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Shadow didn't know how long they'd been waiting: he hadn't let go of Sonic's hand, but also hadn't returned any of the little assurances, squeezes or caresses that Sonic had attempted, and eventually the blue hedgehog had stopped trying, his ears wilting.
Shadow told himself he didn't care. He absolutely didn't forgive Sonic for what he had done—he'd violated Shadow in the most personal way you could, and, true, he had absolutely not been in his right mind at the time, but at the moment Shadow didn't care.
The door slid open, and both Shadow's and Sonic's ears pricked forwards. A young woman with blond hair and a white lab coat stepped in, carrying a clipboard which she was staring at intently; when she looked up, she nearly jumped at seeing Shadow's eyes open and full of enough rage to burn down a small town. He would have lunged at her, except as he tried to shove himself off the table he found that he was strapped down around his waist, so instead he settled for a menacing growl, deep in his throat.
She shivered, but her voice was still that perfectly chipper 'doctor' voice when she spoke, “Oh! I'm glad you're awake--” she awkwardly glanced between the two, and then continued, a little sheepishly, “I'm so sorry for what happened to you—I can't say that I approve of the methodology: how do you feel?”
Shadow was mad. He wanted to be mad. Wanted to snarl and growl and scream and kick and punch, but this woman seemed sincere—the tone of her voice speaking volumes, and he was honestly used to invasive medical questions. Besides, by now, unfortunately there wasn't any point in refusing to answer, except out of spite. And he'd rather be in top shape again and ready to split some skulls than sulking now. “My head hurts and I'm sore.” He reported, his voice acidic as he gestured at his lower body.
She nodded, scribbling some notes, apparently unfazed by his tone, “That's to be expected. You received a very high dose of pheromones, which tends to leave residual dizziness and mild nausea, but if it's not too bad it should be gone in less than a day. If you want anything for it--”
“No.” He wanted nothing else from them.
He face twisted, “I understand. You will have to take this--” She produced a pink and white box that Shadow's eyes could read was called 'Plan B', “and you might want to monitor for a couple of days to make sure it worked.”
Shadow nodded sharply, his eyes darting over to Sonic and back.
Sonic's ears wilted, and he gave Shadow's hand one last squeeze that wasn't returned. But Shadow also still didn't let go.
“Would it be all right if I just gave you a quick check of your reproductive parts to make sure everything is healing correctly? Then you should take this,” she set the medication on the table, “and you should be free to get debriefed.”
Shadow didn't like it, but he nodded. His healing factor should fix everything but, especially with his lack of chaos energy in here...probably best to make sure, all things considered.
“Do you want Sonic to stay?'
Shadow glanced to the silent blue hedgehog next to him, “N...no, please.”
Sonic's eyes were hurt, but he swallowed and nodded. The doctor pushed a button on her wrist, and a moment later two guards hustled in. Shadow bristled, ready to do all he could to fight, considering his position, but Sonic just shook his head, “It's okay—they're making sure I don't go feral again...”
Shadow slowly relaxed (to some degree) as they looped manacles around Sonic's ankles and unchained him from the floor, “See you in debrief.” Sonic gave a soft smile as he was hustled out of the room. Shadow didn't smile back, pondering instead just how he was going to rip the fucking head off of whoever was in charge of this.
“Would you put your feet in the straps, please?” Shadow blinked back to the moment, and did as the doctor asked; his ankles were looped into a holder, keeping his legs up and spread. He tried not to feel painfully vulnerable, keeping a scowl plastered on his face.
“And I apologize, but could I ask you if I could cuff your hands as well? I know it's not preferable, but you are the Ultimate Lifeform, and I don't want to lose my head if something is sensitive.” The doctor smiled again, and Shadow, despite his better judgment given this entire situation, nodded.
“Please put your hands at your sides.” Shadow did as he was told, albeit a little stiffly, and quickly felt smooth metal cuffs pop out of the table around his wrists, “Thank you. It won't be a moment. You should just feel a slight pressure, but let me know if anything is sore or sensitive.”
