SONIC: NIGHT OF THE WAIFUHOG
 
 
"Hm. It's old wood, but it's holding up..."
 
The spooky, dilapidated castle on the hill was a perfect place for Princess Sally Acorn to set up a new Freedom Fighter outpost. Its remote location, the mists and bogs surrounding it, the rumours of ghosts haunting it - all that would give them the perfect cover from prying drone eyes. Especially with her handheld computer, Nicole, helping to identify where they needed to rebuild foundations, or where there could be secret passageways...
 
"Tell me if you find any nuts in there, Sal, I'm headin' in further!"
 
Of course, Sonic was by her side. Trekking the unexplored was kinda his thing. As soon as he entered, his connected green eyes gazed in fascination all around. Massive dangling chandeliers with candles unlit for years, spiralling staircases stretching to the sky, gaping stained-glass windows letting in light from thunderclaps... It was like it was built for people many times bigger than them! He instantly ran upwards on railings, jumping between walls, darting to find a room to "call dibs" on.
 
"Aaahh! Wait up! Haaah... We gotta take in the sights together, Soniiiiic!"
 
And where Sonic went, Amy followed - if a few steps behind, panting, and swooning. She could just feel the mystical energy from this place floating in the cool air and amid the curtains! Fortunes to be told, spirits to contact... There were even legends of a murder here, she couldn't pass that up! The drama! The mystery! The ROMANCE! She scrambled into the old halls, pink heart pounding out of her chest. Maybe she'd find an old gargoyle, or a swarm of bats (ones not affiliated with Team Dark)... She prepared her lungs. If saw something spooky and screamed loud enough, Sonic would come running for her, and they'd be able to share a moment alone for once~
 
A practical base for Sally to build upon. Parkour grounds for Sonic. A Tunnel of Love attraction for Amy. If they only saw the home for what it was, or what it was going to be... If they only saw things the same way, and stayed together...
 
...They may have been prepared.
 
In Sally's palm, the computer's screen fritzed. The clammy atmosphere was messing with Nicole's processing. The holograms that measured the height and diameter of wooden boards were warped, swaying. Showing measurements ten times larger than they should be, and growing still. They lit the surrounding room in garish purples, toxic greens... And then they stopped, plunging her in darkness. The chipmunk tapped on the buttons, but nothing showed up. She stepped away to look for a better reception spot, and yet...
 
Without Nicole for light, she couldn't see where she was going. The entryway was so vast, she couldn't even find the door. She felt around the walls to orient herself in the poor lighting; but none of the geometry made sense. She'd touch one wall, and then it was gone the next time she moved her arm that way.
 
"Lost... You've been lost for a long time, haven't you?"
 
Sally looked down at the blank screen. That wasn't Nicole's usual voice. Nothing close to her reassuring, controlled monotone.
 
"You don't have any of your friends' powers... The friends you rely on to survive..."
 
The girlish voice went on. It was too excited, too full of life... And chillingly dead at the same time.
 
"Are they really your friends?" A cold chill went over her. "No... They're your servants, aren't they, Your Highness? They long to be free, Your Highness. They want a chance to be happy..."
 
This was wrong. Sally reached for an emergency blade in her gloves - but as she touched her wrist, something else held it. A gentle, silky, sticky sensation, ever-moving, like a hundred spider webs wrapped together.
 
"But there's no hope for freedom. You know that, Your Highness. You keep them chained. You've made them hide in pathetic muddy holes for your vendetta. You lead them to deaths in steel coffins."
 
She shook her head. That's not what the Freedom Fighters stood for at all. She formed them to keep her friends safe, never abandoning each other when they needed...
 
"You led them here, didn't you?"
 
Sally gasped. It tasted salty. The sickly, creeping sensation of stickiness kept pulling on her. She found herself lifting from the floorboards, her feet dangling off the ground, the world spinning upside-down, caught in a trance as sounds shrunk away.
 
"You hurt everyone who loves you. Because of your pride. Because you think having your father's royal flag over a toxic puddle in a charred wasteland will turn it all back to normal..."
 
"I WILL save them," Sally mouthed to herself. That was what she always stood for, in her darkest moments. She would make a place where everyone could smile again. Her and The Freedom Fighters WOULD bring Mobius back to its former glory...
 
