Somewhere in Mobotropolis, a bedroom was to be the scene of an exciting session for a devoted couple.  Since their emigration from Iceborough, Sherman and Georgette had been through a long and arduous journey beneeath the dreaded auspice of Robotnik's legions.  Friends had disappeared, as well as their childhood homes, and they had been so tightly-wound they feared one of them would crack first.
Which was why tonight was important.  Something between just them, no resistance talk, no thinking of the outside world, just him, her, and their unborn son Skeeter still twitching in Georgette's womb.  Dark red walls and a rose-quilted bed, which always reminded them of the first place they had met, the Rust-Ice Fields where shards of crimson erupted from the floes like frigid fire.
	"Well now little missy," said Sherman stepping up, "you've passed the written exam but let's see how you handle the physical."
	"Mmmm, I'm all ready for you captain," tittered Georgette sitting up on the bed, "I'll take anything you want to give me."
	"Hmhm, that's what I like to hear."
In his old captain's uniform, a cold navy blue with gold epaulettes and flat rigid hat, Sherman looked every bit the commander he still was, with the exception of his pants removed to show his cock giving salute.  A plump purple pecker so entranced at the sight of his wife, that beautiful buxom belle spreading her legs before him.
She was nude herself, except for her soft flowercap sitting gently on her head.  Her belly was swollen with their second child, and her breasts had become engorged with lactating milk that dripped down her thick stomach, and over her glossy thighs where her thick juicy cunt puffed out in excitement.  Sherman struggled not to just take her there and then, this Venusian apparition that had enchanted him since their first words exchanged.
The husband had his hands busy with a video camera in one, and a suitcase in the other.  Offering the case to his wife, he kept recording as she put it to one side and unveiled a lewd assortment of pleasuring devices.  Several dildos spread out before her, as well as a pumping mechanism as she awaited her orders.
	"Let's start on the second," he said, "what we call the Blue Blur.  Set it up, and last for three minutes.  If you can hold out without orgasming, we'll put you on intermediate."
	"Yes captain!" she giggled saluting.  "Me and my baby boy won't fail you."
She patted her belly with a gentle coo, rubbing tender to feel the odd kick of excitement from Skeeter who sensed his mother's arousal.  The Blue Blur was a motorised dildo, a plump 8-inch length that was dwarfed by her husband's swinging torpedo which was twice the length.
The motor was large enough to stand on the floor, Georgette putting herself at the edge of the bed and sliding the azure dildo into her thick pussy.  A soft moan escaped her tusks, clicking the machine on with her foot as it started to pump inside with a long piston.  A steady rhythm pleasured her easily, panting as she cupped her large bosoms with a biting lip, a purring arousal that made her husband twitch in his cock.
Watching his wife fuck herself, the whirring mechanical slap on her cuntlips filled the room with their moans of eagerness, as Sherman timed it with the camera's clock with his hand desperately trying not to touch himself.  He was already leaking, his full brazen shaft spittling pre down its violet veins and smearing across his bulging bollocks.
	"Mmmm not bad li'l missy," he licked his tusk, "but I added a little something to the Blur."
	"Haah, a-aaah, wh-what's that captain?"
	"It's got a special setting I pre-set in it...first minute gets you used to it, but second minute should be about...now."
	"A-AAAAH!  OHHH, C-CAPTAIN, M-MY BALLAST IS-HAAAH!"
The speed of the dildo would double, pounding her pussy even faster with the smooth rubbery length, grinding against her walls and scraping the folds with a rapacious rhythm.  Every pumping smack turned louder, as Georgette felt the twitching shudder of her child getting startled by the pumping dildo.
It was the same pace her husband would fuck her in, as she laid back slightly with eyes closed and slipping a finger to her clit in full view of the camera.  Sherman was leaking even harder, filling a puddle between his feet as the smacking of the dildo made her belly twitch and shiver, partly from arousal and partly from her confused fetus.