She ducked down out of his line of sight, and Shadow sucked in a breath a moment later as he felt firm, gentle fingers examining his pouch—nothing untowards, and nothing overly sexual, just quick and clinical—before moving lower. He glanced away, staring pointedly at the wall.
“You do have some slight swelling and irritation here,” deft fingers gently moved down either side of his lips, “But nothing that a day's rest shouldn't fix.”
There was a crackling sound, and a loud but tinny voice suddenly sounded, "Dr. Crystal, you are needed by Management immediately." Her wristband blared, and then continued to beep, and she ignored it.
"Dr. Crystal."
She sighed, before responding, "I'm with a patient."
"NOW!"
She sighed again, and glanced up at Shadow, whose red eyes were fixed on her now, "Can you give me one minute?"
A grunt was her only answer, before Shadow looked away again.
"Just relax--I'll be right back." And she scurried away.
But as she stepped through the door, as it started to slide shut, a sense of something terribly wrong shot down Shadow's spine, and he jerked his head back, "Wait!"
It was too late. The door closed, and he was left alone, strapped to the table...and pregnant to boot.
Okay....okay Shadow, you don't know that something else bad is happening yet, just chill, she'll be right back to give you the medicine and then you can go kick in the goddamn teeth of whoever orchestrated this whole fucking nightmare...
A buzzing sound, and Shadow's ears pricked up as the whole wall to his right suddenly became transparent. He was looking through to another mostly bare room, where Sonic sat dejectedly, chained to the metal table in front of him and flanked by two armed guards dressed in full combat gear—not even their faces visible.
"Sonic!"
Blue ears pricked forwards at Shadow's anxious tone, and Sonic looked up, "Shadow?"
"Something's wrong, it's--!"
"Very good Agent Shadow. It is no wonder you're one of our best operatives." A slightly tinny, robotic voice buzzed over the speakers and Shadow growled, his ears pinning back, "Oh don't be like that. I'm complimenting you. Just think of this as another mission, for the benefit and greater good of science."
Shadow felt a sinking sensation in his stomach at those words, "What the hell are you talking about?" he snarled.
“Agent Shadow: it has been determined by this organization that for the benefit of science and proliferation of knowledge regarding chaos users and the Black Arms race, you are going to carry to term. Congratulations.”
A beat. And then Sonic, of all people stood up, blue quills raised, green eyes glinting, teeth bared, “No fucking way! I know you heard him: he doesn't want to--!” With terrifying speed, the two guards on either side of him turned, some kind of electric prods in their hands before Shadow could blink, and Sonic was spasming before collapsing, panting, back into his seat.
“Sonic!” For the moment Shadow didn't care what had happened in the last 24 hours between him and his rival: how dare GUN treat Sonic that way! He snarled, thrashing against his restraints, but yet again it was a pointless struggle that left him panting, ears pinned back and eyes wide, ready to murder anything that came within biting range.
“Now, now, Agent Shadow; we can't have you damaging yourself. But as for your partner, ah, well, he's a bit more expendable.”
Shadow hissed, but got the message, turning his head to look back at Sonic, their eyes meeting for a moment in a look that said “We are so fucked, but at least we are fucked together.”
“So, if you would be kind enough to hear my proposal,” the voice carried on, still with an upbeat and tinny tone, “Agent Shadow. You will carry your pups to term, at which point you will be compensated and released. Sonic the Hedgehog, for the duration of Shadow's pregnancy, you will be a G.U.N. asset in your werehog form, before you will also be compensated and released. From our extensive research, I believe the total duration of time should be no more than 5 weeks: if the time extends past that date then terms may be renegotiated.”
“This isn't being negotiated,” Shadow spat, but the voice didn't seem to hear or care, and neither Shadow nor Sonic really had a choice.
“I won't.” Sonic wheezed, dragging his head up from the table, “I won't...do it.”
“Sonic...” Shadow started, but he didn't have time to finish what he was going to say—he wasn't even sure if it was a warning or an applaud to the blue hedgehog's bravery or something else altogether, because once again, moving faster than he thought possible, one of Sonic's guards had a needle in his hand, plunging it into Sonic's neck.
