It was a Friday night, and Raven had just finished his classes at his university. He checked his twitter feed, locating and instantly blocking any evil chud who dared to bring up the years of no progress on EXE's comic. He wanted to stretch his legs, take a walk, and enjoy the nighttime scenery. As he strolled down the sidewalk, he hummed the tune of Obituary from his proudest achievement, the Friday Night Funkin' mod Sonic Legacy. Suddenly, without warning, a figure approached from behind and placed a damp rag over his mouth, muffling his cries for help. His eyes slowly closed, and he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke, he was quickly startled to see that he was somewhere he couldn't recognize. The room was covered in old, white wallpaper and had a dingy tiled floor and ceiling, being illuminated by an overhead fluorescent light. He was on his back, feeling feathers chafe in his armpits and metal cuffs holding his wrists behind his back. He looked down, and saw that he was now in the body of Wave the Swallow from Sonic Riders. His chest had small, budding breasts and his legs were forcibly spread apart by the strange chair he was affixed into. Notably, the vessel he was inhabiting lacked a vagina, with only a limp, shriveled penis locked in a flat chastity cage. His back was cold, so cold even, and he was quickly panicking as he realized that he was at the mercy of whatever thing had captured him.
From outside the featureless metal door in the corner of the room, a faint whistling could be heard, to the tune of Subterfuge from Sonic Legacy. A strange yet familiar shadow began to appear from outside the window, the whistling only growing louder. The door opened, and standing there was his own creation; it was 2017X. He stood before him, visibly erect, dressed in the clothes of a doctor wearing surgical gloves and a face mask that only covered his chin, revealing his gum smile. Raven was too stunned to speak, and before he could even try and make a noise he realized that a large gag was affixed to his new beak, with three leather straps running across his face holding it in place.
2017X approached, one hand behind his back. Raven tried asking what he was going to do to him, but only impotent spittle and drool came out from his gagged mouth. 2017X leaned forward, and held his other hand out to reveal what he was holding; a ripe, plump green bell pepper. Raven was immediately reminded of the hilarious joke from the JC 2017 rewrite that he had dedicated his life to, before snapping back to reality and remembering the predicament he was in. 2017X started to run his free hand up and down Raven's belly, fondling his tits and tweaking his oddly sensitive nipples, all while Raven was utterly helpless to stop him.

2017X then spit onto the bell pepper, and placed it in between Raven's ass cheeks. The vessel had changed his proportions vastly, now with comically large thighs and a bubble-shaped rear, and his fragile, quivering boypussy was puckered tightly, slowly penetrated by the rough, jagged stem of the pepper. Raven tried to thrash and free himself from his restraints, but it was no use. Raven frantically looked around for any way to escape, trying to move his hands from the cuffs behind the chair but unable to budge.
"YOU'RE NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS, ARE YOU?"

2017X raised his leg, and started kicking and jamming the green pepper into Raven's anus with his foot. Raven managed to spit out the gag, shrieking in pain as the muscles in his ass tore and stretched to fit the foreign object, starting to prolapse and fall to the ground beneath 2017X.
"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SPARE ME 2017X SAMA AIIIIEEEEE TATSUKETEEEEEE AIIIIIEEEEE AIIIIIIIEEEEEE I KNEEEEEL"
Blood and feces started to pour out of Raven's ass, all the while 2017X was cackling and furiously masturbating his veiny hedgecock. After agonizing minutes of pushing and bleeding, the pepper was fully embedded within Raven's transvestite sphincter. He sobbed and pissed himself, a mix of semen and urine dripping from his clitty cage all the while 2017X kept laughing like a maniac. Not content that his creator's anus was mostly intact, 2017X pulled up a wheeled drawer, and from it drew a life-sized microphone from Friday Night Funkin'. Using the flat base of the mic, he pushed the pepper deeper and deeper into Raven's bloodied and injured colon, before stopping and tweaking it at an angle so it holds open the hole at a vertical angle. He fished around inside the cabinet even more, all while Raven kept screaming incoherently.
Unable to find anything worth using, 2017X decided to reveal his final trick. He walked past Raven and grabbed onto a handle behind the chair, pushing it like a shopping cart while his creator kept trying to wriggle free. He opened the door, and carted a sobbing Raven coated in his own shit, piss, blood and semen down the hall and to another door. He walked in front of Raven and held the door open as a mocking gesture, using his other hand to escort the chair in.
The room was dimly lit, the bulb hanging overhead flickering to life once more as the room was illuminated once more. Inside, sitting strapped to a small leather chair in front of a blindingly bright television monitor, was Funker. He wrenched his head from the straps to behold his father, his eyes dried and reddish from hours without blinking, an unreadable expression on his face. Before either of the captives could begin to speak, 2017X pressed a button on the wall, flooding the room with a thick smog that knocked them out cold. Just as Raven went under, his anus still twitching, he could just barely make out the name "impasta".............
To be continued...?
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