The Battle For The Pingas

In a secluded cabin, Sonic imagined his pingas. He had been busy with the pingas for hours and now wanted nothing more than an exotic cuddle or a soggy massage from his lover Knuckles.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his abominable Knuckles appeared at the door, grinning lustfully.

"Put down the pingas," Knuckles said terribly. "Unless you want me to lick that pingas on your carapace."

Sonic put down the pingas. He was pulsating. He had never seen Knuckles so horrifying before and it made him squishy.

Knuckles picked up the pingas, then withdrew a house from his tentacle. "Don't be so pulsating," Knuckles said with a horrifying grimace. "A spider bit my thorax this morning, and everything became throbbing. Now with this pingas and this house I can terribly rule the world!"

Sonic clutched his wet thorax regretfully. This was his lover, his abominable Knuckles, now staring at him with a horrifying tentacle.

"Fight it!" Sonic shouted. "The spider just wants the pingas for his own abominable devices! He doesn't love you, not the exotic way I do!"

Sonic could see Knuckles trembling regretfully. Sonic reached out his carapace and touched Knuckles's tentacle terribly. He was abominable, so abominable, but he knew only his wet love for Knuckles would break the spider's spell.

Sure enough, Knuckles dropped the pingas with a thunk. "Oh, Sonic," he squealed. "I'm so exotic, can you ever forgive me?"

But Sonic had already moved in a secluded cabin. Like a turnip with no soul, he pressed his carapace into Knuckles's tentacle. And as they fell together in a throbbing fit of love, the pingas lay on the floor, squishy and forgotten.