Emerald eyes bulged, and Sonic convulsed, cobalt blue fur turning darker, muscles bulging, teeth elongating, until a moment later the werehog roared where Sonic had been sitting. And it was the werehog; flat black eyes looked back at Shadow, and the creature threw itself forwards, colliding with the glass hard enough that Shadow winced as the chain around its ankles drew taut.
“Stop.” The voice sounded, and the werehog snarled, “You know the proposition. If you do not cooperate, we will first remove Agent Shadow from your proximity permanently. If you continue to refuse, we will terminate his pregnancy.”
The werehog froze, black eyes locked with Shadow's crimson red. And fuck Shadow knew there was no contest here. Sonic might have fought back against this, but this creature before him wasn't Sonic—wasn't more than an animal, fighting for its young. He knew how it would end.
The werehog slowly nodded, and the wall instantly became opaque again. Shadow was left alone.
Well. Fuck.
He didn't know how they were going to get out of this, and, frankly, he didn't want to think too much on how that would look anyways. His eyes drifted over to the little box Dr. Crystal had brought in—his escape had been so close and now felt so far away.
Shadow's ears pricked up at the tiniest hissing noise, and he sniffed the air—before promptly refusing to breathe anymore. They were definitely pumping this room full of something he was 100% sure he didn't want to breathe, and this time there was no werehog to make him do it, and no reason to move anyways.
So instead, he just stared stubbornly at the ceiling with a fierce glare, wishing he had laser eyes or something equally useful in such a situation.
His ears pricked after several minutes when the speaker crackled to life above his head again, “Agent Shadow. You are not participating in our research.”
No response except a continued death glare. No he most certainly was fucking not.
“If you will not participate willingly, we have methods to coerce you.”
Still no response, and no breathing.
“Very well.”
A few moments later, the door hissed open, and another G.U.N. goon, dressed in full armor complete with face shield, entered. Shadow bared his teeth in a snarl, about the most he could do while still not breathing, and he knew he looked terrifying even from his current position by the way the grunt still paused for a second.
It was just a second though, before they started forwards again, and, from Shadow-didn't-know-where produced a...
What the fuck was that.
Shadow's ears had halfway canted forwards, but now they pinned back all the way again, his eyes sharp as glass. No. Nooooo way. They weren't doing that.
Apparently they were. Because the agent was definitely holding what Shadow could only guess from seeing pictures online was a dildo, and before Shadow could do much more than bare his teeth again—which, to be fair, was just about all he could do right now—they had pressed it into him, and Shadow was going to kill someone.
Bad enough being...violated by Sonic: at least the two of them had a relationship to build on there, but this? This was fucking humiliating. Shadow's face burned even if it didn't color, since his blood was slower when he wasn't breathing, and he forced his head to turn away with what little control he had. He could do this. It wasn't so bad, once it was in; it was so much smaller than the werehog that if he tried hard, he could just ignore it.
They weren't going to break him this easily.
And then the damn thing started vibrating, and Shadow nearly bit his tongue off.
Ho. Ly. Shit.
He had never felt anything like this before, the series of sensations entirely and completely new, and he hated it—arousal bubbling up inside him, teasing around his core, while at the same time he was still completely immobilized, not breathing, every muscle tight as a bowstring.
It hurt, even as the sensations from the vibrations felt good and he wanted to close his eyes and slam his head into the table until he passed out.
He could at least squeeze his eyes shut, digging his teeth into his lip until it bled, claws barely scratching the tabletop in the most amount of motion he could muster and fuck he was going to get hard like this and the guy was still just standing there and he could practically hear the smug voice through the speakers laughing at him.
He could do this. He could do this. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
“This can end any time you want. All you have to do is cooperate.” The voice from the speakers reminded him.
Shadow knew how to cope with pain. That wasn't anything new. Pain he could will away, push through, endure until the end. He had suffered through pain before. He had survived.
Pleasure was still new, but at least it was something to fall into, loose himself to and not agonize in.
Both at the same time was ripping his mind apart.
His muscles tried to twitch and quiver, and couldn't, pulling on oxygen he didn't have, and he could feel eyes on him, burning into him, watching him come undone and he couldn't fucking do it.
“Take it out.” He growled with his last remaining air, barely audible.
