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Chapter List
- 1-The Freakiest Show
- 1
The following short story is based on characters created and/or copyrighted by SEGA! Enterprises, DiC Productions, Archie Comic Publishers, Fleetway Comic Publishers, and the Taki Corporation. All other characters were created and copyrighted by Roland Lowery.
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"Sailors, fighting in the dance hall

Oh, man!

Look at those cavemen go

It's the freakiest show

Take a look at the Lawman, beating up the wrong guy

Oh, man!

Wonder if he'll ever know

He's in the best selling show"
-Life on Mars by David Bowie

The Freakiest Show

by Roland 'Jim' Lowery
Robotropolis.
The very name of the city itself tended to send icy slivers of fear through any Mobian's body. For the past ten years, it had stood as a symbol of crushed dreams, destruction, and death. Very few of those who fought the city's master, Dr. Ivo Robotnik, for control could enter Robotropolis without a slight sense of trepidation.
Even Princess Sally Acorn, who had called the city home before the coup and had logged countless hours of mission time on its streets and in its buildings over the past decade . . . even she couldn't help but feel the slight chill of paranoia pierce her otherwise resolute grim determination as she passed through its pitch dark alleyways. Her eyes darted back and forth every few moments, ever wary for an ambush or mechanical trap.
Her partner in this latest mission was, in sharp contrast, absolutely nonchalant about being so far into the heart of enemy territory. He was twitchy, to be sure, but that twitch was borne of a desire for action, a want for confrontation, a need for speed. But more than anything else . . .
Sonic T. Hedgehog was horny as hell.
"How much farther?"
Sally sighed softly as she stuck her head out of the alley and looked both ways. The street was clear of SWATbots, but there was no telling just how long that would last. She grabbed onto Sonic's upper arm and began to half-lead/half-drag him across the throughway. A burst of superspeed - expected, if still breathtaking - had them across in less than a second.
"Sorry, Sal," Sonic said with a grin and a shrug, "but ya really oughta let me juice us all the way there. It'd only take a sonic second!"
"No," Sally said after catching her breath. "we're going to do this right, Sonic Hedgehog, and that means taking it slow!"
Sonic shrugged again and they continued down the twentieth back alley of the night.

Freedom Fighter incursions into Robotropolis happened so often that after so long, they almost became routine. Wake up, drink coffee, fend off Mobians, have lunch, fend off Mobians again, rebuild reactor or factory, go to bed, wake up and start the whole thing over again.
Snively, for one, was getting rather tired of the whole thing. Standing at the same console day after day, watching for the latest emergency, getting beaten within an inch of his life when things went wrong . . . what was the point of it all? Back when his uncle had first taken over the planet, everything had seemed like a grand adventure. An adventure seen purely from an under-Robotnik's-thumb vantage point, but an adventure nonetheless. Now it was dull dull dull . . . God, it was dull.
So it was that when the intruder alert came up from one of the spy orbs criss-crossing its way across the city, Snively barely had the energy to reach over and tap the button to bring up a live feed. What was the point? He already knew who it was. He already knew what he was going to have to do. He already knew the entire procedure front and back and side to side and every single way that a human being had to know any single thing as intimately as possible.
He stared blearily at the monitor as the image of two Freedom Fighters flickered onto the screen. The hedgehog and the princess, of course. The rabbit, walrus, and . . . whatever the hell that French thing was . . . they were probably somewhere on the outskirts of town, waiting to pull whatever silly little trick they had up their sleeves today.
Snively huffed a short laugh. The Frenchie was the only one who even had sleeves, and he highly doubted it had anything particularly dangerous hidden up there.
Suddenly in a more lighthearted mood, Snively merely leaned forward, placed his chin in one hand, and slumped forward, eyes on the screen. Standard operating procedure was to call up the not-so-good doctor and let him know what was going on, of course, but a strange fit of serendipity stopped him from reaching for the intercom panel. It would get him a few extra lumps and bruises later on, he knew, but why not break the monotony by letting it develop into a real emergency?
And so he watched.
And waited.

"Okay," Sally said. "This should do."
"Finally!" Sonic exclaimed, sagging with the weight of having to walk instead of run for so long. "So what say," he said as he grabbed the princess by the waist and bent her back gently, "we get down to bidness?"
Sally ran her hand down Sonic's chest but still looked around with a hint of trepidation. "Shouldn't we . . . I don't know . . . take just a little look around first?"
Sonic rolled his eyes. "Baaaaaaabe," he mock-whined, "the whole point of this was the chance we could get caught! You wouldn't want to ruin the moment . . . wouldja?"
A soft smile finally found its way across Sally's face. She wound her arm around the hedgehog's neck, pressed her body up against his, and moved her head in for a passionate kiss.

