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When Sonic's teasing goes too far Blaze pounces on him and an unexpected incident makes them find themselves in a very unexpected situation. Enjoy the story!
All the characters belong to SEGA and SONIC TEAM.
Blaze walked slowly along the edge of the forest, the morning breeze curling through her fur as she listened to the rhythm of birdsong and rustling leaves. It was peaceful, and she needed that. Her royal duties had lightened up for the week, giving her a rare moment to just be—no titles, no responsibilities… just Blaze.
She glanced down at herself, sighing quietly. Her clothes clung a bit more than they used to. Her thighs had grown fuller, and her once-flat stomach now carried a slight pudge. She tugged gently at her tunic, frowning.
"Maybe I just need better fabric… or fewer snacks before bed," she murmured with a dry chuckle. "Or maybe…"
Before she could finish the thought, a sudden gust of wind rustled the trees—and a blur of cobalt blue zipped past her, kicking up leaves and nearly making her lose her balance.
Sonic skidded to a stop a few feet ahead, grinning like he'd just won a race no one else was running.
“Whoa, Blaze! I almost didn’t recognize you—gotten a little softer, huh?”
Her ears twitched. Her tail gave a sharp flick of annoyance. Blaze raised a brow slowly, arms crossing in front of her.
“I beg your pardon?” Her voice was cool, her golden eyes narrowing.
Sonic smirked, walking backward casually in front of her. “Come on, you know I’m just teasing. You’ve always been all serious and stiff—figured I’d loosen you up a bit.”
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on my body,” she said flatly.
“Touché,” Sonic said, still not stopping. “I mean, you look fine. Just… a bit different. Royal life getting cushy?”
Her eye twitched. “If you must know, I’ve simply been busy with work, not training as intensely. A temporary phase, I assure you.”
“Sure, sure,” Sonic said, hands behind his head as he sauntered beside her. “You know, I always figured you were the type to meditate for hours instead of grabbing a chili dog or three.”
Blaze opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Sonic reached out with a mischievous gleam in his eye and poked her belly lightly.
“Boop.”
“EEP!” Blaze startled with a sudden, involuntary noise—half yelp, half squeak—as she reflexively slapped his hand away.
There was a moment of silence. Blaze’s cheeks flushed crimson.
Sonic burst out laughing. “Oh man, that sound! That was adorable!”
Blaze's fur bristled. “Do that again, and I’ll set your quills on fire.”
Sonic wiped a tear from his eye. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop! Promise. You just… you never make noises like that.”
“I don’t make noises like that,” she growled, still flustered.
“You just did.”
“Sonic.”
“Okay! Ceasing all poking activities,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “But seriously, Blaze. It’s not a bad thing, y’know. A little change isn’t the end of the world.”
Blaze let out a breath, her arms loosening slightly. “…Maybe. But I don’t exactly enjoy feeling… different. Like I’m not myself.”
Sonic looked at her, a little more seriously now. “You’re still you. You’re just a bit more… plush. Royal plush.”
She stared at him.
“Alright, alright! Bad joke,” he said, chuckling again. “But seriously, don’t beat yourself up over it. You’re still fast, still fierce, and honestly, still kinda terrifying.”
Blaze blinked, then let out a small, reluctant laugh. “Terrifying, am I?”
“In the best way,” he said. “You wanna jog back to the village? Clear your head a bit?”
She nodded, the tension slowly easing from her posture. “Fine. But I set the pace.”
“You got it,” Sonic grinned. “Though don’t be surprised if I take the scenic route. Gotta keep up with the ‘plush’ royalty, after all.”
Her eyes narrowed again, but this time, her smirk betrayed her.
“I warned you about fire, Sonic.”
“Totally worth it.”
The run back to the village hadn’t started yet.
Mostly because Sonic wouldn’t stop talking.
“Well, well,” he said, arms behind his head, strolling alongside Blaze. “Still thinking about that belly poke? I could totally hear that squeak from across dimensions.”
Blaze narrowed her eyes. “That wasn’t a squeak. It was a startled reaction to being rudely touched.”
“Sure, sure,” Sonic said, smirking. “Totally regal reaction. So majestic. Like a housecat falling off a windowsill.”
Blaze’s tail gave a sharp snap in the air.
“Sonic…”
“Or maybe you’re turning into one of those pampered palace pets. You know, silk cushions, endless treats, a big ol’—”
“THAT’S ENOUGH!”
With a growl, Blaze pounced, fed up beyond her limits. Her speed was a blur of fire and fury. Sonic didn’t even have time to blink.
“W-WHOA—HEY!”
They tumbled.
The forest slope gave way under their feet, and the two of them rolled, flipped, and crashed through bushes, vines, and soft underbrush. A mix of yelps, grunts, and startled cries echoed as they spiraled down.
Then—THUMP.
Silence.
Blaze groaned and pushed herself up on her elbows, dazed. She blinked a few times, brushing leaves from her body.
“Ugh… What just…”
She paused.
Her stomach felt… strange. Heavier. Rounder.
She rubbed it absently, frowning. “Did I land on something?”
A low gurgle echoed from her middle.
Blaze looked down.
Her eyes widened.
Her midsection was much, much larger than it had been just moments ago—soft and rounded out like she’d swallowed a giant beach ball. She stared, confused and alarmed, her breath catching.
And then—THUMP.
“Oof—!” she gasped as something hit her from inside.
Then a muffled voice: “BLAZE! WHAT THE HECK?!”
Her ears perked up, her fur stood on end.
“…Sonic?”
Another punch from inside. Her belly wobbled slightly with the motion. “This is not how a race is supposed to end, just saying!”
Blaze sat frozen, mortified.
“I… I swallowed you?” she whispered.
“How does that even happen?!” Sonic shouted from inside, clearly both annoyed and confused. “You pounced on me and the next thing I know—bam! Digestive décor!”
Blaze clutched her forehead with one hand. “This… this must be some bizarre side effect of an unexpected incident or—ugh, never mind!”
She looked down again, frowning at the motion beneath her stomach. “Are you alright?”
“I mean, aside from being squished and echoey? Peachy.”
Blaze took a long breath and with a bit of difficulty stood up carefully, holding her rounded belly. “Alright. Don’t panic. I just need to figure out how to reverse this. No fire spells. Maybe dimensional magic. Maybe tea.”
“Tea?!”
She smirked slightly despite herself. “You’ve made jokes about me being too soft. I’d say this situation proves you definitely underestimated how hard I can hit back.”
Sonic groaned from within. “Ugh. Point taken.”
Blaze stood stiffly in the clearing, one hand still cautiously pressed against her unusually round belly. She could feel Sonic shifting slightly inside—grumbling, occasionally muttering something she couldn’t quite make out. Every so often, her midsection wobbled with the movement.
This was beyond embarrassing. And as if things couldn’t get any worse…
Grrrrrrrgle…
Her stomach gave a deep, ominous rumble.
