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~Ring ring! Ring ring!~
Sonic groaned as he sat up on the couch, the loud ringing of his telephone
waking him from his afternoon nap. Didn't people realise that saving the
world was hard work? He thought he deserved a little relaxation after all
these years!
Sighing, the Blue Blur leaned over and picked up the receiver, holding it
to his ear. "Hello?" he asked irritably, rubbing at his eyes.
"Hello there, blue boy."
Sonic nearly dropped the phone, snapped out of his grogginess by Rouge's
voice. It had been two months since the little "incident" at Rouge's home,
and it didn't seem like Rouge had spoken about it... but at every
opportunity she made a small, seemingly-innocent comment that let Sonic
know she remembered it. Such as offering to take him lingerie shopping
with her and Amy, or asking if he wanted to try on her new high heels.
"What do you want, Rouge?" Sonic asked coldly, electing a giggle from the
treasure huntress.
"Oh, Sonic, is that anyway to talk to an old friend? My mother always did
say when you lend someone your outfit, you're friends for life!" she
laughed. Sonic sighed and pinched between his eyes.
"Rouge..."
"Oh, fine," she giggled, Sonic almost able to hear her rolling her eyes.
"I need to ask a favour. An act at my club got canceled, so I need someone
to fill in."
"Not interested," Sonic stated almost immediately, preparing to slam the
phone down.
"Oh, I think you should be! Considering the footage I have of you..."
The colour drained from the hedgehog's cheeks. "F... f... footage?"
"Why yes, darling! What, did you think a jewel collector like myself
WOULDN'T have some sort of security camera?"
Sonic went silent, so Rouge continued. "Oh, and the pictures I printed off
with it. You relaxing in a bubble bath, you checking out yourself in the
mirror, you at my vanity... and of course, the completely made over you
striking a sexy pose! Why, if anyone say these pictures I doubt ANYONE
would believe you had been forced into it!"
Sonic found himself swallowing hard as he realised the predicament he was
in. Letting out another sigh, he hung his head in defeat.
"I'll be right over."
Thirty seconds later (slow for Sonic, Rouge noted) there was a knock at
Rouge's door. Answering it, she grinned at Sonic's glum expression.
"Sonic, darling, so glad you could make it! Come in, come in!" she
giggled, standing aside and letting him in. Stepping inside, he grimaced
as he noticed the pictures she had been threatening him with on her table,
proving it wasn't a bluff. The white bat giggled and sashayed over to the
table, picking them up.
"Don't you look sexy in them, Sonic? I especially love this one!" she
grinned, holding up a pic of Sonic, fully dressed in her clothes, with one
hand on his head, one hand on his hip, and a sexy smile on his face.
"What do you want from me, Rouge?" Sonic demanded with a sigh, cutting
straight to the chase. Rouge pouted as she slipped the photos into a brown
envelope.
"You're no fun... anyway, as I mentioned, I need you to fill in for an act
tonight at Club Rouge."
"Doing WHAT?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Singing," she stated plainly. "Just singing."
Sonic raised an eyebrow. "I... uh... oh. That doesn't actually sound so
bad."
Rouge's pink lips spread into a grin, showing her fangs. "So you'll do
it?"
"Sure, I guess. I'll do it!" Sonic smiled and gave a thumbs up.
"Wonderful!" Rouge giggled happily. She stepped forward, planting a kiss
on Sonic's cheek... followed by a rag pressed over his nose and mouth.
"Mmph!? Mmoumph...!!" Sonic cried, as he inhaled the chemicals it was
soaked in and slowly dozed off.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sometime later, Sonic's eyes slowly opened. The last thing he remembered
was Rouge pressing a rag to his face, and then darkness. What was wrong
with that woman? He already said yes, she didn't need to drug him...
An irritated sigh escaped his lips as he looked around. He seemed to be
lying on a bed, in a pretty plain looking room. There was a door, a
bedside cabinet, a closet and a vanity table, the mirror of which was
heart-shaped and decorated with lights. This seemed a little plain to be
Rouge's bedroom... where was he, he thought to himself as he sat up...
...and immediately felt weight on his chest. A VERY FAMILIAR weight on his
chest. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Sonic slowly
looked down at himself, and his fears were confirmed.
Immediately, the blue blur jumped off the bed, and stumbled almost
immediately from the shoes on his feet. He caught himself on the edge of
the vanity table, looking at himself in the mirror. And screamed.
The first thing that caught his attention: breasts. Once again, a pair of
huge false boobs had been adhered to his chest. All the atrocious memories
of his encounter in Rouge's home came rushing back to him as he stared at
them, and that caused him to notice two major things: one, that these
falsies were not covered in any form of bronzer or makeup or anything.
