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- 1-The Big One
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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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"I'm the biggest one

I've got no one to blame but my fat self"

-The Biggest One by They Might Be Giants

The Big One

by Roland 'Jim' Lowery
The soft, constant thrum of machinery in the background was suddenly marred by the insistent beeping of a perimeter alarm. Snively bent his long nose low over the control panel and accessed the feed. The alarm clicked off mid-beep, replaced by a slight sniff of disdain.
"Spy orbs 7 and 8G report a sighting of the princess, Dr. Robotnik," he said, turning slightly to face the rotund tyrant. "Shall I put her on visual, sir?"
Robotnik's teeth gleamed wetly in the dim lighting as his face broke in a wide grin of delight. "By all means, Snively," he said. "Please, do."
The three large viewing screens lit up, filled with the image of Princess Sally Acorn. She was striding forward through the streets of Robotropolis, a look of pure determination solidifying her features. While there was a slight chance that she did not know that she had been spotted, it seemed more likely from her mien that she simply didn't care. She was taking no precautions whatsoever, not bothering to step into the plentiful shadows or still the rhythmic tromping of her boots. One might almost wonder if she intended to get caught by the robotic forces that filled the rotten city.
But the two humans up in the control tower knew that was not quite the case. No, Sally was so daring purely because she was not only expected, she had been invited.
On Robotnik's order, Snively guided spy orb 7G down to street level and had it cautiously approach the princess. Expected though she was, there was no reason in allowing her the chance to cause any destruction of the doctor's valuable property. The orb stopped well out of arm's reach and hovered before the young Mobian, who had stopped walking upon sighting the device. She crossed her arms and glared at the optical receptor.
"If we're going to do this outside in the cold, Robotnik, I would prefer if you at least had the guts to do so face to face," she snarled.
With a flick of his thumb, Robotnik opened a commlink with the orb. "On the contrary, my dear," he cooed into the receiver, "please do come in. I promise you safe passage into this humble sanctuary."
"Right," came the angry reply. "Except your promises aren't worth the garbage they're spewed out on."
"Oh, you wound me, dear girl!" Robotnik mocked. "Truly," he said in a more serious tone, "you are most graciously invited to visit us in the flesh. If there were anything I wanted to do to you before you arrived, I would already be doing it, and you know as well as I that there would be nothing you could do about it under the current circumstances."
Sally glared at the spy orb but returned to her swift pace all the same. "We'll just see about that, Robotnik," she said.
"Yes, I believe we shall," Robotnik replied. "You do know the way up, don't you, my dear? I do mean the proper way up, of course . . . there's no need to travel the duct work this time, you know."
Despite the distance between the two of them, Snively still did not have time to maneuver the orb far enough away from Sally as she flung a rock in its direction. The diminutive human groaned inwardly at the crack now running down the orb's primary lens, knowing full well that he was going to have to hand-repair it himself in spite of Robotnik's good mood.