Snively stared at the screen in shock. The Freedom Fighters had come to Robotropolis to make out?
Right under a stun wave trap?!
He couldn't believe his luck. It was if Lady Fortune herself had stepped up to him and asked if he wanted a fine cigar, a stiff drink, and a good, hard screw. And his answer, of course, wasn't just yes but hell yes. It took a few flabbergasted moments for him to realize that his hand was already over the activation panel for the trap. With a cold grin and firm authority, he slammed his palm down.

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"Sonic! Sonic! Oh my gosh, are you okay?!"
Snively stared through the smoke wafting up from his . . . from Sonic's body. Princess Sally Acorn was kneeling before him, close enough to touch, worry etching her features. He looked at the gloves on his . . . Sonic's hands, at the little blue quills running all over his . . . Son- . . . no, his skin now.
I can't believe it!, he thought, feeling of his oddly shaped head in shock. I'm in a horribly clich� episode of every cheesy sci-fi TV show ever made! I'm trapped in this puerile Mobian's body! I'm stuck here with this wretched female! I'm-
He glanced down at his crotch, noticing the heavy member protruding there for the first time, and moaned.
-horny as hell!

Snively - or rather, Sonic in Snively's body - was . . . displeased.
Let's spice up our relationship, she says! he fumed to himself. Let's do something crazy, she says! Dammit! Dammit dammit dammit! It figures that the first time she wants to get kinky, Snidely and the Magical Malfunctioning Machine has to pull some kind of switcheroo crap! Aren't things complicated enough around here?!
Sonic sighed heavily and tapped his stubby human fingers on the console before him. Without his speed, he was going to have to - shudder - depend on his thinkmeats to get out of this situation. He scanned all the different knobs and panels and lights and buttons in front of him, but none of it made the slightest sense to him. One small section of the board was steaming a little, so he could easily guess that it was whatever had switched him and Snively in the first place. Just how to go about reversing that feat was beyond him, however.
After a few moments, he noticed that his back was aching. Robuttnik's probably got Snidely just standing here all day every day. Punk doesn't believe in chairs for anyone but him, I guess . . .
Fortunately after a few minutes of searching, he managed to root out a small fold-out chair from a nearby storage unit. He quickly set it up in front of the console and looked to see how Sally and the Sniv were handling the situation.

"Well, you look all right," Sally said, relieved after checking Sonic for any injuries. "We need to get out of here before anything else hap-"
Snively suddenly grasped the princess by the shoulder and shook his head. "I don't think so, princess," he growled.
"W-what?!"
"I-" Snively started, then clamped his jaw shut. "Uh, I mean . . . I, um, think that was just an automated system. There's probably nobody coming. Um . . . not yet . . . anyway?"
As Snively made a pathetic effort at waggling his eyebrows seductively, both he and Sally were beginning to wonder just what the hell had come over him. The only thing he could figure was that the hormones running through the hedgehog's body were interfering with his good common sense. Plus the fact that he hadn't been with a woman - any sort of woman at all - in nearly seven years, and at the moment, the furry rack bent down over him was looking mighty good.
Sally, however, was still completely perplexed. "'Automated sys-' . . . just what's gotten into you, Sonic?"
"Nothing!" Snively nearly squeeked. "I mean . . . look, if anyone knew we were here, wouldn't we be hearing hoverpods zooming overhead by now?"
Sally looked around quizzically for a moment. The ever-present silence of a dead neighborhood was unbroken, and Snively could see her visibly relax. "I guess you're right," she said with a grin. "Besides, if nothing else, this'll just up the ante on our little adventure, won't it?"
"Uh . . . yah," Snively said, grinning back. The lopsided nature of the smile caught him a bit off guard, a far cry of his usual nasty smirk, but he quickly forgot it as warm fur and flesh pushed up against his front.

