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In this universe, there exists four planets, each special and unique in its own way, and each would have a impact on the greater universe.

The planet Cybertron, a world populated by a race of transforming machines known as Cybertronians. A scene of a large metallic planet filled the screen with its denizens exactly as described, a living robotic civilization with souls or sparks as they are called by the Cybertronians.

One trait that all of the populace seemed to share was they each carried a red emblem somewhere on their frames. That was the emblem of the Autobots, the ruling faction of Cybertron. You see, despite the peace that the planet now enjoys, millions of years ago (or stellar cycles for Cybertronians) the planet was at war... a war between the Autobots, and the fearsome Decepticons.

A purple emblem flashes on the screen before the planet's scenery changes to that of it being aflame and in chaos... the chaotic flames of war. Countless Autobot and Decepticon soldiers fighting for their lives against each other as a dark sinister figure commanded the Decepticon forces, before the scene changed to that of a bright glowing crystal.

Though the war was eventually ended with the Autobots triumphant and the Decepticon forces banished from Cybertron completely, it was not without the cost of the loss of the Cybertronians' most sacred relic, the All Spark.

The crystal is encased in metallic blue box before being sent through a warp in space, for to keep the All Spark out of the hands of the Decepticons and their master, it was decided to send the All Spark through a space warp to a random location, thus it has been lost to Cybertron ever since.

Though the search for it continues, particularly by those who would use its power for their own dark agenda.

Scene of a large warship traveling the stars, and on the bridge a sinister figure sitting on a throne surrounded by other dark silhouettes gazed out into the vastness of space with nothing but twisted ambition.

Though now we turn our attention to the second planet in this tale, the planet Mobius. A lush thriving green planet was shown, the home of the Mobians.

Scene showed the populace of Mobius, which were various species of anthropomorphic animals of practically every species you could recognize and name on the fourth planet to come in our tale, from chipmunks, rabbits, foxes, and even hedgehogs.

The planet Mobius was a peaceful thriving planet and had been ever since the era their legends described as the Great Cataclysm. Scenery changed from that of a thriving Mobian village to that of a burning chaotic wasteland with mysterious forces attacking all the Mobians.

Where according to legend, dark forces from beyond Mobius itself assaulted their home with not just the desire of conquest but the desire to claim the great power that called the planet home... the Chaos Emeralds.

Scene to that of seven multicolored emeralds floating in a circle above a massive green emerald surrounded by a force composed of owls and echidnas, and it was with their power the dark force was driven off Mobius. The crystals all glowed with a great power before bursting out a surge of energy that seemed to engulf the entire planet before it, the emeralds, the invaders, and even the owls and echidnas vanished without a trace.

However, the emeralds themselves disappeared, becoming lost much like the All Spark until becoming nothing but a legend to the modern Mobians. Who rebuilt from the ashes of the cataclysm, believing their home was safe and the evil that once sought to take away their home was gone.

Scene to that of a grand palace where a royal squirrel-chipmunk King and Queen stood smiling in the royal gardens with their children.

They were wrong.

Suddenly the scenery around them goes darker, with the family looking up at first confused, before fear forms on all their faces as a sinister comet looms over their world, the sky turns red, and numerous dark forms descend upon their world.

And so we turn to the third planet in our tale. Irk, home of the Irken race. A red planet is shown surrounded by a highly advanced armada. A name dreaded by many across the universe as galactic conquerors.

Scene shows a race of green skinned humanoids, with antennae and solid colored eyes.

The history of how they came to be of such and what led to the Irken race's unique techno-biological state and dependence on their PAKs is not known to many. Scene of young Irken smeets (babies) being extracted and prepped in an underground facility with a metallic looking backpack installed on each back of a smeet after the incubating process is done.

Though it is rumored that the ancient Irkens themselves were nearly conquered by an outside force, so in turn decided to become the conquerors rather than be conquered by another power.

And for eons since the founding of the Irken Empire, under the guidance of their leaders the Allmighty Tallest (Yes, they decide leadership by height, just go with it), they have prepared and worked to claim the universe for themselves.

Scene of a massive ship, where two Irkens, one dressed in dark red shades and red eyes and one dressed in dark purple shade with purple eyes, were enjoying some junk food while laughing in amusement as laser fire and explosions emitted from a planet that's in the middle of being invaded.

However, one Irken in particular is perhaps infamous and dreaded even among his own people and for good reason. Scene of a gigantic robotic Irken mech laying waste... to planet Irk itself.

And he is one of two in this tale that is more than he appears, and will shape the fate of everything.

But with that, we turn to our last planet, one that many of you might be familiar with, a planet by the name of Earth.

However, this Earth is very different than the one you might known.

It is the year 2058, and society has advanced greatly in technology in numerous ways. Scene comes to that of a technologically-advanced city, but one that carried a dark dystopian atmosphere, with civilians going about their day but casting nervous looks to robotic forms that patrolled the streets.

And as of over a decade ago, it has come under the complete rule and control of a diabolical genius and tyrant.

Scene changes to that of a dark room surrounded by advanced computer equipment and monitors as a glowing pair of red eyes flashed in the darkness. He is the second of the two that will affect and potentially decide the fate of the greater universe.

But now... now it's time for our story to truly begin.

The streets of Earth's capital city Robotropolis, once known as Detroit, were filled with people going about their lives, all of them being careful to not do anything to attract attention from any of the robots patrolling the city. They all knew that the slightest sign of causing any sort of trouble or defiance would be immediately crushed with extreme prejudice, and no one wanted to risk invoking that.

It had been this way for years, and they all knew that there was nothing that they could do about it.

Or, well... a form peaked out from an alleyway, seemingly observing a blonde older man with a mustache wearing a blue shirt, tie, and brown pants with a police badge on the front of his shirt approaching a small hot dog vendor storefront on the side of the street, before disappearing in a blue flash... at least most of them couldn't do anything about it.

"Hey Chuck, just get the usual," Grunted the blond man with a heavy frown while crossing his arms with a frown.

"One extra chili special coming right up, Captain Fanzone," The vendor who happened to be an elderly hedgehog with a mustache greeted the man with a welcoming smile while preparing the order, "And how are you doing this fine day?"

The hedgehog asked while the captain let out a grunt, "Oh, you know... just a glorious day upholding law and order in Robotropolis as the captain of the police force, so pretty good," The man grunted in a slightly bitter sarcastic sigh, "Always told everyone I hated machines for a reason, but no one listened."

"Hmm, well, it might just be my opinion, but any sort of technology is neither good or bad on its own. It all depends on who's using it," Chuck said, handing over the chili dog and accepting Fanzone's money.

"Yeah? Well, look around and see how that worked out," the Captain replied as he took a bite out of his food, though he kept his voice low while saying it. He knew that even someone in his position wasn't necessarily protected from the ones really in charge if they thought he was being disobedient.

But all the same, he gave a tired sigh as he looked over to the vendor, "You know, sometimes I wish you Mobian folk had gotten the chance to see Earth before the change in management," He admitted with a frown, "It wasn't perfect, but at least a man could enjoy his day without worrying about robot armies or being turned into robots."

Chuck frowned at that. Truthfully, despite his efforts to put a positive spin on things, he couldn't help but wish that too. He'd heard plenty about what Earth used to be like in the old days, and it frankly reminded him of what Mobius was like before the crisis that had brought its people here.

Ah, but there was no reason to obsess over the past; that led to despair and poor decisions, in his view. Best to look to the future and do the best you could to make it a good one.

 "But nostalgia for the old days aside, how's business and your nephew been doing, Chuck?" Fanzone questioned the vendor with an arched brow.

"Eh, can't complain about business, no one can turn down my famous chili dogs after all," Chuck said, shaking himself out of his thoughts with a slight grin before approaching the secret part of the question, "As for my nephew... well," He trailed with a slight sigh, "I can't help but worry about that boy, especially since it seems like he's only getting more stubborn and reckless these days."

He admitted to Fanzone, while leaving out another part of why he was worried for Ogilvie, or as he preferred these days Sonic, was because of his well... gifts... gifts that he had done his best to keep silent and make sure didn't reach certain ears. The hedgehog thought, glancing silently at Fanzone, who he knew was a good man but would likely report such information to the higher-ups so as to not rock the boat or risk getting anybody hurt in the crossfire. There was a reason why, despite his dissatisfaction with the current regime, he was an open critic of the so-called rebellion brewing against it. And at Chuck's words, Fanzone gave a snort, shooting the hedgehog vendor an amused smirk.

"Ah, don't worry about it, he's a teenager. And human or Mobian, everyone's a mess of hormones at that age," The police captain said with a slight grimace, remembering his own days going through puberty. Brrr, glad that nightmare was behind him.

But at those words, a new younger female voice spoke up behind him, "Hey, I'll have you know that I'm anything but a mess." And at the turn of their heads, both men spotted a young teenage hedgehog Mobian of about 15 years possessing pink fur, long head quills/hair, green eyes.

She was wearing a red top that left her stomach exposed, a very short red skirt, short black stockings, red high heeled spiked boots, red fingerless gloves, and finally spiked arm bracelets. She was also carrying a large hammer over her shoulder, and both man easily recognized her as Amy Rose, one of the younger yet more notable members of Robotropolis security forces... for more than one reason.

"And I hope you aren't stuffing your face on duty," Amy huffed with a frowning arched brow to Fanzone, causing the man to roll his eyes.

"Never heard of a lunch break, kid?" He asked, while arching his own brow at her, "And you do remember I'm technically your superior officer, right?"

 "Technically," Amy replied sarcastically, "But considering how lax I've seen you be, I wouldn't be surprised if you get pushed into early retirement."

"That supposed to be a threat? Cause I've heard better," Fanzone said flatly.

"No, just thinking out loud," Amy replied with a shrug, before smirking, "If I was threatening you, I'd just point out that I've got the Doctor's ear."

"From what I've heard, that's not the only part of him you've got ahold of," Fanzone replied, giving a smirk of his own as Amy blushed at that.

 "I don't know what you're talking about," Amy said with a huff while crossing her arms, "Our glorious leader just happens to appreciate my natural talent and sees my true potential is all," she said smugly, while bouncing her quill hair and leaning against her large hammer.

 "Sure, whatever you say, kid," Fanzone sighed, not feeling up to arguing with her over rumors that frankly made him sick. Instead, he just finished his chili dog and said, "Well, since you're all over me about being on the clock, I guess I'll get back to work. See you around, Chuck."

"Have a nice day, Captain," Chuck replied, watching the policeman walk off, before turning to Amy, "Anything for you, Miss Rose?"

 "Actually yes, but I'm not here for fast food," Amy replied, narrowing her eyes at the older Mobian with a slight look of disdain at his food stand, "Honestly, why do you even bother wasting your talents with this trash anyway?"

She asked him with a slight scowl as Chuck gave a blink, "I mean, I was practically a toddler when the Great Evacuation happened, but even I've heard how you used to be one of Mobius most brilliant minds, even having the ears of those relics the Acorns, oh great Sir Charles Hedgehog," She barbed sarcastically, looking hard into the other hedgehog's eyes while the man simply sighed, "So why not put your talents to actual use to our people's great savior and leader instead of selling this garbage?!"

She exclaimed, gesturing at the stand, "Those days are well behind me, Miss Rose," The elder hedgehog said with a heavy look on his face, trying to not think back on more bittersweet and painful memories, "I'm not Sir Charles anymore, just good ol' Uncle Chuck, a humble vendor who enjoys bringing some small bit of joy with his wares, nothing more, nothing less."

He said heavily, with Amy giving a snort of disdain, "In other words, you're just a broken old man who's given up... pathetic," she stated coldly, with the man just giving the younger girl an even look in reply, "But bringing up your failings isn't why I'm here."

Amy added with a frown as she leaned against the vendor's front table, "I'm conducting an investigation along with the rest of the security forces," she stated as Charles gave a blink, "An investigation?" He repeated with a frown, "What sort of investigation?"

He inquired, getting a bad feeling. "You might have heard a rumor, but as of late some of our leader's patrols have been getting attacked, and confirmed criminals aided in escaping their rightful punishment," Amy started to say ,and her next words caused Charles to go stiff, "The source of this trouble has yet to be identified, all that we know that a strange blue flash seems to be the source of whatever this disturbance is."

And there it was, Charles thought with a hint of dread, "Reports and rumors seemed to indicate it's seen around this area of Robotropolis quite a bit in particular," Amy explained, looking hard into Chuck's eyes, "And I thought I'd just drop in to see if such a notable citizen like yourself might know anything that could help us apprehend this criminal?"

 Chuck very carefully kept his composure, knowing that if he let anything slip, it wouldn't end well for anyone.

"I'm afraid this is the first I'm hearing of anything like that," he said, maintaining eye contact and keeping his tone steady, "I do hope it hasn't been anything too serious."

Amy narrowed her eyes at him, reading him carefully, before leaning back, apparently convinced.

"No, it's been pretty minor, all things considered. More of a nuisance than anything," she said, "But in any case, I'm sure if you do hear or see anything, you'll do your civic duty and report it, yes?"

"Of course. After all, what reason would I have to hide anything?" Chuck said, forcing a good-natured smile and laugh, while Amy simply nodded.

"Exactly, now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to work," She said, turning her attention away from Chuck, with the man watching her retreating back with a sigh. That... that had been too close. It seemed he needed to have a long talk with his nephew, he thought with a grimace; the last thing this world needed was Robotnik learning about Sonic's power and attempting to get his hands on it.

Because that was who was ultimately in charge here - Dr. Julian Ivo Robotnik Jr, aka Eggman, the man who had conquered Earth and ruled it with an iron fist, yet at the same time had welcomed the Mobian refugees with open arms. So long as they agreed to serve him, at least.

But sadly, the Mobian race weren't in any position to refuse, with Earth being like a lifeline... even if it was a lifeline in the grip of a tyrant who was in some ways worse than the evil that took their home from them. So for their people to survive, they had to bend the knee to a madman, with even some of the additional conditions to their Earth citizenship just adding insult to injury.

And though he didn't like things as they stood, he... the Mobians had already lost so much... could they really afford to lose even more by angering the man who called Earth his personal domain?

A question that haunted Sir Charles the Hedgehog as he continued to work his stand, not wanting to risk any suspicion by closing early, but resolving to talk to his nephew immediately. He just hoped Sonic stayed out of trouble until later today.

(Elsewhere in Robotropolis)

A small group of shadowy forms were doing their best to sneak through the city while dodging patrol routes on the streets or in the air.

"I'm really not sure about this, Dib. I mean, making a hit in the middle of the day, isn't that risky?" Asked a brown-haired teenager with blue eyes wearing a green shirt and brown pants asked with a grimace while they climbed up the fire escape ladder of one building to a rooftop.

"Risky yes, but the last thing anybody would expect, Steve," Answered the apparent leader of this group.

 "We need to make a big display, something that will show that we're not just rabble-rousers but actually mean business!"

"We don't disagree with that, Dib, but we just need to be sure that we actually stay free long enough to celebrate the win," commented the third member of the group, a girl with blue eyes and brown hair that was done up in twin ponytails that had red and green dyed streaks respectively, wearing a black shirt with a pentagram on it, a red skirt and purple tights.

"Give me some credit, Viera, I'm not dumb enough to not make sure that we've got a clear escape route," Dib said with an eye roll as they reached the roof, looking around to confirm that there were no patrols in the nearby sky.

 "Just as long as you know what you're doing, Membrane," Said a purple-haired teenage girl with brown eyes wearing wearing tight purple pants that hugged her firm ass, and a lighter purple tank top that highlighted her B cup but still impressive breasts, while also exposing her finely-toned midriff.

"Relax Zita, has Dib ever steered us wrong before?" Asked the tallest member of their group, a dark purple-haired girl whose hair was styled in long pigtails, had bit of an overbite with some braces, and was wearing a purple and orange striped shirt that was tucked into a pair of long pants that was worn over her waist, and a pair of white and black boots.

However, at the girl's words Zita shot her an incredulous look, "Are you seriously asking that after his last brilliant plan to strike at Robotnik got Keef mauled by that crazy bot that dresses up as a green dog for some reason?"

She exclaimed in a harsh whisper as the group carefully resumed their move traveling from root top to roof top while gesturing toward the boy running alongside her. Who possessed fussy red hair and a very noticeable scarred redshot left eye and was wearing a sleeve torn light blue shirt with a picture of a rainbow coming out of a cloud on it, torn green jeans, and a pair of black boots.

"Aw, the little guy just wanted to play was all, Zita," the boy stated in a cheerful tone and strained smile, though his eyes gave a noticeable twitch.

 This caused all the others to shudder.

"Okay, the last mission ended badly, but I've learned from that," Dib said, "We'll get in and out before they even know we're here, and do enough damage to show everyone that Robotnik's not invincible!"

"Fine, but if this goes wrong, I reserve the right to use you as a human shield," Zita said flatly.

 "Relax, what could go wrong?" Dib asked as they jumped over to the next roof and observed their destination with cautious dark looks.

"Dib, you're my best friend... but do you seriously need to taunt Murphy?" Steve asked with a slight nervous look.

 Before them stood a large factory building, marked with both Robotnik's symbol and the words "Membrane Labs". A fence surrounded the building, which was patrolled by both robots and people in black security uniforms, while smokestacks pumped black smoke into the air and trucks moved back and forth from loading docks at the rear of the building.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm talking about," Dib said, "My dad hardwired the family's DNA into the security systems of all his properties to make things convenient for all of us. I can get us in without anyone noticing, at least long enough for us plant explosives and get out."

"And you don't think the Professor might have removed your DNA once you got outed as a rebel?" Zita asked dryly.

"You're assuming he's even looked up from his work long enough to notice that happened," Dib muttered darkly. After all, in all his eighteen years of life, Dib couldn't really recall his father being the most caring or attentive parent to him or his sister... or a parent, period. Always seeming more focused on science, his work and research, or advancing progress for the empire.

Back when he was little, before he realized the truth of the world and how rotten Robotnik was, he thought his dad was a hero trying to help everyone. And after he realized the truth, he thought maybe just maybe, his dad only worked for that monster because he had no choice or was perhaps biding his time to make a move. Nope, turns out good ol' Professor Membrane didn't have a problem with Robotnik ruling the world or how he ran things. If anything, he probably welcomed the new era with open arms when the world wide coup occurred; after all, under Robotnik's rule, scientific progress for society has advanced so much and he now had more resources than ever to call upon for his own research. Which of course had meant him throwing himself into his work even harder, to the point that Dib legitimately wondered if he even remembered anymore that he had kids, let alone noticed when Dib had to go on the run after being publicly exposed as a rebel.

Dib was pulled from his thoughts as a hand landed on his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. Looking to the side, he saw Viera next to him, giving a comforting smile.

"Hey, it's his loss, you're better off without him," she said, which immediately made him feel better.

And then Zita broke the mood with a snort.

"Are we going to do this, or are you two just going to stand there flirting all day?" she asked dryly, immediately causing Dib and Viera to jump away from each other with matching blushes.

"We're not flirting!" Viera snapped defensively, though also with a large blush on her face. Honestly, why did people always assume she and Dib were dating? They were just friends! She'd known Dib since they were kids, and yeah he was smart, cute, and appreciated her... but that didn't mean she liked-liked him! Viera thought, with Dib himself now having an uncomfortable expression while he nervously scratched the back of his neck as Zita gave a loud snort.

"Sure you weren't." she stated dryly while looking at the "will they won't they" couple of the rebels, "Let's just try to stay focused on the mission, okay?"

She told them sternly before Steve spoke up, holding a high tech pair of binoculars to his eyes, "And I think the mission might have gotten a complication, because I just spotted that slime ball Snively arriving with some Swatbots."

 That got groans from the whole group (except the perpetually happy Keef) as they all grabbed their own binoculars to look at the factory's front gates. As Steve had said, there they saw the short, bald, pointy-nosed form of Snively Robotnik, the tyrant dictator's nephew, strutting up to the building with a squad of black humanoid robots with dome-shaped heads.

"Great, what's that jerk doing here?" Gretchen asked.

"His uncle must have sent him to pick up something," Dib muttered.

 "Just great, which means this mission just got riskier," Zita grumbled angrily.

"Eh, Swatbots aside, it's still Snively. Not exactly the most dangerous member of the Robotnik family tree," Steve pointed out the silver lining.

"Yeah, last thing we want is the tyrant's mother showing up," Viera added dryly, with the group (even Keef) giving off a brief shiver of dread... no woman that old should be that terrifying.

"Slimy coward or not, Snively can still be a problem that will bite you if you aren't careful," Gretchen added with a frown, before looking over at Dib, "Should we pull out?" she asked a tad worriedly, only for Dib to shake his head.

"No, if anything this mission might be a bigger chance for us than we thought," He added with a determined look, "If we can make not only a hit but also find out what Snively's here for, we might be able to get away with something valuable to that alien sellout slimeball of a tyrant."

He muttered as Zita gave a groan, "And here he goes with the alien crap again," she muttered.

 "Oh, come on! We know aliens exist, the Mobians prove that!" Dib protested.

"Sure, but that doesn't mean anyone who happens to look weird is an alien too," Zita replied with a shrug.

"Zim's literally green, with no eyes or nose!" Dib yelled, "And don't give me that skin disease crap he uses as an excuse either!"

"I always thought it was mutations caused by all the tyrant's toxic runoff," Gretchen commented.

 "Or maybe an experiment that went wrong," Keef added in a cheerful thoughtful tone as Dib gave a groan, facepalming.

 Steve and Viera exchanged a look; unlike everyone else, they actually believed Dib about Zim, but they also knew how stubborn everyone else was about not believing it, so there didn't seem to be much point in trying to force the issue. So, they decided to just skip it.

"Is now really the time to be discussing this again?" Steve asked.

"Steve's right, we need to focus on the mission," Viera added.

"Right, if we're doing this, then we need to do it now," Zita said, bringing things back to focus with a scowl, "The more time we waste, the more we risk getting noticed by a patrol or something," she added, shaking her head, "So Snively or no Snively, let's get to work."

"Right," Dib said, refocusing on the task at hand, "It looks like everyone's focusing on the front to welcome Snively. That means that there's going to be even less attention on the rear entrance we were going to use than I was expecting. Let's get back there."

At this the group nodded, before quickly moving into action. Meanwhile, down below the form of the short human male possessing a bald head (outside of a handful of hair threads) and long peak nose and wearing a green uniform of sorts stood with an annoyed look and crossed arms.

"Nephew to the man ruling the world, and as always I'm the one stuck doing the dirty work," Growled out Snively Robotnik, born Colin Robotnik Jr but had long ago discarded that name and embraced the name that was once used to mock him, and right now he was like often annoyed as he tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, watching as the gate opened up and his escort arrived, "It's about time! You all should know better than to waste my... time."

He started to say in a nasally annoyance-filled voice, before laying his eyes on an all too familiar platypus Mobian. "Oh great, the fanboy," he groaned, facepalming.

 "Always a pleasure to see you too, Snively," sneered the platypus known as Dr. Starline as he adjusted his glasses, "Here to pick up the delivery for your uncle?"

"Yes, but now I'm wondering why I even had to do it if you're here," Snively grumbled in annoyance.

"Ah, the doctor probably remembered that unlike you, I actually have a great many duties to perform," Starline said with a shrug.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Snively demanded.

"Nothing, dear boy. Simply pointing out that I am a Grandmaster of the Regime, and you're... you," Starline replied with a smug smirk.

 "Grrr..." Snively gave a low angry growl as he glared right into Starline's eyes, wishing not for the first time that he was taller so he could at least lord that over this insufferable Mobian, "You only got your position by being a grade-A suck-up to my uncle!"

Snively snapped, jabbing a finger at Starline, "And Grandmaster or not, I am still a member of the Robotnik family, with all the power that comes with, something you can never claim, no matter how much you brown nose!"

 Starline twitched slightly at that, but quickly composed his visage of smug superiority.

"True, but let's be blunt, there's many different levels of power in your family tree, and yours is quite low, isn't it?" he asked. Snively stammered angrily, but before he could say anything, Starline quickly added, "But let's not quibble. You're here for the new prototypes, so let's get to them, shall we?"

 "Yes," Snively said, taking a deep breath with his nose flaring out, choosing to just get this done and over with rather than dealing with his headache any longer than he has to, "And I trust Membrane and his assistant," He stressed the last word while sending a mocking smirk to Starline as they made their way inside the lab, "Haven't disappointed us."

He remarked, before putting on a mock look of disappointment, "It would be such a shame to see you two punished for wasting valuable resources and time, after all."

 To his disappointment, however, Starline didn't take the bait, just keeping that damn smirk in place.

"Oh, you won't be disappointed," he said, "The modifications and upgrades that the Professor and I have made to the Swatbot design will make them so much more efficient that these upstart rebels will find their pitiful efforts swiftly crushed."

 "Hmm, let's hope so. The sooner those pains are removed from our collective necks, the better," Snively said disdainfully with a roll of his eyes, before giving Starline a serious look, "Though speaking of rebels..."

Starline arched a brow as Snively narrowed his eyes toward the Mobian, "During your work on this project with him, did you notice anything off about the good Professor's behavior?" Snively questioned a tad suspiciously, as he gazed around while they made their way through the building, "Because the last thing we need is attempted sabotage because of sentimentality for a treacherous offspring."

He spat with a scowl, while thinking of a particular annoying brazen rebel and his enlarged cranium.

"Not remotely. In fact, he hasn't mentioned his son at all," Starline replied, "If I'm being perfectly honest, I'm not entirely sure he even remembers that his children exist half the time."

 "Hmm, Membrane has always been focused more on his work and his obsession with science," Snively acknowledged with a slow nod before giving off a snort, "Truthfully, I sometimes wonder how he remembers to perform his other duties outside the lab."

 "If not for the fact that he knows those duties are required to maintain his position in the Doctor's regime, I imagine that he wouldn't," Starline said as they reached a large door, "Ah, here we are, the prototypes should be right inside and ready to be moved."

 "Excellent, now let's see the latest advancement for the forces of the Robotnik Regime~" Snively said with a dark eager smirk as he rubbed his hands together, shooting Starline a dark smirk, "And I trust the plans for our little field test are still on schedule?"

He asked as Starline shared the smirk while giving off a dark little chuckle, "Hehe, I believe the lab rats are getting into position as we speak," He informed the other man as, rivalry aside, they found themselves sharing an evil grin full of cruel amusement.

"Excellent~" Snively whispered as the security codes were inputted the door opened up.

 Passing through the door, they entered a room the size of a small football field. It was lined with the machinery of an assembly line, and filling the main space were several dozen Swatbots, larger and bulkier than normal. And also quite clearly better armed as well.

"Hmm, they look good, I'll give you that. But let's see how effective they are," Snively mused.

 "Don't worry, the test should be ready to start any moment now," Starline assured, and seemingly as if on cue, yells and shouts started to fill the air as a hole opened up in the ceiling, with a tube descending and shooting out the forms of a certain group of rebels that landed roughly on the ground with pained grunts.

"Hehe, that was fun~" Keef giggled with a smile as Gretchen underneath him gave a groan.

"Urg... we have a different opinion of what's fun, Keef," she said while Zita gave a low growl.

"Whoever has their hand on my butt better remove it before I remove their hand!" She snarled slightly.

"Sorry!" Steve blurted from his position while grunting with a grimace, "And urg, does anyone know what happened?" He asked, while his sister gave a groan from where she was laying on her back underneath the rebel bundle.

"Urg... I think we set off a trap," Viera answered, before blinking as she realized she felt a weight on her chest in particular, and a glance down caused her to blush as she realized Dib was face first in her bosom!

 For his part, Dib was frozen as he also realized the position he was in. However, after a moment his brain finally caught up with the situation, and with a startled yelp and a very red face, he jumped back to get off of her, knocking the rest of the pile off of both of them in a desperate attempt to get in a less embarrassing position.

"Sorry!" he yelped, before he registered the rest of what had just happened, "Wait, a trap?!"

"Yes, it was," Starline commented, getting the group's attention with a smug laugh.

 "Oh joy, it's Robotnik's second biggest fan," Zita stated in a dry tone while the group all stood with worried scowls.

"Oh, mock me if you will, but you are the fools who practically gift wrapped yourselves as test subjects for some of the empire's newest models of Swatbots~" The platypus told them while keeping his smug smirk on his beak as he gestured to the Swatbots in question, causing the group to notice them for the first time and pale.

"Those... are some big Swatbots," Steve said with a nervous gulp.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall!" Gretchen stated determinedly while punching a fist into her palm, though she was unable to hide her own fear.

"This doesn't make any sense, how could they have known we were coming!" Dib muttered, stressed out with wide eyes.

"If you actually think that the pitiful collection of fools you call a resistance are capable of hiding anything from us, then you're more delusional than everybody thinks, young Membrane," Snively sounded out while clasping his hands behind his back as he examined the group with a cold gaze, "Speaking of, how is proving the existence of little green men going?" He asked with a wide mocking grin as Dib shot him a scowling growl, "Let me guess, as well as your current situation~" Snively surmised while giving off a cackle.

 "Wow, you love the sound of your own voice," Steve said flatly.

"Of course he does, it's the only way he can compensate for being so small and unimportant," Viera added in the same tone, wiping the smug look off of Snively's face.

"You impudent little bitch. I'm going to enjoy watching you and all your little friends get crushed like bugs," he snarled. Before barking out to the Mobian standing beside him, "Starline, let's see what these new Swatbots can do to rebel trash!"

"With pleasure. Swatbots, attack!" Starline commanded. In response, the Swatbots' eyes lit up, and they charged forward faster than anything as large as them should have been able to.

 "A plan would be good right now!" Steve screamed in panic.

"How about running for our lives!" Zita exclaimed right after him. The group didn't need to be told twice, and they all took off running, the Swatbots right behind them.

"Hahahaha! Not so tough now, are you?!" Snively cackled as he watched them run.

 "You're certainly enjoying this, aren't you?" Starline stated with an arched brow as Snively smirked wide.

"Who wouldn't enjoy seeing pathetic fools crushed or torn to pieces~" The short man said with a cackle, while Starline gave his own amused smile, "Quite, but let's try to leave at least one of them intact for interrogation and robotization, shall we~"

 "Yeah, yeah, we might need them to track down other wannabe rebels," Snively admittedly half-heartedly, "We'll spare whichever one manages to survive longest. Now, let me enjoy the show!"

 He said, watching as the rebels attempted to flee the Swatbots while also pulling out makeshift blasters and opening fire at the same time.

BLAST

BLAST

"I don't think our blasters are working, guys!" Called out Keef, the usually ever-cheerful boy actually looking stressed and frightened.

"These things have to have some sort of weak point, right?!" Gretchen called out, her voice cracking slightly, really not liking the looks of their odds for getting out of this in one piece.

 "Well, there's always the brute force approach!" Dib yelled, grabbing one of the packs of explosives that they'd been planning to use on the factory. Pulling a bomb out, he threw it towards the pursuing Swatbots, and shot at it just as it started to land behind them.

BOOM

 And luck seemed to be on their side, as the force of the explosion seemed to be enough to damage the Swatbots... at least some of those up front, the rest merely plowed through their damaged comrades to get to their targets.

"That worked, but there's still a lot of tin cans to deal with," Viera said with a dark scowl.

"Aim for the ceiling!" Steve yelled, tossing one of his own explosives up at the roof and shooting it.

BOOM

"Are you crazy?!" Zita yelled, as debris started raining down and the group had to run to dodge it, "Are you trying to crush us?!"

"To be fair, it's working!" Gretchen pointed out, as pieces of the ceiling landed on several Swatbots and crushed them. At that, Zita seemed to give off a brief scowl, before shaking her head.

"Lets just focus on getting out of here before we end up roboticized!" she snapped, while sending Dib a glare, "And since you got us into this mess, you better get us out!"

Dib glared back at her, but knew better than to waste time arguing with her. Instead, he focused on trying to figure out a way out of this situation while they still could.

"Head for the far wall!" he yelled, "We can blast it open to get outside and then make a run for it!"

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Keef called out cheerfully as the group started to make a run for it while Snively continued to cackle.

"Look at them, scurrying like rats~ Oooh, how satisfying it will be to see them crushed!" The little man said, bringing his hands together with a dark smile before shooting Starline a slight frown, "Though the fact that they destroyed some of the new improved Swatbots so easily is unexpected. Hopefully, Uncle won't be too displeased."

He said with slight smirk at the end, believing that it would be Membrane and Starline who would take the blame for the Swatbots' inadequate performance, while the Mobian in question shot him a slight annoyed look.

"Only a few, and even then it took high grade explosives and them literally bringing the ceiling down to accomplish," He stated firmly to Snively, "And in any case, I highly doubt their luck will... last," He started to say, before trailing off when he noticed something off, "Why are they running straight to a dead end wall?" He asked at first, before his eyes widened when he saw Membrane's offspring pull out more high-grade explosives before launching them straight at the wall.

"NO!" Starline yelled, but unable to do anything but watch as Dib threw the explosives at the wall and fire at them.

BOOM

Blowing a huge hole into the wall, revealing the open air outside the building.

"Go, go, go!" Dib yelled to his group as they ran for the hole.

"Stop them!" Starline snarled at the Swatbots. The robots obeyed and pursued, only for the villains to watch as Dib stop and turn when at the hole and throw the entire bag of explosives at the robots.

BOOOOOM

The resulting explosion was even bigger than the past ones, consuming not only the Swatbots but also a large chunk of the assembly machinery.

 "Hehahahhaha, score one for the rebellion and zero for Eggman's goons!" Steve cheered excitedly as the group of rebels quickly fled as fast they could away from the chaos of the scene as alarms started to ring out.

"No time to celebrate yet! This place is going to be swarming with Swatbots any minute!" Dib screamed as they quickly headed to a sewer cover, and with a slight grunt opened the lid before they all jumped inside, with Dib being the last while making sure to cover the manhole cover back.

While back at the labs, Starline and Snively looked upon the devastation wrought with angry looks as a new form rushed inside.

"What's happening here!? Can't a man advance science in peace anymore?!" The form of Professor Membrane, one of the Grandmasters of the Robotnik Regime or Eggman Empire demanded, entering the scene before freezing in shock as he beheld the destruction.

"What happened is, your spawn and his annoying friends destroyed not only a squadron of the newest model of Swatbots, but heavily damaged the assembly line as well!" Starline said with a dark snarl, clenching his fists as he looked around at how their little test and trap had backfired.

 "He did?" Membrane asked, before sighing, "My poor insane son, still going on with that 'freedom' nonsense. Doesn't he realize that the old world order stymied scientific progress?"

"Who cares about that?! The point is, this is a mess!" Snively snarled, "The only upside is, at least I have Uncle's punishments for the two of you to look forward to!"

"Us?! You're not exempt from your part in planning this test!" Starline snapped, as both of them glared heatedly at each other, before freezing as a certain beep sounded out, coming from their communication devices, with Starline and Snively paling while Membrane simply tilted his head as he responded to his own promptly.

"Professor Membrane speaking," He said, before a dark gravely voice that sent chills down the spines of all that heard it sounded out from the communication device.

"Membrane, please inform Starline and Snively that I expect the three of you to report back at base for a meeting... NOW!" The voice said with at first false calm, before seeming to roar in rage at the last word, causing the three to flinch, with them - even Membrane - trading nervous looks at the realization their shared employer and master was not pleased.

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"Professor Membrane speaking," He said, before a dark gravely voice that sent chills down the spines of all that heard it sounded out from the communication device.

"Membrane, please inform Starline and Snively that I expect the three of you to report back at base for a meeting... NOW!" The voice said with at first false calm, before seeming to roar in rage at the last word, causing the three to flinch, with them - even Membrane - trading nervous looks at the realization their shared employer and master was not pleased.

 (Sometime later)

In the heart of Robotropolis, where once stood for those who could remember the old days Sumdac Systems Tower, now stood a massive fortress that acted as the palace and home of the world's ruler and the central base of operations from which he surveyed his domain and ruled it with a cold metal fist.

And deep within this base there was a room that was a cross between an operations center and throne room, where a large mechanized throne seemed to be facing an array of monitors, all of them showing the state of Membrane Labs with a pair of red eyes glowing in the darkness from the throne.

"Tell me something," A dark chilling voice sounded out from the throne, "How is it a simple field test could backfire so horribly?" It asked with a cold as metal tone, while metallic fingers clicked against the armrest of the throne room, "How is it that a mere handful of annoying rats barely out of their teens could cause such destruction to my Empire?"

It asked, with nervous silence only standing at the question before it roared angrily, "WELL, HOW IS IT!?"

 "Uncle, I'd just like to say that I share your outrage at the incompetence these two have presented today!" Snively said quickly, shaking slightly and hoping that he could stay on his uncle's (very small) good side.

"And I'd like to point out, Doctor, that this halfwit that your glorious family tree somehow managed to produce did absolutely nothing to contribute to the plan, so one could argue that by default he had a hand in it falling apart," Starline quickly cut in.

"And for my part, I'd like it on the record that I had no knowledge of this event before it happened!" Membrane added, getting incredulous looks from the other two.

"Are you kidding me? We discussed this plan a week ago, and you signed off on it!" Snively yelled.

 "I did?" Said the Professor with a blink behind his goggles, before giving a hum as he rubbed his chin through his lab coat.

"Indeed, and it was part of the reason why we didn't remove your son's DNA from the security systems!" Starline added strongly, giving a stern look at the professor.

"Huh... I knew I was forgetting something..." the Professor muttered as Snively and Starline gave facepalms, "But in my defense, I was a bit busy with my squirrel drone project," Membrane stated in a tone that was both a mixture of defensive and proud.

"Squirrel... drone?" Snively repeated flatly.

"Indeed, cybernetic squirrels, which once perfected would make great espionage and even attack units in large enough groups," Membrane explained before looking a bit sheepish, "Though, they're ah... a work in progress."

He admitted as a new female voice spoke up from the side, "I suppose this explains the reports on partially roboticized squirrels attacking grocery stores and stealing all their supplies of peanut butter and assorted nuts."

It said with a hint of amusement as a female rabbit Mobian stepped out of the shadows, possessing cream-colored fur, orange hair, brown eyes, and was wearing a red/black uniform with high-heeled boots that hugged her form quite nicely while emphasizing her F-Cups.

 "Aunt Vanilla... I didn't realize you'd be joining us," Snively grumbled, not happy to see his uncle's wife. Then again, he wasn't a fan of most people in his family, so it wasn't exactly personal.

"Well, I just thought that it might be best to have some outsider input on this situation," Vanilla Robotnik (formerly Vanilla Rabbit) replied with a smile, not offended by Snively's attitude, "Speaking of which, Professor, we all know that your work is important, but you really should learn to pay more attention to these sorts of things."

 "Hmm, yes, I suppose so. But can one really be blamed for getting distracted in the pursuit of SCIENCE?!" The Professor conceded, before exclaiming dramatically at the last word, receiving arched brows or dry looks as another new voice sounded out.

"As always Membrane, you're the shining example of what a Grandmaster should be," It said as numerous holographic forms began to fill the room, with the one having spoken being that of a man with a military hair cut and uniform.

"Ah, why thank you Silas, always happy to be appreciated by a colleague," Membrane said, missing the sarcasm of Silas' statement. This caused the other Grandmasters, the highest officers of the regime, to roll their eyes at how foolish such an intelligent man as their colleague could be.

"Okay, ignoring Membrane's obliviousness, how badly did this screw up of an operation affect us?" asked another Grandmaster dressed similarly to Silas.

