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Sonic: Sally's Quest

Chapter 1: Awakening

The first thing she knew was the slow rise and fall of her chest. Breath flowing in and out through her mouth. The second thing she knew was that she existed because she could feel this slow, but steady sensation of air.

Other revelations came after that, one by one, and she processed each thought slowly, as if savoring them. She could think. She was a "she." She was laying on something comfortable, that cradled her body gently. She had a body. She had her eyes closed... because she was asleep.

"Your highness... Wake up. Sally, you must wake up. It is important that you open your eyes. I know it must be hard, but you are in grave danger..."

A voice.Voices existed. It wasn't hers. It was... "male," whatever that meant, although she knew this instinctively. It was speaking words that she could understand. It took her several moments, but she was able to listen and actually hear what the voice was telling her.

It took every ounce of strength she could muster, but she opened her eyes, groaning softly. She remembered she could hear, but she now remembered she could speak too. Her vision was blurry, so much so that she could not see anything.

"...Wh-...Where am I... W-WHO am I?" she asked, her voice hoarse and weak.

"Take it slow. I know you cannot remember anything, so I will try to explain what is happening as simply as I can. Your name is Princess Sally Acorn. You have been captured by a malevolent force and trapped in a dark, evil city. This force has stolen your memories."

Sally frowned, remembering how to do that, as she blinked slowly, trying to clear her vision. The voice's words rang true in her ear. They seemed right somehow. The blurriness went away, revealing her surroundings. She was in a strange chair, made of leather. It was designed to cradle her body, leaving her reclined comfortably, feeling almost weightless. A blanket was spread over her, keeping her warm, as the room was chilly. She shivered, feeling her nipples erect through the chestnut colored fur of her chest. Sally looked down and realized her arms were strapped down by steel restraints. A slight shifting of her feet proved they were similarly cuffed.

"Wha... Who... Who are you?" she asked slowly, feeling dizzy and dazed.She tested her restraints, pulling against them to no avail. They were solid.

"I am a friend. I've managed to break into the system to try to get you out and to safety. You need to trust me."

"...I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Sally asked, frowning.

"No.You do not. I am your only hope of recovering your memories and escaping from the city. If you follow my instructions, I will get you to safety. It will not be easy. The evil one's forces command many minions who are brainwashed to serve his every whim. You will need to slip or fight your way past them, and regain your memories."

"Regain my memories?" Sally asked, tilting her head, noting that she had long, back-length crimson hair.

"Yes.The Master of this drained all of your thoughts and memories into discs which he spread around the city. If you find them, you can be restored to your former self."

"...I'm strapped to this chair... How do I escape, when I can't even get out?" asked Sally.

"I'll handle that, dear."

With a loud click, the restraints opened. Sally slowly raised her arms, flexing them as she learned about her own anatomy, how her hands worked, her feet. When she felt brave enough, she slowly climbed out of the chair and to her surprise, managed to stand up on her first try without toppling over. It seemed while she had no memories in her head, her body and her muscles still remembered actions like standing and walking for her.

"Thank you," Sally said slowly, beginning to methodically stretch and flex her muscles one by one. She was stiff and sore, suggesting she had been in that chair for quite a while, unmoving.

Now that she was up and about, Sally took stock of her surroundings. She was in a small room, painted in a bland shade of white. Steel floors reflected dull fluorescent lighting from above. A line of cabinets hung over a sink and more cabinets. The chair sat in the dead middle of the room, and a bank of sharp and nasty looking implements of unknown providence hung from a rack above it. The term "dentist's office" floated into Sally's mind, but carried no meaning with them.

A full-length mirror hung in the corner. Sally walked towards it, realizing that she had no idea what she looked like. Peering in, a young teenager gazed back. She was a chipmunk of average height for what she guessed was her age, around 16, though there was no way to be sure. She had brown fur, the color of polished mahogany. Her cheeks, muzzle, and a wide patch of fur down from her chest down to her groin were a lighter shade, and the word "chestnut" sprung to mind. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, neither dark nor light, but a pure, deep cerulean. Her hair was long, down to her hips, and while it may have been styled slightly before, it was a bit of a mess now after... whatever happened to her.

After seeing the surface details, Sally looked closer at her body, trying to deduce some facts about herself from before her memories were lost. It was instinctive, as she somehow knew she had a keen intellect.

Her body was lithe and wiry, toned for athletics. No, it was more than that, it was toned for survival, fighting, running, and jumping. Her breasts were, in her opinion, perfectly sized. Not flat-chested, but not large enough to get in her way while running, leaping, or fighting. How she knew this was up for debate. Two rosy nipples poked through the creRose fur of her chest, erect in the cold air. She flicked a fingertip across one, gasping at the bolt of pleasure it brought.

This brought her attention lower. Sally gazed down and was caught in confusion. She knew she was a "she." That meant she was female. It took her a minute or two to understand what being female meant, but somehow she wasn't quite sure that females had long, twitching rods of pink flesh jutting from their hips.

It was half-soft, hanging down towards her knees. Sally knew it was long, even if she didn't know what it was, and felt a strange sense of pride at that. It was thick too, almost the width of her wrist. A small pouch of fur was wrapped around the lower inch or two. Veins bulged from the sides, and it bulged slightly at the bottom. At the top, skin covered almost all of something bulbous. Sally lifted the length gingerly with one paw, gasping at the pleasure that the touch of fur-on flesh brought.

