You were born from the valiant, noble, great city of
You grew up in royalty. All your friends, the sons and daughters of monarchs
and aristocrats. War heros and geniuses.
You played at home with these companions of yours while your friends' parents
and your's go off to fight wars and have orgies.
You walked among some of the greatest citizens and best prostitutes when you
went with your best friend into town to buy a chilly dog.
One day, you awake to the town sirens. Your noble city being overrun with
darkness. Metal warriors upon floating stallions of kevlar slaughtering those
who you've looked upon every day as friends and family. Those you cherished
were extinguished right in front of your eyes as beams of light from the metal
warriors' silver lances cut through them like dazzling arrows.
You went with your father's royal escorts through town in a carriage as the
destruction rained down in the city. You held all of its beauty so deep inside
for so long, you felt as though your chest was being pushed through from the
inside. Tears started to pour down your face. The horror of the moment gripped
you as if it were a creature of its own. And then, as you looked up at the
destruction, at the burning buildings and torn up streets that you could once
call safe and at the good, honest sinners who you've seen everyday, as the
light from the fire reflects off of the tears spilling out over your eyelids
you realize...
How beautiful it all is.
You stopped crying and wiped your eyes. You lifted the carriage window and
stood up on the seat. You watched in utter admiration as the metal warriors
swept the city of all the filth you could not really see before.
Mr. Wallace the pig, the friendly store keeper, now being disemboweled from the
light of the warriors was only a week ago paying a very dedicated prostitute
for good services.
Mrs. Fortinbras the mouse had swallowed the semen of two other partners just
that previous night but was now being led away at lance point to her doom
Mr. Flavius the dog who worked as a cafeteria attendant was now running out of
his burning house wearing women's underwear followed by a male cat wearing
nothing but a loin cloth that had caught fire.
You were pulled down by an escort named Garret who was known for frequent
attendance at the great orgies that were held at one of the locations for finer
dining. He looked at your innocent smile in disbelief as if you were doing
something horrible. Garret was hit in the heart by crossfire with that look of
disbelief painted on his face. Had you been ten years older you and Garret
probably would have been fucking in secret.
Laser wounds don't bleed.
Before a creature knows of lust they know of love. You never felt that you
understood the concept of love even though they wrote of it so freely in
storybooks that your father would read to you. You told your father you loved
him, but then you told your father a lot of things to keep him happy.
The carriage came to a sudden crashing stop. Splinters of wood whirl pooled
through the interior of the carriage. As you shielded your eyes the escorts
carried you out into the heat of the burning streets. As the escort dropped
from a beam of light hitting him in the head you fell.
You could hear the last escort's screams as you lay curled up on the ground
shielding yourself from the debris of the landscape exploding all around you.
You lift your head from your hands to witness your true love for the first
time. I rode atop my floating craft surrounded by warriors looking down on you
looking up at me. Who could tell then that it would all play out like it did.
You had new escorts now. The heroes made of steel walked you safely through the
destruction. I lead our little parade knowing of the look of admiration you
shot at my back as my cape waved long from my craft.
By the time we arrived in the center of town my warriors had already turned
your father's glorious castle into our new fortress. It would later be built
into the gorgeous construct that it is now. You were shown to the cell where
all the other children were kept. You found many of your friends. There were
many friends you didn't find.
Sonic the hedgehog. Rotor the walrus. Bunny the rabbit. Baby Miles the fox.
Antoine the dog or whatever. You would meet several others through your life
but for now these were the only friends you had left. They all cried in spite
of the true greatness of the situation. You concluded that the good nature of
the event was lost on them. You hated to see your friends crying though.
For days and nights you sat in that cell with the screams and whales echoing
off the walls and into your ears and eventually you began to cry too. You kept
crying. When I came to bring you and the rest out of the cell you were crying.
