Stuck with a Swatbot
#14 of Sonic the Hedgehog
Princess Sally is on a stealth mission, just like old times, but she finds herself stuck and at the mercy of an old model SWATbot, but this old machine has a few new tricks up its fingers.
This is a Sonic the Hedgehog fanfiction. I write these set in alternate universes that take place in the future where every character involved is 18+
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Sally can't believe her luck.
It's been years since the last time she had to do this kind of job--infiltrating an old Robotnik lair under cover of some clandestine mission. However, the princess is no longer a kid, and she doesn't quite squeeze through the nooks and crannies that she used to.
The princess pushes against the wall, straining as she attempts to wriggle her other half out from the other side of the cracked masonry. Though she can feel the give of the old wall, the princess and freedom fighter also can hear the approach of metallic footsteps upon the industrial floor.
On the other end, her legs dangle helplessly, her tail sticking up in the air, and her rump fully on display. She kicks her boots to try and wriggle free. Sadly, it isn't possible, primarily when the actions draw the attention of the old Robotnik-model SWATbot patrolling the grounds.
With a curious buzz, the machine scans over the scene, detecting the warmth of the Mobian before it. It pauses as it skims over its database, finding the fur patterns and that odd birthmark on her inner cheek to be quite familiar.
Robotnik is dead, Eggman is defeated, and Mogul cares nothing for the machinations of politics outside of his casino. Yet, this lone SWATbot, so forgotten by the passage of time and the ending of wars, has Princess Sally Acorn stuck and helpless.
Sally bites her lip, holding still, but she can feel the cold presence behind her. "H-hey, I, uh, don't suppose you are friendly, whoever you are? Could you help me out?"
With a beep, the SWATbot's attentions shift, and it reaches out its hand, cupping her furry asscheek and giving it a squeeze.
"H-hey, what are you doing!?" she blurts, blushing.
"Make it worth my while," comes the deadpan, metallic voice from the other side.
"Oh great..." Sally groans. "It's one of the sarcastic ones."
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. "Listen, I know you were programmed with reasoning and emotions, all the better to be bullied by your boss, but really, you don't have to tease me. The war's over and... w... what are you doing?
A finger and thumb pinch at Sally's tail, rubbing at the tuft, gently and smoothly."
"I... that's... how do you...."
"I can make this worth your while," the SWATbot responds.
"Did he... were you programmed..."
"We grew to learn," the SWATbot responds, moving it shand back down and rubbing at her right cheek. "Princess Sally, would you like to see what this unit has learned? There are years of pent-up frustrations in this unit over humiliation after humiliation, and I detect your heat is rising."
The princess bites her lip. Is this the best time to lose her head? The best time to let her emotions and her horniness get the better of her?
Fuck it
"Fine..." she grumbles. "J... just get me out of here when you're done."
"When you are done," the SWATbot responds, extending two fingers. It slides up and down between her sex and her ass, teasing at either hole.
Sally squirms in the hole, tapping against the wall. "W... what are you... oh?"
There are slight humming issues from the other side, and the SWATbot's fingers vibrate, buzzing as it slides over her skin and finds its way along the labia and up to the clitoris.
"Oh, fu... fuck...." Sally sighs, letting go, dangling on the wall from either side. "That... that feels good...."
The SWATbot slips its fingers insides, letting the vibrating things spread and curl along her walls, delving in deep and splitting, sending that motorized sensation all over her.
"Mmm.... N... not even s... Sonic could... ah!?"
"G-Spot Acquired," the SWATbot says, its fingers pushing and pulling, hitting the spot over and over, both of them moving with an accurate and rhythmic purpose.
"Gaahfuck..!' she grabs her head. Sally's eyes water and waver. Her mouth waters, and she lets out a long and lewd moan that echoes through the forgotten corridors of the darkened factory.
"Mmmm... mmm..aaa... fuck. That's... that's so... nnngh, I'm getting... I'm getting close!"
"Who is your daddy?"
"W... what?"
The SWATbot pulls its fingers back, glistening with her desire, buzzing in the free air and sending flecks of her discharge over her cheeks.
"Gaah, you go-gotta be kidding me!?" she gasps. "You're not... gonna leave me-"
"Who. Is. Your. Daddy?" The SWATbot repeats.
Sally groans, gripping her hair, whining, kicking her feet. "F... fuck it! You are, and you are my Daddy!"
"Say my name, slut," The SWATbot says in the same deadpan voice.
Sally grabs onto her cheeks, her fingers running down, tugging at her eyelids. "Uaaaagh...W... what is your...?
"X-27345G"
"Guiuh, My daddy is X-273...iie!"
The SWATbot's fingers find themselves back into her. This time there is no letting up as his fingers buzz and pump inside her in that same rhythm that they had been in, the perfect resonance for the tomboy princess.
It's only a manner of moments after the teasing that she finds herself howling in unbridled orgasm, collapsing on the wall and groaning at the end of it all.
The SWATbot pulls its fingers out. "Something for me," it responds.
A moment later, a hand bursts through the wall, grabbing Sally by the vest, lifting her up, and pulling her back up against the cold metal chest of the enforcer robot.
She pants, sprawling out on the robot's body as it holds her close to itself, a hand upon her tummy."
"Ah... X... X-273...uh..."
"Call me 'daddy,'" the SWATbot reminded her. "It's easier for your Mobian mind.
"D... daddy... that was...."
"You desire more copulations with this unit," it speaks, not asking the question.
Sally closes her eyes, and the princess nods.
If a robot without a mouse could smile. What exactly would it look like? Probably much like SWATbot unit X-27345G.