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Sonic the Hedgehog cannot swim.
Logic would dictate that maybe he shouldn’t live in a town directly bordered by the ocean, but he’d grown up here, and it’s never been in the cards for him to leave. He doesn’t have the money, nor the luxury.
Maybe he would have run away long ago, if not for the little brother he’d taken in. Tails is his world, and he’s done everything he can to provide for him. Every odd job he can find, regardless of how comfortable or easy it may be, he takes. He can’t afford not to.
And when he hears of this job? It’s not something he can refuse.
Even if he really, really wants to.
xxx
“You’re Sonic?” The man asks, to which he gives an awkward salute.
“Reporting for duty,” he says, hoping that the way his voice shakes isn’t noticeable enough to comment on. They can’t know he can’t swim, he’d be fired immediately. He can’t let this check go.
“Welcome aboard,” the other shrugs, leading him onto the small boat and beginning an explanation of the job.
The good thing about this is that it’s just a day ferry. It goes to an island a short distance away and back, two round trips a day.
Tourists love it. And they tend to tip.
If Sonic can just get past his fear, appear charming and helpful, and keep up the facade? He’ll actually be able to feed Tails for awhile without that constant dread hanging over him.
He just needs to keep a smile on his face, which is usually easy.
He’s got this… probably.
On the bright side, he's not the only one wearing a life jacket. They're mandatory for the ferry, which he couldn't be more thankful for. The ever-present weight of a flotation device strapped firmly around his chest keeps him calm.
Everything is going to be fine. He's got this.
xxx
He did have it. For several weeks, everything was fine, to the point that he's begun to relax when he's on the ferry. The money's been good, Tails is happy and healthy, and Sonic isn't having to coach himself through incoming anxiety attacks nearly as often.
So of course, it all has to go wrong.
Sonic doesn't know what's going on. It's like out of nowhere, the waves begin to crash against the sides of the ferry as though there's a vicious storm. The sky is perfectly clear, but sea water rains down on them all anyway.
Sonic shouldn't be anywhere near the edge of the boat. He wasn't, but then he spots a little girl, clutching the railing for dear life. She needs help. The choice is easy.
He runs to her, or at least he tries to. It's more of a stumble, with the ground rocking beneath his feet like this. Still, he reaches her, all but throwing her into the safety of her mother's arms. He's about to follow, but a particularly intense shake of the boat has him stumbling once more, nearly falling over the edge himself. He clings to the rail desperately, heart pounding loud enough that it nearly drowns out all the yelling.
He's never held onto something so tightly in his entire life.
There's a phantom sensation slithering up his legs. He doesn't even dare to open his eyes, just keeps himself wrapped around the railing like a damn koala.
But then something is pulling him. He screams as he's ripped away from the railing, his life jacket catching on it. It stops his momentum, but then he's yanked again, and the jacket comes off entirely. He's weightless, far from the precious solid ground, and then...
The water presses in on all sides, a rapidly increasing darkness as he sinks. He flails uselessly, already short on breath, terror creeping in on the edges of his dim vision.
This is it. This is how he dies.
He tries to fight it, but the force of the water is too much. It takes him down, and he's powerless but to let it.
xxx
Sonic has never been so grateful to wake up in his whole entire life. He immediately begins coughing, doubled over on the ground as he hacks up sea water. It takes a minute before he can breathe again.
He’s alive. Sweet Gaia, he’s alive.
He chokes on a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a cry. His body aches, but he’s still here. He doesn’t have to leave Tails alone. It’s all going to be okay.
Finally having caught his breath, he sits on his knees, exhaustively taking in… wherever it is that he’s washed up.
A cave of some kind, quite spacious all things considered. He can see that it goes further back, but this area is primarily just water. His stomach sinks. He can’t be in an underwater cave… can he?
He’s read about them - or rather, Tails has read about them and later excitedly rambled to him about them after the fact.
But how could he have possibly gotten here? He certainly didn’t start swimming when he fell unconscious! And more importantly… how is he going to get out?!