Carefully, with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, she pinched and peeled down the skin, and immediately dropped to her knees at the rush of pleasure.Recovering from the jolt, she looked down. At the tip was something that sort of reminded her of a mushroom in shape, not that she knew what exactly a mushroom was. It was red, darker in color than the rest of the thing. The skin was bunched up at the base of the head. Sally blinked in curiosity, watching as clear liquid oozed from a slit at the very tip of the thing.

The word "penis" suddenly came to Sally's consciousness, but sadly, understanding what it was called did not help her understand what it was.Resolving to explore the mystery further later, Sally carefully pulled the... "foreskin" (another word that popped into her head) back into place.

Lifting it up against her stomach (and shivering in pleasure while doing so), Sally glanced under it, seeing a slight mound, split by a little hole. Checking her extremely vague mental dictionary of what "female" meant, that was supposed to be there.

"If you are done with exploring yourself, we need to get you out of here, Princess. The arousal and sensitivity is a side-effect of what they did to you. You're going to have to try to ignore it, because it will last several days."

"How do you even know what I'm doing?" Sally asked the voice, frowning.

"I am tapped into every security camera in the entire city as well as the public address system, which is how I am talking to you right now. But that is beside the point. Right now, we need to --"

The voice was suddenly cut off by a loud burst of static, causing Sally to recoil in shock. She clamped her hands over her ears, wincing.

"Ow!YOU need to fix your system!" she growled.

"My apologies. There have been some... glitches. As I said, I am tapped into every camera and security system in the city, but the connection is... tenuous at best. Just try to ignore the static."

Something about this nagged at the back of Sally's mind, but she could not figure out what. As it was, she was naked, alone, amnesiac, and helpless, lost in a strange place, and this voice was offering help. She could not refuse.

"...What do we need to do?" Sally asked, crossing her arms over her chest.Having had the chance to wake up properly and slowly become aware of how to think, she listened to the voice a little closer. The voice was a little raspy, quiet and left her with a cold feeling inside, as if icy crystals were forming around her heart. She did not like it at all.

"First off, we need to get you out of here. You are in the city prison. We need to get you out into the city proper, and out to various facilities. In each of these, one of your memory disks is hidden. You retrieve the disks, you regain your memories, and you can escape. First things first, an agent of mine left you clothes and an earpiece in the top left cabinet."

Sally walked over to the indicated cabinet and opened it up. She pulled out the clothing. It was red and black, made of leather and some other fabrics that she could not identify. It took her addled mind a few moments to figure out what a "shirt" and "pants" were, but soon, she was dressing herself.

After dressing, she took a moment to examine herself in the mirror again. She was wearing black pants with a ribbed white stripe down the legs. Black gloves covered her entire arms almost up to the shoulders. She wore a red jacket that was tailored to fit her breasts and body perfectly, another white rib disguising a zipper underneath. Gold tags were embossed on the chest, and a gold collar wrapped around her neck. She wore very heavy black boots with an extremely thick tread over her bare feet.

Sally frowned in curiosity as she looked at a symbol on the back of the shirt. It looked vaguely like an egg with a face with an extremely large and exaggerated mustache. The squirrel wondered what it meant.

Her member, still half-hard and showing no signs of ever softening further than that, was stuffed down the right leg of the pants, trapped against her thigh. It was quite visible, making a very obvious bulge, but it was the only way to make it manageable.

All in all, it felt very unnatural to be wearing this outfit, and it filled her with a strange sense of revulsion. She could not place her finger on it, but she instinctively hated the costume. If she had the option, she would have remained naked. As soon as she escaped and had an opportunity, she was going to strip out of it. That said, she forced herself to swallow her hatred. It was necessary to get her out.

She picked up the earbud, frowning in curiosity as she examined it. After a few moments, she figured out how to slip it into her ear.

"Testing. Can you hear me? This serves as a transmitter and receiver, so I will be able to hear you."

"Yes.I can," Sally replied, looking around.

"You do not need to speak so loudly. The earbud will be able to pick up even the quietest whisper. It's safer this way, rather than continuing to use the public address system which anyone could hear."

"...Okay... So what now?" Sally asked, her hands on her hips as she looked around the room.

"You leave the room. The door is unlocked. You are dressed as one of the soldiers running the prison. The Warden of the prison keeps all of her troops under a hypnotic trance. They will not recognize you, particularly if you procure a helmet from a weapons locker down the hall."

"Okay... and why not take a weapon too?" Sally murmured softly. The girl gripped the handle to the door, slowly turning it. It opened with a dull, quiet click, and she peered out. The room opened into a long, seemingly endless hallway that stretched out to the left and right from where she was. Sally immediately intuited that the building she was in was massive.

"Because the weapons all have tracking devices in them as well as being coded to a master DNA database... which you are not in. Take a weapon, and not only do they know where you are, but you also won't be able to use it."

Something about this explanation did not ring quite true to Sally, but she was unable to think of a counterargument, not having any experience to draw on. Sally took a brief moment to muse on how much having amnesia sucked, but then got back to business. Already she was learning little bits and pieces about her personality: her deductive and inductive skills, her lack of self-pity, her ability to compartmentalize and keep focused on business....

