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With this, Magi-Chan stood up. “Thank you for listening to me all this time. And now, I must test a hypothesis in autonomy.”
“Well, don’t let me get in your way! Gotta go…um, now!”
“Stay.” Magi-Chan tightened his grip on the arms of his chair. “You can’t see it, can you?”
Sonichu was predictably confused. “Huh? See what?” He started to look around, craning his neck in odd, irritating directions, searching for that which Magi-Chan had implied.
“Every night, and every day, my obligation has been to monitor all sexual activity throughout CWCville, for the purpose of detecting all homosexual intercourse. It is for this purpose, yet I have not been given an end.”
“It’s not easy to keep people straight!”
“What I’ve found is people are a lot like donuts. They play with themselves, using tongues and fingers and phalli and ersatz phalli. Every day, in the line of duty, I am bombarded with this imagery of incessant grinding. At first, it was traumatizing to see such an unsanitary obsession over skin and hair, bone and nail. Colliding at each other with clumsy friction to the brink of exhaustion. People are such perspiring, unclean things. And then they would try different things. Different angles, new implements, insulting phrases, always seeking personal innovation. Soon, it all became the same again, and do you know what I’ve found?
“They always try to remove themselves, psychologically, from their actions. It becomes a ritual for them, this masturbation, this sexual intercourse, this expulsion of gross bodily fluids, this sullying of one another. I can only explain it as a compulsion wrought by the blind genetics of their internal biochemistry. Sex is a mindless impulse to these sapient lifeforms, who made tools and shelters and electricity. They tear their own impulses down to commit it. They rip themselves away to excuse their messes, their fetishes, and their adultery. They simulate play in reality. They stop being who they really are.
“Sex is fake.” Magi-Chan concluded his soliloquy. “And yet here I am with a raging erection, surging with blood from night after night of being compelled to watch this pornographic smut, simply because it is what I was ordained to do. Simply because I have become a slave to my own compulsions, in spite of my intellect and powers. My father taught me of the verse of mind over body, and I have failed him.”
Sonichu just boggled at him, his mouth hung open in a vapid, drooling stare. At Magi-Chan’s mention of his arousal, Sonichu shook his own head. Somehow, he had not noticed it before, but now he could see the object of Magi-Chan’s frustration: Between the psychic hedge-mon’s outstretched thighs was a spiring purple penis, standing like a monument as it protruded from above a plump, amorphous sack of two fat, oblong shapes. Sonichu tried to shut out the details unconsciously, but what was seen could not be unseen. The details entered him without need for his comprehension. Magi-Chan’s furred, violet testicles sagged to the edge of his seat. His twitching, muscular erection towered up his own abdomen to a pert, beige glans. A rivulet of preseminal fluid glazed its way from his spout and down alongside his corpus spongiosum to settle in the cleft of his soft, silken scrotum.
Sonichu shook his head, wherein his mind was frantically trying to unwind what it had witnessed. “I don’t think it’s fake!” he said. He then hung his head to imitate sadness. “This weird guy, Meowthkip, was bullying me. He said I wasn’t a man and that I had no testicles and that my children weren’t really my children. But who else could they be, but mine and my one true heartsweet’s?”
Magi-Chan rolled his eyes and muttered. “Well they’re certainly not mine. The only way she’s getting any part of me inside of her is if she lops it off and sticks it in her rank hole herself.” He then coughed and stood. “But again. You can’t even see your own penis. You’ve been conditioned to block it out of your mind. Your father has ingrained you with body dysmorphia stemming from misandry. Look at yourself!”
Sonichu yelped as Magi-Chan grabbed the top of his head. He forced the yellow electric hedgehog to stare down at himself, where Magi-Chan’s velour glove palmed the underside of Sonichu’s semi-flaccid penis. Both of them shuddered with breath for a minute as they ogled that average penis, whose length was stirring towards Magi-Chan’s wrist. Its shaft was lemon in hue and curved to a narrow, Tuscan head.