Blaze’s ears flattened. “No… oh no.”
“Uh, Blaze?” Sonic’s voice sounded suddenly cautious. “What was that?”
She clamped both hands over her mouth, eyes wide. A warm, pressurized swell was building in her throat—fast. Her tail fluffed in panic as she tried to suppress it, standing ramrod straight, trying desperately to remain dignified.
She failed.
BRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPPP!!
The belch roared out, loud enough to send birds fluttering from nearby trees.
For a moment, there was silence. Blaze’s cheeks turned bright red. She slowly brought both hands up to cover her mouth—after the fact—and stared down in horror.
“…I—excuse me,” she whispered, mortified.
Inside, Sonic burst into laughter. “Wow! I gotta say, ‘Miss Manners,’ that was impressive! You’ve got lungs!”
Blaze groaned into her palms, absolutely crimson. “Do you ever stop talking?”
“Nope,” came the cheeky reply. “Especially not when Blaze the Proper turns into Blaze the Belcher.”
She growled, glaring down at her belly. “You made me do that.”
“Pfft. Don’t blame me for your thunderous talent!”
Her eye twitched. With a sharp huff, she lifted her hand and gave her stomach a firm SLAP—not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to jostle him.
“Hey! Ow!”
“That,” Blaze said sternly, “is for making me embarrass myself.”
“Hey, if you ask me, that was the best thing I’ve heard all week. You should cut loose more often.”
“Cut loose?! I swallowed you!”
“Accidentally. Mostly. Look, this is just one of those weird things, right? Like, I’ve been turned into a werehog, a knight, even a racing car. I can deal with being stomach décor for a day.”
Blaze rubbed her forehead. “I need a spell. Or a portal. Or a reset button.”
“Or a mint,” Sonic joked.
She slapped her belly again.
“OW!”
Blaze sat down carefully on a patch of grass, legs folded under her, hands resting on her swollen middle. The whole situation was surreal—absurd, even. She had fought pirates, protected dimensions, and mastered fire magic… but somehow, this had happened.
Inside her belly, Sonic was still shifting around, trying to get comfortable.
"Man, it’s weirdly roomy in here,” he muttered. “Like a weird sleeping bag. Made of royalty.”
Blaze rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”
A few light bulges moved across her stomach—an elbow here, a knee there—gently pressing against her from the inside. She flinched at first, but the sensations weren’t painful. In fact… they were oddly soothing. Rhythmic. Warm. Like a full-body massage from the inside out.
Her tail flicked once, then slowly curled beside her.
Prrrrrrrrr…
The sound escaped her before she realized. A soft, contented rumble in her throat.
There was a pause.
“…Blaze?” Sonic's voice rang out, teasing. “Was that a purr?”
She froze. Her eyes went wide.
“No,” she said too quickly. “That was nothing.”
“Oh, no-no, that was definitely a purr. I know what that sounds like. You purred.”
“It was just… air,” Blaze insisted, crossing her arms stiffly. “Residual from the burp.”
“Pfffft—nice try! You’re totally enjoying this!”
Blaze’s face flushed again, her ears dipping back. “I am tolerating this. Barely.”
Another gentle poke stretched out from her belly, followed by a slow, gliding pressure as Sonic adjusted his position. She let out another low, involuntary purr—softer this time—but enough for Sonic to catch it.
“Heh. You’re getting way too comfortable with this,” he said smugly. “Should I stay in here for a while? Make it permanent?”
Blaze scowled down at her belly. “Don’t push your luck.”
“I think I already did. Right through your esophagus.”
She smacked her forehead with a groan. “If I didn’t have a reputation to uphold, I would bury you in the sand.”
“Technically, I’m already buried in a very plush, warm furnace.”
Another soft purr rumbled from her chest, and this time Blaze didn’t even fight it. She closed her eyes briefly, resting her palms gently on the curves of her stomach. Her frustration was still there… but it was joined by a strange calm. An odd, unexpected comfort.
“…Just until I figure out how to fix this,” she murmured.
“Take your time,” Sonic replied. “This is actually kind of nice.”
Blaze sighed.
“Of course you would say that.”
Blaze sat under a tree, tail wrapped neatly around her legs, doing her best to look composed—even if her stomach still bulged out in a way that made her cloak ride awkwardly over it. She kept one hand resting on the mound as if that could somehow downplay the absurdity.
From within, Sonic had finally settled down, occasionally stretching or shifting, sending little ripples across her belly. Every time he moved, her ears flicked, and her jaw tightened with restrained exasperation.
She took a deep breath. Just act normal. Dignified. No one will know.
“Blaze!”
Her ears perked up—and then immediately folded down in panic.
Tails came flying in from above, his twin tails spinning like a helicopter as he landed nearby, holding a toolbag. “There you are! I was looking all over for—”
He stopped mid-sentence.
His eyes dropped straight to Blaze’s stomach.
“…Whoa.”
Blaze cleared her throat quickly, straightening up and crossing her arms. “Greetings, Tails. Good day.”
He blinked several times. “Um. Are you… feeling alright?”
“I’m perfectly fine,” she said, trying to sound as composed as possible. “Just… had a moment. Nothing to concern yourself with.”
Tails tilted his head, ears twitching. “It’s just… your stomach. It’s, uh… really big. Like, dinner-for-fifteen big.”
“I assure you,” Blaze said stiffly, “the situation is under control.”
And then—Muffled voice from her belly:
“Hey! Tails! Is that you? Tell Blaze to let me out already!”
Tails jumped back a full step, his eyes going wide as dinner plates. “W-What the—?! Was that—?!”
Blaze sighed deeply and finally covered her face with both hands.
Tails stared. “Is Sonic… in your stomach?”
There was a long pause. Blaze didn’t move, her hands still shielding her face from existence.
“I-it was an accident,” she muttered, ears burning bright red. “He teased me. I pounced. There was a slope. We rolled. One thing led to another, and—well…”
Tails gawked. “Blaze, you ate him?”
“I didn’t mean to!”
“Best field trip ever!” Sonic’s voice chimed from inside, muffled but smug.
Tails blinked again. “Is… is he okay in there?”
“Annoying, but intact,” Blaze said flatly, finally lowering her hands just enough to glare down at her belly. “And very comfortable, apparently.”
“You’re not… digesting him, are you?” Tails asked, completely baffled.
“No!” Blaze exclaimed, eyes wide. “He’s just… in there. Temporarily.”
Tails stood silently for a moment, processing the situation as best he could.
“Well… okay then,” he said slowly, pulling a small notepad from his bag. “This might actually be a magical-physiological anomaly. If I can scan your aura and identify what triggered the reaction of your body to swallow Sonic, maybe I can engineer a reverse protocol.”
Blaze blinked. “You… you understood all that just by looking at me?”
He shrugged. “This isn’t even the weirdest thing I’ve seen this month.”
