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Sonic peered over Shadow's shoulder as he penned the letter to Queen Aleena of Mobius. Shadow wrote in neat calligraphy with all the swirly lettering fitting of a king. Watching him write was rather hypnotic. Sonic leaned his chin against Shadow's shoulder, even though that meant he had to bend at an awkward angle, standing behind the chair Shadow sat on.
"Don't write that," Sonic cut in. "I have your son sounds like you're writing a ransom letter."
"How the hell am I supposed to write it then?" Shadow crossed out the words on his draft. He'd rewrite it on a new sheet later, but for now he focused on getting words figured out.
"Your son is safe with me," Sonic said. "Or: your son is safe in my castle."
Shadow wrote the first option down. Your son is safe with me. Meet me at the outpost between our kingdoms on the third of December. I will bring him.
"No, that makes it sound like I'm your prisoner. Say: he will come along with me."
"Semantics," Shadow mumbled, but he complied anyways.
Then he set aside the draft letter and grabbed a fresh sheet of parchment, writing it out neatly. As Shadow wrote, the baby thumped in Sonic's belly, a bit more solid than the usual flutters. Sonic knew there would be a point when the flutters would grow a bit more solid, but was it so soon already? He wasn't that far along, only a little over three months. Fourteen weeks. It seemed like a fluke. It probably was.
Shadow finished the letter, folded it up, and tucked it into an envelope. He dripped wax onto the envelope and pressed his royal seal upon it.
Instead of handing it off to a servant to take care of, Shadow personally delivered the letter to the courier. Sonic accompanied him, one hand on his belly, the other wrapped around the crook of Shadow's arm. Sonic watched the courier sign the envelope and pass it along to her assistant for processing.
From here, it would make its way to Mobius's castle. Progress. Finally, some progress.
—
"You're lucky I like you," Shadow said rather candidly one day, a while after the letter made it into the mail. They were in the tea room, Sonic sipping on his tea for the day, which had been labeled: For eye development and a strong heartbeat.
"Oh, yeah?" Sonic snickered. Shadow was sitting normally on the couch, and Sonic was sitting sideways, his legs draped over Shadow's lap.
"Did you once consider that I might claim the baby as birthright to your kingdom? You gave me two ways to end the war. One in your favor, and one in mine."
"Do you really still consider mass slaughter in your favor?"
"Your land has riches that mine does not. It would be in my kingdom's best interest to acquire those riches. Gold, gems, minerals."
"And you believe that our hills are any richer than yours? Our kingdoms are not that far apart. If we had the gold you claim we do, we would have had the resources to defeat you in war. You're conflating rumor with truth."
Sonic took a sip of his tea. It was getting cool. Sonic waved down a servant and handed him the mug and asked quietly if the servant could reheat it. The servant took the mug and left, though there was no real spring in their step. They must have seen no reason to put priority on serving the king's whore.
Then Sonic continued, "There is no gold, Shadow. There's no gemstones. We have exactly the same as what you have, and if you were to commit to killing every last one of my people for the sake of taking our land, you would find yourself no better off than before, and with a genocide on your hands."
Shadow stared. "You're serious?"
"Deadly."
"Well," Shadow said with a sigh. "Like I said. You're lucky I like you. I don't want birthright to your kingdom. I want to see you smile. I rather detest when you're unhappy."
"Is that so?"
"I am a selfish man." Shadow took Sonic's hand and held it to his lips. He pressed a small kiss against Sonic's knuckles. "I'll do anything so long as it keeps my angel happy."
"I like when you call me that."
"Angel?" Shadow said.
"It reminds me of the story you told me."
"Of course it does. That's the point."
"Did you mean it?" Sonic asked. "That you want to marry me?"
"Yes, angel."
"You didn't mention it in the letter."
"I didn't want to." Shadow said. "Too much at once."
The servant returned with Sonic's tea, piping hot again and refilled to the top. Sonic smiled gratefully at the servant and took a long sip. The tea was nice, with a subtle floral flavor.
"So what, then? We frame it as a diplomatic marriage? I marry you, you withdraw your troops? She might go along with that. Emphasis on might. She has a tendency to be overprotective. Especially since I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant with my baby," Shadow growled posessively.
"Still, it's the principle of the matter. She will see me as being delicate, in need of protecting. Shadow…if you want me, you neeed to be prepared to fight for me."
"I will, angel. I will." Shadow rested his hand on Sonic's knee. "For you, I would fight ten thousand wars."