When we walked through the hallway you were crying. When we stepped into the
war room you were crying. When you saw the large tube like machine you knew no
name for you were crying. When your father and his cohorts were brought in with
their wrists bound and their legs tied together you were crying. When he was
put in the machine in spite of his struggle you were crying. When I pressed the
button you were crying.
When he emerged you stopped crying.
A living breathing statue. A robot.
It was a miracle. All that confused emotion washed away with one single push of
a button. You wanted to run to his side and hug him. Congratulate him. You hid
your smile from your crying friends. You never wanted to lose their respect.
Your eyes crossed with Sonic's uncle Chuck's. Even though he didn't look it,
you knew he felt the same way. He would regard the machine as evil, when he was
the true inventor all along. Although he acted as though he hated it, you were
right about him. He saw the same perfection in it that you did. Why else would
he invent it?
You watched with amazement as every adult was turned to a beautiful robot. They
all could now know perfection. Bones, flesh, fur. Levers, pulleys, armor.
Sonic was crippled with desperation. He was on his knees with his head to the
ground. He quivered with intensity. A puddle of tears gathered on the floor.
His face looked as if his ears were going to ooze blood and it would come
squirting out of his tear ducts.
The children were next.
It was about this time the hedgehog started to scream.
You had only recently met Bunny. Her parents were big time tycoons from the
southern, more industrial part of mid Mobius. She made a good friend and,
although Sonic was a lot mor fun to be with, you could relate to her a lot
better. She was the first true friend you ever had who wasn't a boy. Now she
was next in line, you right behind her. You told her it would be okay. That it
was a good thing. That the machine would make her better. More efficient. She
would be happier. She would be complete. She would be perfect.
All she could say back to you was no.
All she could say when they grabbed her was no.
All she could say when they took her to the machine was no.
All she could say when I pressed the button was no.
All she could say when the process began. Foot to head. Was no. She and Sonic
screamed it in unison. "NO!!!"
You tried to keep Sonic back. You tried to let a good thing happen to a good
friend. You wanted your turn. He didn't care. Some friend he was.
You always knew Sonic was unnaturally fast but he ran faster than you ever saw
him run. He rolled into the machine and shattered the glass. You and I both
watched in horror as he dispatched my warriors. As sparks flew and oil spilled
like blood you began to cry again.
Sonic delivered you and the rest of your friends from me that day. I can only
imagine how hard it was for you to choose between my legacy and your friends
but I think you chose well.
Knothole Village: Home of the Freedom Fighters.
As time went on and my empire grew, you aged. Your mind conformed to the common
opinion that I was an evil and vile corrupter. Some wanted to end my reign.
Some started masturbating. Some wanted to destroy me. Some developed breasts.
Some wanted to torture me. Some started their period for the first time. Some
wanted to crush my head. Some started showing interest in other animals of the
opposite sex. It seems that when we come of age all we think of is sex and
violence. Creating life and destroying it. Starting it and ending it. Making
babies and killing old men.
You started to notice the change in your friends and yourself. Their bodies
became more developed and full, more distinguishable from each other.
The change could be noticed easiest in Bunny. Her breasts had grown to be very
large, with hips to match. In spite of her metal lower torso and arm, she was
very beautiful. Chuck had built the roboticizer to allow physical growth in
robots made from children. I'm not sure he had such beauty in mind though.
You would always hear other survivors talk dirty about Bunny. They would make
fun of her physical appearance, be it her metallic parts or her curvy, large
breasted body. They would imitate her southern accent since there were very few
villagers from outside Mobotropolis.
Every time someone talked ill of Bunny something would flash in your mind.
Something familiar. Whatever it was, it left you with the bitter sweet feeling
of hate.
As leader, you were always very busy but not this week. This week Antoine was
in charge of planning the mission. You got to relax for the first time in days.
Weeks. Months. Years.
How long had it been?
You laid on your bed wasting time wondering how long it'd been since you could
waste time. You remembered the first days when everyone was still getting
organized. A bunch of little kids talking about bringing down a genius.