From inside, Sonic added, “Yeah, remember the time Knuckles got stuck in a pumpkin for three days?”
“Don’t remind me,” Tails muttered.
Blaze covered her face again.
“I swear, the next time I get free time, I’m staying home with a book.”
Tails was already rummaging through his toolbag with both determination and far too much excitement.
“Alright, I’ve got a few ideas,” he said, pulling out a device with a glowing blue coil and a set of dials. “First, we’ll try an energy pulse to disrupt the binding field between your flame aura and Sonic’s chaos signature. Should cause a momentary spatial rift. He’ll pop right out!”
Blaze looked… less than convinced.
“Are you sure this is safe?”
Tails grinned. “It’s probably safe.”
Before she could protest, he pressed a button.
ZZZZZ-POP!
A jolt of energy crackled through the air. Blaze’s fur puffed out like a dandelion, and a blast of pink sparks shot upward from her stomach. She yelped as the air shimmered around her—and then everything stopped.
Silence.
Then: BURP.
Blaze clutched her mouth with a deep groan.
“…That wasn’t him,” she muttered.
Sonic’s muffled voice chimed in. “I think I just saw the inside of a disco ball. That can’t be good.”
Tails scratched his head. “Okay! Maybe not that one. Plan B!”
He pulled out a pair of goggles and strapped them to his face, then grabbed what looked like a colander attached to a leaf blower.
“I’ll apply harmonic resonance through your abdominal cavity. In theory, his chaos aura should vibrate out of phase and—”
“Tails!”
“Right, right—consent. Sorry. Just… let me try, please?”
Blaze sighed. “Fine. But gently.”
The moment he activated it, the machine let out a deep WUB-WUB-WUB sound like a malfunctioning DJ setup. Blaze’s entire belly began to wobble and bounce like a jelly mold.
“W-w-what i-i-is h-happening t-to m-m-m-eeeee—!?” she stammered, her voice vibrating along with the machine.
From inside, Sonic shouted, “Blaze! I feel like I’m inside a washing machine!”
Then: BOOM! The device overloaded, shooting out a puff of smoke and sending Tails flying backward into a bush.
“…Plan B is now Plan Broken,” he mumbled, upside down.
Blaze sat stunned, her fur frazzled and stomach still slightly jiggling.
“I’m never eating anything again.”
“Don’t think you ate me, technically,” Sonic called from within. “This is more like a… luxury suite.”
She slapped her belly again.
“OW—okay! Sorry!”
Tails popped back up, brushing leaves from his fur. “Okay… Plan C! Portal anchor displacement using miniature warp rings!”
He held up two small gold rings and started calibrating them. “If I align the exit ring with your aura signature, and the entrance ring to Sonic’s position, it should eject him like—”
Before he could finish, the rings lit up—and both vanished with a flash.
Then, suddenly, Blaze’s belly glowed blue and began to levitate… with her attached.
“Oh no.”
FWOMP!
She crashed back down.
Tails stared. “Okay. Definitely didn’t factor in stomach gravity.”
Sonic groaned from inside. “Tails, buddy. You’re so lucky I can’t throw up right now.”
Blaze, lying flat on her back, sighed deeply and stared up at the sky.
“I am royalty,” she whispered to herself. “I am dignified. I am calm. I—am—a walking catastrophe.”
Tails sat beside her with his notepad, chewing his pencil. “Alright, maybe Plan D…?”
“No more letters,” Blaze muttered.
After the chaos from Plans A through… well, several plans later, the forest clearing was a mess of smoldering gadgets, half-fried leaves, and one very tired princess with a stomach full of blue hedgehog.
Blaze sat slumped against a tree, arms folded, tail flicking irritably. Her belly still rounded out in front of her, the occasional squirm or comment from Sonic reminding her that, yes, this was real, and no, it wasn’t over yet.
Tails adjusted his goggles again and flipped through his notes. “Okay. This next idea is… a little out there. But it might work.”
Blaze glanced at him warily. “Tails, the last time you said that, I got stuck hovering two feet off the ground and couldn’t stop spinning.”
“Right. But this is based on game logic. Specifically, the kind that applies to Sonic.”
Tails turned toward her stomach. “Hey, Sonic. How many lives do you have left?”
There was a pause, followed by a muffled, “Uh… I think five? Why?”
Tails turned back with a serious nod. “Then I have a solution.”
Blaze narrowed her eyes. “…Go on.”
“There’s a tonic in my bag. It’s designed to accelerate digestion for extreme biological emergencies—like if you accidentally swallowed a bomb or something.” He pulled out a small, glowing vial. “If you drink it, it’ll break down anything inside your stomach in about thirty seconds.”
Both Blaze and Sonic shouted at the same time:
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”
Tails held up his hands. “Wait, wait! Listen! Sonic will respawn. Just like if he lost a life in a boss fight. Poof—back in the overworld, safe and sound. It’ll be like he fell in lava or something. Easy reset.”
“Reset?!” Blaze gasped. “You’re talking about digesting someone!”
“Whoa, whoa—voluntary digestion,” Tails added, trying to sound reassuring.
“Do you hear yourself?” Blaze said, utterly horrified.
Sonic’s voice came through again, muffled but incredulous. “Yeah, I don’t love the idea of getting melted just so I can pop out back at the checkpoint, thanks.”
“But this is the only option left,” Tails insisted. “The magic and tech stuff isn’t syncing with Blaze’s aura anymore. Every other method backfired or failed. This… is the one thing that will guarantee Sonic gets out safely.”
Blaze stared at the tonic in Tails’s hand like it was a live grenade.
“I’m a princess,” she muttered. “A guardian. I maintain peace between worlds. I am not… a respawn point.”
“Think of it as… playing the support role in a co-op level?” Tails offered with a hopeful smile.
From inside, Sonic groaned. “You owe me chili dogs for life if we do this.”
Blaze closed her eyes. Her face was already red from the embarrassment of everything that had happened. But now?
“Chili dogs. A hundred of them,” Sonic added. “Deluxe.”
She let out a long, low sigh and held out her hand.
“Give me the tonic,” she muttered.
“You’re sure?” Tails asked cautiously.
“No,” she replied flatly. “But do it before I come to my senses.”
Tails carefully passed her the vial. Blaze looked at it once more, bracing herself.
“Thirty seconds, huh?”
“Maybe twenty-eight if your metabolism is as strong as I think it is,” Tails replied.
She shook her head, muttered something under her breath that sounded like “chaos preserve me,” and uncorked the bottle.
“Well,” she said with resignation, “bottoms up.”
Blaze stared at the glowing vial in her hand like it was her sworn enemy.
The forest was quiet—eerily so—as she tilted her head back and drank the tonic in one smooth gulp.
The taste was… alarming. It was like drinking boiling cinnamon mixed with static electricity.
And then—it hit.
WHUUMPH.