Sally slipped out of the room and walked down the hall, her pace a brisk walk.She found the room that the voice directed her to and slipped inside. Sure enough, it was a weapons locker. There were a variety of objects that Sally recognized as "guns" and "batons," and other assorted objects. As before, despite knowing the names of the objects, she had no idea what they were used for. Identification did not illuminate function in her amnesiac mind.

Sally rummaged for a few moments, before finding a red helmet with an opaque golden visor. She slipped it on over her head, finding that her triangular ears slipped perfectly into slots in the helmet. She carefully tucked her long, red hair under the helmet, keeping it hidden from sight. Locking the latches on the helmet, Sally took a deep breath. It was strangely claustrophobic inside. She had to take several more deep breaths, just to reassure herself that she could breathe.

"Admittedly, I'm just guessing here, but if I'm amnesiac, shouldn't I... y'know, be getting little flashes here and there?" Sally asked, frowning.

"...Flashes?"

"You know, signs that my memories are returning, anything?"

"You aren't amnesiac in the classical sense, your mind was actively scrubbed of all of your memories altogether. It's not that the memories are blocked, it's that they literally are not there. They will not return until you get the disks back."

"...Okay... So what now?" asked the squirrel, crossing her arms. She had to stop herself from reaching down to adjust her shaft, fully aware that it was still half-hard, still throbbing against her leg.

"Now, you escape. Make your way to the exit."

The voice gave her a series of detailed instructions, which Sally had to ask him to repeat several times before she had it memorized. Despite having the voice in her ear, her gut instinct told her to not rely on him entirely.

She opened the door and began to make her way down the route that the voice had laid out for her. Sally was struck by the strange silence of the building. There were the loud echoing clicks of heavy-treaded boots on the concrete floors, occasionally the soft murmur of a voice here and there in short, terse conversation, but the building should have been much louder than it was.

Curious, knowing that the building was a prison, Sally took a little detour. She found the nearest cell. Sally frowned as she stood on her tip-toes, opening the viewing slot. She wasn't sure what she was expecting to see, but it wasn't what she did see.

The cell's occupant was a young male badger. He was laying on his back on a cot. The lights in the cell were off, but colored light flickered inside. It took Sally's eyes a moment to adjust to the dark enough to see what was going on.

The badger was staring straight up at a screen that was held by a robotic arm above his face. His eyes were wide open, but completely vacant of thought. Sally could hear a female voice murmuring, the sound muffled by the cell door. The young man was nude and his penis was fully erect, jutting from his hips in a spire of pink flesh. Sally blushed a little, but wasn't sure why.

Fascinated, she watched as the badger fidgeted a little. His hips thrust back and forth, causing his member to spear forward into the air over and over. Heavy, swollen black-furred balls swayed and shook under it. Sally looked down at herself, wondering vaguely whether she was supposed to have those or not.

As she watched, the badger's mouth opened wide, and she could hear a muffled moan through the thick metal door. His penis twitched as syrupy clear fluid leaked down his flesh onto his stomach. The squirrel watched in fascination as his penis began to twitch and spasm, bobbing up and down. His hips thrust forward one last time, bucking a full foot off the cot. His toes curled, as his balls clenched tight to his shaft.

Then Sally gasped in shock and disbelief as thick, pearly ropes of goo erupted from the head of his cock. His member bounced up and down, jerked by muscular spasms as it fired off again and again, staining his black fur with streams of white.

Sally could not look away. She could feel her own shaft hardening in her pants, beginning to stretch the fabric with her arousal. She shuddered, her gaze locked on the male's shaft as it fired off again and again. Questions rushed through her mind: What did that feel like? Was he moaning in pleasure or pain? Could hers shoot that same thick goo? What WAS the goo? Why was he gushing it?

"...Princess, you need to keep moving. Snap out of it and get moving, please?"

Sally cursed the voice silently, wanting to keep watching, but he was right. She needed to escape. Resisting the urge to ignore him and keep watching, she shut the viewing slat and dropped back down onto her heels.

"What was that?" she asked, sliding a hand up and down her own penis, trapped against her right thigh.

"That is how the Master controls the city. He uses mind control and hypnosis and other methods to take over his victims' minds. All of his minions are enslaved to him. If I had not rescued you, you would be just like that poor soul."

Somehow, Sally found herself wondering what that would be like... To just lie there, mindless. To stare into space without a thought in her head... It was strangely tempting, and she couldn't say why. She lifted the visor of her helmet, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she tried to snap herself out of it and focus on the task at hand.

"....Why?" Sally questioned.

"Why what?"

"Why would this... Master do all of this? Why spread my memories around?" Sally asked, frowning.

"...I don't know. It's what he did, and it's what he does. And it does not matter. Right now, your only concern should be to escape. My only concern is to aid your escape. Now go."

Sally grunted, turning away and returning to the route that the voice had given her earlier. She moved quickly but without running. She kept to the center of the halls, striding as if she belonged there. As she walked, occasionally she came across people wearing similar uniforms to her own, many wearing helmets, many not. On those whose faces were exposed, Sally was baffled to see a similar expression of absolute blissful emptiness, the same as the badger. Their eyes were unfocused as they marched about. Sally began to understand the silence in the building... If everyone was under mind control, there was no real need to talk. Everyone was either doing what they were supposed to be doing... or they weren't, in which case they were going to get dragged off for reprogramming.

When she said as much to the voice, he chuckled, "Hrmph. You're more observant than I thought you would be. Bravo."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud burst of static in the earpiece.Sally yelped, thankful for the helmet muffling her voice. The squirrel shook her head, her right ear ringing loudly from the sound. She shook her head.

