A Fistful of Fat - A Big the Cat x Reader Story

Chapter 9 - Way Past Stool

Knuckles and Tails were flying at 10,000 feet over the Bermuda Triangle. Tails found a lead that maybe, just maybe, there was a Microplastics School of Sorcery located on the islands of Cocks and Tacos. Tails crashed the plane, not only because he is a shitty pilot, but because he is terrible at everything he does, and is overall a complete failure at life.
"Knuckles, we're going down!" Tails shouted gently, tossing a bunch of empty Coca-Cola bottles at Knuckles.
"Oh no," Knuckles replied.
"Oh, I'll explain. You need to strap the Coca-Cola bottles to your body, and they will act as a floatation device, I think!" Tails shouted gently. "Normally, we'd use Rogue's tits a floatation device, but she's in Russia!"
"Oh no," Knuckles replied. Of course, the dumb ass Coke bottle thing didn't work, and they almost drowned. They in fact would have, if not for the fact they were rescued by a mysterious entity.
Knuckles slowly awakened on the shore of a tropical island. Initially, it reminded him faintly of Angel Island, where he consistently failed to be the guardian of the master emerald for many decades. As his many abysmal failures flashed through his mind, he wondered if he might be a little stupid. He wondered if this island also contained a giant gem that he could embarrassingly fail to protect over and over again.
A silhouette stood over him. As his eyes adjusted to the sun, he slowly and gently began to make out a furry, almost familiar, figure. They reached out a hand to help him up.
"Hi there," they said. "I'm Richard. Richard the Otter."
Of course, it was an otter, Knuckles thought. Only a deft swimmer would have been able to save me from those tempestuous currents.
"Come on over to the campire," Richard said. "I wanna introduce you to someone."
As Knuckles made his way to fire, he noticed several more shitty OCs.
"Hi, I'm Joan the Hamster." "Hi, I'm Alan the Horse." "Hi, I'm Trevor the Ladybug, who gives a shit."
And as Knuckles gazed upon the pointless, annoying, and utterly forgettable OCs, he realized something shocking - where was Tails? And that's when his eyes wandered over to a human sitting on a log - a short, annoying-looking human with two long, slimy and soggy-looking meat tendrils coming out from just above his ass...
"Yep, it's me Knuckles. I've undergone Humanification. You see, I think my 2 assholes allowed the microplastics to enter my body faster."
"Oh no," Knuckles replied.

 End of Chapter 9