In a dimly lit corner of the workshop, Scratch, a meticulously crafted humanoid chicken robot with a gleaming metal body and feathery accents, stood before a large mirror, adjusting his bow tie with mechanical precision. His eyes, two bright orbs with a pitch black pupil, studied his reflection, ensuring every part of him was perfectly in place. He was being rather meticulous about his appearance, a stark contrast to his usual comedic antics when paired with his counterpart, Grounder.

The door to the workshop squeaked open, and in shuffled a defeated-looking human male, Anon, his wrists secured by a thick leather leash attached to a collar around his neck. The collar bore a crudely drawn chicken's footprint, a showing of Scratch's ownership over Anon, something created by Scratch himself even if he clearly isn't much of an artist.

Scratch cackled, a high pitched and annoying sound of which he called a laugh, something that made it distinctly his own. "Looking good, pet," he said, turning to face Anon. The human rolled his eyes but offered no protest, having become used to and even enjoying Scratches mocking to an extent.

They stepped out into the bright and bustling streets of Mobius. The sun cast long shadows behind them as they strolled through the marketplace. The sight of Scratch with a human on a leash was a new sight in Robotropolis. Human's were something of a rarity on Mobius, being only a fraction of the population. Additionally most everyone knew of Scratch, one of Robotnik's minions, albeit a very incompetent one, something which lead to many questioning how Scratch was able to “obtain” and then bully the human in such a manner.

Scratch strutted proudly, his gleaming metal body reflecting the neon lights of the shops. The leather leash grew taut as he pulled Anon along, forcing him to speed walk slightly to keep pace with the chicken robot's swift strides. Anon of course wasn't allowed to match pace with Scratch, something Scratch had made perfectly clear before. Not that Anon would have done so anyways as that would prevent him from blatantly staring at Scratch's rear.

The star of the show for Anon and any ass lover, Scratch's ass, was indeed a marvel to behold. It was massive and shapely, a feat of engineering that surpassed the most audacious of human expectations. It swayed with each step, moving like a pendulum on a grand clock, a hypnotizing rhythm that drew Anon's eyes to it like light to a blackhole.

It was covered in a layer of soft, plush feathers that looked surprisingly like a pair of bootyshorts when contrasted with his literal if meaty looking chick legs. The feathers being the same as what covered most of his upper body were a light blue color, with a glossy shine that made it look soft to the touch. The feathers stretched tightly over Scratch's curves, threatening to split at any moment should they have been the fabric it could be mistaken for.

The plumpness of his ass was such that it looked like it could double as a pillow for someone with a penchant if the need for it came. It bobbed with every step, a mesmerizing sight that had passersby doing double takes and whispering to one another. Scratch, of course, was oblivious to the attention it was garnering, his mind focused solely on the task of showing off his new pet.

"Come on, Anon," he clucked, giving the leash a sharp tug. "Faster, faster, don't you want to see the city?" Anon stumbled slightly, trying to match the robot's pace while keeping his eyes forward. The last thing he needed was to trip over his own feet and faceplant into the pavement, but the gravitational pull of Scratch's behind was a source of persistent encouragement

Scratch strutted down the street, his mechanical clucks echoing through the street as he proudly paraded his human pet. Anon felt a mix of embarrassment at being shown off like this to those passing by and a strange thrill arousal at the way Scratch's ass jiggled with each step.

Across the street sat a yellow fox with twin tails, watching them from a distance, his curiosity piqued. Tails couldn't help but wonder how a robot as clumsy and failure prone as Scratch had managed to not only capture someone but also keep them so obediently at his side. Tail's gaze followed the leather leash to the human's collar and then followed Anon's eyes to their fixation, Scratch's voluptuous backside.

Tails observed as Anon's eyes widened slightly with each jiggle of the chicken robot's feathered rump, his pupils dilating with a hunger that was hard to miss. The human's mouth leaking a small trail of drool while he walked behind the big bird. It was like watching someone being hypnotized by the sway of a metronome, except the metronome was a giant blue chicken butt.

The thought briefly crossed Tails's mind if he could achieve the same effect with his own rear end. He had always known that his ass was rather large, being quite toned from his running after Sonic. He had seen his share of admirers and knew that he had the power to make people's heads turn, but could he command them the way Scratch did with his robotic ass?

The fox's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he contemplated the idea. He had never considered using his body in such a way, but seeing the power that Scratch wielded over his human pet made him interested in the idea to say the least. He glanced around, making sure no one was looking, then gave his ass a gentle spank, feeling the rippling rear.

Scratch, having had enough of the "Human walking exercise" stopped abruptly, causing Anon to stumble and collide with the plush mass of his feathery bottom. The impact sent a shockwave through Anon's body, his eyes rolling back in his head as he struggled to maintain his footing. The chicken robot looked back over his shoulder, a smug grin spreading across his beak.