Honestly. Granted you did lead some very good assaults but they were obviously
without merit. In thinking of this you started thinking of Sonic. The simple
thought of Sonic brought arousal immediately. You never knew why. He wasn't all
that attractive. Sure he had some looks about him but not what you would call
beautiful. He acted kind with you, this was appealing, but sometimes he
wouldn't be the nicest of people to others. This should've been a big turn off
but the feeling didn't change. It was unexplainable to you.
Your hand reached down your body.
Undescribable images flashed through your mind. All of them familiar. All of
them of the hedgehog. Blurry, undefinable. You've seen them all before but you
couldn't put the images back together.
The entire world passed around you for the rest of the day. It could never have
been long enough to satisfy all that had been pent up inside you over the
years. This was exactly the kind of vacation you needed. Sit back, relax, and
play with yourself. I guess the irony of this was that you could've easily had
any man in the village including Sonic. They could've done your every whim but
you kept making little excuses for yourself. In all actuality you were just
shy, but you blamed everyone else for how you felt when they looked at you.
There is, of coarse, nothing wrong with this but it did inhibit you from
getting what you wanted, and now you were spending the entire day knuckle deep
in yourself because of it. Needless to say, however, there was something
missing. You still hadn't climaxed even after six hours.
There was something missing.
The images of Sonic flashing in your mind started to fade and become more and
more distant as you lifted your hand back up.
There was something missing.
You got up out of bed to inspect the damage. The bed was completely stripped
except for the sheet you laid on top of which was half way off with the other
sheets laying on the floor from being kicked back. Your hair was messed up from
rolling around and your pillow ended up on the foot of the bed. You were tired.
You were groggy. You were unsatisfied.
There was something missing.
You gave a deep sigh and put on your vest. When you came out your door, you came
out with your head down. It seemed like a day wasted. Completely unfulfilling
and utterly shameful. You heard the hustle and bustle of the village but you
kept your eyes on the ground.
There was something missing.
You looked up at the surrounding forest. You could hear the birds from the
green treetops with rays of the sun peering through. You noticed the sound
dying and you looked around you. Everyone was staring at you. Like you were
from beyond the grave. Like they thought you had died in there, and they were
all too frightened to find out for themselves. What if they had come in. To see
their proud leader demean herself on her bed.
There was something missing.
Your fist clenched. Like clockwork all the villagers broke their stare and went
about their business. The noise began once again and all was well.
Found.
Why is it that in silence we become uncomfortable? Do we need noise? Are our
comfort zones equipped with stereo surround? Even in the natural wonderland
that you called home there was no peace.
You thought about seeing the hedgehog. You even walked down the green dewy path
which lead to the great lake. He would be fishing there. You saw him sitting on
the dock with his makeshift fishing rod. He had the most peaceful look on his
face, accented by the beautiful plush shades of blues and greens from the lake
and the reflection of the trees.
He looked over in your direction.
You froze up. He offered a fond smile you could barely see beyond your brown
hair. You brushed your hair out of your eyes and waved back. You felt dirty.
You lowered your head and walked back down the wet, green path. You felt so out
placed. Something that dirty couldn't live amongst all this surrounding beauty.
You look around you at the towering nature and all of its lush innocence. Then
you looked at your hand. You thought of Sonic.
As you turned off the beaten path to the hill looking over the village you
began to cry. You tried not to think of concepts such as pervert, slut, nymph.
Oh god.
Tears rolled down your eyes making trails on the ground. The log bench looking
over the village was suddenly very inviting. You rushed to the bench and
swiftly sat down and threw you face into your hands.
You hadn't cried this hard since you were a child. Something seemed lost. It
had been a truly long time since you could really be happy. These small
thoughts, these little flashes of deja vu, would blip in your mind. So
familiar. Like a swift dream. But just as a dream, you couldn't hold on to it.
