CHAPTER 1

1 MONTH LATER

The world was rebuilding after the war finally ended and Eggman was finally toppled. This was a time of celebration for all of the formally oppressed citizens. All except for one though: Avery. The very Avery that was one of the two biggest players in defeating Eggman. She was not celebrating. She became more withdrawn. She often skipped the post-Resistance meetings that occurred to discuss rebuilding. When she did show up, she was oddly quiet and sullen. Never talking unless asked a question. Everybody assumed that she was simply stressed out from the war. Little did they know that the actual cause of Avery's troubles was something much, much more personal that happened to her in Metropolis.

She often had two different types of dreams lately. Both of which involved that damn jackal. The first type was very erotic and pleasing. She would often be safe in bed, with Infinite pleasuring her and her pleasuring him. They were very vivid too. She could literally feel the heat of Infinite's body. They often followed the same pattern. Heavy making out, nibbling in certain pleasing areas, groping, etc. And then the sex. When Avery had these dreams, she would literally wake up with her panties soaking. She came in her sleep.

Then Avery would mentally beat herself up for daring to dream such erotic things about Infinite. The hell is wrong with you!? She would think to herself. He didn't really love you when he did that to you in Metropolis. It was only to make himself feel good. Infinite is a violent, sadistic lecherous tyrant...

...and so deliciously sexy. Another sick voice would sometimes finish, making Avery violently ill. Why? Just why?

The second type of dream would cause Avery to wake up screaming in terror. They always involved Infinite violently raping her. Large amounts of blood would flow out of her. Infinite would often bite her and consume bloody chunks of her flesh. He was both a literal predator and a sexual one. And like the first type of dream, they were very, very vivid. She could still feel the pain even after she woke up.

Avery didn't want anyone to know. Everyone knows her as a war hero. What would everybody think when they knew that Infinite "raped" (she still did not know whether to call what he did to her "rape" or not. No, she didn't want it...but it felt good) her? They'd see her as some type of sick whore that would happily give her body over to Eggman's second-in-command. She didn't want to deal with the consequences of coming clean.

Avery's favorite post-war activity was to just sit around all day, holed up in her apartment and watch TV. Anything to turn her brain into complete mush. It was like a drug injected directly into her brain. She would just flip through the channels and watch some sitcom, or a drama (she would always avoid the ones involving a raped and murdered female) or the news. It was a repetitive routine and today was going to be no different.

Avery dragged herself out of bed, took a shower, got changed, got some cereal and plopped down on the couch to destroy her brain again. Time to watch the news. It was the same old story. About how the rebuilding was going and some theorizing about the whereabouts of Eggman. The dog scarfed down her cereal as she watched. Then she felt an odd sensation in her body.

Usually when Avery ate her cereal, she just sucked it in like a vacuum. But not today. Her stomach seemed to be trying to reject the food. What the hell? She tried to swallow, keep it all down, but she couldn't. Her vision was becoming blurry and she felt dizzy. Then it came all out. She ejected her stomach contents all over herself. She sat there in shock as the vomit began soaking through her clothes, dribbling down her legs, dripping onto the floor. Avery sat there for what seemed like minute, holding her vomit-filled cereal bowl. This is not right.

She rushed upstairs to take a quick shower and put on some fresh clothes. This was not normal. The way she vomited just seemed off. She needed to see a doctor. She knew a walk-in clinic that was not too far away. There were plenty of medical professionals around after the war. There were tons of injured people out there that needed healing. But she never wanted to talk to the doctors. They wouldn't understand.

Avery hopped in her run-down van and drove quickly to the closest walk-in clinic. She tried her best not to speed. Just imagine what they would think when they discovered that one of the greatest war heroes in the war got a speeding ticket! Then Avery saw her destination. She got out of the car, walked in and realized that she was gonna have to wait a while. Still plenty of injured Mobians that probably needed some broken bones rechecked or something. She walked up to the receptionist, a male cat.

"Hi-i. I've...I was violently ill about 25 minutes ago. I-I've never v-vomited like that before. I don't know what's wrong with m-m-me. I just want to make sure it's n-not life-threatening." Avery gasped out of breath. The cat motioned for her to have a seat.

She sat there wondering what was wrong with her. Was this some rare disease that was 100% fatal? She had to think such thoughts while sitting next to a crying rabbit child with a screwed-up eye. Not a very pleasant situation. After what seemed like forever, listening to her own worried thoughts and the war-rattled patients around her, a friendly-looking purple hedgehog lady walked in and called her name.

She walked up with the hedgehog to an examination room. This hedgehog lady was the doctor assigned to her. When they arrived at the examination room, Avery sat on the table and told her doctor all of the details of the vomiting.

"Hmm...I'm gonna need to run some tests." The hedgehog doctor said. She left and came back with a needle. "I'm gonna have to draw some blood."

Avery sat there calmly as the hedgehog drew blood from her arm. She had to deal with worse than needles.

"This might take a little while. So hold still." the purple hedgehog said and she left the room. Leaving Avery sitting there all alone. Then the dog began to worry, yet again. Why did she want to do a blood test? Was this the only way to determine if she had some lethal disease with a weird name that was practically unpronounceable? Was she gonna die? How contagious would the disease be, if she in fact had one?

After about 25 minutes, the doctor came back in with a big smile on her face, confusing Avery. What was there to be happy about?

"Congratulations!" The hedgehog said cheerily.

"What." Avery stated flatly.

"That vomiting you've had? That was morning sickness. You're pregnant!" The doctor replied.

"WHAT!?" Avery blurted out. "No...That's impossible...I can't be pregnant...I can't be...That's not possible..." Deep down inside, the dog knew the truth about the circumstances of her pregnancy. She just wasn't ready to come to terms with it yet.

"Our tests don't lie. You are indeed pregnant." The doctor said in a rather happy voice. Clearly she had dealt with unexpected mothers before and knew how to handle Avery's situation well.

"I...I...want to see it." Avery said coldly.

"It? You mean 'him'. You're having a boy. Our tests have come so far along that we can tell the sex of the baby you're having with just a drop of blood. Isn't that amazing?" The hedgehog beamed at her.

No. It's not amazing, lady. I'm not ready to be a mother! How did this happen? There's got to be some other way I got pregnant. It couldn't have been...that way. It had to have come from something like a toilet seat. Is that even possible? It has to be! There's no way I could have gotten pregnant from that! Thoughts clouded Avery's head. She could barely stomach the situation.

"If you still don't believe us, we're more than happy to give you a free ultrasound." The hedgehog said. Still not letting up her absurdly sunny disposition.

"Okay. I need to see it...him." Avery agreed. A couple minutes went by and she was laying on a table with a machine pressed up on her belly. She heard some buzzing as the device did it's work.

"And there it is! Take a look at the screen!" The hedgehog doctor instructed. Avery turned her head to the screen and staring back at her on the monitor was the image of a small fetus growing inside her.

Avery had a question to ask the doctor. She wanted to ask how far along she was. She already knew the answer, but she just had to ask...

"How long was I pregnant..." She stated bluntly.

"Based on our tests, you've been pregnant for about a month." The hedgehog replied.

One month. One month. A supermassive black hole was forming in Avery's stomach. That meant one thing. There was only one possible individual in the world that could have gotten her pregnant. No...Oh God no...

I've decided to throw some unexpected pregnancy into the mix because why not? There's gonna be some pregnancy-related angst next chapter. Also, Sonic and co. are gonna find out about the baby, realize who knocked up Avery and well...see for yourself next chapter.