“What was that, Agent Shadow?” The voice overhead asked, and Shadow's eyes snapped open, filled with so much rage that the agent actually took a step back.
“Take. It. Out. I'll do what you want just make it stop.”
Apparently that was enough, because the vibrations instantly stopped, and Shadow collapsed, gasping, feeling whatever the fuck they were pumping into the room filling his lungs—it was familiar, now, at the back of his throat. More fucking pheromones. At least it wasn't poison. Small mercies, Shadow thought, as he stared at the wall.
“Thank you for your cooperation. All that I ask is you just relax and breathe. Isn't that so easy? No need for all this fuss.” Shadow didn't bother responding—he barely flinched when the toy was removed from him and the agent disappeared again, leaving him and his shame alone. His cock was half out, peeking from its sheath, and he knew he was wet too, and all he wanted to do was murder someone.
He didn't know how long he lay there: his internal clock was out of whack without his chaos energy to regulate, and it didn't help that his emotions were bouncing all over the place. He spent a long time pondering out, in great graphic detail, what he would do to whoever orchestrated this whole thing—whoever had done this to him and Sonic.
Sonic...once Shadow's thoughts brushed against the blue hedgehog, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Was he all right? What were they making him do, while Shadow was trapped here, strapped to the exam table...was he still the werehog...
He probably was: they would probably keep him that way, so that they could better use Shadow as leverage.
He was...no, he didn't want to think about what he was going to have to do. About what was going to happen to him. Better to think on Sonic: at least he could try to push his own concerns to the back of his mind and focus on the blue hedgehog.
How soft and fluffy his fur was. How warm he was. How his tongue felt on Shadow's fur...Shadow's eyes lidded, his breathing hitching, before his brain caught up...what the fuck?
Oh. Right. Stupid fucking pheromones.
Shadow supposed this is what they wanted, all things considered. Him thinking about Sonic—although what the point of that was now that he was already p...yeah, anyways...he didn't know.
But he did know that the longer it went on, the longer he could feel the traces of pheromones on the back of his tongue, the more he wanted Sonic. The more his brain supplied him, very helpfully, with just how it felt to be swept up in the werehog's embrace, face smashed into his fluffy ruff; how Sonic's enormous paws felt, manhandling him to wherever the werehog wanted him to be; and, of course, how it felt to be split open on Sonic's cock, so open and vulnerable and so, so full.
Shadow's knees twitched, and he dug his teeth lightly into his bottom lip. Maybe he could go back to plotting murder...but nope. His body had decided what it wanted, and what it wanted was Sonic. Which was confusing all on its own because he absolutely still hadn't forgiven the blue hedgehog for what he had done to him—after all, this was, in many ways, all his fault—but his body didn't care. His primal brain didn't care, and that was rapidly squishing all the logic out of his mind.
His dick twitched, and he bit back a soft moan, tugging ineffectively at his restraints, but, of course, it was no use. Shadow blew out a puff of air, and swore it coalesced into a rugged pant.
God he hated this. What was the point? They better fucking not come back in with that thing—he would actually kill someone if they did.
He wanted Sonic. He wanted stupid smiles, and reassuring glances, and the soft, warm fur, and hot flesh between his legs and fuuuuck...he turned his head sideways, hopefully away from whatever cameras were looking at him, and dug his teeth into his lip as he scrunched his nose and simultaneously tried to avoid and dive into his fantasies of what would happen—what could happen, next time...
He was so empty. It hurt. Everything hurt. His head hurt, his heart hurt, his fur felt like someone was trailing electricity through it and he wanted Sonic.
Shadow realized he was making little unhappy noises in his throat as he tried not to cry—he would not cry again in front of them—and swallowed them back down, clenching his fists until he felt his claws puncture skin, the actual sharp pain grounding him.
It was only because of that little spark that he realized his restraints had suddenly released. All of them at once.
He wanted to spring up, destroy everything, make them pay, but instead he just slowly sat up, muscles aching and protesting, pointedly ignoring the fact that his dick was on full display and he was damp between his legs. He sniffed, rubbing the back of his hand across his face, and froze, ears pricked up. He sniffed again, black nose quivering.