"We've barely had a chance to examine the damage yet, Rankle," Starline replied to the man named Slab Rankle, "But it does look like there'll be significant delays to rolling out the Swatbot 2.0 units in large scale."

 "Is that so?" Sounded out the voice of their leader from his throne, with all of them even his wife feeling a shiver of fear... though Vanilla's was mixed with another emotion~

With Snively and Starline nervously gulping as the red glowing eyes glared at them from the throne, "Remind me again... who was it that came up with this plan?" Their master asked idly, his glowing red eyes seeming to stare into the souls of Starline and Snively in particular.

"It was him!" Who wasted no time in attempting to throw each other under the bus, "Me?!" They both exclaimed, with Snively snapping out, "You were the one that suggested a field test!" He said with Starline retorting, "And you were the one who suggested using our inside source to set up a surprise!"

The Mobian growled back, before both of them froze at the voice roaring out, "SILENCE!" Causing them to flinch, "I don't care who originally came up with the plan, you two - considering Membrane's absentmindedness led to him even forgetting about this little plan - hold equal share of the blame, so it will be you two sharing the punishment!"

Their master's voice hissed out as he rose from the shadows of his throne, revealing the form of a tall, overweight man with a massive orange mustache, wearing a red and yellow jacket with a black and yellow cape attached to it by pointed shoulders, and most noticeably a left arm that was entirely mechanical in nature.

This was the form of the conqueror and ruler of Earth for well over a decade... this was Dr. Robotnik, or Eggman as some of his enemies had taken to calling him.

And as he approached closer to Starline and Snively, both paled and gulped as he stood over them, "Which we'll get into later after hearing the current status progress reports of the others."

Robotnik added as he glanced at the forms of the other Grandmasters, both those present and those communicating through hologram.

 "Well, I'm happy to say that my operations in my areas are running smoothly," stated an avian Mobian with a yellow head, wearing a red coat and green pants known as the Great Battle Kukku, "What few rebel cells that have been popping up have quickly been shown that aerial dominance vastly outmatches whatever they try to do on the ground."

"Likewise on my end, albeit purely with ground-based forces," Silas chimed in.

"I'm sorry to report, Doctor, that my efforts to create zombie troops to supplement the Badniks are still coming up short," Slab Rankle said, "But, they're still useable as free labor, so there's that. Otherwise, things are running optimally."

 "Huff, free labor or not, I still don't understand why you waste everyone's time with those useless sacks of reanimated flesh," Stated an orange lynx with black hair, tufted ears ending in black and were pushed down by her straw conical hat; her left ear had a nick in it. Her black bangs were visible beneath her hat and hang over her face, and she wore purple eyeshadow. She wore a purple gi-like outfit trimmed in gold and belted at the waist. She also was wearing heavy gloves and boots with metal reinforcements. Her eyes were perhaps her most noticeable trait, apparently cybernetic, her irises black with circuitry visible running through them... this was the Bride of the Conquering Storm.

"I, on the other hand, am proud to report that the training camps for our more flesh and blood forces are progressing quite nicely," The lynx reported with a cold even look, "While many of them aren't up to my standards, they shall make fine soldiers for the Regime still."

She reported with a bow of her head, with Robotnik giving off a pleased hum as the youngest among the figures, at 15 and the most recent to join their ranks, spoke up next, "I'm proud to report the sea tides are proving quite fare and bountiful!"

The words coming from a female Mobian raccoon with orange-colored fur and blue eyes wearing a green pirate captain uniform.

 "All our trading ships and naval assets alike are sailing smoothly and avoiding harassment by any of those ugly barnacles calling themselves rebels!" Marine the Raccoon declared cheerfully with a salute.

 "Excellent Marine, I'm glad appointing you as Abyss' replacement after your little mutiny is proving the correct choice," Robotnik stated with a slight smirk, while Marine smiled at the praise.

"My loyalty is to my crew and the Robotnik Regime, not that slimy greedy squid I once called captain, sir," she stated eagerly.

 Several of the other Grandmasters (and Snively) rolled their eyes at the young Mobian's enthusiasm. Frankly, they thought that it had been ridiculous for her to get promoted to such a position just because she'd exposed her predecessor's embezzlement of profits from the trade routes he was supposed to be protecting and then brought him down to deliver him to Robotnik for punishment. She should have been rewarded, sure, but given a seat at the table like this? It seemed absurd to them.

But, she'd proven more than adequate at her job, and she was seemingly honest in her devout loyalty to the boss, so she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

 Robotnik, however, simply smirked with amusement as he turned his gaze to the next Grandmaster, that being a green and white furred pronghorn wearing a black and white uniform, "What about you, Clove? How did you and your sister's raid on that reported rebel location turn out?"

He asked with an arched brow, "I don't suppose you finally managed to get your hands on that annoyance Fowler?"

 "Mixed results, sir," Clove replied, "We managed to storm the facility with little damage to our own troops and managed to capture most of the rebels. However, several of them, including Fowler, managed to get away. And from the looks of things, managed to successfully destroy most of their files, so we won't be able to use them to track more rebel cells."

"Sigh, disappointing, but sadly expected as those rats are proving hard to pin," Robotnik stated with a scowl, "But sooner or later their luck will run out, and I'll take great pleasure in roboticizing former Agent William Fowler... personally."

He said with a low dark growl as his eyes gave off a menacing red glow, sending another chill down his servants' spines, "That business aside, make sure all the prisoners are interrogated for all they know and then roboticized, you know standard procedure."

Robotnik added nonchalantly with a shrug, "Oh and..." He gave a amused grin to Clove, "Please inform your sister that my daughters send their best and look forward to seeing her again," He said with a slight laugh as Clove's expression grew tighter with some conflicting emotions.

"Ah, yes sir," she said, not exactly happy about the idea of her younger sister spending time so close to Robotnik by means of being friends with his daughters. However, so long as that friendship was there, it gave them both a certain level of security in the Regime, so she wasn't going to openly protest it.

"Well, I'm happy to say that aside from today's attack, everything is going well here in the capital," Vanilla commented, "All other assembly lines are at peak efficiency, regular crime is down, and so far the Professor's son and his friends are among the very few rebels bold enough to still operate this close."

"I really am sorry about that. I don't know where I went wrong that boy. Why can't he be more well-adjusted like his sister?" Membrane sighed, everyone grimacing at that last part.

"Right, because she's so well-off," Snively grumbled, shuddering at the thought of what Gaz Membrane had done to the last person who had pissed her off.

"Precisely!" Membrane declared, missing Snively's sarcasm completely, "Instead, he's still running around with all this rebellious nonsense!"

"Yes, the Dib-Monkey is quite annoying," commented the last Grandmaster, a certain red-eyed green alien, "You have Zim's deepest condolences for having a genetic connection to him, Professor."

 Spoke the sole living member of the Irken race on Earth, and secretly the second official contact that the planet had with extraterrestrial life. Though as far as those outside the higher ranks and inner circle of the Regime knew, Zim was simply a human with a skin condition and great technological skill that threw his lot in with Robotnik. But to those in the know, he was like the Mobians an alien who arrived on Earth and aligned himself with Robotnik, offering further technology and information on not only his own people but the greater universe.

"Ah, thank you Zim, but really I think the boy probably just needs some stern discipline," Membrane told Zim while taking on a thoughtful tone, "Perhaps I should have him signed up for boot camp or military school, those programs are supposed to have good records in straightening out children."

He added, while Marine from her holograms position whispered out to the Grandmasters next to her, "He does remember his son's eighteen and likely going to be roboticized when he's captured... right?" The pirate queen of the Robotnik Regime asked with a slight confused look, prompting Kukku to give a snort and Clove to sigh.

"Honestly I doubt it, and it's little wonder why Membrane's offspring is a disappointment with his lack of attention," Kukku stated with a scowl, "And it's why I've always made sure to keep up with my own duties as a father alongside my work for Robotnik," He added, because Speedy still had much to learn, but he was certainly no disappointment like Membrane's spawn.

"And incidentally, how is your skin and eye condition treating you, Zim?" Membrane asked, turning to look at Zim while everyone else in the room facepalmed.

"Case in point on Membrane's obliviousness," Clove sounded out with a groan, as how is it Membrane still didn't accept or realize Zim wasn't a human but a member of an alien species?

 "It's fine," Zim replied flatly. Seriously, he didn't even have his disguise on, and this supposed genius still thought he was human? It was ridiculous beyond belief! "In any case, I'm happy to report that while our friend Lockdown hasn't found any of our targets yet, there's still no sign of the wider universe becoming aware of things here on Earth yet."

"Glad to hear your cakewalk of a job is going so well while the rest of us are doing the hard work," Snively said dryly, earning a glare from Zim.

"You have something to say, pointy-nosed failure-monkey?" Zim asked with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, I do. How come we're the only ones in trouble for today's fiasco? You're the one who cultivated that mole who was supposed to help set the trap up!" Snively snapped.

"And as usual, I see your tiny brain fails to remember things correctly," Zim sneered, "Zim's operative is only tasked with informing us of the Dib-Stink's plans. You and the mammal-duck were the ones who were supposed to plot around it!"

"I'm a platypus, not a duck," Starline growled, glaring at the space bug, "And perhaps if your spy would be proactive, we could have been successful. Or if you'd at least tell us which of those brats it is!"

"That is for Zim and our glorious leader alone to know," Zim scoffed.

 "Indeed," Robotnik agreed with a serious nod, "While of course everyone in this room can be trusted and wouldn't even think of betraying me," He stated with a somewhat smug tone and warning look to everyone attending the meeting, "The fact of the matter is, the less people that know a secret, the less likely it will be found out by undesirables."

He added as he clasped his hands behind his back, "And considering Zim's pet mole is one of the few sources we have inside the annoying insects that call themselves a rebellion, it's best if their identity is kept close to the chest."

The tyrant stated, with quite a number of Grandmasters giving understanding nods, while others such as Snively and Starline just looked displeased, "That aside, Zim..."

Robotnik turned his focus toward Zim, "Any other news on the going-ons of the wider universe, whether it's your people or not? Even if it doesn't affect us, I'm never one to turn down gossip for amusement or a chance to exploit."

 "Well, for my people, Zim can share that they recently announced the conquest of Blorch, the planet of the Slaughtering Rat People," he replied.

"That's a thing?" Silas asked.

"Not anymore," Zim snickered, "Beyond that, nothing on that front, and really just more of the same everywhere else. The Decepticons continue to make their scattered hit and run tactics against the Autobots, the Kree and Skrulls trade blows in that never-ending war of theirs, and the Cluster gobbles up any unaffiliated worlds they can get their grubby metal hands on."

 "So basically business as normal across the wider galaxy, then," Robotnik surmised as Zim nodded in agreement, "All the same, continue to monitor and report any interesting findings for now."

He ordered as he surveyed the gathered Grandmasters of his empire with a dark grin, "After all, while our focus is on Earth, we mustn't forget this planet is but a stepping stone in my ambition."

Robotnik said, raising and clenching his metallic fist, "Because once Earth is truly cemented under my control, the rebellion forces crushed, and our forces ready..." His grin grew positively sinister, "We shall expand my empire across the greater universe itself!"

He exclaimed grandly while throwing his arms up in the air, "And no one! Not rebel fools, Cybertrionians, Irkens, or even the dark plague of Mobius will stop me!" He proclaimed to them all, before descending into a mad laugh that filled his throne room.

 Most of the Grandmasters either laughed along or at least smirked. After all, whatever their reasons for joining the Regime, they all stood to benefit from its victories, and so were eager to see Robotnik's vision fulfilled.

"Well, is that everything?" Vanilla asked, looking around the room once the laughter died down, "If not, I think we can all get back to work... and handling the problem from earlier."

Snively and Starline both winced at that, and looked around desperately to see if anyone had anything else to say and delay their punishment. However, they found only indifference or pity, but no one willing to stick out their necks.

"I suppose I better be getting back to the lab to oversee repairs," Membrane sounded out with a slight sigh, with many following suit.

"I have inspections to conduct on our military forces," Silas sounded out, his hologram winking out.

"And I need to check on the zombie labor camps," Slab Rankle chimed in.

"The fleets have a training exercise," Kukku stated simply.

"I have training to get to," Bride of the Conquering Storm said evenly.

"I have to start interrogating prisoners," Clove sounded out.

"I've got treasure hunting to get too!" Marine said with an eager tone.

One by one all the holograms disappeared as Professor Membrane was excused out of the throne room, leaving Snively and Starline alone with Vanilla, Zim, and of course Dr. Robotnik, who now loomed over them with a dark grin, his eyes gleaming maliciously.

"Now, what should I do with you two~" He asked with a low twisted laugh.

 "Uncle, please, let's not be too extreme here!" Snively begged, "How were we supposed to know that they'd be able to escape that easily?"

"You should have been prepared for it, no matter what you were actually expecting," Zim sneered.

"Why are you even still here?" Starline snapped at him.

"Zim has nothing better to do," the Irken replied, before snapping his fingers. In response, a robotic arm emerged from offscreen of his side of the hologram and presented him with a bowl of popcorn, which he happily began munching on as he watched the proceedings.

 Robotnik gave Starline and Snively a cold even look, "Fortunately for you two, I find myself in a magnanimous mood," He stated, leaning back while causing the two to give a slight sigh, "So rather than roboticize you two and deal with finding appropriate replacements to take up your duties..."

Before paling and nervously gulping together again, "I'll instead issue a two-fold punishment," Robotnik stated, sending them a smirk, "Starting off, for your failure I expect you two to assist Scratch, Grounder, and Coconuts in maintenance for the palace the next month."

He informed them, before adding with a nasty cackle, "I'm told that the palace trash compactor has been malfunctioning, so you can start by cleaning it out by hand for repairs~" He said, finding amusement in the looks on their faces.

 Starline and Snively both grimaced at that, not looking forward to such a task. However, they both knew that they were getting off VERY easy compared to what Robotnik might otherwise do to them.

"Of course, Doctor. We'll get on that right away," Starline said, nervously adjusting his glasses.

 "Excellent, but before you leave, allow me to inform you of the second part of your punishment," Robotnik stated as he returned to his throne seat while Starline and Snively looked curiously at him, "You see, you might have heard the rumors, but we have a nasty mystery troublemaker disturbing the patrols, and in some cases helping other criminals escape custody."

Robotnik explained, pressing a button on his mechanized throne as it swiveled around to face the screens behind him, all of which were displaying what footage they had of these incidents and the strange blue flash causing them, "Right now I have the security forces investigating this disturbance, and young Miss Rose seems particularly eager to identify and neutralize them."

He said with a dark menacing grin as he clicked his fingers together, "I would like you two to join the investigation and correct your mistake with the other rebels by eliminating this one... am I understood?"

He explained, before ending his statement with a threatening question.

"Yes, Uncle. Whoever is responsible for this, we'll find them and make them pay for daring to defy you," Snively said with a bow of his head.

"Good, now you're dismissed," Robotnik said with a distracted wave of his hand, with the two eagerly taking the chance to get out of there with slight sighs of relief.

"Well then..." Starline, as they exited the command throne room, gave a slight cough, "Despite the mess you got us in, it seems I have a chance to redeem myself in the Doctor's eyes."

He said with a calm collected tone while Snively shot him a glare, "Excuse me? The mess I got us in?!" He exclaimed before the two started to descend into another argument.

While back in the throne room, Robotnik looked thoughtfully at the monitors with a frown before stating out loud, "Vanilla, you are dismissed as well," He said with the rabbit Mobian giving him a blink, "I shall meet you back in our chambers, but I have something to discuss with Zim privately first."

"Of course dear," Vanilla said, giving her husband a quick kiss before exiting the room. Once they were sure they were alone, Robotnik and Zim both shifted their body language slightly, seeming to relax somewhat.

"I'm surprised that you went that easy on them, Night," Zim commented in a lighter tone, examining his by now half-empty bowl of popcorn.

Robotnik at Zim's comment simply let out a hum, "Honestly, we were half-expecting Dib to pull off some sort of escape anyways," He admitted, giving off a shrug, "So a little humiliation to make them further motivated and a new assignment seems enough."

He stated, turning his throne to face Zim's hologram, "Though recent events make it clear things are starting to escalate," The tyrant stated with a dark frown, "Which means the true show is about to begin."

"About time if you ask me. The Autobots should have woken up years ago," Zim stated, "Though then again, I suppose our presence has delayed things on that front."

"Indeed, but we must remember that things aren't how they're suppose to be," Robotnik stated gravely with a frown, while bringing his hands together in thought, "The presence of a shared universe with both Sonic and Invader Zim lore in the equation was already enough of a butterfly effect factor."

He stated matter of factly, before adding in a low growl, "But for however large or deep Lake Eerie is, the fact is we should have found something! With how much resources we've poured into searching the lake for the ship."

Robotnik said with a low growl as he looked over to Zim, "But nothing, not a sign or trace of the Autobots," he shook his head scowling, "Which means despite Megatron's head still being discovered by Issac with the addition of myself, what we know of the Transformers lore already changed from what we remembered that night."

The tyrant said with a groan, rubbing his face, "The Autobots' ship crashed landed somewhere else... somewhere that allowed their ship to be undiscovered all these decades... which means they and the All Spark could be anywhere."

Zim - or rather, the isekai soul of a big fan of his who had awoken years ago in his body - frowned at that. Because as much as he'd been holding out hope for an alternative answer, the logical part of him had accepted a long time ago that what his friend was saying was the unavoidable truth. If they hadn't found the Autobots or the All-Spark by now, they must have ended up crashing someplace else, which meant that even beyond the ripple effect of their actions, things weren't matching canon.

Which, honestly, they should have seen coming from the changes already present from the other series involved in this universe. The Mobians having to evacuate their homeworld to come to Earth was the big glaring fact, of course, but there were plenty more where that came from. Which altogether meant that things were starting to slip out of the realm of their meta knowledge, which made him very uncomfortable.

"We should consider checking the forest again. That's where Megatron's body ended up, after all," he mused.

"We've been searching the forest, and while we managed to find the buried remains of Megatron's body, we still have no All Spark," Robotnik, or like Zim the soul that had awakened as Julian Ivo Robotnik Jr all those years ago, growled in annoyance.

It had been quite a shocking experience to wake up and realize you were one of the most popular villains in video game and pop culture history and poster face of mad scientist as a child. And with the shock growing even further when he realized his best friend was a familiar face from another franchise all together, Isaac Sumdac... never mind the shock he got at his own parents' identities as well.

Though he had put his shock behind him, and with patience, cunning, and ruthless ambition worthy of any variation of Robotnik had bided his time over the course of decades, being there to discover Megatron's head with Isaac and working with him to reverse engineer and eventually found Sumdac Robotics together. Of course, the friendship eventually served its purpose and Issac was... handled in the early days of his planetary takeover.

"But none the less, we must continue to search everywhere. The All Spark needs to be retrieved at all costs," Robotnik said with a low growl, glaring over at his fellow isekai soul and... friend, "Recent events alone prove the ball has started to roll, and while circumstances will likely be different from canon, there could still be a good chance the Autobots will awaken sooner or later."

He surmised with a dark scowl, "And while not as experienced as his other variations, I doubt any version of the noble Optimus Prime will stand idly by and let us continue to rule as we have," He said, before adding with a mocking tone, "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings, bah!"

 "Yes, that's unfortunately unavoidable," Zim said, "And let's not forget that once they're active, that's likely to draw the Decepticons' attention as well. And while they might agree with our way of doing things, they're more likely to want to conquer us for the fun of it. Not to mention what Megatron's loyalists would probably do to us if they found out that you used him as the basis for your technology."

 "Indeed, which is why we need to be ready for when the Autobots and Decepticons will come into play," Robotnik stated with a firm frown, "And I still believe the All Spark as well as the Chaos Emeralds are going to be the key to everything we just need to find them."

He stated, leaning back in his throne while leaving unsaid he meant more than them being the key to more power and securing his empire's rule. But perhaps the key to what he had been searching for, for so long.

And at that he gave a brief shiver as he recalled the unrelenting chill and emptiness he could just barely recall feeling before awakening as Robotnik.... no, never again! One way or another, he will do what so many have tried and failed to accomplish. He will defy death! And the name of Dr. Robotnik shall endure and survive for all eternity!

 And while he also didn't say it out loud, Zim shared that opinion. He was not going to go quietly into that good night, thank you very much, not if there was even the slightest chance that he could cheat the inevitable and rule forever!

"We'll find them. These rebels may be growing more bold, but we still control the planet. The entire world's resources are at our disposal, and more than that if I use my off world connections. We will crush anyone who opposes us!" he declared.

 "I couldn't agree more, Zim," Robotnik agreed, before turning his throne to face the screens again as he looked upon the recovered footage of the recent mysterious attacks on patrols, "I couldn't agree more~"

He repeated with a darker sinister undertone. There was a reason he hadn't nipped the source of these disturbances in the bud, and he do so hoped the hedgehog put up an amusing challenge.

After all, what was a Robotnik without a Sonic to completely and utterly crush?

And at that thought, he descended into a cruel evil laugh.

 (Elsewhere)

Across the city, a squadron of Swatbots was patrolling down the street, with nearby civilians eyeing them carefully, and whispering to each other.

"Did you hear about the explosion at the factory?"

"Yeah, I hear it was another rebel attack."

"Are those guys still around? I'd have thought that the Regime would have crushed them by now."

"Unless it's not as strong as it looks..."

"Shush! You want to get arrested?!"

 One citizen, a blue furred hedgehog, was leaning against the wall of an alleyway with a small smirk, "Looks like somebody's got Eggy's goons all scrambled," He muttered with a slight chuckle, "And here I thought we had something special ~"

He mused with a dash of sarcasm.

 After all, he'd been doing plenty of his own to make trouble for the Regime, and was proud of it. But, he wasn't so egotistical that he was going to complain about other people standing up for themselves. If someone else wanted to stick it to Eggman and his cronies, then more power to them in his opinion.

Though speaking of making trouble, he thought with narrowed eyes as he saw some Swatbots turning to walk towards the group that had been arguing too loudly, it might be time for him to make some more.

 "Well, I suppose a little bit of exercise before I drop in on Tails' workshop will do be some good," He stated with a smirk, before vanishing in a flash of blue. Meanwhile, the citizens found themselves stopping their argument as they looked at the Swatbots surrounding them.

"Citizens, you are disturbing the peace and violating Robotroplis' official laws, please come quietly into custody," The lead bot ordered as it stomped forward.

"Can't we talk about this?" Asked the form of a beaver Mobian while shivering in fear with a gulp.

"Hehe, yeah, we weren't doing anything, honest!" Exclaimed a fearful-looking human male, nodding his head rapidly in agreement.

 "Citizens, you are resisting arrest," the lead bot declared, as it and its companions armed their weapons, "Excessive force authorized!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" the beaver begged as the Swatbots' weapons prepared to fire...

WHOOSH

And then there was a blur of blue light, and something slammed into the lead bot hard enough to send it flying into its squadmates with the sound of crunching metal.

 "What's happening!?" Yelped the beaver fearfully as the blur started to slam into more Swatbots.

"Who cares, let's just get the hell out of here!" Exclaimed a fearful-looking rabbit Mobian as the citizens took the chance to book it. As they ran, the damaged Swatbots ignored them in favor of pulling themselves up and looking around in an attempt to find what had attacked them.

"Threat identified... targeting... targeting..." the lead bot announced as it tried to track the blur, only for it to slam into the bot's head, crushing it. While Sonic himself gave an unseen smirk as he thrashed and sent Robbuttnik's toys back to the recycle bin. Ah, now that certainly put a smile on his face~

Though his mood soured with conflicting emotions when a new voice cried out and arrived on the scene.

"What the hell is going on here!?" Demanded none other than security officer Amy Rose, running down the street with a squadron of Swatbots. Sighing to himself, Sonic zipped back over to the wall he'd been leaning against, unnoticed by the new arrivals.

"Looks like someone broke some of your boss's toys," he called out, causing Amy to jump in surprise and spin around to face him, gaining a disgruntled look when she recognized him.

"Sonic," she said tersely.

"Hey Ames, looking good," Sonic said evenly. He and Amy had been friends as kids, back during the days of the Great Evacuation, but they'd drifted apart after coming to Earth, due to her developing blind loyalty towards Robotnik and not liking Sonic's attitude towards the Regime.

And sadly her obsession with Egghead had only gotten stronger through the years, to the point she worshiped him, kissed the ground he walked on, and apparently had some kinda twisted love for the tyrant on top it. Never mind the massive age difference, the fact he was married (though his wife who was also half Robotnik's age had to be either as twisted as him or one very unlucky soul), or of course that the guy was a complete and utter monster right up there with the things that attacked Mobius all those years ago.

You'd think he'd mention the different species thing, but he had no problem with human/Mobian couples, which a few had formed since the Mobians had settled on Earth, and if there's one thing he'd give Robuttnik, it's the fact humans and Mobians were equal... it's just in his eyes they were equal under his boot.

Though all of that was neither here or there as his old friend shot him an annoyed glare, "And I don't suppose you'd know anything about this?" Amy demanded, while gesturing toward the destroyed robots with her hammer.

"Beats me. I was just minding my own business when I saw some of those tin cans decide to start harassing some people, and then suddenly something ran through and knocked them all over," Sonic replied with a shrug, causing Amy to huff.

"First of all, I'm sure that the Swatbots wouldn't have acted without just cause," she said, Sonic rolling his eyes at that, "And secondly, you're saying that you didn't actually see what attacked them?"

"Nope, can't say that I did," he replied.

This caused Amy to scowl in annoyance before giving an annoyed sigh, "Of course you didn't... and chances are no else did either," she said with irritation while leaning against her hammer with a scowl, "And I take it like your uncle you didn't notice anything suspicious?"

She added pointedly, with Sonic's heckles slightly raising at the mention of his uncle but he simply shot her a smirk, "Not a thing," He stated before adding on, "Also, you visited Uncle Chuck? If you wanted to catch up over some chili dogs Amy, all you needed to do was ask~"

"I'll pass," Amy said dryly, "Unlike some people, I actually have important work that needs doing."

"Yeah, helping ol' Eggman keeping his iron fist wrapped tight," Sonic said icily, causing Amy to glare at him.

"Don't talk about the Doctor like that!" she snapped, "Are you forgetting everything he's done for our people? Where would we be without him?"

 "Oh yes, how could I ever forgot the man who conquered and enslaved his planet, and allowed our people to oh so graciously become his subjects," Sonic countered sarcastically, "And all at the low price of any hope or freedom we had left."

He added with a huff, crossing his arms, "You really need to wake up and smell the roses, Amy, Egghead is not the great honorable savior you think he is," He said, giving her a stern look, "I mean, the roboticizations, people living in fear of his bots, heck the dude's twisted taste in public entertainment! I can go on all day why that egg's rotten to the core."

 Amy grit her teeth, face reddening in anger, before she finally forced out a breath to calm herself down.

"I'm not having this argument with you again," she muttered, before turning to the Swatbots that had accompanied her, "Gather up the remains of the damaged bots, we'll take them back to base and examine their recordings of what happened."

At that, the bots quickly moved, following the orders while Sonic frowned at her back, "Amy, seriously... I'm getting worried for you," He admitted, running his hand through his head quills, "This obsession you've got with Egghead isn't healthy," He stated matter of factly, "And don't even get me started on the rumors I've been hearing lately."

He said with an open expression of disgust. Because it was bad enough that she had some kind of fangirl crush, but the idea of her actually acting on it... no, that was too much, and Sonic couldn't stand the thought of it.

"Like I care what a bunch of gossipers think," Amy scoffed, keeping her back to Sonic so that he wouldn't see her blush at what he was implying, "And what I do with my personal life is my business. So, thanks for the concern, but I don't need it."

 "Amy..." Sonic called out, but she walked off without looking back or another word, leaving Sonic to groan, "Well, that went well," He said sarcastically to himself as he started to leave the scene, "Honestly, him basically enslaving an entire planet was bad enough, but he had to go and turn one of my friends into his love-struck fangirl."

He grumbled with a scowl, "Never mind the rumors floating around about one of the things Sally's folks had to agree to for Mobians to become his citizens," He spat, his good mood all but vanished.

 One of his oldest friends was turning into an obsessed fangirl who was willing to enforce a tyrant's will, and another was rumored to be well on the way to basically being sold off to said tyrant. Was it any wonder that Sonic hated Robotnik with a passion?

 "Sigh, maybe visiting Tails will help me get my mind off this crap," He muttered as he proceeded to leave the scene and make his way to his friend's secret workshop/base, their home away from home.

While Amy oversaw the salvage of the destroyed Swatbot with a scowl. These attacks were steadily increasing and escalating; if they weren't stopped soon, who knows what sort of chaos could happen? It might start to give other troublemakers... ideas, she thought, scowling as Sonic's face flashed through her mind along with his words.

"Grr, what does he know!" She snapped to herself with a dark scowl, "The Doctor is greater than he'll ever be! And I'm going to make him proud by finding and eliminating this problem."

She proclaimed with a determined gaze, while inwardly hoping that it might perhaps lead to her earning the Doctor's attention and favor, "Robotnik~" she sighed with a slight distracted dreamy gaze.

 Those gross rumors about her and the Doctor were just that, but Amy couldn't deny that she wished they were true. She'd been in love with him since she was little, shortly after the Mobians had settled on Earth.

Back then, not everyone among the human population had been so willing to accept their new neighbors. There had been a lot of hate crimes and violence aimed at them, and young Amy had found herself caught up in a riot caused by humans not liking having Mobians moving into their neighborhood. She'd been fearful for her life... and then Robotnik had been there, personally leading a small army of his Badniks to crush the rioters and show that he wouldn't tolerate such things in his regime.

 She could still remember the feeling of awe from seeing him in person for first time... and the moment where he spotted her, just a little girl fearful in the crowd, and bent down on his knee, offering his hand to her after the criminals were arrested.

"Trash like that has no place in my empire... unlike you... I can see a spark of potential in you child~" Those words, she never forgot them, she thought blushing with a dreamy gaze.

 He had made her feel so special in that moment, and she just wanted to live up to that. No matter what it took, she would prove that she was worthy of his view of her!

 And perhaps worthy enough to stand by his side, "Heheh, Amy Robotnik~ Has such a nice ring to it," She said with a slight dazed tone and expression as she started to daydream, because with all due respect to Grandmaster Vanilla aside, she could be the wife that their great ruler and master really deserved~

 Yes, she could see it now. Her, walking down the aisle in a white gown, to the altar where Robotnik waited for her in all his glory. Saying their vows before a cheering audience. And then him carrying her away to enjoy their wedding night...

"Ma'am, all fallen units have been recovered," a Swatbot stated, snapping Amy out of her daydreaming.

"Ah... right, good work," Amy said with a slight cough and an embarrassed flush, "Let's get these things to base, hopefully this time that blue blur slipped up," she huffed, before pausing as the Swatbot spoke up again.

"Also, an alert has gone out to the security forces for a high priority target," It stated mechanically, causing Amy to blink.

"Who?" She asked, before giving a groan at the answer, "Can't that girl stay out of trouble for one day?" she asked herself as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

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Yes, she could see it now. Her, walking down the aisle in a white gown, to the altar where Robotnik waited for her in all his glory. Saying their vows before a cheering audience. And then him carrying her away to enjoy their wedding night...

"Ma'am, all fallen units have been recovered," a Swatbot stated, snapping Amy out of her daydreaming.

"Ah... right, good work," Amy said with a slight cough and an embarrassed flush, "Let's get these things to base, hopefully this time that blue blur slipped up," she huffed, before pausing as the Swatbot spoke up again.

"Also, an alert has gone out to the security forces for a high priority target," It stated mechanically, causing Amy to blink.

"Who?" She asked, before giving a groan at the answer, "Can't that girl stay out of trouble for one day?" she asked herself as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

 (Elsewhere in Robotropolis)

Many of the citizens jumped back startled as they spotted an advanced-looking car driving down the streets like a maniac, while being pursued by several hover pod units as well as some police cars.

WEE WOO

WEE WOO

WEE WOO

With a small yellow and black car leading the chase of the police units as its driver, none other than Captain Fanzone, grumbled under his breath.

"Urg, can't believe I'm wasting my time dealing with the princess' teenage rebellion," He said as he rolled down the window and stuck his head out, shouting, "PULL OVER NOW!"

The only response that the Captain got was an arm sticking out of the speeding car's window and flipping him off, before retreating back inside as the car picked up even more speed.

"Damn brat," Fanzone muttered, "Can't even use aggressive force to stop her without her old man bringing the hammer down on us!"

He said with a scowl; dealing with any members of the Robotnik family tree was always something to be handled carefully, but this one in particular... was probably the biggest headache of his life.

"Monsieur Fanzone, come in, we have the road block ready up ahead."

But the captain gave a blink as his radio buzzed out a young French-accented voice (And he was still questioning the fact that the owner of the voice apparently had the accent even before arriving on Earth).

"Good work Antoine," Fanzone responded while holding the radio up to his mouth, "Let's just try to get this done in time for her royal highness to be sent to bed without supper," He said with a small scowl while glaring at the car ahead of him.

While inside the car, "Uhh, Sari, don't you think you should pull over? The police captain looked really upset," Asked a robot or rather Badnik model that some would recognize of the Grounder line, though with a few noticeable differences. It, or rather he, was a small, short, stocky, teal robot with tank tracks for feet, an antennae on the back of the top of his head, and a compass bellybutton as well as drills as his default hands (and nose). He vaguely resembled a mole. He also carried a plate on his back that read "X-14".

And right now he was looking out the back window of the car, which itself had an interior covered completely in shadows outside of purple lights being emitted from the front dashboard.

"Oh, don't be such a chicken, mole face!" Said the form of a tall, lanky, roughly humanoid robotic rooster with white feathers, big feet, wing-like arms, silver body armor, black collar and belt, a red rooster comb on top of his head, a red two-feathered tail, and a yellow beak and legs, "I mean really what's the worst that could happen?"

The rooster asked with a confidant grin.

"Uh, well, I suppose the Doctor could recycle us?" Said the first robot with a thoughtful look.

"Er... right, that's possible, I guess," the taller robot said, suddenly nervous.

"Ugh, both of you zip it," grumbled a third robot, which looked like a small grey-bodied monkey with a screen on his chest, red fur, and a siren on top of his head, "Sari knows what she's doing, so just shut up and enjoy the ride!"

"Thank you, Coconuts," said the driver, a teenage girl with dark skin, red eyes, and red hair currently dyed dark purple that was pulled back into two side ponytails. She was currently wearing a fur-lined open coat, a midriff-baring shirt, a skirt, leggings and boots, all of them in alternating shades of dark purple and green.

 "After all, there's nothing wrong with a nice relaxing drive through town, is there~" The girl asked rhetorically with a smirk, before suddenly swerving recklessly to the right, skidding a bit in the process but still continued to drive with a wild gleam in her eyes as the Badniks hit the side of the car with grunts.

"Urg... guess not... but..." Grounder groaned from the back, with Coconuts laying on top of him on the back seat floor, "But won't the Doctor and your mom be upset?" He questioned, with Sari suddenly giving a scowl at it.

 "She's not my mom, she's just some slut who spread her legs for my dad so that she could get a good position in the Regime," Sari spat, still not happy about her father's marriage after all these years.

"But you don't mind calling Cream your sister?" Scratch pointed out.

"She's a sweet kid. Not her fault her mother's a whore," Sari grumbled.

 Honestly, Cream was probably the only good thing that came from that gold-digging whore, she thought darkly while thinking of Vanilla, the freaking slut who certainly wasted no time in kicking her former husband straight into the roboticizer just so she could sink her hooks into her dad. She wasn't even worthy enough to kiss her boots, much less call herself Mrs. Robotnik, and she had the gall to act like she was her mother, to say they were just one big happy family.

Please, Cream might be her sister and she loved the kid, but there was no way in hell she'd ever call Vanilla her mother. Honestly, her dad had an entire planet of women to pick as his wife, and he goes for the rabbit with cow tits? She thought incredulously, shaking her head with a small scowl before blinking as she heard a voice call out.

"Uh, Sari? Looks like we've some more company," Scratch informed her while looking behind his seat.

"Who?" The girl questioned with an arched brow.

"Uhh, looks like that Sammy Speedster guy," Grounder sounded out after he climbed back up on the backseat.

"Oh?" Sari at this information had a smirk form on her face, "Good, let's make things interesting~"

 Because if there was anyone who could match her love of high speed, it was the security forces' number one driver, she thought as she looked in the rearview mirror at the red race car coming into view.

"Okay Sam, show me what you got~" Sari chuckled, pushing the car up a gear and slamming the speed pedal down. And at that she sped down the street as the new arrival, that being a red advanced car, sped after her.

"This is Sam Speed, I'm in pursuit of the target," Called out Sam Speed, a man possessing peach skin, orange hair, and green eyes, who was currently wearing a red and white racing uniform and helmet.

"Try to herd her to the roadblock, Speed, and we'll handle the rest," Fanzone's voice came out from the vehicle's dashboard communicator, "And remember, be careful - if that crazy girl gets herself hurt, it's a one-way trip to the roboticizer for all of us," The police chief reminded Speed firmly.

"Relax, I got this under control," Sam stated back confidently with an unseen smirk under his helmet, "After all, no one out races me," He said as he turned on the boosters and rocketed off after Sari, with the high-speed chase becoming all the more thrilling to the girl, while also attracting eyes and attention from across the city.

 "Looks like Robotnik Junior's making a scene again," Zita said, watching the TV that Dib's rebel cell kept in the rundown house on the edge of town that they used as a hideout.

"Great, maybe she'll actually do something that'll get her more than a slap on the wrist this time," Steve said dryly, also watching the high-speed chase unfolding on the screen.

"You kidding?" Dib asked, glancing over from the table where he was working with some tools, "The tyrant will give up his power before he punishes that brat."

 "Ah, come on guys, I know Robotnik's a real big meanie, but that doesn't mean his kids are bad," Keef sounded out as he walked out of the kitchen carrying a small platter that held plates with sandwiches on it for everybody. However, at his words and entrance, everyone shot him dry looks.

"Right... who wants to start the sound off of the Robotnik family tree and why they're all creeps and jerks?" Viera asked with a bored look on a chair.

"Well, today's proved that Snively is, like always, a scheming sniveling slimeball," Steve chimed in, watching the TV on the couch beside Zita, while Gretchen sat on the floor in front of them.

 "Meanwhile, his brother's a smug jackass," Gretchen added.

"And Robotnik's brother and parents are just as bad as he is," Viera scoffed.

"Actually think his mom is scarier," Steve admitted as the group gave off a shiver.

"His wife's the very definition of ruthless gold-digger, considering the way she 'divorced' her husband to jump into Robotnik's bed," Zita added dryly, with Dib giving a nod before chiming in.

"And her daughter is, well..." Dib held up his finger, pausing before giving a slight befuddled blink, "Actually... what do we know about his youngest again?" He asked, scratching his head.

"Considering you used to hang around Robotnik's kids growing up, shouldn't you already know?" Steve questioned with an arched brow.

"Ehh, admittedly once I realized how rotten the family was, I tried to avoid them," Dib admitted sheepishly with a cough.

"Fair enough, I guess," Gretchen commented, "But yeah, I don't think I've heard much about the younger daughter. I think they've been keeping her out of the media spotlight."

"What, they actually care about her privacy?" Viera asked dryly.

"Well, she's still pretty young, probably want to make sure she's ready before dealing with paparazzi," Keef added with a thoughtful look and smile as he finished passing around sandwiches.