With each passing second she dripped even more, trickling down the motor-dildo that suddenly increased its speed.  The walrus cried out spreading her legs, the bed creaking slightly from the savage spearing of her snatch that bumped halfway to her depths.  She clenched hard as she could to not cum, straining with sweat down her tusks as Georgette managed to last the entire third minute.  Her walls were squishing like the ripest pears, as the Blue Blur pulled out fully to stop, smothered in her juices.
	"Excellent!" Sherman crowed.  "I knew you could do it li'l missy, you'll make sergeant yet."
	"Haaah, th-thank you, captain," she moaned rubbing her tummy, "my little private says thank you too."
	"Ohohhh, don't you worry, we'll put him through the wringer so he'll be as strong as his commander."
	"Mmmmmm, he'll need to be big and strong, ready to take anything."
	"Alright then," the husband put down the camera, "I'll help you with this next part missy, time to bring out the Torpedos."
In the shot of the camera, his cock flopped out across his wife's belly, making Georgette pant at the sheer heat thrumming from her husband's meat.  Their child felt it too, seeming to grasp his tiny hands out towards the cock that made him, slathering pre down the soft peach-belly skin.
	"Mmmm, look sir, he's saluting you."
	"Hahaha...damn, he knows his pappy well."  Sherman wiped a tear from his eye and slipped back into kayfabe.  "Alright missy, lay on your side and brace for entry."
	"Yes, SIR!"
With her own salute she did as asked, the gurgling slosh of her womb resonating when she shifted her body as Sherman pulled out a pair of silver dildos, one 12 inches and one 10 that resembled missiles with hooked handles.  Lathering them up with a special lubricant, he carefully pushed the first one into his wife's cunt.
Georgette moaned with a gleeful shudder, her already-wet walls helping to slide in the torpedo with such ease as he hilted deep as it could.  The mother-to-be gasped when she felt the cold bluint tip press against her cervix, an exciting touch that her child felt too when he twisted round towards the entrance.
	"HAAH, A-AAAH!  H-he felt that, captain, ohhh...little Skeeter's awful curious."
	"Good to know," Sherman winked with tusky grin, "we'll give the private some real arms training eh?"
	"Ohohhh we certainly will."
Taking the 10-incher, the father pressed it into his wife's purple pucker, a winking hole between a pair of thick cheeks that wobbled when they stretched around the piercing silver lance.  Spreading her ass wide, Sherman savoured his wife's cries of bliss as her anal walls were gaped further than her pussy walls.
Her body trembled all over in a deep rapture, waiting until her husband had hilted her with the whole cold length that warmed up eagerly in her depths.  Grasping the handles herself, Georgette started to doublefuck herself in a steady alternating rhythm, raising her leg to give a good view to the camera.
The sight of her holes being spread as they sucked around the thick dildos made her husband spurt, another shot of pre dripping down her legs as his hands visibly trembled in desire of his rambunctious rubenesque desire.  Every pump of the shafts made her squirt even harder, covering the bed in her juices as her husband grabbed the camera to get some closer shots.
	"Yeeeees, good work missy," he chuckled, "loading them in nice and perfect."
	"HAAAH, a-aaah, th-thank you sweetie-A-AH I mean, c-captain!"
	"Hmhmhm, don't lose your focus now, and don't worry about our little Skeeter.  I'm sure he can take it as good as his momma."
	"Ohhh he can, mmmph!  S-such a good boy he is, he loves mommy's special time doesn't he-OHH!"
The sudden kick told her yes, or at least that's how she interpreted it as she pushed hard to the very hilt with a hard strain, the dildo in her almost breaching the cervix to run out thick waters from her womb.  Of course he wasn't due, but a part of her wondered if she could conceive him early through enough cuntpunching thrusts with the dildo.
It was a terrible thought, but one that in her lust would send her over the edge in a squealing howl, spraying hot walrus juice across the bed and onto the floor as Sherman backed up quick to not get the camera wet.  She kept pumping away regardless, riding her orgasm through as her child trembled with symbiotic joy, savouring his mother's incredible heat with frantic kicks and bapping baby hands.
