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Grunting, Robotnik sat up straighter in the bed. Dull pain throbbed over his body, from far too many places to identify which part hurt exactly where. He leaned back on the mountain of pillows propping him up as he settled on the plush bed. The tray on his lap shook slightly at the movement, empty dishes clinking softly.
Dinner had been exceptional as always. As of late, Stone had been cooking more and more complicated dishes, each one richer and more exquisite than the last. Glancing down, Robotnik grimaced at the belly that was beginning to form on his once stick-thin figure.
Stone finally got his chance to fatten me up, Robotnik chuckled to himself.
He wasn’t complaining. Ever since Stone had started cooking for him years ago, he had enjoyed his agent’s food. The only reason he hadn’t put on weight from the beginning was because he simply forgot to eat, far too invested in his creations to remember that his human body needed nutrition. Now, with nothing to do other than to recover from his fall, he never missed a meal. Not that Stone would allow him to.
Robotnik was still unsure how he had survived.
By all accounts, he should have died that day.
However, here he was, eating elaborate dishes, reclined on a bed only kings would dream of, and watching his favorite telenovela. His body might have been broken into a million pieces, but he was recovering slowly with all the comforts one could ask for.
“Would you like tea or coffee, sir?”
Rolling his head to the side, Robotnik let his mouth curl into a satisfied smirk.
It also didn’t hurt that his ever loyal agent was sporting a very round belly.
Stone was standing in the little kitchen only a short distance away, a bright smile on his face as he prepared dessert for Robotnik. Gone were his suits since his belly had grown too large a month ago, leaving him in sweaters and t-shirts. His belly was prominent, but that didn’t stop him from puttering around the Crab like the housewife he had slowly morphed into over the last seven months.
“What do you think?” Robotnik scoffed.
“Coffee it is.”
Watching Stone get to work, Robotnik couldn’t help but scrutinize his agent—or perhaps he had been promoted to henchman—as Stone hummed and moved gracefully in the limited space.
At times, Robotnik still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Stone had saved him. If he had simply left him for even an hour longer, Robotnik’s punctured lung would have finished the job Sonic didn’t want to do. Instead, Stone had searched for him. Had slung Robotnik over his shoulders and brought him to safety.
Since then, Stone had worked day and night to bring Robotnik back from the brink of death.
Countless hours at his bedside, watching his vitals for even the slightest change. Consulting with a dozen or so doctors on physical therapy and recovery strategies. Fixing his meals, bathing him, changing his bandages, and comforting him in the throes of endless nightmares.
Over the last seven months, Stone had seen Robotnik at his lowest.
And he still decided to stay.
Even with therapy, Robotnik doubted he would ever be the same man he had been before the fall. His was too broken.
Even with that knowledge, Stone continued to smile and fix the pillows behind Robotnik’s head while asking him what he wanted to eat next.
Stone did all this as a small life grew inside him.
In hindsight, perhaps Robotnik should have waited until after he conquered the world before he impregnated Stone. He couldn’t help himself at the time.
How was he supposed to resist Stone’s large, expressive eyes when the green electricity from the Master Emerald sparkled so beautifully in their depths?
Seven months ago…
Unimaginable power flowed through every nerve ending, blood vessel, and muscle that Robotnik possessed. The very essence of the emerald beat in time with his heart. He knew that with a flick of his pinkie finger, he could destroy or create worlds. Anything he wished, the Master Emerald would grant it.
And at that moment, he knew exactly what he wanted.
“I can smell the electricity in your brain.”
Not only that, Robotnik could feel Stone’s desires. The unbridled lust pouring off Stone in waves and the longing for them to connect in ways Robotnik had never indulged in before. Underneath that, he could feel something at Stone’s core, pulsing and radiating like a beacon.
Family. Children.
Stone had never hidden his fondness for children nor his paternal instincts. Robotnik wasn’t surprised the man wanted a small army of them with the both of them at the helm. It was true that Robotnik had never imagined having children, but the more he stared into Stone’s eyes and into his very being, the more the idea took root.
With the power of the emerald, Robotnik was about to achieve his wildest dreams. Why shouldn’t he spoil his most loyal minion?
Not to mention, if Robotnik was going to become the supreme ruler of Earth, it only made sense that he would have a consort at his side with an heir on the way.
It was a decision he had made in a fraction of a millisecond. In the time it took Stone to blink, Robotnik had already decided on how he was going to grant Stone’s wish.
“Get lost,” Robotnik hissed as his head snapped up to meet the terrified eyes of Green Hills’ other idiotic cop. The man began to shake, his knees locking together. In that moment, Robotnik prodded at his mind and instead of the green glow that had taken over his being, Robotnik saw red.
How dare this insect have such indecent thoughts about Stone!
One sharp downward motion from Robotnik’s hand had the cop disappearing in an explosion of green sparkles. The man didn’t have enough time to shout in surprise.
“Did you kill him?” Stone asked, his voice muffled from where Robotnik was still squishing his cheeks together.