"Right... But Robotnik being an overprotective dad aside," Dib said while giving a snort as he rolled his eyes, "His family tree is full of nothing but rotten apples," He stated while gesturing to the TV news report, "And even back when I was a kid, I can safely say Sari was a troublemaker brat who pushed her luck to his absolute limit," He said with a frown, with Viera adding in with a snort, "And considering Dib grew up with Gaz, he'd know a spoiled brat when he saw one."

Dib winced at that, as he always did when the subject of his sister came up. They had never been close, but he'd cared about her and thought that the sentiment was returned, even if in only a backhanded way... and then she'd stabbed him in the back by exposing his rebel actions to the security forces. She'd shown zero regret the last time he'd seen her, when he'd had to jump out the window of their house and run down the street to escape, barely getting word to his friends before the Swatbots could start breaking their doors down too.

Seeing all this playing out on his face, Viera grimaced at having brought up the subject, and quickly changed it.

"Anyway, any bets on how long you guys think the chase will last this time?" she asked.

"Eh, five Robo-credits on her actually getting away," Zita sounded out with a shrug.

"I'm putting my money on her literally crashing and burning," Steve sounded out.

"I give her another 5 minutes before they catch her," Gretchen offered.

"Well, I think she's going to stop and come along quietly," Keef added cheerfully as the group, alongside many other Robotropolis citizens, settled in to watch the chase.

 (Elsewhere)

"Whoo, you go girl!" excitedly yelled an Asian girl with brown hair with pink streaks wearing a purple short-sleeved shirt and blue shorts over striped blue and purple tights, watching Sari's chase on the TV.

"Miko, should you really be cheering on this kind of thing?" sighed the dark-haired boy wearing a grey shirt and jeans seated on the couch next to her.

"Aw, come on Jack, this is quality entertainment right here!" Miko protested, watching with delight as Sari's car made a hairpin turn that almost caused it to tip over on its side before it righted itself.

 "You see! You can't tell me that's not awesome!" Miko exclaimed, gesturing to the screen with a wide excited grin, "You agree with me, right Raf?" Miko inquired, turning to face the third and youngest person in the room, that being a 12-year-old preteen with spiky brown hair that sticked upwards, brown eyes, and was wearing a red pair of glasses along with a pair of jeans and a dress shirt, covered up by an orange dress sweater.

"Huh? Ah, right, exciting," Raf agreed, looking up from his laptop computer while shooting Miko a sheepish grin, but Miko arched a brow.

"While I can't believe you're more interested in your computer than this, I'll take it as a vote for my side, so I win," Miko stated while sending Jack a teasing smirk, causing the boy to groan

 Miko was one of his oldest friends, their families having been close since hers had moved to what had then been called Detroit a few years before Doctor Robotnik had taken over, so they'd grown up together. But sometimes her adrenaline junkie attitude - which, as this exchange showed, could be filled by proxy of watching someone else doing something exciting - really drove him nuts.

"You know, if she wasn't the Doctor's daughter, she'd probably be in jail for stunts like this," Jack pointed out with a sigh.

 "And that's getting off lucky, since there's always the chance of the roboticizer," Raf chimed in with a brief shiver and frown as he looked over at Miko and Jack. He didn't have their history, but after Jack and Miko stepped in when that jerk Vince was bullying him at school, he quickly become a close friend, to the point it felt like they were always a trio.

Miko, however, wasn't deterred at her friends' points, "Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact what she's doing is pretty cool," Miko said with a smirk, leaning back in her seat, "Really makes me glad not everybody among the big cheeses in charge are uptight jerks who don't know the meaning of fun."

She added on with a roll of her eyes.

 "If you say so," Jack said, watching as Sari's car reached a police barricade and somehow launched itself into the air over the lined-up cars, sending the cops gathered behind them scattering in a panic. A Mobian coyote in particular almost got crushed in the process.

Yeah, Jack didn't see the appeal of this.

 "Honestly, sooner or later that girl is going to push her dad and regret it," Jack said aloud with a sigh to his friends.

"What, like joining the rebels?" Miko questioned with a snort.

"I don't think she'd go that far," Raf chimed in with Jack frowning.

"Let's hope not, though I honestly don't understand why anyone even bothers joining those guys any," he added. He could understand the desire for freedom and all that, and his mom told him stories about what Earth was like before. But fact was, he was born during the first year of Robotnik's takeover, with his friends born after, so the Doctor's world was all they had ever known. And as long as you kept your head down, or in Miko's case didn't push your luck too far, you could still live a normal life, so why rock the boat?

Robotnik ruled the world for almost two decades now, and it didn't look like that was going to change anytime soon unless something major happened. So what was the point in fighting a fight already lost? It was a lot less trouble to just go with the flow and not get caught up in this craziness, he thought as he watched Sari's car finally screech to a half in a dead end alleyway.

"Looks like she's finally done," Raf commented.

 "Ah, boo! Just when it was getting good!" Miko called out with a pout.

 And then the car took off again, speeding right at the dead end wall. But before it could make impact, a pair of thruster engines popped out of the back, adding enough momentum to allow the car to rear up and start going straight up the wall and onto the roof of the building.

"..."

"..."

"...THAT WAS AWESOME!" Miko shrieked excitedly.

"Not gonna lie, that was pretty cool," Raf admitted.

 "Yeah, I suppose it kinda was," Jack admitted, watching as the head of Captain Fanzone poked out his window and started yelling with a slight amused smirk.

 Maybe this wasn't so bad after all, he thought, as Sari's car started hopping from one roof to another.

(Elsewhere)

"Man, I hate giving anyone in Egghead's family credit for anything, but I do like watching his brat screw with his goons like this," Sonic admitted, watching Sari's antics on the TV in the workshop he was currently in. It was a little hidden hideaway he and his bud had found years back that they turned into their own little base, with Tails practically moving in, despite always having a room with him and Uncle Chuck open for him. But he said he preferred his own little space to work, so here they were.

"Heheh, yeah, I'll admit it's certainly entertaining," Agreed the form of the fox in question, with orange-yellow fur, with white fur around his muzzle and the tips of his tail.

He was currently in his workshop chair, glancing between the TV and his current project, "Though considering how much a headache she gives Eggman, she could almost be called an ally on the inside," The fox Mobian joke slightly.

 "Yeah, maybe if she were actually doing something to help instead of just having fun," Sonic replied half-seriously. Because yeah, while he did enjoy watching Robotnik's own daughter making a mess of things for the bald bastard, he also knew that someone in that position could do so much more good if she were actually inclined to. But she wasn't - this was just her idea of fun, she obviously didn't care about actually helping people.

 "Point," Tails said with a sigh and frown, "Would be nice if we had someone on the inside... preferably higher in the ranks to help us, though. That's all I'm saying," Tails remarked, glancing over to his friend, who gave a shrug.

"Eh, maybe, but what are the chances of that happening?" the hedgehog remarked from where he was leaning against the workshop table, while watching the TV mounted to the wall, "Besides, all things considered, I'd say we're doing just fine on our own," he remarked, giving a smirk as he saw that Sam Speed guy's race car trailing after the brat on the street while her car bounced on the rooftops, "And I'm honestly tempted to go out and show Egghead's daughter and the rest of Robotropolis what real speed is."

He said with a proud cocky smirk as he zipped over by the TV.

"Sonic, no!" Tails however whirled toward Sonic with a serious glare, "You're already taking risks as it is, and it's only thanks to hit and run tactics combined with your speed that you haven't been identified as the source behind the patrol attacks."

The fox Mobian told his friend sternly with a frown, "If you go out for all of Robotropolis to see, then you'll not only become a higher priority for Robotnik, but could have your identity exposed!"

 Sonic frowned at that, but gave a disgruntled sigh because he knew Tails was right. With the whole world in Robotnik's pocket, secrecy was the best weapon they had against him. Because if he ever found out who was undermining him, he'd probably come after not just Sonic but everyone he cared about, and even as fast as he was, the hedgehog couldn't protect them all at once.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, I get your point," he grumbled, "I don't like it, but I get it."

"Glad to hear," Tails said with a sigh of relief, glad that while Sonic could be reckless sometimes, he was still capable of seeing sense, "But on the topic of giving Eggman problems," he frowned as he leaned against his workshop table, giving Sonic a serious stare, "You said we're doing just fine on our own, but even you have to admit that so far, the best we've done is help keep people from being locked up or worse, or annoying his security forces by having you smash up the patrols."

Tails remarked with a frown, "If you really want to hit him harder, like what happen at Membrane Labs today, we're probably going to need more help."

"Okay, sure. But from where?" Sonic asked, "We can't exactly put out a help wanted sign for this kind of thing. So, how do we start finding people we can trust to help?"

"I've been doing some research, and I think I know a good place to start actually," Tails said as he got up from the workshop chair to head over to a computer terminal, with Sonic zipping over.

"And that would be?" Sonic trailed off with a slight impatient look.

"With one of the few rebel cells bold enough to still operate in Robotropolis," Tails replied as he pulled up wanted pictures of Dib Membrane and his friends.

"Wait, you mean that Grandmaster's kid who gave his dad the middle finger?" Sonic questioned with an arched brow, "Isn't he also that crazy conspiracy theorist who thinks that green goon of Eggman's is an alien?"

"To be fair, we're technically aliens from a human perspective," Tails pointed, "Plus, considering the cause of the Great Evacuation..."

"Okay, fair. I just find it hard to believe an alien would go through the trouble of trying to blend in but put that little effort into it," Sonic said, before shrugging it off, "Anyway, you're saying he's actively fighting back?"

"According to the information I managed to hack out of the security forces' communication network, he and his friends were the ones who did the attack on Membrane Labs earlier today," Tails explained.

"Huh, so a second middle finger at his dad," Sonic mused, impressed.

"That's one way to put it," Tails stated as he brought up files of reports, "For the past two years, ever since his sister exposed him as a rebel supporter, he and his group have been steadily striking at Eggman's infrastructure and escalating in their operations."

Tails explained to Sonic while bringing up reports and footage of some of their past strikes against Robotnik's Regime. What had started as vandalism and hacking had grown to bridges and train tracks blown up in order to destroy supply convoys, and now the most recent strike at a factory to directly stop the development of more advanced Swatbots.

"They're not a big group, but they're definitely determined and dedicated to making a difference however they can," Tails noted.

"They're got guts, I'll give them that," Sonic nodded, "And when it comes to standing up to Eggy, that's probably one of the most important qualities a person can have," Sonic said as he looked over the screen with a frown, "Too many people these days have given up hope, or are too scared to take the fight against Robotnik."

He stated with a slight scowl.

"To be fair, there have been plenty of people trying to resist, but..." Tails trailed off with a wince as he sighed, "He's steadily been crushing and eliminating all remaining traces of rebellion against him, to the point what's left are in hiding or majorly divided across the planet."

The young 12-year-old Mobian explained, bringing up a map of Earth alongside a statistic chart displaying the steady drop in rebellion and the growth in the capture or elimination of any known "criminals" against the Regime, "To put it bluntly, if something doesn't change, then Robotnik's grip on Earth is all but cemented."

The fox informed Sonic grimly as the hedgehog frowned, crossing his arms.

"Well, we just need to be that change, then," he said with a determined gaze, "We already lost one home, and I refuse to leave our second under the rule of a tyrant," he said, while raising and looking down at his clenched fists, "Not when I actually have the power to make a difference."

"And you know that I'm with you on this," Tails said with a firm nod, "But we need to be smart about how we do this. Because all it takes is one screw up, and we get crushed. And then there's no one to stop Robotnik."

"Right," Sonic said with a frown, "So, how do we find this Membrane kid and his friends?"

 "Hmm, maybe instead of us finding them, we should let them find us," Tails stated while rubbing his chin thoughtfully, with Sonic shooting his buddy a curious look.

"Sounds like you've got a plan," the hedgehog stated with an amused smirk.

"Well, the makings of one," Tails admitted, turning to face Sonic, "If you can make a big enough splash without exposing your identity, then maybe we can get Dib's group interested enough to investigate."

 "Heh, now that's my kinda plan," Sonic said with a smirk, "Got any ideas on what to hit to get their attention?"

"Not quite yet, but it should be a simple matter of finding something guaranteed to get wide-scale recognition," Tails replied.

 "Well, if we want attention I could always..." Sonic trailed off, glancing over to the TV before Tails stated quite flatly, "Don't even think about it," He said, giving his friend a stern look as Sonic held his hands up placating, "There's hitting Robotnik big enough to get the attention we want, and there's making a big enough scene where you scream for all of Robotropolis to hear 'Here I am, come and roboticize me'."

"True... but still, you have to admit it might just be worth the risk," Sonic said with a slight competitive smirk, watching as Speed's car raced after Robotnik's brat.

"Maybe... but let's call that our last resort," Tails sighed, "I'm sure there's plenty of other ways we can make it publicly clear that there's someone else out here defying Robotnik without giving away exactly who it is."

"If you say so, bud," Sonic said, watching as Sari's car launched itself off of a roof to land on a freeway bridge.

 (Elsewhere in an undisclosed safe house)

"Well sir, I'm pleased to report that the soldiers who managed to get away from the raid attack all seem to be in good condition," Reported the form of a human woman with peach-colored skin, a slim figure, violet eyes, and short sandy brown hair, who was wearing blue earrings and pink lipstick, and a dark blue combat suit, to the form of an African-American male wearing a blue business suit, possessing somewhat of an out-of-weight figure, and right now the male was scowling at a small TV monitor the safe house had.

"That's some good news, at least," The man sighed, rubbing his face.

 William Fowler had been a US Army Ranger and then a government intelligence agent, back when there had still been an American government. When Robotnik had taken over, Fowler had played along, using his position and experience to climb the ranks of the new regime while secretly building a resistance movement in the shadows to try and bring it down. Unfortunately, he must have slipped up at some point, because one day he found security forces coming after him. But with luck, skill, and the help of the woman now acting as his lieutenant, he'd been able to escape and gone underground, leading the resistance directly ever since.

 Sadly, while they've taken victories to be proud of here and there, this was a war they were steadily losing. As resistance forces across the planet were steadily being eliminated as Robotnik's grip on the planet tightened all the more. The resistance were composed of some of the bravest men and women he'd ever worked with, but Robotnik's robotic forces, and sadly even his flesh and blood followers, were no joke themselves.

He'd been working for years to find some way to tilt the odds in their favor, but no luck. The arrival of the Mobians, for example, had been a wild card factor no one expected, with the refugees having apparently been forced to evacuate their home planet from invaders, and had been forced to flee to a planet under the control of a tyrant in the process. Though while many of the Mobians followed Robotnik and even joined his upper ranks, just as many were just regular citizens living under his rule, or were brave enough to see the injustice in front of them and want to try to help free their new home.

 But it still wasn't enough. They were outnumbered and outgunned, and slowly but surely, they were getting worn down.

Fowler wasn't a quitter, but he was a realist. And simple facts were, this was a war of attrition, and at the rate it was going, they were going to lose.

 "We need a game changer... but what?" he muttered in a low tone, with Topaz sending him a questioning look.

"Sir?" she asked, hating to see her superior like this.

"I'm fine, Lieutenant... just trying to figure a way to dig us out of this hole," Fowler told her while leaning back in his seat as he looked across the desk to Topaz with a frown, "Much as we both hate to admit it, Robotnik is winning this war, and we need to figure out some way, some strategy to tilt things more in our favor," He said with a hard look, "Even if it's just to buy our people more time, I refuse to doom our children, and our children's children, to a life of living under a tyrant!"

He said strongly while banging his fist against the desk.

"None of us want that, sir," Topaz said, "We're all willing to fight to last to bring that tyrant down."

"I know, and I appreciate it," Fowler said with a sigh, "I just hope that we can find a way to win without having to resort to that."

 Before adding with a frown, "And the trick isn't just bringing down Robotnik, but his whole system," He stated to Topaz, who gave a blink, "Because like it or not, even if he went out of the picture tomorrow, his family and followers will likely carry on his twisted vision."

Fowler said, while turning to glance at the old TV displaying the news report from Robotropolis.

 "Case in point, this brat," Fowler said, watching as Sari's car was finally cornered, an irate Fanzone dragging the annoyed-looking girl out, "If Robotnik dies, she'll officially be in charge, which means she can just do whatever the hell she wants and to hell with the consequences. And since she won't care about actually running things, that'll give the rest of the family and their minions free reign to also do whatever they want. It'll be chaos even worse than just what things are like now!"

 And wasn't that a worrying scenario, to the point that what did it say when Robotnik still being alive, large, and in charge was the preferable option? After all, even though it was the order of a twisted cybernetic dictator imposed on the world, at least it was some level of order and not complete and total anarchy. He thought grimly, with Topaz giving her own worried scowl at his proposed scenario.

"Honestly sir, I'm surprised that none of the other Robotniks seem interested in planning a coup or making sure they're next in line over either of Robotnik's daughters," Topaz stated with her own frown toward the screen, "And are we sure that Sari is his heir?" She added, questioning with a thoughtful look, "I mean, the bastard never really officially announced his heir, and everyone assumes of course it will be his daughters."

Topaz explained at Fowler's questioning look, "But that's just the thing sir, daughters. There's still his youngest we have little data on, and considering the rumors and theories behind Sari and her connection to Robotnik's former business partner Isaac Sumdac, she might have one thing that could put her ahead of her elder sister when it comes to the matter of inheritance."

Topaz concluded, before looking over to her superior for his assessment, "Hmm, well in regards to your first question," Fowler gave a low sigh, "For however much they might squabble or even try to outdo each other at times, the Robotniks sadly watch each others back."

He said with a firm scowl, rubbing at his eyes, "The only weak point in that family tree is that little worm Snively, but I wouldn't trust that power hungry snake to not stab us in the back at first opportunity, even without considering the fact he's terrified of his uncle," Fowler stated firmly, with Topaz giving an agreeing nod, "Especially after how he set up his own father."

Fowler added with a forlorn look, his mind going to one Colin Robotnik, one of the few halfway decent stock to come from the poison withered husk that was the Robotnik family tree. He had actually been inclined towards reinstating democracy and undoing various other parts of the Regime's harsh rules. And when he had begun to clash with his brother and other relatives on the matter, he had even begun to start secretly reaching out towards any factions that might be inclined to agree on a... change of management, in order to bring it about.

He would have been the perfect ally for the resistance, Fowler thought morosely. But then Colin's little bastard of a son had sold him out, setting up a sting to make his father think that he was going to deliver classified information to a rebel cell, only to find that green freak Zim and a contingent of security forces waiting for him. After that, it had been a short show trial before Robotnik had, "with a heavy heart", sent his brother into the roboticizer.

Not that any of the Robotniks seemed to care for Colin's fate, even the man's own two sons seemed to not shed a tear, instead embracing and grasping whatever scrap of power they could get over the masses. The only one that seemed distraught was...

"Speaking of..." Fowler gave Topaz a tired look, "What's the last status check on Hope?" He asked in a low tone.

"By all accounts she's doing fine sir, everybody is unaware of her true identity and her connection to the Robotniks, and I believe the Robotniks themselves still believe her deceased," Topaz reported with a somewhat fond smile, with Fowler giving a sigh.

"Good, let's keep it that way. I'd rather not anyone with a grudge take it out on an innocent kid," He ordered Topaz, who nodded with an understanding nod, "And less said about what Robotnik would do if he learned of that ruse we managed to pull, the better."

He said with a scowl, as he wasn't sure what Robotnik or any of his relatives would do if they got their hands on the girl, but like hell he'd stand by and find out.

"But moving on, to answer the rest of your questions," Fowler said, shaking his head and getting things back on track, "I'll admit you've got a point that Robotnik never officially recognized his eldest, or anybody, as his heir. But the fact he gives her this much leeway for stunts like this says a lot."

He said, nodding over to the TV screen finishing up the news report of the chase, with Sam Speed giving off a small interview, while in the background three robots sheepishly followed Sari as she was escorted into a hover unit, "So until we can get more information that proves otherwise, it's best to operate on the assumption she's the designated heir."

Fowler explained, with Topaz giving an understanding nod while he looked thoughtful, "Though remind me to have our brainiacs run through potential scenarios that could happen if any of the others somehow manage to seize control of the Regime," He ordered, slightly distracted with his mind turning to other point that Topaz brought up, "And on the rumors of that brat's parentage..."

Fowler gave a sigh, "I won't lie, before the coup I hadn't heard even tabloid gossip of Professor Isaac Sumdac, never mind Robotnik, having any relationships... and Robotnik's announcement of his daughter's existence a few years after him taking over was almost as shocking as his robot revolution."

He added with a bitter snort, but gave a small scowl, "But can't lie, appearance-wise I see more of Isaac in Sari, though personality-wise she clearly takes after that tinpot dictator," he admitted with a slight bitter scowl, "And considering what intel we have suggests Isaac was one of the first to suffer the roboticizer before Julian launched his coup, I could see him taking the man's daughter as his own as one last laugh over his so-called childhood friend."

Fowler said, his tone full of disgust as Topaz shared his scowl.

Neither of them had known the man, but by all accounts Issac Sumdac had been a good man who had legitimately wanted to use his genius and technological advancements to actually improve the world. And then the man that he'd called his best friend had used their shared resources to seize control of the world, and Issac Sumdac had disappeared from public view without a trace.

If he'd still been around, maybe he could have countered Robotnik's actions, been a real asset to the resistance. But he wasn't, and now all they had left was the scraps that they were able to steal and reverse engineer, which was always inferior to some extent to the original.

"Though even still, if this holds water, I'll admit to being in the dark to why he apparently favors her so much even over some of his other relatives, despite them not sharing blood," Fowler admitted with a sigh, while trying to put the what-could-have-beens for their resistance out of his mind.

"If it was anybody else, I'd say he loves her, biological daughter or not," Topaz added with her own snort, both of them sharing the same skepticism at the thought of that man loving anything outside of himself and power. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise Topaz if Robotnik viewed his wife as just a toy for his pleasure, and his own children like pawns on the chessboard like the rest of his family.

"Anyway... we're not getting anywhere like this," Fowler stated, getting back to focus, "I want all our soldiers rested and ready while we work out our next move," He ordered Topaz, who snapped to attention.

"Sir," She said with a salute as a determined look entered Fowler's eyes.

"We might have taken some hard hits, but we're nowhere near out," The resistance leader said strongly, "There's still people out there fighting the good fight. Hell, from our sources, Membrane's son and his friends apparently blew up his old man's lab today, and I don't know about you Topaz, but I'm not about to let myself be outdone by a bunch of kids."

He said with a slight amused smirk that Topaz shared, "So get in contact with Commander Tower for the latest status report on his own men, and see if we can start to coordinate some kinda comeback."

Fowler ordered, before adding with a thoughtful look, "And in the meantime, while we still need to come up with a plan, I have managed to get another lead into something I've been looking into."

Fowler admitted to Topaz, who gave him a blink, "Though we're still nowhere near close to discovering its location ourselves, it's apparently something that Robotnik himself has been searching for, for years now," Fowler explained, with Topaz looking all the more curious.

"What is it, sir?"

"Truthfully, I don't know the specifics, as all the information on this thing was scrubbed and scrubbed hard," Fowler admitted, rubbing his chin, "All we know is the name of the project and its creator, and considering the identity of the latter and the good Doctor's determination to find it to the point he's spent years searching for it... this might just be the thing that could help us turn the odds in our favor."

Fowler looked up at his subordinate, whose eyes widened at his next words, "It's called Project Shadow, and it's apparently the last known creation of Robotnik's grandfather Gerald Robotnik before his disappearance."

(Robotropolis Palace)

"Urg... come on, I can walk by myself you know!" Sari snapped irritated at the two Swatbots that had her by her arms and were escorting her through the halls as they were trailed behind by three nervous-looking Badniks.

"Um, Sari, maybe you should calm down a bit? Don't want to risk getting your pops more upset," Grounder sounded out with a nervous forced laugh.

"Oh please, he won't do worse than say he's disappointed in me," Sari scoffed in annoyance.

"I don't know, this was a pretty public display this time," Scratch spoke up, "He, uh, might consider it a bit more embarrassing for the family than he's willing to tolerate."

"What do you know?" Sari spat at him, even though his words did give her a slight nervous pause. Because Scratch wasn't wrong; she'd pulled plenty of stunts in the past, in and out of public, but her little car chase across the capital, while a blast, admittedly... had gotten a lot more attention than usual.

And she wasn't blind to what kinda man her father could be. Hell, she not only remembered Uncle Colin getting roboticized when she was a little girl, but he'd been quite honest once he deemed her ready for the truth about the circumstances behind her "adoption" and what had happen to her biological father.

But even despite that her dad loved her and wouldn't ever do anything too drastic to her as punishment... right? Though as her own doubts and fear started to take hold, a new voice called out with a sing-song.

"Somebody's in trouble~"

Causing Sari and the Badniks behind her to blink and turn her head to the right, where she scowled as she spotted the floating hover chair and the figure sitting on it playing a game console in his hands.

This figure was a teenager a couple years younger than her at 14. He was relatively short, and had a blonde undercut with bangs that hang down over his left eye. His bangs were colored turquoise, and he possessed a large, pink nose as well.

For attire he wore a black jacket with white stripes, yellow-lined pockets, and a red hood, a red shirt, white gloves with yellow cuffs, light orange polka-dot pants, white socks lined with gray, and black shoes with white soles. The soles of his shoes had yellow images shaped like his video game. On his stomach, he was wearing a large metallic belt. He also wore large black and yellow headphones, and a pair of round blue pince-nez glasses.

And the sight of him just fueled Sari's annoyance.

"Oh cram it, Gero, I'm not in the mood," She snapped as the Swatbots continued to escort her down the hall, however Gero joined the procession, floating alongside the group.

"I mean it, you've really outdone yourself this time, cus~ You might have taken the new high score in 'How big can I screw up'~" Gero told her with a little cackle, but didn't look away from his Game Slave console.

 "After all, it's one thing to be caught partying underage in a night club or graffitiing unflattering comments about people you don't like on public property," Gero went on as they continued down the hallway, "But going full Fast and Furious on live TV for the whole world to see? Oho, Uncle Julian's going to be pissed! I cannot wait to see what he does to you~"

"Fuck off, you troll!" Sari growled at her cousin, the youngest son of her roboticized uncle, "Seriously, shouldn't you be busy getting your ass kicked in a gaming tournament by the Membrane bitch again?"

"Gaz does not beat me that often!" Gero snapped, good mood evaporating with a scowl.

 "Sure she doesn't," Sari agreed sarcastically while still being carried in the grip of the Swatbots, "Remind me again who not only won the last gaming tournament, but has the most high scores in the arcades across Robotropolis?"

Sari questioned while sending her cousin a taunting smirk, loving how she just needed to bring up the bitch that was his gaming rival while questioning his gamer skills to get under his skin~

 Personally, she had no use for Membrane's daughter. The girl was a selfish, angry bitch who just rubbed her the wrong way. But being the one person who could beat Gero at his precious games, and thus the perfect way to piss him off whenever he was being particularly annoying, Sari could tolerate her.

"That upstart bitch is just lucky!" Gero snarled, "You just watch, one day I'll have her beaten down like the noob she is and admitting I'm the superior gamer!"

 "Sure you will," Sari said with open sarcasm, rolling her eyes, causing her cousin to growl in annoyance.

"And besides, I'd be more worried about yourself right now," Gero reminded her while giving her a taunting smirk, "Because like I said, you're really in trouble this time~"

He said tauntingly, causing Sari to glare at him before a new voice spoke up in front of them... a voice that just made this day all the worse.

"Indeed she is," Said none other than her dad's hussy of a wife and grandmaster... Vanilla Robotnik, standing with crossed arms, a stern look, and tapping foot, "And I hope you have a good explanation for yourself, young lady!"

 "I've got nothing to say to you, Vanilla," Sari huffed icily, which just made Vanilla scowl harder at her.

"Oh, talking back to your mom too on top of everything else? You must really want to get punished~" Gero chuckled.

"She is NOT my mother!" Sari snarled.

 At that, Vanilla - while keeping her stern scowl - barely held back a flinch from Sari's words and tone. She knew of her stepdaughter's resentment and disdain toward her and had been trying for years to forge a bond with her, to little progress. She'd had hope for progress after seeing how quickly Sari had taken to being a big sister, but whatever care the girl had for Cream clearly didn't extend to her as well.

But she could worry about that later. For now, she had the current situation to deal with.

"You don't want to talk to me? Fine, we shouldn't keep your father waiting, after all," Vanilla said, gesturing to the throne room doors behind her, the sight of which suddenly made Sari nervous again.

"Hehe, this is gonna be good~" Gero chuckled, only for Vanilla to turn a glare in his direction.

"This is private matter, Gero. You may go," she said firmly.

"Eh, it's fine Auntie, I don't mind sticking around..." Gero tried to say, only for Vanilla to frown harder at him.

"NOW, Gerald Robotnik II!" she snapped. Her tone, and use of his full name, was enough to make him wince and realize that she meant business.

"Er, right. I'll just go then," he said, before turning his hover chair around and floating away as fast as he could. Even he knew when not to push his luck, thank you very much, especially with both his aunt and uncle already in bad moods thanks to Sari.

And as he was leaving, Scratch spoke up with a nervous cough, "Well, since this is a private matter, we better head out and get to our posts," he said, with Grounder and Coconuts giving agreeing nods.

"Yeah, don't want to intrude on a family matter, after all," Coconuts agreed with a nervous grin.

"Yeah, and besides, I think i'm late to a tune-up," Grounder sounded out as the trio began to move away, with Sari and Vanilla shooting them dry looks.

"Actually..." Vanilla's voice caused them to freeze, "I believe my husband would like words with you three as well," she added sternly with crossed arms, causing the robots to actually pale and gulp while trading nervous looks, as the throne room door opened and the group made their way inside.

With them coming to a stop in front of the throne, which was facing the monitors on the wall, all of which were displaying news reports and footage of Sari's earlier stunt, and as she was dropped by the Swatbots to her knees, her father's voice rang out with authority, "Explain yourselves... NOW!"

 "It was all her idea!" Coconuts quickly yelled, pointing at Sari.

"Gee, thanks," she grumbled at being thrown under the bus.

"And none of you tried to stop her?" Vanilla asked flatly.

"What were we supposed to do? Knock her out and tie her up?" Scratch asked, "Then you'd be mad at us for that instead!"

 "It didn't occur to you three to perhaps, I don't know... CONTACT SOMEONE BEFORE SARI EVEN LEFT THE BUILDING!" Robotnik said with forced calm before roaring out in rage at the last bit, causing the three to flinch back in fear.

 "...Huh, that's a good idea," Grounder commented after a moment of silence following the outburst, causing his compatriots to groan.

"I still don't see what the big deal is, Dad, I was just having some fun," Sari spoke up.

 "Fun? Heheh, fun you say?" Her dad's voice asked with a slight edge that caused her to feel a slight shiver down her spine as the throne/command chair turned around to face them, with her dad's eyes glaring down at her with a red glow, "Is it fun to make a complete mockery of me and my forces?"

Robotnik asked with a low growl, his fingers both flesh and metal digging into his chair's armrest, "Is it fun to make people question my power, my authority?!" He added, banging his metal fist on his throne while shooting Sari a look, "Did it ever occur to you that your little stunt could start giving people dangerous ideas!?"

He snapped with a near roar, while Sari found herself flinching, "Like, if Robotnik can't control his own daughter, how well could he control the ENTIRE PLANET!?"

 "I... I..." Sari stammered, unable to think of a response to that. He had to be exaggerating, her little stunt couldn't have been so bad that it would actually empower those loser rebels.

Right?

 At that internal question, however, Robotnik pressed a button on his throne, with the monitors all changing to security footage displaying a man that at first would look like he was cosplaying as Robin Hood plus a robotic left arm, but citizens of Robotropolis would recognize him on sight as the local rebel Angry Archer. And it seemed the security footage displayed him assaulting a train coming into Robotropolis and stealing shipments of... food?

 "Huh, he must be really hungry," Grounder commented.

"We're pretty sure he's stealing that food - which was supposed to be for us here in the palace - in order to feed his rebel cell," Vanilla explained dryly.

"That or giving to the poorer fools of the mindless masses to win their hearts and play into his fantasy of being the noble hero of the people," Robotnik added with a voice full of scorn, "Of course, he's not the only troublemaker today."

He said as the footage changed again, displaying a man dressed like a superhero attacking a security transport.

"Oh, is that Wraith guy still around playing superhero?" Scratch scoffed, "I thought he gave up on that because people were losing interest in him?"

"They were... but funnily enough, right around the time of today's stunt, he suddenly felt inspired to strike again," Vanilla said, shooting Sari a reproachful look. With Sari, despite her problems with Vanilla, unable to do anything to hide her wince at her words as her father spoke up.

"And of course, there's also the attack that Dib Membrane's own little band of rebels pulled on his father's lab," He stated quite dryly, pulling the security footage of said incident up to the group escape, "There's also a report of yet another patrol being attacked by a mysterious blue blur," Robotnik's eyes seemed to be staring into Sari's soul, "And of course, the cherry on top of today's chaos is my own daughter driving around town like a maniac while making my officers look like jokes!"

Sari flinched back, unable to maintain eye contact. She didn't think that she'd ever seen her dad this mad before, at least not towards her, and she had absolutely no idea how handle it.

"I... I'm sorry," she finally managed to stammer out, "I didn't mean... I was just bored, I didn't think..."

"And there's the crux of the matter..." Robotnik growled out before slamming his metal fist on his throne, "YOU DIDN'T THINK!"

He roared, causing Sari to flinch again in fear alongside the others in the room, "I am working to finish cementing my rule over this planet, by eliminating any last trace of resistance."

Robotnik glared down at Sari, "And here is my own daughter UNDERMINING ME AND MY AUTHORITY FOR THE ENTIRE PLANET TO SEE!"

Sari whimpered and took a step backwards, clearly fearful of where this was going. Seeing this, and feeling a tug of motherly sympathy, Vanilla decided to intervene before Julian did something he'd regret later.

"Dear, calm down," she said, walking over to rub a hand on Robotnik's flesh arm, "I know why you're upset, and I am too, but blowing up like this won't fix things. What Sari did was reckless, and she does need to be punished, but let's keep it proportionate to what she actually did, okay?"

 While Sari looked shocked at Vanilla speaking on her behalf, Robotnik froze, taking several deep breaths before growling out, "Very well," he said, before shooting Sari a glare, "But tell me something, Sari."

He said, leaning forward in his throne, "Have I not been a good father to you?" He asked, with Sari giving him a look that was a mixture of confusion and fear, "I've been patient, I've given you a life and even power the rest of the world populace can only dream of."

He gave Sari a hard stare, "I've even been fully honest about not only how I became your father, but also told you the truth about what you are!" He exclaimed, before leaning back and rubbing his face, "So why do you insist on throwing everything I've done for you back in my face?"

 Sari felt tears of shame welling up in her eyes. It was true, he'd been as loving and caring for her as if she were his own flesh and blood, and never been anything but honest about everything with her, especially in regards to her true origins, which most people would have probably kept secret for "her own good". And how had she repaid that? By being a troublemaking brat, that's how!

"I'm sorry," she mumbled tearfully.

 "You being sorry doesn't change what you've done," Robotnik stated, his tone icy cold as he gave her a hard look, "It's become quite clear I've been too lenient with you, spoiled you too much."

He said, his voice hard as he leaned forward, "So as of now, your punishment is as follows..." Sari gave a fearful shiver at his words and tone, "Your driving privileges are being revoked until further notice, you'll be spending the next month doing community service across Robotropolis, and as of now you'll have some new duties assigned to you."

Robotnik stated with a thoughtful look, "I believe labor at Membrane's labs and helping getting the next model of Swatbots ready could be a good start," He suddenly gave a dark smirk, "And I believe I can arrange with the Professor to give you a supervisor, perhaps his own daughter Gaz will be able to keep a eye on you."

He gave a slight laugh at Sari's expression, "And finally, Mother and Father are due back from their trip soon, and I think arranging then to give you some lecturing and lessons in how a Robotnik conducts themselves will do you some good."

He said with malicious relish as he finished listing out her punishments.

 Sari shuddered at that. Her grandfather Julian Sr. wasn't that bad, considering that half the time he couldn't even stay awake, but her grandmother on the other hand, the woman known only as Miss Bitters... yeah, anyone with an ounce of sanity was afraid of that woman, and Sari was not looking forward to spending time with her. Hell, compared to that, she could almost tolerate having to spend an extended amount of time with Gaz.

Still, she knew that arguing would only make things worse, so she just nodded.

"Okay daddy, I understand," she said softly.

 "Good..." Robotnik gave a nod at that, keeping the stern look though it seemed to soften somewhat, "And as for you three..." He shot a glare at Scratch, Grounder, and Coconuts, "If it weren't for both of my daughters' fondness for you three, and a small bit of amusement I sometimes hold at your idiocy," As well as sentimentality he had for them from his first life, he left unsaid, "I would have you all melted down and recycled into trash cans!"

He snapped with a glare, causing the robots to shiver, "Instead, I'll be needing to figure out a more creative way to punish you three," He muttered, with the three caught between relief and fear, realizing that they weren't going to be scrapped, but whatever punishment they got wasn't likely going to be pleasant.

"Any suggestions, Vanilla?" Robotnik asked, turning his head to his right to look at his wife.

 "Hmm," Vanilla hummed, rubbing her chin in thought. Truthfully, she felt bad for the three, since they were only doing the job they'd been assigned, to act as Sari's companions, so she didn't think that they really deserved too much of a punishment. But, this should help teach Sari a lesson about taking responsibility for her actions if she saw her friends suffering for what she did.

"I think reassignment to waste management until further notice should suffice," she finally said.

"An excellent suggestion, and I believe Starline and Snively are due to start cleaning out the trash compactor before repairs are made, so they can start there," Robotnik stated with an agreeing nod, before looking at the four in front of them, "But for now, you four are dismissed, with Sari confined to her room until further notice."

"Yes sir," Sari and the robots said together, before leaving the room as quickly as they could without running away. For a few moments afterwards, there was silence, until Vanilla broke it.

"Well, that could have gone better," she sighed.

"Took the words right out of my mouth," Robotnik muttered with a groan while rubbing his face, "What am I going to do with that girl, Vanilla?" He asked, while considering the factor of Sari Sumdac, no Sari Robotnik. The very girl who he has been waiting to come into play to act as a signal for the time of his coup, just so he could acquire her and make sure she wasn't used against him.

Decades of work, planning, and preparing getting everything into place, and when the moment arrived... A memory of a voice flashed through his mind.

"Julian, something... something incredible happened! I, I can't even begin to process it! I need you at the lab immediately! Please, my friend!"

He remembered receiving that frantic phone call, and coming to his and Isaac's lab he found him and a baby, and as Isaac explained what happened, unaware he already knew, he realized that the time for his conquest was finally upon him.

He reassured Isaac, got him to calm down while promising that he would help, that he would make sure Sari, as Isaac named her, would receive everything she could ever want. Afterwards, he started to make preparations, getting everything ready, and barely a month later he made his move.

After, of course, securing Sari and having that rather messy last confrontation with Isaac, he thought with a grimace while sighing, thinking of his daughter... and that's what she was, his daughter. He raised her and molded her into the young woman she was today, and somewhere along the way he supposed in his own twisted way he began to see her as more than a potential pawn and asset he had to keep on his side. Though it seemed fatherhood was much more complicated than conquering and ruling a planet.

Because seriously, he'd thought that giving her freedom and whatever she wanted would keep her loyal better than being controlling would, and that appeared to have worked. But at the same time, it had made her spoiled to the point that she would act out like she did today, and that was blowing up in his face.

