Super Massive Black(ass)hole

“On your fucking knees!” A staggeringly annoying and impetuous voice commanded.

Shadow, the glow of his Super form and the tranquility inherent therein quickly fading, quirked a brow at the ridiculousness of the statement. Fur darkening, he turned and beheld Super Sonic floating like a gods-damned idiot. “Quit fooling around and revert.” Shadow growled, unamused.

Really, hedgehog, now of all times?

Rarely did the Doctor pull a stunt that required both hedgehogs to absorb the ridiculous firehose of chaos energy that the Emeralds produced but today had been one of those times. Robotnik had lost control of his latest eldritch horror, some god of this or that. Hate, pain, suffering, bad breath, who the fuck cared?

It had taken the combined might of Team Dark, Sonic’s misfit zoo of allies, and an abashed Ivo being drug by the ear by his digital daughter, along with both Super Sonic and Super Shadow, to save the planet, the timeline, or reality…again.

Suffices to say, Shadow was tired, irritated, and mildly disturbed at the near miss with beginning eternity alone early.

All he wanted was a long soak complete with a dump truck load of lavender-scented salts in near-boiling water, absolutely fucking alone with that new romance novel Amy had recommended, followed by having a cup of scalding hot coffee (black) and binge watch a random season of The Real Hausfrau of Empire City while Rouge talk over it about whatever weird sex thing she and the echidna had gotten up to recently. And Shadow certainly wouldn’t be imaging doing the same to Sonic.

And if anyone ever found out that’s what he’d wanted, Shadow would kill them and then himself.

“I’m a god, Shadow.” Fuck! The blazing hedgehog clenched his fists, chaotic fire encasing them. Glowing red eyes looked down on Shadow with a predatory hunger. “And you’re supposed to kneels before gods, Shadow.” Double fuck!

Shadow’s ears tilted back aggressively – and only out of unbridled aggression – and he narrowed his eyes. “I’d rather swallow my own tongue.”

Super Sonic licked his lips. “That’s cool, dude. We can start with breathplay.”

The empowered menace moved so fast, Shadow hardly had enough time to raise a hand before blinding white gloved fingers encompassed his neck and squeezed hard.

Dumbass. Like Shadow needed a larynx to kick his ass?

The black hedgehog curled up, lifted his feet, and ignited his airshoes directly in Super Sonic’s staggeringly handsome stupid, fucking, smug-ass face.

Of course, chaos energy fueled propulsion wasn’t going to do much, but it got Super Sonic to blink and in that microsecond, Shadow snapped out of his hold.

He was going to run.

NOT BECAUSE HE WAS A COWARD!

No, he was going to run because he needed to get them away as far away from here, where Sonic’s menagerie of polychromatic sycophants and Rouge would be looking for them both.

Anyway, Shadow was going to run. Unfortunately, the instant he materialized, an hypersonic kick impacted his skull and sent him a few miles in a straight-line, through plenty of until-then perfectly healthy trees, a small hillock of granite, and into the depths of a cold lake.

Ouch.

That…Shadow was going to need a moment after that.

Due to the massive brain damage he’d just sustained, Shadow wasn’t able to resist the urge to take a breath. Murky water rushed into his lungs and really pissed his alveoli off. Oh, Sonic was going to get it for this…a-after j-just…

…shit.

As Shadow’s body worked overtime to repair itself like the eager little immortality engine Gerald had designed it to be, his upper faculties took a cat nap. He’d been loosely associated particles plenty of times before. Shadow was a malignant cancer in the meat of the universe, and no treatment had been efficacious yet.

Red eyes glowed in the depths as he metastasized, pupils narrowed to serpentine slits. His form softened, became some disgusting, but more suited for the depths. The darkness around him grew clear as his senses expanded.

Which is why he felt the golden comet hit the surface of the lake before he saw it. Reacting with otherworldly finesse, the things that was very-much-Shadow-but-also-kinda-not-at-the-moment dodged the bullet of raging chaos energy. The water boiled around the glowing figure as it pivoted in the water, its stupid fucking face crumpled in confusion.

The operating system Shadow was running on didn’t have a flight response, so the whatever-the-fuck-this-was (I’m going to kill him! I’m going to kill him! I’m going to fucking kill him!) registered as a threat to Shadow’s [sic] dominance.

Squidow flared his limbs, enlarging himself. Any sane entity would be shitting its pants right about now.

“Fuck yes!” Its brilliant voice traveled through the water unimpeded, the very atoms afraid to get in its way. “Even-more-tentacles mode!” The golden, burning thing pumped a fist in foolhardy triumph. “You’re so in to this, you fucking hypocrite!” It bared its teeth at Squidow.

Thick, black, pulsating lengths wriggled through the water, latching on to and constricting the glow, hot, throbbing form. The contact burned, but the Master of the Deep was above such trivial sensations such as pain.

Squidow was a giver, never a receiver.

“I don’t know what you did with your holes, Shads,” The nasty, stupid, glowing thing leered and made noise through its ugly face gash, “so I’m just going to have to make some new ones!”

Black tendrils squeezed. The water was full of bubbles as the lake boiled away around them. Squidow was fine with this. He could (and had) swam in lava in this form before. He was unkillable.

He was a god! Unlike this faker!

The annoying pretender was flush with energy and Squidow just fucking chowed down on that shit. Flesh, chaos energy, he’d consume it all.

Shadow had been about fifteen seconds to being back to fully aware of what the fuck was going on and the boost of energy sent that timer to straight to zero.

Chaos fucking damn it!

Shadow recognized where he was, what he shaped like, and who he was currently trying to keep from tearing a gaping hole into him to fuck with his…holy shit, Shadow’d forgotten how well Super Sonic was hung. N-Nowhere close to the flexibility or length of Shadow, but- well, it gave Knuckles’ fist a run for its money in the girth department.