Her stomach clenched tight like a spring coil winding up. She gasped and doubled over as the heat in her core surged, a sudden wave of internal fire washing through her. Her eyes went wide as the walls of her stomach contracted, and the air shimmered around her with heat.
Sonic’s muffled voice from inside: “Uh… Blaze? What’s happening?!”
GURRRRRRRRRRRGHHHH—!
The temperature rose, the acid level spiked, and in a matter of seconds, Blaze’s entire body tensed with an instinctive, magical finality. A soft burst of light flashed beneath her cloak, and just like that—
POOF!
Sonic disappeared in a swirl of glowing blue particles… and instantly reappeared next to Tails, standing upright with only a mild look of disorientation.
“—and now I’m outside again,” Sonic said, blinking. “Okay, that was a trip.”
Tails clapped his hands. “It worked! You actually respawned!”
“Yeah, like coming back from a boss fight. Only smellier.” Sonic gave himself a sniff and made a face. “Blaze’s stomach is way more intense than lava.”
Tails nodded thoughtfully. “Good to know.”
Blaze, still hunched over, slowly stood upright. She let out a soft groan, hand resting against her stomach—which was still slightly distended, but no longer occupied. She glanced down at herself… and frowned.
Her midsection had softened visibly. Her clothes now hugged her frame a little more than before. Hips a bit fuller, waist a touch rounder, and the last remnants of Sonic’s stay settled visibly across her figure like an unwanted souvenir.
“…Great,” she muttered. “Now I have to work off the weight you left behind.”
Sonic, grinning, gave a thumbs up. “Hey, you handled it like a champ. Kinda impressed, not gonna lie.”
“Don’t,” Blaze deadpanned.
“You sure?” He gave a dramatic flex. “I’m, like, 80% muscle. You should feel honored.”
Blaze gave him a blank stare.
Then flicked her tail—and slapped him across the face with it.
“Ow! Okay, deserved!” Sonic yelped, rubbing his cheek.
Tails, ever the optimist, was scribbling notes again. “Well… the good news is, if this ever happens again, we now have a working protocol!”
Blaze turned to him, eyes sharp.
“This will not happen again.”
“Right,” Tails said quickly, stowing the notebook. “Once in a lifetime. Got it.”
She crossed her arms and sighed. “I need tea. And maybe a hundred laps around the palace grounds.”
Sonic grinned. “I’ll join you. You can burn off the calories, and I’ll race you just slow enough to make it a challenge.”
“Say one more word,” Blaze warned, “and I’ll find out what you two do to my metabolism.”
Sonic immediately zipped behind a tree.
Tails chuckled nervously.
Blaze sighed again… and though her stomach still felt heavier, her pride slightly bruised, a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“Idiots,” she murmured. “But they’re my idiots.”
The forest had mostly settled. Sonic was stretching his legs, testing his limbs like someone fresh out of the respawn screen. Tails was still jotting down notes, and Blaze, determined to restore some sense of dignity, had dusted herself off and turned to walk away—gracefully, of course.
Then it happened.
RRRRRRRIP.
A loud, unmistakable tear echoed through the clearing.
Blaze froze mid-step.
Her eyes went wide.
Very, very slowly, she looked over her shoulder… and saw it.
A sizable split had torn right through the back seam of her pants, revealing more of her royal feline form than she ever intended to show.
Instantly, her hands flew behind her, covering what she could. Her tail snapped stiffly into place, flicking wildly in sheer panic.
Her entire face flushed scarlet.
“Wh–WHAT?!” she gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding me—!”
Sonic, naturally, was already turning around with the beginnings of a smug grin forming. “Oh man, this day just keeps—”
Blaze turned her head and fixed him with the kind of glare that could melt glaciers and silence armies.
He immediately held up both hands and shut his mouth. “Not. Saying. A word.”
Good call.
Tails, off to the side, tried his very best to keep a straight face. Truly, he did. But the corners of his mouth twitched, and then—
Snrk.
A tiny, irrepressible smirk slipped through.
Blaze groaned, face buried in one hand, the other still trying to keep herself covered.
“I fought interdimensional threats. Protected the Sol Emeralds. I have defeated gods,” she muttered.
“Don’t worry,” Sonic said gently, failing to hide the laughter in his voice, “I’m sure the pants were just intimidated by your massive power.”
Her glare sharpened again.
“Right! I’ll go scout ahead!” Sonic zipped off in a blur before she could hurl fire at him.
Tails, still grinning, offered her his spare flight jacket. “Here. It might help… preserve royal dignity.”
She took it, wrapped it around her waist, and gave him a grudging nod of thanks.
“This never happened,” she said sternly.
“Of course not,” Tails said, still jotting something in his notebook. “Just a theoretical scenario involving interdimensional energy, temporary weight gain, hedgehog-induced stomach anomalies, and minor wardrobe malfunctions.”
“Tails.”
“Right. Erased. Completely.”
With one final sigh, Blaze turned and began walking, jacket tied around her waist, tail swaying with more irritation than grace.
Behind her, a few birds chirped softly in the trees—perhaps the only witnesses who wouldn’t retell the story.
Probably.
The forest path ahead was quiet, the late afternoon sun filtering through the trees in golden beams. Blaze walked in silence now, her pace calm, though not without discomfort.
With each step, she could feel it—her hips swaying a little more than usual, her thighs brushing just slightly, and the soft weight around her middle giving the faintest bounce with her stride. Her borrowed jacket was still tied around her waist, but it couldn’t completely hide the changes Sonic had left behind.
She let out a long, tired groan.
“Why me…”
Her hands rested on her hips for a moment, eyes narrowed at the trail ahead. A bead of sweat ran down her temple—not from heat, but from frustration. Her center of balance had shifted, her clothes no longer fit right, and she could already imagine the questions she'd get if she showed up back at the palace like this.
But then… she slowed.
Her eyes drifted down, briefly assessing herself again.
It’s not… terrible.
Sure, she was softer. Fuller. But her stride was still firm. Her movements still fluid. She didn’t feel weak. Just… different.
Maybe it was the fire magic constantly burning in her core, but the warmth around her stomach and thighs didn’t feel burdensome—it was oddly grounding. Centered. Like she could still kick a hole through a steel door if she wanted to.
She glanced down at her midsection, frowning slightly, but not with shame this time.
I can train. Turn it into muscle, she thought. Run drills. Add power to my strikes.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
But… maybe I don’t have to get rid of all of it.
The idea surprised her.
A curvier form wasn’t weakness. It was just change. Something new. And if anyone had the discipline to reshape her body exactly how she wanted—whether lean, strong, or somewhere in between—it was her.
She took a deep breath, the forest wind gently catching her fur, and began walking again, this time with a little less frustration. A little more intent.
Let them stare, she thought. Let Sonic crack jokes.
Her tail swayed behind her—not in irritation, but with quiet confidence.
She was Blaze the Cat. Princess. Guardian of the Sol Emeralds. Flame incarnate.