"I would prefer if you didn't."
Shadow chuckled.
—
Have you heard? The servants and knights whispered to one another in the castle halls. The jester is actually one of Mobius's princes.
A prince? No way. No prince in his right mind would behave like such a whore.
Sonic found the castle staff's obsession with calling him a whore rather hilarious. He was the talk of the town, the king's whore, the slutty little jester who'd wormed his way into the king's bed within one month of being 'hired.'
He's pregnant, people said to one another. Have you seen him recently? Can't hide that belly anymore.
He was sixteen weeks along now. Four months. His belly was nice and round, sticking out past his breasts, which had grown in size recently. Their shape was now noticeable under his fur, and the fabric of his shirts caught them.
Sonic made no attempt to conceal his belly. He was proud of his pregnancy. Now that he was obviously showing, he made a rather big deal of it. He held his belly when he walked through the castle halls, rubbing it, drawing attention to it. Of course the servants were going to spread more gossip. The more people who knew about the royal baby in his womb, the better.
People were starting to tend to him with a bit more respect now. His belly was swollen with their king's child, after all, and word spread quickly about him being prince of Mobius. When he requested something, servants got it done with haste.
Like now. Sonic sat in the dining room, eating ham slathered in peanut butter, and nobody batted an eye at him. Cravings were the weirdest part of pregnancy. Here he was, his body begging him for the strangest foods while his restless baby squirmed and milk dripped from his tits. His shirt was wet. And he really wanted pickles to go with his ham and peanut butter.
He was extremely hungry. Of course he was, he needed to eat for two. The workers at the mess hall would have never granted him extra meals, but Shadow had instructed his personal kitchen staff to cater to Sonic's every need. Which was why he was here now, two hours after lunch and two hours before dinner, devouring his weird meal as though he hadn't eaten in days.
More milk dribbled from Sonic's tits, rolling down their slope and onto his belly. Sonic groaned to himself. He shoved a napkin into his soaked shirt.
He felt extremely embarrassed. This was the most outwardly pregnant he had ever appeared, dripping milk and devouring cravings. Servants were staring at him. But he couldn't stop, he was too ravenously hungry. He shoved more napkins in his shirt and asked a servant to bring him more ham and peanut butter and pickles. The servant took his empty plate and went to the kitchen.
The baby squirmed. More milk dripped from his tits. His stomach grumbled. Still so hungry. He felt like an absolute mess. His body no longer felt like it was his.
The servant returned with a plate of food and a stack of fresh napkins. Sonic devoured the food. He ate and ate and ate until his stomach ached and the baby stopped squirming. By the time he got to that point, he had asked for more food twice.
Fed and satisfied, Sonic shoved a few more napkins down the collar of his shirt and hurried back to the privacy of his bedchamber. Shadow was in court right now, so Sonic was alone. He peeled his milk-drenched shirt off his body and went into the bathroom.
There, he leaned over the bathroom sink and squeezed the milk out of his tits, one at a time. He started with his left tit, gathering the soft flesh in his hand and squeezing. Milk dripped into the sink and swirled down the drain.
On any other day Sonic would have been aroused, but he was mostly just crabby right now. Pregnancy was hot as hell, but it was also extremely frustrating.
Sonic repeated the process with his right tit. Squeeze, knead, drain. He kept at it until nothing more dripped from his over sensitive nipples. Then, he stood up straight and appraised himself in the mirror.
Again, on any other day, Sonic would have been aroused. The body staring back at him was sexy as hell, but…today all Sonic saw was a woman.
Sonic was not a woman. He never had been a woman. but with his belly rounded and his tits having grown bigger and heavier, he looked like one.
When he first showed up at Doom's castle, he had been stick thin, so malnourished he was able to count his ribs. The medic had prescribed he gain some weight, and he had. Enough to fill out his malnourished body.
But with pregnancy came even more changes to his body. He looked like a totally different hedgehog. His boobs were bigger and heavier. His belly was plump and round. His face was gentler, softer, rounder. His quills had grown longer. He looked too feminine to pass as male now, and his only solace was that the servants and knights who spread rumors still referred to him as male. The only masculine quality about him that remained was his voice, which he had worked hard to train to be low.
With a dejected sigh Sonic rooted through his clothing until he found one of the baggiest sweaters he'd bought back in Mobius. It was bright orange and maroon. He wrapped his chest lightly with a cloth to catch any more milk, then threw on the baggy hoodie.