There’s got to be a way out that doesn’t involve swimming. He just needs to go looking for it!
He gets to his feet shakily, weighed down by all the water drenching his fur and quills. He can confidently say he’s never once felt waterlogged like this.
He shakes off a bit, his fur puffing up at the action. Finally, he begins to wander, desperate to find a way out. There has to be one. There has to be.
He’s a few minutes into looking, doing his best to stave off the intrinsic panic at the entire situation, when all of a sudden the air… changes. The water is rippling and splashing behind him, and Sonic finds himself freezing, terrified to see what’s emerging.
Still, he turns, telling himself he can handle whatever it may be… and then immediately screaming, backing up and immediately eating shit as he trips and lands hard on his ass.
Rising from the water is some sort of... some kind of horrible monster, a kraken that towers over him menacingly.
Too many eyes are staring right at him, glowing red. Two tentacles wave slowly through the air, like it's showing off its pure terrifying aura.
It’s working, though, because Sonic is so scared he might piss himself. He scrambles on his hands and knees for a moment until he can get back to his feet, unsure of what to do other than run.
As soon as he’s up, the kraken is no longer happy to stay stationary. It moves with horrifyingly quick motions, tentacles reaching for him.
Sonic screams, barely managing to avoid being grabbed. He nearly trips over himself going deeper into the cave, now hoping for a place to hide… but everything is so open. He’s grabbed before he can get away again, and he yells and screams again as he’s lifted into the air.
Before he knows it, the creature has Sonic suspended, one tentacle wrapped around both of his wrists. He squirms in panic, the strain hurts more than he’s willing to admit.
The creature makes a noise, a low growl, sort of, and then two tentacles are wrapping up each of his legs.
He squeaks, unable to flail while hes restrained like this.
“H-hey!” He shouts, as if this thingy could possibly understand him.” “Stop!”
The tip of one tendril prods at his upper thigh, nearly caressing it. On instinct, he tries to close his legs, heart racing on a level that actually fucking hurts.
Sonic’s heart definitely stops beating for a moment. There’s no way this thing knows what it’s doing… right?!
Naked, completely exposed, Sonic tries to squirm again, desperate to get free. All three tentacles squeeze him tighter, and he goes still in fear of being crushed.
It sneaks upwards until the tip of that same tentacle is even with his crotch. It begins to prod, like it’s searching for something. Sonic shrieks when it finds his slit, a second tentacle coming up so the two can spread him open.
It might be one of the tentacles already wrapped around his body, or it could be a whole new one. He can’t keep track anymore!
It slides through his folds, the cool touch of the tentacle making him shiver. It leaves its own sticky fluid behind, giving off the illusion that Sonic is actually wet. The tip presses against his clit, and he whimpers.
“S-stop!”
The kraken does not stop.
The tentacle begins to stimulate his clit, rubbing firm circles against it. In an effort to remove himself from this situation, Sonic lets his mind take him to the first place it goes, which is: this sea monster is somehow more accurate than any cis guy he’s ever had sex with. Kind of pathetic, but he’s not sure on whose part.
“Haaa~ fuck- let me go!”
His words aren’t doing a damn thing, but he can’t just do nothing. He can’t just sit here and let it happen.
And yet that’s really all he can do. His yelling isn’t getting a response, and he can’t fight. Not in this position.
The tentacle slides down through his folds, pulsing with slick. It finds his entrance with horrible ease.
“Please,” he chokes, tears building behind his eyes, “please don’t, please…”
The kraken stares at him, and maybe he’s just convincing himself, but it almost looks like it’s contemplating his words.
If it really does know what it’s doing, maybe it can understand him, too.
“C-can you…?” He sniffles, unable to get the rest of his question out. He just hangs there in misery, tears running down his face. He can’t remember the last time he cried like this.
A tentacle slowly raises to his face. It cups his chin, then raises a little higher to wipe at his tears. Sonic looks at it in surprise, suddenly feeling a little spark of hope.
Is it empathizing with him right now? Does it understand?