	"OHH, OHHH S-SWEET mercy, li'l Skeeter's getting antsy for momma!"
	"Hmhmhm, he's not the only one," Sherman licked his tusks, "don't stop now missy, you get through this regimen and I'll give YOU a real position."
	"Don't you mean, PUT me in a position?!"
	"Heh, maybe I did, soldier."
As she pounded her holes with the silver torpedoes, Georgette bucked even harder to try and stuff herself even deeper, wanting every single fold and ripple in her walls be touched by the invasive lengths.  Every blunt stab at her cervix made her fetus quiver, daring to push through with a squeal that caused her belly to bulge.
She wondered if little Skeeter would touch it, or even reach it with his little foot and feel his mommy pleasuring herself.  So far the boy seemed to like it, that instinctive surge of endorphins rushing through his body and hers as they shared in each other's bliss.  He didn't understand why he was happy, or why his momma was even moreso, but he was loving it all the same.
Unbeknownst to either of his parents, little Skeeter would sport his first erection.  With every pumping spread of his mother's cervix, he became more incensed with a tiny twitching tick of his little baby nail, his balls tightening up even more than they already were.  Blind but smiling, the unborn walrus felt Georgette's second climax, which ended up with him having his own first orgasm.
	"AAAAH, A-AAAAAGH!  OHHHH!  S-sir...haaah...m-mmmph!"
	"Beautiful," murmured Sherman, "cleaned out them pipes good soldier, now let's do some heh...aerial maneuvers."
	"Bit of a stretch that one," his wife chuckled.
	"So will your pussy lips in about a minute."
They both zipped their lips to get back into character, as Georgette pulled out her dildos with thick sloppy drench.  Both torpedoes were smothered in juices, popping out to roll off onto the floor as the camera saw her two gaping holes puffing out eagerly.
The mother pulled out the pump machine from the briefcase, a glass tube with a suction ball attached to control the air inside of it.  Pressing the pipe to her pussy lips, Georgette began to pump with a growing grin as the strange but pleasurable feeling grew in her labia.
Her pussy lips started to swell, slowly but surely, flowering like petals in June as Sherman stroked himself just a little bit to ease off the pressure in his heavy indigo balls.  A hot wad of pre spattered on her thighs, causing her to gasp with a chuckle at his excitement.
	"Cleaning out your rifle, captain?"
	"N-nnnngh, just checking it's all in order," he chuckled blushing, "gotta make sure it's ready at all times."
	"Oh I'm sure it is, and it's going to fire off very soon once I...prep my target."
Squeezing harder to suck faster, the pumping tube stretched her pussy lips bit by precious bit.  Groping at her tits with the other hand, Georgette squeaked with a chuckling bubble from her throat, squeezing her thick breast that oozed with glorious milk.
Sherman licked his lips at his fertile wife, her body rippling with fertile vigour as her belly quivered even more with their child's shared euphoria.  Fondling and pleasuring her teat, Georgette rubbed the sensitive nipple as her snatch started to balloon.
Clenching her thighs with each pump, her lips would swell with a thickening ripeness and become more sensitive with each flexing suck.  The walrus whimpered at the odd sensation, the hard pressurised air stretching her more to tickle her entrance.  Sometimes she flexed, testing the new sensitivity that made her all giddy for the climax.
The camera was raised above her to show the growing lips, her suckling snatch swelling with every ten pumps to make her start squirting even more into the tube.  Her juices would even expand, stretching out from the invisible air to smear across the glass in a breathing motion.
	"Mmmmmph," her husband shuddered, "looking damn fine there, get it nice and triple."
	"Wanna make sure I don't slack on training?" she asked panting.
	"I have to make sure you feel EVERY inch," he tapped his aching cock, "my rifle's getting rusty, Georgie."
	"Mmmm, j-just...give me another minute, Shermie."