Sally's hard look took on a deeper shade of suspiciousness as she stepped into the control room of Robotnik's tower. Her eyes darted around, wary for any trick or trap on his part. Though none seemed immediately forthcoming, she continued to look sharply around as she walked up to the giant chair fit around the not so good doctor's bulk. As she stopped a few yard away from him, her hand settled lightly over a device strapped to her hip.
"Oh, there's no need for weapons, dear girl." Robotnik's deep voice rolled over her like waves of oil. "I assure you, you're among friends. Or at the very least . . . business associates."
"I'll be the judge of whether weapons are needed or not," said Sally. Her hand closed a little tighter on the device.
Robotnik shrugged. "As you wish. But in the interest of fair play, as Snively and I are currently unarmed, I must ask . . . what exactly is that delightful contraption you are wearing?"
The princess shifted uneasily from one foot to the other before answering. "An EMP bomb," she said. "Powerful enough to short out every circuit within two hundred meters. Including cybernetic systems," she added with a meaningful glance at Robotnik's metal parts. "And it's outfitted with a deadman's switch, so I don't suggest trying anything funny."
"I wouldn't dream of doing anything of the kind, my dear! Er, Snively-"
"Already working on it, sir," Snively said as he tapped away at his station. "Scans are not entirely conclusive, but there is still an extremely high chance that she's telling the truth. The energy signature match is approximately 78% positive for an EMP device of some kind."
Robotnik turned back to the princess with a mild look of surprise and approval. "Well well well," he chortled. "And here I thought you Freedom Fighters were distinctly technologically disadvantaged out there in your treehouses and pillow forts. Where did you come across such a dandy machine?"
"We managed to pick up enough scraps here and there in your city," Sally said shortly. "We'd hoped to use it for an offensive strike, but unfortunately . . . " She shook her head angrily and sneered at Robotnik. "So, are we going to do business, or are we going to trade pleasantries all day?"
Robotnik threw on a brief look of mock sorrow and said, "Oh, but I was so hoping we could have tea and crackers first. But straight to the heart of the matter we shall go. You know what I have, and I know how much you want it. The question is . . . what shall I get in return?"
"What do you want?" asked Sally.
Robotnik's grin, which had already been insufferable, began to take on new heights. The reds of his eyes burned with a horrid delight as he leaned forward and steepled his hands in front of him. "Oooooh," he crooned, "ooooooh, my dear. There are so few things of yours that I do not want. And I have no doubt I could have them as well if I desired. What oh what should I ask for? What do I most covet? The location of Knothole? For you to bring all your little friends down for roboticizing? Your personal unconditional surrender? Ah . . . but that last reveals the true heart of the power I have over you.
"Yesssss," he hissed with the sound of air brakes pulling heavy machinery to a halt. "For you see," he continued, "though I could almost - almost - put your pathetic rebellion to a timely end for just the single concession you would ask of me, I feel that it would be much more fitting to do something far more personal. Something not just damaging but . . . humiliating."
"Is it having to stand here and listen to this nonsense?" Sally asked, rolling her eyes. "Because I swear, if I have to stand through more than five minutes of this, I'm going to call our deal done and head out with-"
"Fine!" Broken for only a second, Robotnik's posture of superiority and evil glee easily settled back into place. "My terms, then. Why don't we start with something especially tasty and degrading and work our way down from there? Let's say . . . "
A heavy pause filled the air. The doctor leaned forward heavily in his chair and slowly, languorously took in Sally's body from head to toe, his greasy leer radiating its own sort of heat between him and her.
"You," he said thickly.
"Done."
Robotnik's poise broke again, but was not so easily built back up this time. The suddenness of the response caused him to freeze in a look of complete bewilderment. "I . . . I beg pardon?" he stuttered.
"You want sex?" Sally said impatiently. "Fine, let's just get it over with so I can get out of here. You don't? Then stop jerking my chain around and get to the fucking point."
It was as if all the gears had come loose in Robotnik's head. He settled back into his chair and worked furiously to get all the pieces put back together. Had the princess really said what he had thought she said? He knew that she was ready to go to nearly any length in this endeavor, but still . . . ?
It had to be a trick. It had to be. But if it was, Robotnik simply couldn't see the angle. She had the bomb, of course, but if she had been going to use it to conclude their business by force, she would have done so already. Due to her obviously low priority on clothing quantity, it was easy to tell at a glance that she didn't have any other weapons, at least not ones of any real threat to himself, Snively, or the robots on guard outside the door. What if she . . . ? Could she . . . ? Would she . . . ?
And to his even greater surprise, Robotnik actually found himself contemplating the idea. It had indeed been a long while since he had been with a woman - human, Mobian, or otherwise - and he didn't exactly find the princess all that unattractive. Perhaps a bit overdone in the body hair category, but she had all the right curves in all the right places. And with the size difference between them . . . well, even with his bulk, there were some tight spaces that the doctor would be happy to get stuck in.
A cold grin slowly spread its way across Robotnik's face.
"Snively," he said darkly, "leave us."
His assistant did a quick double take. "Sir?!" He looked back and forth between Sally and his uncle. "You can't possibly be-"
"I said, 'leave us'," Robotnik repeated quietly. "We have just struck a bargain, and I wish to see it honored. Immediately. And I do not," he breathed heavily as he lifted himself from his chair, "require an audience."
With a look that clearly spoke the opinion that his uncle had obviously gone completely deranged, Snively stepped away from his console and walked out the door, shaking his head slowly.