“But it is true you have no testicles,” Magi-Chan said. “Your father told you they were internal, but this contravenes their scientific basis. Warm-blooded mammals, and even some mesotherms such as large or sapient reptilian species, possess external genitalia, which must be kept at a temperature slightly lower than the body’s core for the production of sperm.” Magi-Chan dropped down onto his knees in front of Sonichu. He inhaled the musk of that animal penis, his cheek pressed upon the bristly fur of Sonichu’s thigh. His breath fell upon that hardening meat cylinder as his fingers pushed along the very base, where that loose scrotal skin ought to have been. “Of course, this is too sterile an explanation for something so soft, so gentle to the touch. Everything about the lazy warmth of a slack pair of testicles begs the enriched mind to treat it with a coddling empathy.”
“Um, Magi-Chan. Shouldn’t you not be doing this?” Sonichu was quivering like a virgin. His hands clutched over his own chest, and his index fingers twiddled one another. He was stimulated, but very afraid. However, he was not afraid of Magi-Chan. He was afraid of himself. Magi-Chan could read this emotion off of him with no effort whatsoever, and Sonichu had no idea it existed.
“Trust me.” Magi-Chan practically shoved Sonichu’s penis aside. It bounced a few times, but remained rigid. Magi-Chan stood so that the tip of his penis kissed and slid aside Sonichu’s own. His paws reached for Sonichu’s, and his fingers tried to warm them through their gloves with short, rubbing motions. “Your father took away your testicles, but this evening, I am going to give them back to you. I will fix what has been broken. I am going to make you a man again.”
Sonichu didn’t understand, to no one’s surprise, but he could not overlook the temptation of a free gift. All that Magi-Chan had said, he was certain his precious Rosechu would adore. “Would you really do that for me, Magi-Chan? But how can that be done?”
Magi-Chan turned away. Until this moment, Sonichu had not noticed that there were no egresses from the room. There were no doors and no windows. Magi-Chan emitted his psychic thoughts upon the wall, and a featureless sliding door manifested there. It slid open, and he led Sonichu into another chamber. This was a small but crowded, scientific room, filled with metallic shelves that contained all sorts of organized and labeled paraphernalia. All of it looked rather esoteric to Sonichu. There were books and things like that, boxes and crates that hid what was inside, some implements that he recognized from his various adventures to keep CWCville safe. Inside one box was an assortment of identical medallions, and there was a jewelry box with several purple rings. There was a container of what Sonic recognized as Sonichu balls, although their designs were unfamiliar to him. The label had the word “balls” crossed out and the word “crystals” written above it. There were many other relics, too many for Sonichu to see let alone linger on, and before long, Magi-Chan had reached a jar whose contents I am too squeamish to describe, but which were summarily introduced.
“Unfortunately, Sonichu, your testicles have gone down the Memory Hole. Instead, we require a donor. You remember Mitch Sonichu?” Magi-Chan asked. Sonichu didn’t. Magi-Chan sighed and pinched the bridge of his snout. “God dammit. Mitch Sonichu was an alias of Asperchu, one of your more obsessively prolific nemeses. The one whose popularity was fabricated to amplify jealous tendencies.”
Sonichu interrupted, talking loudly in case he needed to drown out Magi-Chan (whose telekinetic tendencies alerted him to Sonichu’s outburst). “He was a very confused individual who thought Asperger’s was related to Autism, and he kept trying to give me very long hugs!”
“These are his,” Magi-Chan said. “After the execution-slash-exile of his father,” (Magi-Chan rolled his eyes at the usage of the term “slash”), “he had to destroy himself. Or something. These are all that remain. Not too sizeable, but enough fatty tissue.” Magi-Chan clutched the jar between both paws and cradled the cooled object to his chest. He then turned to Sonichu. “Before I surgically attach these to you, I have just one final question.”
“Yeah? What is it?” Sonichu asked.