He was here! Sonic. Shadow could smell him—he was there, just outside!
Shadow's brain wasn't even fully caught up with him as he slid off of the table and stumbled on wobbly legs out of the room; he fell against the wall once or twice as he made his way painstakingly down a short hallway: and then he was in a tiny little room, one door closing behind him, and the bars in front of him sliding open and he was back in that same place he'd been before, the animal enclosure, but he didn't care about that because Sonic was there. Still a werehog, but there.
“Shadow?” Sonic barely had time to say his name before Shadow had thrown himself at Sonic, burying his face in fluffy blue and white fur, snuffling into the werehog's chest with muffled almost-sobs, “Chaos Shadow—what did they to to you, are you okay?” Sonic's arms wrapped around him; his voice was actually Sonic, not the werehog in rut, but at the end it was laced with a dark threat, and Shadow whimpered softly.
“They...didn't hurt me.” That was true. Mostly. “I just...” it was getting harder to talk, his tongue felt like it was swelling up in his throat, he wanted more that just to press his face into the werehog's fluffy chest, “They just made me breathe your pheromones the whole time.”
“Ohhhh...” Sonic's realization was a rumble in his chest, and Shadow nearly whined in response: god he was pathetic. He hated it. But Sonic felt so nice.
“Sonic...” Shadow pet through the werehog's fur, tugging gently, and heard a soft noise from Sonic's chest, “I...I...” He pressed his lips together: the words weren't coming, he couldn't express what he needed, and the frustration was enough that it brought renewed little tears to his eyes that he hid in Sonic's chest.
“Shadow...” the werehog's large nose was pressed to the top of his head, and then his long tongue was grooming through Shadow's fur and quills, “What is it?” His voice was deeper now, and Shadow knew that his own scent was probably changing Sonic's mind as much as Sonic's pheromones had had an effect on him.
Shadow shook his head, his face rubbing through thick fur that tickled his nose, “I...I just...”
“Tell me Shadow.” Sonic's voice was totally gone: this was the werehog's lust-filled deep baritone, and his arms tightened around Shadow, pulling them closer together, and that meant that there was no way that Sonic couldn't feel Shadow's arousal pressed between their stomachs, “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” Shadow gasped, burying his face deeper into the werehog's chest, “You.”
“Yessss,” the werehog purred, hoisting Shadow up so that he could kiss him, and Shadow kissed him right back, making needy, gasping noises into Sonic's mouth as he did his best to wrap his legs around the werehog's waist.
“I need you.”
“I know,” the werehog purred, “I know, Shadow—mmm, I told you, I told you that you'd be begging for me, I know you need it, hm? Need to be full of me again, making sure you're taking care of my babies just right...”
Shadow whimpered, but honestly fuck it—there was nothing new that could be done to him now, and his body was crying out for Sonic's so he was just going to lose himself here and pretend it was all fine, “Yes.”
The werehog hummed against Shadow's lips, not letting go of him as he carried the black hedgehog back into their little den and settled him down in the blankets. Shadow still didn't let go, nuzzling into the werehog's fluff with quiet needy noises that he decided he was going to ignore.
Sonic was not, “Awww...listen to you Shadow. So desperate: don't worry my little mate, I'll always take care of you.”
Shadow huffed slightly, but didn't protest, not this time. He could tell it made Sonic pleased, the fact that he didn't wiggle and fight, instead just instantly surrendering himself to the werehog's ministrations of caressing through black fur with his tongue, starting with Shadow's face before moving lower.
He stopped at Shadow's neck for a long time, licking and sucking, leaving marks littered across the black hedgehog's throat and shoulders, “Mine~” And Shadow just sighed in agreement, his hands flexing where they lay in the blankets next to him.
When he arrived between Shadow's legs, Sonic hummed softly, “Can I try this without you having a panic attack this time?” Large paws gently scritched through the fur on Shadow's hips as the werehog's wide tongue licked a stripe up Shadow's length from base to tip.
Shadow didn't care. He was doing everything possible to just switch off his brain and not think about this, about what had happened yesterday, about what would happen over the next few weeks, “'S fine.”
