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Agent Stone looked down at the Earth from the safety of the sleek mansion that resembled an oversized badnik floating in space. Her darling wife, Dr. Iva Robotnik had made it with her mind shortly after their well deserved and hard earned victory. The blue and green marvel had been under their control ever since her beloved had empowered herself with the chaos emerald which was a little over two months.
Stone was adjusting to life as a queen and not a worker slowly. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the life, it was just that she had no job. The agent needed to be busy or else she tended to go a bit crazy and fidgety.
At first she had let Iva pamper her, thinking it was some kind of honey moon phase as they celebrated the defeat of the hedgehog and their new life but then the goddess never assigned her a job.
Stone was growing restless, she tugged on her tie for the tenth time that morning as she straightened it and pressed it flat, or as flat as her chest would allow, a slight side effect of said pampering. She wasn’t sure why, but it gave her hands something to do.
She was still watching the Earth beneath them when she felt the hair on her neck and the shorter parts of her hair stand on end. Arms wrapped around her waist as she was tugged up into the air as if she was nothing more than an oversized teddy bear. The agent gently kissed her wife’s cheek, smiling as the soft green blush flooded her cheeks and the tips of her ears.
Iva let out a soft giggle as she nuzzled into Stone, the tip of her mustache brushing across the younger’s face.
Stone felt her troubles melt away as she was snuggled only for them all to come flooding back as she was sat down on her own two feet, the doctor wearing a serious expression.
“I could feel your displeasure and restlessness across the house, Stone, is everything ok?”
The agent hummed before telling Iva the truth, she needed a job.
“Oh! Why didn’t you say something? I may be able to read your mind but I didn’t want to go snooping. I was just waiting for you to ask!”
Stone felt a smile spread across her face, she should have known better than to doubt her Goddess.
“I assumed you would want to take control of badnik production, you always have had a soft spot for them,” the doctor said, lifting her legs to cross them at the ankle as she floated in front of Stone, “but then again, I guess you are the mother that stepped up.”
Stone smiled at the reference before pulling Iva down into a deep kiss, their lips locking together as Stone thought “Thank you, Ma’am!” Over and over again to make sure her wife got the message.
——
Before they had won, Iva never scheduled a regular time to eat, she wouldn’t even have eaten until Stone forced her to take breaks. So now that she was a goddess and didn't need to eat she had no clue how long it took Stone to get hungry.
Yet she still wanted to spoil her wife so she would conjure small treats to proudly show off and then pop into Stone’s mouth. The agent always smiled and thanked her, enjoying the little rituals they created in their new life.
Sometimes Stone missed the busyness of the lab, the way Iva would scream at her, the little bites of pain from being shoved against something or grabbed by the jaw that would always send a shiver up her spine. But that was a thing of the past. And their new life was much better. Well, the jaw grabbing was still very present in her life.
Stone started her morning waking up tangled in the lanky limbs of Iva. Sometimes they would curl together tighter just enjoying their time together, or they would slip apart to get dressed and prepare for another long day of expanding their rule. It was a much better start to the day than waking up plagued with nightmares since the doctor had started manually removing them.
The younger of the two usually dressed in the same black suit she wore all through being the doctor’s agent, but sometimes Iva would be able to convince to dress up. She did have a fair share of dresses and skirts she never got to wear as a kid because the orphanage she grew up at was short on money and only gave her hand me downs. But now she could be as extravagant as she wanted.
One particular morning Stone watched Iva dress in her usual black and green coat draped over her shoulders like a cape to adorn the green pantsuit she had chosen. The agent, ever one to match her boss, decided to pull out a floor length back dress and a pair of matching heels with the familiar color of green on the bottoms.
At one point in her life she had to fight GUNs higher ups to let her not wear heels to work. They were impractical and hurt, but now she wore them more often because Iva had somehow magiced the pain away. Permanently.
Stone felt eyes on her as she dressed, the silky fabric hugging her body as the hair on her arms stood on end. The dress covered very little between the slit and low cut top but with a wardrobe designed fully by a woman who routinely shrunk herself small enough to wedge into the agent’s cleavage there was no surprise (something Iva only did when Stone felt too cooped up in the house and went down to Earth. Iva wasn’t exactly well liked down there but Stone could blend in easily with foundation over her more recognisable scars like the small divit on her cheek that looked like a heart.)