And don't get him started on how she refused to accept Vanilla as her mother. He didn't even know where to start with that mess.

"You shouldn't push yourself too hard dear, Sari still loves you and wants to make you proud," Vanilla said as she leaned over and began massaging her husband's shoulders, "And you've been the best father you can be, it's just..." Vanilla paused a moment, "Teenage rebellion."

She added at the end with a sheepish grin, "Why, I could tell you stories about how I drove my own parents up the wall when I was a teenager."

At that, Robotnik arched a brow, "While you grew up in high society like Sari technically has, and I know personally how bad of a bunny you can be," He stated with an amused smirk, "I honestly can't see teenage Vanilla giving her parents half the grief Sari has given us." He stated with a dry bitter snort.

 "Maybe not quite to this extent, I admit," Vanilla stated with a shrug, "But there was more than one time when the police had to drag me home from nights of wild partying."

 As her husband arched a brow of slight disbelief, Vanilla let out a giggle, remembering those days. She certainly was a bit of a wild child back in the day, wanting to cut loose and toss aside the rules of high society. Eventually she settled down and became more of the proper lady of high society her parents wanted, and even married a friend among the social elite by the name of Spice, all to the joy of her parents.

But she supposed that old part of her never died, and might have been what helped attract her to Julian in the first place, she thought while massaging her husband's shoulders as they sat alone in his throne room.

Sometimes Vanilla wondered, if they hadn't been among those lost in the early days leading up to the Great Evacuation, what her parents would think about her choices. Betraying her vows to Spice to share the bed of another man, a warlord dictator no less, no matter the excuses she gave to herself at the time, alongside what weak resistance she put up. Ultimately divorcing Spice by means of roboticizing him, marrying Julian and giving birth to Cream, becoming a Grandmaster in his empire while unofficially being Queen of Earth in all but name.

Honestly, she wasn't sure if her parents would be proud or horrified of the woman she's become.

"I just hope this punishment will knock some sense into that girl," her husband's voice however brought her out of her thoughts as Robotnik gave a scowl, "Enjoying the perks of our family rule or even being a little wild is one thing, but this..."

He sighed, rubbing his face, "With any luck, Cream won't be half the headache her sister is when she hits puberty."

"I'm sure that it'll be fine, dear," Vanilla said, "Did you see the look on her face? I think being called out like this finally got through to her. And considering she takes being a big sister seriously, I think she'll help make sure that Cream doesn't repeat her mistakes."

"With any luck, let's hope so," Robotnik told her with a mutter, before adding with a groan, "Honestly, after today I would love some good news, or at least something to take my mind off things."

 "Well, I don't know about that first. But maybe I can help take your mind off of things~" Vanilla purred, rubbing against her husband's neck.

 "Heheh, ever eager for your master's attention, aren't you~" Robotnik asked with a smirk as he pulled her into a kiss.

 "Always~" Vanilla replied, before accepting and returning the kiss.

And soon, the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room.

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"I'm sure that it'll be fine, dear," Vanilla said, "Did you see the look on her face? I think being called out like this finally got through to her. And considering she takes being a big sister seriously, I think she'll help make sure that Cream doesn't repeat her mistakes."

"With any luck, let's hope so," Robotnik told her with a mutter, before adding with a groan, "Honestly, after today I would love some good news, or at least something to take my mind off things."

"Well, I don't know about that first. But maybe I can help take your mind off of things~" Vanilla purred, rubbing against her husband's neck.

"Heheh, ever eager for your master's attention, aren't you~" Robotnik asked with a smirk as he pulled her into a kiss.

"Always~" Vanilla replied, before accepting and returning the kiss.

And soon, the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room.

 (Elsewhere in Robotnik Palace Headquarters)

Sari was laying on her bed, just staring up at the ceiling silently. From that bitch bunny actually speaking up in her defense, to her dad's fury, the highlight of the chaos that hit the city today, and of course her punishments, she was processing quite a bit.

 She really had just wanted to have fun, she never expected it to have such consequences. But now her dad was pissed at her, she was stuck doing grunt work for who knew how long, her robot companions who were her only real friends were doing even worse work just because of being unable to stop her... Yeah, it was a lot to take in.

And why had Vanilla stood up for her? She'd never given that rabbit whore any reason to like her, she should have been glad for a chance to get rid of her! Her instead trying to protect her just didn't make any sense. She'd made more than clear there wasn't any love lost between them, and that the only thing she liked about her was the fact she brought Cream into this world. So why?

Though as she was struggling with her confusion the door to the room suddenly opened.

"Sari are you okay?"

Causing Sari to jerk up in surprise as a small group walked into the room, with none other than her little sister Cream Robotnik at the lead. As always, the sight of the young rabbit was enough to lift Sari's spirits, the sweet girl's natural brightness being practically contagious.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Cream. Dad's just a little mad at me right now," Sari said, giving her sister a smile.

"Hey, be glad you're getting off so light. When the boss is mad at us, he usually breaks out the sledgehammer," mused one of the figures following Cream, a box-shaped yellow robot named Cubot.

 "Or the blasters for target practice," Agreed the sphere-shaped red robot known as Orbot following after his fellow bot.

"Chao, chao!" With a blue floating creature giving a nod in agreement that Sari could have gotten off worse.

"Yeah, I get it, I'm just not used to him actually punishing me for anything," Sari replied. Which, she had to reluctantly admit to herself, was probably the problem - had she only acted the way that she did because she'd convinced herself that she could get away with anything?

Huh, she might want to reconsider some things, she realized.

Though she was brought out of her thoughts by the floating blue creature coming over and patting her on the shoulders, with Sari giving a bit of a soft smile to her little sister's closest companion/pet Cheese the Chao. Creatures that were among the small bits of native flora and fauna that the Mobians managed to save from their home planet during the Great Evacuation, and Sari could remember Dad giving Cheese to Cream on her first birthday, with them having been together ever since.

"Yeah, Mommy and Daddy seemed really upset when they saw you on the news," Cream agreed with a nod, coming to a stand in front of her sister, "Though all that racing across town looked fun~" She added with a giggle causing Sari to smirk.

"Hehe, guess it was," she said, before adding smugly, "Plus, I totally left that Sam Speed eating my dust~" She bragged, sharing a laugh with her sister before sighing, "Though it looks like I really messed up and went too far this time, Cream."

She added with a frown, "Dad has taken my driving privilege, got me on community service for the next month across the city, wants me doing some work at Membrane Lab under the watch of Gaz of all people, but also wants me to go through some lecturing and lessons from Grandpops and Granny."

She explained with a groan, with Cream giving her a sympathetic look, particularly on the last punishment. Even someone as sweet and innocent as her had trouble being around those two, after all.

But Cream pushed that aside, choosing to focus on making her sister feel better. So, she leaned forward to pull Sari into a hug, which was eagerly returned.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Daddy will stop being mad after a while. After all, he loves us~" Cream reminded her with a smile, even though many outside the palace would disagree with that statement and find it hard to believe their ruler even knew the meaning of the word love, and didn't see his children as more than pawns.

"Yeah, you're right," Sari told her with a soft smile, before getting a determined glint in her eyes, "But I think it's time I start stepping up," she said as she got up and walked over to her room window with a frown.

"Step up? You mean you want to take dance lessons?" Cubot asked with confusion as Orbot sighed and Sari gave an amused snort.

"More like get through my punishment and prove to Dad and the rest of Robotropolis I'm more than some spoiled troublemaker," Sari said, looking out into Robotropolis, the capital of her father's empire... the empire she was slated to inherit someday.

 She was going to be queen one day, in charge of all of this and everything else on this planet. She needed to take that seriously, and that meant no more fooling around and acting recklessly. She had to actually start acting like the elite that she was.

So, as much as she hated the idea of the dirty work she'd have to do as part of her punishment, she'd accept it and do her best to learn from it.

 "The upcoming days are going to be hell, but I'll show everyone that Sari Robotnik is a name to reckon with, just like Dad," She vowed to herself and her sister, who gave her a concerned look, "But for right now..."

She turned around and gave her sister a soft smile, "I know I'm pretty much grounded, but I don't think Dad or your mom will mind if we play a game if you're up for it~" she offered to her sister, thinking perhaps spending some time with her sister might help her take her mind off things.

 "Yay!" Cream said excitedly, making Sari's smile grow.

 It was nice to know that no matter how bad things got, she would always have her sister in her corner, she thought while helping her sister set up for a tea party, while determined more than ever to show the world what Sari Robotnik would do.

And as they were getting ready, Cubot and Orbot observed.

"Ahh, doesn't this touch you right here in the servos, Cubot?" Orbot asked, wiping away a tear that wasn't there from his optic.

"It sure does," Cubot said, nodding his head before giving his friend a confused look, "Though, uh... what are they touching?" He asked, scratching his head as Orbot facepalmed and Cheese gave a giggle above them.

(Elsewhere in Robotropolis)

A female fox Mobian with blue eyes, red fur with a pale yellow front, muzzle and tail-tip, possessing short hair, auburn and red, wearing a yellow-orange zip-up leotard with a white stripe down the front and silver cuffs at the head, leg and arm holes, was walking into a warehouse with a wary frown, observing as a group of civilians in poorer clothing and rags assembled before a large crate, where a man dressed up in a medieval green outfit stood with a proud smile.

"Have no fear, good people, for the Angry Archer is here delivering you fruits of hope, in this grim world under a tyrant's grip!" He proclaimed proudly, holding up his arms with a large grin, "For just today, while the lawmen of the despot were distracted with the mad king's own daughter, I have managed to liberate a large supply of food for not only my merry men..."

A pointed feminine cough sounded out from the side, causing him to add in, "And ladies of course, forgive me..." He added with a chuckle, "But also liberate enough food to share with you, the people!" He exclaimed, holding up his mechanical arm to the sounds of cheers.

 "So come on, everyone, come grab your share!" Angry Archer declared, as the crowd started to line up to be handed the food.

"Wow, he's really... something, in real life," the fox girl muttered to herself, just loud enough to be heard by some of the other onlookers nearby.

"I know, right? Really lives up to his reputation!" an otter Mobian said happily.

"You ask me, he could probably be doing a lot more against the Regime with that kinda charisma," a human woman added.

 "Oh? What do you mean?" The fox girl asked with a arched brow.

"Yeah, he's already doing a lot for us just by giving us food alone," The otter Mobian added in a confused tone.

 "Yeah, but don't you think he could do more?" the woman asked, "He can actually get people organized to actually fight back! I mean, hell, if Robotnik can't even keep his own brat in line, could he really stand up to a fully organized resistance?"

 At that, the fox girl seemed to frown while the otter Mobian looked considering, "You might have a point..." He muttered, before another voice spoke up, "Hey now..." And the three turned to an approaching young ring-tailed lemur Mobian about 15 years old.

She had orchid-purple eyes with dark gray eyelids and one thin eyelash each, a small black nose, and whose fur has a color scheme that leans more to a Coquerel's sifaka. Her fur is light gray, with her muzzle, between her eyes and on her round ears are colored in a darker, silver-like shade of gray, and with her large bushy tail being striped in two shades of gray. Her fur also formed tufts on top of her head, both of her cheeks, and on her chest.

For attire, she was wearing a small, cropped, amber-yellow sleeveless top over a short-sleeved black bodysuit with dark orange stripes on the sides, and detailed amber-colored hi-tops with white shoelaces and soles, black details and dark orange cuffs.

She seemed to accessorize with amber sports tape around her forearms, and fingerless gloves made from black sports tape with dark orange backings.

And she was approaching them with a understanding sympathetic look, "Look I get it, Archer, never mind me, would love nothing more than to take the fight to him and make a real blow," The lemur told the woman with the nearby citizens listening, "But a lot of people tried just that, and all that happened was them ending up turned into robots."

The lemur said with a sour look, "Like a friend of mine always tells me, we've got to fight smarter not harder."

 "Your friend sounds like they've got a good head on their shoulders," the fox commented.

"Yeah, she tends to know what she's talking about," the lemur nodded along, before perking up as Archer called out.

"Tangle, a little help with distribution if you please!"

"You got it, AA!" the lemur, apparently named Tangle, called back before walking over to the head of the line.

 Not realizing that the fox's eyes were following her with a slight frown, before looking at the mingling crowd getting food. Time to get to work, she supposed... and what better way to start than cause some trouble among these criminals?

"Hey! That guy's trying to take more food!" She hollered, pointing accusingly at a large pig Mobian who had an armful of fruits suddenly pausing, "How about you leave enough for the rest of us, instead of gorging yourself! " The fox snapped with a glare.

"Yeah, she's right! Some of us have families we have to feed, you know!" The male otter Mobian agreed with his own dark look beside her.

 "Hey, I'm not taking more than my share!" the pig snapped back, "What, because I'm a pig I eat too much? That's racist!"

As a loud argument broke out among the crowd, and people started getting physical and shoving against each other, the now overlooked fox moved away to the side of the room.

"The crowd's distracted," she muttered, just loud enough to be heard by the hidden microphone she was wearing, "Move in."

 At that order, a piece of watermelon being held by one of Angry Archer's men suddenly exploded, throwing him back and causing everyone to freeze as... a small form wearing a green dog costume was revealed, with even the fox looking nonplussed.

"It was me! I was the watermelon all along!" It exclaimed, before letting out a cackle as eyes started to widen in recognition.

"It's Zim's pet robot!" Tangle exclaimed, just as windows shattered and the entrance door to the warehouse was broken down as numerous forms wearing completely black uniforms that displayed Robotnik's emblem on the chest, as well as helmets covering their heads, rushed in.

"Everybody freeze! In the name of the Regime, you're all under arrest!"

 "Like hell!" one of the rebels shouted, raising a blaster and opening fire on the soldiers of the Regime Security Force, who naturally returned fire. Before long, a full-on firefight had broken out in the warehouse, the sounds of screams and discharging weapons filling the air.

"Of course, they never come quietly," the fox grumbled as she took cover behind a large crate, only to jump in surprise as a high-pitched voice shrieked next to her.

"Hi, foxy lady!" the poorly disguised robot shouted, sitting on the floor next to her.

"GIR, you know the rule, don't interact with me when I'm in the field," she hissed at him.

"Ooh, sorry..." GIR whined, before pulling out a literal bunch of bananas from nowhere, "You wanna a banana?"

"Just go somewhere else!" the fox hissed at him.

"Yes, Mistress Fiona!" GIR replied, giving a salute as his eyes flashed red inside his costume, before jumping up and off into the melee.

"I need to talk to Zim about finding a way to fix that tin can," Fiona Fox grumbled to herself. Even though she knew it likely wouldn't go anywhere; that machine had been malfunctioning long before Zim arrived on Earth years ago. And even considering the fact that Robotnik himself seemed wary to attempt to "repair" GIR for some reason, Zim himself despite how the robot could grate on people's nerves, even his own, seemed fond of the way GIR was.

At least she could console herself with the fact that GIR not only drove their enemies just as crazy, but Zim's other go-to bot was easier to handle.

CRASH

And speak of the devil, a small purple form crashed through the last remaining unbroken window.

"It's the moose!" Angry Archer called out as he fired an arrow toward a small purple floating... moose? Whose antler let out a small glow as electricity sparked on them before shooting forward to hit the arrow before it could land its mark.

BOOM

And as this was happening, four more Mobian forms arrived as a section of the wall exploded, none of them dressed in the same uniforms as the other soldiers, but all of them screamed dangerous.

"And Zim's top goons are here too!" Tangle called out as her tail became a fist that knocked back a large group of soldiers, sending them flying as she laid eyes on the Destructix Squad.

 "Heehee, time for fun!" cackled a Mobian frog wearing beige pants, an aviator's hat, and a white scarf.

"Let's just get this over with," grumbled a Mobian lynx as he cracked his knuckles inside his blue gloves.

 "Let's hope they at least make it interesting," Spoke the blue Mobian hawk as his beak gave a smirk, while raising his red-gloved hands into a battle stance.

"Just remember Zim's orders," Grunted out the large Mobian ape in a military helmet, green pants, green boots and ammo belt before leading the charge forward.

"Tangle!" Angry Archer yelled to his comrade as he readied an arrow, "Evacuate the civilians! I shall keep our unwanted guests busy!" The man called out, narrowing his eyes before firing the arrow that landed a few feet in front of the four charging Mobians.

BOOM

And quickly exploded moments later.

 The Destructix were blown off their feet, but quickly composed themselves and started to get back up.

"Yes sir!" Tangle replied with a salute. She didn't like the idea of leaving her commander behind, but she knew not to argue in the middle of a fight. Instead, she started hustling civilians towards the far side of the warehouse where there were more doors, "Come on everyone, this way!"

 "Oh no, you don't! You're not getting away this time!" The lynx roared out angrily.

"Focus on Archer! Leave the lemur and the rest of his men and these traitors to the soldiers!" Barked out the large ape as he surged forward to Archer, who leapt back, doing what he could to dodge the ape's swings before firing another arrow that the ape moved to dodge, only for it to explode out into a net that hit the frog that had been attempting to leap over him.

"Urf! Huh, guess frog is the catch of the day~" Laughed the frog with a crazed expression as he was tangled in the net on the ground while the lynx and hawk rushed to assist their comrade.

As this was happening, Tangle along with other followers of Archer were buying as much time as they could for the civilians to escape.

WHAM

"Come on, is this the best Eggy's secret police can do?!" Called out Tangle with a mocking grin as she dodged laser blasts, "I expected more!" She exclaimed as she leapt up, twisting in the air and swung her tail straight out toward a group of soldiers as it enlarged and hit them.

 "Nyah!"

And then Tangle was surrounded by the purple glow of a telekinetic grip, which stopped her in midair. She only had time to give a startled gasp at that, before she was then thrown harshly against a wall.

"Ugh, I had to open my big mouth," she muttered as she slid to the floor. Looking up, she saw the purple moose floating over her.

"Nyah!" the moose squeaked again.

"I don't know what you just said, little dude, but I don't like how you said it!" Tangle declared, before leaping at the moose with a kick. Which the moose went to dodge by swerving to the right, missing the lemur's smirk as her tail lashed out at the same time, grabbing it by the right antler and hurling straight in the direction where Angry Archer was fighting the Destructix goons as she landed on the ground.

 "AA! Heads up!" she yelled, catching Angry Archer's attention. Seeing the moose flying towards them, he smirked and jumped back to put distance between him and the Destructix.

"Ha! Running scared?" the hawk Mobian sneered.

"No, just need room for this," Archer replied, firing an arrow just as the moose ended up in the space between him and his enemies. The arrow hit the moose dead on.

BOOM

And while the moose itself didn't appear harmed, it caused a blast of energy to discharge from the purple robot that slammed outward into the Destructix and sent them flying.

 "Whooo! Bring the roof down!" Screamed out the form of GIR, who was dancing after seeing this while Fiona facepalmed from her own position behind a crate, before lifting her head at the sound of Angry Archer's voice, "Tangle, I do believe it's time we made haste back home!"

 "You got it, boss!" Tangle replied, after seeing that all the civilians had managed to get away, not seeing Fiona where she was still hiding. The fox, however, had a perfect view of her as she ran towards the exit alongside Archer.

"Don't forget your party favor," Fiona chuckled to herself, pulling up her glove to reveal a high-tech device strapped to her wrist. Aiming it at the fleeing Tangle, she pressed a button on the side, causing the device to fire a tiny dart that flew through the air and hit Tangle on the back of the neck. The lemur flinched at that, but after looking around for what caused the small pain, she decided to ignore it in favor of escaping.

Fiona chuckled as she watched this, and waited a moment to make sure that the rebels were gone, before stepping out from her cover.

"Stand down. They're gone, we're done here," she commanded, the security forces coming to attention as she did so.

"Ugh, remind me why we had to let them go instead of kicking their asses?" the lynx grumbled as the Destructix got to their feet.

"So that after I tagged one of them, which I did, we can now track their movements until we're ready to finally crush their entire network," Fiona explained in exasperation at having to go over this yet again.

"This is why you should pay attention in briefings, Lightning," the ape grumbled.

"Bite me, Simian!" Lightnng Lynx snapped. Before freezing as a new voice sounded out cheerfully, "Okay!" And next thing Lightning Lynx knew...

"GAH! GET OFF!" The form of GIR was biting him on the arm, with him desperately trying to shake and throw him off as the rest of the Destructix laughed at the scene, with even Fiona giving off a amused snort before getting a serious look.

"Anyway, good work today boys, as always," she praised as Sergeant Simian let out a grunt.

"Only doing our jobs, ma'am," He sounded out as Flying Frog let out a delighted cackle.

"Hehe, and what fun work it is, to send them all scurrying away like scared rats~" The demented amphibian said with a cackle, while Fiona let out a hum, approaching some of the supply crates.

"None the less, I'm sure Zim and Robotnik will be pleased with how this mission turned out," she remarked with a smirk, "Now get all these supplies packed back up so we can get them back to base."

"Yes ma'am!" the troopers replied and saluted in unison. As they went about doing as she said, Fiona pulled out a communicator and activated it.

"Report," Zim's voice spoke up from the other end.

"The Archer's cell has been forced to retreat, the stolen supplies have been recovered, and the bug's been planted," Fiona summarized quickly.

"Excellent, I knew I could count on you, dear~" Zim chuckled with a purr that made Fiona blush under her fur.

 "Of course you can, you know I always get the job done," She said back smugly, while still blushing from the tone of her superior... and lover's voice.

She could still remember how they met early into the days of the Great Evacuation. She had lost her parents and was among the orphaned populace, but wasn't exactly trusting or interested in whatever pity handout the Acorns could get out of Robotnik, which led to her taking to the streets of Robotropolis, stealing to survive. Only to somehow end up on the radar of Zim, a member of Robotnik's elite, and what she didn't realize at the time, the real first contact with alien life Robotnik and Earth had, not the Mobians.

At the time, all she knew was some green weirdo was taking her. Imagine her shock when she learned not only said weirdo was one of the elite of their new planet, but apparently was not only in charge of the secret police, but saw potential in her as well. Revealing he'd been watching her scrap and survive off the streets, managing to avoid Swatbots and the like, while also tricking and conning people to get what she wanted as a child. He wanted to nurture her talents so he gave her an offer she couldn't refuse, a chance at power and actually living instead of surviving off scraps, as his protege.

And years into her training with her joining the secret police as his right hand, their relationship took a different turn. Long days and nights of combat training and strategy discussions had led to an intimate familiarity between the two of them, to the point of many evenings ending with them sharing meals together, and most conversations developing a friendly banter that Fiona didn't share with most people. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but between all that and the genuine admiration and respect she developed for his deviousness, it was clear in hindsight that she had been falling for him for a while.

And then it had happened. One day during a sparring session, she'd managed to get him pinned to the floor and had been gloating about it, when she'd been hit by a sudden impulse and leaned down to kiss him. She'd been incredibly embarrassed when she'd realized what she'd done... and then Zim had flipped her over so he was on top, and then returned the kiss in kind.

 It had only escalated from there, and God, just remembering the things they had done in that training room got her wet~ She thought, her face glowing as her eyes grew a bit hazy from the lustful memories.

Afterwards, Zim and her knew that things had changed between them, but she wasn't going to regret what they had done, or backed down from it.

She could still remember the look on Zim's face when she had rolled back on top of him, pinning him and saying that he might be her superior in the Regime, but that as of today she owned him~ And she could most certainly remember Zim's reply.

 "Oh, is that what you think?" he'd asked playfully after he'd composed himself, "Alright then, Zim will call you Mistress when in private, and acknowledge your dominance in mating... for now. But I think in time, you'll come to accept Zim's superiority in that as in all things~"

"We'll see about that~" Fiona had purred back, before the two had descended into another round of lovemaking.

Needless to say, Fiona was proud to say that even all this time later, she was still Mistress in the bedroom (and everywhere else where they fucked), but to give Zim credit, he made her work for that title~

Speaking of... "I'll get the supplies back to base and meet you in our quarters," Fiona stated with a smirk, "I think I'm due for a little stress relief and celebration after today~" she added with a smug husky tone of desire before adding with a amusement, "Because with any luck, this plan will work out to the point we won't even need our agent inside that rebel cell of Membrane's brat~"

"Hmm, lucky because we'll have been victorious, or because that means she can retire from her role and join us full time?" Zim asked with a chuckle that made Fiona blush for a different reason.

"Oh, shut up," she pouted.

"Mmm, as my mistress commands~ See you soon," Zim replied with a final laugh before ending the communication.

"Smug bastard. Why do I love you so much?" Fiona grumbled, before turning to look where Lightning was still trying to get GIR off of him, while the other Destructix and the moose were standing by, watching in amusement.

"Minimoose, get GIR off of him so that we can wrap up here," she sighed.

"Nyah!" Minimoose replied, before telekinetically grabbing GIR and pulling him off of Lightning.

 "Grr, finally, little metal demon!" Lightning snapped, rubbing his arm with a grimace, "Why the boss hasn't thrown that thing into the recycler, I'll never understand."

"Hehe, GIR's simply too amusing to get rid of~" Flying Frog told him with a smirk.

"Heh, yeah, the dog bot's got his moments," Predator Hawk agreed as Lightning Lynx shot them a scowl.

"Oh, laugh it up. Only matter of time till he does the same to you jerks too," he remarked as the Destructix and the rest of the soldiers got to work following Fiona's orders.

"Still..." Simian gave a grunt as he lifted up a crate, "Hard to believe so much chaos happened in the capital in just one day," He remarked with a frown.

"It just means we need to remind people how the world really is, and who really runs things is all," Fiona stated with a firm dark tone, "The Doctor can handle the brat princess for her delinquency, and all this nonsense she inspired was relatively small. We just need to stomp down harder, and we'll have all those lemmings out there remembering their proper place in no time."

Everyone nodded in agreement with that, and got to work clearing out the room.

 (Later that night)

Out past the limits of Robotropolis, there was a region of mountains, with all being silent and calm, with it seeming like just the typical nature sport. Though unbeknownst to all, this location held a secret for the past five decades... a secret that was about to awaken to a world under the rule of a tyrant.

As at the same time, a flaming meteor was falling into the Earth's atmosphere, with it picked up and dismissed by the radar systems as inconsequential and as such not reported to any of the higher-ups, little aware of the part this space rock would play in awakening new players to the conflict that gripped their planet.

BOOM

With the force of an explosion sounding out as the meteor hit the side of the mountain range.

 The damage to the mountain that was hit was relatively mild, as far as such things go. But as the shockwaves from the impact radiated through the rock, they would have a much greater effect. Deep within the mountain, in a cave that had been carved out and then partially collapsed by an earlier impact, there was a massive yellow, red, and grey ship, which had been laying here ever since its crash landing decades ago.

At the impact from the meteor strike, part of the cave's ceiling collapsed, dropping multiple rocks onto the ship. This didn't cause any damage, but it did cause the ship's systems to come online in response to what they saw as an attack, causing alarms to sound throughout the ship. And deeper into the ship, eight stasis pods stood before slowly opening as the alarms went off and eight robotic forms walked out with groans.

"How long have we been in stasis?" Asked one figure, rubbing their head.

"And what's with the alarm?" Another added with a frown.

"Hang on, I'll check," a third figure said gruffly, walking over to a console and quickly tapping at it. In response, the alarms stopped, getting sighs of relief from everyone else.

"I take it from how quickly you resolved the problem that it was a false alarm, Ratchet?" another of the group asked.

"Yeah, that's the bright side, it looks like something small tripped the exterior sensors," Ratchet replied, "The bad news is... well, I think I better just show you."

With that, he activated the large screen at the front of the room, revealing an exterior view of the ship.

 "Uhh, all I see is a bunch of rocks and darkness," Said the largest of the group, scratching his head.

"That's precisely the problem, Bulkhead," Ratchet said with a sigh while an orange-colored form facepalmed.

"We're underground, bolts for brains!" It snapped with a slight irritated glare toward the larger bot.

"Hey, no need to get testy, Ironhide!" Snapped a yellow robotic form, stepping defensively in front of his larger companion with a slight glare.

"Cool your Energon you three, now's not the time to fight," Called out the sole female of the group, stepping in between them as another one, colored black and gold, spoke up while rubbing his chin.

"The ship's crash landing must have buried us beneath the surface of this planet," It observed, staring at the screen with a frown.

"Which might make extracting and repairing any damage to it tricky to say the least," Ratchet stated with a sigh.

"Well, that's great. Don't suppose you got any more bad news? Like Megatron still functioning and waiting outside for round two," Spoke out the last robotic form sarcastically with a scowl.

 "I don't have any other information at all, Wheeljack, all I see is what we've got here," Ratchet replied grumpily.

"Can we get an observation probe to the surface to get a look at what's happening?" asking a blue-faced red figure in the center of the group.

"I can try, Optimus, but I'm not liking our chances of getting one past all of these rocks," Ratchet replied. At that, he approached the computer terminal and got to work as the others stood with frowns.

"Uh, guys?" Bulkhead looked around nervously as everyone except Ratchet looked toward him with blinks, "Not to add more stress to the situation but, ah..." He rubbed the back of his neck as his next words caused everyone to freeze, "Does anyone know what happened to the All Spark?"

 Everyone looked at Optimus at that, only to see him looking very uncomfortable.

"The last time I saw it was when I threw Megatron out of the loading bay. I'm not sure what happened after that," he admitted.

"Wait, what?!" Bumblebee exclaimed, "Do not tell me that we actually managed to lose the most important object in the universe after we just found it!"

 "Sadly, yes..." Optimus said with a sigh, before the female or rather femme of the group spoke up in a dry tone.

"Energon lining here is, it's likely somewhere on this planet and not lost who knows where in the universe," She pointed out, with some of the bots giving nods.

"Hey... yeah, Arcee's right!" Exclaimed out the orange bot, "Which means we still have the chance to find it," He said with a grin that fell at the words of his black and gold crewmate, "Only problem, so do the Decepticons."

"Yeah, Prowl's right, and they might have a head start considering we were in stasis for Primus knows how long," Bumblebee said with a worried scowl.

"Alright, so first thing's first, we need to get an idea of our situation, and start figuring out how to track down the All Spark," Optimus said.

"Well, I think I've got at least a little good news on that front," Ratchet stated, "Looks like there's some holes in the ceiling of this cave that should allow a probe out to scan our surroundings."

 "Great, don't suppose you also found a way out of here too," Bumblebee asked pointedly, only to get smacked upside the head by Arcee for his comment, "Ow!" While Ratchet replied back grimly, "One step at a time... first we need some recon."

He stated, before shooting off a probe drone that left the starship Orion and made its way out of the cave through one of the holes in the ceiling, and as the drone ascended high into the sky, back on the ship the crew of Autobots were receiving everything the drone saw on the monitor.

Including their first view of Robotropolis at a distance under the night sky, "Uhhh, it just me... or is anyone else getting a bad vibe from that place?" Bulkhead asked nervously, bringing his claw servos together. Because something about that city... unsettled him.

 "It's not just you," Ratchet said with a deeper frown than usual. He didn't know why, but something about that city reminded him far too much about Decepticon fortresses that he'd seen during the war.

"Go in for a closer look," Optimus said, also feeling uneasy. He might not have been online during the war, but he'd studied enough history records to get a taste of what the Decepticons' style looked like, and what he was seeing of this city looked far too much like it for his liking.

 And with that the drone zoomed off, flying into the airspace of Robotropolis with the Autobots watching as citizens, human and Mobian alike, nervously walked the streets while the Swatbots patrolled.

"Well... those guys look friendly," Bumblebee stated with flat sarcasm as they looked upon the Swatbots, mistaking them for the native denizens of the planet.

"Yeah, they're smaller, but I'm getting major Con vibes from those guys," Wheeljack agreed with a scowl, crossing his arms.

"Whoever they are, looks like they got a major infestation problem," Ironhide chimed in, pointing at some of the humans and Mobians, "I mean, what are those things? It looks like they're all over the city," He said with a frown, with Optimus frowning as a particular bad memory started to pull at his data banks.

"They're organics..." Ratchet spoke up with a firm frown.

"Organics?!" Bulkhead blurted out in disbelief, with Ironhide giving a grimace.

"Major infestation problem," he repeated, only for Arcee to whack him on the head, "Hey!"

He snapped while rubbing his head only to flinch at Arcee glare, "They aren't an infestation, scrap for brains!" Causing him to look confused, with Bumblebee of all bots speaking up for him.

"What do you mean?" The other bot looking just as confused as Ironhide.

"Look at their optics, the way they're acting," Prowl answer in a grim tone, "They're not only sapient, they're..." He trailed off, watching as a taller organic push a smaller one that carries a resemblance to it behind its back as some of the bots walked past.

"They're terrified," Ratchet concluded grimly, his eyes then narrowing as the drone came across a scene that caused his servos to tighten.

"And it looks we're about to find out why," Optimus chimed in with a dark look, watching as an organic was cornered in an alleyway.

"Citizen, you are in possession of illegal stolen goods. You are under arrest under the authority of Lord Robotnik," A Swatbot stated mechanically to a cowering Mobian otter with tears running down his face, while holding an armful of fruits and vegetables.

How could he screw up like this?! Figures he escaped that raid on Angry Archer only to end up cornered and caught by a patrol!

"Please..." The man found himself whimpering, his voice cracking, "I'm only trying to get some food to feed my family..."

He pled toward them, backing up against the wall, "I'm not a rebel or traitor to the Regime, I just want to feed my family!'

 "Citizen resisting arrest, aggressive arrest authorized," the Swatbot declared, before firing a taser blast at the otter.

ZAP

"Aaaaggghhhh!" the otter screamed as he was shocked, before collapsing to the ground, his pilfered food spilling out of his arms.

"That's not right," Ironhide snarled, clenching his servos in anger.

 "I don't know who those bots are, but Con or no Con, they're begging for a scrapping," Wheeljack agreed as he punched his fist into his open servo, the group watching as the unconscious form of the Mobian was secured, with the food ignore by the Swatbots.

"Yeah that was just cruel." Bulkhead said with a dark frown, "Son't these mechs have any sparks?" He asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I actually don't think they do," Prowl spoke up.

"Come again?" Bumblebee asked, looking at the ninja bot in confusion.

"The toneless voice, the flat attitude... I think those things are drones," he explained.

"And from what we've seen, how much you want to bet they're all over the city?" Arcee added, her tone bitter and dry with a scowl.

"And if they're drones, that must make the organics the natural inhabitants of this planet," Optimus concluded with a frown, as their own drone continued its recon of the city.

"Okay, but that still doesn't explain those bots' malfunction," Ironhide said with a dark scowl, "Drone or not, what they did crosses a line, so what's wrong with their programming?"

He demanded, with Ratchet giving a bitter snort, "There's nothing wrong, and there's no malfunction." He surmised, as he started accessing the terminal connection to the drone, "Those things are doing exactly what they're built for," He stated, tone full of acid as the others looked at his back.

"Which is?" Bumblebee asked nervously.

"Keeping the locals in line and under control," Ratchet stated matter-of-factly, memories of the Great War coming to the forefront.

"But in line for who?" Optimus asked aloud, rubbing his chin, really not liking the looks of this one bit.

"Uhh, well, that one bot, or drone I guess, mentioned a Robotnik." Bulkhead said thoughtfully with a frown.

"So to surmise, we got a name, and the fact whoever this Robotnik is, they're using drones to rule over a city like a wannabe Decepticon," Wheeljack stated with a dark look.

"It's clear we need more intel," Arcee surmised.

"And I might have the way to get it," Ratchet told them, a slight smirk entering his tone, "Teletraan-1 managed to intercept some of this city's communication signals through the probe."

He reported, looking over his shoulder.

"Which means we might have a way to get a clearer picture of what's going on around here," Optimus concluded as Ratchet began to put the transmission on screen.

"Yeah, but something tells me we aren't going to like it," Ratchet stated with a solemn tone.

"Probably not, but it's better than going in blind," Optimus said, watching as the screen went to static for a moment before dissolving into a face-like symbol. That soon faded away, presenting live footage of what looked to be a large outdoor assembly, a crowd of organics gathered in front of a stage, while drones ringed them to keep overwatch.

"Attention, loyal citizens of the Robotnik Regime," a robotic voice announced, "We are gathered here to bear witness to public punishment of insurgent forces. Behold, the traitors who shall face their fate!"

 "Why do I not like the sound of that?" Bumblebee asked aloud with a nervous look as the organics reacted to the proclamation. While some cheered enthusiastically, most of the crowd only did so halfheartedly. It was pretty clear to the Autobots that they weren't there willingly.

As they watched, a hole opened up on the stage, and a platform rose up, containing a few more than a dozen people, humans and Mobians alike, all of them in chains.

"For crimes of defiance against the Regime, these traitors shall be sentenced to roboticization!" the voice declared.

 At that statement, the organics in chains looked terrified, with touches of despair or fury mixed in on a few faces as the audience, with the exception of those who cheered louder, looked on in fear.

"Robotiwhat?" Wheeljack asked with a slight confused look.

"Beats me," Bulkhead chimed in, scratching his head, also looking confused at the word.

"Whatever it means, it's clear it isn't going to be pretty," Arcee noted, while realizing the lifted up platform was surrounded by glass, with a strange device covering the top... a device that started to activate and glow.

"Let these criminals stand as examples to the fate of all those that defy the Robotnik Regime and the will of Dr. Robotnik, as they are reborn and serve out the glory of the Regime!" the announcer proclaimed as the Autobots looked concern and confused.

"Say what?" Bumblebee barely managed to say, before the device activated and shot a beam of energy down at the prisoners, who let out loud piercing cries as their organic forms... began to turn to metal?!

"What in the name of Primus!" Whispered Ratchet as they all watched with wide optics.

"That... that's not right," Ironhide stammered in utter shock.

"How is that even possible?" Arcee exclaimed.

"It shouldn't be," Optimus said, watching in horror as the organic prisoners were changed, their screams cutting off one by one as the waves of flesh changing to metal reached their heads. Unable to look away from the horror and the terror in the optics of those poor organics.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Bulkhead muttered, looking pale, while Bumblebee's jaw was dropped as he watched, apparently speechless, while Wheeljack snarled, clenching his servos.

 "Even the Cons never did anything this evil," he ground out, as the process on the screen finished, leaving the group of organics all now metallic parodies of themselves. As the horrified Autobots watched, their shackles fell off, and they all stood in unison, utterly lifeless looks in their optics.

"Behold the price of disloyalty!" the announcing voice declared, causing another round of forced cheering from the crowd, "And now, a message from our glorious leader, Lord Doctor Robotnik!"

 "Time to see the face behind the horror," Prowl, who been remaining silent, murmured, sharing the dark look of his fellow Autobots as a large holographic image appeared that towered over the crowd with a dark smirk and evil red eyes, and the Autobots got their first look at this Robotnik.

 As the Autobots watched, the crowd all bowed to the looming hologram. As before, there was a clear difference among the assembled organics' actions - the ones who had cheered more enthusiastically before were bowing low and respectably, while those whose support had been forced were clearly fearful as they gave the bare minimum that could pass as bows.

After a moment, the hologram began to speak.

 "Greetings, citizens of my Regime," He spoke, staring down at the crowd with a smirk, "I know today has been a... chaotic one," Robotnik admitted, seeming to grimace for a moment with a dark look before his smirk returned, "And it hurts me deeply that so many saw to exploit what they foolishly saw as weakness to wrought nothing but chaos and suffering among my subjects."

He stated, his voice oozing false sympathy while holding his flesh and blood hand against his robotic one, "But as you see, the order of the Robotnik Regime stands as strong if not stronger than ever, as these criminals learned."