Pumping faster, the sounf of squeaking hydraulics filled their ears as the mother walrus groaned with a rising orgasm.  Her cuntlips were trembling, almost bursting red like the freshest tomatoes in spring causing her to climax once again.  Bucking her hips, she watched her belly spasm in glee as her son shared in the orgasm, a dry little cum from the unborn Skeeter.
	"AAAAH, A-AAAAH!  OHHHH!  Hohhhh...mercy...alright, I think I'm ready."
She pulled the pussy pump away to reveal her much thicker cunt, almost resembling a fleshlight with such perfectly overdeveloped lips that drooped down between her legs and almost kissed each of her thighs.  Without clenching them, Georgette could show off her deep feminine tunnel, Sherman gasping in desperate lust at her rippling folds beckoning her in.
	"Ready for the firing range, my captain," she cooed rubbing her breasts, "get a bullseye for me, won't you?"
	"Hmhmhm, when have I not, little missy?"
Her husband grinned dusting off his suit, his strong military look exciting her with a squirt of pre to beckon him in.  Climbing upon her, the simple rub of his swollen glans made her vulva tremble, hitting her in spots she didn't even realise she had until the flesh had been stretched.
	"If only I could give Skeeter a sibling right beside him," muttered Sherman, "I would breed you every damn time."
	"Mmmmph," Georgette shivered, "you've kept me full of love since we first met, my Shermie.  Go on...show him what momma wants."
	"I love you."
He kissed her deep, their tusks firm as their lips suckled tight before he rammed himself in.  Georgette screamed down his throat, wrapping her arms round him as he pressed his suit against her breasts, hammering her with his thick beastly lance that drove straight through her depths, punched through her cervix and snugly grinded against the walls of her womb.
The mother squealed in a half-climax, shooting hot jets of pre around her husband's shaft as he started fucking with a greedy rumble.  His balls stung her cuntlips to make her shriek, her nerves on fire and his thrusting so savage that it almost hurt by how he tore his cockhead deep along the walls of her trembling body.
	"A-AAAAH!  OHHH, SH-SHERMIE, YES!  H-HARDER, POUND ME H-HARDER!"
	"MMMMPH, not worried about the kid?" he muttered.
	"H-he's a walrus, he can take it, just FUCK me, ruin me, b-bruise my damn pussy you BEAST!"
Kissing her once again, Sherman's tongue dove deep and rough as his cock punched ever harder in her womb.  With each thrust that shook the bed, they both felt their child tumbling around inside being startled by his father's proud piercing spear.  Every hilt he made in his wife, caused his entire world to tremble with his mother's lust, her moans deep and watery in his ears every time something scraped past him, an odd blunt length surging with heat.
Being the instinctual infant he was, he was curious about the strange invading length that grinded hard against the wall of his home and always causing his mother to shudder in ecstasy.  Surely it was good for him too, as he tried to grapple it with his little hands.
	"AH!  HAAAH!" Sherman gasped.  "OHH, S-skeeter's touching, h-he's touching my-"
	"L-let him," whimpered Georgette, "baby loves his daddy, just like mommy does OHHH!"
	"Hmhmhm, fine, he's a tough little guy right?"
The father kept fucking away at his wife's womb with increasing speed, almost hoping he could leave a dick imprint in the back as the feeling of his son's tiny hands made him shoot pre even harder.  Splashing over the walls, as well as his son's face, Sherman panted with his wife's own growing excitement.
She sucked harder with her puffing cunt, the gorged lips kissing his balls with deep smooches every time he hilted.  His white pre turned thicker in the womb, filling it up bit by bit and spraying across his unborn son who tried in vain to grab the slippery hot meat.  Sometimes he squeezed tight, and Sherman would moan even louder.
Despite their love they were so incensed with lust they didn't care too much about their son getting a few bruises, the father pounding his pregnant wife so hard he spun the little one in her womb with blunt denting smacks.  Thankfully the thickness of amniotic fluid took more of the impact, leaving the young Skeeter simply floating around, bapped back and forth by the cock that made him.