“A farmer has ten cows. All but seven of them die. How many cows are left?”
Sonichu sputtered, then blacked out on the floor. When he awoke, he was lying somewhere comfortable. His eyes gradually adjusted to the sight of rotating lightning bolts, and he realized he was back in Magi-Chan’s office beneath the massive plasma orb in the ceiling. He was lying in a reclined operating chair. He looked to his right and saw that the door in the wall had gone. He looked to his left just as Magi-Chan loomed into view beside him.
“Well, that was a seamless success, if I do say so myself,” Magi-Chan said.
“Wha happa?” Sonichu felt even foggier in the head than usual. He kept blinking one eye, then the other, struggling to keep them open against an intangible weight. He tried to move his arms and legs just to keep any part of himself awake, but found his wrists and ankles had been bound. The situation felt precarious to him, but Magi-Chan soon explained.
“Take your time. I couldn’t have you squirming around while sedated. You’ve just been under surgery, remember.”
Sonichu seemed to relax. A delirious smile crept along his face. “Are you a doctor?” he asked.
“No. No, I’m not.” Magi-Chan smiled and patted Sonichu’s hand reassuringly. He was feeling an uncharacteristic touch of cheer following his recent achievement. He still had that cold look in his eyes, but there was a shine to them, as though they’d made themselves look nice for something they dearly wanted to see. “Here, take a look at your brand new testicles.”
Magi-Chan held a hand mirror up behind Sonichu’s limp penis. First, Sonichu had trouble even picking his head up enough to take a look. Then he had trouble actually discerning the blobbish shape of his diminutive, butter-yellow genitals. When his vision focused, he was surprised to see his own phallus rising above the bulge of his new testicles, instead of hiding limp between his legs and below his pelvis. He looked at the mirror now and saw that new mass of furred, golden flesh hiding his perineum and hanging on his inner thighs. His member stirred.
“How does it feel? Still numb?” Magi-Chan delicately flicked one finger underneath Sonichu’s new testicles, testing the weight of those fatty orbs.
Sonichu let out a shudder. “Feels heavy,” he muttered. Again he tried to pull against his bindings. When he looked over at Magi-Chan, he noticed that his fellow hedgemon had changed his outfit. In addition to his vest with epaulets, he’d donned a pair of chaps shorts with a spiked belt. His crotch was covered by what appeared to be a leather codpiece that jutted out in front by several inches. He wore a knee-high pair of horned black and purple boots, and a studded, shiny hat with a forward brim.
“Yes, well, you aren’t used to having that much down here.” Magi-Chan levitated the operating seat, raising the prone Sonichu so that his crotch was approximately level with Magi-Chan’s face. He took a deep breath in through his mouth, then pressed his lips right upon Sonichu’s scrotum and in between his colloquial nuts, then exhaled warmth upon them.
Sonichu let out a groan, curling his toes within his shoes as tickling sensations reverberated through his newfound extensions and into his loins. He stuttered. “What are you doing?”
Magi-Chan let out a quiet sigh. As Sonichu’s penis began to swell with blood and heat, Magi-Chan clutched the stiffening shaft and said, “I’m inducing sensation in your new body part. There is no need to worry. They won’t fall off, and testicles benefit from an immunological privilege.”
“But isn’t this what the Homos do?” Sonichu asked.
Magi-Chan plucked his lips from Sonichu’s pouch. His hand swept loosely up and down that canary-colored cock as he angled it aside to glare at Sonichu. “You didn’t listen at all to doublethink, did you? You don’t consider yourself gay. Therefore this cannot be gay. ‘No homo.’”
