Dominant Donovan (Patreon)

The ringing of a doorbell roused the lounging green raccoon, resting under the covers, from his mildly comforting slumber. For some reason, staying in bed wasn’t as comfy as it used to be. Often he’d be satisfied with the desire to slop out of it whenever the need to go and make something of his life crushed his senses. He couldn’t relax often if he felt like his quota for doing something to advance his career wasn’t happening during the day.

What was his career? He honestly didn’t even know. Right now he works at an Empire City style Pizza place. It paid him well enough, the hours were convenient, and he had enough free time to do mostly whatever he wanted. He should have been content with that right?

The doorbell keeps ringing. The boy was sitting up in bed, groaning as he wore a white, sleeveless shirt and a pair of blue Superman themed underoos on. “Alright, alright… I’m coming.”

His name was Donovan the Raccoon and he’s been on quite the journey. A ton about his character had changed over time and he’s seen things he never thought he would. If he could pin-point the exact moment his life changed for the better, it would probably be the night he met Sonic the Hedgehog’s younger brother, Manic.

Donovan made it down stairs with a pair of black shorts covering his underwear up, rather sloppily, and opened the door to be greeted by the wild haired green hedgehog and his wonderful, confident smile. The medallion on his neck sparkled and shined off the light of the sun, giving his visage a wonderful luster.

“Hey there buddy. How’s my cutey-patootie?” Manic asked, leaning forward with his fists on his hips.

Donovan merely groaned.

Manic reached over and cupped his chin to make him look at him directly.

“What’s wrong? Is it too early in the morning for me?” Manic giggled. “I’m too high concept a boyfriend for early morning. I get it. I was hoping we’d have some fun but maybe you’re too weak right now to handle me.”

Donovan stared into Manic’s eyes and smiled.

He loved when Manic talked like this.

—

The night Donovan met Manic was a very poetic and accidentally romantic one. It was Christmas Eve and he was working.

Yeah, that sounded bad but he wanted to do it. He didn’t really have anything or anyone waiting for him at home. At least at work he was around people he semi-knew and cared about. Sort of.

No one at work was particularly bad but they weren’t particularly great either. They were just familiar.

Not only that but they were closing early anyway. Everything was shutting down at 6 PM for clean-up and at 7 PM they were out of there. They were closed on Christmas and Donovan took the day after Christmas off. Why? He didn’t know.

At the moment, they’d gotten about two orders. One he was in the middle of making the second one right now, with the first having just been delivered up front. He had the dough tossing and the saucing down pat and sighed with happiness when he finally got it in the oven.

“Great. Now I gotta hurry off to the bathroom,” Donovan said while wiping his forehead with his arm. He’d been back here for hours without a bathroom break and he needed one before he delivered this pizza to the people waiting for it at the table. Why the lobby was still open today was beyond him. No one came in except a group of young kids, looking to make his day a bit more taxing.

That was fine though. He wanted to do it.

That was until a third order came in right as he was about to take his apron off. Donovan looked at the screen and winced.

“Come on Kyle. Can’t you do this one? I really gotta go…” Donovan said to the cashier up front. Kyle, the yawning jackrabbit, just did what he did best. He yawned and talked like Squidward from Spongebob.

“I’m the cashier dude. I don’t even know how to make pizzas. Just do your thing and hurry off to wherever when you’re done,” Kyle said, not even turning around to acknowledge him.

Donovan sighed. He, rather aggressively, tied his apron back on. Why he did that when it was only hurting himself, he again didn’t know. A lot of the things he did seldom ever made sense to him.

He turned around and got to work on another pizza, this time sweating up a storm as he did. He grumbled and eventually began whimpering and murmuring to himself about how uncomfortable he was. He even eventually started to press his legs together, feeling the desire to release his bladder hitting him fiercely.

“Honnnggguh!” Donovan let out a weird sound, dancing in place with his legs now crossing. He couldn’t leave though. He had another pizza in the oven and it was about to come out for those kids waiting up front.