It strokes his cheek gently, a trilling noise coming from it.
“Y-yeah,” he manages, swallowing hard, “Just uh... just put me down now, yeah?" He asks hopefully.
The tentacle pauses in its ministrations, and for a moment, Sonic really thinks it’s over. He gives a watery smile, opening his mouth to talk to it a little more—and suddenly he’s choking. He can’t cough, can’t swallow, can’t breathe, not with a tentacle suddenly punching the back of his throat.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. He’s kicking and flailing, unable to properly scream like this.
It pulls back just enough that his throat is no longer blocked. The gagging stops, and he breaths hard through his nose, the tears back full force.
Belatedly, he bites down on it, but his teeth don’t seem to do a thing against it.
He’s struggling to breathe, to stay conscious and get away and stay alive, when the tentacle tracing along his crotch finally slips inside.
Sonic sobs, the cool flesh feels like ice against his burning insides. He’s hyperventilating, which isn’t a great thing to be when your primary source of air is blocked. Every breath through his nose burns, far from enough for his panicking body, and his head is starting to feel a little fuzzier for it.
He gives up on fighting, going limp in the monster’s hold. It brings him closer to it’s body, repositioning the tentacles holding him so he’s cradled beside it’s massive form. The immediate relief on his shoulders makes him whimper, a near silent thing through the length in his mouth. But the monster feels it. It seems like it can feel every thing that passes through his mind.
His wrists remain bound together, the tentacle wrapped around them stroking along his forearms. The one in his mouth stays put, pulsing heavily on his tongue. It tastes oddly sweet, but bitter, too. The fluid it secretes is thick, trickling down his throat like honey.
The one inside his cunt begins to wiggle in deeper, while the one that had been keeping him spread goes back to his clit. The feeling changes, and suddenly it’s not just pressure, but suction.
The warmth of the new sucker mimics… nothing hes ever felt before, really. But it sucks his clit just right, and he whines, helpless.
The feeling is nauseating, and he's terrified he'll throw up and choke on his own vomit. What a fucking way to go.
It feels good, in a purely physical sense. But it hurts more than that, and he sobs as the two tentacles begin thrusting in time with each other. His jaw aches, his legs burn. Everything burns. He's choking on the slime being forced down his throat, stomach turning unpleasantly with every thrust.
Between his legs, what he assumes to be that same fluid drips, absolutely soaking the fur on his thighs.
This is how he dies. Being spitroasted by a horrific monster in an underwater cave. He's not ready to die. He certainly doesn't want to die like this.
Who's going to take care of Tails?
A fresh wave of tears stream down his cheeks at the thought. He can't leave his baby brother alone. They don't have anyone else, not really.
The monster roars, the rhythm of its thrusts speeding up, and before he knows it, the one in his mouth pulls out, a dark fluid spurting from the tip and all over Sonic's face. He hardly notices, too busy taking in desperate gasps of air.
The lower one fucks into him for a few minutes more, before finally following the lead of the other and pulling out. Sonic's eyes have already fluttered shut in exhaustion, feeling close to death after that. Though every instinct continues to scream danger, he can't help but slip into unconsciousness once more.
xxx
"Sonic!"
"Huh?!" he fumbles, sitting up blindly at the sound of his brother calling for him. Every muscle aches.
"Oh chaos, you're okay!" Tails cries, throwing himself into his big brother's arms. "I was so scared!"
"What... happened?" Sonic rasps, unprepared for the rough quality of his voice.
"Someone found you washed up on the beach after you went overboard on the ferry... I'm so glad you're okay. I almost thought you were..." Tails tears up, shoving his face into Sonic's shoulder.
Sonic pulls him tight, equally grounding himself as he grounds Tails. "I'm not goin' anywhere," he says with as much enthusiasm as he can muster. "Nothing could ever take me away from you, okay?"
He doesn't know how, but it's true. He has no idea how he's alive. The monster certainly didn't just release him, did it?
He supposes it doesn't matter. All he knows is that he definitely needs to find a new job. One that keeps him far away from the water.