He released a cloud of pitched darkness and launched himself away as fast as his eleven – yes, his phallus was present and long enough to server multiple purposes in this form, fuck you for asking – limbs could carry him. A tactical reverse advance.

Shadow shot out of the water a disgusting abomination from the deepest, darkest reaches of hell and landed a fully formed and really fucking pissed hedgehog-shaped alien prince.

He was able to get one of his inhibitors off before a golden flash erupted from the lake. Shadow grit his teeth and braced himself for about a half-second before he realized what was really happening.

Ears firmly forward and tail not even daring to curl under him, Shadow raced a quickly expanding sphere of golden energy through the forest.

Fuck. Shadow did not care for Super Sonic using Chaos Blast. Fuck! No. Fuck. Not at all. FUCK! It was downright rude, to be frank. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

They would really need to have a calm discussion when all this was over. He’d only punch Sonic in the face a few dozen times. See? All civilized-like.

The Will of the Chaos Emeralds had always felt too much like the Hivemind to Shadow, so he rejected their dictates outright. Yes, he took their power when their goals happened to align with his, but he would not be bound to them in any sense. He would not be subservient to any will but his own.

Yes, one could argue he was ensnared by Maria and her wishes, but that, at its core, was untrue.

The fact of the matter was that Maria was gone and could not enforce her mandate. If Shadow then changed his mind, if he broke his promise, she could do nothing about it. Fulfilling her wish was exclusively his choice, for good or for ill, and that gave his promise a sacred air. It was a pure thing and protecting it pleased him.

Shadow skidded to a stop once the blast ceased growing. He turned and shuddered as he was faced with massive crater. The lake had just gained a huge annex and the far parts of it that hadn’t been obliterated were now pouring into the new, deep hole. Shadow shoved his inhibitor ring in his quills and went to take another off.

Terraforming generally demarcated the boundary between manageable and out of hand. Wanton slaughter of wildlife moved the needle into serious fucking problem.

Super Sonic floated over the destruction he had caused like a defiled star. His red eyes pierced right through Shadow and the air around the floating fool had ignited into a desecrated conflagration.

Gritting his teeth so hard his teeth squeaked, Shadow wasn’t sure if pointing out the wildlife Super Sonic had just massacred would snap the bastard to his senses or exacerbate the situation. Shadow had to play his cards extremely carefully.

No matter the case, Shadow had to prevent Super Sonic from causing additional habitat destruction. If he had to lend himself briefly as distraction (exclusively for the purpose of mitigating further damage and death and for no other reasons), then so be it.

“That’s enough, Sonic!” Shadow shouted, keeping an irritated edge in his voice. It would not do to let Super Sonic on to the degree of unease or fear he may or may not be feeling. None. An apex predator feels no fear.

Super Sonic tilted his head to the side. “But we’re just getting started, Shads. I can go all night and all day.” He grinned, hungry. “I can go forever.”

“Look around you, idiot! How many animals did you just eradicate because you wanted to get your dick wet?”

Super Sonic’s gaze moved from Shadow and he slowly looked around. Shadow shuddered from the sudden reprieve. Super Sonic’s attention had a palpable weight to it that did not excite Shadow in the least.

“Well,” Super Sonic crossed his arms over his chest, “none of this would have happened if you’d have just gotten on your knees, dude, so, like,” he grinned wolfishly, “that kinda makes it your fault, doesn’t it?”

Shadow snarled and his quills fully tensed under the obvious and clumsy attempt to aggravate his complicated relationship with guilt. It was extremely clear who was at fault and it sure as fuck wasn’t Shadow. “Are you fucking listening to yourself, hedgehog?”

Super Sonic frowned, his red eyes narrowing. That was all the warning Shadow received before the golden god was plowing a furrow into the rocky forest ground with Shadow’s back. A burning hand gripped his neck and choked so hard Shadow wasn’t able to breathe, let alone scream. The empowered hedgehog sat his weight on Shadow’s pelvis, both legs bracketing the darker’s hips.

A cloud of settling dirt and dust filled the air around them when the pair finally came to rest. Both of Shadow’s hands desperately pawed at Super Sonic’s grip around his neck and his ruby eyes were wild with a growing feral rage. The empowered hedgehog’s touch burned through flesh and sinew and bone.

Super Sonic had the fucking, bold-faced audacity grin down at Shadow and lick his lips once more. “See? Told you we’d start with breathplay. You were trying to make a liar out of me, Shads.” He shook head. “Can’t be havin’ that, dude.”

His grip tightened and Shadow’s lip curled up over his fangs. Super Sonic wasn’t just restricting his trachea, vital arteries were getting crushed as well. If this went on too much longer, Shadow would pass out or his body would revert to a basal form that required fewer resources.

Luckily, before Shadow’s vision tunnel too much, Super Sonic glanced at Shadow’s wrist, noticing the absence of one of his inhibitors. A shit-eating grin spread across his stupid fucking maw. “You’re taking me seriously.” His red eyes glowed with renewed excitement. “Should we see what happens with all four off?”

Shadow’s eyes shot wide.

No, no no no no no no no!

Under no circumstances was Shadow to remove all of his inhibitors anywhere near a planet…at least if he wanted the planet to be there when he put them back on. Tears pricked at Shadow’s eyes, and he shook his head in the negative with what little give he had with Super Sonic’s hand still wrapped around his neck.

Super Sonic seemed not to notice (or care). “I wonder, do they work if their attached to something that’s not connected to your body?” The Super cunt asked absently.

Shadow stilled and his ears pinned before he could stop them. The implied threat wasn’t the issue…but the memory in Shadow’s mind that provided the answer to that question on the other hand…

The moment of reverie gave Super Sonic plenty of opportunity of grasp and wrench Shadow’s hand outwards. His inhibitor glinted in the sunlight, the rare alloy untarnished even after everything he’d been through. Super Sonic pulled slowly on Shadow’s wrist and the hybrid snarled as his ligaments strained, then started to tear under the ramping force.