And if her thighs shook when she walked?
Then so be it.
All the characters belong to SEGA and SONIC TEAM.
Blaze walked slowly along the edge of the forest, the morning breeze curling through her fur as she listened to the rhythm of birdsong and rustling leaves. It was peaceful, and she needed that. Her royal duties had lightened up for the week, giving her a rare moment to just be—no titles, no responsibilities… just Blaze.
She glanced down at herself, sighing quietly. Her clothes clung a bit more than they used to. Her thighs had grown fuller, and her once-flat stomach now carried a slight pudge. She tugged gently at her tunic, frowning.
"Maybe I just need better fabric… or fewer snacks before bed," she murmured with a dry chuckle. "Or maybe…"
Before she could finish the thought, a sudden gust of wind rustled the trees—and a blur of cobalt blue zipped past her, kicking up leaves and nearly making her lose her balance.
Sonic skidded to a stop a few feet ahead, grinning like he'd just won a race no one else was running.
“Whoa, Blaze! I almost didn’t recognize you—gotten a little softer, huh?”
Her ears twitched. Her tail gave a sharp flick of annoyance. Blaze raised a brow slowly, arms crossing in front of her.
“I beg your pardon?” Her voice was cool, her golden eyes narrowing.
Sonic smirked, walking backward casually in front of her. “Come on, you know I’m just teasing. You’ve always been all serious and stiff—figured I’d loosen you up a bit.”
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on my body,” she said flatly.
“Touché,” Sonic said, still not stopping. “I mean, you look fine. Just… a bit different. Royal life getting cushy?”
Her eye twitched. “If you must know, I’ve simply been busy with work, not training as intensely. A temporary phase, I assure you.”
“Sure, sure,” Sonic said, hands behind his head as he sauntered beside her. “You know, I always figured you were the type to meditate for hours instead of grabbing a chili dog or three.”
Blaze opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Sonic reached out with a mischievous gleam in his eye and poked her belly lightly.
“Boop.”
“EEP!” Blaze startled with a sudden, involuntary noise—half yelp, half squeak—as she reflexively slapped his hand away.
There was a moment of silence. Blaze’s cheeks flushed crimson.
Sonic burst out laughing. “Oh man, that sound! That was adorable!”
Blaze's fur bristled. “Do that again, and I’ll set your quills on fire.”
Sonic wiped a tear from his eye. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop! Promise. You just… you never make noises like that.”
“I don’t make noises like that,” she growled, still flustered.
“You just did.”
“Sonic.”
“Okay! Ceasing all poking activities,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “But seriously, Blaze. It’s not a bad thing, y’know. A little change isn’t the end of the world.”
Blaze let out a breath, her arms loosening slightly. “…Maybe. But I don’t exactly enjoy feeling… different. Like I’m not myself.”
Sonic looked at her, a little more seriously now. “You’re still you. You’re just a bit more… plush. Royal plush.”
She stared at him.
“Alright, alright! Bad joke,” he said, chuckling again. “But seriously, don’t beat yourself up over it. You’re still fast, still fierce, and honestly, still kinda terrifying.”
Blaze blinked, then let out a small, reluctant laugh. “Terrifying, am I?”
“In the best way,” he said. “You wanna jog back to the village? Clear your head a bit?”
She nodded, the tension slowly easing from her posture. “Fine. But I set the pace.”
“You got it,” Sonic grinned. “Though don’t be surprised if I take the scenic route. Gotta keep up with the ‘plush’ royalty, after all.”
Her eyes narrowed again, but this time, her smirk betrayed her.
“I warned you about fire, Sonic.”
“Totally worth it.”
The run back to the village hadn’t started yet.
Mostly because Sonic wouldn’t stop talking.
“Well, well,” he said, arms behind his head, strolling alongside Blaze. “Still thinking about that belly poke? I could totally hear that squeak from across dimensions.”
Blaze narrowed her eyes. “That wasn’t a squeak. It was a startled reaction to being rudely touched.”
“Sure, sure,” Sonic said, smirking. “Totally regal reaction. So majestic. Like a housecat falling off a windowsill.”
Blaze’s tail gave a sharp snap in the air.
“Sonic…”
“Or maybe you’re turning into one of those pampered palace pets. You know, silk cushions, endless treats, a big ol’—”
“THAT’S ENOUGH!”
With a growl, Blaze pounced, fed up beyond her limits. Her speed was a blur of fire and fury. Sonic didn’t even have time to blink.
“W-WHOA—HEY!”
They tumbled.
The forest slope gave way under their feet, and the two of them rolled, flipped, and crashed through bushes, vines, and soft underbrush. A mix of yelps, grunts, and startled cries echoed as they spiraled down.
Then—THUMP.
Silence.
Blaze groaned and pushed herself up on her elbows, dazed. She blinked a few times, brushing leaves from her body.
“Ugh… What just…”
She paused.
Her stomach felt… strange. Heavier. Rounder.
She rubbed it absently, frowning. “Did I land on something?”
A low gurgle echoed from her middle.
Blaze looked down.
Her eyes widened.
Her midsection was much, much larger than it had been just moments ago—soft and rounded out like she’d swallowed a giant beach ball. She stared, confused and alarmed, her breath catching.
And then—THUMP.
“Oof—!” she gasped as something hit her from inside.
Then a muffled voice: “BLAZE! WHAT THE HECK?!”
Her ears perked up, her fur stood on end.
“…Sonic?”
Another punch from inside. Her belly wobbled slightly with the motion. “This is not how a race is supposed to end, just saying!”
Blaze sat frozen, mortified.
“I… I swallowed you?” she whispered.
“How does that even happen?!” Sonic shouted from inside, clearly both annoyed and confused. “You pounced on me and the next thing I know—bam! Digestive décor!”
Blaze clutched her forehead with one hand. “This… this must be some bizarre side effect of an unexpected incident or—ugh, never mind!”
She looked down again, frowning at the motion beneath her stomach. “Are you alright?”
“I mean, aside from being squished and echoey? Peachy.”
Blaze took a long breath and with a bit of difficulty stood up carefully, holding her rounded belly. “Alright. Don’t panic. I just need to figure out how to reverse this. No fire spells. Maybe dimensional magic. Maybe tea.”
“Tea?!”
She smirked slightly despite herself. “You’ve made jokes about me being too soft. I’d say this situation proves you definitely underestimated how hard I can hit back.”
Sonic groaned from within. “Ugh. Point taken.”
Blaze stood stiffly in the clearing, one hand still cautiously pressed against her unusually round belly. She could feel Sonic shifting slightly inside—grumbling, occasionally muttering something she couldn’t quite make out. Every so often, her midsection wobbled with the movement.
This was beyond embarrassing. And as if things couldn’t get any worse…
Grrrrrrrgle…
Her stomach gave a deep, ominous rumble.
Blaze’s ears flattened. “No… oh no.”