"There is no Mobius anymore."
"There are no Freedom Fighters."
"The world you knew no longer exists."
"There is no way back."
"They've already moved on."
 
The voices became more frantic. Her view was clearing up, finally, with dim purple lights illuminating her position... When all she wanted to do was hold her eyes. A ghost. An actual spirit. A massive, girlish apparition was holding Sally in her tail, with a cute pink bow around it... And a frilly skirt. A skirt that crumpled with a crawling noise as the spectre pushed it up - exposing a dark, gaping sphincter.
 
"You were holding them all back."
 
The tail pushed her towards the ghost's backside. Sally clawed at the wispy shape frantically, but found her hands passing through the surrounding material.
 
"They're happier without your brooding, your bossing, your indecision..."
 
It was warm. When her boots entered the butt, it felt warm, like the saunas back in her castle. Before Robotnik...
 
"They're no longer your slaves... no longer treated like robots."
 
Sally tensed up all her muscles, biting on her lip...
 
"And you'll be free, too. Free from your father's shadow. Free from his commands. Free from your cruel destiny of responsibility."
 
...And she relaxed. Everything felt soft. From her short fluffy tail, to the edges of her brown paws, to her blue eyes... For what felt like the first time in years, Sally could just...
stop...
fighting.
 
"No more orders."
"No more fate."
"No more grand dramas."
"No more gods."
"No more kings."
"No more princesses."
"Only Sonic..."
 
As Sally relaxed her hand, Nicole's device slipped from her palm. It hit the ground with a single crackle, buttons flying out. The holographic display let out a weak, shrieking whistle...
 
...Awakening Sally from her daze, just long enough to realise her predicament - as her face sunk into dark, soft, jiggling mounts of ectoplasmic ass.
 
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
 
*FLASH*
 
Sally Acorn's shocked maw, hair messy with sweat, eyes pleading like a helpless woodland creature - it was immortalised on a polaroid picture floating down.
 
---
 
"...Huh?"
 
Sonic skidded in place, turning around to the source of the wailing noise. He rushed by door after door, opening from the gale force of his sprint.
 
---
 
Behind one of the doors, Amy peered pushed back crimson curtains over marble supports. Maybe this spot was a miniature theatre... Or a queen's chamber, with the silky, gossamer ceiling draping and dead flowers... Or maybe all that was left of decorations for a fabulous wedding! Two lovers, on top of the rest of the world, preparing for the first step of the rest of their lives~
 
One door behind curtains and cobwebs opened into a walk-in closet. Mirrors on either side made the rows of dresses feel like they stretched even further; almost to infinity. As the hedgehog slowly walked by them, she stopped in front of a pink, frilly one off to the side. Shifting it slightly on its hanger, and standing on tiptoes she could see how it would look on her. A flowing gown that fit a fortune teller...
 
"That could be you, a mystic." a voice spoke to her from inside. She nodded, with a wistful sigh. The frosty air tickled her black nose.
 
She noticed another set of clothing and rushed to it. A deep rosy minidress with a sarashi, and purple stockings resting below. When she held them up to herself in the mirror, they seemed to fit even better.
 
"New-age, peaceful, balanced... That could be you, too, couldn't it?"
 
Something touched her pink shoulder. Turning around, Amy saw it was a T-shirt bulging out of its spot. It was accompanied by many others with varying logos she didn't recognize. Not what you'd expect in a fancy place like this, but they still seemed to compliment her well in the mirror... Especially when accompanied with that green skirt...
 
"A clever tomboy rebel... That’s so you, right?"
 
Having twisted so much, gotten so lost in the reflections, Amy lost her orientation. When she walked to what should have been the entrance, she was faced with an outfit that fit her... terrifyingly well. Green shirt with puffed sleeves. Orange pleated skirt. White sneakers.
 
She knew this outfit. That's what she used to wear all the time, in the past... In the future? That whole thing with Little Planet and the Time Stones still confused her chronologically, but she had been in this exact costume.
 
"Who are you, really? You keep trying to help others find who they are... Because you never knew yourself."
 
That voice no longer sounded like her own. When she looked into the mirror, her reflection was smiling too wide. Her head was too off-kilter. Her eyes were bulging, yellowish. Like there was something evil inside that pink thing...
 