"GETCHYER DAMN HANDS OFFA MY WOMAN!" Sonic roared at the screen, pounding his fists on the console. He then snatched his head around when he heard an odd metallic shuffle behind him and saw a SWATbot standing in the doorway, staring at him.
"Uh," he grunted, suddenly frightened. "I'm, uh, just practicing for if I ever get a girlfriend?"
The SWATbot, apparently satisfied, turned around and left. Sonic slumped in his uncomfortable chair and breathed out a sigh of relief before turning his attention back to the scene unfolding before him. Sally and Snively in Sonic's body were putting the moves on each other, looking close enough to touch but actually so many miles away amongst the city's labyrinthine alleyways.
Sally pushed Snively all the way back on the ground and straddled him. No penetration yet, but she was definitely letting him get a feel for the territory. Sniv's eyes were rolling back in his head as the warmth spread across his-
"ARGH!"
Sonic jumped up and started pacing. There had to be some way to stop what was happening. He could order a SWATbot squad down- no, no, that would put Sally in jeopardy. Damn spy eye, only letting me see without letting me-
A sudden thought blazed through Sonic's mind but was quashed just as quickly as the last. By the time he figured out how to move the spy orb showing him everything so that Sally could see it, the little tryst on the screen would be over and done with anyway. And that was even if that little jerk did last more than half a minute.
Sonic slumped back into his seat, finally resigning himself to his dismal fate. Sally and Snively were out there having sexy fun while he was stuck inside 'bot central with the abysmally monumental task of trying to figure out a computer control panel that might as well have been constructed by an alien race . . . and actually had been, to some degree.
As he peered over some of the console's labels, trying to make some sense of what they were trying to tell him, he glanced idly at the screen where the princess and his body were having a fine old time. He turned his attention back to something called "Auxiliary Flux Control Station Access Perimeter Purge", but gradually found his mind wandering. This, in itself was no surprise. How could Snively stand all this boring crap? Computing? Collating? Reading?
But no, something else seemed to be tugging at the corner of his brain, too. Without quite realizing what he was doing, he found himself staring at the screen again, watching raptly as the two Mobians continued their foreplay. Then, with a jerk of surprise, he felt something . . . move.
"What the-?" he muttered as he looked down at Snively's pants. There had definitely been something going on down there, and when he looked back up at the screen, he felt it again.
"Wow," Sonic said to himself. "So he's not dickless after all. Guess I gotta stop calling him that. But what the crap is it jumpin' . . . 'round for . . . now?"
Slowly he found himself enraptured by the screen once again, and now he had it figured out. Even though he himself wasn't really into the sneak peek scene, apparently his hijacked body belonged to a prime voyeur of the carnal acts, and it was taking his mind along for the ride. In the end, it wasn't really that shocking. Apparently all Snively ever really did was watch everything through digital video streams anyway. With a half-guilty look around first to make sure the coast was clear, Sonic settled back in his chair.
"What the hell," he said to the empty room. "I can waste five minutes. Let's give this baby a test drive . . . "

