Reality greeted him with a headache.

Barely opening his eyelids, Sonic immediately felt the approaching nausea from the double picture before his eyes. There was a metal taste in his mouth, and an unpleasant noise in his head, as if he had been hit directly by one of Eggman's massive robots. He almost forgot this feeling, since the mad scientist, along with his machines, hadn’t been seen since the beginning of the invasion. Perhaps he was just hiding, or maybe he had already fallen victim to the invaders - no one knew. But Sonic was glad for his absence, since there was a chance that the Doctor would team up with alien robots, and then everything could become even worse than it was now.

Even the slightest movement shot through the temples with pain, but the hedgehog still tried to look around.

He woke up in a small room, the ceiling of which was dimly glowing, almost not dispelling the reigning darkness, so Sonic could only see the vague outlines of the walls and a table standing a couple of meters from him against the right wall. He himself was sitting on a metal chair in the middle of the room, which was apparently screwed to the floor, his hands were clasped behind the back, and his legs were somehow attached to the chair. He felt thin bracelets on his limbs, but, moving slightly, he realized that there was no semblance of chains on them. As if the bracelets were magnetized to each other and to the metal of the chair. On the neck, apparently, there was a collar of the same material, hard and durable. The weird magnets chilled the skin even through the fur. 

Sonic again automatically reached for the power of the emerald, previously hidden in his quills, but met only emptiness.

‘Yeah, it was stupid to hope,’ the hedgehog admitted to himself, ‘Well looks like I've been captured again,’ he grinned sadly to himself, and a sharp pain immediately pierced his head.

Unpleasant, but tolerable. Worst of all was the feeling of weakness in the whole body, such that he could hardly move. He didn’t know what was in that powder, but looked like because of it he felt so disgusting. Or he was drugged with some kind of poison after. Nevertheless, the result was the same - Sonic literally forced the limbs to move. The worm of doubt that he could, as usual, just dodge and run away from any danger, began to slowly gnaw at him from the inside.

‘That’s fine - I've been in worse situations.’ The blue hero sighed and closed his eyes, hoping to escape the dizziness.

It wasn’t clear why the machines had seized him alive at all. No, he didn’t complain, alive, albeit captive, was more pleasant to be than dead, but the invaders had never made contact before. They didn’t seem at all sentient and capable of independent decisions. However, they must be guided by something, some kind of command AI hidden in the depths of the main ship, and perhaps it could have a mind. But still it wasn’t clear how the blue hedgehog might interest it.

‘Well, sooner or later, something will have to check on me and I’ll find out the reason.’

He didn't have to wait long - after a couple of seconds, as if in response to his thoughts, with a rustling metallic sound a passage opened in the opposite wall. Immediately, a light came on in the room, blinding him through closed eyelids, and Sonic winced from another attack of pain.

“Oh, our intruder has already woken up.”

He expected to hear anything but an ordinary living voice. Sonic opened his eyes and, trying to focus his gaze, stared at the newcomer.

A white hedgehog stood in the doorway. Sonic blinked in surprise. No, perhaps, even if the stranger looked like a hedgehog, judging by the short side and a pair of longer back quills, which caused the hero an incomprehensible sense of déjà vu, but his ears were much shorter and more rounded. The fur on his chest and belly was long, with a clear black stripe running down the center along the body, and the powerful figure was in no way associated with the usual hedgehog forms. Actually, he looked more like a hybrid between a hedgehog and a bear, but nevertheless…

He looked absolutely like an ordinary Mobian.

Sonic shut his eyes close and opened them again, but the strange white hedgehog didn’t even think to disappear. ‘I might hit my head harder than I thought,’ the hero thought distantly.

In the meantime, the stranger waved over his shoulder with a short movement of his hand. “Discharge. I'll talk with the prisoner alone.”

Sonic just now noticed two more figures standing almost invisible behind the long quills of a white hedgehog. He didn’t have time to examine them more closely, because, with a short nod, they remained standing still, and the door closed as soon as the white hedgehog entered the room.

But they were definitely Mobians too. 

“What the..?” dumbfounded, Sonic squeezed out, looking at the stranger who came close.

Was it really some kind of Eggman's plan all this time? That would explain a lot, including the sudden appearance of the Mobians at the invaders' base. But they had already considered such an option, and absolutely nothing indicated that Robotnik was somehow involved in this: at least, the technologies were at a completely different level. Even Tails, having studied the samples that miraculously survived and fell into their hands, couldn’t fully understand the structure of the drones. These were definitely technologies and materials alien to Mobius, which were created by a much more advanced civilization.

“Huh, Master Blue indeed. Amazing.” The white hedgehog completely ignored his remark. Having given out this strange phrase, he, with a satisfied smile, looked the prisoner from head to toe, and Sonic only now realized that he woke up without gloves and boots. Which meant - completely naked, except for the thin magnetic bracelets and collar. Something unpleasantly clenched in his stomach, and chills passed through his body. All previous thoughts immediately seemed less significant in the face of the current danger.

He didn't like that gaze at all.

“Look, pal, I have no idea what's going on, but could you not-” Sonic involuntarily stopped short as soon as the white hedgehog met his eyes.

‘This is bad. Really, really bad.’

In those blue eyes splashed the madness of the sadist who saw the victim. And something else, which he couldn't give a name to, but it instinctively horrified him. Probably this is what a hungry predator looks like before digging its teeth into the neck of its prey. And Sonic would have preferred even this option instead of what this gaze actually promised.

