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2econd-of-1sts · 1 month ago

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NGKSKCKWNEIQ NAIN ANANXKA WJDIWHL—

FUCKIN HELLLLLLLLLLLLL

FINALLY GET FIVE MINUTES TO MYSELF AND CJKAKVLAKCC HD KKSOA—

PLS

I may be melting rn

I just

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✨Y E S✨

Kinkmas - Day 1

Lumberjack!Logan x f!mutant!reader

synopsis: You were driving to your cabin in the mountains when your stupid car broke down. Frustrated ,confused, and more than cold you hauled ass to the nearest cabin to help. A rough lumberjack met you, but he'd help you with your car...oh? You can't fix it and will have to order parts? I can stay in your home for the time being? What do you mean you don't have a guest room?! Can you blame him? He hasn't seen a pretty thing like you in ages.

Tw/cw: female + male masturbation, slight dubcon, unprotected p in v, breeding kink (sorry can’t help myself 😍), mentions of marriage, mentions of pregnancy, chubby!reader is my favorite reader!! (Also this man is a blue collar worker, every blue collar worker wants a big woman)

Smut under the cut!!

Logan always preferred loneliness. It was the only thing that promised safety. Time sand fell through blood soaked palms, so many lost to time. It was easier up in the cold mountains, where no one could gaze upon his broken form.

He took comfort in the chill crisp air, heavy and deep in this lungs. The rhythmic chop of an ax, splitting wood with calculated ease. It was so simple to do so. The dull ache of his biceps slowly warming up, face flushed and breath coming out in puffs of steam.

He only looked up when he smelled it. His hand coming up to his nose, making his chest tight. It was female, that's for sure, distinctive and rich. So different from the usual wet soil, sharp clean snow and pine. It was floral, artificial mistletoe tethered up in the air and clung. A seasonal perfume most likely.

He turned, eyes meeting your shy form. Arms wrapped around your clothed self, you didn't have a jacket on. Just dressed in a tight red turtleneck, skinny black jeans that clung to your elysian thick thighs.

"I'm so sorry sir, my car broke down a couple minute walk from here and I don't know what's wrong with it." Your voice was sweet, soothing and saccharine. Worming it's way up to his ears, making his knees weak. "My names ----, nice to meet you..?"

"Logan." He tosses his ax aside and grunts out a small, "I'll look at it." Following behind you as you ramble. Talking about it barely working and needing to go to the shop and wishing you had a newer one.

"-I'm sorry, I'm rambling aren't I?" You awkwardly chuckle, heated up cheeks making your eyelashes flutter and your gaze drop down. He almost felt his lips pull into a smile, but he resisted. Walking over to your car with heavy slow steps, he smelt the failing engine from feet away. Popping up the hood, he already knew it was a quick fix.

"Where were you going?" He asked, looking up from the internals of your vehicle.

"Brothers house. Everyone spends the holidays at his place cause he has a huge mountain cabin. My parents are gonna bother me again about being single so old but-"

"How old are you?" He asks, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. Such an innocent fidgety thing you were, clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh...I'm 32."

That isn't old. He knew how old he was, with every creak of his rotten joints. The age of his body didn't show physically, his mutation stopped that. But he lived a long damn time, never had a long lasting relationship. He was alone by fate, cursed soul. Cursed heart, everyone left eventually.

But you? Sweet almost perfect you, the smell that felt so heavy and weighted in his lungs, dizzying. Making wanton desire stir up in his sinews, that beast coming back. The wish for someone, a woman to enter his life. A woman to keep and fatten up with babies and be his, you made that vicious disgusting desire claw it's way back from the grave he buried it in.

You started at him a moment, fidgeting before starting slowly. "so? Is my car toast?" You laugh, tilting your head slightly as you looked up at him. Oh he could fix it, easily, but he didn't want you to leave so soon. Those sweet round eyes and round face, hair shining in the winter mid-day sun.

