Salad Toes X Sonic the Hedgehog (with a twist 😏)

The Destruction of an Already Fractured Mental State part: I

Salad Fingers had woken up on a plane of discolored grass, being two separate shades in a stripe like pattern, when he had looked at his hands he realized that his fingers were no longer extended like they used to be. infact he had average, human, hands. he checks the surrounding area when he realizes he isn't wearing shoes only to look down at these wrinkly, elongated, finger like toes. he feels the grass and utters to himself "I like this feeling more than rusty spoons...". he gets aroused at the feeling of soft grass between his salad toes, this is something he's never felt before since there is no grass back home, he then proceeds to close his eyes and mutter under his breath "...I like the feeling of disco-uhhh-lored grass betwixt my salad toes 🥵😩". he snaps out of this state of arousal due to a big shadow flying over and past him, he opened his eyes and a blue flash goes past him at incredible speeds. he gets shaken off balance and stumbles onto the ground, Salad Toes looks past his legs only to see his third obstructing his view, he then tucks his girthy meat rod down his left thigh. He looks back up again and sees a sign surrounded by blinking lightbulbs, the sign reads "GREEN HILL ZONE", not having a clue where he is, Salad Toes follows the direction of where this blue flash of light was headed.
As Salad Toes is taking his time he notices that there are solid, golden rings ahead of him, and has the urge to know what they feel like. Salad Toes reaches out and before he could even grasp a fragment of what it felt like, it disappeared right before his very eyes, he hears a delightful sound of a bell and notices that he now has one of these rings. "I do not know what this means... but I won't touch them anymore.." he stated as he avoids each one of the rings as if he were in a hospital filled with covid patients, whatever that means to him at least. he carrys on his mission to find this speedy blue light, when out of nowhere this metallic blue and gray animal appears before him. the animal exclaims "Do you know where I can find Sonic!" startled Salad Toes replies hesitantly "...He w-went in thi-is direct-shun" as he points down the pathway filled with loops and secret areas. the animal thanks him, drops a mobey huge (yes, the 3ft tall dildo), then proceeds to go through a wall. Salad Toes isn't bothered by this, since he's used to this cryptid shit, he carrys on his wayward path hoping to catch up with them soon.
Moments later, through various puzzles and pathways, Salad Toes hears what sounds to be like a grown man arguing with another person. He cautiously goes over to where he's hearing these two people bickering, Salad Toes finds a perfect spot to where he can watch the dispute simmer down. "Eggman, you cannot be attempting to make clones of me for your own sexual benefit! I'm sick and tired of being approached in public saying people have seen me being fucked on the internet!" exclaimed the unknown voice. "Do you know how lonely it gets, Sonic?! Being Fat, Bald, AND an infamous Mad Scientist!" Eggman retaliated, "Don't care, Didn't ask, plus you're old and fat. now stop cloning me, Eggman!" exclaimed Sonic. A glint catches Salad Toes' eye, and to his surprise, it's one of his favorite things. A rusty spoon. he starts to drown out the sounds of arguing with his own erotic fantasies that are now coming into reality.
Salad Toes holds the spoon by the handle and caresses the rim of the bowl, feeling it's cold, rough, edges. he lets out a light moan and feels a sudden shift in his pants, agitated with the feeling, he adjusts himself to where he's more comfortable. moving his member upward to conceal his erect schlong, then continues to feel the rusted spoon ever so lightly, only to get rougher with each lap around the bowl edge of the bowl. Salad Toes stops for a brief moment, takes a look around to see if Sonic and Eggman are still arguing only to see the wreckage of Eggmans aircraft and a proud blue animal. Salad Toes slinks back down to continue his act of pleasure. He grasps the rusted spoon by the neck in one hand, using the other to unbutton his pants and to release the beast behind a cage of cloth, with his member in one hand and the spoon in the other, Salad Toes could no longer restrain his urge to vocalize his pleasure.

(To The Next Chapter)