This time his heart rate didn't skyrocket through the roof when Sonic took his dick into his mouth: of course, it helped that Sonic was being much more careful this time, and a lot slower. Instead of swallowing him down completely right away, the werehog treated Shadow's length as if it were a delectable treat, sucking gently on the tip first before slowly taking more until his nose was buried in the soft dark fur of Shadow's belly.
Shadow's eyes fluttered, his muscles twitching and contracting at the sensation—it wasn't totally unexpected now, and so didn't set off quite as many alarm bells in either direction, but as Sonic slowly bobbed his head, quiet grunts and pants and huffs made their way out of Shadow's throat.
“Hmmmm?” Sonic hummed, and that had Shadow gasping, his dick twitching in Sonic's mouth.
“Don't...” he managed to wheeze, “Don't tease me, please.” Everything already felt sensitive, but mostly he just felt empty.
“Awww,” the werehog murmured, “They already strung you out for so long—I'm sorry Shadow, I know you're so needy right now. Come here.” He pulled Shadow closer, hoisting up the black hedgehog's legs for better access before drawing his tongue through Shadow's folds...and freezing.
“Shadow.”
“Mm...” was all Shadow managed.
“Why do you taste like silicone?”
“Oh...” Shadow's cheeks flamed, and he winced slightly at the memory, glancing away. “They...” his voice was soft, “I wasn't doing what they wanted, at first. So they...” he swallowed, “They had a...a thing they were using to, uh, encourage me to breathe in your pheromones.”
The vibe that was suddenly coming off of the werehog was nothing short of murderous, and Shadow's ears flattened out of pure reflex, “S-sonic?”
Sonic didn't say anything, just stood, Shadow sliding back into the blankets, and, in a motion that felt far too fast and smooth for his current form, Sonic practically flowed out of the den. Shadow blinked, trying to figure out what was going on before he clapped his hands over his ears as the werehog practically roared, “NOBODY TOUCHES HIM. HE IS MINE. IF YOU TOUCH HIM, I WILL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB, YOU GOT IT?”
There wasn't an answer, and a moment later, an agitated werehog returned to looming over Shadow, who reached out to him, “I'm okay, Sonic.”
“You're mine,” the werehog retorted, suddenly slamming his enormous paws down on either side of Shadow's head, bracketing him in. Hot breath met Shadow's slightly nervous pants, before Sonic buried his face in Shadow's shoulder, “Mine mine mine.” A second later, teeth sliced into Shadow's shoulder, and the black hedgehog cried out.
“S-sonic!”
“Mark you, mate you, claim you, you are mine.” The words were muffled, and Shadow whimpered at the tug of the werehog's teeth in his skin.
“Sonic.”
There was no response now, just a low growl: the werehog's paws were on Shadow's legs, pulling them apart, and all the breath caught in Shadow's throat as he felt Sonic pull him up, sliding his enormous length between Shadow's thighs.
He couldn't go in without prepping Shadow first. Even in his current state, Shadow knew that would break him.
“Sonic!” Shadow pushed against Sonic's chest, before wrapping thick fur around his fists and pulling hard, “Sonic!”
The werehog stilled, and although he didn't let go of Shadow, his enormous ears swiveled towards his voice.
“Sonic—you can't go in without prepping me first,” Shadow gasped, “You'll hurt me.”
A much softer noise came from the werehog's throat, and after a moment the sharp teeth slowly withdrew from Shadow's shoulder, to be replaced with Sonic's tongue, softly lapping at the stinging wound. Shadow winced slightly.
“I'm sorry my darling,” the werehog murmured against his skin, “You're right—I just don't like when other people touch things that are mine.” His claws flexed for emphasis, “But you are mine. My beautiful Shadow—my perfect mate...”
Shadow flattened his ears at the words: he didn't want to hear them, he just wanted to lose himself again. Fortunately, Sonic seemed more present now, and he picked Shadow up, cradling him in his arms for a moment before flopping over on his back, Shadow nestled in his fluff. Or at least he was for a moment, before the werehog reached for his legs and spun him around, Sonic pulling Shadow close so that his long tongue could once again trace the folds between Shadow's thighs.