Fuck, he was going to pull Shadow’s arm off. Super Sonic’s hold on Shadow’s throat hadn’t lessened, so his limbs were growing numb, and he was teetering on the edge of passing out due to asphyxiation.

Maybe he should just pass out. Maybe Super Sonic would grow bored of his limp body and revert? Or would he go get his rocks off on someone else. Shadow couldn’t allow that…but he didn’t have much choice in the matter.

He only vaguely registered his shoulder dislocating.

He was cold.

Sonic was going to be so sorry when this was over.

Fighting the alluring call of unconsciousness, Shadow shifted his focus internally. Unlike blood and oxygen, his chaos energy could flow freely. His was running in a rapid loop through him, repairing, repopulating, rebuilding. With one of his inhibitors off, he had access to plenty of energy.

Just as the fine bones of his wrist started to splinter in Super Sonic’s grip and his bicep began tearing, Shadow flared his chaos energy. The sudden, violent burst of dark red was enough to get that sonofabitch to release his hold.

Shadow gasped as his throat reset itself, crushed tissued inflating back to normal shapes. He snapped from under Super Sonic, appearing a dozen feet away, his dislocated arm hanging limply.

Super Sonic had the gall to pout, but didn’t kick him halfway across the continent this time.

Glaring daggers at Super Sonic and maintaining all the eye contact, Shadow used his good arm to shove his dislocated one back into place. He grunted mutedly. He flexed his hand as his bones and muscles knitted themselves back together.

“See, you’re all bitchy about rough shit and then you go and just shrug everything off. How can I not push the envelope, man? Don’t you wanna know how hard you can actually take it?”

“And what if you actually killed me?” Impossible. “What then?” Shadow took a step closer.

Super Sonic’s shitty face fell, apprehension flittering over his features. He looked at the ground. “N-no, I wouldn’t…I’d-”

“What exactly about how you’ve been acting makes you think you’d actually stop?” Shadow took another step closer. “Huh? Well?”

Super Sonic lowered to stand on the ground. He seemed very interested in his hands. His brilliant pelt flickered, a flash of blue.

“I’m waiting.” Shadow was close now. He reached a hand out.

Super Sonic’s gaze, ripples of green besmirching the fields of red, lifted to Shadow. “Shadow, I-“

Shadow’s ear flicked and Super Sonic’s bloody gaze shift at the same time.

Oh, dear Gaia below, no. The bottom fell out of Shadow’s stomach and his hackles rose. The situation had been teetering on the border between manageable and problematic, but a new option was muscling its way in: downright fucking disastrous.

The familiar thurm of Miles’ tails spinning filtered through the trees. The clever fox had likely detected through some technological means that Sonic remained in his Super State. It could be very reasonably assumed that the cause for Sonic’s lack of reversion was the continued existence of some sort of threat. Therefore his friends were zeroing in on the idiot’s location to render aid.

Little did they know that the threat that remained was the fucking blue blur himself...

Super Sonic took advantage of Shadow’s minute distraction and pinned the hybrid to the ground, ass hitched up. Shadow snarled, but a searing hand pressed tightly against his shoulder blades, branding his back and leaving his head only a modicum of movement. “Motherfucker, let me up!” He snarled.

Shadow heard Sonic’s friends arrive. “S-Sonic?” Miles asked innocently. “Are you okay?” Was Sonic okay? Shadow tried to not hold the misguided concern against the fox, but he failed.

“Oh, hey guys.” Super Sonic’s sardonic smirk never faded. “Welcome to the afterparty.”

“Get out of here, you idiots!” Shadow grunted as loud as he could, give his chest was being crushed and his face was being pinned to the dirt.

“Sonic, what are you doing to Shadow?” Came Amy’s voice. “Let him up!”

“Ignore me! Just- gah!” Shadow tried again to warn these idiots, but Super Sonic crushed the air from his lungs.

“We’re just having some fun!” The sadist had the audacity to try to explain himself. “What’s the harm in that, right?”

“Sonic…” Even from his low vantage, Shadow could tell the gears were whirring in Miles’ head, clearly spinning up some ridiculous plan to interfere. As if Shadow, The Ultimate Lifeform, needed rescuing!

“Come on, man, this ain’t cool.”

“Don’t be such a buzz kill, Knuckles.” Super Sonic’s voice was gaining an edge of irritation. And that wasn’t a good thing. “Me and Shads do this all the time! Letting off a little steam.”

“Sonic, this isn’t funny. Get off Shadow and release the Emeralds.” Shadow could hear Amy tightening the grip on her hammer. Shit, shit, shit!

“I dunno, Ames.” Super Sonic leered, the dumb, stupid, moronic, fucking cunt. “You sure you don’t want a taste of a hedgehog sandwich?”

Shadow closed his eyes and knocked his forehead into the ground. Sonic was going to regret saying that. Of all the bullshit and destruction and no matter what Super Sonic did to Shadow, Sonic would regret propositioning Amy the most…and for good fucking reason. “You fucking, idiot.”

With his superior hearing, Shadow heard Amy’s breath hitch and the scrape of her boots as she retreated a half step.

“Gross, dude.” Knuckles commented.

“Oh, fuck off, Knuckles. Like you haven’t wanted a taste before.”

“Okay, let’s all just calm down.” Miles tried to mediate.

Shadow’s ear twitched as he heard the familiar putt-putt of the Eggmobile. Fucking great…

“What are you animals doing now!?” The Doctor also seemed to have no clue what was good for him…

“Oh, hey, Egghead is here.” Super Sonic’s voice hardened. “Fuck off.”

“What the hell are you doing to Shadow, you degenerate rodent!? Ugh, Is this a sexual thing?”

“You want a personal demonstration, egg-for-brains?”

The pressure on Shadow’s back lessoned and he took advantage of the space. “All you idiots need to fucking get clear!” He snarled before Super Sonic slammed him back into the dirt.