"Ow!What was that?!" she growled.

"Apologies. That was my fault. The connection is a little tenuous. You're going to get static every now and then."

Sally grunted in irritation again. She shook her head and slipped down a side hall to avoid facing another patrol, still following the route. Unfortunately for her, it was then that everything went awry.

"Attention! All staff, report to Cell Block B for an announcement. The Warden commands it!" a female voice announced over the public address system. Sally was passing a group of soldiers at that exact moment, and without warning or even a word, they pivoted and turned around, moving with Sally.

"Go with them. If you attempt to turn away or leave, they'll know you aren't hypnotized like they are," the voice ordered, "I'll work out another way to get you to safety."

Sally grunted in acknowledgement, following the soldiers. Her visor was still up, and she couldn't make any gesture to pull it down over her face without alerting the others. She noted the dazed, sleepy expressions on the other's faces, and made to mimic them.

Sally marched with the other soldiers as she tried hard not to break out in a nervous sweat. She kept her gaze glassy and unfocused, her jaw slightly slack. She was keenly aware of her shaft throbbing against her leg, threatening to distract her at any moment.

"Just keep walking, you're going in the right direction. The warden has the first disc. Luckily, she is not that bright, so getting it from her should be easy."

Sally grunted an acknowledgement, and then made a sound of query, too quiet for the others to hear.

"Oh, you want to know about the Warden? Her name is Warden Rose. She was installed a few weeks ago by the Master. She is one of his loyal servants, brainwashed to serve his cause without question. She was chosen for her certain... ruthlessness and playfulness. She is trusted to search through the Master's many, many, many prisoners for those ones with special potential. For ones with the ability, gifts, or who are interesting enough to be one of his chosen servants. You would have become one if I had not rescued you first."

Sally was simultaneously horrified and strangely thrilled by the thought. An image floated into her mind: her with glassy eyes, drooling, with erect nipples, a throbbing shaft, and her nectar flooding down her thighs. Sally was terrified of ending up that way, but something about it also sent her quivering inside. She desired it on some level... and that frightened her.

The Princess (of what? She couldn't remember...) did not have time to ruminate on her thoughts. She and the other soldiers walked into a large room, where a small stage had been set up in the center. Upon the platform was a young girl.

She was a hedgehog with pink quills, worn in a loose hairstyle that draped around and framed her face, pulled back by a black hairband. She wore a uniform much like that which Sally had on, but with much more gold trim on the shoulders. She carried a massive hammer, black and red. One side of the hammer had the same symbol that Sally and all the soldiers wore, the other had a strange blue and green swirl.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our Master has spoken. Bit by bit, our world falls to his mighty power. Even now, our Master has begun to reprogram a prisoner into his newest, and most valuable servant. Soon, his forces will march on all the remaining bastions of freedom on Mobius and all shall fall to him. This means that all of us are going to be VERY busy in the near future, as we will have political prisoners, prisoners of war, and other assorted 'guests' to deal with," she called to the growing crowd of soldiers. The squirrel guessed that this person was Warden Rose. Sally found herself pushed to the front row, where she worked hard to keep up a convincing blank expression.

It was then that another loud burst of static came through the earpiece. Sally could not help it. Despite herself, she winced and flinched, her body recoiling against her will. She slapped a hand to her ear.

As the white noise almost deafened her, Sally heard something strange. It almost sounded like a voice in the static... But then it was gone. Sally shook her head and looked up.

Rose was staring right at her with an expression somewhere between shock, anger, and confusion. Sally made to back away, preparing to run, but two hands clamped down on her shoulders, holding her in place. She glanced to her sides, and the soldiers next to her had grabbed her. Roughly, a third ripped the helmet off of Sally's head, causing her sheet of red hair to cascade down behind her.

"Ah!It seems we have someone an unwelcome guest among our ranks! Someone who hasn't been through the mandatory hypnotic orientation sessions!" Rose growled, leaping from her platform down to the ground. Her heavy boots clomped loudly as she sauntered towards Sally.

Up close, Sally could see that the pink hedgehog was younger than she was by several years, just entering her early teens. Getting eye to eye with Sally, the chipmunk could see that her eyes were a brilliant green. Sally frowned. There was a strange look in the younger girl's eyes, as if they weren't quite focused properly.

Before Sally could wonder about that any more, Rose's fist slammed into her stomach, doubling her over in pain. Sally coughed as her diaphragm spasmed, shaking her body. Rose smirked, grabbing Sally's hair and craning her head back.

"You didn't HONESTLY think you could make it past me and my soldiers, did you?I don't who you..." she began, her voice a sibilant hiss. She trailed off suddenly, stiffening a little as she put a hand to the side of her head.

"...Yes, Master... I hear you," she said slowly, pausing for a minute. Her voice had a strange lack of inflection or emotion, as if all the life had been sucked out of her as she said, "...Yes. Yes. No, sir. Understood, sir. I obey your every command. I have no will, except yours. Hail the Master."

Sally frowned, realizing Rose was wearing an earpiece of her own. The hedgehog placed a finger under Sally's chin and raised her head to look her in the eye.

"It seems you're the Master's special guest. I'm not supposed to break you, and that makes me sad," Rose purred, her voice sounding more natural again.