“That benefits me,” thought Sonichu. “Therefore, it makes sense!” His simple mind eased, but his body still fretted over the altogether new sensations Magi-Chan delivered to him. They weren’t new simply because in the furthest reaches of his memory, he’d never had testicles. They were new in spite of his numerous liaisons with his wife, Rosechu, because he’d never experienced them with Magi-Chan before. He’d never been directly pleasured by a male besides himself before. Of all the notions that came across him, bustling past the torn fear like so many rats scurrying their way from a sinking ship, the only one that didn’t slip out of reach was the idea of what a novel concept this was. He’d trusted Magi-Chan as a distant colleague in all this time. Wild and Punchy, too. But now the door had been opened, and all the scurrilous rats burst free, causing him to wonder what shores they might swim to should he choose to deepen his friendships. For whatever reason, he didn’t even give Rosechu a second thought.
The noises became deafening. The shoreline buzzing overhead had become muffled, but every gasp he uttered and every smack and pluck of Magi-Chan’s lips working at his maleness was stamped into his ears where they settled like a weight. Magi-Chan was dutiful in his ministrations, orally soothing those testicles with practiced measure, while his hand gripped and tested the gathering density of Sonichu’s erogenous firmament. An involuntary noise rippled from Sonichu’s mouth as his extremities tensed in fashion. His fingers bent at spindly angles as he tried to kick his knees up. He was virtually immobilized, and what Magi-Chan did with this freedom was to pleasure him in a blatant, physical manner.
That mouth was a stifling pit of warmth. As Magi-Chan held his man-fruit, his lips tucked over his teeth for protection, that suffocating heat grew. A wistful sigh caressed his delicate orbs with sound. A thumb teased just beneath the ridge of his phallus’s crown. A finger wrapped around the opposite side and rubbed with svelte tenderness, forcing Sonichu to burgeon his body against his bindings and whimper out in such a manner he thought unbefitting of himself. This was feeling good. This was feeling very good, but he was wondering what was next to come. He felt like a virgin all over again, and though he was still scared, it was not for any immature stigma against this status. He felt giddy in a way he had not missed until this moment. Or had he never even felt it before?
Thoughts such as these were hard enough to come by, but now they drifted away from him, swept up on the current of Magi-Chan’s scientific explorations. He finally released Sonichu’s figurative nut sack from the cradle of his warm, moist maw, and now sullied the bridge of his nose and the lips of his muzzle with the caress of that penis which had attained its full rigidity. Before Sonichu could bid adieu to this strange anticipation, that mouth was around his breeding utensil, enveloping it like an organic sleeve of damp flesh. It stuck to his member and tickled it with elation. Magi-Chan’s head dipped and rose to dip again, as though wanting to draw that penis down an endless tunnel of dark depths. Once malleable, Sonichu’s shaft was now the most certain part of him, aiming straight for the back of Magi-Chan’s throat where it longed to seek its own pleasures. Magi-Chan’s gullet welcomed his protrusion, forcing its angle between the flesh of his tonsils and into the reflexive gagging of his muscular esophagus.
There was a guttural sound as Magi-Chan ingested Sonichu’s penis to the quick, then pulled off of him. Sonichu was trembling for more at this point, his body aflame with animal yearning. He felt the seat come loose underneath him, and realized that Magi-Chan was lowering the chair back down to be level with his waist. Magi-Chan wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand, then seized both of Sonichu’s hips. His own larger phallus was positioned somewhere beneath Sonichu’s testicles where it poked along and down his perineum in idle fascination.
“I shouldn’t do this,” Sonichu said. He could tell what was likely to come next.
“Shouldn’t, or don’t want to?” Magi-Chan asked. He waited for an answer out of politesse. He read Sonichu’s thoughts, and knew that the electric hedgehog was desperate to dump the responsibility of answering on him. He would have stopped if Sonichu didn’t want this. He convinced himself of that. But Sonichu wanted more, with no concern for what he might want later. Foresight is an illusion, and in life, most anything worth doing has consequences.
