This takes place before Chapter 1 and after the Prologue. I thought I should expand on Infinite's life in sewers mentioned in the first Interlude and explore what went on in his head during that period.

WARNING: This interlude contains a graphic rape fantasy. Not dubcon this time. Pure non-consent. You've been warned.

INTERLUDE 3: A RUINED HILLTOP

Everybody hated Infinite, but that's okay because he liked it when people hated him. He deserved to be hated and he knew it. Infinite was currently a big disgusting mess. He was already a big disgusting mess of a person when he worked with the Doctor and even before the Doctor. But now Infinite was the biggest fucking mess on the planet. He had been living down here for weeks now. His only "companions" were brain-dead junkies and bums. Every single of the them was disgusting, but they weren't as disgusting as Infinite himself. No one was allowed to be more disgusting than Infinite.

Infinite gazed into a nearby puddle of sewer water. What stared back at him was a nasty, wild mutt. Nothing like the jackal who once commanded Eggman's forces. There was a time when Infinite hated looking in the mirror. Before he had the Phantom Ruby prototype implanted in him, he had suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of that black hedgehog. Infinite could no longer stand his physical presence after that moment. He hated his face. He hated his voice. He hated his own smell. He hated his own body because his body disgusted him. That is why he started wearing the mask. So he could no longer see the face of a disgusting weakling in the mirror.

That ended the minute he arrived in the sewer. Everybody knew what the jackal looked like with it on. That's why he barely (if ever) wore it anymore. Infinite has since learned to tolerate his disgusting body. One day, it will be improved. He still viewed himself as disgusting, but that's okay because he liked being disgusting and he wanted everyone else to know that he was a disgusting monster. It terrified his victims.

Out of all of the sewer residents, Infinite was the most disgusting of them all. Even they knew it. Infinite frequently fought with them for their "food". Occasionally Infinite would even kill a junkie out of boredom. But Infinite wasn't just eating smackhead "food". He had also acquired a taste for small animals, particularly Chao. Delicious little things they were, especially their soft chewy heads. No one paid much attention to the rash of missing pet Chao' that took place after Infinite moved into the sewers. Everyone just assumed that they were lost as a result of post-war disorder, since Chao get stressed just like Mobians. None of them would have thought that the Chao' were ending up on Infinite's dinner plate.

But Infinite did more than just beat up or murder junkies and devour Chao'. He also thought about her. He had made love to her in Metropolis. That female dog. Her brown fur was luxurious, her brown eyes warm and inviting. Her sandy hair looked very lovely in the sunlight. And the look of panic and confusion in her eyes as he ravished her was more than enough to arouse Infinite at the thought of that memory. And her taste. She tasted lovely. The sensation of her soft and tender neck flesh between his fangs was incredible beyond imagination. Females who feared Infinite or even tried to resist his advances made him hard. Very hard.

Infinite would masturbate when he thought about that dog, but he would rarely cum because he didn't deserve to cum. He wasn't worthy of cumming into anyone other than the dog. He didn't even bother to use some of the female junkies/prostitutes to satisfy his needs. They were pathetic whores and not worthy of him. The only one worthy was her. He had broke her when he took her virginity, and he would break her some more until she only loved him. When he went up top, he would wander around the town, but he would never find her. He knew she was here and he would find her. It was only a matter of time.

Infinite then crawled back into the large and wide crack in the sewer walls where he slept and relaxed in. He was thinking about her. And he felt that urge again. He removed the right glove off his hand and grabbed at his groin.

As Infinite stroked himself, he fantasized about that female dog and imagined her screaming and begging for help that would never come. It was far easier for Infinite to get an erection if the female was crying, screaming, struggling and/or begging to not be raped. And such females were not rare during his mercenary days. If he was in a good mood, Infinite would occasionally "share" the terrified female with the other male members of his squad.

Despite this, Infinite did find a not-entirely sexual pleasure in toying with the mind of a female, trying to coerce her into lewd activities rather than the brutish method of grabbing her, ripping her clothes off and inserting himself. This form of mental persuasion, as well as the involuntarily moans of pleasure, demonstrated to the jackal that he was in control of the female, not just physically, but mentally as well. Infinite had all of the power over a female and that is what he craved the most. To break an individual in body and mind. Plus he got to cum when he did it.

But when he joined the Doctor, his life then on was rather sexless. What was the point in conquering the world if you couldn't have any female of your choice? But the Doctor was his superior and Infinite obeyed him...until he met her that is. When he saw her for the second time, he desired to break her. Who cared what the Doctor would think? He then thought back to that moment with her in Metropolis, but with some things different from the actual events. She struggled and screamed in terror this time. That made it more pleasing for him. Sure it wasn't the whole truth, but a lot of times fiction is more pleasing than fact.

