BEIRUT, LEBANON

Knuckles' fists smashed against the floor. His teeth ground together, his eyes were clenched tight together as he let out a bone-chilling scream through said teeth. His enormous, pregnant belly rubbed against the floor, and his ass was stuck high in the air, penetrated by a veiny blue cock.

"Woah! Knuckles! Your ass is tighter than usual!" said Sonic enthusiastically, still humping his red ass.

"SNNIC! I CNNT TK NNY MRRE!" Knuckles screamed through his teeth.

"Hold on Knuckles! I'm about to cum!" said Sonic.

"SNNIC! STTPP!" Knuckles screamed in utter pain and agony.

Sonic suddenly burst a sweaty load into Knuckles' echidna ass. He continued buttfucking his boyfriend as the cum poured out, cocking his head back and screaming as he did so. Finally he pulled out, cum still dripping from his dickhole. Knuckles stayed on the floor, crying from the pain of the sex. Sonic rubbed him on the back, just as Tails and Ben Shapiro came running in.

"Saenic, wee haev to get goeing, the truck's naet gunna bee heer ferr laeng!" warned Shapiro.

"Oh, shit!" said a surprised Sonic, "I better get cleaned up! Knuckles! Get up, pussy!"

Knuckles was still crying, though slowly started getting up at Sonic's command. Sonic kicked his pregnant belly in attempt to hurry him up, which it did. Knuckles got on his knees before Sonic and began sucking off his fat blue cock. Knuckles made extremely sexual moans accompanied by his tears and whimpers. Finally he had swallowed the last of the leftover cum, and cleaned off the rest of the spit with his tongue.

Sonic pulled on his socks and gloves, before putting on his shoes. His abnormally huge cock had receded back into barely being visible, and he was ready for the journey. Knuckles had done the same, though he also wore a fresh diaper and a long, thin sundress.

The four left the apartment building, and Sonic saw that all their stuff was waiting on the front porch, all packed into suitcases. Sonic grabbed the handles of his two suitcases, which were pink with green handles, and followed Tails and Ben toward the truck.

The truck was a simple military truck, painted in basic sandy camouflage. There were already some suitcases packed on the back, and in the front seats were two men: a driver and his bitch. The driver was a dark-skinned man, wearing a white tank top and camouflage shorts. He had a white headband wrapped around his semi-long black hair, as well as a black yamakah that blended with his hair.

The bitch was a small, skinny white man. He had creases all around his eyes, demonstrating his age, as well as buzz-cut brown hair. His lips were very pronounced, as was his nose. He wore the same clothes as the driver, but which were far too big for his frame. He had big brown boots, same as the driver, tied with many wrapping laces and with metal toes and soles.

"All aboard the Jew mobile," said the driver in his grungy, rough voice.

"Yeah, get on sillies!" said the bitch, with a very joyful and very gay voice.

The four came over and began packing their bags on top of the others.

"Yeu ready ferr this?" Shapiro asked Sonic in his signature nasally tone.

"Hey, if it protects Israel, I'm ready for anything!" proclaimed Sonic, giving a thumbs-up.

The two laughed with their eyes shut (like in those weird "animay" things my kids are always watchin') as the last of the bags were secured to the truck. The four got into the back seats, Knuckles and Tails taking the seats themselves, while Sonic and Ben sat on the trunk above them.

"All readies you big goofies?" asked the bitch.

"Ready as Israel is to defend itself from terrorism!" said Sonic.

The group all laughed as a whole as the truck sped down the dirt road. They drove down the winding roads until coming off the hill, and quickly got onto the flat road heading eastward. The trees slowly disappeared, as they rode into the open desert. Many hours passed, and still the backdrop was entirely the same.

"Are we in Iran yet?" asked Tails.

"We're just comin' into Syria now, little fox dude," said the driver, still focused on the road.

"Syria? Why are we going to Syria?" asked Tails.

"How the hell do you think we get from Lebanon to Iran?" asked the driver.

"By crossing the border!" said Tails.

"Lebanon doesn't border Iran, stupid!" interrupted Knuckles.

"Thank God! Then they'd be just miles away from Israel!" said Sonic.

"The shortest path takes us through Iraq and Syria, so-" the driver was interrupted.

"Wait! Iraq and Syria? Does that mean-" now Sonic was interrupted.

"ISIS…" said Ben, still staring behind them into the distance. "They'll sherlee trei aend keel us, wee must bee caerfil." Ben had a very serious tone to his voice, and it seemed as if he were attempting a hint of a Batman impression.

"What if they c-catch us?" asked a very worried Tails, hands on breasts.

"Oenlee Yahweh knoews…" warned Ben, still staring out into the sunset.

Tails had already dosed off as night came, Knuckles spooning his naked body. Sonic laid down where he was standing and started to dose off, though Ben still continued to stare, expressionless, standing straight with his arms crossed. The driver let out a large, womanly whimper as he came into the bitch's mouth, whom had been sucking him off for the past fifteen-to-twenty minutes. The cum covered the back of the bitch's throat, which he didn't bother to clean as he began stripping off his clothes to go to sleep.

Ben continued to stare toward the night sky. He had no expression on the outside, but inside he was filled with conflict. Does he continue to fight with the animal warriors in defense of Israel? Does he give in to the Muslims, giving up everything he fought for his entire existence in exchange for safety? But if he did that… he wouldn't even be safe. The Muslims would surely murder him for no other reason than being one of God's chosen people. He knew he had to keep fighting, keep fighting until every last Muslim was fuckin' dead.

As he stared out in the cloudy distance, something began to form. The clouds twisted and turned, as what seemed to be a face slowly formed. Suddenly, it spoke.

"Behn," it said.

"Faether…" replied Shapiro.

"Behn… I knoh you cahn do et. You cahn destroy Irahn. You jhust need toh beleve en yahrself…"

"Dad…"

"Behn… nehver give up. Irahn cahnnot succeed soh lahng as Israhel cohntinues toh rehsist. Ahnd you're ah pahrt of thaht struggle. Beleve in yahrself, ahnd Irahn will soon fahll…"

Ben had a surprised look on his face at first, but his eyes soon went to normal and a warm smile came across his face.

"Thanks Dad."

The cloudy face gained a similar smile, as it began to disappear.

"Beleve Behn… Beleeeeeeevvvvvvvvveee…"