He added, gesturing to the organics who had been roboticized, "And this is the fate of all filth like them, who seek to ruin the perfect society I created for all of us, and return us to the chaos I ended 16 years ago when I brought true order to Earth."

Robotnik said, his voice turning darker, edged with disgust, "And all spreading slander of their desire to return freedom to you all," He then glared down at the crowd, "But I ask you all, are you not already free and prospering under my benevolent leadership?"

 Not a single voice spoke up from the crowd, the majority of whom kept their eyes down and not looking at their overlord.

"Yeah, they look real free," Ironhide growled with bitter sarcasm.

This whole thing was really heating up his circuits because this... this was exactly why he enlisted in the first place... to fight against scrap like this!

"Yeah, I'm sure they're really loving his leadership," Bumblebee said with open sarcasm while actually agreeing with Ironhide, the crew member he usually had the most issues with, "Seriously, how did a creep like this get in charge?" He asked, gesturing to the screen.

Ratchet gave a hum, "Depending on their units of time compare to our own, and what I know of organic lifespans," He gave a dark scowl, "Not to mention his own words about bringing order to the planet," he said, with all the Autobots sharing scowls, "Sounds like he somehow managed to seize control about 16 stellar cycles ago."

He surmised rubbing his chin as Robotnik continued his speech on the screen as he gave a proud satisfied grin to the crowd, "You see... every one of you loyal," He emphasized the word loyal with a dark look, "Are living safe blissful lives under my rule."

He said, clasping his hands behind his back, "But yet these traitors are trying to deceive you and make me out to be your tyrant rather than your savior," Robotnik said, giving his best heartbroken expression, "But I ask you this..." He looked across the crowd, "Would a tyrant welcome refugees who lost their own world with welcome arms, and help give them a new home?"

He asked rhetorically as the Autobots exchanged blinks and looks at that statement, wondering what he was talking about, but Robotnik pressed on before any of them could speak up, "Was it not just 11 years ago the Great Evacuation occurred, and we welcomed the Mobians to our planet after they so tragically lost their own?"

Robotnik said, glancing across the crowd, "I could order them turned away, forced off our world, or even ordered them all hunted down and roboticized," He said with a dark grin, with many among the Mobian members of the crowd giving off a fearful shiver, "But instead, I gave them all a home and made sure they were equal with humanity."

Robotnik stated with a pleased smirk, "Now, not only do many of them serve the Regime, but some even have the honor of being Grandmasters in my empire," He let out a laugh, "Why even my own wife and youngest daughter are Mobians~" He added with a smirk, "And yet despite all I've done, traitors still make me out to be a monster."

He shook his head with mock sorrow.

"Uh... anyone have any idea what he's talking about?" Bulkhead asked in confusion.

"Well, from the looks of things, there's different types of organics here, and from the sound of it, only his type is native to this planet," Arcee mused.

"While the other type..." Prowl gestured to a few Mobians among the crowd on the screen, "Originate from another planet," He said with a thoughtful look.

"Hmm, and from the sounds of this Great Evacuation he mentioned, it was hit by some kind of disaster that forced them to find a new home," Optimus surmised with a sad look.

"Only looks like the best they could find was under an organic Megatron's control," Wheeljack said with a scoff.

"And from the looks of it, he's had control long enough that the majority are just going along with it," Ratchet said with a frown, glaring at the handful of people of both species in the crowd were looking up at Robotnik's image in awe, "And some are actively supporting it, for that matter."

 All of this was bringing back unpleasant memories of the Great War and hitting far too close to home for his comfort. And for a moment, the mech could swear he saw Megatron overlooking a crowd of Cybertronians instead of Robotnik and those organics, before shaking his head as Robotnik spoke up again.

"However, have no fear. As always, your wise benevolent leader is here to protect you from the dangers of treason," Robotnik stated with a dark smirk, "Despite what some might say, my control over Earth is as strong as ever, and what remaining forces of rebellion against me are steadily being destroyed and roboticized."

He said with a wide evil smirk, "And it's only matter of time until Earth is truly brought into a new golden age under my leadership," He added with a chuckle, while Arcee gave a snort.

"More like brought into the bowls of the Pit of Unicron," she added, shaking her head with a scowl before freezing at his next words.

"However, today has shown that like my daughter, I have been perhaps too lenient and soft with my people," Robotnik said a dark look crossing his his face, "As they've mistaken my generosity for weakness, I believe that I must for the time being enact harsher law and order."

He said, his eyes examining the crowd, "Starting with enacting a curfew for Robotropolis until further notice," He stated, his eyes going over to the crowd, "Any citizen found breaking curfew will be arrested, interrogated, and depending on the results of said interrogation, if deemed necessary they will be roboticized."

 "So, what, he's going to be even harder on his people just so that he can look tough?" Bumblebee asked in disgust.

"Looks like it," Bulkhead said with a scowl, "Man, every word out of this guy's mouth makes me want to punch him in it."

"That's the thing about tyrants, they need their followers to fear them, otherwise it gives them ideas like that they can break free," Ratchet said, his tone nothing but bitter.

"Also, security forces will be performing inspections of your homes to make sure that you aren't holding or hiding anything dangerous to you or your neighbors," Robotnik's voice sounded out to the crowd, "And those are just small examples of what you'll sadly have to deal with thanks to the actions of traitors," He said with a scowl, "However, if anyone knows or spots anything, do remember that reporting and turning in a confirmed traitor will of course lead to loyal citizens being rewarded~" He added with a chortle.

"And now he's encouraging his people to turn on each other in favor of supporting him," Wheeljack growled, "Coward doesn't even the decency to do the hard work himself!"

"Doesn't surprise me at all," Arcee added with a scowl, "He seems like the type that enjoys watching people suffering on his behalf."

 Her mind briefly back to an encounter that's haunted the back of her processor for stellar cycles before she ended up posted on this ship, before shaking it off as Bumblebee gave out a grumble, "Yeah this guy's practically an organic Decepticon."

The yellow bot said with a sour expression as Robotnik seemed to conclude his speech, "For now, I'll leave you to go back to your daily lives, with the assurance that any and all remaining traitors and criminals to the Regime will share the same fate as these."

He added, gesturing to the freshly roboticized captives on the elevated platform that was lowering, "And the promise that no matter what happens, no matter what foolish treacherous speeches of hope and freedom the traitors give," His look turned positively evil, "This planet is mine! Now and forever!"

He proclaimed grandly, giving off a chilling laugh.

 And with that, the hologram shut off, leaving the echo of Robotnik's laugh to sound out for a moment, before the automated voice spoke up again.

"Citizens, this concludes the assembly. Curfew will now go into affect, return to your homes immediately!" it declared, the crowd quickly being dispersed by the Swatbots.

"This planet's a nightmare," Ironhide hissed.

 "Yeah, and it's a nightmare we're stranded on!" Bumblebee blurted out with a groan, "What's next? An infestation of scraplets? Decepticons coming to visit for Energon snacks? Or maybe it turns out the All Spark is in the hands of that psycho organic!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air.

 "Calm down," Optimus said, "This is bad, and nothing we could have predicted running into. But we can't let ourselves lose control to panic, that'll just make the situation worse. We need to figure out what we're going to do next."

 "What do you mean, what we're going to do?" Wheeljack questioned, shooting Optimus a confused look, "Obviously we're going to dig ourselves out, march over to that city, and show that piece of scrap what Autobots do to scum like him!"

 "And do you actually have a plan for that?" Arcee asked, "Because I want to stomp that wannabe Con flat as much as you do, but we can't just fly in when we don't know enough about the situation."

"We know plenty!" Wheeljack protested.

"Oh?" Ratchet spoke up, taking Arcee's side, "So, we know how big this Robotnik's army is, what kind of weapons they have, and how effective they might be against us?"

 At that Wheeljack paused, as Ratchet looked over the crew with a grim serious look, "All we know is this Robotnik appears to be as cold sparked as any Decepticon, and has technology that can do something that until today I would have considered impossible and madness."

He said while shaking his head in slight disbelief, "He... this roboticization turned organics into metal and circuits..." He stated as the memory of the scene flashed through his mind, "No one - Autobots, Decepticon, Primus even those sadists the Quintessons - have ever even come close to performing or even fathoming something like this."

"And considering the screams of those organics as it was happening, likely for good reason," Prowl added in a low tone.

 Everyone shuddered at that, none of them thinking that they'd ever be able to forget the sound of those screams.

"Okay... I don't like it, but I can see your point," Wheeljack said after a moment, "But, then what's the actual plan?"

 "Right now the situation is as such..." Optimus stated, getting their attention, "We're stranded on an alien planet that might as well be considered enemy lines, and somewhere out there is the All Spark, and considering we've been in stasis for..."

He trailed off, glancing at Ratchet, who looked grimly over at him, "50 stellar cycles, according to Teletraan's systems," The medic reported, with the crew sharing a grimace at that information and how long they had been out.

"Right..." Optimus said with a sigh, "And there's no telling what could have happened to it in that amount of time, if it ended up sent out of the ship like Megatron," He told them.

"And worst case scenario is what Bumblebee said earlier, about it being in possession of Robotnik," Arcee chimed in, while Bumblebee added with a grimace, "Really hoping for once that I'm not right."

With Ironhide giving a snort and mutter, "Good thing you usually aren't," Optimus ignore the comment and the dirty look Bumblebee shot his crewmate in turn, "Point is, right now we need information which we can only get with recon."

He told them, looking deadly serious as Ratchet gave a nod, "I've already got the probe scanning appropriate alt forms to help us blend in," The medic said as Bulkhead nodded, "Yeah, don't think we want Robotnik's attention," The big guy said, before adding with a frown, "Plus, considering his goons, we might actually scare the natives."

 "I thought about that," Ratchet admitted, "The probe will avoid the drones and anything else similar to them, and focus on more mundane vehicles. With any luck, that'll let us keep a low profile long enough to figure out a next move."

 "Hopefully this planet's got some vehicles with some style despite who's running it," Bumblebee muttered but was ignored, "I'll also see if I can have our systems hack and access more of this planet's communication systems; hopefully it can help us get more intel on this planet's history."

Ratchet added, typing at the terminal with a determined grimace, just as the screen started to display something.

"Miss Vanilla, I've got a problem," said the form of a strange small bot (who was unknown to the Autobots currently dressed up like a schoolboy, complete with jersey and baseball cap) to an organic in uniform sitting in some kinda archive, with a data pad sitting in front of them, "Well, a bunch of kids are telling me that I should rebel while saying mean things about Mr Robotnik," The bot replied said, before adding while looking questioningly at the organic, "What should I do?"

"Oh, why that's easy Grounder, report them to the nearest security officer or Swatbot so they can be arrested, discipline, and if necessary, roboticized," The organic said with a motherly smile very contractive to her statement.

 "But that sounds mean," Grounder replied.

"Oh no, dear," Vanilla reassured, "It's not mean at all. They're the ones being mean, because by saying things like that, they're making things worse for everyone. By turning them in, you're making things better."

"Thanks Miss Vanilla, I'm glad I know that now!" Grounder replied happily, while cheerful music played. Then the image cut to the same face-like symbol, now over the message "Brought to you by Regime Informational Services".

"...What the scrap was that?" Ironhide asked in disbelief.

"Very blatant propaganda aimed at young organics, I'd say," Prowl commented.

 "This place just gets worse and worse doesn't it," Bulkhead said with a sigh, honestly feeling bad for all those poor organics who had to live here.

"Yeah, it's like looking at Cybertron if the Cons won the war," Wheeljack agreed with a scowl.

"I'm kinda morbidly curious what other things they transmit around here," Bumblebee muttered after seeing that propaganda, prompting looks from the others, "Oh, like you all aren't either," Bumblebee retorted defensively after noticing the looks.

 "Ya know, Bee's kinda got a point," Bulkhead pointed out, "It might help us figure out more of what this society's like if we see what passes for entertainment around here."

"Not quite sure I follow that logic, but it couldn't hurt to gather more intel anyway that we can," Arcee admitted. Ratchet grumbled in a way that suggested he agreed but didn't want to admit it, and scanned for more transmissions.

"Welcome to Gladiatorial Combat!" an excited voice declared as the screen switched to a view of an arena of some kind, "Where every week, convicted criminals fight for the right to have their sentences ended early!"

 "Of course they do," Optimus said flatly with a sigh.

"This Robotnik's really doing his best to compete with Megatron for biggest fragger in the universe, ain't he?" Ironhide stated with an agreeing scowl.

"I'm surprised he even has an alternative to that nightmare we just saw," Wheeljack noted.

"It makes sense. He probably saves something that extreme for the highest of crimes so that he can look lenient by comparison with these other means of punishment," Prowl stated.

"Plus, he probably gets a sick laugh out of this too," Arcee chimed in, scowling as the announcer continued on.

"We've got a great show for you all today, folks! As we see Iggins take on one of Lord Robotnik's newest Swatbot models!" They proclaimed as an organic who was walking into the arena suddenly paled.

"Wait, I'm WHAT!?"

In response, a larger version of the Swatbots that the Autobots had seen earlier dropped down into the arena in front of him.

"I thought I was fighting another convict!" Iggins yelled, looking terrified.

"Sorry, but I guess this is what you get when you try to steal from a Grandmaster's daughter!" the announcer laughed in sick amusement.

"But I'm a better gamer than her!" Iggins protested.

"Ohhh, that comment just earned you some punishment," The announcer said with a laugh.

"Punishment?" Iggins questioned with a gulp, wondering how this could get worse, "Yes, you now have to fight the Swatbot... barehanded!'

"WHAT?!" Iggins exclaimed, as the nearby rack of weapons he'd been expecting to choose from suddenly sank into the floor.

"And begin!" the announcer declared, the Swatbot starting to advance on Iggins.

"Mommy!" the convict shouted, turning and running for his life, the Swatbot soon chasing him around the arena.

All while the Autobots could do nothing but watch with wide optics.

"Well... he's doomed." Bumblebee stated quite bluntly before asking with a frown, "What else is on?"

The others stared at him incredulously, causing him to raise his servos defensively.

"What? Does anyone actually want to watch that guy get squashed?" he asked. That got grumbles of reluctant acceptance from the others, and Ratchet switched frequencies to another transmission.

"And they're off!" a voice announced as a bunch of fancy-looking cars took off at high speeds down a twisting race path.

"Oh frag yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Bumblebee exclaimed happily. If there's one thing he loved, it was racing, "Finally something on this planet that's normal and actually fun!" He added in a slight note of relief.

"Hmm, doesn't look that different from the races back home," Wheeljack agreed, watching as the racers sped down the track.

"Well I guess logically there has to be more... sane entertainment mixed with the horror," Optimus said with a slight sigh of relief, only for Ratchet to hold his finger with a flat look while watching the screen.

"Give it a click," He stated, as he had a feeling the other pede was going to drop.

And at his words, various weapons and obstacles started to emerge on the track.

"I knew it," Ratchet sighed, as the weapons started firing on the cars and explosions stared ringing out around the racetrack.

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

"Of course, even simple things are twisted on this planet," Arcee grumbled.

"...I still think it looks fun," Bumblebee admitted.

"You would," Ironhide scoffed, and ignored Bumblebee's glare as he added, "But let's see if we can find something more useful," He said as Ratchet nodded and once again changed the transmission.

"Ah, what! Can't we at least wait till after the race?" Bumblebee whined, but was ignored as the monitor displayed two bots, one silver and stout the other gold and tall, sitting at a desk looking at the camera.

"Good evening citizens of the Regime, and welcome to Robotropolis News," Greeted the silver bot with a nod.

"And today's certainly been an eventful day for the capital of the Regime, hasn't it Bocoe?" Stated the gold bot to the silver, who gave an agreeing nod.

"You can certainly say that again, Decoe. From the princess's delinquent drag race to the various rebel cells acting up while security forces were busy dealing with her, today's been very busy," Bocoe stated.

"Drag race?" Bumblebee asked, perking up slightly.

"Of course that's the part you focus on," Ironhide said, rolling his optics.

 "Uhh, did that bot say Princess?" Bulkhead asked with a confused frown

 "Robotnik probably has offspring," Optimus mused.

"And from the sound of it, she's a troublemaker," Ratchet noted, "Which I might actually approve of for once if she's causing trouble for this wannabe Con."

 "Question is, if the motivation comes from disagreeing with her father's action, or more out of selfishness," Mused Prowl out loud.

 "Does that matter?" Bumblebee asked in confusion, "I mean, as long as she's going against this guy..."

"Of course it matters," Ironhide scoffed, "There's a big difference between her genuinely rebelling against a tyrant and just being a protoform throwing a tantrum."

 And at those words, the newscast began to show footage of earlier that day, with the bots giving shared blinks at the sight of a car chase.

"Huh... so that's what they meant by drag race," Bulkhead murmured with a blink.

 "Definitely looks more like a tantrum than anything to me," Wheeljack noted.

"Fortunately, everything's been handled, according to security force insiders," Decoe stated as the camera went back to the robot newscasters, "The rebel cells that took advantage of the chaos to strike out have been crushed, and the princess has been sentenced to manual labor and community service on Lord Robotnik's orders to atone for her antics today."

"Which is getting off pretty light if you ask me, but I'm not dumb enough to question the Doctor's decisions," Bocoe commented.

 "And I know I'm not either," Decoe agreed with his own agreeing nod; neither of them wanted to end up smelted down for parts, thank you very much.

Though as this was happening, Prowl gave the two bots a frown, "Strange... those two... and that one bot from that propaganda video... seem different than the rest of those drones... those Swatbots," Prowl observed with a frown.

"I know. They have more... personality," Arcee noted in agreement.

"Could it be because they've been designed with more specific purposes in mind than mere enforcement?" Optimus speculated.

"Hmm, that's a good possibility," Ratchet agreed, also frowning at the screen, watching as the two bots exchanged a bit of banter, "But Prowl is right, it's odd," He remarked, shaking his head, "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear I was listening to two strange mini-bots," The medic said, rubbing his chin with a grimace.

 "Something we may need to consider investigating more closely later," Optimus mused, "But in the meantime, I think we've got a pretty good lay of the land for now."

 "Yeah, and it's a complete nightmare," Bumblebee said flatly with an annoyed look.

"Won't see me disagreeing, but just got the alert that the probe just finished scanning alt-forms for us," The medic reported as a scanning pod rose up from the ground, "After we upgrade our alt-forms, we can work on a way of getting out of this underground cavern, while making sure we aren't found by the local warlord," Ratchet added in with a dark frown.

 "Glad to hear it, though I'd still like to do some damage," Wheeljack grumbled, still not happy with the situation.

"We'll do what good we can where and when we're able to without taking unnecessary risks," Optimus stated, "Until then, we keep a low profile, understood?"

"Yeah, yes sir," Wheeljack muttered.

 "Speaking of low profile..." Ratchet turned to the terminal, "Better call the probe back before it's noticed," The medic stated to the rest of the crew, "And while clearly his first suspect won't be a crew of stranded Cybertronians over rebel forces, the last thing we want is giving Robotnik any hint of our existence."

He said with a firm frown, "Especially since, like him or not, there's still the fact that this isn't our planet, and we do have our own problems to worry about, like retrieving the All Spark before it falls into the wrong servos."

 Everyone nodded in agreement to that, and watched on the screen as the newscast was cut off in favor of the probe's live view of the city. It started to turn and fly back towards the mountains... and then there was blur of blue light, and the camera shook as something hit the probe hard, before the feed went to static.

"What the frag was that?!" Bulkhead exclaimed.

 "Oh slag, don't tell me one of those Swatbot things shot down the drone!" Bumblebee exclaimed in a grimace as Ratchet quickly went to work on the console.

"Not sure, but something attacked it, because it's not responding at all," Ratchet said, grimly looking over at the rest of the crew.

"Which means remaining unseen became all the more vital," Optimus surmised, while Ratchet played back the last image of that blue light.

(Robotropolis)

"Nothing like destroying Egghead's toys to vent some anger," Sonic said with a smirk, looking over the orange device that had been floating up in the air, "Though something about it is certainly different than his usual toys," He added with a frown.  Because aside from the color scheme, it was also lacking Robotnik's trademark logo, which he loved to plaster on pretty much everything he made.

However, after considering this for a moment, Sonic shrugged. After all, who else could have made it?

Hearing the sound of approaching sirens, he looked down the street, where he saw cops and other security forces approaching the site of the blasted down drone.

"Well, time to go," he said, before zipping off with another blur of blue light. Just in time to avoid being seen by the new arrivals outside of a blue flash.

"Well... looks like we got another hit," Fanzone said evenly after leaving his car, approaching the damaged probe with Amy, who frowned.

"Actually... we don't," she stated with a dark scowl as she bent down to take a closer look at it, "This... this isn't one of Lord Robotnik's."

 "It isn't?" Fanzone blinked in confusion, looking to the remains of the probe. It all looked the same to him, but he supposed Amy would know better than he did on that subject.

"It looks similar, I'll admit, but there's definitely differences," Amy clarified, carefully examining the probe, "We should take it to him immediately, he'll want to know about this."

 "You think a rebel drone or something?" Fanzone questioned as the Swatbots stepped up to collected the damaged probe.

"Possible, but if it is, it's a cell with some decent tech and brains," Amy replied with a hum, before shaking her head, "Well, whoever they are, they'll learn the price of opposing our lord just like any and every other criminal."

She stated with quite a menacing smile.

 Fanzone repressed a shudder. It really was disturbing to see someone this young be fanatically loyal to a dictator, but he knew better than to comment on it.

"Well, I'll let you take it to him, and I'll stick to patrol," he said instead.

 "Suit yourself, see if you can find any clues about the probe or what destroyed it," Amy added with a shrug and order, "Though chances are, we already have a good idea what did the latter," she muttered with a mixture of annoyance and amusement, wondering how whatever or whoever that blue light was would react if they knew they had just performed a service for Dr. Robotnik.

"Will do," Fanzone said with a sigh after giving a glance over at the probe with a slight scowl. Truthfully, something about it and today in general had him feeling like something big was coming... and he could only hope he could keep the citizens out of the crossfire when things hit the fan.

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"Suit yourself, see if you can find any clues about the probe or what destroyed it," Amy added with a shrug and order, "Though chances are, we already have a good idea what did the latter," she muttered with a mixture of annoyance and amusement, wondering how whatever or whoever that blue light was would react if they knew they had just performed a service for Dr. Robotnik.

"Will do," Fanzone said with a sigh after giving a glance over at the probe with a slight scowl. Truthfully, something about it and today in general had him feeling like something big was coming... and he could only hope he could keep the citizens out of the crossfire when things hit the fan.

 (Later, Robotnik Palace)

"Interesting... so it seems we had someone playing spy," Mused Robotnik from his throne as Amy bowed to the back of it, looking over at the screen displaying the probe and what they managed to learn so far. But just looking at it, despite it being decades since his rebirth and seeing the original show, his instincts were screaming at him, and he knew in his cold soul what it meant... the Autobots were about to enter the game.

 He and Zim had just been discussing this, and now here it was. Which was more than a little disconcerting.

"Should we be concerned, sir?" Amy asked, oblivious to her lord's inner concerns. Which he of course couldn't admit to, so he shoved them aside as he turned to face her.

"No more than usually my dear, I assure you," Robotnik said to Amy with a confidant smirk, hiding any worry or concern at this latest twist... or lingering fear that he was the toy and entertainment for some sort of higher being while cast as one of the main villains of some grand stage play they've set up.

"After all, am I not the genius who took over a planet in one fell swoop?" He asked as he stood up from his throne and approached the bowing Amy, "And do I not have armies of robotic creations and loyal followers like you, my dear?"

He added, smirking down at her.

"Yes sir," Amy replied immediately. After all, she wouldn't dream of implying that he was anything less than the genius that he was!

Something that caused Robotnik smirk wide. He had to admit, even he was surprised how trying to integrate himself to Amy at a young age when he saw her among that crowd of Mobians at that riot had turned out. But her becoming his loyal follower wasn't something he'd turn down, and unlike all those variations of Sonic, he was sure he could direct and use her obsession with him to his advantage quite easily~

"None the less, you've done well bringing this to my attention," He stated, looking into her eyes, "And I'm pleased that despite that blue flash eluding the security forces, you've shown yourself a model officer and follower."

He said, giving off a little chuckle, "How you played your own cousin for a fool and capitalized on his trust led to so many traitors roboticized, despite Rob o' the Hedge's own escape, alone shows your devotion to me and my cause~"

Amy felt the familiar twinge of guilt at the reminder of that, but as always she pressed it down. She loved her cousin and hated that she'd had to turn on him, but he'd made the decision to betray their savior like some ungrateful bastard, so she'd had no choice!

"Thank you sir, you know I'm always happy to serve in any way I can," she said. At that, Robotnik seemed to leer as his eyes roamed over Amy's body.

"Continue to do such excellent work, and I'll be very tempted to see how far and well you can serve me, my dear~" He stated with a chortle. Honestly, obsessive or not, how could any variation of Sonic not get ideas to take advantage of or see how far she'd go, even Scourge? Okay, admittedly in that last case, his variation of Amy was completely nuts, but still...

"Especially after a stressful day like today," He added out loud in a murmur, shaking his head with a small frown.

 Amy preened at the compliment, but also took note of his last comment.

"Ah, about that, sir? Are you sure you should be going so easy on Sari?" she asked, "I'm not trying to get in the middle of a family matter, but that kind of behavior really needs to be curbed before it becomes more serious."

 "Rest assured, Sari will not be enjoying her punishment by any means, and knows that even attempting anywhere near this level of stunt again will not be tolerated, Amy," Robotnik stated with a slight scowl.

"She's also aware the consequences her actions had, and wishes to make up for them, I'm sure," Said the form of Vanilla Robotnik as she arrived to the throne room, giving a short bow to her husband before being allowed to approach and share a kiss, much to the watching envy of Amy.

She had nothing against the Grandmaster, really, she was a nice enough person. But dammit, why couldn't that be her in that position?

Shaking it off before she could say or do anything she'd regret, she instead just said, "Well, I'm glad to hear that."

"But do you require me for anything else, sir, or am I dismissed?" She asked, looking up to the Doctor with an expression that said ever ready and eager to serve.

"Ah yes, for now you're free to go home and continue your current tasks and duties," Robotnik said, stepping up as Amy stood up and saluted.

"Sir..." Before pausing as the Doctor step forward and leaned down to cup her cheek with his flesh and blood hand.

"And remember, continue to serve me well, and you might yet find your greatest desires a reality~" He said with a chortle as Amy's face glowed red.

"Yes, Doctor!" she barely managed to squeak out before turning and all but bolting out of the throne room with her heart pounding like a drum, leaving Robotnik to give off an amused little laugh.

"You shouldn't tease her like that, dear," Vanilla said, albeit with a giggle. Amy's crush on her husband was quite obvious, and was so adorable that she couldn't even remotely find it in her to be upset or jealous about it.

"Hehe, why not? It's so much fun~" Robotnik replied back turning to face his wife with a smirk, "Especially with all those naughty rumors circling around," He added with a smirk, approaching his wife and wrapping his arms around her as he stared into her eyes, "But glad to see you aren't jealous at me potentially rewarding a loyal servant with pleasure if she proves worthy like you did~"

He said, giving her lips a soft kiss for a moment.

"Mmm, why should I be?" she asked as the kiss broke, "I'm secure enough in what we have to not see her as a threat. And besides, she's a cute thing, and if she proves herself, I don't see why we can't reward her properly~"

"Hehe, such a naughty minx~" Robotnik said with an open laugh, smirking at her, "You've come a long way since your reluctance to be rewarded with my favor while you were still married to that other fool~"

 "And I have you to thank for that," she giggled, thinking back to how far she had indeed come. Before the Great Evacuation, she'd been content to dream of just being a wife and eventually mother, and not bother with anything grander than that. But that had changed since they'd come to Earth, when she had caught Julian's eye for reasons that she still wasn't sure of, but was always grateful for.

"Come my dear, it's been a long day, and I find myself desiring to return to our quarters for more stress relief," Her husband's voice sounded, gently guiding her out of the throne room while both of their minds went back to how their relationship had begun.

(Over 7 years ago)

It was about four years after the Great Evacuation of Mobius, and about 7 years after his planetary conquest, and Robotnik while dealing with annoying pests trying to fight against his rule, found himself relishing the joy and reach of power.

The arrival of the Mobians and such had been a shocker for him, but one he gleefully twisted to his advantage, and despite many ingrates choosing to side with the rebels or freedom fighters of his new home, just as many settled into a life as citizens in his Regime or entered his service. Among the latter were two certain rabbit Mobians, a husband and wife pair by the name of Spice and Vanilla Rabbit... and ooh, what a surprise and delight to see Vanilla Rabbit herself in person, though it seemed Cream had yet to be born.

And just a glance at Vanilla, and it was plain to see why such was such a popular MILF and character to fantasize about for many people in his original life... and it had led to him getting ideas. After all, with all this power, why not start to enjoy a few more perks and have a bit more fun? The fact that they ended up earning employment in his base alone practically said this was fate.

Spice, the husband, honestly was hardly an important factor to consider beyond the fun he'd have breaking his spirit, was actually a new cook earning the right to be one of the few flesh and blood cooks for their food. While Vanilla herself, despite her own culinary talents, found herself putting her logistical lessons to use as his new assistant, which brought him to this moment.

"Is there anything else to report, Vanilla?" Robotnik asked, his gaze roaming over the rabbit Mobian figure from his throne.

 "In some good news from our agricultural divisions, sir, most crop yields are continuing the upwards trend that they've been showing ever since my people arrived and shared our superior farming techniques," Vanilla replied.

 "Excellent, and of course all that food will go a long way to feeding my subjects... at least those that prove themselves loyal and worthy of the bountiful harvest~" Robotnik added with a laugh.

 "Yes sir," Vanilla replied, not even put off by the implication of that statement. Sure, when she'd first started working for him, she'd been very off-put and nervous around him, both because of his power and his ruthlessness. But she'd grown accustomed to both over time, and now his ability to decide at the drop of a hat to punish entire communities for the actions of a handful didn't even phase her anymore. A part of her strangely even found it awe-inspiring, and it had led to her even wondering - if King Acorn had been half as ruthless, would the Great Evacuation had even happened in the first place?

Though those thoughts aside, she had to admit she'd gotten quite used to working as the personal assistant for the ruler of an entire planet, while helping manage and report on a great deal of many of the Regime's operations.

Heck, she wasn't even bothered by the uniform he made her wear that much anymore either, despite initially feeling embarrassed while wearing it, she thought while glancing down at said uniform while half-listening to her employer.

(picture this only maybe without the glasses~)

"That aside, I must commend you Vanilla, you've been an efficient and model employee and a true model citizen for others in my Regime," Robotnik said with a smirk, "Your husband is quite lucky to have you~" He said, giving off an amused laugh.

 "Ah, thank you, sir," Vanilla replied with a blush. And a small amount of annoyance too, though not at her employer - when was the last time that Spice had stated something like that to her?

She loved her husband, obviously. But ever since they'd come to Earth, it felt like that spark had been dimming. Naturally, both of them were busy with their new jobs, but lots of married couples were and still managed to stay passionate in their relationships, but lately it felt to Vanilla that her and Spice were becoming more like just mere roommates than people who were actually married.

 It was actually something she was planning to address with Spice as soon as she could. She wanted to not only try to bring some spark into their marriage, but she also wanted to discuss starting a family. It'd been four years since the Great Evacuation and the loss of their planet, and they were now firmly on their feet with stable positions on Earth, so there was no reason not to have any children at this point.

"In fact..." Robotnik's voice brought her back to her senses with a dark hum, "If there's no further items to address on the agenda, I believe you've earned yourself a... reward~" He said, trailing off with a dark laugh.

 "Ah... what sort of reward?" Vanilla asked, feeling both nervous and excited at the same time. After all, Robotnik, while one to keep a tight grip on his subordinates, usually offered great carrots in one hand to go along with the metal pipe he held in another. Any reward from him wasn't to take lightly, and it was a sign that you had been gaining his attention, for better or worse.

"Why, the reward of pleasuring your master of course~" Though at the Doctor's next words, she found herself going stiff as he leered at her from his throne.

"Ah, ah... what?!" Vanilla squeaked out, face glowing bright red. He... couldn't mean what she thought he meant, could he?

No, no, of course not, she had to be misunderstanding what he meant. After all, Robotnik had always been so focused in his work and ruling that she'd never seen him take any inclination to such things. The closest example she could think of to him doing so was having her... wear this secretary uniform... but that was just for her job! Wasn't it?

Robotnik smirked in amusement seeing her reaction as he carried on.

"Yes, it's been years, even before I took control, since I felt the touch of another, and I currently find myself in the mood, so to speak~" he explained as he stood from his throne room to approach the nervous Mobian, "And I believe you are worthy of receiving your ruler's attention~"

"Um, ah... that's very flattering, sir," Vanilla said, swallowing nervously as Robotnik loomed over her, "But, ah, I am married, so..."

"And I am the master of this planet," Robotnik said with a dark growl as his red and black eyes stared into her own and seemingly at her very soul, "Everything on Earth belongs to me," He said, raising his left metal hand to rub her cheek, with Vanilla going stiff at its cold touch, "Including you~"

He said with a chortle, before his eyes narrowed dangerously, "And to think otherwise is treason," The tyrant said with a threatening smile as he moved his hand down to her throat, "And you aren't a traitor... are you, Vanilla?" He asked in faux concern, while giving her throat a slight squeeze of his metallic grip.

"N-no, sir," Vanilla stammered, terrified at the grip on her neck and how he was acting.

Yet at the same time, she couldn't help but feel oddly... aroused? That made no sense, she didn't like how she was being treated right now!

...Right?

"Excellent~" Robotnik said with a pleased smirk at her obedience, "Then get on your knees and let your breasts loose," he ordered, easing his grip to move his hand down to give her breast a squeeze, "I want to see how they feel wrapped around my cock~"

"Ah!" Vanilla gasped from the squeeze, shocked at herself to realize that she enjoyed the sensation. She also blushed as she processed what he'd just told her to do, but she knew that she didn't have a choice but to obey.

"Ah... ah... yes sir," she stammered, lowering to her knees. She hesitated for a moment at this point, but seeing the look on Robotnik's face, she reached up and unbuttoned the small shirt of her uniform, allowing her large breasts to pop free.

"Oooh, very nice, very nice indeed~" Robotnik said with a leer as he beheld Vanilla's F-cups for the first time, causing the rabbit to flush at his words, "But let's see if you know how to use them~" He added with amusement as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, with Vanilla's eyes going wide when she saw what he was packing. Because even taking the average height difference between humans and Mobians into account, Robotnik's cock was significantly larger than Spice's.

Not that it mattered, obviously, she quickly reminded herself. She was happily married, and didn't want to have anything to do with this massive piece of man meat!

She was only doing this because Robotnik ordered her, and she like all others had no choice but to follow his orders, lest they risk getting roboticized. That's the only reason she was doing this, for her and Spice's own safety, she told herself as she wrapped her breasts around the large cock, with Robotnik giving off a pleased groan at the sensation.

"Get to work~" He ordered with a large leering smirk.

Vanilla obeyed, and began moving her breasts up and down along her master's shaft. Listening to him groan in pleasure at the action, she increased her pace, hoping that if she could do this quickly enough, she could get this over with and then pretend that it had never happened.

And all the while, she tried to ignore how good it felt for her too.

"Hmm, now this is treatment truly worthy of an Emperor~" Robotnik groaned. God this felt even better than he thought it would, her breasts were like two heavenly clouds, "And your husband gets this sort of treatment every night?" He questioned with a slight jealous scowl.

"Ah, ah, well, ah, not every night," Vanilla gasped as she kept up her pace. Truth was, she and Spice didn't sleep together as often as they used to when they were first married, mostly because both were so busy that they tended to be too tired every night to even try, and the few times they did, it was fairly quick and simple, nowhere near anything like this.

But that was normal, she was sure. And surely, they'd get more energetic in their lovemaking once they were ready to try for a baby, wouldn't they?

"Oh? Urg, what a waste then~" Robotnik groaned, reaching down to grip her head with his metallic hand, "But not to worry, from now on you can service me like this every day," he said with a leer, "Consider it part of your new duties."

He said with a laugh.

"Um, well, if you, ah, insist, sir," Vanilla moaned, knowing that she couldn't refuse. Though even as she told herself that she was being forced, she couldn't help but feel very warm at the thought of being able to do this again and again.

 And at that, she worked her breasts faster and pressed them harder against his cock, before in a feeling of boldness and as she told herself making him cum sooner to end this, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth and started to suck on it.

"Oooh yessss, that's a good pet, pleasure your master," Robotnik groaned, pleased by the initiative.

 For her part, Vanilla had no idea why she'd done that. She just wanted to get this over with, right? So, why was she making it so complicated and in-depth?

She had no time to ponder that, however, as with a grunt, Robotnik came, his seed shooting into Vanilla's mouth and down her throat.

 "GRLT... GLRT!" With her making a muffled surprised exclamation as Robotnik held her head in place, making her swallow every last drop, and it was... surprisingly tasty, she found herself thinking as he released his grip on her head, allowing her to breathe and cough as she caught her breath, "Coff... coff... ah."

"Ah... marvelous work, my dear," Robotnik said as he started to put his cock back in his pants, "But I believe that's enough for now. Consider yourself dismissed for the day," He said, turning his back to her and making his way back to his throne nonchalantly, seemingly uncaring of what they just did.

 "Ah... ah... ah... yes, sir," Vanilla stammered once she'd managed to clear her throat enough to speak coherently. Wiping her mouth off, she buttoned her shirt back up and quickly fled the room as fast as she could.

Practically running towards her and Spice's quarters elsewhere in the palace, Vanilla's head was spinning. She had no idea how to handle what had just happened. Should she tell Spice about it?

No, she realized, she couldn't do that. Aside from shame, she knew that if she did, he'd probably do something stupid like try to confront Robotnik, and that wouldn't end well for anyone.

 The best thing she could do was keep her head down, and her mouth shut about what just happen. And if Robotnik really meant what he said about this just being part of new duties, then for her and Spice's own sake, she just had to do the best job she could, like always.

 With any luck, Robotnik would lose interest after a while, and then she'd never have to have anything to do with his... huge, tasty cock... ever again.

Blushing brightly as she realized what she'd just been thinking, Vanilla shook her head to get her mind back on track. She couldn't let herself get seduced by how good this experience had just felt. She needed to remember, she was happily married. And nothing would change that, no matter how many times Robotnik used her like a toy, she thought, laying on the bed feeling slightly slushed, while telling herself her marriage survived the Great Evacuation, and it would survive this.

And this would be a vow that would be put to the test over the next couple of weeks as Robotnik had her pleasuring him with her breasts and mouth every day, sometimes even while performing her own duties, such as giving her reports. She quickly lost count of the number of times he had her read off reports while jerking him off, or give him blowjobs as he took calls from Grandmasters or other Regime officials (though thankfully, he always kept her face offscreen while he did that).

And every time, she would repeatedly tell herself that she was happily married and didn't like this at all, no matter how much of a thrill she got from it each time she did it.

 And every time, she did her best to ignore the burning desire in her crotch as she performed these acts, until attending to her body after retiring to her quarters. Doing her best to think of her husband as she pleasured herself... even telling herself that surprising Spice with some pleasure from her tits and mouth would help her deal with this desire and assuage her guilt.

 But each time she considered that, she'd end up brushing the thought aside. And she'd tell herself that it was because she and Spice were perfectly happy without having to resort to using something that she took from what was being forced onto her, but that wasn't true. The real reason, she hated to admit to herself, was that she just didn't think that it would feel as good with Spice as it did with Robotnik.

