This choice: Make her the test subject of his nanny robot. • Go Back...Chapter #5Nanny-bot care by: Kazoo   Rouge moaned as she regained consciousness from Tails booby trap. She felt groggy and suffered some headache.
“Ugh. I can’t believe I fell for that.” Rough thought; disgusted in herself for being captured. “Shouldn’t have underestimated him.”
Rouge tried to rise to her feet, but to no benefit. She was restrained in what looked like to be a high chair. Rouge surveyed her current environment. It looked to be a nursery, but it seemed off. It appeared to look like a nursery; the walls colored with a pastel light pink and toys scattered around, but the furniture was off. The furniture; crib, playpen, changing table; looked too big to be for a baby and looked more to accommodate an adult. Rouge struggled in the high chair to shake herself loose, but to no avail.
“It’s no use.” Chimed a familiar voice. “You’re not going to get out of what I have planned for you.”
Rouge scanned the room to find her captor. She spotted Tails, sitting in a rocking chair parallel to the high chair.
“Tails, you two-tailed creep, what have you done to m-…” Rouge’s shouting cut short by a baby bottle plunged into her mouth.
Rouge struggled to not swallow the strange formula slowly trickling down her throat. Rouge’s eyes fixated on a white-gloved hand with a metallic tentacle attached to the wrist holding the bottle. Her eyes trailed the tentacle to it’s source. There stood a Mobian with a mechanical tentacle coming out its back. It looked like a mature, female, Mobian fox with light-orange fur and wavy, red hair; wearing a casual, blue dress, a white apron, matching, blue pumps, and a matching headband. But, without a doubt, Rouge knew that it’s a machine.
“You like my invention Rouge?” Tails asked. “It’s a robot I designed to act as a nanny. I planned on giving to a local daycare, but I never got around to really test it. But, given your current predicament, I think this would be a good opportunity to test it.”
Rouge glared strongly at Tails with anger and disgust.
“Okay, how about I let you out of that high chair after you finish that bottle?” Tails asked.
Rouge rolled her eyes for how ridiculous all this was. She suckled the formula down, drinking as much as she could. It wasn’t much of a challenge. Once Rouge finished the formula, the nanny-bot raised the high chair’s tray and removed Rouge’s restraints. Rouge ran towards the door once released. She hoped to make a quick getaway, but something felt wrong. Her legs grew weaker. She lost her balance and fell onto the floor. Her arms and legs started to feel like jelly. Rouge desperately crawled to the door. She mustered up whatever strength she had left in a last-ditch effort. Her actions proved futile when a hand on a tentacle swooped her up by her underside. The tentacle brought her close to Tails and the nanny-bot, looking them both in the eye.
“I said I’d let you out of the chair. I didn’t say we were done.” Tails exclaimed sternly. “You’re going to be the guinea pig for my robot.”
“Uee pan’t bu bis bu reep.” Rouge slurred as the relaxant took effect on her speech.
“I can. It’s also fitting for a brat like you.” Tails smirked “Nanny-bot, treat her like she’s your very own child. Attend to her needs, be gentle with her, discipline her when necessary, and be with her at all times. Make sure she doesn’t leave and give her the ‘formula’ every 24 hours. I’ll be back to check on you two later.”
“Understood.” The nanny-bot assured Tails in her robotic yet motherly and feminine tone. Tails left the nursery to continue his work. The nanny-bot faced Rouge. “Come along, sweetums. Let’s wash you up and get you comfortable.”
Five more hands appeared out of the robot’s back. Two went to a nearby bathroom in the nursery to draw a bath. Four grabbed Rouge by each limb and raised her. Once the bath faucet ran, one hand returned a pointed its index finger at Rouge. It emitted a blue beam; it singed lines into Rouge’s jumpsuit for it to be removed, but brought no harm to Rouge. Rouge’s jumpsuit swiped off her body in a single flick of one of the hand’s, leaving Rouge in just her underwear. They were the next to go.
Once the bathtub filled up, the nanny-bot carried a stark-naked Rouge to the bathroom and placed her into the tub. The bath water felt comfortably warm. The nanny grabbed a soft sponge, lathered it with soap, and washed Rouge. Rouge blushed heavily as the machine scrubbed her down, especially when it reached some personal areas. Rouge whined incomprehensible babble during the bath. Rouge’s babble was eventually cut by a pacifier plopped into her mouth by the nanny.
The nanny-bot removed Rouge from the bath, toweled her off, and brought her to the changing table. The nanny-bot buckled Rouge down to prevent fidgeting. Rouge tried to fidget and shake, but her jelly muscles kept it short. The nanny-bot brought out baby wipes, baby powder, and a babyish diaper big enough to fit Rouge. The robot lied down the diaper underneath Rouge, touched up her privates with baby wipes, generously powdering her privates and rear, and finally sealing the diaper. Rouge groaned behind her pacifier. The nanny-bot’s extra hands pulled out a pink, childish dress, pink mittens, pink booties, and a pink bow from a nearby wardrobe to dress Rouge. The robot undid the restraint on the changing table, picked up Rouge and dressed her accordingly.
“There we go.” The nanny-bot chimed. “Now my baby is all set.”
The nanny-bot placed Rouge in a nearby playpen. Her extra hands grabbed some toys from a toybox nearby. Her hands gave Rouge a variety of toys to play with. After Rouge was placed and given some toys, the nanny-bot retired to the nearby rocking chair and watched Rouge, letting Rouge carry on with her business. Rouge crossed her arms and pouted over her situation. One of the most cunning jewel thief’s ever scene forced to be a toddler.
“Tails is dead when I get my hands on him.” Rouge thought.
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