You could hear the steady sound of heavy footprints stepping through the brush.
You didn't care, you kept right on crying. A little sympathy could be nice.
"Sally? What's wrong?"
You looked up to see the concerned face of Bunny. She looked like she was going
to start crying herself, she was so worried. You looked away without saying
anything. The village looked all the prettier over the hill through the tears
that wrapped your eyes. You felt the cold touch of Bunny's robotic hand on your
shoulder.
"Please, tell me."
You looked over at her round face, her lips parted.
Deja Vu again.
You looked down at Bunny's lower torso. You tried to organize your words. Tried
to find a way to tell her without letting too much out. The cold touch of
Bunny's arm could be felt sliding across your back.
Deja Vu. If only you could hold onto it.
"Whatever it is, Sally, I'll understand."
"I know." Your voice faltered. The words sounded like a skip in a
record. You cleared your throat. "It's just... sometimes I wonder if he
ever thinks of me."
"Who?"
"Sonic!"
Bunny recoiled a bit at this. She never heard you express such emotion over
anything. You generally acted stoic and hard most of the time. There were very
few who could unlock the more light hearted side of you. "Are you
attracted to him?" she finally asked.
"In the most perverse way" You stuttered back. The tears building up
again.
"And you want to know if he thinks of you the same way?"
"Yes."
"Do you want him to?"
"I..." You never thought this far before. Would you want him jacking
off to the thought of you? "I don't know."
"Why are you thinking about all of this now?"
"I don't know... I guess I've been feeling a bit cramped. Like I can only
be a leader but a part of me wants to be a lover."
"To make someone happy?"
"Yes."
You felt the tender, soft, sympathetic touch of Bunny's other hand on your own.
You looked up to see her eyes fixated on you. You felt her cold arm pulling you
toward her.
"Me too..."
*You tOld heR it woUld be oKay. That it waS a goOd tHing. That the machinE
wOuld mAke her beTter. More eFficient. She woulD be hAppier. She wOuld be
comPlete. She wouLd be pErfect.*
As the two of you stood up and embraced you finally caught the memory. The
happiness. That one true instance of happiness. You wanted to recreate it. The
cleansing. The fire. You were now one step closer to finding it again. With
every stroke of Bunny's cold hand down your back you gained more and more of
the memory.
You found yourself moving down Bunny's lower torso and feeling the sides of her
metal hips. She let loose a soft breath and came really close to your face.
Far more than friendship.
Bunny planted pleasant little kisses on your cheek. You were surprised at first
but then you moved your head around to allow her lips to caress all around your
face. This was intimacy. This was love. Love as oppose to lust. Love for
another woman? No, love for a machine. You pulled on her back to bring her even
closer to you. The chill of her metallic knees against your furred flesh gave
you a pleasing sensation. Her well developed breasts pressed against yours. Her
metal hand ran through your hair.
"Can I be yours?" she asked, looking deeply into your eyes, smiling
faintly. She put a lot of emphasis on the word, "I". As if wondering
if it was her turn or something. You immediately thought of Sonic, and those
quick flashes of images.
Lust
"Yes, you can." You said as she pulled your head in.
First kiss.
You parted with her and looked into her big pretty eyes. You moved her metal
hand in front of your face, to admire it. You looked at all the rivets, metal,
and exposed wiring in her hand.
"What?" she asked nervously.
You replied by kissing her, and you held it for a good long time.
The two of you walked down to the village through the lush forest. Your soft
hand in hers, hard and cold. The landscape didn't seem to have the same beauty
anymore.
You came into the strategy room where Antoine would no doubt be planning their
next mission. You hoped it would take him much longer. It had only been the
third day into your break and you already were the happiest you'd been since
you were a child hanging your head out of the speeding chariot.