Case in point, as she found herself currently sucking off Robotnik as he gave off an irritated growl.

"How is it that Fowler continues to elude me and be a pain in my neck?" He growled in a dark tone after receiving the latest status report on neutralizing the rebellion against his Regime.

"Despite his outward buffoonery, sir, Fowler was a top agent for a reason," Grandmaster Silas replied from the screen he was on, doing his best to keep his gaze on his lord and ignore the sucking sounds coming from below him.

"I'm well aware of that, but it's been years since he was forced on the run, and he's steadily becoming more and more than just an annoyance," Robotnik said with a low growl, glaring at the screen, "Case in point..."

He said, at first calm before roaring out, "THE BOMBING OF SWATBOT FACTORIES!" He said, snarling, with Vanilla flinching below but continuing to suck despite her nervousness at his anger, with Silas flinching from Robotnik's rage.

"Such an act is not to be tolerated!" Robotnik slammed his metal fist on his throne, "It shows weakness, and I will not tolerate weakness, Silas," His eyes glowed as he stared menacingly at the screen, "So, I don't care what you do, just make sure Fowler gets the message that such acts have... hehe, consequences~"

"Ah... yes sir, right away sir," Silas said with a salute and a slight nervous tone to his voice, before he cut off the transmission.

"Grr, I'm surrounded by incompetence," Robotnik groaned, rubbing his head with a scowl, "Incompetence and ingrates who can't appreciate what I do for them, Vanilla."

He said with a grunt as the rabbit continued to suck him off, "Sigh... I need something to help me relax and forget my problems," Robotnik added with a thoughtful look, before getting a smirk as he pulled up a communication line straight to the kitchen, "Spice! I want some chocolate cake and shakes brought up to my throne room NOW!

 Vanilla's eyes went wide at that. He couldn't be calling Spice up here now! Not when they were like this!

 "I believe something sweet will help me relax," Robotnik mused, before sending Vanilla a smirk as she removed her mouth from his cock, "Something sweet, and something tight~" He said with a laugh as he lashed out and grabbed her by her ears to pull her up onto his lap.

 "Ah, master, please!" Vanilla begged, "We, we can't do this now! Spice will be here any minute!"

 "Then I suggest you try to keep your voice down when he gets here," Robotnik told her with a slight cold tone as he reached up into her skirt and pulled down her panties, noting with amusement how wet they were, "Now, do you want it in the ass or in your cunt~"

He asked with a leer as he pulled her up, her back up against his chest as he aligned his cock and got it ready.

 "Ah, uh..." Vanilla stammered, face burning as she felt his cock rub back and forth against both holes. She should be screaming for him to stop, that this was too far, that she couldn't do this... but she couldn't find the words. Instead, she found herself blurting out the first thing that came to her mind.

"My ass!" she screamed.

 "Excellent choice~" Robotnik said with a laugh, before he wasted no time in thrusting up as he slammed Vanilla as hard as he could down onto his cock as he took for the first time one of her holes outside of her mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" With the rabbit Mobian letting out a loud piercing cry that echoed into the throne room as he did so.

While Robotnik simply laughed in glee as he reached around and roughly grabbed ahold of her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, "Ooooh, nice and tight~" He said with a leering smirk as he fucked her without mercy.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, master!" Vanilla groaned in mixed pain and pleasure. She'd never done this before either; her and Spice's love life was so simple and straightforward, they never did anything this extreme. She'd never seen the appeal, honestly.

But it felt so good~ It honestly made her wonder why she and husband hadn't tried experimenting with things in the bedroom.

Or if it would even feel as good with Spice?

Though as she bounced off the massive cock, giving off moans of pain and pleasure, Robotnik let out pleased grunts while kneading her tits roughly with his hands and smirking wide with glee, "Hehe, I do so love it when you call me that~" he said with a smug sneer, licking up the side of her neck before giving a chuckle as he noticed a figure approaching the throne command center through the security feed, "But you best be silent now~"

He said darkly, raising his metal hand up to her mouth, covering it, "Unless you'd like to explain to your husband why his wife is acting like a whore~" he added, giving off a laugh as she made a muffled exclamation just as the door opened and a figure pushing a cart entered, giving the back of the throne a nervous fearful look.

"Ah, your cake and shakes, sir," Stammered out the form of none other than Spice Rabbit with a nervous gulp.

(use the rabbit shaking hands with Vanilla as a basis for what Spice looks like, ignore Cream and the other rabbit in the pic.)

While he was of course grateful for everything that Doctor Robotnik had done for their people, and his family in particular, that didn't mean that he wasn't still terrified of the man. Frankly, anyone sane should be, in his opinion. Honestly, he didn't know how his poor wife could handle working as a personal assistant to the man, he thought with a shiver, staring at the back of the throne, unable to see said wife getting her ass fucked as Robotnik covered her mouth with a wide smirk.

"It's about time, Spice!" He barked, putting as much annoyance as he could into his voice, "I know that you're hardly at Stone's level of competence, but I expect better from my followers, especially those I give the honor of being employed in my own home."

Robotnik said with a low growl, causing Spice to let out another fearful gulp, "I... I understand, sir... and I apologize for taking so long," He said, bowing his head fearfully as Robotnik scoffed while giving off a low groan as he felt Vanilla's ass tighten around his cock.

"As you should... honestly, considering your own wife's work effort and excellent performance, I expect better."

"I... I'm sorry, sir, I'll do better," Spice said, making sure to keep his head down. He was just glad that Vanilla wasn't here to see him getting browbeaten like this, unaware that she could in fact hear everything.

 And God, while part of her sympathized for her husband and hated seeing him getting treated like this, another part of her was finding to her a shame a twisted thrill in all of this!

Not only was she getting fucked in the ass by another man out of her husband's sight, but that same man, the man who was not only their shared employer and ruler of the world, was browbeating and humiliating him while Spice could do nothing but quiver. It was all so... so... so...

"MMFFFF!" She gave off a muffled moan, Robotnik's hand blocking her mouth as she started to cum and squirt her juices over his lap.

"Sir?" Spice gave a confused blink, thinking he had perhaps heard something.

"Why are you still here, Spice!?" Only to flinch at Robotnik's yell, "You did your task, now stop standing around and GET BACK TO WORK!" Robotnik yelled as Spice quivered and flinched.

"Ah, yes sir! Sorry sir!" Before fleeing the room, not turning back to see Robotnik turn the throne around to look at his back as he laughed, while grunting as he shot his seed up into Vanilla's asshole. For her part, Vanilla barely noticed her husband's exit, too busy riding her orgasm and feeling Robotnik's seed fill her asshole.

God, she didn't know what felt better. That physical sensation, or the knowledge that this had all happened right in front of Spice without him realizing anything.

Though before she could muse on it, she found herself letting out a grunt as Robotnik removed her from his cock and threw her to the ground.

"That was quite good, but make yourself useful and get me some cake and a shake~" He barked with a wide smirk, having enjoyed every last moment of what just happened, and seeing Vanilla lay on the floor as his cum leaked out of her ass with her husband none the wiser to what had been happening in front of him made it all the more enjoyable~

Hehe, only question was, how much further could he push Vanilla?

After all, he could see in her eyes that she was already on the edge from all he'd done to her. How much more could she take before she snapped from sheer pleasure? And did he want that, when he could have so much fun continuing to string her along?

No, no it was best to see how long he could make this little game last~ It'd been so long since he had such fun, he thought as Vanilla got up from the ground.

"As you wish, master Robotnik," she murmured in a low tone, wincing and trying to ignore the pain in her sore ass and the odd thrill at his rough treatment as she went over to the cart to get him a slice of cake and a shake before walking over to present it to him with a slight mixed grimace.

At that, Robotnik eagerly took and dove into his treat, before making a sour expression.

"Urg, once again, too overly sweet," He spat, but continued to drink his shake and eat the cake regardless as Vanilla gave a small flinch, "If not for your own superb service, I'd almost be tempted to roboticize your husband for the crime of trying to rot out my teeth."

Robotnik mused aloud as Vanilla suddenly went stiff, "None the less, he's an adequate cook, so he'll be allowed to keep his position and life," He added uncaring, taking another bite, "As for you Vanilla, unless you want to clean off my cock, I suppose you're dismissed for today."

He told her while giving her a leer, "But I'll be sure to add pleasing me with your ass to your duties~" Robotnik told her with a sneer, "And not to worry, as a generous ruler, I shall allow your cunt to remain untouched by all except the one that holds your heart... for now~"

He added before giving off a laugh of cruel amusement.

"T-thank you, master," Vanilla said, bowing low and trying to ignore the tingling that ran through her pussy at his words. Desperately trying to not think about that feeling, and the thoughts that came with it, she quickly fled the room, feeling her cheeks flush and her eyes water with shame from what she just did. Using her breasts and mouth were bad enough, but defiling her ass, and while her own husband was there, was something else completely! And what was worse, how could part of her have enjoyed it!?

She... she had to remember that it was just physical pleasure and Robotnik using her for his own amusement, yes. While Spice... her poor husband getting browbeaten like that... and apparently failing in his duties but avoiding punishment only thanks to her having Robotnik's favor at some level. He... he didn't know what was going on or what she had been doing, but... she had to make up for all this... somehow.

All while trying to endure Robotnik using her body as his personal toy, she thought, her cheeks flushing as she could still feel his seed leaking out her ass as she ran to her quarters.

No matter how good this felt, she couldn't let herself be drawn in. He was using and abusing her for his own amusement, and she had to remember that. Just endure this for a little longer until Robotnik surely lost interest, and then with any luck he'd let her go.

Yet... why did that idea not make her feel any better?

The following weeks continued on as they had before, with the same status quo of her performing her duties for the Regime and Robotnik... while he had her use her breasts, mouth, and now ass to pleasure himself with.

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP

Case in point, she was currently bent over doggy style in the middle of his throne room and command center after he had personally roboticized some criminals, and in his own words he wanted to celebrate.

"I am the master... I AM THE MASTER!" He roared with lust as he spanked her ass... with his metallic hand.

SMACK

"AH!" Vanilla screamed in pain from the blow, but to her shame she also felt a jolt of pleasure. God, why did his harsh treatment of her have to feel so good?

And why did part of her through these past few weeks, no matter how rough or coldly he treated her or humiliated her... why did part of her enjoy it?

Though before she could muse on the answer to that question, Robotnik let out a grunt as he shot his seed inside her ass.

"TAKE YOUR MASTER'S SEED, WHORE!" He yelled out with a triumphant grin of pleasure.

"AHH! MASTER!!" Vanilla moaned loudly, feeling the hot seed fill her ass as she orgasmed (and not for the first time since this latest round of fucking began) before collapsing on the floor with a slight groan as Robotnik withdrew his cock with a grunt.

"Ah... ah... as always Vanilla, you are the perfect stress reliever AND toy to celebrate a good mood with~" Robotnik mused with a low laugh as Vanilla laid on the floor, cum leaking out of her ass.

"Ah... ah... I'm happy to serve... Lord Robotnik," She groaned, cheeks flushing from lingering shame. Because damn it... she meant that. She felt happy and content doing this, in a way that she never did with Spice.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She... it must just be all this sex it was messing with her head. Yes, that was it... that, and the fact she and Spice need to spend more time together as husband and wife to help get her mind off this and assuage her guilt (and her guilt for lately not feeling as guilty as she believed she should be). Yes... that sounded nice.

Though as she mused on this, Robotnik spoke up, fixing his pants and making himself presentable.

"But as fun as that was, I need you to clean yourself up and make yourself presentable," Robotnik ordered with a slight frown, "My daughter should be escorted to the throne room soon," He stated, before adding on with a grin, "I promised her some quality family time today~"

 And that was something that made this especially surreal for Vanilla. How could Robotnik be such a brutal dictator, and how could he treat her like a sex toy, and then turn around and be such a caring father to his daughter? Honestly, seeing the two interact was usually very sweet, which was shocking in contrast to how he acted with everyone else.

As Vanilla wiped herself off with a pack of wet wipes she'd taken to carrying when on duty and fixed her panties, she couldn't help but question how one person could act in such different ways. And, to her shame, she found that kind of depth oddly appealing - it showed that Robotnik had hidden depths and other sides to himself that others didn't even realize, and part of her couldn't help but find it intriguing.

After all, Spice certainly never showed such hidden depths, she couldn't help but think with a flash of shame as she adjusted her clothing just as the door open and a small form ran in.

"Dad!" Sari Sumdac, looking how the isekai soul in Robotnik's body would recognize from her canon self, with red hair and a yellow dress, ran up to her father's throne and jumped up to land on his lap and hug him.

"Are you done for the day so that we can hang out?" she asked, looking up to him with a smile.

"Hehe, yes, I believe I'm free now, sweetie~" Robotnik said aloud with a chuckle and slight smirk. He had to admit, whatever motivation he had for the move, he truly had come to care for Sari as his own in his own, admittedly twisted way.

"After al,l ruling the world will hardly keep me away from my daughter~" He said, kissing her forehead.

Sari giggled happily at that, before finally noticing Vanilla's presence.

"Oh, hi Miss Vanilla! How are you?" she asked cheerfully.

"I'm... fine, dear. Thank you for asking," Vanilla replied, while offering a smile to the young girl. Truthfully, she'd grown fond of Sari; she was such a sweet child and bright spark of light in this place.

And truthfully, seeing her around, interacting with her on the occasion, and even seeing Robotnik being a father to her, had been affecting her own desires for a child more and more as of late. After all, if someone like Robotnik could have this kind of joy in her life, why couldn't she and Spice, who were better people?

However, she quickly shoved that thought aside and said, "Well, I'll be on my way so that you two can have your fun."

"Actually..." However, she froze at Robotnik's voice, "I'd rather you join us~" The man said with amusement as he stared over at Vanilla, "Me and Sari had plans to play some games, and another player wouldn't hurt."

He admitted, before rolling his eyes with a mutter, "Better you than Scratch, Grounder, or Coconuts, those three are always such a headache on games nights," Amusing headaches sometimes, yes... but headaches all the same.

"Oh, uh... I wouldn't want to intrude on a family event," Vanilla replied nervously.

"Oh, you wouldn't be intruding. Would she, Sari?" Robotnik said, before glancing down at his lap, with Sari giving a blink before smiling over at Vanilla.

"It's cool with me, I think it'd be fun to have you join us, Miss Vanilla~" she said happily.

"...Well, if you insist," Vanilla said, unable to think of a way to say no without being rude (and possibly making Robotnik angry).

"So, what are we playing?" she asked.

"Oh! OH! How about robot fights!" Sari exclaimed with an eager smile, causing Vanilla to blink.

"Robot fights?" She repeated questionably toward the younger girl.

"Yeah, it's where Dad and I remote control some robot drones and make them fight each other," Sari explained with an eager grin.

"Oh, that does sound fun," Vanilla admitted. And it did; she wouldn't have thought that someone like Robotnik would do something that simple for entertainment, but it did sound like something she'd enjoy herself.

"It is!" Sari agreed with a wide eager smile as her dad patted her on the head.

"Hehe, indeed, and it sounds like the perfect choice in activity~" The warlord stated with an amused smirk, "So let's get to the arena and have some fun, girls~" Robotnik said, giving off a laugh.

"Yay!" Sari cheered, while Vanilla was unable to resist a smile at her enthusiasm.

"Lead the way, sir," she said. Actually finding herself looking a bit forward to this. It sounded fun, after all.

And as she found herself in another room of the base, overlooking a small battle arena while working a remote, she had to admit... it was fun~

WHAM

BAM

BOOM

As robots smacked, slashed, and opened fire on each other under the command of the three of them. And sitting there beside Robotnik and Sari as they smiled and laughed while controlling the bots, she had to admit she was enjoying herself~

She couldn't remember the last time she'd had fun like this. It was so simple, but so fulfilling. She could see why the father/daughter duo liked doing this! She thought as some of her bots managed to take out Robotnik's.

"Oooh, nice shot, Miss Vanilla!" Sari exclaimed with a laugh.

"Hehe, thank you, sweetie~" Vanilla said, sending the girl a motherly smile as Robotnik spoke up.

"Indeed, but the game isn't over just yet," He said as the bots made a counterattack, with the three lost in their fun and revelry, simply just enjoying themselves, and part of Vanilla couldn't help but wonder if this was what it would feel like when she spent bonding time with Spice and their future child.

But for some reason... that mental image didn't fill her with the same joy she was experiencing in this moment. Which was ridiculous, because this right here wasn't her family, she was just a guest. She would obviously feel better with her own family, wouldn't she?

And as she asked herself this, the game wound down to one bot each remaining on their sides, with the three giving determined looks before letting loose.

BOOM

Revealing the last bot standing belonged to... Vanilla.

"I won?" Vanilla questioned with a blink and slight nervous undertone, recalling who she was playing against.

"Yeah, you're pretty good at this, Miss Vanilla!" Sari said, sending her a smile, seeming to have no problem with the loss, "And have to admit, it was really fun having you play with Dad and me~" she added on, looking up at Vanilla.

"Indeed, a welcome addition to our fun," Robotnik said with a smirk, "Now, next I believe it's time for Sari and I's movie night," He said, standing up with a stretch, "You're free to join us for that as well Vanilla, if you wish~"

"Well... that does sound fun," Vanilla said, before looking to Sari, "If that's okay with you?"

"Sure!" Sari said happily.

And that was how she found herself in the personal family quarters of Robotnik and his daughter, sharing a couch and some popcorn as they watched an action movie... about Robotnik saving the world from war by conquering it and overthrowing the corrupt leaders of the past.

Obviously, it was pure propaganda. Even the Mobians who had arrived after his conquests knew that Robotnik's motives and methods had never been so generous, after all. But despite that, Vanilla found the movie was still very enjoyable.

Sari seemed to enjoy it, as she shouted out excitedly on certain parts particular the parts with the explosions.

But soon the movie came to an end, and Vanilla found herself giving a small fond smile as Sari leaned against her, asleep and out like a light.

"Quite the adorable thing, isn't she~" Robotnik said next to her with a smirk.

"Yes, she is," Vanilla replied honestly, looking down at the girl sleeping against her. As she did, she couldn't help but imagine it being a young rabbit Mobian instead, her heart aching in desire.

"But I suppose we should be getting her to bed," she found herself saying softly, and before she realized it she was gently picking up Sari while missing Robotnik's smirk as he guided her to Sari's room.

"Good night, my dear," he said, covering Sari with a blanket while kissing her forehead, before leaving the room with Vanilla.

"Excellent work today, my dear," he said, giving the woman a smile as he cupped her cheek, "I believe you've earned one more round of fun before you go back to your husband~"

Vanilla's face warmed up in response, as she was suddenly reminded of what her relationship with her employer actually was.

"Ah, well, if you're not too tired, sir," she stammered.

 "Hehe, oh my dear," Robotnik wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her ass, "I'm never too tired to enjoy my toy's sexy body~" He said with a leering smirk, before kissing her hard.

 "Mmmm," Vanilla moaned into the kiss, returning it in equal force. God, why did this have to feel so good? Every time she thought she'd managed to get her head on straight regarding her situation, he had to go and do this and bring her back under his sway.

Which is how she found herself in Robotnik quarters for the first time, naked and bound, with rope tying her arms behind her back and a ball gag in her mouth as Robotnik took her ass over and over again, with her helpless to do anything but take it~

With the rest of the night being a blur, and next thing she knew, she was walking back into her and Spice's quarters with a limp and dazed expression.

"Vanilla? Is everything alright?" Spice's voice calling out snapped her out of her daze. Looking around, she saw that she'd walked into the bedroom, where her husband was in the bed and looking at her in mild concern.

"Huh? Oh, yes dear. I'm just tired," she said quickly.

"His lordship working you hard today?" Spice asked dryly, not noticing how Vanilla blushed at the unintentional innuendo.

"Oh yes... he, ah, certainly gave me some overtime," Vanilla said with a slight cough.

She felt so dirty and ashamed, especially when talking with Spice, but there was also an odd thrill to it. Almost as if she enjoyed having this little secret that her husband was oblivious to.

But that was ridiculous. She loved Spice, and hated that she was doing this behind his back. She had no choice, that was all.

"I'd ask if you were getting a raise for it, but honestly doubt it knowing him," Spice muttered with a scowl, while Vanilla found herself giving a frown, almost annoyed at his attitude toward Robotnik for just a moment before shaking it off.

"I'm fine dear, not to worry," she said, hiding a slight wince, "And um... I actually wanted to discuss something with you," she said, her mind going back to Sari as well as her bond with her father with a feeling of longing, "I..." At Spice's curious look she blurted out her desire, "I want to have a baby!"

"W-what?" Spice stammered, "Where's this coming from, all of a sudden?"

"I've wanted us to start a family for a while, the time just didn't feel right," Vanilla admitted.

"Then why now?" Spice asked.

"...I've seen how the Doctor is with his daughter," she said softly, "I, I want that for us."

"Vanilla..." Spice sighed, looking at his wife sympathetically, "Putting aside how the Doctor is hardly the best example to follow," He said, rubbing at his face tiredly, "I'm not sure if we're ready to be parents... or if this is the best environment to bring a child into."

"I know it's not the best. Believe me, I think I know that better than you do," Vanilla muttered with a frown, trying to not feel annoyed at her husband's reaction, "But this is the way the world is. Are we supposed to just never have children at all?"

At that Spice looked away with a frown as Vanilla crawled into the bed to press her body against his own, "Please, Spice..." she said, kissing at his neck while lowering her hand down to his crotch, rubbing it, "For me?" she asked, staring up at him with desire.

"...I'll think about it," he muttered, clearly not interested in continuing the conversation further. With that, he turned onto his side, pulling himself away from Vanilla's hand, leaving her scowling at the back of his head.

A mixture of genuine hurt, frustration, and anger flashing across her expression. Was them having a child after all these years really such a big ask?

Needless to say, she went to sleep in a foul mood, to the point a part of her was actually looking forward to whatever Robotnik decided to do to her body tomorrow to take her mind off things.

Only the thing was, when the next day arrived... he didn't do anything! He just treated her like another subordinate, exactly as before he decided to add sexual relief to her duties. Vanilla thought maybe he was waiting until the end of the day to use her as stress relief from the day's work, but no, he just dismissed her when they were done.

She should have been grateful that he was finally done using her like he'd been, but instead she found herself oddly disappointed. So much so that instead of leaving when given the chance, she found herself pausing at the door.

"Uh, sir? Is everything alright?" she asked, before she could think about it.

"Hmm, oh yes, just fine," he said distractedly, while facing the monitors with some bot designs on them, "Actually been quite a good day, and I'm in the mood to pull back my sleeves and get some work done."

Robotnik told her, not turning to look at her. As such, Vanilla missed the slight smirk that crossed his face.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He'd gotten her addicted to fucking him, whether she consciously accepted it or not, and now she was disappointed that he wasn't.

Oh, this was going to be fun~

"Ah, well, that's good," Vanilla said, confused by his attitude, "I just meant... well, aren't you going to, you know... fuck me today?"

"Hmm... no, no, you're free to go. I've got other work to attend to," Robotnik said, by appearance distractedly waving her off, "Besides, I'm sure your husband's missing you," he said with a slight hint of amusement, "I believe your anniversary is coming up soon, isn't it?"

"Er, yes, it is," Vanilla said, deeply confused by how dismissive he was being. Though she did appreciate the reminder about her anniversary, thinking about how she'd have to make plans for what she and Spice could do to celebrate.

Oddly, she found little joy from that thought, she realized.

"Anyways, you're dismissed, I have work to do," Robotnik's voice sounded out as Vanilla, with a slight frown and confusing conflicting emotions, left the room.

Why was she feeling disappointed? She should be glad that he'd finally gotten bored with her, so her life could go back to normal. Instead, she actually found herself growing annoyed and angry at him for just dismissing her like this.

What, was she some kind of cheap whore he sent on her way when he was done with her?!

 At that, she paused for a moment before taking a deep breath to calm herself. She just needed to calm down and relax... remember this was a good thing... now she could potentially get her life back to normal, and no longer have to worry about any guilt for cheating on Spice or the like.

Besides, she should have a talk with him about their upcoming anniversary. And not to mention, just because Robotnik sent her away today doesn't mean he'll do so again... right?

 Trying to ignore how hopeful that thought sounded in her head, Vanilla headed back to her quarters. On the way there, she tried to focus on her relationship with Spice, on how he was the one she loved, and should be the only one she wanted to sleep with. Even if he was being a bit of a jerk right now...

Hmm, maybe she should do something to make the bedroom more interesting for her husband? Let the matter of children drop for now and just focus on the sex?

 And so with a thoughtful hum and determined glint in her eyes, she sought to do just that... only to receive lackluster results over the next couple of weeks.

 No matter how amorous she acted towards Spice, he either didn't seem to get what she was trying to do, or wasn't interested. Hell, one night, he walked into the room to find her waiting with sexy lingerie, and the next it was to find her completely naked, and both times while he stared and blushed, he refused to fall for her advances.

"I know what you're trying to do," he'd eventually said, "And I'm sorry, but the answer is no. I refuse to bring a child into a world as fucked up as this one is."

Needless to say, that comment had sparked a argument.

"So, we're just never going to have children then?!" She remembered yelling at Spice, "Plenty of other Mobians a lot worse off than us still have families, but we can't?!"

"Well, that's their choice, but that doesn't mean we have to copy their mistake!" Spice snapped back at her, "For God's sake Vanilla, do you really want to raise a child in this hellhole, where that maniac could decide to roboticize them at any time?!"

SMACK

That particular comment had caused Vanilla to lash out with a sharp slap, feeling a surprising amount of rage at that statement before yelling at Spice to get out of their quarters... things had been tense between since, to say the least.

And the cherry on top of that was the fact that Robotnik was still ignoring her! Hell, half the time he barely acknowledged her presence, much less fucked her! He wouldn't even kiss her or cop a feel!

And why the fuck was she disappointed with that?!

She should be relieved, thrilled even! Instead she was angry and hurt! Hell, she'd even tried to subtly tempt him to do something (such as bending down and shaking her ass toward him while picking up something she dropped or such), just to see if he would, but nothing!

Arrrg, what was wrong with her?! Her marriage was falling apart, and all she could think about was trying to fuck her employer, who had been forcing her into sex for weeks!

Something had to give, or she was going to go insane!

Which led her to today... her and Spice's anniversary, and she was determined to make it the most romantic one of their lives, convince him they could have a child, and put what happened between her and Robotnik behind her so she could move on with her life!

She'd gotten the day off (surprisingly easy, actually), and had spent the entirety of it setting up for the most romantic evening she could. She'd cooked Spice's favorite meal (since he wasn't the only cook in the family), and had it all prepared on the table in time for him to arrive home. She'd also had their wedding album playing, with flowers all set up and candles lit on every available surface.

It was perfect. And now, she just needed to wait for him to get home.

"This is going to go perfect Vanilla..." She said determined to herself as she gazed into a mirror hung on the wall, "You're going to have a romantic anniversary with your husband, remind him and yourself how special what you have is, and then we're going to have a great time in bed that will hopefully lead to us having a child."

She said, taking a deep breath, "And absolutely nothing can go wrong," She stated with a slight worried scowl as she adjusted her dress.

 WHAM

And then the door was kicked open, causing Vanilla to jump. Looking to the door, she saw Spice standing there, with a scowl on his face... and his body covered in what looked like paint and glitter.

"What happened to you?" she asked incredulously.

"Robotnik's brat planted a paint and glitter bomb in one of the pantries," he growled as he shut the door behind him.

 "Ah... hehe~" Vanilla said, nodding in understanding, and as her shock faded she found herself giving off a slight giggle and amused smile, prompting Spice to glare at her incredulously.

"How is this funny?!" he exclaimed, gesturing to himself in disbelief.

"Hehe, I'm sorry dear, but you do look ridiculous," Vanilla stated with a slight cough, "And really, it's just a harmless prank and Sari expressing herself a bit, no real harm done," she added with a shrug.

"Well, I'm glad you find me getting humiliated in front of the whole kitchen staff amusing," Spice grumbled angrily, "I know that brat certainly laughed it up when she saw her handiwork. Someone should give her a good paddling."

"Now dear, calm down, Sari didn't mean any real harm I'm sure," Vanilla told him with a sigh, believing that Spice was overreacting and also felt a flash of protective annoyance toward the way he was talking about Sari, "She's really a sweet child once you get to know her."

She added with a faint grin, remembering the time she has spent with her, "And it can't be easy for her growing up as the child and heir of Earth's ruler."

She added, stepping up to him as he shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you're actually defending that spoiled brat!" He snapped with a slight glare to Vanilla, who flinched slightly but sighed.

"It was one prank Spice, hardly something to let spoil your entire day," she said with slight annoyance.

"Oh, the prank and that maniac brat were just the start!" he snapped, walking deeper into their home/quarters on the base, "Because it seemed like every one of those monsters in that family beside Robotnik himself were out to make my life a nightmare!"

"First I ran into his nephews, and they seemed determined to one-up their cousin by pelting me with water balloons full of even more paint," he grumbled, "Then I ran into the brother who thinks he's some kind of philosopher, who decided to bore me to tears with all his pretentious babble. And then I ran into his parents, and... well, you know how they are."

Vanilla shuddered at that, knowing that no words really needed to be said on that front. To be fair, Robotnik Sr. wasn't that bad despite how grouchy he could be, or critical of the youth today calling them lazy. His wife on the other hand... yes, the less said there, the better.

"So, you've had a stressful day," she admitted with a sigh, acknowledging this, "But you're home now, so after you get cleaned up, we can relax and enjoy our anniversary."

She said while gesturing to all her hard work on the table and the surrounding candles. Causing Spice to blink.

"Our anniversary?" he repeated in clear surprise.

"...You forgot, didn't you?" Vanilla asked, a smile staying on her face through sheer force of will, even as her eye twitched slightly.

"In my defense, I've been very busy!" he said quickly.

"Yes, I know our duties are important, but still Spice-" Vanilla began to say, before being cut off by her husband.

"It's not just that!" he stated while looking around paranoid for a moment, before saying something that caused Vanilla to freeze, "I've been working on making contact with a rebel cell."

He stated, his voice lowered to a hush whisper, "You... what?" Vanilla stated flatly back in disbelief, wondering if she had heard right.

"There's rumors of a cell operating here in the palace," Spice said, "I've been trying to figure out who's in it so I can reach out to them and join up!"

There was a moment of stunned silence as Vanilla stared at Spice in disbelief, before she finally found her voice again.

"Are you insane?! You want to commit high treason? Why don't you just walk straight into the roboticizer while you're at it?!" Vanilla exclaimed, looking at her husband in disbelief. Had he lost his mind?!

"Well, what am I supposed to do? Just sit around here and let that fat bastard continue to treat us all like slaves?" Spice snarled back at her.

"We are hardly slaves, Spice!" Vanilla snapped back, glaring at him angry for both his comment about Robotnik and the fact he's apparently crazy enough to try to rebel, "We have a good life here, and it's thanks to Robotnik we even have homes at all after the Great Evacuation."

 "Yeah, that's great, if you ignore the fact that he's got his blasted robots constantly watching everyone, looking for any excuse to drag them off to be roboticized!" Spice snapped.

"Well, if people would just obey the laws, that wouldn't be a problem!" Vanilla huffed.

"Do you hear yourself?" Spice exclaimed, "And you're asking if I'm the insane one?"

"Because you're talking about joining a rebellion! A rebellion that I know myself outside of small victories here or there is steadily losing!" Vanilla snapped with a glower, "Not to mention, life under the Doctor is hardly as bad as you're making it out to be."

She added, crossing her arms at his incredulously look, "After all, he's united a once divided planet, advanced technology by leaps and miles, given us as well as many others homes and work, not to mention has treated me well."

Very well, she couldn't help but think as her mind flashed back to all the ways he'd fucked her. However, she refused to let herself blush or lose focus from that, and kept her attention on Spice, who snorted dismissively.

"You say that like he did it out of generosity," he said, "The man's a power-hungry maniac, he just did all of that so everyone would obey him!"

"Enough!" Vanilla at that shot him a glare, barely restraining herself from slapping him, "I will not have you talking like that about Robotnik, and I will most certainly not have you joining a rebellious."

She took a deep breath to calm down, "So please go clean yourself up so we can try to enjoy our anniversary," She added, wanting to end this nonsense while offering him an olive branch.

Unfortunately, Spice just glared at her.

"Sorry, I don't have much of an appetite," he spat, before stomping off towards the bathroom, leaving Vanilla standing there, feeling her heart breaking.

 And so she found herself locking herself in her room while breaking down in tears. And as she pressed her face against a pillow, she noticed out of the corner of her eye her and Spice's wedding photo she managed to save during the Great Evacuation, and as she looked back at her life, she asked herself how it ever came to this?

 They'd been so happy together. Even after everything that had led to them ending up here on Earth, they'd still seemed like they could make it through anything and come out on top. But now... what was she supposed to do now?

And at that question, she found her mind going to one man and everything he did to her.

This was wrong on multiple levels, she knew. But she found that she didn't care anymore. Robotnik made her feel good, and right now she needed that more than anything.

So without a word, she sat up and began take off her dress and prepare herself.

(Robotnik's quarters)

While Robotnik himself, currently dressed in red silk pajamas, was relaxing in his gigantic bed while watching the huge TV on the wall.

"...And in lighter news, the new Maria Robotnik Memorial Hospital is all set to open on schedule," Decoe was announcing, "Regime officials declare that this state of the art facility will rapidly advance standards of living for all Robotropolis citizens."

 "Ah Maria..." Robotnik mused aloud with a slight frown, thinking of that particular branch of his family tree and his grandfather... there was a reason his family took great glee in dismantling GUN and hunting down any members of it.

Before shaking his head, "Hopefully this will ease the public minds and give any rebel traitor groups less recruits," He added with a mutter, because as much fun as it was being evil for the sake of evil and making people miserable, he did know and suppose he had to make his citizens at least some level of happy and comfortable. He'd rather not repeat a certain Disney lion's mistakes after all, nor share the same kinda grim end.

Though as he thought this, a communication device went off, causing him to arch a brow and press a button on his remote.

"Yes, what is it? You'd best have a good reason for disturbing me," He said as the image on the screen changed to that of... Vanilla wearing a bathrobe standing between two Swatbots looking up into a camera.

"Vanilla Rabbit requests an audience. She says it's urgent, Lord Robotnik," stated one of the bots, causing Robotnik to grin.

"Well, send her in. I'm sure Vanilla wouldn't disturb her master without a good reason~" He mused with a laugh as he pressed a button, allowing the elevator that would take her to the living quarters of the palace to open before them.

It seemed all his patience was finally paying off, and on her and Spice's anniversary no less~

 A few minutes later, the door to his room opened and Vanilla walked in, fidgeting slightly and clutching the sides of her robe.

"Um, good evening, sir. I hope I'm not bothering you," she said nervously.

 "Not at all, my dear," Robotnik said, getting up from the bed and approaching her, "But I must ask what brings you at this hour? And on your wedding anniversary, no less!" he asked, sending her his best look of concerned confusion.

 "I... things aren't good with Spice right now," she admitted, "Honestly, I don't think they have been for a while."

"Oh, what is wrong, my dear?" Robotnik asked, stepping up to cup her cheek with his flesh and blood hand, "You can tell your master anything~" He said with a smirk, and as Vanilla found herself leaning into his touch with a flush, she started to tell him everything. She found every last detail, all her desperation and frustrations, come spilling out. She talked so fast that she could barely keep herself coherent, and it was only when she ran out of breath that she finally stopped, panting.

All the while, Robotnik listened to her patiently, waiting for her to finish before he spoke.

 "My, my, it sounds like Spice has been quite neglectful to your needs," he said, staring Vanilla in the eyes, "And ignoring your desire for a child when Robotropolis is the perfect place to raise one? Shameful."

He said, shaking his head, processing everything he learned as Vanilla had indeed told him everything... everything except what Spice had told her earlier of his plans for treason.

 That had almost come out near the end, but she'd ultimately bit her tongue on that. As pissed as Vanilla was at Spice, and even in light of what she was preparing to do, a part of her still loved her husband, and didn't want to see him dragged off to face punishment. Besides, maybe she could still talk some sense into him on that?

In any case, Vanilla shoved all that aside to focus on the situation at hand.

"Yes... and that's why I'm here," she said, looking up at Robotnik longingly, hoping he would understand what she meant.

However, Robotnik decided to tease and play dumb, "This is all so very much unfortunate... but I fail to see why you're coming to me," he said, rubbing his chin, "After all, I'm hardly a marriage counselor."

He said, shooting her an amused smirk.

Vanilla bit the inside of her cheek to avoid screaming in frustration. Dammit, why did he have to be like this?

"No sir, that's not what I mean," she said, taking a bracing breath before blurting out, "I want you to fuck me!"

And at that, she pulled open her bathrobe, revealing the lingerie she was wearing, a black bra and panties with a purple see-through veil hanging from the bra, causing him to smirk.

"Oh? But I thought you didn't enjoy being used as my sex toy~" he asked with amusement as he looked into her eyes, "And are you really willing to cheat on your husband of your own free will, on your anniversary no less~"

Vanilla blushed as her hypocrisy was called out, looking away in shame.

"I... wouldn't say I didn't enjoy the sex, I just didn't like not having a choice in it," she muttered, "And considering how he treated me today, it just feels like the best way to get even with him."

"Heheh, that is true~" Robotnik mused thoughtfully, before giving her a smirk, "Tell you what, your generous ruler will grant your request~" he said, with Vanilla looking elated at the news, before his next words cut her off before she could say anything, "On two conditions."

Robotnik said, raising his metal hand and holding up two fingers, "Conditions?" Vanilla questioned in slight disbelief as he laughed.

"Yes, the first is, if I'm going to fuck you... I'm going to fuck the only hole I haven't touched yet~" he said, stepping forward and grabbing her cunt with his flesh and blood right hand through her panties, causing her to go stiff but at the same time let out a moan.

"Ahhh, sir..." she said, her face flushed.

"And the second..." he smirked, "Which I believe is the perfect way to punish that fool and grant your desire~" Robotnik added, leering at her confused face before her eyes widened at his next words, "You will bear my child~"

"Ah... ah... your child?" Vanilla stammered in shock. She wanted to get fucked by him to get payback on Spice for his behavior, and she did want a child... but it hadn't occurred to her that the two ideas could end up connected.

After all, she still loved her husband and wanted his child... didn't she?

"Yes, my child~" Robotnik said, obviously amused at her reaction, "Though of course you can claim it is your husband's child, and as far as he and everybody else will know, that will be the truth," he said, rubbing at her cunt with a smirk, causing her to let out a moan, "You just need to make sure he believes it's his, is all~"

He explained, before giving her a teasing smirk, "Unless you'd rather be honest and tell him how you came crawling to me to give you what he wouldn't~"

"I, uh, ah..." Vanilla moaned, not just from his touch on her pussy, but oddly from the image he was describing. For some reason, the thought of cucking Spice so thoroughly, of carrying another man's child and keeping him oblivious to it, was thrilling.

"I think, ah, I'd like to keep it, ah, secret~" she moaned.

"Hehe, as you wish~" Robotnik said, giving her a short sweet kiss on the mouth that she moaned into for a moment before it broke, "Now, get on the bed and tell your master just exactly what it is you want~"

He ordered with a laugh.

Vanilla did as she was told, walking over to sit on the bed, spreading her legs wide with a sultry smile.