Something ugly reared up, the devil sitting heavy on his shoulder. Whispering a plan, scheming up in his head. Such a pretty thing like you couldn't leave, not yet.

“well, I’m gonna need to order some parts. For the time being..." He paused, trailing off as he leaned against the old car. What was he doing? Lying to you. But he couldn't seem to stop. "You could stay with me?"

"Oh that's not needed-"

"I insist. A storms blowing in soon and I don't want ya snowed in." He smiles, charming. Meant to charm. And his eyes roved over how your gaze grew low and your cheeks warmed and flushed, you were happy with his suggestion.

"I appreciate this offer...Logan."

You settled into his home quickly, until you noticed the lack of a guest room. You offered to sleep on the couch but he refused, a girl like you needed a nice warm bed. And maybe he did spray some of his cologne in there before you went to bed.

He just wanted his room to smell good right? Or did he want you thinking of him while you tried to sleep.

He laid on the couch with wide eyes. an itch begging to be scratched, reaping under his skin. It made him practically writhe, tossing and turning under a soft quilted blanket he found in the bottom of his closet.

His lust was inmarcesible, bubbling up, waves of heat rolling over sweat slick skin. Eyes half rolled back, the smell of your perfume thick in his head. Dizzy, he felt so dizzy.

Oh if he could see you now. You felt the same, you filthy woman. Your mind stuck on the biceps that bulged and shifted under tan sweaty skin, the smell of cigar smoke that clung to his sheets, his cologne making your creamy thighs clench together and your clit throb with need.

It wasn't wrong, was it? Masturbating in some random man's home while the random man slept ten feet away. He wouldn't hear, would he? Your hand slips down your pants with timid touches, sinking two digits into soaked folds, going in with no give.

You barely kept down your noises, breathing deepening, eyelids growing heavy as your back slightly arched off the bed. He didn't need to hear you moan to know what you were doing, fescennine noises of your fingers sliding through your slick was clear enough.

His felt his dick harden up, eyes shut tight as a shaky moan left his lips. Unbuckling his jeans, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip with ease. Shudders running up and down his spine.

This was wrong, so wrong. But he didn't care. He couldn't care. Desperately trying to sync up his strokes with your pumping fingers, both of you pretending it was each other instead of your hands.

You suddenly still, hearing the man's deep breathing and barely audible moans. Horror and lust flooding to the forefront of your mind, snapping up.

He notices your absence of noise, a curse flying out from his lips as he zips back up. Rushing to your door where he's face to face with you. Your features flushed, lips parted as you pant, eyes blown out. God you looked perfect like this, so utterly perfect.

He's on you before you both can process what this means. Lips pressed against each other. It wasn't tender, it was hungry. All consuming, desperate to take and take and take. But it wasn't enough. You bump into the side of the bed, his tongue pushing itself deeper into your mouth. Spit and drool dripping down your lips and chin, it was all gnashing teeth and spit. Desire ringing through his body like a school bell.

He couldn't hear anything as his hands rip down your sleeping shorts, his palms resting on your thighs. And the second he felt it sink into the fat he held he was a goner. Lips dragging against your jaw, whimpers leaving your lips.

"Logan-" You pant, feeling the shocks of pleasure jolt down to your cunt. Burning heat blazed between those thighs, calloused dragging down your skin.

"Please, let me fuck you." He begs, oh how sweetly he begs. He'll get on his knees if you ask, worship you for just a taste. For just a touch, a second to be in you.

You can't ignore it. Barely saying yes before he's cracking open your thighs. Ripping open the front of his jeans. "Such a wet pussy-" He chokes out, tearing off your underwear. "Dripping for me isn't she?"

You nod, the head of his cock nudging up against your clit. Hips jolting up as the tip brushes against your entrance. Sliding in with ease, he pushes until you hit the base. Falling forward. head resting on your shoulder. "So good f'me, such a pretty girl you are."