Now dressed with her multiple piercings properly adorned, Stone finally turned to Iva, “How do I look?”
If Iva’s pupils could have turned into hearts she would have done it. Her sycophant could wear a garbage bag and be stunning, but there was a rareness to her dressing up that brought a special layer of beauty. Iva found herself speechless, a feat only her darling wife was capable of achieving.
Stone often worked remotely on badnik productions, only going down to the fully automated facility when something was a miss or a new batch of badniks needed approval. Which meant the agent got to do her job planted firmly in her wife’s lap.
Even though Iva constantly got the zoomies as Stone affectionately called them, usually even worse than back at the lab thanks to being supercharged 24/7 and still heavily caffeinated, Stone still wanted to sit in her lap. The chaos goddess usually created clones of herself so she could zip around the spacious control center’s “totally-not-a-war-table” and map out future plans while also holding Stone close to her chest. The agent was fully aware Iva could have created a clone to oversee the badniks, but the fact that she had given up even a sliver of power to Stone was already so touching. Not to mention it had to do with her precious babies? The agent felt like she was on cloud nine as she clicked through the security cameras to make sure everything was running smoothly.
Her heeled foot tapped against the floor as her leg bounced. The Iva she was sitting on had begun running her fingers through her short hair. The agent had forgotten to style it with gel after seeing Iva’s appreciation for her dress so it was getting frizzy from the electricity. She felt staticky kisses begin to trail down her neck as the hairs on her neck stood on end.
The agent let out a soft giggle as she continued to keep the majority of her attention on the badniks. The other Iva, the one who had been zooming around the room in a power hungry haze had stopped what she was doing and tilted Stone’s head up, clearly needing attention too. The agent smiled and set her tablet aside which left room for Iva to plop down into her lap and encase her in a Stone sandwich. The two (three?) women’s laughter filled the room as any badniks that had been present with them vacated the premises.
——
The agent pouted as she dried alone after her shower. Iva hadn’t come to bed last night, clearly forgetting her agent still needed to sleep.
Despite Iva’s many offers, the only change to her humanity that Stone accepted was immortality which also stopped her from aging.
She still needed to sleep and eat, a fact that Iva continued to be confused by. Not the fact that she enjoyed it, but when it occurred. Stone often had to guide Iva to bed or accept a random chocolate truffle at nine o’clock at night because Iva had forgotten to schedule her day around meals. For someone who had seemingly lost any knowledge on how the human body worked, Iva took good care of her “pet rock” as she occasionally and affectionately called Stone.
Stone hummed as she buttoned her pants only to feel resistance. Her heart began hammering in her chest as she realised that care might have been a little too good.
The doctor looked at her sycophant. For some reason she was wearing bagging pants and a sweater that seemed to swallow her whole. The chaos goddess frowned for a second, missing the sight of her agent not swaddled complete in fabric.
“Shit.” Iva muttered as she snapped her fingers and their houseship instantly warmed. Now that she was one with the emerald, she forgot humans could get cold if not in the proper temperature.
The agent gave a weak smile as sweat started to bead on her forehead.
“It’s warmer now, you can shed a layer,” Iva whispered, voice gentle as she spoke to her lover.
The agent shook her head slightly, “no no, I’m fine, ma’am! No need to worry about me.”
Iva raised an eyebrow and felt her mustache twitch with skepticism as the agent started to sway. It was clear she was overheating herself for some purposeful yet likely stupid reason.
“Stone. You know I can just magic your clothes off,” the goddess smiled, resting a hand on the agent’s cheek, “but I feel like that would cross a boundary no matter how many times I have seen you splayed out on my bed in nothing but your wedding ring.”
Stone nodded meekly, waiting to see where this was going and hoping there wasn’t a but.
“But, if you put yourself in danger like this, I will have no choice but to remove a layer or two so you can cool down.”
Stone let out a small whimper because she knew she was overheating. She would have to follow orders and remove a layer or risk fainting but she was much too scared to face her beloved’s disapproval. The agent tried to speak but felt herself tip forward before she got the chance.
