This choice: Gender-bent Dr. "Iva" Robotnik • Go Back...Chapter #8Dr. Eggwoman by: Sly F   Like the rest of the citizenry of Green Hills, you'd long ago come to accept Sonic as just another neighbor. Even though he was bright blue and nearly four feet tall and didn't look anything like any hedgehog you'd ever seen. Even though he was so much faster than any other being on your planet that even comparing him to a cheetah would be ridiculous. Even though he could speak perfect English and had an appetite for chili dogs that was absolutely terrifying.
Yet you'd come to accept him as the town mascot. And that went for him and all of his similarly bizarre furry friends.
But you never knew how easy it could be to turn on a neighbor until a little temptation came your way.
It seemed like just another ordinary day. You were sitting at the Mean Bean Coffee Cafe, enjoying a nice warm latte. All of a sudden, the entire cafe started shaking and something seemed to blot out the sun.
Everyone went outside to investigate the commotion. You looked up as a giant mech, like you thought only existed in anime and comic books, descended from the sky. It touched ground, allowing the sun to shine brightly above it again. Then something flew from the cockpit. An egg-shaped vessel in a shiny egg-white color, the figure of what looked like an everyday average person riding it.
The egg landed beside the mech, and a well above average looking woman stepped out. On her long, slender legs she wore big black boots and fishnet stockings, her hips bare and glistening between the stockings and the black leotard hugging her thighs. Over the leotard she wore a high-collared, long-sleeved bright red tunic decorated in shiny brass buttons, a golden zipper up the center containing the swell of her chest. Her full lips were painted the same bright shade of red as the tunic.
Her curly auburn hair was pulled into two very messy, wild pigtails, a pair of large goggles resting atop her red hair. A large pair of aviator sunglasses with bright blue lenses hid her eyes as she walked with sexy, deliberate strides towards the cafe while everyone else ran away from it.
You were too stunned to move, still clutching your latte as she grabbed your lapel and pulled you back into the coffee shop.
"You must be new to Green Hills," you managed to say. "I'm..."
"I'm Dr. Iva Geraldine Maria Robotnik," she interrupted you. "The pleasure is all yours, I'm sure."
With both of her white silk gloved hands, she gripped her aviator sunglasses and pulled them down her nose, revealing carefully groomed dark eyebrows and big brown eyes that could make a man melt like chocolate. There was a prominent beauty mark on her smooth pink cheek just below her right eye.
As she removed the sunglasses and folded them, they seemed to slip out of her fingers. You moved to pick them up for her, but she said "Allow me" and bent over.
As she picked up her sunglasses, her tight, round ass in the leotard pushed out in your direction.
"So, Dr. Robutt— umm, I mean, Robotnik, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
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