Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonic and Amy
"And do you remember the time we went chasing after Doctor Robotnik's Wing Fortress in nothing but a biplane?" Tails said, a mixture of competing emotions washing over him as he and Sonic reminisced over their past adventures. Despite the pain and horror that he had seen â€" that all of the Freedom Fighters of Mobius had seen during those dark days â€" it had also been exciting; he had never particularly considered the events to be enjoyable at the time, of course, but with the passage of time separating him from the tumult of those events, the young fox could now look back on those memories, and he realised that all the dizzying escapes and constant imperilment had been the most thrilling time of his life. Not that I want Robotnik, or someone much worse, to return.
"Of course I remember," Sonic said, taking a huge bite out of his ice-cream cone and trying to hide the fact that his head had now gone numb. "Well, I remember a certain someone having to pull out of the assault on the Fortress, anyway." Although the hedgehog was only teasing, he still enjoyed the look of righteous indignation painted across his friend's face. The fox was a technical genius â€" equal to, or better than, Doctor Robotnik himself â€" and so he took any comments about his perceived failures to heart. "Hey, I'm only kidding," Sonic said contritely, nudging Tails' shoulder gently. "If it hadn't been for you, I'd never have made it to the Death Egg."
It was a perfect, golden day on the planet Mobius; it was the kind of day that Sonic and Tails, and the others, had never been able to appreciate before: for so much of their lives, the various cities and zones of the planet had lived under the suffocating smog produced in Doctor Robotnik's factories. Factories that churned out weapons, toxic chemicals, badniks, and all manner of other unsavoury devices that the mad scientist had used to further his aims of world domination. Only now that he had been defeated â€" exiled to Chaos knew where â€" could the Freedom Fighters fully appreciate their world. Their parents had told them stories of Mobius' beauty: of the lush, verdant hills; the marble ruins; the sparkling, blue oceans; the endless, yellow beaches.
Some of the scars inflicted upon the planet during Robotnik's reign would, perhaps, never heal; the millions of sons and daughters of Mobius who had died, or had been transformed into nightmarish amalgams of flesh and metal; the strip-mining operations undertaken in various zones, while the dictator had been gouging out the world's store of precious mineral wealth and using it to build his armies; even now, there was still a cult of personality surrounding the mad scientist: spies, agents, or simply those â€" bounty hunters, mercenaries, and the like â€" who had thrived under Robotnik's rule. Maybe the battle would never be over for Sonic and his friends, but for now, they were going to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as they could. They had earned it, after all.
Suddenly, Sonic's ears pricked up; a lifetime of running stealth missions â€" sometimes, literally running â€" combined with his own natural gifts meant that all of his senses were in exceptional condition, so he was able to hear the high-pitched, but distant, cry long before Tails did. The young fox paused and put a hand to his ear, hoping that the gesture would help. Whatever it was, it was getting closer, and Sonic quickly shifted into an alert stance; Tails did likewise, reluctantly tossing his ice-cream cone into the nearest bin. A blur of red and pink was speeding along the path towards them, the high-pitched whine resolved itself into a word: "SONIC!"
"Oh, no," the hedgehog said, suddenly realising who was approaching. An army of SWATbots, a platoon of the worst kind of badniks, even the Death Egg itself, but not this. Not ... "Amy Rose."
"Sonic," Amy said, skidding to a halt in front of the blue hedgehog, panting furiously after the ferocious turn of speed she had just pulled off to catch up to him. She was doubled over, her cheeks flushed a bright red â€" a red almost as intense as the Summer dress that clung tightly to her developing body â€" and clutching her chest as if she felt that she were going to pass out at any moment. "Sonic," she said again, bringing her breathing under control, "I need your help." The pink hedgehog girl â€" no, she was not a girl any more, Sonic noticed â€" had grown taller, filled out more, and had seemingly developed an awareness of just how provocative her barely thigh-length dress could be on the right occasion. In short, Sonic found himself staring at the gi... woman he had previously spurned the affections of so many times.
"What's the matter, Amy?" Tails asked, filling the conversational lull while Sonic's eyes continued to glaze over. The twin-tailed fox nudged his friend, hoping the sudden, sharp application of an elbow to the ribs would bring the hedgehog back down to Mobius. "We'll do whatever we can to help out, right?"
"Wha-, oh, sure, right," Sonic said, snapping out of his daze and affecting much of his usual cocky self-assuredness. It was insane: just a year or two ago, he would have had no problem giving Amy the brush off, but now, it was as if she had cast a spell over him. Could the fact that she had changed so much since the last time they had met really be the explanation? Or is it simply the fact that you've never been able to admit your feelings for her, even when it was perfectly obvious to the two of you?
The three friends went on a brisk stroll through the park, marvelling at the scenery â€" hundreds of tiny saplings had been planted here at the conclusion of the war and they were only just now beginning to break through the surface â€" and simply basked in the enjoyment of each other's company. Amy quickly outlined the nature of her dilemma, a problem common to all teenagers. "Y'see, Cream wants to take me and Blaze out to a film tonight. The only problem is-,"
"That you don't get along very well with Blaze," Sonic said, grinning. It was a sore point with Amy, and Sonic â€" being the teasing jerk that he could be, at times â€" was not afraid to exploit it to frustrate the pink hedgehog; there was a part of him that felt bad for his attitude towards her, knowing how she felt about him, but he had more practice at being inconsiderate than he did with sensitivity. He cared about her deeply, just as he did all his friends, but in time of war â€" when any one of them could have died at any time â€" he had swiftly learned that, sometimes, being horrible was just as effective a survival mechanism as being as swift as the wind.