"Please, master. Fuck me hard, fill me up with your seed, make me pregnant with your bastards!" she said, before grabbing and kneading her breasts with a wanton moan, "Give it to me like my own husband refuses to! Fuck me so hard all of Robotropolis can hear my screams as you knock this cheating bunny up!"

She called out, her tone filled with heated desire, and Vanilla not even sure where this was coming from... had she been that pent up and frustrated from the lack of sex lately?

Robotnik laughed in glee at her words as he approached, loosening and dropping the bottom of his pajamas as he did so.

"Gladly~" He said, his hard cock at the ready as he pushed Vanilla down, squeezing her tits and kissing her hard. And then, as she started to moan from this, he suddenly rammed forward, plunging his cock into her pussy.

"AAAAAHHHH!!!" Vanilla screamed in delight as he entered her. God, he was so much bigger than Spice, she felt so filled up!

Admittedly, she knew that from all the times he used her mouth and ass, but having him inside her pussy, the hole that Spice usually used when they were making love... it really hammered in how much bigger Robotnik was, she thought with a loud moan as he started to fuck her like an animal.

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP

"AH, AH, AH, MASTER!" she screamed, loving every second of this.

"You like that... YOU LIKE HAVING A REAL MAN'S COCK IN YOUR BUNNY HOLE!" Robotnik roared with a lust-filled roar.

"YES! OH GOD, YES!" Vanilla moaned back in a powerful scream, already shooting off her first orgasm as her juices squirted out, and they were only just getting started.

"YOU'RE A REAL MAN! BETTER THAN THAT USELESS CUCK COULD EVER HOPE TO BE!" she screamed, immediately thrusting against him in hopes of another orgasm. Not even processing what she was saying, only desiring more pleasure, with Robotnik letting out a grunt before laughing; it seemed that Vanilla was almost completely his~

And once she was... hehe, then they only needed to decide what to do with her, and see how far she'd go to be his, he thought, latching his hand onto her breasts after ripping the bra out of the way and started to hit them as he rammed her cavern.

SMACK

SMACK

"AH! AH!" Vanilla yelled in pure ecstasy, "AH! Master! Please keep doing that!"

"Hehahahah~" And Robotnik doing just that, hitting her tits over and over again as he rammed her as she moaned in glee. Somehow, the sex felt even better than before! Was it because he was using her cunt? Was it because she came to him willing this time? Or was it because of the consequences that would come from it this time?

He didn't know, and he didn't care, he thought as he finally came with a groan, shooting his seed deep into Vanilla's womb.

"AAAAHHHH!!!" And the sensation was enough to make Vanilla cum again as well.

"Urrg, so good~" he groaned but shot her a smirk, "But hope you don't think we're done. Because I'm going to enjoy this all night long~"

"Ah, ah, ah, as much as, ah, ah, you want, ah, master," Vanilla panted happily.

 Too lost in the pleasure to even think about refusing, with her husband barely even a thought right now, all she knew was she wanted more.

And that's precisely what she got!

SMACK

"AHH MASTER!" Vanilla moaned as Robotnik spanked her ass and took her doggy style on the bed, facing the TV screen, which was displaying security footage of some of the previous times she'd pleasured him or been fucked in the ass by him; apparently he'd been recording a few of them.

 "Look at this... LOOK AT THAT ANIMAL WHORE!" he roared, roughly grabbing Vanilla by her ears and jerking her head up to look at the screen, "She loves my cock... hehe, in fact, I bet all you Mobian bitches are sluts for human cock!" He crowed with a laugh, throwing in some race play as he pounded away at her pussy.

 "Ooh, yes master~" Vanilla moaned, "We're all whores for fat human cocks! We came all the way across the universe just so that you'd fuck our worthless brains out!"

 And honestly, that might even be true, because it seemed like the majority of the cross-species couples that had formed between humans and Mobians since the latter arrived on Earth usually had the Mobian partner be female. Perhaps they all realized what she was learning, no Mobian boy could compare to a human man's thick hard cock!

SMACK

"Ah, master!" Vanilla let out another loud moan as she felt her ass getting hit hard by his metal hand, so cold, hard, and rough, yet so fucking good.

"Urg, should have just made you slaves instead of equal citizens when you showed up!" Robotnik grunted with a wide grin, "That way, everybody could have their own Mobian slut to fuck! And I could have made you my personal slave years ago!"

 "Ah, yes master! I wish you had!" Vanilla yelled, and realized with a shock that she actually meant that. After all, if he'd taken her back then, she'd have been able to experience this all the time, instead of Spice's shriveled dick! Fuck, if this had happened sooner, she'd probably have children already!

 And just the image of her rubbing her stomach, bloated with a child, sitting naked with nothing but a chained collar as she laid against Robotnik's throne as he sneered down at her, ordering her to service him... it proved too much.

"MASTER!" She squealed out again, spraying her juices everywhere as Robotnik let out a grunt and once again filled her womb with his life-giving seed.

 "I LOVE YOU!" she screamed without thinking as she came.

 Prompting Robotnik to laugh at this, an unseen dark sneer at how she was falling, but he'd see how far she'd fall and go later... now it was time to fuck this slut!

Scene changed to that of Vanilla bouncing off his cock cowgirl style as he laid back on the bed, watching her and her huge tits bounce with glee while she moaned like a whore.

 Scene change to Vanilla now on her back on the bed with her legs bent up to her ears in a mating press as Robotnik fucked her ass.

Scene change to Vanilla on all fours on the floor as Robotnik fucked her doggy style.

 Scene change to that of Robotnik holding her head by both hands as he fucked her mouth like a piece of meat as she fingered her pussy and squeezed her tit, moans muffled by his cock.

Scene of Vanilla laying back as Robotnik loomed over her while she pressed and massage his cock as he fucked the valley of her breasts

Scene of Vanilla, arms and legs wrapped around Robotnik's neck and waist, pressed against the wall and making out heatedly as he fucked her against the wall.

 On and on it went, for hours, until finally Vanilla passed out from sheer exhaustion. Once she had, Robotnik scooped her up and settled her into his bed, settling down to curl up with her.

 "An excellent performance, my dear~" Robotnik praised with a wide smirk, kissing the rabbit's forehead, "Honestly, I'm not sure why your husband is ignoring such an eager nymphomaniac bunny~" he added with a chuckle.

 The unconscious Vanilla merely moaned in response, rolling over to instinctively hold him closer.

 This caused Robotnik to let out a pleased little laugh it seemed he had worn out his little toy~ Hehe, no matter, they could always discuss things and have some more fun in the morning. For now... it was time to get some rest, he thought as he held her close while closing his eyes, having to admit it felt easier and more comfortable sleeping with her by his side than it did alone, before letting sleep take them.

(Next morning)

"Hmm... ahhh," Vanilla's eyes slowly opened as she gave a yawn and slight stretch, before pausing as she took stock in her surroundings, and the form that was slumbering next to her as the memories of last night hit her full force.

 "Oh my..." she murmured, face glowing as she processed the fact that she'd just spent the whole night voluntarily cheating on her husband, in exotic ways that she'd never dreamed of doing with Spice.

She should feel guilty and awful... but she didn't, she realized. If anything, aside from being a little sore, she'd never felt better in her life!

 Last night felt fantastic! Not only in the greatest pleasure-filled sex of her life, but also in the sheer passion and freedom she found in making love to Robotnik willingly.

And she did mean making love, because oh my... the passion and desire they shared with each other... and what she felt... it couldn't be described as anything else or less~

She flushed with a warm smile as another realization hit her, and her hand lowered to her womb area, rubbing it... because after last night she might soon have the thing she'd desired for years... a child of her own~

 She could just see it, her holding a little baby that looked like her, while the father looked on lovingly. But while for so long she'd pictured Spice in that role, now she only saw Robotnik there, looming over her and looking in adoration down at his child in her arms.

It was beautiful, and she wanted to make it a reality.

 And at that thought, the man in question woke up with a slight yawn, "Ahhumm... morning Vanilla," Robotnik said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes a bit while finding himself by a strange instinct giving her cheek a kiss, causing the rabbit to smile and let out a giggle.

"Good morning, master. Sleep well?" she asked, leaning over, not even bothering to hide her naked body as she laid and leaned herself against his own naked body, prompting him to smirk.

"Oh yes, nothing helps you sleep better than a day of ruling the world followed by a night of mind-blowing sex, it seems~" Robotnik said with a laugh. Vanilla laughed along, before frowning as a thought came to her.

"I should probably get going. And coming up with an excuse for Spice for where I've been," she said, before adding in an annoyed mutter, "Assuming he's even noticed that I'm gone..."

Missing Robotnik's smirk as he picked up her tone, before putting on his best sympathetic look, "Yes, I suppose you should, wouldn't want him getting suspicious after all~" he said with a hint of amusement as he kissed at her neck, "But you can tell him that you decided to do some overtime last night to clear your head."

He reasoned while reaching over to grab and squeeze her breast, "And if it helps, just think of the groveling he'll be doing to make up for spoiling your anniversary~" he stated, before adding with a laugh, "Or the honor you likely now have ahead of you in raising my bastard~"

Vanilla blushed at that thought, leaning into his touch.

"Hmm, yes, that sounds right," she moaned in delight, not wanting to leave but knowing that she had to.

"Hehe, and don't worry, I'm sure things will work out~" Robotnik said with an amused grin, "And you'll have the best of both worlds - a loyal husband, the child you always wanted, and now your master to satisfy your sexual desires~"

He said with a laugh, leaning in to lick her left nipple.

"Ah, master~" Vanilla moaned, "That feels so good... if you keep doing this, I might not leave at all~"

"Hehe, and I'm tempted to keep you~ But I'm sure you want to be getting back to your husband~" Robotnik said, pulling away with a slight smirk.

"I suppose so," Vanilla grumbled, finding herself not exactly pleased with the notion. But, she knew she couldn't put it off any further, so she reluctantly pulled away from Robotnik and got out of the bed, looking for where she'd left her clothes.

All while under the watchful eye of Robotnik's wicked gleam, believing that it was just a little bit more of a waiting game and then she was his and his alone~

(Later)

Vanilla sighed as she walked into her and Spice's home and quarters with a slight limp, actually wondering how she'd handle things when she saw him after their argument last night... and after what she experienced last night with the Doctor.

Blushing at the memories, Vanilla shook her head to clear it and focus on the current situation. She looked around, expecting Spice to waiting for her, either angry at her for being gone all night, or apologetic for having driven her off.

Instead, all she found was a note on the table, which read "Left for work early. We'll talk tonight."

 Needless to say, she found herself scowling despite a hint of relief of not having to deal with him.

"Honestly, he couldn't have at least said he was sorry for ruining our anniversary," she muttered in a low growl.

 Angry and disgusted, she stomped into her bathroom to shower, before heading into the bedroom to change clothes. Afterwards, still feeling disgruntled, she sat on her bed, pondering what to do next.

She really didn't know how to handle this whole situation, and it left her confused on what she was supposed to even consider doing. For years, she'd been nothing but a loyal loving wife to Spice, and even before, despite her own parents encouraging things along to say the least, she'd convinced herself he was the one that she loved.

And she did care for him... didn't she? But last night... hell, the past couple of months had made her doubt that. Because as much as she was trying to deny it or tell herself it was all just sexual pleasure and a way to punish Spice... she was starting to think she really had feelings for Dr. Julian Ivo Robotnik Jr.

Hell the fact that she agreed to bear his child and convince Spice it was his should say everything!

 "Oh God, how did it come to this?" she moaned, burying her face in her hands and rubbing at her tired eyes. What had happened to her simple, uncomplicated life?

And honestly, did she even care that things had changed?

 And that was the kicker of it, she didn't, did she? Any guilt she had for her actions last night and before was gone, and all she felt was a strange powerful thrill. Honestly, she only felt a little bit guilty for not feeling guilty.

Urg! Maybe she needed to get some rest... or perhaps get advice? She hadn't exactly hung out with any of her friends from Mobius in a long while, and admittedly she could have done more to make more friends with natives to Earth... but still, she'd appreciate a second opinion. Then again, who the hell could she go to for advice for something like this?

At that, she let out another sigh she laid back on her bed, staring silently up at the ceiling with a frown, "I wonder what Rouge is up to these days..." she muttered with a hard frown.

 The bat Mobian had been her best friend back during her more carefree teen years, the two of them raising all kinds of hell together. But then they'd drifted apart as they'd moved into adulthood and Vanilla had started to settle down, while Rouge most certainly hadn't, going from mere delinquency to outright criminal actions. Eventually, they'd just stopped talking to each other.

Vanilla knew from having checked the public records that Rouge had made it to Earth, but she hadn't spoken to her old friend since then. Which was a shame, because she might actually be the only one who Vanilla could talk to about this without feeling like she was being judged for it.

 Which was honestly what Vanilla needed at the moment.... only problem was, she wasn't sure how to find or contact her old friend for advice.

Sigh... times like this made her wonder what her parents would have to say if they had survived the Great Evacuation. They had always loved and supported her, even during her wild days, but they'd also known how to put their foot down when needed and guide her on the right path. What would they say about this situation? Would they support her decision, or tell her how foolish she was being?

She didn't know, and that was just further tearing her up.

 Which is how Vanilla found herself not only crying into her pillow, but spending the day as an emotional wreck looking back at her life with Spice... and all interactions with Julian... Robotnik, since entering his service while feeling emotionally torn.

 Because she still looked fondly on what she and Spice once had, but that seemed to have just faded over time without her realizing it. By comparison, what she had now with Robotnik... it was wonderful, and she didn't know if she could ever let go of it.

People might say it was just sex, but it was more than that, the passion and desire she felt had to be a sign of something stronger... and the time she spent with him and Sari as well.

She'd seen a softer, more caring side to him that she couldn't have even imagined existed. It was so touching to see how he acted around his daughter, and the fact that they'd included Vanilla in their activities had made her feel like she belonged, in a way that she couldn't say that she ever had before.

Honestly, the more she thought about it, the harder it was to think of reasons to want to stay with Spice. Robotnik gave her not just more pleasure in the bedroom, but flat out more attention than Spice had in a long time, he'd understood her desire for a child and was willing to give her one.

True she knew how cruel and cold Robotnik could be even to her, but somehow where she once only felt fear, there was now attraction. Spice loved her, but what did it say when she was finding a life of being just a slave and toy to a tyrant more desirable than a life with a husband who she knew loved her?

This was the question that haunted her, up to said husband finally returning.

 It was later than he'd normally come home from work, and he seemed more excited than usual. Both of which made Vanilla nervous, but she pushed that aside to focus on the conversation that she knew needed to happen.

"Spice, we need to-" she started to say, only for Spice to grab her shoulders with an eager smile.

"Vanilla! I did it! I made contact with the rebels!" he said, beaming with joy.

"...What?" she asked flatly in return.

He couldn't be serious right? After their argument last night, he still went through with this idiotic suicidal plan?!

Her husband not noticing her tone or mood simply nodded with a smile, "It took some work, but the cell that's managed to infiltrate the palace apparently noticed I was less than happy with my working conditions and sent a contact."

Spice explained hurriedly with a grin, "We might have a chance to make a real difference here, Vanilla!" he exclaimed, stepping up and pulling his wife into a tight hug before she could say anything, "Just imagine it, a life free of that fat bastard!"

He exclaimed in a joyous laugh, "Hehe, I can't tell you how often I've wanted to spit in his food or better yet pour rat poison over it, but couldn't because of the eyes on the kitchen," he admitted, not noticing Vanilla's expression over his shoulder at his words as he held his wife close, "But now we might actually have a chance to do it!"

Vanilla grit her teeth, refusing to let her anger get the best of her at hearing Spice talk about Robotnik like that, no matter how much she wanted to punch his teeth in at the moment.

Because, seriously? Never mind the insults, was he really this stupid? Did he really think he'd be able to pull off something like this without getting caught? This was suicide!

And even if by some horrible miracle he managed to pull it off, then what?! Hasn't that fool even thought of the chaos that would happen, potentially worldwide if Robotnik were to suddenly die?! Sari was still a child, she couldn't rule yet! His family members would probably start fighting each other for control, while every other wannabe rebel out there would rise up to try and claim independence! It would be pandemonium! How could anyone think that this was a good idea?!

However, before Vanilla could express her opinions, Spice suddenly leaned in and joyfully kissed her. Which... frankly, she didn't feel anything from. No spark, no passion, nothing.

 If anything, she felt annoyed and disgusted at him, the man that was suppose to be her husband, kissing her.

Though before she could ponder this more, the kiss broke and Spice pulled away, smiling at her.

"We should celebrate!" He said, smiling wide, "I know that our anniversary didn't go so well yesterday, but I want to make it up to you."

Spice said, gently taking her hands in his, "And I know just how we can do it," He said with an excited smile, "The rebels might have a plan to take Robotnik out for good, which means we CAN bring a child into a better world! One without that fat bastard of a tyrant!"

 Vanilla felt her eye twitch at that. Never mind the fact that he was insulting the actual father of her future child, but NOW he wanted to have children? Not when they had a steady and good lifestyle going, but when he was about to commit an act of treason that would get him killed and/or start a global war? What the fuck was wrong with him?!

 But before she could say anything, Spice pulled her into a deeper kiss and onto the top of the bed, apparently suddenly quite eager at the idea of having a child.

 And despite everything, Vanilla felt a small part of her flicker to life at this. Even in light of all that had happened, it still wanted to make her marriage work and have a family with the man she'd married. So, against her better judgement, she allowed things to play out and make love to Spice again for the first time in too long.

...Needless to say, she ended up very disappointed. He didn't even last a half-hour before he ran out of stamina, and he failed to make her cum once that whole time.

 So, as she stared up at the ceiling with a small unsatisfied scowl, Spice out like a light snoring next to her, she had to ask herself... was she really happy? Was this the life she wanted to have? Was Spice the man she wanted to spend it with?

And as much as it made her a horrible person, she realized the answer to all those questions was a resounding NO! And... she knew what she wanted... who she wanted... so with that realization, she made her choice as she got up out of the bed, careful not to wake Spice before hurriedly getting dressed and leaving.

After all, she had a rebellion plot and a traitor to report.

Before long, she had made her way to Robotnik's command room, head bowed as she finished telling him everything that she knew about Spice's idiotic little plan.

"A rebel cell? In my own home!" Robotnik said with a low growl of hate as he looked over at the bowing Vanilla from his throne, "No, no, that won't do... not at all," he said with a slight snarl, wondering how the hell they could have allowed to let this happen under his nose?!

It seems some security leaks needed to be plugged, with security upgraded and overhauled.

"Regardless... this could be an opportunity to eliminate a threat and an entire cell of traitors in one fell swoop~" he mused out loud, rubbing his chin, "And you have done splendid in reporting this to me, Vanilla," He added with praise while sending her a smirk, "Rest assured, you will be rewarded~ And it pleases me to see that your marriage and love for your husband hasn't blinded you to your loyalties to me and my Regime."

"Of course, sir. Unlike my husband, I'm not delusional enough to think that a plan like this is a good thing," Vanilla replied, still keeping her head down, "I'm just sorry that I was weak-willed enough to not tell you about this right away."

"Oh there is nothing to apologize for, Vanilla," Robotnik said with an amused smirk as he got off the throne and approached her, "You have proven your loyalty, and it will be remembered."

He stated as he stopped and loomed over her bowing form, "And considering your fool of a husband will soon unwittingly aid me in eliminating an infestation of treacherous rats, I might even be willing to reward your loyalty by allowing your husband to avoid his rightful punishment in the roboticizer~"

"Really?" Vanilla asked, blinking in confusion. That sort of mercy didn't sound right coming from him.

Also, while she wouldn't say it out loud, honestly she wasn't all that interested in sparing Spice.

"Why, of course~" Robotnik said, knowing exactly the effect his words were having, but he just wanted to give Vanilla that final little push, "After all, I'm sure you'd want your husband to be spared~"

"Ah, er, right, of course," Vanilla muttered halfheartedly. She probably should speak in favor of sparing Spice... but frankly, at this point, she couldn't find it in her to care.

"Oh? Is something wrong, my dear?" Robotnik asked with an arched brow, "I know it must be hard for you to do this, but-" he started to say, only for Vanilla to actually cut him off, "But that's just it, sir! It isn't hard for me to tell you about what Spice has done, and I... I... I don't think I want you to spare him!"

Robotnik repressed a smirk at that, and gestured for Vanilla to keep talking, which she did before she could stop herself.

"He... he deserves to be punished!" she stammered, "And, and I don't care what happens to him! He made it clear that he doesn't actually care about my thoughts or feelings, so why should I care about him at all?"

"Hehehe, so I take it this means you don't wish me to spare the man you love~" Robotnik asked as Vanilla glanced up at him.

"He isn't the man I love... I... YOU ARE!"

Vanilla felt her face burning at the declaration, but she didn't let that stop her.

"You've made me feel better these last few months than that bastard has in years! I don't just want to carry your babies, I want to be yours! Completely and utterly! I don't care if it's as a slave or toy you can push or smack around," she crawled forward, stopping face first at his crotch, "I don't care if you hurt or humiliate me... I want be yours... and yours alone," she admitted with desire as she started to unzip his pants, "I don't want or need any other man, Spice or otherwise. So please... take me~" she moaned, pulling his cock out and stroking it before taking it into her mouth.

"GLRKT! GLRKT!"

And began sucking as hard as she could.

 Causing Robotnik to let out a pleasure-filled groan at her actions, while smirking wide. It took a while, but the long game proved not only funner, but the most profitable action to take. She was his now~

"Urg... mmm, so you want to be mine, huh? Urg, but are you worthy of being owned by Dr. Robotnik and serving his desires for the rest of your days?" he asked with an arched brow.

 "GLRKT! I can, master! Just give me the chance to prove it!" Vanilla pulled her mouth off long enough to say, before resuming sucking.

 "Urg, a chance, huh?" Robotnik said with a wide leer while running his hand through her hair as she eagerly sucked his cock, "Urg, alright, if you can not only help me deal with these traitors but, urg, prove you mean this by personally roboticizing your husband, then..."

He leered down at her with a smirk, "I'll not only make you mine, but I'll make you more than a slave or sex toy," he began to laugh as he exclaimed, "I'll make you my wife!"

Vanilla froze at that. Had... had he really just said what she thought he'd said?

She had to have imagined that, right? Someone like him couldn't possibly want to honor her like that, could he?

Was she really that lucky?

 And at that question, images began filling her head.

Images of her in a wedding dress, approaching Robotnik in a groom suit.

Images of her being the mother Sari never had.

Images of holding a little rabbit Mobian in her arms as Robotnik and Sari smiled at the small form.

Of her sitting on a throne next to Robotnik or in his lap, helping him dominate and rule this entire planet!

It was beautiful, and she wanted it more than anything.

"I'll do it, master!" she took her mouth off of his cock to exclaim, "I'll help you punish that worthless bastard and everyone he's working with! Just tell me what you need me to do!"

As that dark proclamation, a dark laugh echoed in the throne room, which was followed by skin slapping against skin and loud powerful moans.

(A week later)

"This is it Vanilla, thanks to your information, we're finally going to bring the bastard down and be heroes!" Spice said to his wife with the largest grin possible as they sneaked through the palace, guiding a large rebel cell, "And I still can't believe you managed to upload that virus into his systems to let us get pass his security so easily," he added with a laugh.

"Oh, it wasn't all that hard. He trusts me, or at least as much as he trusts anyone," Vanilla replied with a smile that she tried to keep from turning into a smirk.

 A part of her was unable to believe how easy this was turning out to be herself, and not for the reasons Spice believed~ She truthfully thought it'd be more difficult to set up these so-called rebels into a trap, but it seemed they were even more stupid than her soon to be ex-husband. Then again, what could you expect from those that have the death wish of opposing the rightful rule of her master and true love?

"Now then, thanks to getting my hand on the schematics, a secret entrance way should be just about... here," Vanilla said, coming to a stop and pressing a well-hidden panel on the wall, causing it to open up, "All of you just need to follow the tunnel, and you should find your way into the living quarters without any worry."

Vanilla said, flat out lying to to the fools that thought they would bypass any threat to one of the most secured parts of the building.

"Excellent, time to become heroes, ladies and gentleman!" Called out an eager human holding up a makeshift old blaster in very obvious bad condition.

"You two might have just helped save the world," spoke the grateful voice of a teary-eyed sheep Mobian.

"I'm only doing what's right for everyone," Vanilla replied with a smile. And she was, she thought, even if none of these fools would realize it.

"Alright everyone, let's go!" Spice declared, leading the group through the hidden door.

 Missing Vanilla's dark smirk that followed them as they ran straight into the tunnel as she stood back and followed after several minutes of waiting, before yelling what sounded like screams of pain and shock, just a bit ahead.

"Hehe, like mice to a trap~" she mused with an amused laugh as the wall closed behind her and she rushed inside, not wanting to miss the show.

While with Spice and the rebels, they were rushing through the tunnel, all of them eager to at last end this nightmare, only when they exited they came out into an arena-like room.

"What in the-?" Spice managed to say, before a metallic door slammed shut, blocking the entrance they just came into. And the next thing they knew, the floor they were on glowed with electrical energy as they all experienced a powerful shock.

"AAAAAAAH!"

Which let out after several moments, letting them fall to the ground as Swatbots began to enter the arena to apprehend them all.

 "Ugh, bastards..." Spice groaned, trying to pick up his dropped blaster, only for a bot to step on it and crush it before it grabbed him.

How the hell had this happened? Vanilla's virus... wait, where was Vanilla?!

 "Heheheahah~" At that question, he looked up at the sound of laughter he would recognize anywhere, only something about it sounded crueler... and saw Vanilla standing and leaning against that fat tyrant bastard's body!? What the hell?!

"As promised, master, my husband and every last single one of the so-called rebel cell he made contact with," Vanilla reported with a smile to Robotnik as they stood on an observer area of the arena room.

"Hehe, most excellent my dear, you've done perfectly~" Robotnik said, cupping her cheek and pulling her into a kiss.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" Spice screamed in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Mmm... isn't it obvious?" Vanilla asked with a mocking smirk directed at Spice, who struggled fruitlessly in the grip of the Swatbots, "I'm leaving you for a real man~" she said with a laugh that Robotnik shared.

"WHAT!?" Spice screamed as he and the other traitors were restrained in chains.

"Heheh, allow me to explain~" Robotnik said, bringing up footage from a screen that lowered from the ceiling that displayed various amount of footage of Vanilla pleasuring Robotnik and even being fucked by him, up to even the wild sex they shared in his own personal room as Robotnik explained everything that had been going on for the past couple of months behind Spice's back.

From how he decided to have some fun and found his eyes turning to Spice's wife, of how he forced Vanilla to pleasure him with her breasts and mouth for the first few weeks, to escalating to using her ass, and then how Vanilla came to him of her own free will, agreeing to the conditions of using her cunt and bearing his child, of how she came forward informing him of their betrayal and plot and begged to be his~

"You... you fucking whore traitor!" Spice screamed in heartbroken outrage at his wife.

"You and your friends are the only traitors here," Vanilla scoffed, "And yes, I'm his whore, and glad of it, at least until I become his wife."

"WIFE!?" Spice yelled incredulously, while Robotnik shot him a smirk.

"It's her reward for her loyalty~" He said as he rubbed Vanilla's womb area and kissed her neck, "She only needs to do one more thing to make it official."

He said, sending Spice a dark evil grin, "And that's finishing up her divorce by means of robotization~" he said with a dark cackle as the prisoners were guided to a platform raising out of the ground.

"What?!" Spice yelled, the whole cell raising their voices in shock and terror as they were dragged towards their fate, "Wait, wait! Vanilla, you can't let him do this!"

"Hehe, but that's the thing Spice, it's not him doing this," Vanilla said, pulling a ring off her finger as she approached a control panel, "It's me~" She said with a dark smirk as she chucked it as hard as she could at Spice before accessing the controls, while recalling the instructions her master had given her on how to operate it earlier.

The roboticizer hummed to life, and as the rebels cried out in agony, its energy washed over them and began converting them.

"Vanilla! Please!" Spice begged as his metal crept up his legs. But Vanilla was ignoring him, already stripping off her clothes and bending over the machine console for Robotnik to take her like an animal.

"Goodbye Spice, I'd say I'd miss you, but that'd just be a lie," she said, sending him a cruel smirk as Robotnik got out his cock and positioned himself behind her, "And just so you know, he's not only better in the bedroom, but I already love him far more than I ever did you, so enjoy being a robot slave, you useless CUCK!"

Vanilla yelled out the last word with a powerful moan as Robotnik started to fuck her over the console, and this sight would be the last thing Spice Rabbit saw, his wife betraying him and giving herself gleefully to a monster.

With that, his eyes turned to electronic orbs, and his mind was erased, leaving him and the other former rebels staring silently as their new master and his lover fucked in front of them.

"Ah, ah, ah, was that, ah, enough for you, ah, ah, master?" Vanilla moaned, looking over her shoulder at Robotnik.

"It was, ah, perfect~ Consider yourself, ah ah, the future Mrs. Robotnik!" he screamed as he rammed harder inside, to her eager responding moans as Vanilla eagerly bucked her hips back.

And as they finished their fun, she soon found herself living the dream, as news of Robotnik's engagement went out. Scene of Robotropolis citizens looking at screens in shock as Robotnik and Vanilla announced their engagement.

Admittedly, the first time meeting with his family was awkward... a scene of Vanilla standing next to Robotnik in front of a group of shadowy figures... but she believed she won their respect over time. As she drove herself to prove she was worthy of standing by Robotnik's side as more than just a bedwarmer, which is how she earned the Grandmaster position.

Scene of Vanilla now in her new uniform giving a salute that was returned by all her fellow Grandmasters as they all stood before Robotnik.

The wedding proved every bit better than her previous wedding with Spice. Scene of Vanilla smiling at the alter with Robotnik as guests watched the televised wedding under heavy robotic guard.

And of course came the moment of the birth of her daughter, Cream. Scene of Vanilla holding a baby Mobian rabbit in her arms, with Robotnik looming over her with a smirk, and it was every bit as wonderful as she hoped.

Honestly, almost everything was perfect... almost. Scene of Sari shooting Vanilla a glare before turning to run off in a huff, leaving Vanilla behind with a hurt look... as Sari took the news of her father's engagement less than well.

And even after all these years, Vanilla sought to fix that... but overall, Vanilla wouldn't change anything she'd chosen.

(Flashback end)

"AHHHH!" Which is how she found herself in the present collapsing against her husband's chest as they laid on his bed after a round of lovemaking.

"As always my dear, you are incredible~" Robotnik said with a wide pleased smirk.

"Thank you, ah, ah, darling," Vanilla panted back happily, feeling content as ever in her husband's embrace.

 But at the same time, she shot him a concerned look, "But is something the matter?" She asked, rubbing his chest, "You seemed a bit out of sorts when Amy gave her report," she said with a frown, having been married to him long enough to recognize when something was bothering him.

At her question, Robotnik sighed.

"Let's just say I have the feeling that things are going to get quite busy soon," he muttered, rubbing his face. Part of him was looking forward to the thrill and fun of a real challenge, but another part of him just knew a lot of headaches were in the future, "And that I'm likely going to need a lot more sexual relaxation as well in the coming days~" he added with a teasing leer, which caused Vanilla to giggle.

"Well, I think I'm up for that~" she said, reaching down to start stroking his cock.

 "Plus..." she shared a smirk with Robotnik, "You do have that other toy of yours, dear~" she said with a giggle.

"Ohh yes, that I do~" Robotnik agreed with a slight groan at the rabbit's touch, "Though I wonder how much longer she'll put up that weak excuse of protecting her daughter or trying to convince me to take her in her place~"

He said with obvious amusement, "I'm not even sure she believes herself anymore."

 "Well, talking from my own experience, it can sometimes be hard to admit to yourself what you really want," Vanilla admitted, continuing to fondle her husband, "I think with just the right push, she'll finally realize that she's meant to be yours."

 "Hmm, yes, than she could help us train her daughter, and I'll have both of them bonding as they worship my cock~" Robotnik stated with a leer, laughing while enjoying Vanilla's touch.

 "Ooh, that'll be fun~ But until then, let me take care of you," Vanilla said, leaning down to take his cock in her mouth and start sucking.

 "Hmm, ohhh yess~ I love being ruler of the world~" Robotnik said with a pleased laugh as Vanilla eagerly worshiped his cock, content and happy with her place in life. And if she had to, she'd not only do it all over again, but throw Spice in the roboticizer first chance she got, before throwing herself at Julian's feet~

 Because this was just perfect, she thought as she sucked on his glorious man meat, and she wouldn't trade it for anything~

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"Ooh, that'll be fun~ But until then, let me take care of you," Vanilla said, leaning down to take his cock in her mouth and start sucking.

"Hmm, ohhh yess~ I love being ruler of the world~" Robotnik said with a pleased laugh as Vanilla eagerly worshiped his cock, content and happy with her place in life. And if she had to, she'd not only do it all over again, but throw Spice in the roboticizer first chance she got, before throwing herself at Julian's feet~

Because this was just perfect, she thought as she sucked on his glorious man meat, and she wouldn't trade it for anything~

 (Dib's rebel base)

"Hmm... the grip's looking good... but does it pack enough of a hit?" Dib wondered out loud, overlooking a personal project of his for some time that was on the work bench. He'd been scavenging what parts he could for it, and it looked like all the hard work was going to pay off.

 "Are you still working on that crap?" Zita asked as she walked past, wearing a hoodie over her normal outfit.

"It's not crap, it's what's going to give us an edge in our fights!" Dib protested defensively.

"Whatever you say," Zita rolled her eyes, "I'm going on a supply run. Anyone need anything?"

"Should you be going out by yourself when everything's on high alert?" Keef asked, looking up from where he was reading a magazine across the room.

"I sneak around easier on my own," she replied with a shrug.

 "Besides, things on high alert means Robotnik's goons are less likely to expect me trying anything, even just a supply run," she added with a smug smirk.

"Okay..." Viera sounded out as she looked up from an old-looking tome, "Just be careful out there, okay?" she said, sending Zita a concerned look.

 "I'll be fine," Zita waved off the other girl's concerns before heading towards the door. Putting up her hood, she walked out of the safe house and started making her way down the street.

Keeping her head down to avoid being recognized by the passing Swatbots, she walked across the city until she reached her destination, a small and fairly ordinary (if oddly painted a bright green) house. Walking up to the front door, she rang the doorbell, and after waiting for the security systems to scan her and open the door, she walked inside, shutting the door behind her.

"Hi, pretty lady!" a high-pitched voice shrieked from a nearby couch, where GIR was seated watching TV.

 "Hey GIR, what you watching?" Zita greeted, apparently unbothered by the presence of the enemy robot, and actually seemed to smile at him before turning to the TV.

 "Robot Monkey Show!" GIR replied happily, looking to the TV, where a robot monkey was staring blankly at the screen.

"I will never understand what the point of that show is," Zita muttered with a shake of her head.

"Nyah!" Minimoose squeaked as he floated out of the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn balanced on top of him.

"Hey, Minimoose. Where's the boss at?" she greeted the moose.

"Nyah!"

"Thanks," she said with a nod, walking into the kitchen and approaching the refrigerator, which slid aside to reveal an elevator. Stepping into it, she rode it down, deep underground, and emerged into a large dark chamber. Where she smirked as she was greeted by familiar sounds.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

"AH! ZIM! RIGHT THERE!"

 Where she saw the familiar forms of Fiona and Zim, both naked and the former being fucked doggy style on the lab floor, "POUND THIS SLUTTY FOX!" Fiona moaned with a lust-filled look of desire, while Zita arched a brow, smirking but giving off a flush

 "And here I thought you were supposed to be the top in this relationship~" she called out teasingly as she took her hoodie off and tossed it aside, catching the pair's attention.

"Ah, ah, I am the top!" Fiona said back with a smirk, "I'd think you'd, ah, ah, know that by now, ah, ah, bottom bitch!"

"Now, now, no need to argue, ladies," Zim said playfully, grunting as he continued to pound Fiona, "There's plenty of Zim to go around!"

 "Urg, ah, ah, don't push it, green boy!" Fiona moaned back, sending him her best warning look, "Mmmm, remember, you might be superior in the Regime, but at home and in the bedroom, I'm the Queen~"

"Of course, Mistress~" Zim purred as continued to thrust in and out of her, "But I know you enjoy having Zita join us~"

"Mmm, true enough," Fiona admitted, glancing over with a smirk as Zita quickly undressed, "But, ah, ah, I am still the one on top here!"

"Hmm, if you say so," Zita said, walking over and wrapping her arms around Zim from behind, pressing her breasts against his PAK and leaning over to kiss him as he turned his head to face her.

With the girl eagerly moaning into the kiss and running the side of her hand down Zim's face as she did so, "Mmm... ahhh... after all, better a traitor in love... than a rebel getting roboticized~" Zita moaned as she moved her mouth to Zim's neck, gently biting down and sucking on it.

"Hehe, always glad to hear you acknowledge your place, my lovely little spy~" Zim chuckled, leaning over to bite playfully on her ear.

"Speaking of which, ah, ah, do your idiot friends, ah, ah, suspect anything after the trap?" Fiona asked, looking back at them.

"Mmm, no," Zita said around moans as Zim lowered his mouth to run his worm-like tongue down her neck, "They know it was a trap, but they think it was just the Regime being proactive, they don't suspect a mole yet."

"Good, I'd hate to have to end this game when it's still so much fun~" Zim laughed, lowering his head to bite down on Zita's nipple.

"Ahhhumm, agreed master~ But, ahh, as much fun as it, mmm, is doing this behind their back and using them or my uncle, mmmm, It makes the nights lonely without you, ah, two in my bed~" Zita moaned, enjoying the feel of Zim biting down on and sucking her nipples.

"Just, mmmm, got to deal with it... ahhh, that big-headed moron's cell is, mmm, small but... ahhh, they're a pain and, mmm, there's still your uncle too," Fiona moaned, bucking her hips back to meet Zim's thrusts.

 "Yes, and while it would probably make more sense logically to crush them, agh, they're much more useful to test, ah, ah, our defenses against more serious threats, ahhhh~" Zim grunted, before moaning as Fiona came with a cry, her tightening cunt causing him to cum as well, shooting his seed into her, "Ah, ah, wonderful as always, Mistress. Mind if I give our pet a turn?"

"Only if she eats your cum out of me while you do," Fiona replied with a lustful smirk, allowing Zim to pull out of her so that she could crawl forward, before turning around and sitting on her haunches, spreading her legs wide to expose her pussy, leaking Zim's seed.

Zita eagerly licked her lips before getting down on all fours, leaning down to start licking Fiona's cunt, moaning in delight as Zim thrust his cock into her own.

 "Oooh, mmm, that's a good pet~" Fiona moaned as she felt Zita's eager lips on her cunt, "What would your friends think if they saw you now~" She asked with a smug little laugh.

"Screw them! I don't give a shit about any of those assholes, they can all be roboticized, ahhh mmm, for all I care~" Zita answered with a moan as she eagerly ate out Fiona while bucking her hips to match Zim's thrusts, "Mmmm, ahh, unless Zim wants Gretchen or Viera as his newest sluts?" Zita questioned with another loud moan, shoving her face deeper into Fiona's cunt.

 "Hmm, Zim shall consider it, but for now I'm content with what I have," Zim said, thinking it over as he continued to plough Zita. After all, Gretchen had grown nicely from her canon age, and Viera... well, the isekai soul had to admit that while she was hot, he had mixed feelings about possibly fucking one of his own OCs.