“When it’s done I’m gonna have to deliver this to them and just burst off to the bathroom…” Donovan said, fiddling with his apron again. He was done making the third pizza now so he didn’t need this on. What sucked was that his aggressive tying from earlier made it tighter then he wanted. “AUGH! Come… ON!”

He stumbled around the kitchen, making goofy sounds and noises. At one point he probably sounded like the RoadRunner from a Wil E. Coyote cartoon. Who knows?

Kyle just stood up front, elbow on the counter and head resting in his palm wearing a bored expression on his face. The idea that the noises and swishing around Donovan was doing behind him would interest him was a joke. Currently, Donovan was waving his butt back and forth with his legs twisted up like a pretzel. It didn’t even summon an emotion from Kyle. Out of sight and way out of mind was his philosophy.

Eventually, though, the oven signaled that the pizza was done!

Donovan’s eyes lit up, almost sparkling and full of joyful tears at seeing it finally finished. He reached in and pulled it out to set it into a box. He then had to lift the other one on the paddle and put it in. He managed it, but felt like someone was kicking at his bladder the entire time he did. God, it had reached a level of mercilessness that he wasn’t used to.

When he scrambled to close the box and raced out towards the lobby, he skidded to a stop by the table of kids before him. The 19 year old panted and placed the box down, swishing his butt around with delight and blushing as his legs pressed together.

“Here! Your large pepperoni pizza with pineapple on one half and green peppers and mushrooms on the other. Th-Thank you for choosing Empire Pizza Stop for your… pizza… yeah!” He trailed off there, sweating profusely as he forgot the line he was supposed to say. He was forcing a grin though.

The four kids looked at him up and down and chuckled. They seemed to be able to tell what was happening but instead of hurrying up, they smelled blood in the water and one of them raised their hand to say, “What about our drink?”

“What–?!” Donovan asked, looking confused. “Y-You didn’t order any–”

“This place gives free water though, right?” One little boy sneered. “I want one.”

Donovan stared down at him. He sucked in a breath and let out a tremendous sigh. “Haaaaannnngh… okay. OKAY!”

Donovan tried his best to scurry over to the drink machine but was moving more like a coiled up snake since he couldn’t spread his legs at all. The giggles from the children behind him were hitting his big ears and he felt embarrassment wash over him.

Being bullied by literal children was emasculating. He made a very disgruntled, upset face as he grabbed a cup and filled it with water.

“All four of us want some please!” Another boy shouted.

Donovan almost tossed it at their faces. His eyes got big but through clenched teeth and a face drenched in sweat, he muttered, “Suuuuure…!”

Seeing the water cascading down into the cups like that did not help in any way. He swooned and found himself hunching over involuntarily. It sucked.

Eventually, he got the four cups finished and put into a foam cup holder. His cute little downward scuttle back over to the four boys didn’t go unnoticed. Mostly because it was distractingly weird.

He was so close to the ground, legs pressed together, butt sticking out, and feeling his face flushing brightly. He couldn’t handle this.

“H-Here… here’s y-your… w-wa… watttaa…” Donovan gasped and then his eyes got big and crossed. “YEEP!”

He set the water down on the table and stood straight up, ready to bolt. Then his body jolted and he screeched.

The kids stopped their giggling for a split second before perking up with delight and pointing. This was followed by a tremendous round of intense laughter.

“He’s peeing his pants!” one of them blurted out.

Donovan’s red face got even redder. An acknowledgement of his shameful act was definitely not what he wanted to hear but it was impossible to deny.

A wet spot was spreading across the front of his pants and cascading down to the floor. As the puddle grew around him, Donovan’s frozen facial expression got funnier. His eyes were wide but twitchy, his jaw hung open, and he let his arms dangle out in front of him.

The kids took photos of him with their phones and grabbed their pizza, leaving with a smack to his big bottom before they left.

“Bye! Thanks for the pizza!”

“We’ll definitely come again! You’re funny!”

Donovan’s eye twitched again as a squiggly smile crossed his embarrassed face.

“W-Well… at least they like me…”

Kyle looked over at that moment and simply said, “I’m gonna need you to get a mop.”