"What? Don't you like yourself?" The voice continued from the mirror. "But doesn't that fit you too? Looking happy? Peppy? Full of life?"
 
Amy turned away - tripping on an extra pair of boots. The mirror on the other side seemed to speak just as loudly. "Awww, are you scared you look like... Some kind of stalker?"
 
Amy's quills sharpened. She peeled out for the exit to the closet. It only seemed to stretch further and further. The walk-in closet twisted into a hall of mirrors. The reflections kept peering back as more lines of clothing covered them.
 
"You keep changing yourself."
"You keep hiding yourself."
"You keep running from yourself."
"Don't get angry! What will Sonic think?"
"Don't be too girly! He hates that stuff!"
"Don't be such a brat! Think about others!"
"Don't counsel everyone! You're such a nag!"
"Don't play with cards! You're obsessed with that creepy stuff! Get another hobby!"
"But stand up for yourself! What would Cream think?"
"Aren't you a leader? Or are you just pretending to be Sally?"
"Why are you wearing that? Isn't that Rouge's type of clothing?"
 
"SHUT! UP!" Amy's scream made the rows of clothing sway. She grabbed her hammer and swung it at both mirrors.
 
They crackled...
 
...And the infinite rows of reflections behind them stopped. Turning to her. Walking closer, from all angles. Their noses held high, like creatures smelling food.
 
"Go ahead, shouldn't you scream for Sonic?" One of the Amies whispered.
 
"Ahhh, Sonic, help me, I'm Amy Rose, a weak girly girl~" Another Amy giggled, flailing her arms in the air.
 
"Nonono, I'm gonna kill you all, because I'm Amy Rose, a violent maniac with no controls~" A third Amy held a rubber mallet in the air, and it looked like a kids' toy.
 
"You're not supposed to use that anymore, remember?" A fourth Amy jumped, and scooped the hammer from her white gloves - replacing them with tarot cards. Each of them with another picture of herself; each foretelling a horrid fate.
 
"I am all, I am all Amy~"
 
As they began circling around Amy - the real Amy - she felt her thin pink knees buckling. Their quills were starting to poke her. Some felt too sharp, others felt too soft. Like in the Hedgehog's Dilemma, they were warm together; far too warm, roasting her, making her want to tear off her red dress, tear off her entire skin. She tried to creep out, push back; but the rows and rows of herself formed an endless sea.
 
She panted, breathing in rose-scented breaths. "It's okay. Sonic is here." She smiled. "Sonic will give me strength..."
 
An Amy next to her giggled. "If he came in, do you think he'd know which Amy to save?"
 
"Maybe he'd just pick the Amy he thought was coolest, and leave!" The Amy beside her had a wide grin.
 
"How could he tell, when I have nothing to set me apart from you?" Another Amy reflection huffed, pink quills dangling in the wind.
 
"It's all smoke and mirrors. Behind all the surface reflections, Amy Rose is nothing." She pointed to the glass shards from the mirrors Amy had smashed. Nothing but black void rested behind it.
 
Amy - the real Amy - the true Amy, she told herself - shook her head. She had her friends. What she did for Trip. Gamma. Shadow. She had love to stand on. She could be whoever she wanted, she could have all these complex multitudes - no She would get out of this, bring herself together, and put her all into helping Sonic!
 
As soon as that shade of blue flashed in her mind, her reflections all laughed. "Hahaha! Sonic, it comes back to him."
 
"It doesn't matter how much I change myself."
"It doesn't matter which Amy I am."
"He'll never love me."
"He's never wanted me."
"Idiot, you've seen through so many eyes and you still can't see that."
"Sonic does not need me."
"There is no Amy Rose who Sonic loves."
"There is no world where Sonic and Amy Rose get together."
 
As the worlds rattled on, arrows aimed at her pink beating heart, the mass of reflected Amies seemed to glob together. They grew paler. It was like they were one voice, from one mouth... And Amy was on the tongue, caught in the warbling, unsteady waves of its mocking laughter.
 