Alone with the princess, Robotnik stepped down from his chair and slowly advanced upon her.
"You are sure this is what you want, my dear?" he asked as he began to remove the glove from his organic hand.
"Are you going to honor your side of our agreement afterwards?" she asked coldly.
Robotnik chuckled. "Dear girl, after this," he said, "there would be nothing in the world I would want to do more."
"Fine," Sally said with a nod. "So, where are we going to do this? On the floor, like animals?" She curled her lip in disgust.
As he started shrugging off his cape, Robotnik smiled almost benignly at her and said, "Why, I do believe the lady doth protest too much. I had thought that you enjoyed such things . . . from the stories I've heard, at least." Sally merely glared back at him as he pressed a small panel on his robotic wrist. "Do not fret, dear girl," he said. "You'll find that I am prepared for virtually any eventuality."
In response to his radio signal, a panel of the floor off to the side of the room slid open and a small bed rose up from within. If Sally was surprised at this strange happenstance, she didn't allow it to register on her face. Once the bed was locked into place, she walked over and sat down on the edge, careful to keep her hand on the EMP.
"Lovely sort of convenience, don't you think?" Robotnik asked, toeing his boots off and tossing them to the side. "Besides the occasional nap it affords when I cannot leave the control room due to you and your pesky cohorts, it also allows me to easily entertain the rare carnal delight . . . "
"You mean Snively?"
This time it was Robotnik's turn to stare stonily. But with a quick shrug - which helped free his enormous, flabby gut from the confines of his jumpsuit - he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. He pushed the suit further down, slipping it off his short, stubby legs, leaving him clad in only a pair of plain black boxers.
"Why, princess, are you not going to disrobe as well?" he asked.
"Everything you need access to is already in plain view, Robotnik," she replied. "Are we going to fuck, or are we going to talk?"
Robotnik's body shuddered slightly at the rebuke, his fat rippling like gelatin. "My word, princess," he said, "this is a side of you I've never seen before. I find it rather fetching." With only a small amount of struggle, he had his boxers down around his ankles and shuffled off to the pile with the rest of his clothing. His dick, barely visible under the flap of his belly, was already rigid, standing at attention as well as it could. Though it was smallish for a human, he knew it was quite sizeable for a Mobian, so he felt a small pang of disappointment when he saw that Sally's expression was one of boredom and unveiled contempt.
But still he felt a dark joy deep within. She could be unimpressed all she wanted . . . he was still going to ram it to her.
And there was certainly no time like the present. He waddled over to the bed and leaned over her, throwing his shadow across her and the bed with his intimidating bulk. But before he could reach out for her, he heard a soft click.
"Is that truly necessary?" he asked disdainfully, looking down at the thumb pressed down firmly on the EMP's deadman's switch.
"Just make this worth my while," Sally returned, "or you're going to find it very hard to rule this planet without your eyes and ears."
"Oh, of course, my dear," he said, reaching out to caress her furry cheek with his fleshy hand. "Of course."
With a speed that belied his massive bulk, Robotnik pulled his hand back from her cheek and slapped it hard across her face, putting her flat back across the bed. Her eyes flashed with anger as she reached up to rub her stinging cheek with her free hand, and it looked as if she were preparing to let the switch fly already.
Robotnik stopped her by quickly shaking his finger at her. "Tut, tut, my dear," he said hastily. "Just a little foreplay. Before we're through, I'm sure it's not the only part of you that will be sore."
Somewhat mollified, the princess settled back onto the bed. With deliberate slowness, she spread her legs apart and awaited the inevitable.
Robotnik stood still for a few moments, drinking in the sight before him. Between two lines of brown fur and tannish skin, he could just see the pink opening of Sally's pussy beyond. With a sudden bout of sexual hunger that surprised even him, he then launched himself forward and pressed down on the girl's prostrate form. He felt her legs widen even further as he settled down on her and his massive waist started pressing them apart. It was probably causing her some discomfort, but he felt little to no care at all as he sought a singular goal . . . to bury that sausage.
When he finally zeroed in on his target, he could instantly feel that her cunt was completely dry. Apparently, he wasn't quite her cup of tea, but that wasn't going to stop him. He pushed, managed only a quarter of an inch, then pulled back out. In again, not much better. And again. And again.
Gradually, he felt himself working inward bit by bit as the feeling of rough sandpaper was replaced by a growing liquid warmth. Though she may not be mentally attracted to him, the simple physical pressure was getting the juices flowing just as well. Finally, with one mighty heave, he was fully inside her.