An 8-bit chime announced the appearance of Ivo’s latest attempt asexually reproduce. “Sonic the Hedgehog,” Sage addressed Super Sonic, “any aggressive action against my Father or his interests will constitute in a breach of the armistice currently in place between our factions.”

“Are you threatening me with a good time, Sage?” Super Sonic sneered.

Sonic’s friends released a chorus of protestations. Shadow had to rely on his hearing to determine who was where, given Super Sonic had his face planted squarely in the dirt.

“Father, it would be wise to retreat for now.” The hollow-eyed projection drawled in monotone. “Sonic’s judgement is clearly compromised and drawing his attention from Shadow is ill-advised.”

“You disgust me!” The Doctor shouted before slamming his fist onto the console of his Eggmobile. The cover slid closed, obscuring the human from view and it pivoted in the air.

As the Doctor zoomed away, Super Sonic used his middle finger to fling a low powered Chaos Spear at the retreating pod. The Spear hit its mark and the Eggmobile spun in the air a few times before jetting off even faster.

“Now, where was I?”

“You need to stop, Sonic!” Tails called, probably surreptitiously tapping away at his Miles Electric.

“Whatever is going on, we can help you!” There was Amy with the appeal to ethos…

“Look, ya’ll can watch if you want. I’m totally cool with that, but I ain’t gonna be responsible for anyone caught in the blast radius.”

“Arrogant son-of-a-bitch.” Shadow bit out. Did he have to do everything himself? Tapping into Super Sonic like he was an Emerald, Shadow snarled, “Chaos Control!” and took him and the glowing sex pest far away from the gaggle of polychromatic dumbasses.

Shadow’s geometry was off a bit and the pair appeared about quarter mile above a wide grassy plain on the opposite side of the planet. Let those idiots find them now…

Super Sonic continued floating, but Shadow fell like a stone.

The muscles of his back rippled as an impulse surged through him. Through sheer force of will, Shadow intimidated his instincts back into line. He didn’t feel like presenting Super Sonic with the opportunity to rip his wings off like the psychopath was torturing a fly. He’d been pinned down enough today, thank you.

Shadow plummeted and didn’t really do much to slow his free fall or otherwise prepare to hit the ground, because he was about 99.9% certain Super Sonic was just going to snatch him right out of the goddamn air. In the meantime, he unclasped the other inhibitor from his wrist and stored. He was going to need an extreme level of bandwidth soon.

Going Super was one of the reason Sonic needed Shadow to occasionally rearrange his organs violently with his massive half-alien cock.

No one understood except Shadow because no one else had gone Super except Shadow. Well, yes, technically, also, Silver, but he wasn’t really available normally, fucking off to the future as he was want to do after everything had settled. The sheer amount of chaos energy paired with the unearthly will of the Emeralds was intoxicating. Suddenly all things became possible.

Shadow made his own luck. His dreams and goals, whatever they may be, would be fulfilled with his own hands, under his own power. The Emeralds could fuck all the way off with their Monkey’s Paw, Djinni Wish bullshit.

Sonic, on the other hand, occasionally said five more minutes.

Like right fucking now.

So, given Sonic had a fucking horrible relationship with brinkmanship and a worse one with his own mortality, Shadow had toyed around with a few ideas to deal with shit like exactly this.

Like clockwork, just as Shadow was about to impact the windswept plain, Super Sonic plowed into him and plowed a long trench with the hybrid through the topsoil, ruining a stretch of otherwise pleasant pasture. His bones resetting, Shadow groaned as he rolled over. His regeneration rate was asymptotically approaching infinity, so physical damage wasn’t really an issue, but he was getting tired.

Super Sonic lowered and collected Shadow into his arms, pressing the black hedgehog into his chest, burning away Shadow’s fur and flesh as fast as it could grow back. “You know I love you so fucking much, right?” He whispered.

Oh, hell no!

Shadow’s razor-sharp claws pierced through the reinforced fingertips of his leather gloves and attempted to stab into luminescent flesh but failed. Fuck, that pissed Shadow off and he clawed ruthlessly at Super Sonic’s back, desperate to draw blood, craving to rend flesh from bone, needing to shred the fucking, stupid, gods-damn fucking fool to death!

Super Sonic laughed. “Am I gonna have to clip your claws, kitten?” As Shadow began to snarl some nasty retort, Super Sonic pressed his snout to the crook of Shadow’s neck and bit down hard. Whatever the hybrid was going to say warped into a scream.

Shadow’s body briefly went limp, Super Sonic’s bite severing crucial nerves in the hybrid’s neck. Apparently, that was the opening Super Sonic had been waiting for, because, without letting up with his mouth, he rolled forward, ripped Shadow’s legs apart, lined his glowing, throbbing cock up with the newly exposed hole, and jammed it in.

Shadow bit through his tongue to keep from releasing any sound – which, to be clear, would be a snarl of rage or similar emotion, not a moan. Absolutely not a moan of pain or otherwise. Super Sonic, shameless slut that he was, did release a filthy, throaty moan of “Fuuucking finally!”

Super Sonic’s burned inside Shadow. Rarely prior had Shadow ever touched Super Sonic without being Super himself let alone been penetrated. They’d fucked on the moon once while super after a particularly harrowing fight.

But that had been as equals.

This…this wasn’t that.

Super Sonic did not see Shadow as his equal.

And Shadow was about to show him the gods-damned error of his ways.

Being forged partially for pure, unadulterated chaos energy and effectively being a massive world scourging bomb without his inhibitors, Shadow had developed, out of necessity, a heightened ability to manage and direct chaos energy. The chaos energy pouring through Super Sonic, for instance.

As Super Sonic attempted to satisfy the power-addled, pea-sized, discarded condom he called a brain, drilling into Shadow at a speed that was liquefying the ground around them, the half-alien abomination made their connection a little tighter. Shadow sent his energy into Super Sonic where it took a hungry hold.