Infinite let out a growl as he massaged his sheath, his cock soon popping out. He began to rub it harder as he dove deeper into his dark and twisted sexual fantasy.

"Please...please...just let me go..." the brown dog begged as Infinite pinned her down. Even though they were on the roof of a building, a very open area, there was no one to see them.

"Let you go? I've defeated you and I want my reward." Infinite grinned. He grabbed at her shirt with one hard pull and her breasts were exposed before him. The dog was now crying in humiliation from her most intimate parts being exposed to her sworn enemy. This aroused Infinite.

He then began grabbing at her breasts and digging his claws in. Deeper and deeper until she started bleeding. She was now screaming in pain as the blood flowed down her sides and that was music to the jackal's ears.

Infinite's erection was now raging as he stroked it while in the midst of his fantasy. But he wasn't sure if he deserved to cum this time or not. Usually Infinite was not worthy of cumming. But today was different. He felt like he earned the right to cum today. But did he?

Infinite was now tugging at the dog's pants while she sobbed. Her cries were now dying down, but not for long. With one tug at her underwear, she was now completely nude. Infinite began to salivate at the sight in front of him. He could see her slightly mouthing the words "please don't" as he eyed up his prey.

Then Infinite pinned her down and began to position himself. Did it really matter that the dog was very uncomfortable? All he cared about was his pleasure.

"NO! NO! NO!" She cried. Infinite grabbed her head and slammed it into the concrete with enough force to shut her up, but not enough to knock her unconscious.

"Well guess what? That's too bad! You lost! You're my prize, sweetheart. Got it?" He hissed.

Infinite was close to cumming, but he couldn't cum yet. The penetration hadn't even started in his fantasy! It was painful to hold in his orgasm, but the jackal did it. He had enough practice doing that when he knew that he didn't deserve to cum. He still had enough stamina to continue his strokes.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" The dog screamed to the sky as she felt her vagina being stretched wide open by Infinite's length. He forced inch after inch into the dog's formally virgin hole. It felt like her innards were on fire. Tears trickled down her face as she stared up into the crazed eyes of her violator with her mouth agape. Infinite was now madly growling in pleasure from how tight she was. He then began to pull out. His cock now streaked with her blood. He pulled out until only the tip remained inside of her before thrusting back in.

The force of the jackal slamming back into her lower orifice was even more painful than his initial entry. And he didn't stop. Infinite kept pumping in and out of her. The internal friction was enough to scrape away at the dog's inner walls and make her bleed even more. The dog wanted to die now. She began to silently wish that Infinite did kill her when he first encountered her.

But the jackal wanted more blood from this encounter. He went to her neck, bit down and began to chew on the dog. He chewed until a small amount of blood began to flow out of her neck. Of course, this made her cry even more. Her cries. Her moans of pain. That was enough to send Infinite over the edge. His knot swelled up and he blew his load deep into the dog. While Infinite waited for his knot to deflate, he began to hungrily lap at the blood flowing out of her neck as she writhed in pain and humiliation. He was the ruler of the planet and the ruler over this female. Nothing could stop him.

Infinite gazed at the white, sticky mess he made all over the sewer wall. He knew he deserved to cum today. The cum stain was oddly beautiful in a way. It was a beautiful thing that came out of a disgusting jackal, albeit one who earned the right to cum. Even though he was disgusting and he knew it, he was powerful. He was no weakling. Infinite was a young god. Someone who could break the wills of people, even without powers. Infinite then realized something. He didn't need to use his powers to mentally break that dog in Metropolis on that fateful day. Infinite didn't need them then and he certainly doesn't need them now.

It was at that moment that he became disgusted with his masked face. That Phantom Ruby prototype-powered being was no longer relevant. Those powers were little more than a crutch to hide the fact that he didn't yet know how to fully handle his current abilities without them. And now he knew how. He would find his mate and re-break her. She was Infinite's. What she thinks is hers is actually his. She needed to be reminded of that. He would find her and let her know what he was truly capable of.

Infinite reached into a smaller nearby crevice where he kept his mask and looked at it with disgust. This was the face of a failure. A failure that was too afraid to show his face and hid behind illusions to cover up a lack of real power. Infinite threw the mask onto the ground and stomped on it, a loud crack echoed throughout the sewers as it shattered into around a dozen pieces.

Infinite then left the area with a broad grin on his face. He now loved himself. He completely loved every part of his disgusting body. He didn't need to regain his powers and improve himself. He was already good enough. Infinite was proud of being a disgusting mess of a person.

I was originally debating whether or not to make this another interlude or make it a separate "companion" one-shot. I eventually decided on the former. No point in separating a single story into two fanfics.