At first, Snively didn't know what to do with himself. Fortunately it seemed that his new body and - to a greater degree - Princess Sally did.
After she had pressed up against him, she had begun to rub her body up and down ever so slightly. Her lips pressed against his. Her tongue began to push beyond and around his teeth even as her hand began its own little quest towards his manhood. He felt her slender hand circle its way around the base of his dick, softly squeezing and caressing. A moan of pure lust escaped his throat and he almost felt like he was going to spend it all right then and there.
Sally pulled back from their kiss just long enough to say, "Like that, huh?" Snively had just enough time to mumble an affirmative before she was scraping the back of his throat with her tongue again.
Without breaking the kiss, she gently pushed him down onto the ground. For a fleeting moment, he almost admonished her for bringing him in contact with heavens knew what kind of filthy bacteria and scum littering the streets, but then she swung her leg up over his body and laid her wet pussy right on top of his prick. Any further complaints about their current arrangement went floating off with the breeze.
As stiff as his cock had been before, it somehow managed to harden even further, turning from rock into tempered steel. He hadn't even truly penetrated Sally yet and he was in pure ecstasy. The warmth spreading from her onto him . . . Snively had never known it could be so wonderful. All of his previous sexual engagements had been much like he himself . . . short, shriveled, and nasty.
But that was the old busted Snively. This was the new hotness Sonic-Snively. Lame and clich� as a body switch was, there were definite upsides to it.
His reverie was broken suddenly as Sally began to grind her hips down onto his. His cock, caught in the slippery cradle of her womanhood, was treated to a beautiful feast of sensation as she slid up and down on him. Almost of their own volition, Snively's hands stripped themselves of their gloves and reached up towards Sally. He rubbed her belly fur, up across her ribs, and began to fondle her small breasts. As he began to work his way back down her sides, she stretched languorously, putting her hands behind her head and pushing her chest out as far as her spine would allow.
"Oh, I want you . . . I want you inside of me," she breathed softly, running her hands around her neck and down across her breasts.
"I want-" he started with a gulp, trying to collect himself enough to speak. "Oh . . . oh . . . hell yah . . . " was all he managed to get out.
She leaned down, pressing her firm body against his again, and for one glorious second he felt the entrance to that promised land slide its way across the tip of his sheath. He felt his hips buck reflexively, but she quickly pulled her own hips up and over with an impish grin.
"Not quite yet, lover boy," she said with a wink as she slid her way down his body. With precise movements of her head, she planted a series of kisses along his chest and stomach. Each of his nipples got a quick flick of her tongue, which was a bit odd since he didn't remember ever seeing Sonic's nipples before. But since each flick sent a delicious shiver down his spine, he wasn't about to start worrying over his memory retention.
Instead, he wondered just where Sally was going. He thought maybe she was just going to keep kissing him all over, which was just fine since each touch of her lips was heaven-sent on angel's wings, but he didn't have long to ponder it.
Utter shock and pleasure filled him with equal measure as Sally's mouth slowly slid its way down the head of his sheath. With one hand softly caressing the base, she began to bob her head up and down ever so slightly. His fingers clawed ineffectually against the ground as she began running the middle finger of her other hand across the middle of his scrotum and her tongue deftly twisted its way around his cock.
Snively had never felt anything like it in his life. As a teen and later young adult, he had never really understood why other guys his age were so hung up on getting head. Later, as what passed for little less than being his uncle's slave, he had performed the act from the other end often enough that he never really wanted to have anything to do with it again.
Sonic's body, however, vehemently disagreed with that outlook and continued to pump signals of the purest pleasurable sensations directly into his brain. The warmth, the touch, even the occasional scrape of a tooth across sensitive skin . . . now he could see what all the fuss was about.
Just as he felt like he was about to erupt, however, Sally lifted her head and licked her lips. "Wow," she said slyly, "I've never seen you get quite so worked up about that before."
Snively fought hard to catch his breath. If anything could kick the wind out of a body used to running several hundred kilometers per hour, that was it. "I-i-it's just . . . somethin' 'bout the . . . air here . . . I guess," he finally managed.
Sally snaked her way back up and then rolled him on top of her. "Okay, lover boy," she said as she kissed him on the nose. "Your turn . . . "
Confusion ran rampant through Snively's mind, and he struggled not to let it show on his face. He bought some time by repeating Sally's body kisses on her, slowly working his way down. It was while he was twirling his tongue around one of Sally's stiffened nipples that he realized that wasn't the only thing he was going to be copying . . .

"Why in the hell do they even bother with these damn things?" Sonic muttered as he stared down at himself. He had easily gotten the pants open only to find yet another layer of cloth underneath. While this was also an easily surmounted challenge, it was just plain perplexing for someone who spent most of their time running around in nothing but shoes, gloves, and the occasional backpack.
He pushed the front of the underwear down, letting Snively's - now his - dick flop out and lay across a tuft of greyish hair. It was flaccid and small, but gradually stiffened up more and more as Sonic looked back at Sally and Snively.
"Okay, let's get this party started!" he said, letting go of the underwear strap.
He didn't realize his mistake until the elastic thwacked the end of his dick with a sharp snap! A short yelp of pain escaped his lips and he bit down to keep it from becoming a full-throated scream. Strangely enough, he felt himself getting even harder in response.
"Snivvy, you are one sick fuck," Sonic seethed through his teeth, "but look who's talkin' . . . "
With a great deal more care this time, Sonic pushed both pants and underwear down off his hips completely with both hands. His shirt fell across his lap, but he found an easy answer for that by leaning back a little farther and pushing it up over his belly. Slouched down like that, he found he could see the screen better anyway.
While his prick had gotten pretty hard by that point, he decided to go ahead and get it the rest of the way with a more hands-on approach. He wrapped one cold, clammy hand around his member and began to slowly pump it up and down. At first, the cold flesh against his dick was a shock, since he always wore gloves, but he found he rather liked it. Soon he was to full rigidity and hitting a nice stride with his strokes. While Snively's dick rode a little different than his own, he could still hit most of the same sweet spots, and even found a couple different ones.
He picked up the pace as he watched Snively winding his way down south on Sally. "Yah, you better . . . treat her right, boy," he said between strokes. "I gotta . . . reputation . . . to uphold!"