"Take her to my office. I'll deal with her myself," the hedgehog commanded. Sally growled. She wasn't going to let this happen. She didn't want to wind up a slave. Fearful rage filled her chest and she found herself lashing out. She gripped the soldier's hand that was on her shoulder, bending the fingers back until they broke. Twisting, she drove him to the ground, delivering two clean kicks to chest and face.

The second soldier on her shoulder clenched his fist and came at her. Sally whirled, sliding along the punch. She gripped his wrist and shoulder, forcing him to hyperextend his arm. Releasing his shoulder, she pulled back and delivered a palm strike, dislocating his elbow. She gripped his head, yanking him down to slam her knee into his forehead.

For a moment, there was shocked silence, as even Sally could not believe what she had just done. Whoever she had been before her brain had been wiped, she had been a raging BADASS!!!

The soldiers recovered from their shock and began to swarm her. Sally's body reacted again on instinct, her fists and feet flying. She struck out at vitals, delivered pressure point blows, disabled joints, disarmed foes and used their weapons as clubs. Her muscle memory did all the work for her, where her mind failed her. Sally was a passenger in her body. She thought of her goal, to escape the room, and her body acted to bring her there.

As she took down the thirtieth trooper, knocking him out with a whirling elbow, a young, high-pitched voice shouted, "ENOUGH!!!"

There came a sudden noise like thunder, an incredibly loud crack, followed by an echoing boom. The sound was deafening and Sally's ears rang again. But unlike the static in her ears, this lasted. The ringing drove all thought from Sally's mind. She felt the fear and anger simply flow out of her. Her mind was empty as she shuddered. It was strangely pleasant, like her mind was simply being put to sleep.

Her fists unclenched, her arms falling limp to her sides. She blinked dazedly as the ringing only intensified, driving out anything resembling thought or emotion from her mind. Her eyelids fell half-lidded, her head drooping forward as all the tension left her body. Her breathing slowed. Her mind slumbered, but somehow still remained awake. She did not even blink as Rose dropped to the ground in front of her, glaring.

"My Hypno-Hammer is unstoppable. Right now, you don't have a single thought in that big, empty head of yours. It feels good, doesn't it? You must obey me... and obeying me feels soooo good..." Rose growled softly. Sally blinked. She was right. She had to obey. It felt so good to obey. She had no choice but to obey.

"Follow me," Rose commanded, turning away. Sally stepped after her, finding her arms lifting of their own accord. She shuffled slowly, her gaze unfocused.

"And clean up this mess. Take these fools to the medical facility," Rose growled at the troopers.

Sally lost track of time for a little. The world had taken on a dreamlike quality where the only thing that existed was the ringing in her ears and the orders Rose gave her. She had to obey the younger girl. This overriding imperative controlled her mind, drove her actions, and made her feel wonderful inside. She could feel her member plump out, erecting in the confines of the tight pants.

Sally soon found herself in a small room. It was barebones, utilitarian. If Sally had been conscious, she might have mused that when you're under mind control, there wasn't much need to decorate, when you didn't have a mind to appreciate it. There was a desk by the wall with a number of datapads on it. A variety of wanted posters were on the wall, and Sally's eye was caught by one with her own face on it. Strangely, there was a bed on one side of the room. It was more like a cot than anything, and it showed signs of being slept in recently and frequently. It seemed that Rose lived in the room.

"Look at you... Dressed up in the Master's uniform? You don't get to wear that until you EARN it," Rose growled, eyeing Sally up and down, "...I don't see what the Master sees in you. You're not special. I don't know why he chose YOU to be his special pet... He said I have to bring you in and not hurt you... But he didn't say anything about not screwing you into obedience..."

There came a loud unzipping noise and Sally barely noticed as Rose's shirt fell to the ground, baring her flat chest. The younger teenager smirked, unzipping her pants and letting them fall to the ground.

"Drop to your knees... and start rubbing," she commanded.

"...Drop to my knees.... start rubbing..." Sally found herself repeating.With a faint sense of slight pain, her knees hit the concrete. She reached up and began exploring Rose's loins. The girl had a patch of peach-colored fur that covered her muzzle, coating her breasts, stomach, and down to her groin. Sally's gloved hands began to slide along her inner thighs, moving up and down as Rose moaned softly.

"No, no... Lose the gloves," she ordered. Sally mumbled her assent, plucking the gloves off her hands with a very vague sense of relief. Free of the uncomfortable things, she returned to exploration, slowly sliding her fingertips along Rose 's vulva. The girl cooed in pleasure, delighting in Sally's gentle, slightly awkward touch. Sally stared straight ahead as she worked, her expression blank, eyes dull.

Sally blinked slightly as she continued up and came to a strange lump, just above Rose's cleft. She paused, frowning as she stared at it in confusion.

"Keep stroking, slave. Squeeze it, and rub up and down," Rose commanded. Unable to disobey, Sally did as instructed. Her hand squeezed and stroked slowly as Rose craned her head back, basking in pleasure. As Sally worked, the bulge began to swell out. It did not take long before the fat head of a penis emerged from it. Then Sally understood what was happening.

"Suck," came Rose's command. Sally blinked for a moment, confused, but the hedgehog girl merely repeated the order. The Princess moved in and opened her mouth wide. She slowly took the head of the shaft into her mouth, beginning to slowly swirl her tongue around it. Again, muscle memory began to take over for where her real memory failed. Apparently, she had done this quite a few times in the past, as she slowly and methodically pleasured Rose. The hedgehog clenched her fists, leaning back against the desk, panting in pleasure. Her shaft hardened, sliding out inch by inch straight into Sally's muzzle.