The promised tightness of that small Mobian hole did not disappoint in the slightest. With his cock buried to the hilt within Sally, Robotnik would swear he could feel her very heartbeat as the blood pulsed through her vaginal walls. Her muscles contracted again and again along the length of his meat, trying desperately to eject the intruder before one of them tore. The doctor had no intentions of such a turnaround happening, however. He slowly glided partway out of Sally, then forcefully pressed his way back in.
As he continued to pump in and out of Sally's pussy, Robotnik could feel her small tits trapped just underneath his own massive man-breasts. They moved up and down in beautiful rhythm with his own frenzied thrusts and, he found to his delight, felt extremely nice against his bare skin. The Mobian pelt, it seemed, was actually quite fine and silky. It was very much like fucking a very expensive pillow.
Robotnik's ruminations were suddenly interrupted by a sharp jab in his side. Perturbed, he pushed himself up with a grunt. "What?!" he asked testily.
Sally, now covered entirely in sweat that was most likely more his than hers, fixed him with a look that went beyond fury. "Would you mind," she screeched, "being a little more careful, you fat asshole?!"
Robotnik frowned. "You'll have to pardon me, princess, but I was under the impression that this little exercise was more for my benefit than for yo-"
"You were pushing my thumb off the trigger!"
He looked down and saw immediately that she was telling the truth. He shifted a little bit to the side, then looked back at her with a sheepish grin. "My apologies, dear girl," he said, truly abashed and somewhat horrified at what he'd almost allowed to happen. "Won't happen again."
"If it does, it'll be the last thing you do cause to happen," she warned. "Now be a man and do a damn push-up for once in your life. You're not the only one here that needs to breathe!"
Instead of responding, Robotnik pulled out of Sally, then rammed into her again as hard as he could. She let out a small yelp of pain followed by a soft moan as the doctor resumed fucking her. Now that he was up and somewhat off of her, Robotnik found this to be a new little thrill. Sally continued to make small noises as he pounded in and out. Many of them were soft cries of agony as he stretched her snatch to its limit, but there was the occasional sigh that sounded like - dare he imagine it? - pleasure.
In fact, it seemed that the latter was rapidly beginning to displace the former more and more. As Robotnik felt the pressure building up into a tight wad in his own crotch, it seemed that the princess was starting to feel the same. He marveled at this even as he became mesmerized by the sight of her tiny boobs bouncing back and forth.
Just as he was approaching his climax, he felt her push lightly on the middle of his belly. Perplexed, he leaned back a little, then he heard her softly speaking between heaving breaths.
"Switch," she grunted. "Switch . . . switch . . . "
At first he thought she was warning him about the bomb again, but after a few seconds he got the idea that she just wanted him to pull out of her. He felt a momentary flash of anger, but then acquiesced, his curiosity overriding his maliciousness. His cock slid out with a wet pop and he stood back to see what she was going to do.
Sally took a moment to wipe ineffectually at the sweat that now entirely drenched her fur, then turned on the bed so that she was on her hands and knees. She then leaned her body down a little bit and spread her legs, presenting herself to Robotnik. Now understanding, the doctor quickly took Sally up on the offer and clambered up behind her on the bed. He grabbed her hips and slipped his dick back into her wet, glistening cunt.
Her ass rippled as he pounded into her. He could feel the knot of his orgasm building again, helped along by the occasional brush of her fingers as she furiously rubbed at her own clit. Their grunts filled the massive room, bouncing off the high ceiling with the faint trace of an echo.
As with her breasts before, Robotnik became engrossed in every little jiggle of her hindquarters under the dark tan fur. Soon, though, his eye was caught by the stiff tail above the cheeks, a tail covered with a wild tuft of fur but still seeming small and vulnerable. He simply could not resist the temptation . . . not that he'd ever bothered much with practicing restraint before. He lifted one hand from the curve of her straining hip, reached out, grabbed hold of the princess' erect tail, and gave it a sharp pull towards himself.
The sudden cry of surprise and pain filled Robotnik's metal ears like music. Gripping her tail like the pommel of a saddle, he rode her harder and faster, feeling the eruption inside him well with each small shriek of pleasure and pain combined. Those sounds of lustful hurt carried him over and he began to cum rapidly, pouring into Sally with each thrust. Gradually, the slap of fat hips against narrow butt faded, replaced by the sound of Sally screaming softly into the mattress, riding down her own trail of ecstasy.
Her thumb stayed rock steady on the EMP's trigger the whole time.