Snively looked at Sally's glistening pussy with a growing feeling of dread.
No, not really dread. Something more specific . . .
Stage fright, he thought. That's it. I'm getting stage fright.
Staring at the two soft mounds slightly parted to show the opening beyond, Snively was also feeling much like what he imagined Sonic must've been feeling staring at the computers in the control tower. Unfortunately for the human trapped in a Mobian, however, there weren't even any unhelpfully worded labels on anything down there in the alley.
Not sure of exactly what to do but certain that he had to do something, Snively decided to do one of the things he did best . . . let his nose be his guide.
While his long, abnormally pointy human nose might have been a better tool for the job, apparently Sonic's stubbier nose worked just fine. As soon as his muzzle was buried in Sally's pussy, she began to moan softly. Realizing he'd made a good first step at least, he began to root around a little bit, taking in her strong scent and pursing his lips here and there. After a few moments, Sonic's body once again overrode him and he stuck out his tongue without quite realizing it.
She tasted . . . not really salty and not really tangy and not really sweet, but all of those, and more, and less. It was almost indefinable overall. He had heard before that women tasted like fish, and he could certainly sense a strong hint of that . . . but in the end it was something he really couldn't compare precisely to anything else.
Snapping out of his stunned observations, he suddenly realized that Sally was beginning to squirm a little, and he guessed that she must be wondering why he was just sitting there. Quickly he began to dart his tongue in and out, rubbing it along and across her pussy, which seemed to placate her. Her head lolled loosely as she rubbed her hand across her belly and gently circled a nipple with her finger.
After taking a few minutes to explore up and down Sally's womanhood with his mouth, fascinated by the different responses he was getting, Snively decided to actively let Sonic's body take over. It obviously knew what it was doing better than he, and he was ready to just sit back and enjoy giving Sally her ride. Almost immediately his head moved up slightly and he found his licks centered around a spot where the inner lips of her pussy met. He felt his tongue rub across a small semi-hard knob and heard Sally's moans become slightly louder in response.
Even though he wandered a bit from time to time after that, he concentrated on that one sweet spot for the most part. Sally's chest heaved as he continued to lavish his attention on her, and her hands moved over her body more frantically by the second. Several times, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed, groaning in pleasure each time.
Then, without warning, he felt her grab onto both sides of his head and push his face further into her warmth. Her legs slowly rose up into the air and her breaths came faster and faster.
Then, with one final jerk of her hips, she orgasmed, sending wave after wave of heat across Snively's face.
She kept her hold on his head, keeping him trapped between her legs. He slid his tongue across her clit a few more times, causing her to spasm slightly each time, until she finally let him go. He wiped most of the juices from his lips and chin with the back of his hand, then hauled himself up to lay beside her and pet her soft belly.
"Quite the gentleman," she said dreamily.
"Well, uh, you know me," Snively said with a shrug. "Always about the damsel in distress."
Sally giggled and dragged him on top of her.
"Your turn," she said, then grabbed his hips and pulled him inside.

"Guh," Sonic grunted as he grabbed his balls with his free hand and started fondling them.
Though he was, of course, a man of action and preferred to be in the mix himself, he was beginning to take a shine to Snively's voyeuristic tendencies. Though he was certain that Snively, at least, had to know he was watching, he also knew that Sally did not. But if she happened to look up at just the right spot and see the spy eye . . .
Just thinking about it sent a shiver down Sonic's spine and he began to pump his fist a little faster. He and Sally had come out to Robotropolis to have sex with the chance of getting caught, but this . . . being a voyeur was being the one to catch someone else and having the chance of being caught one's self.
As a small bit of pre-cum peeked out and slowly trickled down one side of his cock, Sonic contemplated talking to Sally about going around Knothole one night and playing peek-a-boo with some of the other amorous residents while having their own fun on the side . . . or maybe just inviting someone else over to fuck Sally while he watched. If nobody else, he was sure that Antoine, at least, would jump at the chance. And while he wasn't 100% certain, he was fairly sure that she and Bunnie had fooled around a little once or twice.
Sonic grunted again at the thought of watching Sally and Bunnie fuck each others brains out. He was going to come, and soon. He just hoped he could hold out until the other him on the screen did the same . . .