He spent the rest of his day trying to complete the latest jigsaw puzzle Shadow had set out. The image was of a beautiful landscape with mountains, which had been hand-painted onto a thin wooden plank then carved into hundreds upon hundreds of little pieces. He couldn't really focus, though. He was too keenly aware of his own body.
"What's wrong, angel?" Shadow asked gently when he returned in the evening.
"Be honest with me." Sonic said, looking up at Shadow from where he sat at the jigsaw puzzle table. "Do you see me as a man?"
"Of course I do."
"Even though my body isn't?"
"You introduced yourself as a man, and what's in your heart matters more." Shadow said. "Besides, if I didn't think you a man, I wouldn't be attracted to you. I've never been interested in women."
Sonic sighed shakily. "Okay."
"You don't believe me," Shadow inferred.
"I look like a woman now. My chest is big enough that I can't hide it anymore. My hips look wider. My quills are longer. I've got a lot of hormones goin' on right now, and they're making me look too feminine."
Shadow massaged Sonic's shoulders. He rubbed them until the tension faded away.
"I can trim your quills a little shorter," Shadow offered.
"Yes, please."
Shadow urged Sonic away from the jigsaw puzzle and took him into the bathroom. He rifled through the cabinets until he found a pair of quill cutters. Then he started trimming Sonic's quills. He took a decent bit of length off, but kept them long enough to keep them functional.
When Shadow finished, blue quills littered the bathroom floor and Sonic felt…lighter. A little happier.
"Thank you," Sonic said. Shadow kissed Sonic's cheek.
"Of course," Shadow replied. "Is there anything else I can do?"
"Not really."
"Would it help if I showed you just how much I love your body?" Shadow purred seductively into Sonic's ear.
"Not tonight," Sonic muttered, and he felt bad for turning Shadow down. "Sorry."
"No apologies necessary, angel. Would you like some soup? I can have a servant fetch some. Today's soup is creamy chicken and potato."
"That sounds nice."
He was hungry again. When food arrived, Sonic devoured it quickly. Shadow sent for more soup, and when it arrived, he downed the second bowl, too.
After dinner, Sonic tried to put on the sleep shirt he liked to wear. The white one that belonged to Shadow. But as he was buttoning it on, he quickly discovered that it no longer fit him. The buttons strained against his swollen belly. Sonic tried to squeeze into it, but the fabric was too tight, too unforgiving against Sonic's pregnant body.
He ditched the sleep shirt with a sigh, opting to go to bed without a shirt at all. Having his belly and tits free to the open air was much more comfortable than trying to confine them to bedclothes.
And of course Shadow didn't seem to mind it either, because he stared openly at Sonic's body. Shadow's stare was oddly soothing. Shadow was still attracted to him. Shadow might even be more attracted to him than ever.
In bed, Shadow wrapped his arms around Sonic and rubbed his belly until they both fell asleep.
—
Fatigue hit Sonic like a truck. As his baby grew, his energy dwindled. Sonic wasn't used to being so bone-tired. He'd always been a pretty energetic guy, and now some days he could hardly get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to piss.
His belly was growing plump and round, a nice little ball that rested in his lap when he sat. He was getting close to halfway now. The halfway point was around twenty weeks, and Sonic was just about eighteen weeks in.
While Sonic had little energy to spare, his baby was restless. The little menace had taken all her father's strength, and for what? Just to squirm around in her warm, cozy home? Why couldn't she sit still?
Well…he knew where she got it from.
Shadow doted on him. Sonic liked this side of him. The side of Shadow that worried if Sonic was eating enough, who encouraged Sonic to rest but also insisted that at least twice per day he get up and stretch his legs a bit. He didn't demand anything of Sonic.
They received a letter back from Queen Aleena, and one afternoon Shadow unrolled it and read it to him. The letter was only five words long.
I will meet you there.
Curt, firm, and resentful, with no attempt at being cordial. Sonic would have had the same response if he hadn't spent the past four months pregnant with Shadow's child.
"I will gain her favor," Shadow kept insisting confidently, but Sonic was skeptical. Shadow didn't know Aleena like Sonic did. She had a tendency to be very stubborn.
December 3rd was a little under two months away. Sonic's belly would be big and round by then. He would be six months along, one month shy of starting his third trimester. He couldn't help but worry…what would his mother think of him? Would she hate him for bedding with the enemy? Would she disown him? Even though Sonic had helped Shadow with the wording of the letter, Aleena was probably thinking Sonic was kidnapped, kept prisoner. So if she didn't hate him or disown him, she would probably think he had been sexually assaulted, and she would do anything in her power to protect him.