“No,” Robotnik sneered. “But he will have a fun time getting off Mount Kilimanjaro.”
Stone’s chuckle reverberated inside Robotnik’s very bones. He needed to mark Stone in the ultimate way. With a wicked smirk taking over his features, Robotnik didn’t give Stone a moment to register what was happening next as he teleported them.
He could feel the way Stone’s body tensed up and spasmed at the sudden transfer, his breath caught in his throat as he stared up at Robotnik in shock. Ignoring his sycophant’s reactions, Robotnik caressed Stone’s cheek with a gloved finger.
“You look good spread out beneath me.”
They had only teleported a few feet inside the Mean Bean. Stone was flat on his back on top of one of the tables, his legs dangling off the edge as his arms laid on either side of his head. The handcuffs had disappeared—there was plenty of time for them later. Robotnik stepped between Stone’s legs before he roughly dug his fingers into strong thighs and brought them up to wrap around his waist. Stone caught the hint and tightened his legs, hooking his ankles together behind Robotnik’s back.
“Sir?” Stone panted. There was not an ounce of fear or distress in his body. He trusted Robotnik implicitly as he gazed up at Robotnik with curiosity and awe. Like everything else in the café, Stone’s body was washed in green light. For a moment, Robotnik lamented the color scheme. Purple suited Stone so much better.
“I’m going to fulfill your deepest desire, Stone,” Robotnik purred, stroking the man’s cheek. Stone leaned into the touch and let out a content sigh.
“Thank you, doctor.”
“Don’t thank me just yet, my trusty barnacle.”
Green sparks began to shoot out of Robotnik’s fingertips as he brought his other hand to rest on Stone’s chest, the other still cupping the man’s face. The sparks grew larger, tentacles of electricity twining between his fingers until they melted into each other and created a glowing, green glove over his leather one.
Stone laid still as his chest moved faster underneath Robotnik’s hand, his mouth dropping open as he kept his eyes glued to Robotnik’s face. Not once did he tense or twitch as he let Robotnik work his magic—literally.
The electricity seeped into Stone’s body as Robotnik moved his hand downward, centimeter by centimeter. At that moment, he saw through Stone, into his very organs. It didn’t take more than a single thought for the emerald’s powers to manipulate Stone’s biology.
Robotnik watched as a uterus began to form, slipping into place as if it had always been in Stone’s body. A grunt had Robotnik rubbing his thumb across Stone’s cheekbone to soothe him. They were far from done.
“It’s finally time, Stone. After all these years, everyone will bow to my genius as they were always meant to. Soon, they will bow at my heir’s feet as well.”
A gasp was all he received in response as Stone’s body finally jerked harshly as new organs began to push at his existing ones. Ropes of electricity snaked out of Robotnik’s body to pin Stone to the table, but it was obvious that his agent wasn’t trying to get away. However, Robotnik couldn’t take the chance of Stone being hurt during the process.
Hand moving down further, Robotnik encouraged Stone’s body to pull from his DNA and create new eggs to place in fully formed ovaries. He wasn’t picky which egg was released, ready to be fertilized. His fingers traced the path the egg took as he imagined what their first born child would look like. Would they be more like him or Stone? A perfect mixture? Or different from either of them?
Beneath him, Stone’s breathing was becoming labored as new sensations took over. His muscles were twitching in pain as his body was forced to accommodate.
“D-doctor…”
“Patience,” Robotnik soothed. “Just a few more adjustments.”
Logically, he could stop there. Stone now had a fully working womb with plenty of healthy eggs for him to fertilize at his whim. But, Robotnik was never one to do things halfway. His hand went even further until he had bypassed Stone’s navel and landed on his crotch.
“Brace yourself,” he warned. Stone blinked up at him before Robotnik pushed his hand down.
Stone screamed.
Robotnik winced at the sound. Stone was never one to voice his pain, however, nobody was above letting out some kind of noise when they were literally being ripped in two. Robotnik’s vision allowed him to watch as a birthing canal formed, giving Stone a working vagina. Under his testicles, a slit appeared before it became plush lips.
Tears were streaming down Stone’s cheeks and into his beard as his back bowed. His legs were vice grips around Robotnik’s waist as he panted heavily through clenched teeth. Idly, Robotnik wiped away a few tears as he checked over his handy work.
He took his hand away from Stone’s crotch and pet his hips. Both to soothe the trembling man and to tease them to widen slightly. Stone would thank him once the pregnancy was in full force.
Speaking of pregnancy…
“Who do you belong to, Stone?”
“You, sir,” Stone answered immediately, the words leaving his mouth before Robotnik was even finished. Robotnik’s lips curled upwards as he showed all of his teeth. He placed both of his hands on Stone’s hips, more ropes of electricity sprang up around Stone and kept him immobile.
“Now and forever,” Robotnik growled.
With all his power, he thrust his hips against Stone’s.
There was no contact between them, but there didn’t need to be as the egg in Stone’s uterus was fertilized, the emerald having carried over Robotnik’s seed. Stone’s head slammed backwards onto the table as a shout tried to leave him, but nothing came out of his mouth. His limbs strained against his restraints, but he didn’t move an inch. Robotnik watched as Stone’s eyes rolled into his head and he went limp.