And hadn't that been a shock on top of everything else, seeing characters he himself had created for his fanfics being brought to life alongside all these canonical ones. Though it also had him curious (and maybe a little worried) about whether any others were also running around out there.

Still, he tried not to worry about that right now as he fucked the hot slut in front of him, thinking back to how he had first claimed her...

 (Over Two Years Ago)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Muttered a wide-eyed Zita as she was packing as much supplies of food and clothes as she could before bouncing out the back door of her house, cursing up a storm, "Urg, I had to follow my uncle's footsteps, and I had to think hooking up with Dib's little group was a good idea!"

She exclaimed in frustration and fear. She'd somehow been convinced that risking her life by helping that big-headed freak and his friends resist the Regime was the right thing to do, and she'd been fine with that. It had been pretty thrilling, actually.

But now, Dib had screwed them all over by trying to recruit his bitch sister, and she'd sold them out. Dib had just sent a message to the whole cell warning them that Regime Security was after them, so now they had to go on the run.

 But seriously, what the hell had that idiot been thinking?! Gaz... FUCKING GAZ! HE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE TRIED TO RECRUIT ROBOTNIK'S DAUGHTER!

"Urrg, Mom and Dad are gonna have hear attacks..." Zita said with a groan of worry, wishing her parents hadn't been out on a date night, because she had to leave in a hurry, and for all she knew they would get arrested and roboticized because of her and Uncle Bill! Fuck!

"Maybe I can try to find a way to contact Uncle to get some help out of this shit fest Dib's dragged us into," She thought as she ran down the street, heading towards the safe house that the team had set up. She just had to get there, then she could think clearly once she was safe.

Reaching an alleyway, she turned to run down it to take a shortcut to the house-

WHAM

-And ended up getting clotheslined as an arm suddenly flew up to block her path, hitting her in the neck.

"ACK!" Zita cried out as he collapsed to the ground.

 "Going somewhere?" a female voice sneered, Zita looking up to see a fox Mobian looming over her with a smirk.

"Look, I don't know who you are, but got a good guess who you work for," Zita said, pushing herself up, "And I swear I'm really not with big head, honest," She stammered in explanation, her mind racing as she knew this was beyond fucking bad!

"Then why are you running, if you have nothing to do with that traitor?" the Mobian sneered, "Don't take me for an idiot, girl. Just do yourself a favor and give up now, and I'll go easy on you."

"Right, give up, I can totally do that..." Zita started to say, slowly standing up and raising her arms as Fiona approached with an arrogant sneer, "Not!" Right as Zita exclaimed and allowed a small device to slide out her sleeve into her right hand just as she lurched forward.

"ARRG!"

And the next thing Fiona knew, her body was getting tasered with electrical energy.

"Sorry foxy, but this girl ain't becoming nuts and bolts today!" Zita exclaimed.

"UGH! Bitch!" Fiona snarled as the electricity ceased, Zita pulling away with the taser still in hand. Not giving the fox a chance do more than yell at her, she darted down the alleyway, hoping to reach the next street and disappear into a crowd before she could be caught up to.

Unfortunately for her, she never got that far, as midway down the alley, a bright light suddenly fell over her, and she found herself being lifted into the air.

"What?!" she yelped, looking around only to find herself looking at a floating purple moose.

"Nyah!" Minimoose squeaked.

"Hey! Let me go!" Zita yelled out with a frantic look of fear, recognizing from rumors, some television reports, and sadly some of Dib crazy rants as one of two main bots belonging to that green Grandmaster that Dib was convinced was an alien.

"Okay, what did Dib say about those bots?" She questioned out loud for a moment, before calling out as she remembered one small thing Dib mentioned about one of the bots being a crazy malfunctioning menace, "I'll give you some tacos if you let me go!"

However, all that got her in response was the moose narrowing his eyes at her.

"Nyah!" he squeaked in an almost offended-sounding tone.

"Wrong robot," Fiona said with amusement as she walked over, picking up the taser that Zita had dropped when she'd been grabbed. She then brought it up and jabbed Zita in the side with it.

"AAAHH!" Zita screamed as she was shocked.

 "And payback's a bitch, ain't it!" Fiona said with a slight snarl as Zita fell unconscious with a groan, "Alright moose, let's get her back to base," Fiona ordered, crossing her arms with a smirk, "Zim wants us to interrogate this one personally for some reason."

Her eyes going over the form of the unconscious Zita, wondering why Zim had na interest in this particular traitor, likely do to her connection with that big-headed idiot Dib. A pain in her lover's neck for some time, which made tonight with him officially declared a criminal and traitor a good night in their opinion.

 Still, it was odd that Zim was so interested in this girl in particular outside of Dib. Well, he was also oddly interested in those twins, but this girl also seemed to have caught his eye.

Not that Fiona cared, of course, she thought with a small twinge of jealousy that she quickly shoved aside. She was secure enough in her relationship with Zim that she didn't need to worry about him possibly checking out other sluts. She might be just 15 years old and it hadn't been more than a year since their relationship changed forever, but she knew from their years together since he took her under his wing that genuinely cared for her.

 So yeah, she wasn't worried about losing her relationship with Zim, even if his eye might wander occasionally... in fact, she thought with a lustful spark in her core as her own eyes went over the unconscious girl's body, she might just be tempted to help break this bitch in if that was what Zim wanted.

Purely for security reasons, of course, she thought with a leering smirk as she reached over to grab and squeeze Zita's breast for a moment before allowing Minimoose to fly off with her.

(Later)

"Urg... my head... what happened?" Moaned the groaning form of Zita as she sat up, rubbing her head.

"Hi, pretty lady!'

 "AH!" Zita yelled, jumping back from the metal face with glowing blue eyes that was right in front of her.

"What the fuck?!" she exclaimed as she fully registered the small robot in front of her... oh shit, that was one of Zim's, she realized with horror as she remembered what had happened to her.

"You wants some chicken?" the robot screeched, holding up a plucked and burned but still very much alive and miserable-looking chicken.

"...No thanks," Zita said awkwardly, not sure how else to respond to that.

"Leave the girl be, GIR," a voice spoke up, drawing Zita's attention to the other side of the large and dimly-lit but futuristic-looking room she was in. And she saw...

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me..." she found herself blurting out with wide eyes, the right one twitching, "Dib was right about you being an alien!" She exclaimed in disbelief.

 "Hehe, well, you know what they say. Even broken clocks are right twice a day," Zim chuckled, seated in a chair without his disguise on, Fiona leaning over the back of the chair from behind.

"I still don't know how that shit disguise fools anyone," Fiona commented, idly playing with Zim's antennae.

"Well, my mate, you have to remember that regardless of species, most people are idiots who only exist to serve we superior few," Zim replied, reaching up to take hold of her hand and pull it down to kiss it tenderly.

 With Fiona giving off a smirk and flush, "Heheh, so very true~" she said with a purr, while Zita made a face as they flirted right in front of her.

 "Ugh, could you not do that?" she asked in disgust.

"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" Zim asked teasingly, "Or perhaps you're just jealous and would like to join in~"

"What?!" Zita squeaked with a blush, "No way, you creep!"

 She said, while sending him an actual disgusted glare, "Why in the world would I be jealous of you and your slut!" she burst out, giving them a dark scowl, "I'm not some desperate whore like Robotnik's pet rabbit, thank you very much!"

 Fiona glared at the insult, but regained her smug demeanor as Zim squeezed her hand and whispered something to her.

"Well, we'll see how long it takes you to change your mind on that~" he said, raising his voice to normal volume before gaining a stern look, "In the meantime, let's get to business - give us the names of any other rebels that the Dib-Monkey is working with, locations of safe houses, and any other information you have that will help us crush them like the bugs they are!"

"Are you nuts?" Zita sneered, "I might be scared of getting roboticized, but I'm not a traitor! There's no way I'm selling out my friends!"

"Oh good, I was hoping you'd say that. That means we can do this the fun way~" Zim laughed, "Computer! Restrain her!"

"Wait, what?" Zita asked, before yelping as metal tendrils suddenly shot down from the ceiling and wrapped around her wrists and ankles, pulling her up to suspend her spread-eagle in the air.

 "HEY! URRG LET ME GO!" Zita snapped at the two, who simply laughed.

"Heheh, oh yes, we're going to let you go simply because you yelled at us~" Fiona intoned in amusement, as honestly that's one of the parts that never got old about this job~

"Grrr, you think I'm scared?" Zita snapped, glaring at them heatedly, "You can torture me as much as you want, I'm not breaking!" She called out defiantly, while also doing her best to hide how freaked out she actually was. Because right now, she was scared out of her mind, and she didn't know how long she'd be able to keep up this bravado.

"Hehe, torture you? Now, why would Zim want to do that when there are much more enjoyable ways of getting you to talk?" Zim laughed menacingly. Getting to his feet, he deployed the spider legs from his PAK to lift himself as he approached her, Zita sweating nervously as he stared at her intently.

SWISH

Then she blinked in confusion as one of the PAK legs swept through the air, seemingly without doing anything... and then a moment later, her shirt fell off, having been cut clean in half.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Zita screamed, face glowing bright red, "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Simply getting a better look at Zim's new property~" Zim replied with a laugh as he reached up to rub Zita's exposed A-Cup breasts, smirking at her responding smirk, "Hmm, not bad, though not as big as my mate's."

"Tch, I could have told you that," Fiona scoffed, puffing out her chest and its B-cups proudly.

"I... you... property..." Zita stammered in shock and shame at what was happening before screaming, "What the hell is wrong with you perverts!?" she burst out, before shooting Fiona an offended glare, "And there's nothing wrong with my breast size either!"

"Hmm, well, I suppose it's true that you're not completely flat, so there's that," Fiona sneered condescendingly.

"You fucking bit-AH!" Zita started to say, only to squeal in surprise as Zim twisted her nipples through the bra.

"Hehe, Zim is enjoying hearing you two argue," he said as he continued to twist and squeeze, "But I do want to see what else my new pet has to offer. So..."

With that, his PAK legs swiped out again, this time cutting Zita's pants away, revealing lacy black panties. Causing Zita's eyes to start to widen in actual fear.

"Wait, you aren't..." She trailed off, shaking her head, "No! You're bluffing! I know you have to be!" she blurted, with her face flushing in humiliation and anger.

 "Oh, am I?" Zim asked with a smirk, slipping a finger into her panties to start playfully stroking her pussy.

"Ah! Take that out!" Zita demanded, face burning brightly.

"Hmm... no, I don't think I will~" Zim said, before suddenly jamming his finger fully into her folds.

 "AHH PLEASE STOP!" Zita found herself screaming in shock from the violation and feeling her body was experiencing. Because despite how awful this situation was, what Zim was doing felt good, better than what she got with her own hands.

But no! She couldn't get distracted by that, this bastard was molesting her!

"Stop? Oh no, we're just getting started~" Zim chuckled, inserting a second finger and beginning to move them in and out at a rapid pace.

"AH! OOOH! YOU, AH AH, WON'T BREAK ME!" Zita moaned while biting her lip. Fuck, why did this have to feel so good...?

"Oh, is that right? We'll see~" Zim laughed, reaching around with his other hand to reach into the back of Zita's panties. He rubbed her ass, enjoying her instinctive moans before jamming fingers into her asshole as well.

"AH!" Zita cried, arching her back in surprise, and to her shame quite a bit of pleasure at the action.

"Sounds like you're enjoying yourself, slut~" Fiona mocked, reaching down to start rubbing her own crotch.

"AHH! NOOO! NEVER! NOT IN A MILLION YEARS YOU, AHHH, SICK FUCKS!" Zita yelled back in turn with a groaning moan.

"Hehehahaha! You hear how she moans in delight even while cursing us?" Zim laughed, picking up the pace of his fingering, "Deny it all you want, love-pet, but you clearly love what I'm doing to you~"

"No I'm... I'm... AAAAHHH!" Zita tried to deny, only to scream as she came, asshole and cunt tightening around his fingers and the latter hole spraying juices.

"You were saying?" Zim sneered as he pulled his hands free, licking the juice off of one finger before holding the other out for Fiona to walk over and lick clean herself.

"Hmm, tasty~" Fiona hummed with a smirk, "Mind if I go for a bigger taste?"

"Go ahead," Zim said, also smirking as he watched Fiona walk over to Zita, tearing the girl's panties off so that she could lean in to start licking at her wet pussy.

 "AAAAHHH!" While also causing Zita to scream while bucking and struggling in the metal tendrils' grip.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Why did this nightmare have to feel good!? She should be hating this, and on an intellectual level she did, but her body was loving it! Something that proved itself as she soon came again, juices spraying over Fiona's face.

"Mmm, yes, I could get used to this~" Fiona laughed as she pulled back, licking her face clean.

"Ah... ah... you fucking... bastards... ah, ah... fuck you..." Zita panted.

"Hmm, yes, I suppose it is time we get to the main course, isn't it?" Zim chuckled as he tap a button on his wrist, causing his clothes to dissolve and pull into his PAK, causing Zita's eyes to widen in shock and horror at the sight of the large, hard cock that this exposed. It was clear at first glance that for Zim's small stature, he was certainly packing where it counted.

"NO! NOOOO! YOU CAN'T!" Zita denied, shaking her head wildly. Despite part of her body burning at the sight of the alien cock, she had no desire to lose her virginity like this!

 "I can and I will," Zim said as he started to approach.

"Wait, wait, please don't!" Zita begged, feeling her resolve shattering, "I... I'll tell you whatever you want!"

"Yes, you will. And soon you'll be begging to get my cock in return for what you know," Zim growled lustfully as he braced himself on Zita's hips and rubbed his cock against her pussy lips.

"Please..." she sobbed.

"Shh, just try to enjoy it," Zim said, before suddenly thrusting forward and plunging his cock into her cunt, breaking her hymen in the process.

"AAAAAH! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!" Zita screamed in pain and despair, because this couldn't fucking be happening!

"Heheh, that's it pet, fuck this bitch. Your mistress commands it!" Called out Fiona with a laugh of cruel amusement at the show.

 "Ah, of course, Mistress!" Zim replied happily as he started thrusting in and out, his crotch smacking repeatedly against Zita's.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

"AGH! AGH! AGH! STOP IT!" Zita screamed, tears of pain and shame running down her reddened face, even as she felt heat growing inside her, a part of her enjoying what was happening to her regardless of circumstances.

 But it had to be her body reacting, because like fucking hell would she actually want something like this happening to her!

"ARRRG, PULL IT OUT, PLEASE!" Zita moaned desperately, just for Fiona to cut her off by pulling her into a kiss.

 "MMPH!" Zita yelped into the kiss, feeling Fiona's tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Which felt... oddly nice, she couldn't help but think, unintentionally leaning into the kiss while her lower half moved on its own to match Zim's thrusts.

"Glad to see you enjoying yourself~" Zim laughed as he continued to pound her.

No, no, that couldn't be right, Zita told herself, before squealing as Fiona reached down to tear her bra away and play with her nipples. Suddenly, it was hard to think of much of anything.

A few more minutes of this passed, and then Zita screamed into Fiona's mouth as she came, her tightening cunt squeezing Zim's cock enough to make him cum as well, shooting his seed up into her.

"Ah, ah, ah, very good, Zita-Pet," Zim said as he pulled out with a grunt.

"Urg... you... sob... bastards!" Zita managed to weakly snarl, shaking her head as her eyes watered, "You'll never get away with this!" She hollered angrily, while Fiona gave an amused chuckle.

"Oh, but we have and we will~" she intoned smugly, "After all, who's going to stop us?" She asked, while bopping Zita on the nose.

"My, my friends..." Zita stammered desperately, only for Zim to interrupt her with a snort.

"Your friends don't even know you've been captured, and if they do, they'll think you're in a prison, not Zim's base," the Irken crowed, running a hand up and down Zita's hip, "So, why don't you just give in like you were prepared to do a few minutes ago and tell Zim what you know?"

PH-TOO

In response, Zita spat in his face.

"Go to hell," she hissed. Zim scowled at that, wiping his face off, before shrugging.

"Ah well, we'll get to that," he said, before glancing to Fiona, "So, Mistress, which one of this bitch's holes should I claim next?"

"Heheh, her ass, where else~" Fiona stated with an amused cruel grin as Zita's eyes widen, "Plus, I'm sure there's something around here I can use to fuck her cunt some more while you fuck her ass," She sounded out in a twisted giggle.

"Ah, I love how you think~" Zim laughed, walking around behind Zita while Fiona walked off to look through drawers at a nearby table.

"Wait, wait, wait, let's talk about thi-EEEEHHHHH!!!!" Zita screamed as Zim rammed his cock into her asshole.

"That's right, Earth-slut, scream for Zim!" the Irken cackled, thrusting against her rear.

"ARRRG! YOU BASTARD! STOP IT! IT HURTS!" Zita screamed out in pain, tears going down her face.

"Oh don't worry, it will feel good soon enough~" Fiona said, holding up a pink twirling and shaking device with a menacing smile that caused her to pale.

"PleaAHSE!" She tried to yell, only for Fiona to cut her off by shoving the device into her cunt.

"Ah, Zim loves these sounds you make, Zita-Pet!" Zim laughed as he continued to drill her ass, "I might just keep you around even after we're done taking information from you!"

"I wouldn't mind that," Fiona admitted, twisting the device around in Zita's cunt, smirking as each movement made her moan and cry out.

"Just as long as she and you remember who the top bitch is!" She added with a laugh as Zita let out moaning shouts of pain and pleasure from both of her holes being harshly violated.

"Oh, don't worry, Mistress. This slut is definitely a bottom bitch. Right, pet?" Zim asked, reaching up and around to grab and twist Zita's nipples.

"AArrg FUCK YOU!!!" Zita screamed, before finding herself exploding in release, her juices spilling out around the sex toy in her snatch, while her asshole tightened around Zim's cock, causing him to cum as well, his seed spilling out past her ass cheeks.

"Don't worry, pet, Zim will indeed fuck you," Zim said, as Zita slumped against him, barely conscious, "Over and over, until you break, and beg to be our slut forever."

 Those were the last words Zita she heard before falling unconscious, and sadly it was words that Fiona and Zim upheld.

SLING

"AHHH!"

SLING

"Scream for me, bitch!" Fiona called out while slinging a whip, "Scream for me!"

"AHHH!" Zita screamed, pressed front first against a pillar she was handcuffed to, her back bleeding from multiple shallow wounds on her back, just the latest round of torment she suffered day after day...

"Suck Zim's cock, slut!" Zim crowed down at Zita, whose face was shoved onto his cock as he tugged on a leash attached to a dog collar on her neck.

After day...

"Please don't," Zita begged, looking up from the table she was strapped to, electrodes attached to her nipples as Fiona sneered down at her before pressing a button on a remote.

ZAP

"AAAAAHHHH!!!"

After day...

 "MFFFF!" Zita, a ball gag in her mouth, let out a muffled moan as she, hands tied behind her back, was forced onto a beam naked, with the wood digging into her pussy.

After day...

Zita was strapped into a chair, sitting on a large motorized sex toy that was fucking and digging into her ass as she was forced with her eyelids pulled open by wire to observe hours of recorded footage of Zim and Fiona fucking, "AAAAAH!"

 After day...

Zita lay on the floor, sealed inside a gimp suit with her hands tied behind her back, large vibrating sex toys shoved into her ass and pussy while headphones attached to her ears played recordings of Zim's voice on loop, "You are Zim's property! You are Zim's slave! You exist to serve Zim!"

On and on it went, until one day she found herself naked except for a collar in a dog carrier-like cage she'd been forced to sleep in, lying on her back and staring blankly at the ceiling. Nearly catatonic, she could only lay there and hazily consider everything she'd been through.

She didn't know how long she'd been here. She could barely remember a time when she hadn't been. All she could think of was Zim's cock and Fona's cunt, of the two them giving her pleasure and pain in equal measure, to the point that she couldn't tell the difference between the two experiences anymore.

 What was even the point in resisting? Why did she fight them? Why did she even try to fight against the Regime in the first place? Wouldn't it be easier just to give in and be a good pet? If she did, maybe they'd stop giving pain and just give pleasure? That would be nice, she thought with a small smile and a burning starting to form in her pussy at the idea.

Then she was pulled from her thoughts as the door to her cage suddenly opened.

"Come out, pet," Zim's voice commanded sternly. Without even thinking about it, Zita obeyed, rolling onto her hands and knees and crawling out of the cage, looking up at Zim and Fiona as they sneered down at her.

"Present yourself for your master's cock," Zim ordered. In response, she crawled so that her rear was facing him, and raised it slightly.

"Please, master... can you fuck me?" she asked meekly.

"Hehe, it seems we've finally broken her in," Zim laughed, looking to Fiona with a smirk.

"Heheh, I'll give her credit, she lasted longer than I expected~" Fiona mused with a smug smirk and laugh, "Though I was having so much fun breaking her in, I'm actually a bit disappointed she finally broke~"

She admitted, rubbing her chin, "Maybe we should see if we can do this to more often to any criminals or traitors sexy enough to meet our standards~"

"Ooh, I love how you think~" Zim laughed, before looking back to Zita, who was gazing pleadingly up at him, "Well pet, is this true? Are you ready to be loyal to Zim and Mistress Fiona above all else?"

"Y-yes, master, I'll do whatever you want!" Zita stammered, "I won't be a stupid bitch wasting time rebelling anymore! I'll only serve you!"

"Excellent. We'll discuss how you can best do that later. For now, let's celebrate~" he said, before stepping forward and ramming his cock into her cunt.

"Ah! FUCK YES! PLEASE MASTER, THIS BITCH IS SORRY FOR BEING A REBEL WHORE! PUNISH HER WITH YOUR COCK! FUCK THE TREASON RIGHT OUT OF ME!" The broken Zita moaned eagerly while bucking her hips against her master's thrusts, while Fiona let out a laugh as she stepped in front of Zita, roughly grabbing her by her hair and shoving the girl's face into her cunt.

"Hmm, even if we do start fucking other bitches, I think I'm going to want to keep this one~" Fiona admitted with a moan.

"I agree, I think we can get a lot of use out of her without getting bored," Zim replied as he pounded away.

For her part, Zita felt fresh tears start to form. But not from shame or pain this time. No, to her broken mind, hearing her master and mistress say that they wanted to keep her was the greatest thing that she could hear.

 And she'd be the best pet ever! Do any depraved thing to give them pleasure! Help them hunt down any criminals or rebels like that freak Dib. Hell, she'll even roboticize her own uncle if it made them happy!

 She didn't care anymore! All that mattered to her was pleasing her master and mistress, no matter what it took, she thought as she licked as hard as she could at Fiona's cunt and thrust backwards to match Zim's own movements as best as possible.

Soon, they all came again, Fiona's juices spraying onto Zita's face and her own spilling out around Zim's cock as he shot his load into her.

"Ah, ah, was that good, masters?" Zita asked hopefully as Fiona let her pull her face away from her cunt.

"Yes pet, you did well," Zim said as he pulled out, "And now, let's discuss how you can serve us with your actions and not just your body."

He said as he and Fiona exchanged dark cruel smirks.

 "Yes master, please tell me what to do," Zita said, sitting on her rear and looking up eagerly at them.

"We're going to stage a prison break so that you can 'escape' back to your friends," Fiona explained, "Once you're with them, you'll act as our spy, helping us keep tabs on them. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," Zita nodded immediately, not feeling even a moment's hesitation at betraying her friends. At this point, all that mattered was earning the pleasure of being a good pet.

"Good girl," Zim said, condescendingly patting Zita's head, which she perked up at feeling, "Now then, let's get you dressed so that we can send you on your way."

"Just make sure you remember one thing after we send you off," Fiona sounded out as she approached, before lashing out and grabbing Zita by her chin, giving it a hard squeeze as she bent down, "You're our bitch and property now, your loyalty belongs to us. Not any criminals or traitors, nor your friends and family, US! So, once you're out there, all you're going to do and think about is how to best obey our orders, and the pleasure we'll give you in return. But if you fail, or even think about betraying us, we'll make you suffer in ways even a whore like you won't enjoy. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress!" Zita exclaimed honestly, horrified at the thought of betraying her masters. God, if she did that, they wouldn't fuck her anymore!

"Good," Fiona said with a wicked smirk, "And if you do a good job, we might actually decide to keep you around even after your job playing double agent for us is done~" she added with a cruel chuckle, before pulling her into a rough kiss.

"Mmm~" Zita moaned in delight, leaning into the kiss. Yes, that was what she wanted, and she'd do whatever it took to get it!

"Computer, get our pet dressed and ready to go," Zim commanded as Fiona broke the kiss. In response, robotic arms descended from the ceiling, holding up a drab grey prison uniform marked with the Regime symbol and a bar code. Getting the message, Zita took the uniform and slipped it on, ignoring a part of her that was complaining about covering up and not having more sex; this was what her masters wanted, so she had to do as she was told.

"So, uh, how exactly are we going to make this escape convincing?" She asked them with a frown, "After all, people don't usually escape being a Regime prisoner once they're captured." She pointed out with a slight shiver. She'd heard all the horror stories about what happened to people taken prisoner by the Regime, even beyond roboticization.

She was so lucky that her master and mistress had got ahold of her instead of normal security forces, she thought without realizing how recently, she wouldn't have thought that was lucky at all.

"We'll stage a fake attack on a prison camp with our own forces," Zim explained, "All the rebel cells will assume each other to be responsible, and your friends will likely be so happy to have you back that they won't question it when you say that you managed to escape in the chaos."

"You just need to make sure to sell a convincing act by acting as traumatized as possible," Fiona added in with a serious look to Zita, "We'll handle our part but it doesn't matter if you can't handle your own role."

Fiona said a dangerous edge entering her voice, "And if you screw up the moment you meet back up with big head, forgot being our pet, it's straight to the roboticizer for you, understand!" she barked out with a firm glare.

"Yes Mistress!" Zita squeaked in fear, suddenly remembering that there were worse fates than not getting fucked by her masters.

"Good," Fiona said, flicking Zita's nose, before turning to Zim, "So, shall we get going?"

"Yes, we shall," Zim said, turning and walking towards an elevator, Fiona giving Zita a shove to make her follow after him.

As she did so, Zita found herself realizing that once she did this there would be going back... she'd be not only Zim and Fiona's pet... but a Regime double agent... and the realization couldn't make her any happier, she thought with an eager flush, hoping and eager to make Master and Mistress proud, as she was after days of endless sexual torture and fucking, well and truly broken in.

(The Next Day)

BEEP

BEEP

BEEEEEEEP

Alarms sounded out as chaos and mayhem hit the prison camp. An explosion had torn open one of the high walls surrounding the camp, and the prisoners who had been assembled in the main yard for daily inspection were taking advantage of it after getting over the initial shock, fleeing out of the still burning hole and into the surrounding woods.

"Hmm, you sure Robotnik won't be too upset about us doing this?" Fiona asked from where the group stood on an hill overlooking the camp and its surrounding chaos.

"Eh, no one being kept here was high priority, and it's for a good cause. Besides, most of them won't get away regardless," Zim stated, watching Swatbots start swarming after the escapees, before turning to Zita, "Now run along, pet. And try not to get caught by the badniks, that would be embarrassing, and you don't want to embarrass us, do you?"

"No, master," Zita replied, already looking around for the clearest path back towards the city.

"Good, and remember how to contact us or meet up with us to report in personally for some fun~" Fiona added, causing Zita to flush and smile as she gave a nod before bounding off eagerly, causing the two to share a laugh ,"Hehe, I'll admit, I think i might actually decide to keep her after she's served her purpose playing spy~"

Fiona mused aloud with a smirk, her tail swishing behind her.

"Yes, she is quite a fun toy to play with," Zim chuckled in amusement, "But now that she's on her way, we should help round up all these pig-smellies that we don't actually want free. Then we can head back to base to celebrate~"

"Mmm, I love how you think, dirty little space bug~" Fiona laughed, the two running off to start capturing prisoners.

Meanwhile, Zita made her way through the woods until she got back to Robotropolis' city limits. Once there, she grabbed a sweatshirt off of a house's clothesline to cover up her prison jumpsuit and hide her face, and made her way towards her cell's safe house. While steeling herself, remembering the rewards that awaited her if she pulled this off, and punishment that would be her fate if she failed.

At the thought of her skin becoming metal, she gave a shiver before frantically knocking at the door, "Open up, open up, for God's sake, open up!" She called, putting as much fear and desperation as she could into her voice, "The mothman looms over the bug at midnight!" She called out, remembering that ridiculous password Dib had set up, "Please, it's me!"

The door opened to reveal Steve standing there, with Viera and Keef visibly poking out from the other end of the hallway behind him.

"Zita? Holy shit, where have you been?!" Steve exclaimed.

"Where's it look like?" Zita snapped, pulling back the sweatshirt to show off the prison uniform, "Now let me in before someone sees me!"

At that, Steve stepped aside quickly, letting the girl in before closing the door, with Zita bending over and panting while giving off nervous twitches.

"Zita... how... are you okay?" Viera questioned in concerned confusion to the other girl, only to find Zita suddenly flinging herself into her arms, crying.

"They... they... sob... sob..." With Zita doing her best to call up any sad or bad thought she could think of to convince them she was breaking down in tears. Which meant she couldn't think about what Zim and Fiona had done to her, because in her now-broken mind, any bad feelings she'd had early on were wrong and didn't matter compared to how good being their pet felt. So, she shoved that aside to instead think about any negative memories she'd had in the past - pets or relatives dying, crushes turning her down, not getting the birthday presents she wanted as a little kid, anything that would make her feel bad and bring tears forward.

Fortunately for her cover, this worked, and soon she was sobbing in Viera's arms as she was guided towards a couch to sit down on, the rest of the cell gathering around them.

"Shh, it's okay Zita... it's okay... you're safe now," Viera assured her, holding her close as Gretchen approached with a blanket that they wrapped around Zita.

"What happened?" Dib asked, standing in front of the couch with his own concerned look, "When we didn't hear word from you after not showing up at the emergency meeting point, we assumed the worst, so how are you..."

He trailed off, only for Zita to give off a loud sob, "The... sob... prison camp... was attacked... I... sob... managed to get away... but they... sob... God, the things they did to me!"

The others all winced, looks of horror in their eyes and none of them willing to ask for further details. They'd all heard the same stories she had, after all.

"I... managed to get away... I ran and ran until I got to the city... then I remembered this place... I'm so happy to see you all," she said around sobs, adding a slightly manic and desperate tone to her voice.

"We're happy to see you too, Zita," Keef told her, with his best comforting grin.

"Yeah, we're glad you're okay," Dib added, though he had a thoughtful scowl.

"And you look exhausted... let's get you into a room to rest," Gretchen intoned as she gently helped Zita stand with Viera.

"Sob... thank you... guys... sob... I... don't know what I'd do without you," Zita sounded out weakly, "I'm just... sob... happy the nightmare's over... and sob... that small green demon... isn't here... sob."

"Green demon...? Wait, Zim was there?!" Dib exclaimed.

"Yeah, he was in charge," Zita replied with a shiver that everyone assumed was from fear, but was actually from the arousal of remembering the things he'd done to her.

"Grr, figures that alien menace would get a kick out of torturing prisoners... probably looking for some lab rats for some sick twisted experiments too," Dib muttered, scowling, only to let out a flinch as Steve stomped on his foot.

"Dude! Time and place!" His friend hissed, nodding his head over into Zita's direction, with Dib giving a wince at remembering his friend and fellow rebel's current state, and what horror she'd likely been experiencing.

"Ah, right... sorry," he said, awkwardly clearing his throat, "Why don't you girls take her to clean up and find a room for her to sleep in?"

"That sounds good..." Zita muttered, which was admittedly true. The only bathing she'd gotten during her captivity had been Fiona and Zim spraying her with a hose whenever they'd gotten tired of how she smelled. So an actual hot bath or shower sounded like Heaven even in her mind-broken state, she thought as Gretchen and Viera gently guided up to the second floor bathroom, while the boys stayed behind with worried looks.

"We need to make sure she wasn't followed," Before Dib spoke up, addressing Steve and Keef.

"You think that's likely?" Steve asked, even as he and Keef moved to follow Dib to the door.

"I hope not, but I'm not taking any chances," Dib replied, "None of us want to get caught at all, but with the condition Zita's in, the shock of it happening right after she got away might just kill her."

He said with a genuine expression of worry and anger at Zita's condition, living proof of the kinda hell Robotnik, Zim, and all those other bastards in the Regime put people through... even his own father... and the reason why he rebelled in the first place. He wanted to stop this sort of thing from happening, to free people from the fear of being locked away for petty reasons and made someone's plaything.

Shaking his head to get rid of those intrusive thoughts, he turned to face his friends.

"Come on, let's do a sweep of the perimeter to make sure we're still secure," he said.

"You got it!"

"You can count on me!" Steve and Keef replied back with salutes.

"And if we're clear, we can discuss how to help Zita later with the girls after she's getting some sleep," Dib told them with a worried scowl, hoping that Zita would be strong enough to move past this trauma and that they could all help her do so.

Though as insensitive as it might be, a part of him also couldn't help but wonder if she gained any valuable information while she was a prisoner.

 But, he'd figure out a gentle way to get that out of her later. For now, he had a security check to do.

 (A couple weeks later)

"Are you sure you're okay for this?" Viera asked, giving Zita a worried frown.

"It's just a supply run, I'll be back before sunset, honest," Zita replied with a reassuring grin, "And honestly, I need to get out and get some fresh air. Staying cooped up all the time... it's not helping."

"Okay, if you're sure. Just be careful," Viera said, giving Zita's shoulder a squeeze, causing the other girl to nod at her before turning and walking out of the house. Once out on the street, she walked through the city until she found her way to the house she now knew was the top layer of Zim's base, and let herself in.

"Ah, there you are, pet," Zim said from where he was laying on the couch, head in Fiona's lap as they watched TV, "Zim was beginning to worry you were stupid enough to try and not come back."

 "Ah, no! Never, Master!" Zita denied, shaking her head while looking over at the two with nothing but devotion and desire, "My loyalty and body are yours and Mistress' alone!" Zita told them with an eager nod, with Fiona giving a snort.

"Don't forget the Regime and Robotnik, don't want him thinking our pet's a traitor, after all~" She told her, with her tone actually half-serious, as she knew any disloyalty in the ranks was something Robotnik took quite seriously, and as example what he did to his own brother; betrayal and treason were dealt with harshly.

Last thing they needed was him believing Zim was planning a coup of some kind.

 "Ah, yes, that too, mistress," Zita added quickly, "And I'm sorry that I wasn't able to come back sooner, but I needed Dib and the others to believe that I was dealing with the trauma from being captured and escaping until they thought I was ready to leave the house on my own."

"Hmm, and anything to report on your friends' actions now that you're back with them?" Zim asked, sitting up to face her directly.

"Ah, yes actually!" Zita said, going stiff as she made her report, "We've managed to make contact with my Uncle Bill, who while not disclosing his location as of now for security reasons, has agreed to do his best to supply us and pass along word of any information outside of Robotropolis while we, uh, they act as eyes and ears inside the capital."

Zita explained nervously, hoping this information pleased them as her mind went to said uncle.

"Uncle Bill?" Zim repeated in confusion, the isekai soul racking his memories of canon. Zita was a minor character, and he knew nothing about her family. And he only knew one IZ character named Bill, but could it be...?

"Yeah, my uncle was part of some government group before Doctor Robotnik took over, and started plotting against him when he did, before eventually going outright renegade when he got uncovered," Zita explained, brow furrowing in thought, "He was always kind of a paranoid conspiracy theorist, according to my parents, so I guess he couldn't stand living in an actual dictatorship."

...Okay, that was definitely the same Bill from the Career Day episode, Zim thought. Interesting to have them be related here.

"Hmm, I'll have to check with our records to learn more about this uncle of yours and why I haven't heard of him before," Zim mused, "My predecessors in running security must not have deemed him a worthy threat... but regardless, this is good, now you can keep tabs on him for us too. Well done, pet. Anything else?"

 "Well for starters, Viera's apparently getting desperate and has taken her interest in the supernatural to a whole new obsessive level," Zita said with a snort, rolling her eyes, "She's managing to get her hands on some old antique tomes and is apparently looking for something called a spelldrive," she admitted, just shaking her belief, "All in the effort to learn magic."

She reported, staring over at Zim and Fiona, "I think those warp rings that were in the possession of the Acorn family and were used to commence the Great Evacuation have her believing magic is an actual thing!"

 Zim narrowed an eye in thought, pondering if the magic side of the IZ and Sonic universes actually had manifested here (and hell, Transformers had a bit of mysticism at times, too), while Fiona stroked her chin in thought.

"I dunno, I've heard plenty of old legends from back home that older Mobians swear are true," she mused, glancing at Zim, "Should we look into this?"

"I'll run it by Robotnik," Zim said with a nod, "What else, pet?"

 "Eh, well, before the moron tried to recruit his sister, I overheard him telling Viera and Steve that he managed to hide and secure something in some kinda storage locker safe he hid somewhere," Zita reported, thinking back to a conversation she managed to eavesdrop on, "But whatever it is, he's pretty tightlipped about it, though it sounded important."

She explained with pursed lips, wishing she could tell Master and Mistress more. She squirmed slightly under their gazes as they considered what she'd said, hoping that she hadn't disappointed them, and sighed in relief when they nodded.

"Hmm, not a bad report for her first time," Zim mused, "Don't you think so, my mate?"

"Not bad, she gave us some stuff to look into," Fiona said, before smirking, "So, should we reward her?"

"Indeed~" Zim chuckled, making his clothes disappear with the press of a button, "Come over here and suck your master's cock, slut."

 "YES! THANK YOU, MASTER!" Zita called out eagerly, throwing aside all of her dignity as she quickly stripped down before practically launching herself forward and wasted no time in taking her master's glorious green cock into her mouth, "GLRT, GLRT, GLRT!"

 "Hehe, ah, I love how eager we've made you, pet~" Zim groaned in delight as Zita sucked him off, only to cut off as Fiona pulled his head back to face her.

"Let the bitch do her job, and focus on pleasing me, mister," she commanded, having pulled her clothes off when he wasn't looking.

"Hmm, gladly!" Zim laughed, leaning down to start sucking on her tits.

 With the room and base soon echoing with moans and screams of pleasure as well as skin hitting against skin, both Zim and Fiona content that they'd got not only an agent on the inside, but an eager willing pet to serve their desires.

(Flashback end)

And considering Zita was currently eating out Fiona while being pounded away by Zim, it was an arrangement that had only gotten better over the past two years, and not just in Fiona and Zita's breast size each going up a cup~

"Mmm, that's it pet, eat me out~ Eat me out while your master pounds your cunt!" Moaned Fiona, while pushing Zita face into her pussy and squeezing/kneading her B-Cup breasts at the same time.

 "Ah, ah, ah, yes mistress! Whatever you want!" Zita yelled happily.

Looking back, she couldn't believe she'd ever resisted this. It was perfection and bliss, and she'd do whatever it took to make sure that it never ended!

 A feeling that Fiona shared. She had a powerful position in the Regime, and regular supply of amazing sex~ And honestly, compared to living on the streets or fighting for a hopeless cause, why would she give up power or sex for something as stupid as freedom?

As far as the girls were concerned, they embraced their roles in this world order, and would crush anyone who tried to take it away from them.

 And as for the isekai soul in Zim's body, he couldn't be happier. He was in the body of his all-time favorite fictional character, a position of authority that let him do practically anything he wanted, and two sexy bitches to fuck (with the possibility of getting more). What more could he want?

Yes, they all thought for their own reasons. This was paradise~