Her shirt and sweater were both gone in the blink of an eye leaving her in nothing but her bra and baggy pants. Iva’s hands shot out to steady her. The electricity that simmered just beneath the doctor’s skin prickled against her own, only she couldn’t enjoy the sensation because it felt like Iva’s eyes were boring into her. Because they were, the deep brown temporarily replaced with emerald green.
Iva spoke in a voice that dripped with the strain to keep it level, “Why were you doing this to yourself? Is it some kind of punishment? If it is, I order you to stop.”
“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” the agent found her voice again as she felt her body cool down remarkably fast, probably aided by Iva’s powers.
Iva blinked for a second before letting her eyes drift downwards from Stone’s face. She traced every curve and dip on her sycophant’s body with her eyes as Stone turned a bright pink.
The agent certainly had been enjoying retirement with a goddess. Her form was plumper and Iva was unable to tear her eyes away now that she had seen the glory that was her wife. That was until she heard a small whimper.
“Please don’t throw me out.”
“What? Why in the name of me would I do that, my darling, my sweet, my agent, my sparkling amethyst?” Iva’s voice was filled with concern and what she hoped Stone would recognize as love even though she wasn’t used to expressing it through tone yet.
“Well,” Stone started trying to suppress her emotions like she learned to do in military school, “you are the ruler of Earth and soon the galaxy and I am no longer in peak condition. I have failed you, my emerald, I- I let myself go. Just please don’t get rid of me! I can lose the weight, promise.”
“Oh, Stone,” Iva moved her hand from the agent’s cheek to plant it on her love handle. She carefully pressed the tip of the gold claw adorning the pointer finger to the rounded flesh of the agent’s plump belly, “never get rid of this, my love, not until I get to properly worship it at least,” she gently let her hand press against the plushness encasing her sycophant, “And I will never, ever, ever get rid of you, especially not for something as simple and beautiful as gaining weight.”
The agent’s eyes were wide as she stared at her beloved goddess, “so you don’t hate this?”
“Hate it? How could I possibly hate more of my favorite person? Especially when I was the cause! Spoiling you to the point of ample perfection.”
The agent closed her eyes as she felt Iva’s fingers trail across her belly, tiny sparks of green lightning dancing from her two ungloved fingertips that were pressing into her softened tummy harder than the two shrouded in the gold clawed tips of her gloves. The agent could feel the sharp tips starting to indent into the skin as Iva pressed harder, knowing what her sycophantic sweetheart needed.
Stone’s face was as red as it could get, even darker than the lipstick that adorned her partner’s lips. The doctor had always used her lips as a statement piece even before the mushroom planet had caused a gorgeous ginger mustache to sprout there. Not that Stone was complaining, it was yet another perfectly unique aspect to the woman she adored whole-heartedly.
“Besides,” the chaos goddess snapped her fingers and the black and green coat she had been wearing vanished, revealing a pale, pudgy belly of her own, “What kind of hypocrite would I be?”
Stone felt like she was having an out of body experience. It hadn’t been that long since she had seen the goddess naked, but since then the hint of a muffin top had turned into the glorious belly that was before her.
Tan hands were on the pale skin in an instant, Iva’s soft chuckle was low in her ears as Stone felt her cheeks go a deeper red than before somehow.
Iva’s laugh turned into a quiet cackle as she felt Stone’s hand that wasn’t cradling her belly was starting to slip lower.
“Naughty girl.”
“But Ma’am! You’re magnificent!” Stone pouted and she felt Iva’s hand interlace with hers as it was pulled from under the goddess’s waistband.
“Tonight is about making sure you know I will never replace you, never dispose of you for simply enjoying life,” Iva reminded, planting her golden clawed pointer finger in the center of Stone’s barely withheld chest and lightly pushing her back, causing the agent to lose her footing.
Instead of hitting the hallway flooring, Stone’s back hit the squishy marshmallow of a mattress she and her darling emerald goddess shared. Iva’s arms were on either side of her, pinning her to the bed as if she would want to move.
Right now Stone’s view was perfect. Her doctor’s face staring down at her, eyes green with joy as her mustache curled upward to match her toothy grin. Stone grinned back, Iva always knew how to make her feel better.