You're seeing stars, claws raking down your soft belly, kneading and groping desperately at the fat. Biting and licking at your tits, hips grinding and bucking up into yours. The tip slamming into your cervix over and over-

You cry out his name, holding onto his broad shoulders. "M'close-"

"Cum for me baby. Please cum for me-" He whines, burying his face into your neck. "And i'll cum."

"I'm not on birth control." You choke out, tits bouncing with each thrust. Your mouth was dry, your body filled with frisson. He was passion embodied, lust emboldened by your statement. The fantasy of you having his children only egging on his brutal pace.

"What I wanna hear. Gonna be a good mama to my babies hm?" He chuckles, breathless. Thumb coming down to rub at your clit, the veins of his sock swollen and bumping against every ridge inside. "Say it."

"Gonna be a mama to your baby." You choke out, head going limp and rolling. Hips jerk up, your eyesight going black as waves of pleasure roll over you. Swallowing you up, ripping at every seam of your body till your left limp and pliant.

Thick ropes of cum sear through you, slipping through your cervix to nestle into your womb. His sweaty body collapsing on top of you. Nestled in tight beside, pawing at your soon to fatten up hips.

His lips trail up, kissing your chin before reaching your own. Capturing your mouth in tender passion, brushing slick hair from your face to look into your eyes.

"I love you.."

7 months later

You walked barefoot through the house, Logan stalking behind you. He was never far from you now, belly popped out and swollen. His babe kicking around.

You slid on your wedding band, checking your body in the mirror. Your swim suit was a little tight, but made your bump look cute.

"You almost ready babe?" He asks, rubbing your belly from behind.

"Mhm, just let me get my shoes.

#Oh my godddddddddddddd #oh this has instantly lifted my mood holy HELL-#Two long days of tummy aches and a pounding head and long drawn out errands and traffic—#I am ✨healed✨#Marvellous #1000/10 content my friend #spectacular #yup #mhm #love it #bookmarked #window display #yea

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son1c · 2 years ago

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turbulence? no way!

falling stars fic masterpost

Gunfire illuminated the room. Omega's shots were wild, and his bullets flew everywhere. They ricocheted off the walls, floor, and ceiling, and they shattered the empty pods lined up against the back wall. They turned the computer console in the middle of the floor into swiss cheese. They almost hit Rouge, but her reflexes were better than the robot's aim, and she managed to dive behind a bulky generator before anything bad could happen to her.

She started thinking about what she could do to stop the robot's rampage.

Sonic wasn't thinking about that at all though. He was too preoccupied with dodging Omega's shots to worry about it. He spent all of his brainpower on his jumps. Jump onto a wire, jump down to the floor, jump behind a metal box. Anything to avoid getting punched full of holes. His expression was troubled, but not because of the dire situation he was currently in; he was worried about Omega.

"If I'd known about this ice cold reception, I would've brought a jacket!" Sonic quipped in between machine gun rounds.

"A JACKET WOULD NOT SAVE YOU FROM MY WRATH," Omega said, his heavy metal arms clicking as his weapons reloaded. "NOW STAND STILL SO THAT I MAY REPLACE YOUR BONES WITH LEAD."

Sonic didn't stop moving. He was zigzagging his way closer to Omega, careful to avoid the robot's frenzied gunfire. However, right as he was about to leap onto Omega's shoulders, the robot managed to miss a shot so badly that it flew three feet over Sonic's head and pierced the base of the pod that Shadow was sleeping in.

Sonic pulled a 180 immediately. He heard the hatch unlock before he saw it start to open. His feet slipped on the liquid that drained out of the pod in a waterfall of green slime, but he kept going, scraping his claws against the slick floor stubbornly. Shadow blinked awake a second later. The dark hedgehog pushed open the hatch and looked over at Omega, but before he could take a step toward him, Sonic snatched him and they both rolled behind the computer console together.

Then, Shadow sat up. Despite the stressful situation he suddenly found himself in, his month long nap had left him feeling good, and so it was with a clear mind that he took in his surroundings. But it didn't last long. With one look at Sonic, his headache returned. "Blue?" he said, the name sounding almost hesitant as he voiced it. Like he wasn't sure if the hedgehog in front of him was really his friend or not.

