Sonic isn’t just fucking Surge, he’s breaking her in front of Kit, on purpose. Staring the poor, brainwashed fox dead in the eyes while pounding the only person he ever trusted.
"She’s tighter when you watch, foxy," Sonic sneers, grinning, while Surge moans like the control chip's still active.
And Kit? He doesn’t scream. He can’t. He just shakes,his purpose shattered, his goddess defiled by the very thing they were born to destroy.
No fight. No redemption. Just the sweet sound of skin, betrayal, and Rule34 doing what IDW never dared: giving us the raw, unfiltered collapse.
This isn’t fanart, it’s NTR ascended. Peak cuck-fiction. Trauma as kink. Art as sin. And I’m eating every frame of it.