“Uh, Blaze?” Sonic’s voice sounded suddenly cautious. “What was that?”
She clamped both hands over her mouth, eyes wide. A warm, pressurized swell was building in her throat—fast. Her tail fluffed in panic as she tried to suppress it, standing ramrod straight, trying desperately to remain dignified.
She failed.
BRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPPP!!
The belch roared out, loud enough to send birds fluttering from nearby trees.
For a moment, there was silence. Blaze’s cheeks turned bright red. She slowly brought both hands up to cover her mouth—after the fact—and stared down in horror.
“…I—excuse me,” she whispered, mortified.
Inside, Sonic burst into laughter. “Wow! I gotta say, ‘Miss Manners,’ that was impressive! You’ve got lungs!”
Blaze groaned into her palms, absolutely crimson. “Do you ever stop talking?”
“Nope,” came the cheeky reply. “Especially not when Blaze the Proper turns into Blaze the Belcher.”
She growled, glaring down at her belly. “You made me do that.”
“Pfft. Don’t blame me for your thunderous talent!”
Her eye twitched. With a sharp huff, she lifted her hand and gave her stomach a firm SLAP—not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to jostle him.
“Hey! Ow!”
“That,” Blaze said sternly, “is for making me embarrass myself.”
“Hey, if you ask me, that was the best thing I’ve heard all week. You should cut loose more often.”
“Cut loose?! I swallowed you!”
“Accidentally. Mostly. Look, this is just one of those weird things, right? Like, I’ve been turned into a werehog, a knight, even a racing car. I can deal with being stomach décor for a day.”
Blaze rubbed her forehead. “I need a spell. Or a portal. Or a reset button.”
“Or a mint,” Sonic joked.
She slapped her belly again.
“OW!”
Blaze sat down carefully on a patch of grass, legs folded under her, hands resting on her swollen middle. The whole situation was surreal—absurd, even. She had fought pirates, protected dimensions, and mastered fire magic… but somehow, this had happened.
Inside her belly, Sonic was still shifting around, trying to get comfortable.
"Man, it’s weirdly roomy in here,” he muttered. “Like a weird sleeping bag. Made of royalty.”
Blaze rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”
A few light bulges moved across her stomach—an elbow here, a knee there—gently pressing against her from the inside. She flinched at first, but the sensations weren’t painful. In fact… they were oddly soothing. Rhythmic. Warm. Like a full-body massage from the inside out.
Her tail flicked once, then slowly curled beside her.
Prrrrrrrrr…
The sound escaped her before she realized. A soft, contented rumble in her throat.
There was a pause.
“…Blaze?” Sonic's voice rang out, teasing. “Was that a purr?”
She froze. Her eyes went wide.
“No,” she said too quickly. “That was nothing.”
“Oh, no-no, that was definitely a purr. I know what that sounds like. You purred.”
“It was just… air,” Blaze insisted, crossing her arms stiffly. “Residual from the burp.”
“Pfffft—nice try! You’re totally enjoying this!”
Blaze’s face flushed again, her ears dipping back. “I am tolerating this. Barely.”
Another gentle poke stretched out from her belly, followed by a slow, gliding pressure as Sonic adjusted his position. She let out another low, involuntary purr—softer this time—but enough for Sonic to catch it.
“Heh. You’re getting way too comfortable with this,” he said smugly. “Should I stay in here for a while? Make it permanent?”
Blaze scowled down at her belly. “Don’t push your luck.”
“I think I already did. Right through your esophagus.”
She smacked her forehead with a groan. “If I didn’t have a reputation to uphold, I would bury you in the sand.”
“Technically, I’m already buried in a very plush, warm furnace.”
Another soft purr rumbled from her chest, and this time Blaze didn’t even fight it. She closed her eyes briefly, resting her palms gently on the curves of her stomach. Her frustration was still there… but it was joined by a strange calm. An odd, unexpected comfort.
“…Just until I figure out how to fix this,” she murmured.
“Take your time,” Sonic replied. “This is actually kind of nice.”
Blaze sighed.
“Of course you would say that.”
Blaze sat under a tree, tail wrapped neatly around her legs, doing her best to look composed—even if her stomach still bulged out in a way that made her cloak ride awkwardly over it. She kept one hand resting on the mound as if that could somehow downplay the absurdity.
From within, Sonic had finally settled down, occasionally stretching or shifting, sending little ripples across her belly. Every time he moved, her ears flicked, and her jaw tightened with restrained exasperation.
She took a deep breath. Just act normal. Dignified. No one will know.
“Blaze!”
Her ears perked up—and then immediately folded down in panic.
Tails came flying in from above, his twin tails spinning like a helicopter as he landed nearby, holding a toolbag. “There you are! I was looking all over for—”
He stopped mid-sentence.
His eyes dropped straight to Blaze’s stomach.
“…Whoa.”
Blaze cleared her throat quickly, straightening up and crossing her arms. “Greetings, Tails. Good day.”
He blinked several times. “Um. Are you… feeling alright?”
“I’m perfectly fine,” she said, trying to sound as composed as possible. “Just… had a moment. Nothing to concern yourself with.”
Tails tilted his head, ears twitching. “It’s just… your stomach. It’s, uh… really big. Like, dinner-for-fifteen big.”
“I assure you,” Blaze said stiffly, “the situation is under control.”
And then—Muffled voice from her belly:
“Hey! Tails! Is that you? Tell Blaze to let me out already!”
Tails jumped back a full step, his eyes going wide as dinner plates. “W-What the—?! Was that—?!”
Blaze sighed deeply and finally covered her face with both hands.
Tails stared. “Is Sonic… in your stomach?”
There was a long pause. Blaze didn’t move, her hands still shielding her face from existence.
“I-it was an accident,” she muttered, ears burning bright red. “He teased me. I pounced. There was a slope. We rolled. One thing led to another, and—well…”
Tails gawked. “Blaze, you ate him?”
“I didn’t mean to!”
“Best field trip ever!” Sonic’s voice chimed from inside, muffled but smug.
Tails blinked again. “Is… is he okay in there?”
“Annoying, but intact,” Blaze said flatly, finally lowering her hands just enough to glare down at her belly. “And very comfortable, apparently.”
“You’re not… digesting him, are you?” Tails asked, completely baffled.
“No!” Blaze exclaimed, eyes wide. “He’s just… in there. Temporarily.”
Tails stood silently for a moment, processing the situation as best he could.
“Well… okay then,” he said slowly, pulling a small notepad from his bag. “This might actually be a magical-physiological anomaly. If I can scan your aura and identify what triggered the reaction of your body to swallow Sonic, maybe I can engineer a reverse protocol.”
Blaze blinked. “You… you understood all that just by looking at me?”
He shrugged. “This isn’t even the weirdest thing I’ve seen this month.”
From inside, Sonic added, “Yeah, remember the time Knuckles got stuck in a pumpkin for three days?”