"Hey, Stripes," Sonic said. "Sorry I’m late. But here, I got something that'll make it up to you!" He removed the inhibitors from his wrists, grabbed Shadow's hand, and pressed the rings into his palm. Then, he grinned. "Unfortunately, Egghead turned out to be a quack. The good news is he was lying about everything, not just the good stuff!"

Shadow stared at Sonic. He stared at him very hard. "What happened to you?" he asked quietly.

Sonic's grin didn't waver. "Well, for starters, I got a job. The uniform kicked, but that's about it."

Shadow frowned. "Your eyes," he pressed. "They're glowing."

"Heh. I guess I finally thought about it hard enough!" Sonic rubbed his nose. Under his hand, his grin faded. "Look," he said, pressing the rings firmly into Shadow's hand with both of his own, "I'm still me. The doc tried to change that, but I couldn't stand it. Following him around was way past boring!"

Shadow looked down at their clasped hands, and the rings pressed in between them. He ignored them completely. With his voice steeped in frustration, he asked, "The Doctor stripped you of your free will?"

"Technically," Sonic said, a little uncomfortable now, "he didn't strip me of anything. He gave me a new leg, and force fed me some code. I'm not gonna thank him for that, though, since it was all a bunch of pro-Ivo propaganda!"

A coil of anger burned in Shadow's chest like a snake. "He won't go unpunished," Shadow said darkly. It hurt him to think that Sonic had suffered because of his own eagerness to take Eggman's hand. And Sonic's laissez faire attitude only served to fuel his vengeful heart.

Sonic watched the fire in Shadow's eyes burn with concern. "It's okay, dude. There's no need to keep your foot on the gas. All that's gonna do is run us in circles." The blue hedgehog smiled. It was a peace offering. "I dunno about you, but I'd rather take the fast track to freedom, and leave this place behind."

The viper in Shadow's chest continued to hiss and spit. He wouldn't let go of his grudge so easily. However, when he saw a hint of tiredness flicker behind Sonic's electric eyes, he resolved to put a pin in it. For later.

Finally, Shadow snapped the inhibitor rings onto his wrists. His headache vanished. The bubbles in his blood cooled. He let out a breath, feeling truly centered for the first time since waking up in the crater all that time ago. With a small nod, he said sincerely, "Thank you."

Sonic's eyes softened. His smile got warmer. "Don't mention it," he said. "Besides, it's not like Mr. Ivo was gonna make good on his promise." Sonic's expression shifted to something in between annoyance and relief. "I'm just glad that lady showed up when she did. Without her, who knows what would've happened!"

"Are you boys talking about little old me?"

Sonic and Shadow looked up. Towering over the computer console, they saw Omega staring down at them with Rouge on his shoulder. She had her legs crossed and a smug look on her face. "The name's Rouge, by the way," she said. "While you two were having your reunion, I took care of the problem. Omega here is on our side now. You're welcome."

"BLUE HEDGEHOG," Omega said, "THE BAT HAS INFORMED ME OF YOUR DEFECTIVE HARDWARE. I HAVE UPDATED YOUR STATUS TO 'ALLY.' DO NOT EXPECT AN APOLOGY FOR MY PREVIOUS ATTEMPTS TO EXTERMINATE YOU."

Sonic's eyebrow twitched at Omega's comment about his hardware. The way he saw it, him taking orders from Eggman was the real bug in his system. But Omega's bluntness wasn't intended as a means to aggravate him, and Sonic recognized that. It was just a shield to deflect from his feelings.

"It's cool," Sonic said. "It's my fault for draggin' my feet, anyway. When I got zapped by that Build-A-Robot machine, I stopped thinkin' about why I'd come here. It made me forget all about it--about Stripes, and about you. And it took awhile for me to remember." Sonic stood. Then, he winked at Omega. "Thanks for waiting up."