“Forget your worries, my dear amethyst," Iva’s voice was silken in Stone’s ears, “you know I can and will fix anything with a flick of my wrist! A concern is a thing of the past for us, we have achieved something greater.”
Iva withheld a chuckle as the thought “Lesbianism” momentarily flashed across her wife’s mind. She hadn’t meant to be in there really, but one quick check confirmed Stone was having the time of her life being worshipped like the goddess she was.
Iva hummed as she snapped her fingers to prove a point, “for instance, your pants were a problem because they hid these glorious thighs from my view. So they are now gone and the problem is solved!”
Stone smiled as she raised a thick thigh to her goddess. It was soon covered in deep red lipstick marks and smears. And here she was having once thought Iva would hate the new weight. Oh how wrong she had been.
Once both legs had been thoroughly kissed and squished, Iva moved upwards to start kissing along Stone’s tummy. The agent closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of feeling those staticy lips on her skin when she realised there were four hands groping at her, two on her widened hips and two slipping under her panties to squeeze her rounded ass.
“Greedy,” was all she managed to choke out, the sensations fully taking over her brain. Stone loved every damn minute of her wife's attention and affection. She wanted to do more, to kiss back, to face-plant in a certain green goddess’s chest but Iva was on a mission and that mission was not to be interrupted.
Stone’s eyes flew open the second she felt a warm, electric sensation explode through her body. She looked down to find her dark purple bra had vanished from her chest and was now neatly folded on the bed next to them. It also appeared to have gone up a size since it left her body.
The doctor had planted herself in her now freed cleavage so she spoke directly to Stone’s brain, “as much as I loved seeing your boobs spill over, it’ll be more comfortable now.”
Stone smiled as she ran a hand through Iva’s mustache, a habit she had picked up since the doctor remained bald after her sentence on the mushroom planet.
It was lucky Iva no longer needed to breathe or she would be no longer conscious. The goddess was so happy a motor-like had begun to emanate from her chest. Stone called it purring because it only ever happened when she was extremely happy. Eventually purring turned into soft snores as Iva fell asleep, cheek squished against Stone’s right breast. The agent raised her arms to wrap around her lover’s waist as she settled back into the mountain on pillows that adorned her bed.
She was unable to grab the weighted blanket they had to sleep under to prevent Iva from floating away in her sleep. The agent started wondering if she had gained enough to keep Iva in place by herself when one blearily green eye opened.
“If I get the blanket will you quiet your throughts?” The chaos goddess spoke directly into her queen’s mind, too full of bliss and too tired from the past few sleepless weeks that were finally catching up to her.
Stone nodded just enough for Iva to move a hand in a half wave and the blanket to automatically teleport across the room from where Stone had folded it that morning. The blanket plopped down across Iva’s back and neatly tucked itself under Stone, making a little pocket of warmth and electricity for the couple.
Stone heard the goddess let out a pleased sigh as they both closed their eyes and started to drift off again. The last sensation the agent felt that night was a hand sneaking around her waist to rest on the slight roll that had started to form along her back.
The next morning they woke to the artificial sunlight streaming in through lamps in the ceiling. The goddess had installed it when she made the house so Stone could feel a bit more comfortable since it was similar to what the doctor had used in her more underground labs. Somehow in the night, light bite marks rimmed in a deep maroon lipstick had appeared along the more okish curves of her body. She had no idea how it could have possibly happened.
The agent sat up to drape her arms around her wife. Iva was reapplying lipstick before she even bothered to put on a shirt so Stone began to nibble along her neck, alternating with plenty of kisses. The goddess tilted her head to properly smooch her agent.
No matter how many times they were able to share moments of pure romantic bliss, the couple still giggled when they parted. It just felt so unbelievable that they were not only together, but all powerful. The rulers of the Earth.
Iva flopped down onto the bed next to Stone, “How did I not notice you were softer? I feel like I have failed you, my darling, like I haven’t been paying enough attention to you.”
“Iva! Don’t say that, ma’am, you could never fail me!” Stone lay down in her arms, one finger tracing over the green lighting shaped scars that zigzagged across her arms and like tattoos, “it’s been busy these past few weeks with preparations to expand your rule, I suppose we haven’t had much ‘us’ time.”