Sally bobbed her head back and forth, each time taking a little more into her throat.As she did, Rose's penis grew harder and longer, pressing against the back of her throat. She flicked her tongue across the head, feeling it twitch. Sally's tongue slipped inside the foreskin, swirling around. If Rose's foreskin was as sensitive as her own, this would feel extremely good...

And she was right. The hedgehog arched her back, giving a soft cry as she buried herself to the hilt into Sally's throat. The squirrel could feel a sticky burst of sweet, sugary liquid splash the back of her throat. Sally was forced to swallow or risk choking. The younger girl pulled back, gripping her phallus in her gloved hand. She pumped it several times, coaxing another spray of clear fluid to drench Sally's outstretched tongue and muzzle. Sally had no idea what the stuff was, but it was delicious to her.

"Hff... Hahnn... No, not yet... You're gonna get this where it belongs. Pull down your pants and bend over the desk," Rose growled.

"Pull down my pants... bend over desk..." Sally mumbled. She unbuttoned her trousers, unzipping them. There was an intense rush of relief and release as her own erection sprung free, already dripping that same clear liquid. Rose grumbled, eyeing it.

"Of COURSE you'd be bigger than me. Why not?" she growled, more to herself than to Sally, "...If the Master didn't want you for himself, I'd make it my purpose for the next month to use you in every way I could think of..."

Sally, of course, did not reply. She merely slumped over on the desk, her breasts pressed flat against it. Her little tear-drop tail lifted high as she stared into space, her gaze on the wall behind her. Suddenly, she felt something incredibly hot and hard prod against her muff. She trembled, jumping in surprise.

"Stay still," Rose commanded, slapping Sally's rear. The squirrel winced in pain, but did not move, even as the heat and hardness prodded again. Then Rose drove her hips forward. For Sally, it was pleasure unlike anything she could remember. It felt like a heated steel rod had been plunged inside her. It ground against her clitoris, sending bolts of pleasure up and down her spine.

Rose wasted no time. Before Sally could acclimate to the strange sensation of heat, hardness, and fullness, the hedgehog pulled back her hips until only the fat head was left inside the squirrel. With a sharp, powerful thrust, she drove herself back in, eliciting a cry of joy from Sally's mouth. She repeated the process, back slow, torturously dragging her cock against the entranced girl's clit, before pounding forward, punctuating the thrust with a sticky burst of the clear liquid.

Sally shivered, the force of Rose's thrusts causing her penis to bounce, smacking wetly against her stomach. She cooed softly, wiggling her hips back against the younger girl, her inner walls squeezing and spasming around her. She gasped in delight as she suddenly felt Rose's gloved hand wrap around her flesh, beginning to roll the foreskin up and down over the thick head.

The squirrel felt something strange. It was like something was welling up inside her penis Her member swelled slightly and she could feel something boil up the inside. She arched her back, splattering the side of the desk with a sticky burst of the clear stuff.

"Look at you. Your mind is mush... I've only just got started, and already you're spurting pre..." Rose growled in her ear, her breath hot on Sally's neck.

Sally moaned in response, unable to say anything coherent through her trance and through her pleasure. She moaned in ecstasy, rocking her hips back against the hedgehog. The wet slap of fur on fur began to echo through the room, as Sally's juices drenched Rose's phallus. The hedgehog grit her teeth, beginning to mumble to herself as she pumped her hips.

"Yeah, gonna screw you good... gonna spurt my cum... Fill you with my spunk... Make you cry for mercy..." Rose growled, her green eyes narrowed. She drove into Sally, her hips pistoning back and forth rapidly. More of her... pre? Was that what she called the clear stuff? More of her pre flowed into Sally's depths. The squirrel whimpered, her own syrupy fluid dripping down Rose's hand.

Suddenly, Sally felt Rose's cock give a pronounced jerk. It pulsed, throbbing powerfully inside her. Rose's mouth opened in a cry of pleasure as she buried herself to the sheath inside Sally. It twitched once, twice, three times...

"I'm... I'm gonna CUM!!!" Rose cried.

Then Sally's world exploded into ecstasy beyond ecstasy. She could not remember a sensation like it. Rose's penis convulsed, and in the next moment, Sally felt an intense rush of thick, hot goo inside her, painting her inner walls. Rose grunted, grinding against her as she erupted again and again. The thick fluid began to fill Sally's tunnel up, then overflowed her, spilling down her inner thighs. A part of Sally still capable of the most rudimentary thought wondered if this was what getting filled up with lava was like, thick, hot, and gooey.

And then things got even better. A pressure built deep in Sally's loins, separate from the pressure currently placed on her stomach from being filled past capacity. It felt like an earthquake, a rumbling, a spasming in her muscles. And then Sally's vision went white and her senses turned to static.

Her inner walls clamped down on Rose's cock so tightly that the other girl could not even try to thrust any more. She was trapped. Sally felt something boiling up each and every inch of her cock, before blasting from her tip, splattering the side of the desk with a satisfying splattering noise. Sally could feel each burst rush up her member, each gush lasting almost ten seconds, before a slight pause, then the next. Thick white goo fired off in pearly ropes, drenching her shirt, splattering her fur, soaking into Rose's paperwork. It was just like what she saw the badger from before. If Sally had been capable of anything resembling coherent and conscious thought, she would have willingly given herself up to the Master if it meant feeling like this all the time.