"I HAVE REMOVED WAITING FROM MY EXECUTABLES. NEXT TIME, I WILL BRING THE WHOLE BUILDING DOWN."

Sonic laughed. "If it's another bad guy's lair, I say go for it!"

Shadow, now standing, added, "You'd be doing the world a favor."

Rouge said, "Well, this heist turned out to be a total bust. I looked everywhere, but couldn't find a single gem!" She tapped her nails on Omega's shoulder. Then, her mouth tilted upwards. "But at least I won't be walking away empty handed. This makes us a team, boys!"

Sonic's ear twitched. He turned his head toward the door, but there was nothing there.

Shadow asked, "Hear something, hedgehog?"

Sonic said, "Nah. Must've been my imagination."

Rouge hopped down from Omega's shoulder. With her hands on her hips, she gestured at the door with one of her wings. "Let's beat it. As long as we're here, the deck's stacked against us. I'd rather not give Eggy any more leverage than he already has!"

With that, the four of them left the (now severely damaged) basement stasis room. Omega nearly went ballistic when he saw the buzzy bomber waiting for them in the hallway, but Sonic was quicker on the draw than him, and explained, "Think about it! You defied your programming, right? What's stopping the rest of Egghead's robots from carving their own paths too?"

Omega wasn't happy about it, but he had to admit that Sonic had a point. He stared intensely at the buzzy bomber hiding in Sonic's quills. His red eyed gaze was daring it to prove Sonic wrong. But it stayed there, its mandible slowly opening and closing as if to say, Truce?

Omega lowered his arm cannons. "THIS IS ACCEPTABLE. BUT THE ICE ON WHICH YOU SKATE IS THIN."

Immediately, the wasp robot perked up. It chittered smartly, and it took every ounce of Omega's willpower to not start blasting. Sonic snickered.

Then, the group continued on through the basement with Sonic leading the way. It wasn't long before they reached the lift. After piling into it, they began the long ascent to the ground floor of the facility. Thankfully, the levels came and went quickly. Sonic watched them pass by through the window, distracted.

The lift arrived at the ground floor of the Brain Bowl with a light ding. Everyone stepped out, except for Sonic, who was still staring out the window. The buzzy bomber tapped him on the forehead with one of its arms. Blinking, Sonic smiled apologetically at the wasp robot, and then followed everyone else out of the lift.

But he didn't get very far. After taking a few steps out into the hanger, he suddenly froze, and his eyes went wide.

Eggman said, "You didn't really think you'd be able to escape me that easily, did you, rodent?"

Sonic looked around, but Eggman wasn't there. He was hearing the voice in his head, projected from somewhere else, as a side effect of the botched de-Roboticization he'd experienced.

"I'm afraid I'm not done with you yet," Eggman continued. Sonic could practically hear the evil grin on his face. "Our confrontation is long overdue. I understand you're on your way out, so if you're in need of motivation, I've gathered your pathetic little friend here to watch your inevitable defeat!"

The doctor paused to cackle maniacally. The noise bounced around inside Sonic's skull like a twisted tennis ball.

"Better hurry. I can't guarantee its safety if you dawdle!"

Sonic was mad. Eggman had already wasted so much of his time, and now he was going to waste even more? The blue hedgehog scowled and turned around on his heel. He knew where Eggman was. It was like the coordinates had been beamed into his brain. However, before he could start moving toward it, he felt a hand grasp his shoulder.

It was Shadow. The dark hedgehog was looking at him with his usual serious expression, but there was a touch of concern in the way he pursed his lips. "The door is the other way," he said. "Now isn't the time for detours."

Sonic turned back around so he could face Shadow. "Something came up," he said vaguely. "I've gotta take care of it before we split. You go on ahead--I'll meet you guys outside."

Shadow folded his arms over his chest. "I won’t accept that. If you’re going after the Doctor, it won’t be alone.”

The voice of Eggman spoke in Sonic's head again. "Haven't you left yet? It's not like you to waste time, Sonic."