Donovan slumped and draped himself over the table, butt sticking out as his pants remained drenched. “There’s a pizza in the oven that’s about to come out. Can you please take it out and put it in a box for me.”

Kyle stared at him.

“Please!” Donovan clenched his fists. “That’s ALL you have TO DO!”

Kyle stared at him some more.

He then shrugged and said, “Sure. Sounds simple enough.”

With that he turned around to head to the kitchen.

Donovan grumbled and slopped off to the back room.

He grabbed his backpack and then went off to the bathroom, finally. There, with his business already done, he was in no real need of the toilet. He sat down on the closed seat and took down his pants to inspect the damage. The Rugrats briefs he had on were soaked. They and his pants were sticking to his legs. It was so uncomfortable. Going out like this on a snowy Christmas Eve would have been torturous.

Thankfully, he always brought a change of clothes with him to work. He never imagined having to use them for this though.

He slipped his pants all the way off, then his briefs. He even took his top off and let them all pile onto the floor. His socks had to go as well. His shoes… well, they were wet too so he’d need to get them as dry as he could before heading back out there. Those air dry machines would do the trick.

Standing naked in the bathroom, he began using wet paper towels to clean himself off, thinking about what happened over and over again.

“I guess I shouldn't be too surprised,” Donovan sighed. “That’s just kind of how it works when it comes to me, I guess. Still getting bullied by little kids even though I’m so much older than them now… ugh.”

He fanned out his new shirt and was about to put it on when Kyle opened the door.

“Yo. The pizza’s in the box. I set it on the table so you can take it to where you want it to go whenever you’re done here.” He said.

Donovan looked back at him and his face flushed a bright red again.

Kyle said nothing and closed the door, acting like nothing had happened.

Donovan looked shocked and his eyes twitched yet again.

“He just saw me… butt naked…”

With his wet clothes all put into a plastic bag and tied up, Donovan walked out dressed in a new outfit. He saw the pizza in the box on the table and lifted it up without much thought. His expression was similar to Kyle’s now. He looked done with life.

What did surprise him was seeing Kyle cleaning up the floor in his stead. He didn’t expect him to be the one mopping up his accident.

When they crossed paths, all Kyle said was “Happy Christmas,” and that was it. Donovan nodded back at him.

He walked out, set the pizza down in the passenger’s seat in a secure manner, and drove off to the home he was supposed to deliver it to. It was to be his last delivery of the night and thank God for that. He really didn’t want to stay there after that.

The entire drive over was a bit of a contemplative journey for him. It was dark and the snow was obscuring his vision a bit but whatever. It was pretty but for some reason it being pretty just put him down a tad. He wondered why things that exhibited beauty often just made him sad.

“It’s alright,” Donovan said with a grumble. “Everything’s fine…”

He saw the house he was supposed to deliver the pizza to and came to a stop out in front. Stepping out with the pizza in hand and the hat signifying his work place on his head, he marched his way up to the house and rang the doorbell.

He stood there, unsure of what to make of the long wait.

Eventually, he heard loud protests from behind the door. Apparently someone was having trouble with the idea of answering the door? Why?

“No! I said STOP IT!” A voice cried through the door frame. Donovan tilted his head, confused, before the door finally opened and out came a green hedgehog, wearing an open red vest with a medallion on it, a pair of socks, and a pair of underoos.

The underwear in question had a reddish-pink elastic and dawning it were prints of Strawberry Shortcake.

The door closed behind this person, making them jolt with surprise. The green hedgehog panicked and turned around to slam his fists on the door over and over. “OPEN THE DOOR!”

He continued pounding against it before whining and turning back around to face Donovan. The other male had his fists curled and around it was money for the pizza.

Gulping, the green hedgehog sauntered up to him and shakily poked out his hand for him to accept the cash.

“I… h-here…” Manic said with a gulp. He was blushing intensely. “J-Just take it s-so I can go back inside…”

Donovan was astonished.

He slowly took the money and handed him the box of pizza, staring directly at the shaky and embarrassed hedgehog.