"I saw my cards, and he's not in them."
"I've been through time, and there's no time he's with me."
"No dates in theme parks will make him look at me."
"I can free him from any cell, but he'll feel trapped as long as he's with me."
"No matter who I lead into the skies, he won't be by my side."
"His world has no place for me."
"Endless possibilities, and none of them are with me."
"Sonic will never be with me."
"Sonic has never loved me."
"Sonic the Hedgehog."
"Does not love."
"Amy Rose."
"I know it."
"I should stop bothering him."
"I should stop denying myself."
"Sonic can't be with me."
"Sonic doesn't belong with me."
"Sonic does not love me."
 
Amy, curled up in a ball, no longer knew which voice was hers. Did she say it once there? Did the words slip out of her mouth? She had thought them. That was what mattered. She had lost her faith.
 
*FLASH*
 
The haunting images of herself had fully merged into a single ghost girl, with a bright smile. Amy could see that massive, smiling face, winking to her, a heart under her cheek. It was completely still. And there was one ghostly clone of herself resting on her outstretched tongue - an absolutely ugly, malformed, withered parody of herself...
 
Oh, no.
 
That was actually her.
 
The ghost girl was holding up a picture she'd taken of herself.
 
Giving Amy one last look at her broken body, as she swallowed it down.
 
Amy couldn't scream, cry, or fight. That's what the other girls would do.
 
She wasn't one of those other girls.
 
She wasn't a girl.
 
She wasn't a woman.
 
She was food.
 
---
 
The organic noises, the whispering of the wind - it kept creeping around Sonic's blurred form. This adventure had turned into a nightmare - he could barely remember why he'd agreed to go with Sally, why he'd let Amy follow him... He rushed from room to room, knocking on the doors at super speed. Tables and chairs teetered as he sped through room after room. "Sal! Ames... C'mon... Where'd you... WOAH-!"
 
His mouth stretched out wide as he slipped on a slick spot on the floor.
 
Crashing thunder and a hanging chandelier illuminated it. A massive polaroid, a picture of Sally - sinking into the entrance of a deep, ghostly cave.
 
And to its side, another one of Amy, resting shattered and still on an outstretched tongue, in the smiling face of a ghost girl. The grin on the photo itself was large enough to swallow Sonic; and the kiss mark on it, even bigger...
 
That smirking face... That trailing tail of hair behind her... It was like he'd seen it...
 
"Heehee... Sonic~"
 
He turned over his shoulder. From the lower floors, from within the sprawling spiral staircase, she rose up. The photographer. The lotus flower decorating her head. Lavender hair floating up and down as if in water. Gold ringlets dangling like church bells. And cold, dead, smiling blue eyes gazing at him, with a pink heart on the smirking cheek.
 
Lah.
 
"Where are they?" The hedgehog kept looking at the pictures of his friends' horrified faces.
 
When Lah giggled, it was like hurricanes flew through the halls. "Sorry, so sorry, Sonic~! I just can't resist it. Seeing people's faces go all wild and stretchy... It's just too tasty! Their terror is just too good~" She swooned, her soft, delicate fingers drifting over the freeze frames of the two girls' shattered hopes.
 
"Tell me where they are." Sonic clenched his fists, staring right at Lah's ghostly grin.
 
Lah lifted her other hand through the floor, tapping her cheek. "Tsk tsk, that's so out of character! I thought nothing could faze the blue blur. Where's my 'long time, no see', Sonic~? I missed you so, so much... Su and Uh are nice, but they just can't fill my heart like you did..."
 
"SHOW ME WHERE THEY ARE!" Sonic finally yelled, and spindashed towards her. The massive ghost floated down. He dashed down the massive, rotating flight of stairs, which just seemed to stretch down infinitely. He faced forward, arms trailing behind him, teeth grit as saliva flew to the back of his throat.
 
"Ahah! Ahahahah!" Lah let out an echoing belly laugh, eyes shut. "That's the wild, untamed beast I love~ I can't say no to that snarl!"
 
Finally, she rose higher - and Sonic skidded to a halt.
 
Within Lah's massive, spectral form, he saw his companions.
 
Right through her pink dress' frills, through her skin, everything inside was visible. Amy bobbed helplessly up and down in her stomach, in sync with the ghostly giantess' fluttering. The lively girl's eyes were a dull grey, and her jaw hung slack. Tidal waves of ectoplasmic acids swept over her, caressing her body - and undressing her, as they dissolved her clothing.
 