Scowling, Sonic shook his head. To Shadow, he said, "Take the badniks and get outta here. There's a stash of planes in the next building over. Should be on the first floor, just grab the one that looks like a manta ray--it's got the keys in the ignition."

"We're not leaving without you," Shadow said. "Whatever it is you're about to do--"

"Clock's ticking, Sonic," Eggman interrupted. "I wonder which part I should remove first? An antenna, perhaps?"

Sonic stepped away from Shadow. He ignored the looks Rouge and Omega gave him as he began to run toward the backdoor. "Just trust me," he called back over his shoulder. "And remember: first floor, manta ship. I'm countin' on you!"

Without stopping, Sonic kicked down the Brain Bowl's backdoor. He burst through the other side with a roll, and then jumped back up to his feet, still running. He was outside now, with his sights set squarely on the tall transmission tower at the far end of Scrap Brain Base. He weaved around commuting badniks and bounced over steel obstacles in his path, but it wasn't fast enough, he wasn't fast enough.

Eggman's voice came to him again. It was mocking him now. "Holding back at a time like this? Your limits must've changed since your fall if this is really your top speed!"

Sonic pushed himself harder. The red light at the top of the transmission tower peered down at him, a tiny dot in the sky, still so far away.

And then Eggman must've held the microphone up to the motobug, because Sonic heard it beep fearfully.

And he couldn't take it anymore.

After everything Eggman had put him through, after tricking him and Stripes into falling for his scheme, turning him into a robot, and making him do his bidding… Sonic went fast. Really, truly fast. So fast he rippled the air around him, and created a deafening boom so powerful it knocked out the power to the Base.

The gears ground to a halt and the badniks shuddered. Something in Sonic's head fizzled and popped, but he kept going, faster and faster.

He cleared the winding stairs of the transmission tower in the blink of an eye. He crashed through one of the top floor windows before another second could pass. The glass shattered, and fell in a flurry around him, but his quills kept him safe. Then, he rolled to the middle of the floor and uncurled, leaping up onto his feet with a scowl.

Because the power was down, it was dark inside of the transmission tower. Only the emergency lights were still functional, and they cast the whole room in an eerie red glow.

"Very impressive," Eggman said. Behind him, the motobug with the star on its head was parked. It shook like a leaf in the wind. "But now it's time for the final act," Eggman went on to say. "Honestly, I never expected you to stay under my thumb forever. One way or another, I knew you'd wriggle your way out of my control! Which is why I started working on something… something I'm sure you'll find quite familiar! Oh-ho-ho!"

Something heavy suddenly dropped down next to Sonic.

It was… Shadow?!

All of the fur on the back of Sonic's neck stood up. He took a step back, away from his friend. But it couldn't be his friend. It looked like him, but something was off. Wrong. The way its arms hung limply at its sides was uncanny. And when the thing lifted up its head to stare at Sonic, the blue hedgehog realized why.

The Shadow standing in front of him was a fake. Its eyes were a black screen, illuminated by two glowing orange irises. A copy, made by Eggman, presumably while the real Shadow had been fridged in the basement. Worst of all, it said nothing. It just stared at Sonic with that horrible, unnerving gaze.

Sonic said, "What kind of horror show are you runnin' here, doc?!"

"One powerful enough to take down even you!" Eggman replied haughtily. "This is it for you, Sonic. You'll soon find you've met your match with my Shadow Android!"

The Shadow Android shifted. Its arms no longer hung dead at its sides, and instead bent upwards, with its hands balled into fists. An attack position. It then shot forward, but Sonic sidestepped it easily. He had no interest in fighting the Shadow Android, because that was what Eggman wanted.

And he was sick of doing what Eggman wanted.

"Sorry, bolt brain," Sonic said, not sounding sorry at all, "but I ain't got time for a doppelganger deathmatch today! I've got a flight to catch!"