Next to her, Iva pouted, “We should fix that. Galaxy ruling plans are on hold for now!”
Stone sat up in shock as she looked down at her Iva, “Really?”
“Mmmhmm. Now that the hedgehog is dead, I can relax a bit on my plans I suppose. Even with the other two still out there,” she waved her hand dismissively at the mere idea of colorful critters.
The agent rolled over so that she was fully laying on Iva before kissing her nose softly, “what if we moved to the trophy room? That way we at least get out of bed even if our other plans are on hold.”
The chaos in her eyes gleamed as Iva transported them both to a velvet couch. In front of the couple an emerald green fire blazed to life in the fireplace, illuminating her greatest achievements. Iva’s doctorates adorned the wall but the highlight was hanging over the fireplace. Sonic’s head, perfectly preserved through chaos magic, hung over their mantle. Her second greatest achievement, that horrid blue creature dead, stuffed, and taxidermied. Her true greatest achievement hung just a bit above it, a simple slip of paper that was proof that Stone had married her.
Iva clapped her hands in joy, mustache curling into hearts at the end as Stone’s lips found hers. Life was perfect. She had won, and now she got to live in her victory as they worked together to spread the reaches of her, no, their rule to every planet in the galaxy. And she got to do it all with her favorite person by her side.
——
Now that Iva had seen Stone’s rounded body, the agent discovered her wardrobe had been refreshed again, properly sized deep purples and vibrant greens filled the wardrobe. She had never really been one for fashion but now that she had the time to experiment and a wife who encouraged her to relax, she didn’t object as much anymore.
The familiar voice of her darling began to chant in her ear despite not even being in the room, “fashion show. Fashion show!”
Stone hummed, playing along, “and what do I get out of it?”
“Smothered in kisses, a chance to see the lovely outfits your’s truly designed for you, and perhaps,” Iva appeared in their bedroom with a crackling pop of green electricity, “a tasty lunch. It is lunch time, right?”
Stone waved a hand, “close. I usually eat at twelve.”
The doctor thought for a second, eyes calculating something. Stone gently kissed her cheek and reminded her it was two o’clock. Iva pouted about not knowing for a full twenty seconds while Stone smiled about getting to be the one who kept the most powerful being in the galaxy grounded in some sort of reality.
Iva’s poutiness evaporated immediately when a familiar black suit with some tasteful differences was produced from the closet and held up. Stone’s eyes danced over the now velvet jacket that was adorned with faint lightning bolts on the lapel and amethyst studded buttons.
Iva purred, “like your nickname!” Clearly proud of herself.
“It’s perfect,” the agent grinned as her eye caught on the tailoring that had been done to fit her now more rounded body.
And then she noticed the corset. It had been hanging under the jacket next to the deep grey shirt and it made the agent flush maroon. Her eyes darted to Iva, the smug grin on her wife’s face said all Stone needed to know.
The agent sighed, affectionate but wary. She had only worn a corset once for a mission and she put it just below getting stabbed in the arm on her ranking of pain (bad). She wondered if knowing Iva had made the corset would make the experience swap to the list that ranked pain (Good).
Stone felt gorgeous. The corset fit perfectly because of course it did and the tailoring on the pants, jacket, and shirt was done to perfection, almost as if someone had not only studied her curves with careful precision but also highlighted them. The shirt didn’t even gape at the buttons despite her chest growing larger with the rest of her body. Iva had wanted to make the agent feel as beautiful as the goddess saw her and it had worked.
As Stone studied the details of the fabric, not two but four greedy gloved hands attached to an equally greedy chaos being started to glide across those highlighted curves of Stone’s.
The agent smirked before promptly letting all her weight flop back into Iva, a grin spreading across her face as she looked up.
The doctor met her eye and smiled, kissing the agent on the nose with a loud smack. Stone leaned up to kiss but since she was backwards and Iva was wearing her heeled boots again, the height difference was a bit too extreme. The solution was solved when the chaos goddess willed heeled boots onto Stone’s feel with a soft promise that they wouldn’t hurt and an even softer kiss.