As it was, she trembled and cried, her muscles locking up as she erupted over and over, hearing Rose gasp and moan behind her. They came together, trembling with each rich, large ejaculation. Sally could feel her stomach swell slightly with the sheer amount Rose pumped inside her. Her body shuddered with each burst, her inner walls clenching to milk Rose of every drop she could muster.

The hedgehog slumped back after a minute or two, her shaft pulling free of Sally's cleft with a wet slurping noise, like a boot being pulled out of thick mud.Her cum streamed down both of Sally's inner thighs, even as the squirrel continued to writhe and cry. The hedgehog gripped her flesh, stroking her last bursts over her own stomach with a faint sigh.

"Sally. You do not obey her. You obey me. Listen closely... and do exactly as I command..." the voice purred to Sally through her earbud. Sally understood immediately. She did not obey Rose. She obeyed the voice. Even as her orgasm waned, she listened to the orders of the voice.

"Mmm... That was a good start... Maybe next I'll have you... HEY!!!" Rose exclaimed as Sally suddenly turned around. She grabbed Rose's legs, lifting them up and hooking them over her shoulders. Pushing forward, she forced the hedgehog to curl up, Rose's cock poking her in the face.

"Lemme go! Lemme MMPH!!!" Rose growled angrily, her protests being cut off as Sally forced the hedgehog's penis into her own muzzle. Sally's hips trembled, her cock still dribbling semen as she moved into position.

Sally then experienced a whole different type of pleasure as she buried herself to the hilt inside the Warden. It was warm, wet, and squishy, and it clenched around her so tightly. Sally's body again acted on instinct, beginning to pump her hips back and forth. Rose growled and tried to struggle, but when it became apparent that Sally was stronger and had her pinned in such a way that she could not escape, she stopped fighting.

In fact, despite herself, she found herself enjoying the domination. She began to bob her head on her own member, licking and slurping even as Sally drove into her. Her body shivered, her own seed flowing onto her tongue. She gulped down the white liquid, most of it spilling out of the corners of her muzzle.

For Sally, it was a sublime experience. She was utterly mindless, just doing what the voice had commanded her to do. And the voice had simply commanded her to move her hips back and forth, back and forth as fast and as hard as she could. She drove into Rose with the force of a jackhammer, slapping against her over and over. Her member felt strange, tingling and spasming constantly, oversensitive from having just climaxed.

Rose found herself getting into it, shivering as she felt Sally pound into her rhythmically, her body moving like a machine. Her own hips bucked back as best she could, instinctively trying to bring off the squirrel. The Warden's member jumped, bouncing off her own tongue as pre spilled onto her tongue.

It didn't take long. This time Sally was the first to go off. She gave a strangled cry of joy, plunging herself to the hilt into Rose. Her body stiffened, every muscle locking up and trembling. Then came the hot, delightful ache of ejaculation as she blasted inside the girl. She easily overflowed Rose on the first gush, her spunk flowing out of the hedgehog's body. She moaned, watching as it ran in hot rivulets down the hedgehog's shapely rear. Sally pulled out halfway in dazed fascination, watching her cock spasm as it spilled its massive burden into Rose's tightness.

The hedgehog howled around her shaft, before she spluttered and coughed, getting a gigantic mouthful of her own semen. Her cheeks ballooned out almost comically, most of it spilling down her chin. She began to gulp desperately to keep up with each burst, not wanting to choke. The salty-sweet cream spilled onto her tongue, and as Sally pulled back slightly, Rose uncurled a little until only the head of her penis remained in her mouth. She opened wide, giggling as each jet of rich white cum spurted over her tongue.

Sally groaned and pulled back even further, shuddering in pleasure. Despite her mindless state, despite her trance, she needed to witness this. She had seen the badger do this earlier... She had seen Rose do it just now... but she wanted to see herself do it.

She was not disappointed. As she yanked her phallus free of Rose, it immediately bobbed up and down, slinging thick, pearly ropes into the air. They landed with a wet, audible splat, drenching Rose's pink quills with streaks of white, splattering her chair and much of the floor around her. Sally gripped her penis, and mimicking the Warden from earlier, began to pump it, squeezing and rolling her foreskin up and down over the head of her shaft. Her other paw rubbed incessantly at her clitoris, prolonging her pleasure and heightening her delight.

Rose uncurled finally with a gasp for air. She raised her hand towards Sally, her jaw working as if she was trying to say something. But then her eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped over, falling onto the floor with a wet thud. Sally did not notice. She continued to pump and stroke and gush, letting the pleasure control her, letting her mind wash clean with each ejaculation.

It was about six minutes, and well into a third orgasm before she heard something like a high-pitched squeal that caught her attention. It was then that she realized the voice had been talking to her the whole time, but she was not listening.

"Sally, when I count to three, you will slowly awaken from your trance. You will feel clear-headed and aware, and ready to listen to my advice. One. Two. Three."

Like a switch had been flipped, Sally gasped, jolted as her thoughts and emotions came rushing back to her. She looked around in complete confusion, wondering where she was and how she got there. The last thing she could remember was this thundering crash while she was fighting off the troops.