Shadow tugged lightly on Super Sonic’s energy, and it flowed freely into him, the arrogant prick not worried about his supply in the least. Perhaps even his energy was fed up with his bullshit.

Super Sonic’s blazing cock, pitoning into Shadow’s unwilling asshole had caused just a little damage (liquified liver, ruptured spleen, burst large intestine, splintered ribs, bruised lungs, crushed heart, snapped spine, dislocated hip, gored pancreas, torn kidneys). Not that Shadow couldn’t handle becoming little more than a furry, blood-soaked cocksleeve, but he was really craving that hot bath right about now.

Enough fucking around.

The damage had dulled Shadow’s ability to feel pain to some extent, but that all rushed back as he became less a loosely bagged collection of viscera and more operational hedgehog-like entity. And the pain just further solidified his resolve to make Sonic pay!

A brush of platinum rolled over his fur and Shadow’s eyes rolled back in his skull. For a brief moment all the pain became unadulterated pleasure and his toes curled.

Fuck, none of that. Shadow grit his teeth. The last gods-damned thing he needed was to go Super again himself. Much in the same way Sonic’s personality got warped by the overwhelming power of the Emeralds, so did Shadow’s…and the attitude adjustment would work counter to his current goals.

Though? Could he twist this into a redux of that time on the moon?

Shadow growled at himself. He was mad, gods-dammit and he was going to stay mad for as long as it took!

He yanked on Super Sonic’s energy and it flooded into Shadow through the massive hole burned open into Shadow by the lack of two inhibitor rings.

Now, it was at this point that Shadow could fully drain Super Sonic’s chaos energy away. Over the course of ten or twenty minutes, if the glowing dumbass didn’t notice in the meantime, Shadow could force Sonic out of his Super State for lack of energy to maintain it.

But what was the fun in that?

And besides, Shadow had a lesson to teach.

Running in the opposite direction of Super Sonic’s, Shadow’s vicious Black Arms-flavored energy dug its tiny, little alien claws into Super Sonic and began crawling through him, tainting every shred of power the fool contained. Like an infestation, like an infection, quickly – but not fucking quickly enough! – Shadow’s energy integrated fully with Super Sonic’s.

“That’s enough.” Shadow said, though his voice was a little muffled, given how far his face was buried into Super Sonic’s shoulder. “Chaos Control!”

Super Sonic froze. “W-what…the f-fuck?” He managed to ask through a paralyzed larynx.

Slowly, with jerking, wooden movements, Super Sonic extracted himself from Shadow and lifted off him. Inside, his energy was trashing like a wounded lion, but, tough fucking luck, The Vanguard was in charge right now.

One could not be expected to rule over vast swathes of the cosmos, ravaging and dominating countless planets and minds, without being able to control the very power that supported that tyranny. Shadow was designed to master chaos energy and Super Sonic was about to learn exactly how literally.

Shadow lay for a moment, chest heaving and eyes slightly unfocused. He was dirty. His quills were smushed and tangled. His ass hurt. He didn’t even bother to do an inventory of his internal organs.

Shadow was really, fucking pissed!

But worst of all, even as the bastard stood absolutely dominated, barely able to breathe on his own, let alone move, Super Sonic still managed to grin with eager excitement.

Shadow stood, murder having a field day in his eyes. “Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees!” He roared.

Super Sonic’s legs buckled and he slammed down into the loose dirt. His crimson eyes trembled as his pea brain tried to figure out just exactly how much he was boned right now. The answer? There weren’t enough words in every language to describe how utterly, completely, totally, and massively boned Super Sonic was right now.

“Good.” Shadow smiled with a sick satisfaction. “Where you belong.”

Super Sonic managed to snort. He knelt, completely helpless and paralyzed…and yet he had the biggest, fucking erection Shadow had ever seen on the stupid son-of-a-bitch. Sonic did not have a knot. Super Sonic did.

“I could kick you square in the dick and you’d not even flinch.” Shadow growled, extremely excited disgusted at the prospect.

“E-emeralds, b-b-baby!” Super Sonic barely managed to get the syllables out of his stupid mug, and yet still sounded like an obnoxious prick.

Super Sonic slammed his face into the dirt and hiked up his ass, tail obediently plastered to the side, presenting beautifully. Shadow sauntered slowly around to his place of honor, dragging his claws along Super Sonic’s back.

“I-I-I d-don’t th-think I’ve b-been s-s-so h-hard, Sh-sh-shads.” Super Sonic vibrated as he struggled to break Shadow’s control. Good luck, asshole. Shadow was bred to hold dominion over lesser lifeforms.

“You would enjoy this, wouldn’t you.” Shadow growled, positioning behind Super Sonic’s immaculate, golden ass. Touching himself, Shadow began to disgorge his own throbbing, eager length. Fuck, he’d been uncomfortably hard the whole time save for the period when Super Sonic had pulverized his internal organs.

The monstrous thing twisted in his hand and Shadow guided it to Super Sonic’s pucker. With no preamble, the head went needle thin and wormed its way inside. Super Sonic released a few shuddering noises as Shadow’s prick found it way deep inside the obstinate idiot.

The asshole’s asshole burned like the gods-damned sun on the inside too and somehow that made Shadow even harder. Heat. Fuck, he couldn’t get burned enough. Scorching, searing warmth. It was worth any amount of pain not to be cold.

Shadow began to pump his hips and his length undulated as it dug itself ever deeper. He dismissed the urge to lay eggs in Sonic’s stomach the long way.

“I should fucking break your scrawny neck after the trouble you’ve caused.”

He sped up, bracing himself by digging his claws into Super Sonic’s taunt cheeks. He allowed Super Sonic a little more control of his throat and lungs. The bastard took the privilege and used it to whine and moan like the whore he was.

“Maybe I’ll lay my brood in you and leave you paralyzed while they gestate and eventually eat their way out of your still living body? You’re a god, right? Isn’t that what started this little exercise in disrespect? Gods can’t die so I can lay clutch after clutch in that empty cavernous expanse between your ears.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Super Sonic chanted lowly as Shadow worked his body like a puppet.