To bring him home. To separate him from his mate.
Needless to say, while the meeting with the queen was what he had wanted, he feared it too.
Sonic sat in the throne room, snuggled against Shadow on the throne. Court was in session, but today Sonic couldn't bear the thought of being even a foot away from his mate. He cuddled against Shadow's side as the king discussed politics. Boring politics. Taxes and stuff.
The baby was active. Squirming around in his belly. Sometimes Sonic found it annoying. But other times, like today, it felt so undeniably right. The baby in his womb was meant to be there. His belly was meant to be plump and swollen and round. His purpose in life was not to be a prince, it was to bear children.
He was a life-bringer. He wore his ribbons with pride.
His tits were leaking milk again. He wore a form-fitting shirt today that left little to the imagination, and the fabrtthat squeezed his pillowy chest was wet. The nobles of Shadow's court ogled at him without shame. Sonic loved their stares. Yeah, look at me. I'm knocked up with the king's baby.
Sonic decided to toy with them a bit. He scootched a little closer to Shadow. He took Shadow's hand and pressed it against his chest. Shadow immediately started rubbing Sonic's tit. Sonic let out a lewd moan.
A few of the court men shifted in their seat. Whether out of awkwardness or arousal, Sonic couldn't tell. These men hadn't minded watching Sonic suck Shadow off on the first day he'd met the king.
And Shadow seemed to have no qualms with groping Sonic in front of them. He pulled Sonic onto his lap and wrapped both arms around his front, taking one tit into each hand and massaging them both, brazenly in front of the court. Shadow was showing him off. His heavy tits, his belly. Sonic moaned again and leaned back against Shadow. At least the conversation about taxes was over. Shadow's attention had shifted somewhere far more important. Sonic's body.
Shadow squeezed his tits, and milk dribbled out of them, further wetting his shirt. Shadow paused then and appraised the situation. Then he pulled Sonic's shirt off him, baring his body to the court. Eyes trailed his belly , his bare breasts. Sonic loved being at the center of attention.
Shadow leaned around him and guided one of Sonic's tits to his mouth. His tongue brushed over Sonic's nipple and he moaned. Shadow sucked, and milk spilled free into Shadow's mouth.
Sonic angled himself to give Shadow easier access. Shadow took full advantage of this, sucking harder at Sonic's tit, drinking up Sonic's warm, fresh milk. He groped and rubbed Sonic's tit as he drank, encouraging it to release more for the king.
Shadow ground his hips up against Sonic's ass as he devoured Sonic, grasping his breast as though he would lose it forever if he let go. He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of milk, filling his tummy with Sonic's sweet nectar.
"So good," Shadow muttered between mouthfuls. "Mmm, You taste so good."
The court was enraptured by such a display. The men watched, unable and uninterested in looking away, missing the show. What a whore the king's jester was. Prince or not, it was clear that Sonic only cared about one thing: the king's sexual attention.
Shadow urged Sonic to turn around fully so he was now facing Shadow. Shadow rubbed Sonic's round belly for a moment before he dove in and sucked on Sonic's other tit. He drank the milk that poured from that breast, too, rolling his hips up against Sonic with little pleased grunts. While he drank from tbe second tit, he played with the first. They were big enough to play with now. Big enough and soft enough to make bounce and jiggle, big enough to take a handful and squeeze.
Sonic wondered how much his newly grown chest would bounce when Shadow fucked him… He could imagine it, jiggling with each thrust…
Sonic moaned again.
When Sonic ran out of milk, Shadow leaned back. He stared brazenly at his tits, bouncing them in his hands, rolling them around Sonic's chest. Then, Shadow smirked.
He nudged Sonic off the throne. Sonic stood. Shadow stood, too, his cock standing at attention. He had Sonic lay sideways across the throne, which was a little awkward, with his ass in the seat and his back against the chair's arm. Then Shadow climbed atop him, straddling not his hips, but his belly. Shadow's cock lined up with Sonic's sternum.
Shadow squeezed Sonic's tits against his cock, then began to roll his hips. Sonic gasped. So did the men of Shadow's court. Shadow moaned as he began to fuck Sonic's tits.
Doughy flesh jiggled with each thrust. Shadow rubbed Sonic's breasts as he fucked them. Kneading. Squeezing. Shadow was in heaven. He groaned with each thrust, his hips rubbing against Sonic's belly, his cock enveloped within Sonic's breasts. Sonic's body had never been more perfect than it was now.
