Sonicphobia

Chapter Four: The Mark

Warning: This chapter contains swearing and psychological horror. Reader discretion is recommended.

Sonic seemed to be quite massive in his werehog form, almost twelve feet tall, to be precise. Just to put that into perspective for those who don't know how tall I am, I am 5 feet and four inches tall and petite. Sonic was gigantic compared to me. So, I made a wise executive decision on my end and ran back in my prison. I shut the door quickly (or whatever was left of it) and I wondered, Can it get worse from here? My soundless question was answered when my door was broken down with a loud crack. I peeked into the gaping hole and I snarled at the fluffy figure on the other end, "Don't you dare say, 'Here's Johnny!' That would be a dick move on your end, you asshole!"

I noticed his green, predator eyes widen in unspoken shock at what I have said, then he purred sarcastically, "Here's Sonic." I think that he was enjoying my panic just a little bit too much. He ripped the door off the hinges and shoved it to the side as if it was a piece of cardboard. I could have sworn that I caught a glimpse of my life flashing before my eyes as the werehog cornered me. When a giant werehog is cornering you against a wall, you find yourself realizing that your situation couldn't get worse... and that it was a lot worse that it seems. I could faintly catch his smell. Sonic didn't stink in a traditional sense, but he did have the faint scent of wet dog and summer nights on him. He growled, raising me at eye level by the shirt, "Do you really want to repeat what you have called me again? I don't think I heard you the first time."

Any courage I had was out the window as soon as I was eye level with his sharp fangs. I couldn't speak as the werehog pulled me in closer, giving me a view of his teeth that would make any orthodontist have nightmares. I had a bad feeling that I should apologize to the furry, blue bastard before I became werehog food. So I stuttered out an apology the best I could, "S-sorry... I d-d-don't have a filter."

Sonic purred in delight at the sound of my apology, pinning me tightly to his chest as if I was a doll. He growled softly, "Make sure that you don't call me that bad word again, Alison. I don't like little girls swearing at me." I felt him walk back to the living room area, his hands wrapped tightly around me as if I was just a tiny doll in his gigantic arms. He flung me on the bed like a doll, then he gingerly maneuvered himself so that he was pinning me down. I never thought that the first word would be "delicate" when I think of "werehog," but somehow Sonic managed to be a bit more delicate with how he pinned me down. Sonic rested his furry head carefully on my shoulder, muttering in my ear with a strange growl, "I hope I'm not hurting you."

To be honest, I had a little bit of difficulty breathing because he was just as heavy as he appeared to be. I think Sonic knew that he was heavy too, since he shifted me about so that he wasn't crushing me. After a few minutes, I think that he finally found the perfect position. He laid me on my side, and I felt fur surrounding me at all sides. Then I felt his gigantic hands cradle my head against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat thundering in my ear; I could also hear him purring in delight. His grip was tight, and he whispered, "Don't forget that I can easily become a big bad wolf on you if you break the rules, darling."

I knew that I wasn't going to forget that in a hurry, since his long, sharp nails were just inches away from my eyes. He started squeezing me tightly, whispering in my ear in a wicked manner, "I will never let you go. I plan on making a fine, strong werehog out of you. I can work with your size, darling. I need your consent for me to Mark you as my offspring, sweetheart."

I started gasping for breath, running out of air. I finally gasped out, "You have my consent. I don't know what marking is, but you have it." I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck as he whispered something under his breath. I couldn't catch what he said. The last thing I have noticed before I blacked out was his claws pressing into my skin right above my breasts.