“You crave this, you wretched, worthless shit smear! You lust to be under me, to take my cock so fucking deep you could French with my tip because you’re too gods damned braindead to do otherwise. I’m going to fill you so much you’re going to be ninety percent cum by volume!”

“Ngh! I’mma- Shit, I’m going to-“

“Say my fucking name, you piece of shit!” Shadow snarled, bits of froth forming at the edge of his muzzle, as he railed Super Sonic’s ass like the world depended on it (which, let’s be honest, it might…it really fucking might!). “Who owns your dumb fucking worthless body and soul?”

“SHADOW!” Super Sonic’s chaos infused voice boomed through the landscape, startling wildlife and shattering windows for miles around. With the equivalent force of an ICBM launching, the stupid motherfucker came. Hard.

A verdant field of flowers erupted into existence around them as Super Sonic came just fucking all over the ground beneath them, his seed literally breathing new life into existence. It was gorgeous. It was terrifying. It beggared fucking belief shit-for-brains had it in him to begin with.

Showoff, Shadow thought aggressively, but he appreciated how nice the display smelled.

There wasn’t a doubt in Shadow’s mind that, had Super Sonic had come in him, the hybrid would become very, very impregnated. Shadow was disgustingly full of eager little, fertile eggs and Super Sonic was clearly botanically virile.

As Super Sonic bucked wildly from his orgasm, each jerk stronger than the kickback on Shadow’s favorite Glock, Shadow was pretty relieved to have dodged a (literal? figurative?) bullet.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck!” Super Sonic gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my gods-damned life.” He looked over his shoulder at Shadow with bleary, orgasm blind eyes. “Chaos, I fucking I love you, Shads.”

Shadow narrowed his eyes to hide how dilated they were. “You disgust me.”

That stupid smirk returned. “Shit, I’m going to come again you keep talking like that.”

With a wet sound, Shadow evacuated Super Sonic and began spooling his cock around his hand. They weren’t done. It was time to put that post-nut clarity to good use.

As he fed himself back into his pouch, Shadow directed Super Sonic’s chaos energy to rip to fucking shreds 10% of the cells in golden hedgehog’s body. Super Sonic screamed so loud Shadow’s ear drums burst and all the flowers laid flat.

“I am done with your bullshit, Sonic.” Shadow hissed, allowing Super Sonic to collapse.

“T-thaaat…” Super Sonic slurred, “huurt.”

Shadow directed Super Sonic’s body to heal itself, but only so he could destroy it again. “Revert.” He commanded.

Yes, Shadow could force Super Sonic to revert easily, but the idiot needed to do it willingly…or as willingly as one could when they were being deconstructed on a cellular level over and over again.

Super Sonic panted, lifting to his hands and knees. “How are you even doing this, d-dude?”

15%

The ground trembled and the flowers wilted.

“F-fuck…What the fuck?” Super Sonic panted desperately as his body rebuilt itself.

“Revert, Sonic! You think this hurts? I’m not even targeting your nerve endings yet.”

“Are y-you threatening m-me with a g-g-good time?”

20%

Super Sonic didn’t have the proper equipment or mental connections to scream. He collapsed, a storm of concentrated chaos energy and meat.

What a baby. Shadow had rebuilt himself from less countless times since they’d started this little adventure.

The fucking second Super Sonic possessed the faculties to do so, he started talking. “M-Maybe, m-m-m-maybe no m-more d-d-dude.”

“Oh? Are you sure?”

“A-a-assssshole.”

“Alright, let’s do this again.”

“N-no! S-stop, dude, stop!”

“I’ll fucking stop when you drop the Form, Sonic!”

“Sweet Gaia, f-fine! Fuck!”

The power ebbed out of Super Sonic like a sigh, bizarrely gentle given the level of violence the pair had been engaged in until then. Blazing gold faded to a deep, calm blue. Bloody red irises transformed into tired verdant emeralds.

With the energy went Shadow’s reigns of control.

“Oof…head rush.” Sonic mumbled before falling. Shadow rushed forward to catch him.

Sonic blinked slowly and Shadow lifted him to his feet. “You good?” The hybrid asked.

“Yeah.” Sonic shook his head. “Yeah, I think I’m good, dude.”

“Good.” Faster than the mortal eye could follow, Shadow socked Sonic in the face with enough force that Sonic’s quickly retreating form released a sonic boom as it broke the sound barrier.

Shadow found Sonic embedded in the trunk of a massive oak tree, the blue bastard having felled five similar specimens before his dumb ass was stopped. He grabbed Sonic’s protruding foot and ripped him free, tossing the idiot unceremoniously to the forest floor.

“Fuck you, Shadow.” Sonic whined. “That hurt.”

“Fuck you, Sonic!” Shadow hissed, looming over the azure pain-in-his-ass, red eyes burning with hatred.

“F-Fair.” Sonic cringed. “I-I kinda over did it, didn’t I?”

Shadow dropped to sit next Sonic’s prone form. “Don’t ever fucking do that again!” When Sonic didn’t immediately swear off being a fucking moron, Shadow glared down at him.

“I-I’ll try.” Sonic sat up, groaning. Shadow could sense the chaos energy coursing through Sonic, so he knew he hadn’t done any permanent damage. That fact made Shadow want to punch him again.

“But, Shadow, what was that? I felt like a damn puppet!” Sonic’s gorgeous stupid eyes sparkled in a way that didn’t make Shadow’s stomach flutter at all. “Fuck that was hot.”

Shadow scowled. He wasn’t in the mood to explain anything to this idiot. “You are the weirdest, you know that? You’re a freak. An utter fool and a freak.”