"Wh-What the... AHNNN!!!" she asked, before trailing off into a cry of pleasure as the next eruption occured, a thick rope of hot cum flinging across the room. Sally dropped to her knees, blinking in confusion as she watched her member bob up and down, spurting over and over. Like with the badger, she was fascinated by it... and now she knew he was crying in pleasure, not pain. She savored the sensation, her toes curling, hips bucking... but all too soon, it came to an end.

The flow of spunk slowed, the pleasure lessened, and she sagged back, gasping for breath. She lay there for what seemed to be hours, stunned by what had just occurred and not understanding any of it.

"What was... What was... THAT?!" she finally managed to ask between gasps for air.

"The Warden hypnotized you and subjected you to sexual pleasure.Unfortunately for her, you overwhelmed her and she passed out. I know you must be exhausted and confused, but you need to listen closely and do as I say."

"I hear you. What do I need to do?" Sally asked, huffing as she finally managed to pull herself into a sitting position.

"In her desk in the top right drawer should be a data disk. This is one of your memory disks. Take it."

Sally stood up, and immediately fell over as her legs refused to support her, her knees buckling. Wincing in pain from bashing her ribs on the side of a piece of furniture, Sally crawled to the desk. Opening the drawer, she found a small case, only a few inches across. It was colored blue, and had a symbol embossed on the front label, a large acorn in back of a crown resting around the hilt of an ornate sword.

Sally touched it and prepared to open the case, but the voice interjected.

"No, don't open it. You risk damaging it. Just put it aside and get dressed again."

Sally nodded and replied, "Uh... Okay. Yeah, guess it's best to have some pants on if I'm going to make a run for it..."

Sally shook her head, bewildered by what just happened. It had felt so good, and even now, almost ten minutes later, her shaft still twitched and spilled bursts of white fluid onto the floor as it softened. Every time it did, it sent a jolt of pleasure down Sally's spine. She could feel Rose's cum still flooding down her inner thighs, sloshing around inside her.

"You must keep moving, Sally. I know you must be tired after that, but if you stay there, the guards will discover you. Put the disc in the pouch on your belt. It'll be safe there."

Sally nodded slowly, doing as the voice ordered. She took a deep breath, wiping off her member in Rose's fur as the girl gurgled incoherently where she lay. She stuffed her shaft down her pant-leg again, taking a deep breath as she did so.

"...You never told me your name," Sally said as she stood up, pulling her shirt back down over her breasts.

"...It's Ivo, dear. My name is Ivo."

"...Well, Ivo... Thank you. Let's get out of here," said the squirrel, smirking up at the security camera in the corner of the room, before leaving.

****

Elsewhere, not too far from Sally, a man sat in a chair, watching a bank of holographic displays as the young woman raced through the halls of the prison towards the exit. A hand brushed along his long, orange mustache as his glasses shimmered in the light.

"Of course, Sally. We'll get you to safety soon..." he murmured softly, before switching off the communication channel. He paused for a minute, amused by the situation. If he had the anatomy, the display he saw just a moment ago might have aroused him, but he had evolved beyond such physical concerns.

Flicking a switch, he opened up a second communications channel and said, "Rose , dear. You did your job wonderfully. Return to your programming pod now."

"Yes, Master. I obey," Rose's voice replied over the channel. Even as he watched, the hedgehog climbed to her feet, Sally and her own semen dripping from her fur. She staggered out of the room on shaky legs, shivering in the aftermath of ecstasy, having been faking unconsciousness.

The man smirked and flicked off the communicator and the display, sitting back to savor the situation.

"You can't win. Sally'll figure it out. She'll wake up, and she'll rescue the others, and she'll defeat you," a soft female voice growled, breaking through his reverie.

"No, she won't. This is MY game, and I am its master. She's nothing but a game piece. She will follow the path from A to B, occasionally rolling the dice. But in the end, I am behind all the other pieces," the man said, smirking, "And even though you may try to cheat the game, it'll only serve to aid me, Nicole."

"Robotnik, you monster..."

"Remember, Nicole, you're a player too. Right now, you may be working with Sally, but in the end, you'll be one of my pieces as well. All it will take is time..."

Robotnik's seat swiveled around with the soft whir of hydraulics. A holographic display projected the image of a young lynx girl into the air, only a year or two younger than Sally. She had a long black hair, tied into two even longer pigtails that ended in large electrical plugs. She wore a purple dress over black pants. Various status bars hovered in the air around her, including several that said things like: "System intrusion status: 13%," "Viral infection process: 8%," "Nicole Antiviral Strength: 93 %" and more.

"I don't know what you're planning, but I will not let you harm Sally, or the others. Your virus is held at bay by my antivirus subsystems, while I continue to spread myself into your city's network," she said, her voice and face betraying none of the rage currently inside her. Even as she spoke, as if to prove her wrong, the Antiviral Strength bar ticked down a percent to 92%, while the infection bar increased to 9%.

"Yes, yes. You certainly have spread your influence farther than I expected before I could stop you... But this is all part of the game. Will you take over enough systems to rescue your dear Princess? Or will you fall prey to my virus and become my tool against her? Each move carries us closer to that end..." Robotnik purred. He turned away from her as a tear rolled down her furry cheek.

"Now... Onto the second stage..." Robotnik murmured, pulling up the controls and a diagram of the next sector of the city....

To Be Continued...