A quick sonic shower later, Snively led the way as he, Robotnik, and Sally descended into the control tower's prison block. After only a few minutes of dark, deserted corridors, they stood before their destination.
Seated in one corner of the dank cell, looking grim but determined and undefeated, was Sonic T. Hedgehog, self-proclaimed Fastest Thing Alive and - since the incident of the previous morning - prisoner of Dr. Ivo Robotnik. His head quickly snapped up when he saw the three figures outside the bars.
"Aw, Sal?" he said plaintively. "They got you, too?"
Robotnik, grinning ear to ear, spoke before the princess could even open her mouth. "Sadly, no, rodent," he said. "Instead, she has bartered for your pitiful life. I have agreed that you shall be free, and as I am a man of my word, free you shall be. Snively."
With a barely concealed glance of loathing thrown over his shoulder, Snively opened the lock on the cell and swung out the door. He was roughly pushed aside as a blur of blue blasted through the opening and circled around to Sally's side.
"Alright, Sal, let's get the heck outta here!" the hedgehog yelled as he stood between her and the two humans.
Sally gently pushed him aside. "Just one second, Sonic," she said. "I have a little more business to settle here." She turned to Robotnik. "Both of you, inside."
Though Snively and Sonic both looked absolutely shocked, Robotnik simply let a dark smile cross his face.
"Sal, they ain't gonna-" Sonic trailed off when he saw the device on Sally's hip. "Ooooooh, good one, Sal! Yah, 'Buttnik! You and Snidely can cool your own heels for a while! See how you like it!"
The two humans slowly put up their hands as they backed into the prison cell. Robotnik's smile was still glued in place.
"Oh, dear girl," he said grindingly. "You may have won your worthless hides, but there were other victories taken today. Sonic, wouldn't it interest you to know that your girlfri-"
Sally violently slammed the cell door, drowning out the doctor's words in a resounding clang. After making sure the door was truly locked, she tore the EMP from its belt, then tossed it through the bars. The deadman's switch clicked out as the device seemed to float through the air in slow motion. Snively and Robotnik both jerked back in terrified surprise, each letting out a brief bleat of pure horror . . .
The bomb hit the floor, bounced once, and came to a rest on its side.
Sally's evil little grin shone brightly at Robotnik. "Guess what else was fake, Ro-butt-nik," she said nastily, and then she and Sonic were gone in a burst of super-speed.

Despite himself, Snively crouched down by the "bomb", popped open the casing, and immediately began to sort through the insides. "Amazing!" he said after a few moments. "Absolutely amazing! Sir, these components aren't quite as sophisticated as those of a proper EMP, but only just! They're set up to give off just the right energy signatu-"
Suddenly aware of their situation again, Snively trailed off and slowly turned to look up at his uncle. Pure fury etched every inch of Robotnik's features, causing his entire body to quake as his face turned beat red. He was glaring hatefully at the exit the two Mobians had taken.
"Er . . . uh, sir? I-"
Robotnik cut him off with a horrible bellow of rage.
"I . . . hate . . . that . . . PRINCEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS!!!"
END
Roland 'Jim' Lowery

esn1g(at)yahoo(dot)com
March 29, 2008
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