He probably shouldn’t be butting in but he couldn’t help himself.

“Uhm… excuse me but what’s going on here?” Donovan asked.

“I…uh…” The green boy trailed off, really bashful. “My brothers and I were playing a betting game and the bet I had to do was go outside in my underwear to pay for the pizza we ordered… s-sorry if this is awkward for you…”

Donovan looked really confused. This guy looked so cool. Yet he was wearing Strawberry Shortcake briefs? Even he didn’t have underoos like that.

Well, maybe. He wasn’t sure. He had a lot.

“Manic! Are you done?!” A voice came from inside the house.

“Yes, Sonic!” Manic snapped. “Now open the door! I’m gonna shove my drumsticks up your ass and force you to dance on stage with them stuck up there when I do my next gig!” He snapped, looking rather intense suddenly.

Donovan kept staring at him.

This was… strange.

The person he was looking at right now seemed like a bit of an oxymoron. His voice, his hair, his style of dress, and his insults just now all sounded and looked like they’d come from a kid or a bully he’d have to deal with back in school. He seemed like he’d be one of the popular or cool kids.

Yet, the briefs he was wearing and the bashful nature he showed when confronting him were contradictory elements to this persona.

He wasn’t sure but… was this guy someone who looked and acted cool on the outside but underneath was a bit of a submissive type?

It would make for a neat metaphor concerning the nature of colorful, cartoony underwear. You can dress in whatever cool clothes you wanted on the surface but your true nature is often hidden underneath. Underwear is not meant to be seen and exposing it reveals all.

He wasn’t sure when but he was blushing now. A light blush had indeed crawled to the front of Donovan’s face.

He wasn’t sure why since he just met this boy but he wanted to know more about him.

“Finally!” Sonic grinned when the door opened again. By his side was a two-tailed fox, grinning sheepishly as well. “We can have a snack and eat to our hearts content.”

“Sorry for weirding you out, Mr. Pizza Guy,” Tails said back, sounding genuinely apologetic.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Donovan spoke up. “I’m just… I’m… y-your brother seems like a pretty cool dude.”

Manic flinched and turned to face him. “Oh? W-Well glad that came through despite my state of dress. Haha…” He tried to make that laugh at the end sound confident but even he could tell it was a nervous chuckle.

Sonic and Tails shared a glance with one another as they brought the pizza in.

“Seems you’ve got yourself an admirer,” Sonic teased.

“What?” Manic looked shocked. “Him? The pizza guy? Come on. Stop saying whatever dumb thought comes to mind. I did the bet now I’m heading back in.”

“Say goodbye to him first,” Tails ordered. “It’s rude if you don’t.”

Manic scrunched up his face and sighed heavily. He turned around to face Donovan, a blush on his cool looking face. There was that oxymoron again.

“Okay dude. See ya-!” Manic said, half-assedly.

That’s when Tails reached over and grabbed the back of Manic’s briefs. He then yanked them down to his ankles!

Sonic belted out a hearty laugh as he and the fox doubled back a bit.

Donovan’s eyes grew wide as saucers as he stared down at Manic’s exposed front. Manic’s eyes got just as big as he looked down at the same thing.

“GYAAAAAAH!” Manic screamed, covering his front with his hands and scrambling to do something. He wasn’t sure what though. Did he run back inside? Pick up his undies? What?

He turned to try and do something, anything, but slipped on the icey porch and fell forward!

Donovan felt himself spring into action and reached forward, catching Manic in his arms before he fell.

It was wild. The two of them stared into each other’s eyes, feeling a flush across their faces in that split second.

Sonic and Tails began laughing harder at the scene but they both slowed down when they began observing the looks on both their faces. The two boys smirked and shot each other knowing glances.

“Looks like Manic’s Christmas gift came early,” Sonic said. “A hot guy for his troubles.”

Manic didn’t respond to that. He tried to but all that came out was, “Sh… shut…” He stumbled.