In a flash, Sonic ran behind Eggman and picked up his motobug friend. The Shadow Android followed after him, but Sonic was on his A-game now, and easily outsped the robot copy.

The emergency lights lit his path back to the window, and Sonic jumped out of it without looking back.

The Shadow Android, however, paused in front of the broken glass on the floor.

"What are you waiting for?" Eggman snapped. "After him!"

In the time it took Eggman to say that, Sonic had already made it back to the other end of Scrap Brain Base. He skidded to a halt on the runway in front of the manta ray ship, with Buggy held over his head. Shadow and Rouge turned to look at him.

"Nice of you to stop by, Blue," Rouge said. "You were right about the keys, but piloting an Eggman battleship is a little out of my wheelhouse. Omega was able to push this thing out of the garage, but that won't work for getting it off the ground, you know. So, unless you're saying you can fly it..."

Sonic grinned. "That's exactly what I'm saying!"

Shadow made a face. "You seem confident. Are you sure it's not unfounded?"

"Who knows! Maybe I used to fly planes. I've just got a good feeling about this!"

Shadow and Rouge looked at each other. Then, Shadow said, "We can't risk all of our lives--and all of these robot's lives--on a 'good feeling,' Blue."

Sonic's eyes sparkled, a little deviously. "You can if the feeling's good enough," he said. "Now hang on!"

After setting down the motobug, Sonic grabbed Shadow and Rouge by the arms, and carried them into the manta ship. When the motobug rolled in behind them, it tugged on the wire for the door, and the ship's hatch slammed shut.

Inside the ship, Omega was trying very hard to remain civil with the menagerie of badniks that had decided they'd rather kick it with Sonic than Eggman. He managed this by standing in the corner and facing the wall like he was in The Blair Witch Project.

The only badnik brave enough to get close to him was the buzzy bomber from the basement. It circled his head like a buzzard, but when Sonic passed them by on his way to the cockpit, the tinny voice of the wasp robot reassured him that everything was fine.

Omega loved compliments, after all.

Once they reached the cockpit, Sonic finally let Shadow and Rouge go. Irritated, Shadow began brushing himself off. He didn't appreciate being dragged through the hull of the ship like luggage.

Meanwhile, Rouge turned to Sonic and said, "Never. Ever. Do that again."

Sonic was examining the buttons and knobs on the ceiling of the cockpit. "Wouldn't'a done it without a good reason," he said. Then, still looking over the ship's controls, he pointed out the window. "See for yourself."

Shadow and Rouge looked out the window. Skating down the runway at a frightening pace was the Shadow Android. It had finally caught up to Sonic.

"Another trick of the Doctor's?" Shadow said, troubled by the sight of his robot doppelganger.

Sonic flipped a switch on the ceiling, and then sat down in the chair in front of the yoke. He grabbed it with both hands and said, "Whatever it is, it's not our problem anymore!"

The blue hedgehog eased forward on the yoke, his excitement showing on his face. Even though the manta ray ship was a prototype, Sonic knew it could still fly--Eggman wouldn't've bothered having him cart all that wiring over to the hanger while he was still a Robian if it couldn't.

"Got your seat belts fastened?" Sonic asked, obviously having way too much fun with this. "We're ready for takeoff!"

Shadow and Rouge gripped the back of the pilot's chair as the ship lurched forward. They watched as the Shadow Android continued to approach, almost on top of them now. But the manta ray accelerated quickly, and swallowed the fake hedgehog up underneath it. Then, the ship's wheels left the ground, and the manta ray lifted into the sky.

Through the clouds, everyone could see the ground, as well as Scrap Brain Base, quickly shrink into the distance.

Sonic let out a victory cheer. He didn't know that back at the transmission tower, Eggman had just tried and failed to contact him. It seemed as though the communicator in his head had broken along with the sound barrier during his earlier race to save the motobug.

Sonic continued racing the wind, unbothered.

#falling stars au #THIS PART IS SO LONGGGGGGGG OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD #BUT IT'S DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE'RE DONE WITH ACT 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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