“More efficient this way, so I can give you what you need faster,” he hummed, before burying his face between Shadow's legs. Shadow groaned, clenching around Sonic's tongue: this was so much better than that fucking vibrator earlier, even if it still wasn't what his body wanted.
What he wanted was down here, right in front of his nose, and Shadow realized what Sonic meant when he said 'more efficient.' While Sonic was busying himself twirling his tongue into Shadow, Shadow reached out, wrapping one hand around the base of Sonic's length.
God he was still astounded by how big Sonic was in this form, and amazed that he had been able to fit all of this inside of him (and would, again).
But, no. If he let any conscious thoughts into his brain he was going to shatter into a million pieces: much better to sink into the musk of Sonic's scent and let his body do what it wanted. He stroked Sonic's length a few times, smearing his thumb through the copious amount of precum already leaking from the tip to slick it up before he added his tongue, tracing along the side. He let saliva pool on his tongue to drool over the tip before he opened his mouth as wide as it would go and did his very best to take as much Sonic's cock as he could—it still wasn't much, and his eyes lidded almost the entire way as he continued back and forth, lapping up the sides, pressing wet kisses along Sonic's length while firmly stroking everything he couldn't reach. After a few minutes, his other hand reached lower to fondle the werehog's balls, hanging hot and heavy under his dick.
Sonic's tongue, meanwhile, continued to squirm inside of him, before pulling out and lapping the whole length between his legs, heat building in Shadow's thighs, his toes curling next to Sonic's head—and finally, finally it was too much. Shadow grit his teeth, pressing his face into the werehog's shorter belly fur.
“Fuck.” he hissed as he came into Sonic's mouth, muscles clenching and releasing before he flopped down completely, panting softly. His dick was still hard, pressed between him and Sonic, enough friction to keep it well interested but not enough for him to come...yet.
“What a good boy,” Sonic purred, his large paws carding up along Shadow's back, ruffling the fur up to his first set of quills, “I think you're ready—we'll go slow again, okay? I know this is still new for you.”
“Mmm,” Shadow mumbled, letting Sonic hoist him back up and then rearrange him on his back, legs spread wide and open to put him on full display.
“So pretty for me,” Sonic hummed; his tongue was still hanging out of his mouth, and he licked his lips before pressing the tip of his cock against Shadow's pussy gently. Shadow winced, even at the very first push—his body wanted this, but even so, he'd forgotten how big Sonic felt, and how much he had been stretched out last time.
“S-slower! Please, go slower, faker.”
“Shadow the Hedgehog, asking to go slower,” Sonic shook his head, “Never thought I'd see the day.” That sounded so much like Sonic—not the werehog but Sonic—that Shadow's stomach twisted, and he had to remind himself that no, no, this wasn't him.
“Please.”
“I will,” Sonic acknowledged, “This helped last time too.” He reached down to stroke Shadow's dick in time with his small thrusts, each one pushing slightly deeper, and Shadow just tried to focus on the former, ignoring the latter and everything that came with it—especially the just demented pleasure that coursed through his brain as his body finally got what it needed; to be full, so full.
“A-ah!” Shadow hadn't expected that thought to make him come, but it did, his dick twitching and spurting white across his stomach and Sonic's hand. Sonic hummed, pleased, pausing for a moment and pressing his paw against the mess on Shadow's belly.
“Isn't it so much better when you don't fight it?” He murmured, “You came last time, too, but you fought it, every step of the way. Don't you feel so much better, beloved? Just opening up and accepting what I'm giving you—you don't have to fight, you can just let it happen and feel so good.”
Shadow wrinkled his nose, ignoring all he words again that he didn't want to think about, instead focusing on the extremely pleasant sensation of Sonic stroking his stomach—he was once again able to feel Sonic's length inside of him, and his muscles quivered, trying to figure out how to react. But, fundamentally, he was far less tense this time around—not only already having been stretched out by Sonic's cock, but also not fighting tooth and nail every inch of the way this time. It made everything easier—and Shadow was going to ignore that thought again too, and let his legs spread wider and breathe deeply and feel Sonic bottom out inside of him, so deep and so full.