Sonic’s face took on that infuriatingly smug shit-eating- – and Shadow would feed that fucker shit for what he’d done! – grin. “Yeah, but I’m your fool.” His stupid, fucking brilliant green eyes lidded (gods-damn Shadow hated his guts so much). “I’m a freak for you.”

Shadow blushed. Shit, he really must be tired for that lame line to work on him. He smirked. “You’re gods-“ A tone, like whale song echoed in the recesses of his mind, “godssss” Dark tendrils started to eat away at the edge of his vision, pulling him…pulling…“d-damned..”

“Shadow?” Sonic’s voice was garbled, as if coming through an ocean…ocean that dissolved the weak mewlings of lesser lifeforms into nothingness.

“-right.” Shadow fell over, unconscious.

The interiority of the Hivemind didn’t really follow cartesian logic, but now that it was relegated exclusively to Shadow’s mind, it played by his rules.

But it did not play fair.

Shadow lay on the cold steel of an operating table, his limbs tied tightly to poles at each corner, leaving him spread eagle. He snarled and pulled, but there was little give. Lifting into the air around him was ring of raised rows of seats, all filled with copies of Shadow who leered down at him with various shades of disdain, hatred, disgust, and hunger.

Shadow struggled to keep his ears from pinning. A finger ran along the shell of one black triangle and he shivered. “Always so ashamed of what it wants.” A voice that sounded like his spoke. From his periphery, a new copy of himself emerged, clad in a bleached white laboratory coat and wearing glasses with circular frames.

“Fuck you!” Shadow hissed.

His knock-off made no response, but an eye opened on the thing’s forehead. Shadow’s heart stuttered in his chest and his ears did pin flat against his skull. The third eye glared at him with a burning red and yellow iris, the pupil a sharp spike.

Shadow bared his fangs and renewed his efforts to break free. The third eye pulsed and began to glow. Shadow’s thoughts scattered like his brains from a headshot and he went limp, his vision blurring.

W-wha…?

“Now,” the bespectacled doppelganger said with Shadow’s voice, “let us see what makes this unit so defective.” It leaned forward, scalpel in hand, and the lights glared off its glasses, obscuring its eyes from view, but the glow of its third eyes was undimmed.

Shadow’s head lolled to a side as the bits of his brain floated like mote of dust in a sunbeam, disconnected and oblivious.

He hissed weakly as the scalpel bit into his flesh right below his sternum. The pain was sharp and searing. He tried to focus on it, bringing the bits of his mind back together.

Shadow as an old hat at using pain to center himself. He’d endured pain on the ARK, pain in the pursuit of illusory revenge, pain at the hand of his ‘family’. So much gods damned pain…Pain was a sign of his freedom. These distorted fragments wouldn’t be torturing him if he’d submitted to their treacherous whims.

“Obviously.” The other Shadow sighed. “We wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just accept yourself, you know. You’re choosing this by rejecting your nature.” Satisfied with the slices, it laid down the scalpel and thrusted its clawed hands into Shadow’s body cavity.

His back arched as his vision whited out.

“Now, let’s try to find the malfunction.” It said calmly as it began to pull long strings of dark-colored flesh coated in green blood from him. It…it was disemboweling him alive. “We’ll fix you, Shadow, just you be patient.”

Shadow hissed violently, thrashing against his binds, froth forming along his muzzle. The thing that looked like him, its arms covered in his viscera, turned to face him. That grotesque third eye pulsed with authority, a poisonous promise that everything was alright and he should just relax.

Snarling like an animal, Shadow did not fucking relax. Nearly blinded by the pain of fingers tearing out his liver, he released his hold on any form of sanity, let some feral part of him take the wheel.

The mindscape lost coherency. The medical theater warped, bits fading while others twisted in impossible ways. The gathered multitude broke out into a discordant chorus of screeches.

This is my mind. My body. My soul!

The binds that had held him got a little theoretical and Shadow wrenched his limbs free. His claws fully unsheathed and he buried them into the face of the bespectacled doppelganger. His guts reformed in the correct positions as he tore the embodiment of his parental insecurities into two bloody chunks.

I alone determine my fate!

The ground bucked and shimmered, but Shadow couldn’t give a shit. Going to all fours on the dissection table, he leapt into the risers like a fucking cat. The foul facsimiles scattered, hissing and screeching unintelligibly. They only vaguely resembled him now as their features elongated and decomposed into nightmarish amalgamations of his insecurities.

I am Shadow the Hedgehog, and I will not allow anyone else to define me.

Shadow tore through the crowd like a beast. By fang and claw and fist and spin dash, he eradicated the whole unholy lot.

“Disgusting black creatures…” Shadow growled as silence filled his headspace. The space settled, distortions fading until it was nothing more than a grotesque room filled with quickly dissolving corpses.

Covered in bright green gore and viscera, Shadow stumbled to the door of the surgery theater and wrenched it open. A pure, black void extended out into a bleak eternity of nothingness.

He was alone.

As he should be.

As he would always be.

Shadow’s eyelids fluttered open. Thick steam obscured his vision, and the sharp stab of sulfur affronted his snout. A pleasant burning enveloped his body, singeing his fur away and damaging his flesh in a uniform way. He squinted as a bubble rose before him and popped, releasing a pungent breath of gas.

He was lounging in an actively erupting geyser.

Holy fucking hell did it feel nice.

Shadow felt like he could melt into a viscus puddle, his muscles were so relaxed. His soft tissues were literally cooking, but that’s what his Black Arms DNA and utter gobs of chaos energy was for.

He felt his wrists and found his inhibitors securely attached. He allowed a small smile to ghost his muzzle.

Pretty sure he had a good idea of how he ended up here, Shadow twisted his head against the rock it laid on. Tightly balled and trembling, near the lip of the geyser, but far enough away not to burn his fool self, was Sonic.

Regular blue Sonic, thank the gods.

