Sonic's egg baby
Chapter, The Second: I forgot where I was going with this!
Tails walked forward with much apprehension at the odd sounds coming from the laundry room. His soft ears tilted to and fro, like triangular furry radar dishes, steering him toward the eerie sound against his will.
"Sonic?" his voice came out but a whisper. "Is that you?" Dread filled his small body.
He inched to the doorframe. The sucking grew louder, wetter. More disturbing. And then, forcing himself to crane his neck past the doorway, he looked into the room.
"Sonic?"
He let out a horrified scream as his tender eyes came to rest on his former friend and not quite lover, Sonic, the Hedgeherg, wearing a man-nipple breast feeding bra onto which some horrible thing was sucking peacefully.
"Oh, hey Tails," Sonic replied, letting a huge waft of smoke out from his lips. He was baked. Totally. The whole place reeked of the bud. Too dank.
The ugly thing at his chest suckled harder, greedy and furiously, as if attempting to pull every drop of milk from the bulging plastic teat.
Tails felt sickened. He turned his head away from the unnatural sight.
"Oh, Sonic! What the fuck is that thing?" Tails cried.
The scent of potent weed barely covered up the smell of the unknown living rancid egg-Sonic-freak thing. Musty, like an unchanged diaper. He noticed the creature was wearing one. Who knew for how long. It seemed heavy with use and rank with stank. Pissfarts and a wee bit o' the Number 9 at Paunch Burger. Extra onions.
Tails covered his face, letting out a cough. He dry heaved a little. His stomach dropped. It wanted to hurl up everything he had eaten in the past two days, but valiantly struggled not to.
Sonic looked to be in another universe. He closed his eyes and blinked once, twice, then three times. His lips pouted, working pensively along with his expression of pained thought, rolling his blunt across his dry lips. Enlightenment slowly blossomed along Sonic's face. "Uh. Oh, yeah. This is my baby. Say hello to Sinequa II."
Tails adopted a look of utmost horror and revulsion. He shuddered.
"Say hello, Sinequa," Sonic cooed. The disgusting object in his protective fatherly grasp pried its lips from the rubber teat, its huge slimy eyes rolling in what passed for its head. It groaned. The green eyes fixed on the frightened orange two-tailed fox. Sinequa II opened wide the misshapen jaws and spat forth a torrent of putrid rainbow bile at Tail's feet. Sonic smiled in appreciation. "Aw, she likes you."
Tails screamed. "SONIC, WHAT DID YOU DO LAST THURSDAY?!"
Sonic belched. He lolled his head. The memories were all but blank. He craved another chili dog. Hot and fat, and stinking of onions and fatty, lovely grease. "Shit, Tails. I can't remember," he admitted.
"No, Sonic," Tails spoke, his voice close to breaking. "You got drunk last Thursday. You got drunk after we fought Dr. Robotnik."
Sonic leaned forward and screamed into the little fox's face. "YOU CALL HIM EGGMAN NOW, YOU DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE FUCK!"
Tails flinched. "Dr. Eggman," he appended quickly. Sonic's face fell back to resigned placidness. The baby-monster went back to sucking the now dry teat. It chewed on it, having nothing else to do. "He found you unconscious. He took you back to his lab. And. And." Tails paused, holding in a sob. "And-"
Sonic puffed out another blow. "And what?" he spat, challengingly.
Tails couldn't finish.
"You think my Baby Daddy is EGGMAN? IS THAT IT?"
Sonic threw down a bottle he had pulled from the counter nearby once he had realized it was empty. It smashed on the floor, smelling of old whiskey.
"Sinequa II is mine. I'll be damned if I'll let that fat bastard take her away from me," Sonic breathed with determination. His eyes were cold and unfeeling as they fell upon Tails. His form trembled. "Now. You weren't going to report me to Child Protection Services, were you, little buddy?"
"N-no, Sonic," Tails weeped as he cowered.
"Good," Sonic said to him as he hefted Sinequa II in one trembling arm and exited past his former friend and regretful missed opportunity for a lovely tumble through the daisies. "Now, when I get back, I expect dinner on the table."
The sound of footsteps leaving the building and the door slamming shut followed. It caused Tails to flinch again.
"Oh, Sonic. What happened to you?" Tails whimpered.
He picked up a single dropped bandage from the floor and cried openly, remembering better days with his friend. Before the apocalypse.
Fucking Eggman. He ruined everything. He always did.
And then the zombies came shuffling from the hallway. Sonic had left the back door open again.
"God damn it, Sonic," Tails mutted, removing his Smith and Wesson from his jacket pocket. He fired repeatedly at the oncoming shadows, letting the soothing sound drown out all pain.
THE END?