“MmmMmmM,” a rolling hum echoed through Shadow's chest, not quite a purr, because he wasn't going to purr from this, not ever, but the sound of a desperate need finally being fulfilled.
“Yeah?” Sonic whispered, “Got what you needed, Shadow?”
“Yes,” Shadow sighed, his eyes fluttering closed and his head lolling to the side. He hoped Sonic wouldn't make him ride him again: he just wanted to lie here and disappear into feeling, the same way he had last time. His hands wandered to his stomach for a moment, before moving away like they were burned as he remembered...
No. Nonononono get that thought OUT OF HERE, he was not going to break down again he was NOT.
Tears were pooling under his closed eyelids anyways, his breathing turning into quiet little sobs, and Sonic leaned down, kissing and licking at the fur on his cheek, “Oh Shadow, you're doing so good; it's okay, my love, you just relax and I'll make you feel so good—get you so full with my come again, okay?”
Shadow didn't respond except with a little gasp when Sonic partially pulled out before slamming back in, setting a pace that wasn't particularly fast, at least not yet—but Shadow could feel the pull on his insides, almost more than he had yesterday, and he remembered what the doctor had said about being sore and inflamed and he whimpered softly, squeezing his eyes closed and digging his claws into his palms to make the ache between his legs seem less.
It only took a few moments before it didn't matter though, when pleasure overwhelmed the pain and Shadow gratefully let his mind dissolve into the push and pull, letting himself be shoved up and drawn back, impaled on Sonic's cock driving in and out, the speed slowly increasing, faster and faster, until the breath was knocked out of him on every thrust.
He didn't know what he was saying. He didn't care. He didn't know anything until Sonic's knot caught on his rim, and he whimpered at the additional stretch, automatically reaching up to fist thick fur in his hands as he panted at the feeling of the werehog's knot popping into him and all the motion stopped.
Shadow was aware enough this time round to hear his stomach gurgle as Sonic pumped his come into it, shifting slightly at the discomfort from his belly stretching to accommodate the sheer volume of the werehog's seed inside of him, “Mnf.”
“You're so beautiful,” Sonic hummed; apparently noticing Shadow's slightly pained expression he rubbed his paws against the black hedgehog's distended belly. At first, like last time, it was oversensitive, the skin stretched too far, and Shadow made a soft squeak in protest, but Sonic persisted, his touches surprisingly gentle, and a moment later the feeling had turned into a gentle comfort as Sonic massaged his stomach.
“I can't wait until you're like this all the time,” the werehog purred, “All nice and round with my hoglets.”
“Can we not,” Shadow didn't open his eyes as he swallowed down bile, “Fucking talk about that right now.”
“If you don't want to, we can just cuddle. You were so good for me.” Sonic carefully pulled Shadow over sideways again, tucking the smaller hedgehog against his chest while they waited for his knot to go down, “So good...”
Shadow heard the werehog's breathing level off into a quiet snore, and he...he was at a loss. His mind was more present again than it had been in a long while, and he felt slightly sick with his actions—how could he have just walked in here, of his own free will, and let Sonic fuck him again? And he had a feeling this was setting a pattern: the thought made a shiver go through him, his dark fur standing up on end.
At least...at least the worst...the worst was over. He hoped. All he had now was the aftermath. He'd dealt with the initial shock, now he just had to get through the next few weeks—no, no. Rouge would break him out. Rouge would come before then, with Omega behind her, guns blazing, and they would break out and he and Sonic would have a Very Extensive Discussion after they burned this place to the ground...
“Shadow?” Sonic's voice was soft, and Shadow almost sighed. He didn't know what to say, “I'm...I'm sorry, Shadow.”
“I know.”
Sonic didn't expect more, “What...what do you think they're going to do? You know GUN better than I do...”
“More of this I expect.” Shadow said, matter-of-factly, and Sonic winced: he could feel it through every inch of fur that was pressed together.
“I'm...chaos I can't believe that even GUN would stoop this low...to have me r...r...” Sonic took a deep breath, thick fur pressing against Shadow's chest, “Rape you.”
“I consented this time.”
“After being drugged. That doesn't make it better.”
“I know.”
Silence again.
“I'm sorry.”
“I know.”