The agent sighed and opted to wear them even though her pan for the day involved more walking than usually.
“If they hurt my feet,” the agent said as they left the room and began to part ways with Stone going toward the kitchen and Iva heading deeper into the ship, “I want a massage!”
It earned her a chuckle from the retreating Iva’s back, “anything you want, my dear, is yours!”
That day Iva had planned to survey her kingdom, a vast expanse of monitors with feeds of every single badnik’s view on Earth. She hadn't exactly decided what to do with her rein, since the first plan of action had been “destroy Sonic” and that had taken up all her planning time so when she had actually started ruling the world she had no great plans to enact. So she just left them to do their thing, with the ever present badnik surveillance with more being produced daily from a man made island in the Atlantic that was shaped like her logo, mustache and all. Stone had convinced it would be better than a plain island, especially since they could view it from their home in space.
She wanted to watch the badniks’ veiws, maybe figure out what to do with the humans because she knew Stone was starting to feel too much like a trophy wife and actually had to do her job. She had actually gone down to the surface to inspect that everything in badnik production was going well.
Iva missed her terribly. She fell into deep thought. How was she supposed to surive this absence wuth her mind going a mile a minute and no soft touches to keep her grounded?!
The doctor was dragged out after hearing a framilar metallic clink. Opening an eye she saw a thermos set on her desk and her darling wife!
Iva exclaimed in joy, “You’re back!”
Stone blinked, brow slightly, “I haven’t left yet. It’s only been roughly ten minutes, my emerald, I was just making your latte before I leave.”
The chaos goddess stared at her in disbelief before letting out a wail of pure dispair and sinking lower in her seat. If she still had tear ducts, she would have been sobbing.
Strong arms wrapped around Iva as she sat miserably, unprepared to be seperated from the woman she was practically attached to the hip. Stone kissed the top of her bald head, “I’ll be back soon, it’s not any longer than any of my other trips down to the surface.”
“But now I am used to your constant presence and the mere thought of living without it is too much to bare.”
“You once threw a mug at my head for arriving at work three minutes early.”
A green transparent hand materialized in front of Stone’s lip, pressing one finger against them as the doctor shushed her.
Stone waved the hand off with an affectionate smile, “I’ll be back soon, stay safe, emerald, but more importantly stay out of trouble.”
Iva pouted, “Aaaaaaaaaamethyssssssst,” the nickname was almost as fun to drag as ‘stone’. Almost.
The agent gently kissed the top of Iva’s bald head, curling her fingers through the trooping mustache to get it properly curled and back to its usual shape. As much as she loves that her mustache movement was tied to her emotions, seeing it droop like a wilted flower made her so sad to see.
“I’ll be back soon,” she repeated, her heels clicking on the metal floor as she left the room.
Iva watched her go before immediately pulling up a feed of the mininik that lived in Stone’s hair while she was off ship.
The view was as unexciting as a trip to the badnik factory could be. Of course everything was running smoothly, she had built it and Stone maintained it! At one point Stone had bent forward and Iva had been met with a view of mostly just cleavage, that had been the most exciting part.
Iva sipped on her latte, trying to make it last the whole day because even her powers couldn't recreate the taste. The secret ingredient was “love” Stone had once told her which seemed like it would be easy to recreate in the latte, but no, Stone was the only one with that power.
Iva sighed as she hit the bottom of the flask. Now she had nothing to distract her from the crushing loneliness and the fact that the badniks loved Stone more.
Likely because she gave them more affection and was the first face they saw upon coming online for the first time. They were her babies, really, but that wasn’t why the chaos goddess was upset. Stone was giving the babies kisses which while adorable, made Iva sad. Her wife could be giving her kisses.
Pouting, Iva shrank herself down and teleported to the badnik production center. If Stone was surprised to find her miniature wife wedged in her chest, she didn’t show it.
“You lasted two hours on your own,” she cooed, “I’m so proud of you.”
The chaos goddess huffed but did not deny her attachment issues air her pinky green blush tipped ears. Stone kissed a finger and pressed it to her wife’s head before continuing on her inspection. It was promptly five minutes before Iva had promptly fallen asleep, drooling slightly. the agent just smiled and continued on her day.