“Don’t remind me,” Tails muttered.
Blaze covered her face again.
“I swear, the next time I get free time, I’m staying home with a book.”
Tails was already rummaging through his toolbag with both determination and far too much excitement.
“Alright, I’ve got a few ideas,” he said, pulling out a device with a glowing blue coil and a set of dials. “First, we’ll try an energy pulse to disrupt the binding field between your flame aura and Sonic’s chaos signature. Should cause a momentary spatial rift. He’ll pop right out!”
Blaze looked… less than convinced.
“Are you sure this is safe?”
Tails grinned. “It’s probably safe.”
Before she could protest, he pressed a button.
ZZZZZ-POP!
A jolt of energy crackled through the air. Blaze’s fur puffed out like a dandelion, and a blast of pink sparks shot upward from her stomach. She yelped as the air shimmered around her—and then everything stopped.
Silence.
Then: BURP.
Blaze clutched her mouth with a deep groan.
“…That wasn’t him,” she muttered.
Sonic’s muffled voice chimed in. “I think I just saw the inside of a disco ball. That can’t be good.”
Tails scratched his head. “Okay! Maybe not that one. Plan B!”
He pulled out a pair of goggles and strapped them to his face, then grabbed what looked like a colander attached to a leaf blower.
“I’ll apply harmonic resonance through your abdominal cavity. In theory, his chaos aura should vibrate out of phase and—”
“Tails!”
“Right, right—consent. Sorry. Just… let me try, please?”
Blaze sighed. “Fine. But gently.”
The moment he activated it, the machine let out a deep WUB-WUB-WUB sound like a malfunctioning DJ setup. Blaze’s entire belly began to wobble and bounce like a jelly mold.
“W-w-what i-i-is h-happening t-to m-m-m-eeeee—!?” she stammered, her voice vibrating along with the machine.
From inside, Sonic shouted, “Blaze! I feel like I’m inside a washing machine!”
Then: BOOM! The device overloaded, shooting out a puff of smoke and sending Tails flying backward into a bush.
“…Plan B is now Plan Broken,” he mumbled, upside down.
Blaze sat stunned, her fur frazzled and stomach still slightly jiggling.
“I’m never eating anything again.”
“Don’t think you ate me, technically,” Sonic called from within. “This is more like a… luxury suite.”
She slapped her belly again.
“OW—okay! Sorry!”
Tails popped back up, brushing leaves from his fur. “Okay… Plan C! Portal anchor displacement using miniature warp rings!”
He held up two small gold rings and started calibrating them. “If I align the exit ring with your aura signature, and the entrance ring to Sonic’s position, it should eject him like—”
Before he could finish, the rings lit up—and both vanished with a flash.
Then, suddenly, Blaze’s belly glowed blue and began to levitate… with her attached.
“Oh no.”
FWOMP!
She crashed back down.
Tails stared. “Okay. Definitely didn’t factor in stomach gravity.”
Sonic groaned from inside. “Tails, buddy. You’re so lucky I can’t throw up right now.”
Blaze, lying flat on her back, sighed deeply and stared up at the sky.
“I am royalty,” she whispered to herself. “I am dignified. I am calm. I—am—a walking catastrophe.”
Tails sat beside her with his notepad, chewing his pencil. “Alright, maybe Plan D…?”
“No more letters,” Blaze muttered.
After the chaos from Plans A through… well, several plans later, the forest clearing was a mess of smoldering gadgets, half-fried leaves, and one very tired princess with a stomach full of blue hedgehog.
Blaze sat slumped against a tree, arms folded, tail flicking irritably. Her belly still rounded out in front of her, the occasional squirm or comment from Sonic reminding her that, yes, this was real, and no, it wasn’t over yet.
Tails adjusted his goggles again and flipped through his notes. “Okay. This next idea is… a little out there. But it might work.”
Blaze glanced at him warily. “Tails, the last time you said that, I got stuck hovering two feet off the ground and couldn’t stop spinning.”
“Right. But this is based on game logic. Specifically, the kind that applies to Sonic.”
Tails turned toward her stomach. “Hey, Sonic. How many lives do you have left?”
There was a pause, followed by a muffled, “Uh… I think five? Why?”
Tails turned back with a serious nod. “Then I have a solution.”
Blaze narrowed her eyes. “…Go on.”
“There’s a tonic in my bag. It’s designed to accelerate digestion for extreme biological emergencies—like if you accidentally swallowed a bomb or something.” He pulled out a small, glowing vial. “If you drink it, it’ll break down anything inside your stomach in about thirty seconds.”
Both Blaze and Sonic shouted at the same time:
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”
Tails held up his hands. “Wait, wait! Listen! Sonic will respawn. Just like if he lost a life in a boss fight. Poof—back in the overworld, safe and sound. It’ll be like he fell in lava or something. Easy reset.”
“Reset?!” Blaze gasped. “You’re talking about digesting someone!”
“Whoa, whoa—voluntary digestion,” Tails added, trying to sound reassuring.
“Do you hear yourself?” Blaze said, utterly horrified.
Sonic’s voice came through again, muffled but incredulous. “Yeah, I don’t love the idea of getting melted just so I can pop out back at the checkpoint, thanks.”
“But this is the only option left,” Tails insisted. “The magic and tech stuff isn’t syncing with Blaze’s aura anymore. Every other method backfired or failed. This… is the one thing that will guarantee Sonic gets out safely.”
Blaze stared at the tonic in Tails’s hand like it was a live grenade.
“I’m a princess,” she muttered. “A guardian. I maintain peace between worlds. I am not… a respawn point.”
“Think of it as… playing the support role in a co-op level?” Tails offered with a hopeful smile.
From inside, Sonic groaned. “You owe me chili dogs for life if we do this.”
Blaze closed her eyes. Her face was already red from the embarrassment of everything that had happened. But now?
“Chili dogs. A hundred of them,” Sonic added. “Deluxe.”
She let out a long, low sigh and held out her hand.
“Give me the tonic,” she muttered.
“You’re sure?” Tails asked cautiously.
“No,” she replied flatly. “But do it before I come to my senses.”
Tails carefully passed her the vial. Blaze looked at it once more, bracing herself.
“Thirty seconds, huh?”
“Maybe twenty-eight if your metabolism is as strong as I think it is,” Tails replied.
She shook her head, muttered something under her breath that sounded like “chaos preserve me,” and uncorked the bottle.
“Well,” she said with resignation, “bottoms up.”
Blaze stared at the glowing vial in her hand like it was her sworn enemy.
The forest was quiet—eerily so—as she tilted her head back and drank the tonic in one smooth gulp.
The taste was… alarming. It was like drinking boiling cinnamon mixed with static electricity.
And then—it hit.
WHUUMPH.
Her stomach clenched tight like a spring coil winding up. She gasped and doubled over as the heat in her core surged, a sudden wave of internal fire washing through her. Her eyes went wide as the walls of her stomach contracted, and the air shimmered around her with heat.
