Robotnik hoisted Sonic up from his chair to the top of his desk, dropping him with a harsh thud - a move that didn't inspire any sort of reaction from the blue wearing orange hedgehog, still continuing to drone on and on with a mumble, face pressed into a stack of papers. "Amy... Amy..." He kept repeating her name as Sonic watched on loop the degradation of his love... his rose...

The fat man, poised above, as he stripped the poor boy, had to admire what he had been missing all these years: Sonic's athletic, blue, furry ass. Much like Amy's tush, it was big, but lacked a certain thick and grabbable femininity. Yet having his cheeks all spread apart on his desk tempted him to give them a rub with a resulting sproing. "If I had known all it would take was for me to stop you, would be to start screwing you woodland creatures..." He lowered, dipping his large nose into the crevice, teasing Sonic's entrance with a lick. He stopped, breathing hot air against Sonic's pink hole, causing it to wince with each exhale. "Let's just say I'd have chopped the forest down with my erection." Robotnik truly had his cake, and was gonna eat it too.

The mad doctor, despite having Sonic already in a precarious position, couldn't help but twist his crank at just the idea of Sonic being like this. This was his rival, his nemesis. Now, Robotnik was tongue bathing his asspussy just so he wouldn't tear the poor hedgehog in half, by preparing him for a true fucking. While he was a mad genius, he was human all the same, horny to just stick it in. Aligning their genitals, he contrasted himself with his former rival - and there was no comparison with the limp blue penis that hung helplessly, its reddened head kissing the top of his desk with trails of precum.

Looking ahead, he caught a glimpse of Amy's orgasmic face in the celluloid - a face he wanted to see replicated on Sonics - and even if he couldn't, Sonic had many years ahead of herself to learn to love it. "If there's one thing I know from being a warden here: Prison sex isn't gay."

Bunk had been pacing for hours, rage stalking his steps, as meandering questions floated from his dome. None of the screws would give him a straight answer on where she was. Not that he cared about the little fag - but Sonic was his property. Did the little bitch get herself into a cat fight with Beth and now she was in solitary? He told Bull he could look but he couldn't touch, did he...?

Before plans of how he'd get the boys to handle Bull, the door to the cell opened and Sonic was so much as dumped off as 'your problem now'. Sonic looked like the fresh fish he had been when he had first arrived to Prison Island; her eyes big and glassy, but they seemed to lack something:

A soul.

He cornered her regardless, he didn't care how many ghosts she had seen. "Where the hell have you been!? I've got names and dates for you to memorize." He raised a single finger. "I own you."

Instead of the standard capitulation and apologies, Sonic fell to her knees in front of him, pawing at his junk. "You want me to be your sissy faggot, Bunk? I'll be your sissy faggot - just hook me up with more of what you got. Like when we first made love..." Even in his current state, it still disgusted Sonic that he said that.

Bunk didn't get the answer he was expecting, though this groveling was welcome. He smiled, going for his bed, procuring two things. "I've got what you need." He held out her request in one hand in a baggy. "But this-" He held out his other hand. "I need you to start regulating on your own. I can't be thinking about your injections." The other was the needle of medicine he had been using to bring out the woman in Sonic. "Three times a week. Understand?"

Sonic got up, bending over in front of Bunk, while undoing her garb. "Understood... but just one last injection the way we used to do it, okay Bunk?" She wiggled her ass at the man who had made her this way, ready for the sharp prick.

Bunk snorted, slithering up Sonic's back, his hardness pressing to the blue hole. "I'll give you more than just the needle." He licked his thumb before dipping it into the now open baggy. "Say 'aww'." Sonic's mouth rarely had to be asked to be opened, but she let her tongue hang out, a bit of drool running over, as if expecting something else. Bunk ran it in trails on top of her tongue, then the rest of her mouth - and soon, Sonic forgot everything.

Stripping naked down to his now thickening furry blue butt, which made it hard to get in and out these days, Beth handed him a pair of scissors.

"Oh fuck! Oooooh fuUuUck!" She moaned like a bitch in heat. Her ass was being torn to shreds by two massive cocks from two neanderthals too horny to notice how much it would hurt to do it at the same time. She dug out and rubbed her pocket candy along her gums, then shoved the rest down her throat.

Despite the pain, her clitty still orgasmed several times.

Sonic began to cut the sleeves to his mandated prison jump suit, turning his pants into a pair of shorts and his top into a vest.

Sonic had nearly completed another suck job, now jerking the prisoner to completion, she was about to digest some more candy before the inevitable cumshot, except as she was rolling it around her mouth and tongue, she had missed her cue and the protein splashed her cheek.

After a painful incision of ink, his arms now bare and exposed; the words "Prison Island Inmate" with a heart from Beth beside it was now tatted to his right arm, leaving no question as to his status here.

She received a stiff smack. She knew the rules. She only looked up to him with an accepting 'I'll make this better' look.

Beth handed Sonic a pair of pink g-string panties, a color she thought would look perfect on him. In Sonic's mind, ditching his old male underwear wasn't even up for debate.

"Clean that shit up." Sonic did as commanded, face and hands pressed into the cold floor, hoovering up wherever the stains were. She darted her tongue out at the spots of cum, the taste of dirt and mites not bothering her in the least. "You really are a fuckin' nasty ass hedgewhore, you know that?"

Sonic's maw and Beth's ebony lips met in the middle, moistening the head of the meaty phallus; their tongues both slipping and sliding while looking up to Bunk graciously, a hand on each of his legs.

"It's time."

Sonic assumed the position under the cold shower water, flipping back her quills while running a hand down her chest, but she didn't stop there. His breasts... his hips... everything about him had changed to be as soft and lithe as a woman on the outside.

This wasn't just his body anymore...

It was Amy's.

Sonic jiggled her ass at those in line waiting for their turn. First come, first serve, as they say... as the stranger angled himself up with her rosebud, and just from the way the tip felt, she knew it was going to scrape her guts. As he began to push, she winced. Despite all her training, she tapped out on the tiles. It was too much. "Your asshole... move it like you gotta take a shit." Like she hadn't heard that one before, that could have been a pick up line in here... his instructions were throaty, clearly wanting to get inside of her as fast as possible. Yet the idea of all those men stroking themselves in anticipation had her worthless little pecker as aroused as it could get these days, and eventually, she encouraged him to keep going.

She couldn't wait for it to fill that emptiness inside her.