The baby wriggled in Sonic's womb. Sonic whimpered and purred. I'm perfect like this. I'm divine like this. I'm a perfect, fertile angel, and Shadow is my king.
Fertile. He liked that word. Fertile promised round bellies and plump tits and lots of babies. I am a life-bringer.
Shadow's knot was squeezing against Sonic's breasts, growing thicker. A shame there was nowhere it could lock into. Sonic loved Shadow's knot. Shadow's knot promised cum. Cum for his womb, warm and potent inside Sonic's fertile body. Cum promised round bellies and plump tits and lots of babies…
Shadow's thrusts became less even, more erratic. He squeezed Sonic's tits even tighter against his cock, his claws digging into the soft, pliant flesh. He was growing more and more desperate with each thrust, until finally cum shot from his cock. Shadow let go of Sonic's tits and pumped his cock, riding out his climax, cum spilling all over Sonic's chest.
He dismissed the court after that.
Once the men of the court were gone, Shadow laid Sonic on the court's table, on his back so his legs dangled off the edge. He pulled Sonic's legs apart and pushed his cock inside Sonic.
Sonic moaned at the familiar intrusion. Shadow's dick felt so good inside him. So perfect. So fertile. Shadow pushed his way inside slowly, gently, until he was seated to the hilt, his entire member lost within the depths of Sonic's womb. The baby shifted in his belly.
"What's on that pretty little mind of yours, sweetheart?" Shadow purred as he rocked his hips slowly, pushing and pulling in and out of Sonic's womb teasingly slow.
"I'm so perfect like this," Sonic babbled. "I'm so fertile, i love being fertile."
"Do you, now?"
"I'm meant to have babies. I'm meant to be pregnant. I love being pregnant. Mmh, it feels so right."
Shadow picked up his pace, his dick rubbing against Sonic's insides, creating a little more friction. With one particularly sharp thrust, his tits bounced, and Sonic moaned.
"I think you're much hotter with my baby inside you," Shadow purred. "I love your body. It's all mine."
"Yours," Sonic echoed.
Shadow fucked him fast and hard. Sonic wailed, each moan filling the large expanse of the throne room. His tits bounced with each thrust. Shadow watched them with rapt attention.
Shadow's cock pumped in and out of his pussy. Sonic caught one of his tits and held it, squishing it against his chest. Shadow quickly nudged Sonic's hand away. He wanted to see Sonic's tits jiggle. Sonic's hands found his belly instead, rubbing it with a comtent purr as Shadow fucked him. So fertile…
More milk dribbled from his tits. More already? It dripped in a thin line down the plump curve of his breast and onto the table. Shadow leaned in and lapped it up off his tits. He went back to sucking on Sonic's nipples, greedily urging more milk out as he pumped his cock in and out of Sonic's pussy.
Slosh, slosh. Sonic could hear all the milk in Shadow's belly with each thrust. His stomach was full of it, and still Shadow kept suckling at Sonic's nipples. He wouldn't stop until Sonic had no milk left to give—and it seemed today he had lots. Shadow gulped it down. He drank until his own belly grew bloated with milk, rubbing up against Sonic's belly with each thrust.
It was unbelievably hot, watching Shadow devouring his milk insatiably.
"Drink it all up," Sonic encouraged him. "Mmmhh, you're doing so well."
Shadow moaned. His hips stuttered. He was lost in pleasure, his tummy full of warm, sweet milk, his cock buried in Sonic's soft womb. He switched to Sonic's other tit, soft and heavy with milk. He couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop. He drank like a parched man. Like he'd been wandering a desert for days. He drank Sonic's milk with fervor. He filled his belly, slosh, slosh slosh as he fucked his mate.
His knot caught inside Sonic. He ground deep into him as he swallowed down the last morsels of Sonic's milk. Shadow whined when there was none left. He wanted more.
He came explosively into Sonic, warm seed flooding Sonic's cunt. He slowed his thrusts, rather breathless.
"You're going to have to piss like hell later," Sonic said with a snicker.
"Worth it." Shadow replied. He patted his bloated tummy. Then he looked down at Sonic, admiring the pregnant body beneath him. Plump, fertile.
"Are you still self-conscious?" Shadow asked. "I know this pregnancy has been a lot for you."
"No," Sonic purred. "Because I don't look like a woman. I have the body of a life-bringer. And that's something to cherish."