"Green," the white hedgehog grunted with satisfaction, assessing the color of his eyes,  "A little darker, but it'll do. And the body," he looked at him again, which made Sonic try to squeeze into the chair, just to move further away, "Excellent trained body, strong. It'll last long."

And then the hedgehog sharply moved forward, leaning almost close to his face. The taunt prepared in response got stuck in a lump somewhere in Sonic's throat as his jailer broke into a terrifying predatory smile and said:

"I really hope that you're a virgin. They are so tight and so delightfully scream in pain."

His breath caught painfully in his throat and Sonic couldn’t squeeze out a sound. He felt the blood rush to his face and ears, causing them to burn. A ringing void formed in his head, in which the thought of the absolute absurdity of what was happening rolled lonely. 

Is he... is he really going to...?

With the same frightening grin that didn't bode well, the white hedgehog suddenly grabbed the hero by the collar with one finger and pulled it up. Something clicked in the collar, it weakened, and in the same second a strip of metal was in Sonic's mouth, immediately tightened back, preventing him from closing his teeth. 

Sonic twitched belatedly, but the strange gag was already tightly wrapped around his head, ignoring the sharpness of the quills.

"Just in case. If you suddenly decide to bite off your tongue," the white hedgehog grinned and with another sharp movement returned to an upright position.

‘Wait, hold on,’ flashed in the blue hero’s head frantically, ‘That’s not funny. Not funny at all.’

Sonic rarely panicked, but now something completely incomprehensible was happening. Events progressed too quickly and the situation only got worse every second. Without the ability to resist, exhausted, shackled by hands and foot, Sonic suddenly felt acutely cornered. He could do nothing with the brute strength of his jailer. The Hero of Mobius still refused to believe that the white hedgehog would go all the way in his threats. It was pointless. Wrong. 

And it scared him to the point of shivering. 

A new unexpected wave of headache disoriented him, and he didn’t have time to notice how the second hedgehog had already gone behind him, which made Sonic even more nervous. And then a hot breath touched his ear, from which he automatically tried to distance himself.

"Try not to pass out too soon, okay? I haven't had decent entertainment for a long time."

The magnetic bracelets on the legs unhooked from the chair, and at the same instant the white hedgehog grabbed him from behind by the neck and sharply lifted him.

A protesting groan escaped his throat, the room swayed, and fireworks exploded in his head. Sonic lost his sense of reality for a second, but this didn't stop his tormentor, who easily dragged his semi-conscious body towards the table.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his legs. They scrabbled limply on the floor and refused to obey. The weakness in his entire body became so terrible that he felt the nausea again. His thoughts were in a total mess, and the only desire was to really lose consciousness, to sink into the darkness.

The sharp impact on the tabletop partly brought him to his senses. All the air was kicked out of his lungs, making him gasp for breath. He found himself lying face down, the upper half of his body on a cold metal surface, and his legs were left hanging, barely touching the floor.

Sonic tried to move, but his hands, still clasped behind his back, were forced into a strong grip as he was pinned to the table. He automatically twitched a couple more times, to which his head immediately responded with pain, but then he froze in a daze.

The second hand of the white hedgehog grabbed him by the tail and lifted it up.

"Yes, it looks like I'm lucky today."

The voice sounded hoarse, and Sonic almost physically felt the gaze where no gaze was supposed to be at all. Another wave of blush overtook his face and ears, and he trembled finely.

It couldn't happen, it just couldn't really happen to him.

His tormentor, clearly satisfied with the look, hummed in satisfaction, and then Sonic felt a heavy weight pressed down on him from above, and deceptively soft fur touched his back.

"And you, pal, are not," a mocking voice purred in his ear, and the white hedgehog moved his hips.

Something unimaginably hot and hard touched the entrance.

The last barrier of his endurance collapsed, and panic flooded Sonic headlong. He twitched in despair, trying to move away, to run away, to be as far away from this sensation as possible. But the hands holding him were much stronger than his feeble attempts to free himself. The pressure only increased, threatening to move on at any moment. The heat from the body hanging over him was unbearable and seemed to penetrate every cell, depriving him of the will to resist. He didn’t hear a scream burst from his throat, and he didn’t notice tears flowing from his eyes. A desperate thought: 'No, please, no!' was throbbing in his head, but it couldn't block the deafeningly loud, agitated breathing that was heard right above his ear.

The white hedgehog was going to rape him on this table, but he could do absolutely nothing with it.

"Heh, great," the white hedgehog clearly enjoyed the hero's pathetic attempts to resist, "The more you buck, the more painful it will be," he squeezed his hand that was still holding the blue tail, and the prisoner let out another gagged cry, "And I'm gonna enter you fully, in one motion, to tear this nice little ass. You know, blood is a great lubricant."

He laughed hoarsely, and Sonic felt an overwhelming hopelessness seize him. There was no single way he could stop the white hedgehog from doing it. In a second, this would happen, and Sonic was sure that something inside him would break irrevocably. He would never be the same again. Some part that makes him who he is - Mobius' resilient hero - would die forever. And he would never be able to explain to anyone why.

He didn’t want it. He wasn't ready. It shouldn’t happen like this.

Somebody, stop this nightmare.

Please, somebody.

Anybody.

Any-

>> 1. "Jerald, get away from him."
      2. But no one came.