A foot or a hand would graze across Sherman's pulsing pillar, as he slipped his mouth down to Georgette's thick dripping nipple.  He suckled her milk, biting her teat to pull hard as she squealed at the sensitive tug.  Squirting harder into his mouth, she let him nurse with bestial grunts, breeding her with savage abandon to just forget everything for a few minutes.  The world stopped existing outside, just to savour ravaging the world inside of his beloved.
Finally he would cum, and Georgette would cum with him in a blissful crescendo.  The womb was flooded with a sweltering jizz, an ocean of desire that swirled and gurgled up around little Skeeter before flushing away out of his mother.  But for a few moments he would savour the sheer liquid heat of his father's love, who kept pounding away again and again to bump the back walls and shove him around like a balloon.
	"HAAAH, A-AAAH!  OHHHH!  Ohhh Georgie...I've missed this."
	"Mmmmph...missed you too captain."  She kissed his head.  "Ohhh...gosh, I hope Skeeter's alright."
	"Judging from the-OOOH!  H-hands...still trying to grab me I say he's doing fine, hahaha."
	"Mmmmm, you dirty old sailor."  She laid her head back.  "Haaah...is it still recording?"
	"It is, just give me a minute," the husband heaved, "drained myself real good, thank goodness this suit dry-cleans."
	"Hahaha, I'd hope so being a navy suit."
The camera kept on ticking, showing the luscious sight of Sherman balls deep in his wife, drooling cum out her pregnant pussy as he kept suckling her breast, teasing her with moans rippling through whilst little Skeeter kicked around turning stickier with cum.

The video would soon stop, the sound of the VCR clicking off the end of the tape snapping Rotor from his reverie.  Staring at his screen now gone blue, he pumped his thick walrus shaft with a rising moan as he allowed himself to cum with a hefty spurt all over his work apron.  Trembling shudders filled his throat, his seed painting his tusks as his balls tightened up with such furious force of pent-up ejaculate.
	"HAAAAH, A-AAAAH...d-dang...c-can't believe mom an' pop were...mmmmph!"
He slumped back on his chair with a happy fatigue, fingers dribbled over with seed as he took a moment to compose himself.  His legs felt oddly weak, his cock throbbing a vein against his palm as he grabbed some tissues at the side to wipe off the residue.  His workstation full of monitors and various old players gave a gentle hum that soothed him back to his world, his mind's eye framing the vision of his parents' kinky coitus.
	"That sure explains a lot about Skeeter, hah...dang they were a lot kinkier than I thought, guess it's something I inherited."
Rewinding the videotape, he cleaned himself up more until the rapid whirring stopped with a clunky lock, pulling the tape out to store it somewhere safe and getting up slowly to test his legs.  He almost fumbled his apron when he had to hide his cock, from the door suddenly bursting open.
	"ROTOR!"
	"WHUH-WHAH, YEAH JUST CLEANING UP!"
	"Cleaning up?"
	"YEAH!"  Rotor saluted grabbing a broom.  "I uh, HOO, some uh cyberpaste fell down, best watch yer step Cobar!"
	"Uhhh huh."
Standing at the door was a red echidna, draped in a black robe that barely hid his cybernetic additions that ringed around his dreads and formed skeletal gauntlets on his arms.  Rotor's heated face told Cobar all he needed to know with a smile.
	"Well, I just got a signal from your mother.  The Dark Egg Legion's advancing in her area."
	"Whut?!"  The walrus tossed his broom causing disk cases to fall with a crash.  "When was that?!"
	"About twenty minutes ago, we have to hurry!"
	"YES, right!  JUST need to clean myself up, gimme five minutes!"
	"Right...five."
The echidna headed out the door with a tender chuckle, Rotor quickly taking off his apron and stuffing his dick back properly in his pants.  He ran to the shower to freshen himself up, if only for the sake of his more nasally-sensitive friends to hide his recent pleasure, and the oil grit from his previous work.  He only hoped that the next mission would ensure his mom stayed safe, even if he saw her in a different light.  One that gave him a lewd grin.