Robotnik's Misadventure

Another day in Mobius went by, and Dr. Robtnik had, once again, failed to capture Sonic. Sonic was the hero of Mobius and was always thwarting the doctor's plans to round up the citizens and make them his sex slaves. For you see, years of experiments and focusing on science, left Robotnik, relationshipless. Over the years, he became Bubba. If something had a big enough hole to fit his fat cock into, the doctor would gleefully insert it. He knew that if Sonic could be captured, the doctor could be free to perform his experiments. His first test subject would be the hedgehog himself.

"Damn him!" Robotnik yelled. "It gets hard sometimes, and no release is really dangerous. Why can't that sexy bundle of stuff understand that I need this."

Robotnik was in town, and, as usual, there was nobody else around. The denizens of Mobius always isolated themselves from him. They didn't know of his intentions, but, they didn't trust the pedophile moustache he wore daily.

"Just once. That's all I ask. Just once, can't I find something to fuck? Look at me. I look like a cross between Santa Claus and Rollie Fingers." Eggman said aloud.

A feint glow shined somewhere in the distance. He, being the curious man he was, decided to see what it was.

"It-it can't be!" Stammered the doctor.

But it was.

For there, laying on a small patch of grass, was a glistening, golden pingas. It looked marvelous.

He picked it up, and felt his body floating and his vision fading.

His prayers were about to be answered.