Instead, their shiny, obvious fake colour was revealed, contrasting with
his own furless chest. If anyone saw them, it would be obvious they were
fake. And two, they were bigger than the ones Rouge's machine forced onto
him. MUCH bigger.
However, that was only the tip of the iceberg. His regular gloves and
shoes were gone; instead, his arms were coated in white silk up past his
elbows, the opera gloves very nearly reaching his shoulders, with tight
gold bracelets around his wrists that reminded him of a certain pink
hedgehog. Instead of his usual sneakers, his feet were adorned by a pair
of hot pink pumps with pointed toes and tall stiletto heels. Climbing up
his legs from the shoes were a pair of similarly hot pink fishnet
stockings which stood out against his bright blue fur.
And that led to the next part of the nightmarish ensemble; he was wearing
a dress. At least last time he was wearing pants due to Rouge's jumpsuit,
but this time he was garbed in a tight strapless minidress (hot pink,
naturally) that he could barely move his legs in. The skirt was so short
that the tops of his stockings were visible, and the bodice, rather than
completely covering his false bust line, cupped it and pushed it up,
making them seem even bigger.
That was just his clothing. In the mirror, he saw his eyelids had been
painted the same pink as he rest of his outfit, giving them a feminine
shine, and long black eyelashes extended out from them. His ears had been
pierced, and a pair of golden hoop earrings inserted into the holes.
Finally, around his neck was a choker that was as bright and pink as the
rest of the outfit, with glittery silver sequins that spelled out the word
"Sonique" in a cursive font. She had left his quills alone this time, but
Sonic wasn't certain if he should be thankful for that; between his spiky
quills, blue fur and obviously fake boobs, it was painfully clear to
anyone who he really was.
"Well, well..," the sultry tone of a certain bat came from the doorway,
attracted by Sonic's scream. "It seems someone discovered her new look..."
"Rouge!" the pink-clad hedgehog yelled. "What have you done to me!?"
"Why, I simply got you ready for your big debut tonight, darling! You DID
say you would fill in at my club..."
"Yeah, as a singer! You never said anything about... about THIS!"
Rouge smirked and strutted over, her hands on her hips. "Oh, darling,
don't you get it? The act I needed filled..," She leaned forward and
whispered in his ear. "...was the drag act."
Sonic's eyes went wide and his mouth hung open. So that was why she went
to all the trouble to make him so stomach-wrenchingly feminine, but made
sure he was just masculine enough to be recognized. Rouge immediately
burst into laughter.
"Oh, Sonique, darling, you had better not let the boys see you with your
mouth like that! They might get the wrong idea!"
'Sonique' clamped his mouth shut and let a low growl emanate from his
through. "My name is Sonic, and you damn well know it!" he yelled,
stamping his foot in anger. Unfortunately, his high heeled shoes just
resulted into a loud click against the floor and made his false breasts
bounce, taking away any intimidation the motion might have had and just
made him look like a spoilt primadonna.
"Uh huh, whatever, hun," Rouge smirked, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, you're
on stage in two minutes."
"Two minutes?" Sonic scoffed. "Well, shot yourself in the foot there. How
do you expect me to learn any lyrics or anything in two minutes?"
Rouge just grinned devilishly. "Oh, don't worry about that... being a
secret agent has it's perks..," she chuckled and ran a finger over his
choker. "Like all the advanced tech you can steal if you're careful.
Now..."
She whipped out a small remote and pressed a button on it, causing Sonic
to suddenly stand up straight. He tried to demand what she was doing, but
his mouth refused to move. Rouge grinned as she draped a white feather boa
around Sonic's shoulders.
"...time for your big debut!" she laughed, as Sonic began walking out of
the room against his will. Whereas beforehand he could barely stand in the
stilettos on his feet, he suddenly found himself walking in them without a
problem. He tried to scream for help, but whatever Rouge done to him made
him unable to even speak to the stagehands he passed, a couple of them
predictably chuckling at the sight of him.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen..," he heard Rouge's voice announce over
the speakers, as one of the stagehands handed him a microphone, same hot
pink as his outfit. "...please put your hands together and welcome on-
stage: Miss Sonique Le Herrison!"
Sonic tried desperately to will his legs to move as the curtain raised,
but again they remained still as his face formed a wide smile. Finally his
legs began to move, but instead of fleeing as he had hoped he instead
began to walk forward, his heels clicking on the stage and his hips
swaying with every step. The entire crowd was silent as they took in the
image of Sonic the Hedgehog, dressed in something that even Amy and Rouge
were too butch to be seen in.
The silence didn't last, as familiar music began to play from the
speakers, and Sonic raised his microphone up to his lips.