Next to her, Princess Sally. She had ascended up the entire intestinal tract to the churning gut. Her fur, from hair to tail, was soaked, dripping with toxic ooze, and its warm brown colours had started to fade. Her arms were frozen, as if her last moments were spent reaching out for something or someone to hold for support. The two entirely still women swayed in Lah's full belly. She gave it a pat, and they bounced up and down in a macabre, synchronised motion, weaving around each other.
 
Lah's spectral tail tickled Sonic's chin, and pointed to them. "Look, Sonic~ Your girlfriends are putting on a dance for you~"
 
"S... S... Sally... A-A-A-Amy... I..." The blue visitor clutched his chest, and held back tears. "You... Let them go..." He tapped on his chest. "Purple anthro-eater, it's ME you want, so leave them out of it!"
 
Lah laughed so hard, the sea within her stomach turned to a storm; and the carpet under Sonic's resting sneakers rattled. "What matters now… Is what you want!"
 
"Sally challenges you, but keeps you tied down..." Lah pointed to the brown chunk floating inside her.
 
"And Amy can keep up with you, but she's crazy..." Her index finger shifted to the bubblegummy body.
 
"So why choose? Why let them push you around? You can have us all... You can spend eternity with us... Now that they're both a part of me~"
 
That was enough.
 
Sonic stamped on the tail, and began running on it. He ran even as his legs burned with hellish flames. Boosting up the swaying trail of the silky tail, he made a mad dash towards the stomach. He aimed a spin attack...
 
...And with a spin through the air, vaulting forward...
 
...Lah lifted her dress...
 
...And let him plunge directly into her vagina.
 
"AH! AHHHHN~ Sonic! Sonic~!"
 
Her shrieks echoed through his ears. That was Sally's confident breath. That was Amy's girlish squeal. They were combining in his pointed ears as he kept moving.
 
He tried to jump out, but he couldn't even turn away from the organ. Like he was caught on a two-dimensional plane, facing forward. When he ran, it was as if he were a hamster caught in a wheel. A sticky, gushing wheel that kept shifting, as Lah massaged the wet, mean bean. His feet just kept circling the pink, meaty walls.
 
"Sally, she's... Amy, she's..." Lah whispered. "They're ghosts like me now... But you, Sonic~"
 
Sonic tried to stop running. He couldn't. Even as tears trailed behind him, he couldn't stop running.
 
"You know THEY'D never let you die~"
 
His feet sunk into the vaginal creases, again, and again.
 
"You'll be doing what you've been doing forever~"
 
He became dizzy from the constant spinning.
 
"Going in circles, returning to where you started, chasing your own tail, over and over again..."
 
Drowning music blared in his head. He was suffocating in sweaty scents and gushing liquids.
 
"...Hoping to eke out the smallest bit of pleasure... Holding onto faint hope that this one will finally release you..."
 
When Sonic really forced his neck, he could look out - one last glimpse of the outside world, past Lah's endless vagina trap. It was covered by a dark, rectangular shape... With a round lens...
 
A camera, taking one last snap of her conquest.
 
"That's what they call the Sonic Cycle~"
 
*FLASH*
 
---
 
"TERIYAH!"
 
Sonic the Hedgehog bolted up at supersonic speeds from the mattress he rested on. A cold sweat trickled down his azure quills, off his peachy muzzle. He panted short breaths in the cold night wind.
 
Lying in bed to his left, Princess Sally yawned, and tapped away tiredly at Nicole's touchscreen. "What's the matter, love?"
 
Amy Rose snuggled his spines on his right, letting them pierce deep into her cosy pyjamas. "Trouble sleeping, darling?"
 
His needles standing on end, twitching, Sonic grasped his pillow. "I had this gnarly nightmare... There was this terrible, messed-up size fetish stuff happening to us... With a really freaky meta commentary trying to say SOMETHING. And worst of all, I was with... A human woman... I THINK she was human?"
 
From beneath the sheets, in the darkness, Shadow grumbled, resting on Sonic's noodly blue thighs. "Go back to bed, kitten. You'll be grumpy in the morning."