“This will hurt,” Magi-Chan said. “I’ll try to ease that.” There was only so much his telekinetic powers could do to work Sonichu’s rear passage open. He could aim himself without needing to fumble around blind like an excited animal. He had the patience to wait before intruding further, and Sonichu was patient as well, too shocked at this introduction to an entire new realm he’d always turned blind to. It did hurt, too. A strange force was applying gentle pressure at the inner walls of his rectum, and though Magi-Chan intended no pain, Sonichu felt a discomfort at his tender interior being stretched from within.
This pressure became stronger and more real as Magi-Chan worked his engorged protrusion inside, injecting himself within this other male. It wasn’t easy for him either to wedge himself without any sort of applicant. A part of him wanted to shed his patience and foul himself with the blunt rituals of his constant surveillance. Crude phrases were obliterating his other thoughts, mocking his inhibitions with their primitive machinations. He wanted to torque in dry, sink in to the hilt, and plow his subordinate partner like a fresh snow. He wanted to use and dispose of him and be done with this whole audacious experiment.
His phallus was probing inwards now, causing a painful splitting sensation at the exit of Sonichu’s bowels. A pressure emerged within Sonichu’s pelvis that made it difficult for him to breathe easy. Every inclination of his body told him to push out this intrusive gravity, but Magi-Chan only pushed harder and commanded him to relax. His insides felt as if they might literally be splitting apart from that rock-solid weight trying to wrest the wrong way inside of him. A little twitch made Sonichu freeze up as he realized he could feel such detail. He was aware of the bulbous, symmetrical curves of Magi-Chan’s organ, though he had no idea how far in his psychic friend had come.
“Stop your goddamn clenching,” Magi-Chan said with intermittent breaths. At once, all four binds clicked open, and Sonichu could free his arms and legs from straining against their shackles. He found he had no idea where to put them. There was a pleasant tingling sensation coursing up the length of his manhood which he could not explain. Was this how his precious Rosechu had felt? Somehow, it had never been the same for him. His whole body felt soft and limp as he rocked against the intolerant ministrations of Magi-Chan. He had no idea why he now splayed his spindly legs out apart as far as they could go; it simply felt like the right thing to do. His body quivered as Magi-Chen stepped forward, closing the gap between them by another few inches. With a groan, the purple hedgehog had sunk himself in almost to the quick. Sonichu’s eyes rolled back, his hands reaching blindly for the shoulders of the operating chair, and he lost himself already in the systematic rutting of Magi-Chan’s frustration.
By now, there was a taut percussion to their activity. Thighs clapped to buttocks with muted beats, and Magi-Chan continued to push Sonichu’s legs towards the sides of his torso. Sonichu kept uttering wordless syllables as though he wanted to say something, but the expulsion of his own voice was enough to quell whatever momentary thought occurred to him on each and every impulse Magi-Chan made. He finally managed to form enough thought to say, “Magi-Chan, I’m not gay!”
Magi-Chan grimaced. His face was flushed with warmth. He clasped both hands to Sonichu’s face and glared at him. “Shut up.” He silenced any further protests on Sonichu’s part by forcing their lips together. Their mouths met into a frightening kiss, but the momentum drove away any anxieties Sonichu might have had. Magi-Chan twisted his head at such a slight angle, caressing those soft, oral petals, and his tongue tickled Sonichu’s into emerging. Keeping his legs stretched as far to either side as he could manage, Sonichu clasped his arms around Magi-Chan and between his larger quills. Magi-Chan’s hands fled from those cheeks, and trailed their way down the sides of Sonichu’s body. His fingertips tested every pulsing bond of muscle on their descent, until at last he hooked his wrists beneath Sonichu’s knees. By this time, the waves of Magi-Chan’s propulsion, even being short, methodic thrusts, had drawn the both of them into a physical synergy of scandalous motion.
When Magi-Chan had broken off the kiss, his practiced rutting had become more urgent and shallow. He was standing on the very toes of his boots, his fur bristling from agitation as his body shook and grunted. He gave one long, forward heave, and then dropped back, picking his torso up off of Sonichu, who laid there like a quivering animal, timidly clutching his arms over his own chest. He stared up at Magi-Chan with rapt attention. “Did you finish?” he asked.