He was too busy staring into Donovan’s eyes at a low angle. Donovan gulped but found this positioning strange. He’d never been in a position where someone who was clearly embarrassed was below him like this. He was hovering over the cool looking Manic.

Like he was the dominant one and Manic was the sub…

Without thinking, Donovan hoisted Manic up. At first, he intended to make him stand properly but he found himself cradling Manic in his arms like a baby, the undies still around his ankles.

Manic blushed heavily. “D-Dude! I-It’s okay! Y-You could have just helped me stand up! I-I didn’t need to be picked up!”

Donovan just stared at him, his heart beating super fast.

“P-Put me down!” Manic ordered.

Donovan just stared down at him, feeling his position of dominance radiate heat between the two of them.

Then, Donovan said, “No.”

Someone just gave Donovan an order… and Donovan’s response was to refuse it.

Manic’s eyes widened.

Manic felt his lower region rise with excitement.

“EEEP!” Manic panicked again and covered his front, or tried to but Donovan stopped his hands from going there. “Wh-What… what are…?”

Donovan smiled and looked down at Manic. “My name is Donovan. Donovan the Raccoon. You?”

Manic looked into his eyes, face blushing non-stop and a sense of embarrassment but wonderment filling him up.

“... M-M-Manic… My name is Manic the H-Hedgehog…”

Donovan felt himself grinning. “So Manic… do you… want to spend the rest of your Christmas Eve with me?”

Manic glanced up at him, eyes practically sparkling. He then shifted his gaze to his two brothers who were looking on with stunned faces but also looking excited for him.

Manic turned back to face Donovan and in a shaky voice and a gulp he said. “S-Sure… I’m always game to meet awesome new peeps…”

Donovan found himself carrying Manic back to his car, undies around his ankles and blushing endlessly from humiliation.

Donovan felt it there for the first time.

A shift in his status quo had just happened and it changed both of their lives forever.

—

In the present day, Donovan was standing by the doorway with Manic’s hand cupping his chin.

“What’s wrong? Is it too early in the morning for me?” Manic giggled. “I’m too high concept a boyfriend for early morning. I get it. I was hoping we’d have some fun but maybe you’re too weak right now to handle me.”

Donovan grinned and reached over to pinch Manic’s ear.

Manic yelped and swooned instantly.

Donovan pulled him forward and whispered into his ear, in a manner that made Manic get stiff down below and his body gyrate with tingles.

“Even at my weakest, I’m ALWAYS going to be the dominant one you subby beta bitch,” Donovan whispered.

Manic’s body was shaking relentlessly.

The green hedgehog slumped and panted with his tongue out and his knees bent. He found himself already at a lower elevation than Donovan, his dom towering over him as he held onto his ear.

With a grin, Donovan placed his hands under Manic’s armpits to make him stand upright. Manic’s legs had gone all noodley and his eyes were starting to glaze over with lust.

Donovan loved it whenever Manic talked like he was cool and in charge.

It made it all the more sexy and satisfying when he tore that wall down and revealed the submissive beta underneath.

Just like his cool clothes, the dorky sissy underoos underneath were a metaphor for his true nature.

“Now then, I guess it is a bit early in the morning but I’m never too tired to have some fun with you,” Donovan giggled, carrying Manic bridal style now. “I hope you’ve got on some cute underwear.”

Manic panted and drooled, eyes crossing and fluttering as he blushed.

“Y-Yesh… I-I’m so excited to play with you today Donny~!” Manic swooned.

Donovan grinned and pressed his lips against Manic’s.

The two of them kissed passionately and when Donovan broke away, he giggled at Manic’s goofy face.

His tongue remained flopped out the side of his mouth and his pupils were replaced with red hearts.

“Don’t pass out on me now,” Donovan teased. “Your dominant delivery boy is about to send you a really nice package…!”

—

It’s the story of how Donovan met his boyfriend Manic the Hedgehog. Donovan is a character that’s gone through some changes over the years but an effort to consolidate that and show off who he is and how he’s reached the point he’s at now is something I wanted to share. I hope you enjoyed this little origin story. I know I did. There are multiple choice options below for your favorite bits.