"Looks like you're a bit too tired to walk." Scratch said to place the blame onto someone who wasn’t himself, his voice a grating noise. "How about you take a little rest?" Without waiting for a response, he gave the leash a firm tug, pulling Anon to his knees.

Anon's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He'd seen the look in Scratch's eyes before—it was a mix of mischief and dominance that always led to something... oddly enjoyable for him. With surprising grace, Scratch stepped backwards and straddled Anon's shoulders, the feathery cushion of his ass descending towards the human's face. The soft feathers tickled Anon's nose as the robot's weight settled onto him, effectively cutting off his vision.

The scent that wafted from Scratch's posterior was surprisingly pleasant, a faint blend of oil and metal mixed with something faintly floral. It was a scent that Anon had grown increasingly familiar with over the last few days, and he found himself inhaling deeply as his face was buried in the plush feathers. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant, like burying one's face into a pillow stuffed with freshly picked feathers. Anon's face was warmed as he found himself buried in the robot's plush posterior.

Scratch shifted slightly, his metal body creaking as he adjusted his position. The movement forced Anon's face even deeper into the warm, feathery cushion of his ass, the softness enveloping him completely. The somewhat pleasant smell grew stronger, and Anon found himself inhaling more deeply, his nose brushing against the base of the robot's tail feathers. The sensation was oddly soothing, the warmth from Scratch's body seeping through the faux "meat" and into his skin.

"Mmm, you're a good seat," Scratch chuckled, his laughter coming out in a series of clucks. Anon' was rather pleased with this, his dick already being harder than rock from this as the robot's weight settled more comfortably on him. The leather of the collar dug into his neck, even in this subservient position as Scratch pulled on it.

"Now, let's make sure you remember this," Scratch declared, and with surprising gentleness for such a bully, ground back and forth, rubbing his feathery ass against the human's face. Anon couldn't help but let out a muffled moan, and as he shifted from rock to steel.

The crowd in the marketplace grew denser as people gathered to gossip and gawk. Some whispered about the human's fate, while others snickered at the sight of Scratch, perhaps the lowest ranking of Robotnik's forces being able to dominate someone, and in such a public manner at that. The robotic chicken cared much for the audience, his focus split between making sure his pet could never think of resisting and making sure the public knew that Scratch was indeed a winner, someone they shouldn't take lightly, and more importantly that he wasn't some loser.

As Scratch rocked back and forth on Anon's face, the human's face grew wet with sweat and whatever sweat like lubricant Scratch was releasing. All the while. Anon felt his heart race, his body responding to the cruel intimacy, his cock straining against his pants, begging for release.

"You see this, folks?" Scratch crowed to the gathering crowd, raising a metal-feathered hand in the air. "This is what happens when you're a winner! You get to show loser's who's Boss. Bwa-ha-ha-hah!" He then spanked his own ass with a smack that echoed through the marketplace.

The onlookers gawked and murmured among themselves. Some laughed nervously, not sure if they should find the scene humorous or disturbing. Anon, however, only found a sense of enjoyment from the public display of his subjugation. The weight of Scratch's ass on his face and the sound of the chicken robot's boasts only made his cock throb more.

In his mind, he couldn't help but agree with Scratch. It was true, the chicken robot was indeed a winner in his eyes. Despite his past defeats, here he was, conquering him in a way that was both demeaning and erotically satisfying for Anon despite Scratch's lack of care for the latter. It was a strange power dynamic, one that he never knew he craved until it was forced upon him.

The crowd grew louder, their murmurs turning into laughs and the odd cheer at the show, egging Scratch on. He basked in their attention, his ego inflating like a balloon as he continued to smother Anon with his feathery rump. "You see this?" he called out, gesturing to Anon, who was now a trembling mess beneath him. "This is what happens when you mess with Scratch the Great!"

With each word, Scratch's ass cheeks tightened and released, the feathers fluttering with the rhythm of his boastful speech. He leaned back slightly, placing more pressure on the human's face, the leather leash digging into Anon's neck as he tried to maintain his balance. The crowd's energy fed into Scratch, his confidence soaring as he reveled in his newfound status as a winner.

But as the time went on and the sun moved in the sky the novelty began to wear off and the whispers grew quieter, the chicken robot grew bored with his little display. With a sigh, he stood up, his ass releasing Anon's face with a wet smack. The human took in a deep breath, his cheeks flushed from the lack of oxygen and his eyes glazed over from his forced obedience. He looked up at Scratch with a mix of adoration and exhaustion.

"Alright, enough of this," Scratch said, yanking on the leash. "Time to go home, pet." He didn't wait for Anon to get up on his own, instead using the leash to hoist him to his feet. The crowd dissipated, leaving the two of them alone on the sidewalk. Anon stumbled slightly, his legs weak from being bent in such an awkward position for so long. Following along after Scratch who had already began to walk back towards whence they had come.

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Pub: 11 Nov 2024 01:10 UTC

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