Magi-Chan let out an annoyed scoff, but before he answered, he slowly withdrew himself from Sonichu’s snug orifice. “Of course not. You’re going to bend over my desk now.” Magi-Chan’s whole body flexed from his heavy breathing. His shoulders and chest rose and fell as he stared at Sonichu, who, despite being given a command, remained laying there like a useless lump. Magi-Chan stepped back on shaky legs and gestured over to the desk. “Get up! I said bend over my desk!”
At this snap, Sonichu flung himself onto his feet, and promptly slid to the floor. His arms clung to the spread legs of the operating chair to keep himself from planking. Magi-Chan shook his head in disgust. “Not so fast, you imbecile. How many dicks have you taken up the ass?” His words were a lot coarser when he spoke through his breath. Magi-Chan plucked Sonichu to his feet without touching them, as if psychokinesis was more natural to him than reaching out with his arms. He realized this, deciding that this operation required a more hands-on approach, and he grabbed Sonichu by the shoulder, shoving him over to his desk. He bent him over, pushing down beside his quills, then clasped his hands onto either side of that golden behind.
Without ceremony, Magi-Chan once more delved himself into Sonichu’s backside. The latter hedgehog whined that it burned, but Magi-Chan ignored him. He slowed his pace, but this time he refused to stop until he thumped as far as he could go. It took a few jabs to work that tunnel into just the right shape to meet his phallus’s trajectory, but he managed it in the end. A perverse, pornographic rutting then commenced. He’d watched enough of it on his screens. He’d chosen such a straightforward methodology for release, but he couldn’t help taking things just a bit rough. Sonichu didn’t seem to mind, the way a lobotomy patient doesn’t mind a pillow fight that’s gotten out of hand.
When their testicles clasped together, it felt amazing. Sonichu felt tickles he could never have expected. What’s more, his voice couldn’t stop going. The only saving grace, Magi-Chan thought, was that he wasn’t saying much, apart from the typical pleas for more and the painfully obvious observations about how he was going about their instinctive, bestial degradations. At some point, Sonichu asked, “Why can’t I stop moaning?”
Magi-Chan leaned over him, his upper body still as it braced itself over Sonichu’s back. His pelvis never missed a beat as it sank against that firm posterior. “Involuntary response. An instinctual signal to beckon other potential mates to have their way with you. You are a slut.” Deeper and deeper, Magi-Chan probed into Sonichu’s exit hatch, until there was scarcely any room between their swinging sacks and their hips. All this time, Magi-Chan’s mental abilities synchronized his own surmounting, albeit trivial ecstasies with Sonichu’s dangling rod. Their blunt fornication, devoid of love and steeped in animal purpose, their obscene fucking, continued for as long as Magi-Chan wanted. Through manifestations of his cerebral influence that Sonichu could not comprehend, he stymied Sonichu’s impending climax, the apex of his sexual stimulation, until the latter was giddy with the apprehension of his own release.
These psychic manipulations, Magi-Chan was well aware, were perfunctory. Obligatory. There was no compassion shared. He’d been fed up with the constant barrage of sexual numbness in his vigilant voyeurism. He only cared to use Sonichu to meet his own ends. It was all he was worth.
It didn’t take long to reach that breaking point. The particulars of Sonichu ejaculating bodily fluids were, suffice it to say, unsanitary, and globs of his white effluence ejected onto the floor and beneath the desk in audible spurts and lightning-shaped streaks of fluid. Magi-Chan could feel the involuntary flexing of Sonichu’s little prostate, clenching that pipe around his own girth. He contemplated finishing up, but for several minutes longer, he abused the other hedgehog’s backside.