This was it. He was fully inside of her now, feeling every inch of her warm, wet pussy pulsating all around his steel-hard cock. It was a bit looser than he was expecting, but that just seemed to add an extra dimension of deliciousness to the moment. Barely aware of what he was doing, barely noticing anything outside that wet, sticky cavern enfolding him, caressing him, he began to rock back and forth, sliding in and out, in and out.
Sally was moaning again, and he found himself grunting in time with her. He gradually began to pick up the pace, fucking her harder, deeper, and faster. The world around him seemed to blur and grey out, becoming indistinct as all of his worries, all of his cares melted away. They weren't in a stinking alleyway in Robotropolis anymore. They were in a world all their own, filled with light and pleasure and joy.
A small damper came in the form of Sally's hand on his shoulder and the sound of her voice telling him to slow down just a bit.
"Take it easy, lover boy," she said gently. "Remember what we talked about . . . "
Snively felt a small pit of anger start to form in his stomach, but it was cut short as he felt Sally flex the inner walls of her pussy around his sheath. His whole body shuddered as he closed his eyes and soaked the sensation in fully. Finally, he nodded and apologized.
When they started again, Snively made sure to keep himself to a far more reasonable pace, keeping tight control on Sonic's super speed. Even with this little restriction, it felt just as wonderful as it did before. He felt his seed welling up within him and then Sally, amazingly, came a second time. Her little gasp of delight and the mild contraction around his cock was the last little push Snively needed.
He spent himself, pushing it hard into her, then pulling back and slamming it into her again. Thick, milky rivulets of his cum flowed through her and out of her as he pumped into her one last time.
Snively pulled out and flopped on the ground next to Sally. He felt that if he were to die right that moment, it would be as the happiest Mobian in the world.

Sonic watched, his eyes as wide as they could possibly open, as Snively pounded again and again into Sally. His hand hammered up and down furiously along the shaft of his dick and he was stretching, straining, yearning for that eruption that made it all worthwhile.
And then, he felt it. Just as Sally and Snively both cried out as one in that ultimate shining moment of coitus, Sonic's seed burst out and flew through the air, landing in a huge, sticky gob across one of the console keyboards. Another jerk of the hips, and a second spray flung itself across Sonic's leg, hot and gooey.
As a third ejaculation prepared to fling even more sperm through the air, Sonic raised up a fist in a massive spasm of pleasure and slammed it down firmly on the console before him.

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"-dreaming or was that, like, the best sex ever?"
Sonic blinked, unsure for a moment whether Sally was actually talking to him or not. The confusion quickly passed, however, as he realized that he was, in fact, actually hearing her voice instead of having to listen to it through a speaker.
"Well, I can tell ya this," he said with a grin. "If it was a dream, then it sure beats the hell out of any reality I know of. Whaddaya say we scram?"
Sally leaned over and kissed him long and hard before answering. "Sure thing. And hey," she added as they stood up and brushed themselves off, "if you're up for it, I've got a few ideas for next week . . . "
Sonic grinned devilishly. "If they're anything like what happened tonight," he said, "count me very much the fuck in."
Then, with a sonic boom and a blue blur of speed, the alley was empty.

Snively stared at the computer console in shock for a few moments and tried to catch his breath. One moment he was basking in the afterglow, and the next he was coming again like there was no tomorrow. He looked down at his hand, which was covered in sticky white that was slowly turning clear and running in watery trails down his wrist and into the sleeve of his shirt. The console had two similar streams running down its front, his pants were down around his ankles, and his dick and balls felt a little sore.
"Just what in the hell was he doing in here?!" he asked himself, flabbergasted.
"I was just about to ask the same thing of you, Snively . . . "
The deep, gravelly voice coming from behind him made Snively jump two feet in the air above his seat. He quickly tried to cover himself and twisted half-way around to see Dr. Robotnik towering over him with a look of confusion on his face.
"I . . . I can explain, sir!" Snively squeeked, wondering himself just what the hell that explanation was going to be. He was pretty sure that he was going to be hearing it for the first time along with Robotnik as it babbled out of his mouth like a torrent.
"Er, no, Snively," Robotnik said to his nephew's surprise. "I don't think that's necessary. Even I can see that you've been cooped up in here a bit too long. What's say I give you the rest of the day off so you can . . . get collected and divest yourself of any other . . . unusual urges that you might get while I'm still in the building. Can you handle that, Snively?"
"Oh, oh, yes, sir," Snively sniveled, barely believing his good fortune. He gathered up his pants and scampered out of the room as fast as he could.

Robotnik looked down at the streaked console and sighed. With a quick flick of his belt commlink, he ordered a SWATbot to come in and clean up the mess. He then lumbered over to his own seat and hefted himself in with a heavy grunt.
"Really," he said as he booted up his computer for the day, "I'm beginning to worry more and more about that boy. He's definitely got issues."
END
Roland 'Jim' Lowery

esn1g(at)yahoo(dot)com
June 18, 2006
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