“Congratulations, Stone,” Robotnik whispered. “You have the honor of carrying the next generation of Robotniks.”
If Robotnik’s plan had come to fruition, he and Stone would have been living in a palace with hundreds of robotic servants to take care of them. Stone could lounge around all day, indulging in any mundane hobby he wanted to while Robotnik wrecked havoc on anyone who dared to resist his rule. He would lay their enemies heads at Stone’s feet as war trophies. Perfect for the one carrying his children.
But all of that had been smashed to bits, just like his bones.
All thanks to an annoying, talking hedgehog.
Oh, the humiliation.
Instead of being lavished in the lap of luxury, Stone had turned into a nursemaid. Robotnik had watched Stone over the last months and saw how the man didn’t have a chance to rest. Not when he was Robotnik’s full time caretaker. Soon enough, Stone would be left to not only take care of Robotnik, but an infant as well.
The thought of his agent being forced to be a new mother and a nurse at the same time had Robotnik drowning in guilt, probably for the first time in his life. They only had two months before the baby was due, which didn’t give him enough time to heal fully. He had only just begun to walk again with assistance. While he could stand for a few minutes by himself, he became extremely winded and needed to rest afterwards.
Stone encouraged him, tracking his progress and praising him for every little superfluous step he took. It was both endearing and patronizing at the same time. Robotnik had learned how to walk decades ago, he shouldn’t be hearing another grown man cheering him on as he put one foot in front of the other.
Bitterness swept through him as Robotnik glared at the screen playing in front of him. He hadn’t been paying attention to the episode and found he wasn’t interested in it anyway. If he was going to prove to himself and to Stone that he could help, he needed to move his progress along.
“Here you go, sir.”
The empty dishes were taken away as Stone placed a mug on the lap tray. Robotnik smiled slightly as he peered into coffee and saw a badnik with tiny hearts around it. Off to the side, he heard Stone turn on the water, intending to wash the dishes.
“Stone, come here.”
“Sir?”
Robotnik waved the man over, enjoying the confused expression on his face. Stone truly reminded him of a puppy at times. When Stone was close enough, Robotnik gestured towards the chair next to the bed.
“Sit. I can see how swollen your ankles are from here.”
“I’m fine,” Stone shook his head, but did as Robotnik commanded. He held his belly as he sat down, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he did so.
“Put your feet up here.”
After a bit of a struggle, Stone put his socked feet on the bed, right next to Robotnik’s hip. He hadn’t been lying when he mentioned how swollen Stone’s ankles and feet had gotten. Robotnik didn’t like it. He had a feeling in the next couple months he would have to fight for Stone to rest his body.
With shaking hands, Robotnik pushed the lap tray to the side and grabbed Stone’s ankle. It felt as if he was lifting a car with only his fingertips as he hauled Stone’s foot onto his lap. Clenching his jaw, Robotnik forced his stiff fingers to press into the arch of Stone’s foot. He doubted he was putting much pressure on it; most likely it felt as if a butterfly had landed on it with how weak Robotnik had become. But, that didn’t stop him from massaging Stone’s foot.
The hardest part of his recovery was the lost of movement in his fingers. All his life, his fingers had danced through the air and across keyboards, now, they moved like thick pieces of lumber.
So focused on his task, Robotnik didn’t look up at the man the foot was attached to.
Not until he heard a suspicious noise. Almost like a sniff.
“What…?” Robotnik raised his eyes to look at Stone’s face.
Only to see him covering his mouth, tears pooling in his eyes. Immediately, Robotnik dropped Stone’s foot and sat back as he tried to process Stone’s reaction. Surely he hadn’t hurt him!
Stone sniffled, trying to force back his tears as a proud smile broke out on his face.
“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, but his smile and tears didn’t diminish in the least.
“What is going on?” Robotnik furrowed his brows. What the hell was wrong with the man?
“I—” Stone shook his head as he wiped away his tears. “I’m proud of you, doctor. And I really appreciate you doing that for me.”
If possible, Stone’s smile was even brighter than before.
“Don’t treat me like a child,” Robotnik snapped.
“Sorry,” Stone’s attitude didn’t change. “But it was nice. I always thought it was cute when someone would do that for their pregnant partner.”
Cute!?
“Don’t you dare insinuate that I am cute!”
“I would never, doctor.”
Somehow, Robotnik knew Stone’s words weren’t sincere. Letting out a huff of frustration, he grabbed Stone’s foot again and started up his ministrations once more. His fingers were not as dexterous as before, and he didn’t know if they ever would be, but if he could at least do this for Stone, then maybe he wasn’t as useless as he thought.
Next to him, Stone let out a hum of pleasure. From his dopey smile, Robotnik decided that this would be a much better use of strengthening his fingers than any piece of equipment Stone got for him.
His plan for world domination might have come crumbling down, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t help raise the next Robotniks to do so in his stead.