Sonic’s muffled voice from inside: “Uh… Blaze? What’s happening?!”
GURRRRRRRRRRRGHHHH—!
The temperature rose, the acid level spiked, and in a matter of seconds, Blaze’s entire body tensed with an instinctive, magical finality. A soft burst of light flashed beneath her cloak, and just like that—
POOF!
Sonic disappeared in a swirl of glowing blue particles… and instantly reappeared next to Tails, standing upright with only a mild look of disorientation.
“—and now I’m outside again,” Sonic said, blinking. “Okay, that was a trip.”
Tails clapped his hands. “It worked! You actually respawned!”
“Yeah, like coming back from a boss fight. Only smellier.” Sonic gave himself a sniff and made a face. “Blaze’s stomach is way more intense than lava.”
Tails nodded thoughtfully. “Good to know.”
Blaze, still hunched over, slowly stood upright. She let out a soft groan, hand resting against her stomach—which was still slightly distended, but no longer occupied. She glanced down at herself… and frowned.
Her midsection had softened visibly. Her clothes now hugged her frame a little more than before. Hips a bit fuller, waist a touch rounder, and the last remnants of Sonic’s stay settled visibly across her figure like an unwanted souvenir.
“…Great,” she muttered. “Now I have to work off the weight you left behind.”
Sonic, grinning, gave a thumbs up. “Hey, you handled it like a champ. Kinda impressed, not gonna lie.”
“Don’t,” Blaze deadpanned.
“You sure?” He gave a dramatic flex. “I’m, like, 80% muscle. You should feel honored.”
Blaze gave him a blank stare.
Then flicked her tail—and slapped him across the face with it.
“Ow! Okay, deserved!” Sonic yelped, rubbing his cheek.
Tails, ever the optimist, was scribbling notes again. “Well… the good news is, if this ever happens again, we now have a working protocol!”
Blaze turned to him, eyes sharp.
“This will not happen again.”
“Right,” Tails said quickly, stowing the notebook. “Once in a lifetime. Got it.”
She crossed her arms and sighed. “I need tea. And maybe a hundred laps around the palace grounds.”
Sonic grinned. “I’ll join you. You can burn off the calories, and I’ll race you just slow enough to make it a challenge.”
“Say one more word,” Blaze warned, “and I’ll find out what you two do to my metabolism.”
Sonic immediately zipped behind a tree.
Tails chuckled nervously.
Blaze sighed again… and though her stomach still felt heavier, her pride slightly bruised, a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“Idiots,” she murmured. “But they’re my idiots.”
The forest had mostly settled. Sonic was stretching his legs, testing his limbs like someone fresh out of the respawn screen. Tails was still jotting down notes, and Blaze, determined to restore some sense of dignity, had dusted herself off and turned to walk away—gracefully, of course.
Then it happened.
RRRRRRRIP.
A loud, unmistakable tear echoed through the clearing.
Blaze froze mid-step.
Her eyes went wide.
Very, very slowly, she looked over her shoulder… and saw it.
A sizable split had torn right through the back seam of her pants, revealing more of her royal feline form than she ever intended to show.
Instantly, her hands flew behind her, covering what she could. Her tail snapped stiffly into place, flicking wildly in sheer panic.
Her entire face flushed scarlet.
“Wh–WHAT?!” she gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding me—!”
Sonic, naturally, was already turning around with the beginnings of a smug grin forming. “Oh man, this day just keeps—”
Blaze turned her head and fixed him with the kind of glare that could melt glaciers and silence armies.
He immediately held up both hands and shut his mouth. “Not. Saying. A word.”
Good call.
Tails, off to the side, tried his very best to keep a straight face. Truly, he did. But the corners of his mouth twitched, and then—
Snrk.
A tiny, irrepressible smirk slipped through.
Blaze groaned, face buried in one hand, the other still trying to keep herself covered.
“I fought interdimensional threats. Protected the Sol Emeralds. I have defeated gods,” she muttered.
“Don’t worry,” Sonic said gently, failing to hide the laughter in his voice, “I’m sure the pants were just intimidated by your massive power.”
Her glare sharpened again.
“Right! I’ll go scout ahead!” Sonic zipped off in a blur before she could hurl fire at him.
Tails, still grinning, offered her his spare flight jacket. “Here. It might help… preserve royal dignity.”
She took it, wrapped it around her waist, and gave him a grudging nod of thanks.
“This never happened,” she said sternly.
“Of course not,” Tails said, still jotting something in his notebook. “Just a theoretical scenario involving interdimensional energy, temporary weight gain, hedgehog-induced stomach anomalies, and minor wardrobe malfunctions.”
“Tails.”
“Right. Erased. Completely.”
With one final sigh, Blaze turned and began walking, jacket tied around her waist, tail swaying with more irritation than grace.
Behind her, a few birds chirped softly in the trees—perhaps the only witnesses who wouldn’t retell the story.
Probably.
The forest path ahead was quiet, the late afternoon sun filtering through the trees in golden beams. Blaze walked in silence now, her pace calm, though not without discomfort.
With each step, she could feel it—her hips swaying a little more than usual, her thighs brushing just slightly, and the soft weight around her middle giving the faintest bounce with her stride. Her borrowed jacket was still tied around her waist, but it couldn’t completely hide the changes Sonic had left behind.
She let out a long, tired groan.
“Why me…”
Her hands rested on her hips for a moment, eyes narrowed at the trail ahead. A bead of sweat ran down her temple—not from heat, but from frustration. Her center of balance had shifted, her clothes no longer fit right, and she could already imagine the questions she'd get if she showed up back at the palace like this.
But then… she slowed.
Her eyes drifted down, briefly assessing herself again.
It’s not… terrible.
Sure, she was softer. Fuller. But her stride was still firm. Her movements still fluid. She didn’t feel weak. Just… different.
Maybe it was the fire magic constantly burning in her core, but the warmth around her stomach and thighs didn’t feel burdensome—it was oddly grounding. Centered. Like she could still kick a hole through a steel door if she wanted to.
She glanced down at her midsection, frowning slightly, but not with shame this time.
I can train. Turn it into muscle, she thought. Run drills. Add power to my strikes.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
But… maybe I don’t have to get rid of all of it.
The idea surprised her.
A curvier form wasn’t weakness. It was just change. Something new. And if anyone had the discipline to reshape her body exactly how she wanted—whether lean, strong, or somewhere in between—it was her.
She took a deep breath, the forest wind gently catching her fur, and began walking again, this time with a little less frustration. A little more intent.
Let them stare, she thought. Let Sonic crack jokes.
Her tail swayed behind her—not in irritation, but with quiet confidence.
She was Blaze the Cat. Princess. Guardian of the Sol Emeralds. Flame incarnate.
And if her thighs shook when she walked?
Then so be it.
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