Antoine was looking at a map he had made of a certain area of Robotropolis on
the chalk board. All around you were geometric tools and maps made based off of
the info gained from previous assignments. You spent most of your time in
there. You couldn't figure why anybody would be so dedicated. None of the
attacks on Robotropolis were ever that effectual. Antoine always had a misplaced
sense of loyalty towards his dead legacy.
You were angry at him for keeping all of those dead people inside. Not letting
them pass on.
If he could let them go then maybe you could too. The Mobotropolian legacy she
was supposed to uphold always seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. No
"good riddance". No "better off without it". You couldn't
look down on your past. You always had to have pride.
Our princess musn't be un-loyal.
Antoine heard the two of you come in and turned around. His eyes shot right to
your hand clasped around Bunny's. He looked down for a moment, then turned back
to the chalk board.
"I assume you are 'ere to see ze plans princess?"
In his thick French accent, Antoine's statement sounded more like a question.
"Yes." You replied.
He turned to look at you again and saw yours and Bunny's hands locked again and
turned away again to the chalk board again. Instant replay. God forbid our
princess should hold relations with another girl. No, not her innocent
highness.
Antoine looked back through the corner of his eye at you.
"Bunny, could you scamper off to ze study to get my book on ze attack
patterns of common SWAT Bots?"
It was odd. You were always under the impression that Antoine had a thing for
Bunny, but now he seemed discontent with her. Was he jealous of you, or could
he be more disappointed? Inadequate?
"Sure" She replied
"Zanks"
Bunny kissed your cheek as she left. You weren't sure if Antoine saw or not but
if he did he was pretending to not have.
The moment Bunny left, Antoine turned around towards you military style. You
were immediately offended by this move. What need was there for such procedure?
He still wore his father's doubtlessly cum stained military jacket. He never
truly knew his father but he still worshiped him like a god.
"Take a look 'ere princess" You wondered if he forgot your name.
"As you can see, Robotropolis is controlled by countless self maintaining
computers." No shit, you thought "We still 'aven't come up with a way
to get to zese computers without ze access codes and none of our explosives can
penetrate ze lead casings around ze computers" You started to drift,
trying to keep Antoine's shrill voice from inducing an aneurism "'Owever,
I 'ave found zat the cooling system for ze computers is a large air
conditioning unit that cycles air into all of ze computers..."
"And?"
"And what, princess?"
"Then what?"
"Oh... we blow it up."
"We blow up their air conditioning?"
"Uh..."
"We're attempting to overtake a master of warfare with an army 3 times our
size in both numbers and physical stature and we're doing it by turning off
their fuckin' air conditioning!!?"
"Ze computers will over heat!"
"It's not even summer!!"
"..."
"When I come back you better have something fucking better than that or I
swear you'll be taken off this mission and someone else will be put in as
mission coordinator!!"
"Listen, I"
"No! You listen you little shit!! I've lived my entire life with your
bitching and whining!! Nothing has ever come from these stupid fucking missions
and I'm getting tired. I'm not wasting anymore resources on these needlessly
tactful missions. I want results!! If we're going to sneak around it better be
to find a good place to kill that fat fuck sitting somewhere thinking about how
superior he is. He knows he's smarter Antoine!! WE know he's fucking smarter!!!
Let's stop trying to outwit the Doctor and let's start trying to take him down
like we fucking set out to do!!!"
You stormed out of the strategy room with a smile on your face. You felt empowered.
Like the leader you were supposed to be. Not just some kind of figure head. You
were once again reminded of the day I came to Mobotropolis. Everything you did
now was based off that reclaimed memory of so long ago. You found the key to
happiness. Everything seemed nostalgic of that fateful day.
You were finding true happiness faster and faster.
Suddenly everyone seemed to be walking in the opposite direction as you. Then
they were running. Then they were shouting. You saw Rotor run by and you ran to
catch up with him.
"What happened?!" you ask frantically.
"It's Antoine!!" He says. "He tried to cut his wrists open with
a pair of scissors!!"
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