"Ah, ah, fire, fire..," he sang softly as he leaned forward slightly,
almost as if trying to show off his faux bust. His free hand began to run
down his hip, as he cocked it out seductively. "Ah, ah, fire, fire..."
Seeing that he was being serious now, the crowd immediately reacted with a
combination of laughing, applauding, cheering, jeering and whistling. A
few of them got their phones and cameras out to record his performance.
"Ah, ah, fire, fire..," he continued to sign, as he began to strut across
the stage. That's right, strut, his hips swaying and his butt wiggling
despite his mental commands. "Ah, ah, fire, fire..."
He stopped, but that was only because he had reached one of the speakers
on-stage. He placed one hand on it's flat surface as he leaned across it,
his upper arms pushing his breast forms together and enhancing his
unwanted cleavage, as he bent one knee and raised a high heeled leg,
thrusting his butt out at the same. "Naaa, na naaa, na naa..."
By this point, the entire crowd was going wild, clearly loving what he was
doing but for very different reasons. He straightened up and continued to
sing and dance on the stage.
"I got out my map and chose a place I wanted to go to..."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
~Ding dong!~
"Tails, can you get that?" Sonic called from upstairs.
"Sure..," Tails chuckled as he got up off the couch to answer the door. A
quick exchange of signature for parcel, and Tails took the box upstairs.
He grinned as he knocked on Sonic's door, awaiting an answer. He never got
tired of what he saw every time the door opened, as Sonic peered out.
He was wearing makeup. He was wearing perfume. He was wearing high heels.
"Thanks, Tails..," Sonic said with a forced smile as he led Tails into his
room. He slowly walked across the hot pink shag carpeting, taking a seat
on his purple silk bedsheets and crossing his legs.
"Do you want me to open it for you, Sonique?" his 'little bro' chuckled as
he sat the parcel on Sonic's vanity table.
"Please, darling," Sonic said, struggling not to flinch. "I just did my
nails."
The twin-tailed fox shook his head, laughing as he opened the parcel.
Sonic sighed quietly. After the show, Rouge had delivered to Sonic an
ultimatum; either he met her three demands, or she would shift the
nanobots she used to control his body into overdrive, essentially making
him "Miss Sonique" permanently. Her demands were "simple".
1. He would need to live as Sonique for 4 weeks. He would need to wear
women's clothing, make up, high heels, look the part, act the part, and
overall LIVE the part, as the hot pink wall paper of his ultra-feminized
room could attest.
"Whoa..," Tails gasped as he pulled out the sheer pink lingerie in the
box. His cheeks went red and he quickly stuffed it back in as Sonic rolled
his eyes. Which brought him to demand numero deux.
2. During these 4 weeks, he had to order at least 1 full outfit per day.
Apparently she had hacked his account and knew how much money he had in
his life savings, and so she gave him no financial support for this
demand, even threatening to freeze his account if she caught him spending
it on anything else.
"Thanks, Tails sweetie..," Sonic said in as chipper a tone as he could
manage, as he approached his vulpine companion and gave him a quick kiss
on the cheek.
"No problem, Sonic..," Tails said with a blush as he hurried out. Now
alone, Sonic sighed and buried his head in his nicely manicured hands as
he remembered her final, and by far the worst demand.
3. Twice a month, Sonic would perform at Club Rouge as Miss Sonique. By
his own free will. And he had to wow the audience; if he half-assed it, it
was as good as not doing it at all.
~~Ring ring! Ring ring!~~
Great. Just what he needed. He gave a resigned sigh as he picked up his
phone, already knowing who it was. "Hello?"
"Sonique, darling!" Rouge giggled on the other end. Sonic grimaced, but
tried to stay in character.
"Hey there, Rouge honey!" he greeted. "How can I help you?"
"Oh, just giving you a ring to see how you're... adjusting," Sonic could
practically hear the smirk she was making.
"I'm adjusting just..," He swallowed nervously before continuing. "...just
FABULOUSLY, darling!" he finally managed.
"Good, good..," she chuckled evilly. "Oh well, I won't keep you. Oh! And
just some helpful advice? Make sure you practice your routine. My nanobots
won't be helping you this time, so you'd better get used to dancing in
high heels and tight dresses quickly. Toodles..."
There was a click followed by the dial tone, and Sonic rubbed his temples
with his pretty fingers. He felt like crying. He was trapped.
With nothing else to do, he reluctantly rose to his high heeled feet and
began to sway his body, trying to get a feel as to how his weight shifted
on stilettos.
"Tap the rhythm against the floor... to look for another door..," he sang.
Looks like he wasn't going to get to relax after all.
SONIC'S NEW LOOK 2: MISS SONIQUE'S DEBUT - END
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