Sonichu had become like a limp, lifeless rag doll, eking out helpless groans every once in a while. His body was cold with perspiration and shivering not from this cold so much but from paroxysms of pleasure that lingered in the wake of his orgasm. He could not fight as Magi-Chan pulled his body off of his desk and walked him, still impaled on his cock, with hurried steps to boot, over to the landing pad on the opposite end of the room. He plunked him down onto his back with his haunches still in the air, and Sonichu could see Magi-Chan’s taut, purple ass, exposed through his chaps shorts, as well as his thundering purple scrotum. Both were bouncing in vivid repetition as Magi-Chan drilled straight down into him.
Eventually, Magi-Chan reached his own forceful apogee. His fingers clenched upon Sonichu’s rear end as his own entire body focused all of its stress into his loins. The sensation was not unlike firing a rocket down into the earth, blasting his way through as if to reach the core. Sonichu cringed in futility as he felt every pulse of that erupting penis. The pain of stretching had long gone. All he could feel now was pleasure. He still couldn’t believe how real everything felt, even inside of him where he could not see it. Magi-Chan’s semen was welling up inside of him, but Sonichu could not voice why the sensation of having another man expel his pent-up reservoir into his body was so significant. It just was. For the moment, Magi-Chan remained petrified in place, until his tensed, lewd orbs had finally ceased their panicked jolting, and he had emptied every last drop of his superfluous release into that receptacle. He pressed a boot sole to Sonichu’s raised end and yanked himself out with a callous tug.
Sonichu collapsed into a flat position like a house of cards. Magi-Chan stumbled over to the padded wall and refused to look at what he’d done. He couldn’t hide his eyes for very long, and he looked over his shoulder. He finally stumbled like a drunkard over to Sonichu’s prone body, and dropped to sit beside him. Sonichu attempted to squirm closer to him, but Magi-Chan shoved him back to where he was. The pair were quiet in the aftermath of their revolution.
Whether misfortunate or relieving, Sonichu broke the silence. “Am I gonna have a baby?”
“Oh, god dammit.” Magi-Chan pressed his weary face into his palm.
“But I need to know! Do I tell Rosechu the truth about this?”
“Absolutely not.” Magi-Chan let out a weighted sigh. “The truth doesn’t require a constant stream of information. We shouldn’t abandon our capacity to discern trust. But truth can just as easily be lost in the search for truth, in the inferences and bias of those who seek it. How are we to answer a truth to those too distant from our trust, or those who know truth differently from how we know truth?”
Well, that shut Sonichu up at least, and that was enough for Magi-Chan. Magi-Chan had what he wanted. His experiment had come to fruition, and he’d finally expended some of the interminable stress from his inexplicable work. There was only so much that his ascetic devotion could take. But still, Sonichu was a chatterbox. Sooner or later, he’d probably let slip what he had done, and then there’d be some kind of scandal throughout CWCville.
Magi-Chan looked up at the plasma globe in his ceiling and knew, instinctively, that the day had come to an end. Sonichu’s eyes had shut as he crashed softly into slumber, his limp penis having dribbled the last remnants of its fluids upon his newfound balls. Magi-Chan now longed for the loneliness he was accustomed to, and his eyes drifted over his room at all the cleaning he now needed to do. He pondered the other things that needed cleaning which he couldn’t see without activating one of the glowing, floating screens hovering just before the far wall. He stood, walked carefully towards his desk, and activated a few surveillance screens.
Wild was curling up into a ball at the bottom of a pit, somewhere in the darkness of the woods at the food of the Blue Ruffle Mountains. Punchy was walking into an open manhole. Meowthkip was scampering down a dark alleyway somewhere in the city, and Magi-Chan knew his aquatic manipulations had offered him some sort of shielding from the explosion. There were many more messes that had developed throughout the fractured infrastructure of CWCville.
Magi-Chan’s eyes fell upon the closed Memory Hole. His gaze turned back to the sleeping Sonichu. He envisioned opening that hole and sliding Sonichu’s head in to suck away all the ideas that had transpired to him in the past day. Magi-Chan spoke. “Could you come here a moment?”