Road to Conception

Sonic eyed the little clear cup with distaste, frowning. Sally had left it sitting on his bedside table with a note to bring it to her when he was done. With a sigh he picked it up, unscrewing the bright orange lid. He rolled it about with his large fingers for a minute, fiddling nervously with the thick plastic. He flipped the lid like a coin and it landed on his quilt silently. Sonic stared at it for a long time, trying to force his mind to recapture the fantasy he’d been enjoying earlier. Try as he might he could only focus on creating a half dozen crude jokes in which “cup o’ jizz” was somehow incorporated into the punch line.


Sonic sat the cup down and closed his eyes, trying to pretend he wasn’t required to blow his load into it. The idea was very distracting for some reason. Or perhaps more distracting was the idea of handing Sally a cup full of his cum. He could imagine she’d reach out and gingerly take it with just the very tips of her fingers. And in this imagined encounter, she would drop it. Not only would she drop it, but the lid would somehow pop off. He pictured his spunk all over her boots, but shook his head. It was late, she would have taken the boots off most likely. No, it’d be all over her bare paws and splattered up onto her ankles. He imagined both of them looking down and just staring at the creamy stuff clinging to her fur.

“I’ll get a towel!” This fictional self told the princess as she still stared down at her paws, mouth slightly agape. He’d nearly get tangled in his own legs in his haste. He pictured her bending down and mopping the offending stuff off, maybe grumbling under her breath as she did so. She’d carry the towel with those same, cautious fingertips, dropping it into the hamper. She’d turn to berate him for not screwing the lid on properly and he’d see it . . . a little, dewy dollop hanging from a stand of hair. Even as the thought of reaching out and slyly wiping the stuff away entered his mind, Sally saw it out of the corner of her eye. She would freeze and then slowly, slowly reach up into her hair and wipe it away. Now on her fingers she suddenly seems to have an interest in the substance that she’d found so upsetting a moment before. She let her thumb and forefinger glide effortlessly across each other, feeling the slickness of it. Unexpectedly she brought the fingers near her nose and sniffed delicately. Then with a shocking amount of boldness she lightly licked the tip of one finger, then another, tasting.

“Ummm.” She purred in his imagination, licking her lips. She was against him, her tiny hands skirting his shoulders and chest, her eyes heavily lidded. “I think I’d like a little more.”

“Sal.” Sonic moaned aloud as he leaned heavily against his headboard. He let his hands drag down his chest and stomach, pretending they were hers before he lightly stroked at the sensitive skin of his groin. In his fantasy Sally had dropped to her knees, tentatively touching his inner thighs. So carefully she’d touch his sheath next, unsure. He moaned loudly so she would know he liked it. She became bolder, manipulating the skin, apparently trying to figure out how to uncover the hardening penis within. Sonic let his hands fumble over himself, fighting the temptation to touch himself in earnest. It was rare his masturbatory fantasies were so creative and vivid. He was going to enjoy it. After what seemed like forever the imaginary Sal figured out how to maneuver the skin and Sonic groaned deep in his chest when his fingers finally stroked over his stiff cock. The hedgehog knew Sally would study him carefully and so he did the same, letting two fingers explore first the tip and then every millimeter of skin beyond it. After her impromptu examination she would become bolder and the hedgehog wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping slowly.

“Like that?” She asked him within his mind and he moaned loudly.

“Yeah . . . just, faster.” He told his imaginary lover, his head tilting back as his own hand sped up, squeezing a little harder. “Oh yeah, don’t stop.” He demanded, but he envisioned her letting go of him and he whimpered softly, then groaned loudly as he pictured her leaning closer, wetting her lips. Sonic brought his hand to his mouth, licking at his palm and fingers, wetting them before he wrapped them tightly around himself, picturing Sally carefully taking him into her mouth. His ability to hold off vanished and he began to stroke himself fitfully, his eyes tightly shut, still conjuring the image of Sally on her knees, sucking him. He became so caught up in what he was doing that he nearly forgot about the cup all together. At the very last second he fumbled for the plastic container, barely getting it in place before he erupted, his chest heaving, gasping Sally’s name.