“Hey.” Shadow’s voice was rough, from the fight and from the damage caused by all the noxious fumes he was breathing in. “Sonic…”

The ball relaxed and Sonic uncurled slowly. His eyes dull and fur an utter travesty, the fucking idiot was a wreck. “Shads…”

“You good?” Shadow asked. He blinked slowly, clearing some calcium trying to crystalize along his eyelashes.

Sonic frowned and nodded vigorously. “I’m good.” He crawled towards Shadow, flinching back when a bubble burst from the surface of the geyser and sprayed boiling water over the edge. He brought his legs tightly to his chest and scooted closer on his butt, like a dog. “I’m so good.”

Shadow closed his eyes. His energy was moving smoothly through him, repairing and regrowing damaged organs and flesh. The heat was soothing, a deeply penetrating calm that gave very channel his chaos energy passed through a good flush. He needed this.

Sonic couldn’t abide a silence and opened his fucking mouth. “So, like…I’m sorry. I really fucking lost it this time. I went too far and I really went hard and I’m sorry.”

Shadow opened his eyes to see Sonic’s desperate emeralds. “Like you could ever hurt me.” He huffed. “I am-

“The Ultimate Lifeform.” Sonic said at the same time. “Yeah, I might have heard something about that.” The blue motherfucker smirked. “But even so, I’m still sorry. Just because you can take it…doesn’t mean you should have to…”

Shadow wasn’t blushing. He was submerged in literal boiling water. That’s why his cheeks and ears were red. Duh. He cleared his throat. “You should be apologizing to Amy and your friends.”

Sonic’s eyes went wide. “Fuck me” No, thank you. Maybe later. “…right…Gods why did I say all that nasty shit to Amy?” Shadow didn’t answer. He didn’t have anything to add. “I got to make it up to her, somehow…” He dig his fingers into his scalp. “Idiot, idiot, idiot!”

The subject needed to change. Shadow did not currently have the patience to guide Sonic out of a self-loathing spiral. His brow lifted. “Hell, you might owe the Doctor an apology as well. I think he shat his pants.”

Sonic grimaced. “Yeah, well, serves that turd right. None of this would have happened if he hadn’t been a crazy megalomaniac asshole.”

“Or,” Shadow crinkled his snout, “if you had a gods-damned ounce of self-control, Sonic.”

Sonic hugged his legs tighter. “You’re right.” He buried his face, nearly fully curling into a ball. If it weren’t for Shadow superior hearing, he would have missed Sonic’s next line. “There is something wrong with me. I’m a danger to everyone.”

Shadow sighed heavily through his snout. Sonic was stealing his lines…“I suppose this makes us even.”

Sonic’s ears perked and he lifted his face up enough for his dull, green eyes to peak over his knees. “Even for what?”

Shadow swallowed. His shame was so thick and sticky he could barely get the words free of his throat. “The Metal Virus.”

Sonic froze, memories no doubt playing before his mind’s eye.

Mixing Black Arms DNA with a virulent, polymorphic, auto-networking virus had been…very, extremely, terrifyingly bad. The shambling mass of Zombots had been masterless, spreading like a mindless mold across the ground, consuming and assimilating indiscriminatingly…until Shadow joined the network.

Or, rather, the Zombots joined the Hivemind.

Cold. So cold…

Sonic unfurled and sat up straight, his eyes large and pupils minute. Shadow refused to meet his gaze, choosing to sink lower in the ridiculously hot water instead. Still, he shivered because the chill was in his soul.

“Shadow, that wasn’t- L-Look, I-I-I forgave you, okay? Everyone forgave you for that. W-we fixed it! There isn’t anything to be even for.” Sonic scrambled dangerously close to the edge and Shadow sank further, until his muzzle was covered and sulfurous, scaling water traveled up into his nasal cavity (now there’s a burn for you). He was getting a brand-new epidermis from this soak. “You- you- you- got to let that go, man.”

Let it go.

Shadow had an eternity and he still doubted that was enough time to learn to let it go. How could he when his failures carved themselves into the inside of his skull?

“That was…That wasn’t you, man.” Sonic huffed.

Shadow rose enough to speak. “Like that wasn’t you today?”

Sonic’s eyes widened. He laughed ruefully. “Touché, I guess. Not the same, but touché…”

Gods, it was fucked up how much of the survival of the whole fucking planet depended on Shadow and Sonic holding it the fuck together.

The growing silence got the better of Sonic and he asked, “Why do you like being super hot, anyways? Like I get that you are super hot, but, like, what be like…you know what I mean? It’s not like…you’re not burning yourself because of like…you being…”

“It’s not a form of self-harm, Sonic.” Shadow rolled his eyes. Why did he like to be as hot as possible? Because it was cold hurdling through the vacuum of space. Because it was cold in the stillness and silence of the stasis tank. Because it was cold in the thrall of the Hivemind. Because if Shadow was hot, he was free. “I just enjoy it. Is that a crime?”

“N-no, of course not. Shit, I didn’t mean to…fuck, I’m such a mess…”

Shadow sighed and he shifted to look at Sonic. The bastard was a mess. Quills and fur beyond unkempt. Dirty and blood coating every inch of his disgusting body…that Shadow suddenly felt an overpowering urge to lick off Sonic.

“Theres probably cooler pools around here. Maybe we could soak together and you could clean your filthy self.”

Sonic perked at the suggestion.

With a smirk, Shadow lifted himself out of the nearly boiling water. The temperature change was bracing on his freshly grown flesh, and steam rose off him like an aura. With a flash of chaos energy, Shadow dried himself off completely. He didn’t have a brush or his usual accoutrement of hygiene products, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to wander around sopping wet.

Sonic’s eyes went wide and he stood beside Shadow. “Oh my Gaia, are you super fluffy right now?”

“As a newborn hoglet.” Shadow opened his arms and was instantly pancaked onto his back as Sonic motorboated his chest fluff.

“Fuuuuuuuuck, it’s so soft!” The idiot squealed.

Who knows, maybe they then had totally vanilla sex or something. Stranger things had happened.