"Yes, in a nutshell," Amy concluded, silently fuming. Blaze the Cat was ... well, if you were to take Sonic, transform him into a cat and switch his gender, then you would pretty much describe her. She was from a parallel reality that coexisted with that of Mobius, and was the protector of that realm, in much the same way Sonic was the protector of this one; Amy was not alone in spotting the fact that Sonic and Blaze held something of a fascination, probably even an attraction, to each other. Though the relationship had never gone anywhere, it still knotted her insides up something fierce to even think about it. "Anyway, I was wondering if I could spend the evening with you, Sonic? Just so I'd have something resembling a reasonable excuse for Cream."
Before Sonic could raise any kind of objection â€" not that he had any coherent reason for denying her request, other than the fact that he liked his solitude â€" Tails, his mouth twisted in a malicious grin, said, "Sonic would love to spend the evening with you, Amy.
Oh, Tails, you're going to perish for that. "Uh, yeah. Sure," the normally-cool hedgehog managed to blurt out. "It would be my pleasure to spend the nigh... evening with you." Sonic desperately hoped that the embarrassment he was feeling was not registering on his face.
"Oh, Sonic," Amy enthused, wrapping the blue hedgehog up in her arms and half-hugged, half-squeezed him, "you're the best." She leaned in close and pecked him softly on the cheek, causing him to flare up as red as Amy's dress. "I'll see you tonight," Amy said, her voice as low and as seductive as it could get. A voice laden with promise and possibility. Even Sonic, who had a nasty habit of missing the obvious, could not ignore the charge with which the hedgehog girl had spoken.
"Smooth, Sonic," Tails said teasingly, "real smooth." He turned to his friend, who still appeared to be in the midst of some sort of aneurysm. "She's really grown up quite a bit since we last ran into her, hasn't she?"
"Yeah, she has," remarked the hedgehog, trying to regain some of his impeccably cool composure. "Underneath it all, however," he said, reverting to his typically snarky attitude, "I'm sure she's still that same old girl who chased me half-way 'round the planet and back."
"You could, I don't know, give her a chance!" Tails snapped, growing increasingly frustrated with his friend's words. He knew Sonic of old; he knew when he was genuinely angry, and when he was simply showboating. This was the latter and it irked him that the hedgehog would not admit how he felt. "I know you held off reciprocating her feelings before because of her age, because you felt that she was only liking you for the whole chivalrous hero-thing. That isn't a factor any more."
"No, I suppose not," Sonic replied, taken aback by the fox's confrontational approach. "I suppose I was a bit rough on her as well over the whole Blaze-thing."
"A bit, maybe," murmured Tails, rolling his eyes in a very sarcastic fashion. "So. What are you going to do tonight? Since it's your first date, you should probably do something special. You could play Shuffleboard, perhaps?"
"It's not a date!" snapped Sonic, a little more forcefully than he had intended. "But you're right, I should probably do something special. Maybe I could cook dinner for her?" That was probably a mistake, given how little experience he actually had when it came to making anything; most of the time, he lived off of chilli dogs, burgers and whatever other fast-food he could get hold of. The few times he had actually prepared anything for himself had usually ended up in disaster. Or, at least, an impossible mess to clean-up.
"Yeah, I'm sure au gratin chilli dogs will go down a storm," the fox chuckled.
"They'd come back up a storm, at any rate," Sonic added, joining in with his friend's laughter.
The old friends spent the rest of the day in the park, enjoying all the splendour of a liberated Mobius, before heading back to their respective homes. Tails, to his gadgets; Sonic, to prepare for Amy.
*
To be perfectly frank, Sonic had never been one for high-fashion; given that he had spent most of his life fighting against Doctor Robotnik and his armies, looking good had never been his top priority. Looking cool was one thing â€" which he excelled at, with his cool blue fur, sparkly green eyes and slim figure maintained through years of running â€" but good was never a consideration. As it was, when Amy turned up at his house, he had simply elected to pull on the first items that came to hand: a faded pair of trousers that had multiple holes torn in them, thanks to multiple high-speed pursuits through the forests of Mobius, and a ratty, crumpled, torn-sleeved t-shirt. He desperately hoped Amy would not be put off by his attire.
For some reason, the blue hedgehog felt more apprehensive now than he did during even the worst days of the Occupation; storming a heavily fortified bunker, filled to the brim with rampaging SWATbots was one thing, Amy Rose was quite another. When the doorbell finally rang, Sonic practically leapt out of the sofa on which he had been reclining, trying to relax, and bolted towards it. He took several deep breaths, trying to slow his racing heart, before pulling the door open. "Hey, Amy," Sonic managed as coolly as possible. It only took him a moment to notice that the poor hedgehog girl was soaked. "You'd better get in, quick," he added unnecessarily.
Amy sat down on a big, old comfortable chair and shivered. Sonic had disappeared into the bathroom in order to fetch a towel; he returned a few moments later, awkwardly wondering whether he should just hand it to her or actually make the attempt to dry the soaked hedgehog girl himself. Seeing her shiver again, looking completely downtrodden and miserable, he elected for the latter. "It started almost the second I got out of my own house," Amy explained, teeth chattering. She clutched the towel around herself tightly, enjoying the twin delights of the soft cotton against the bare flesh of her arms, and the proximity of Sonic as he rubbed her head, shoulders and neck dry. "I ran as fast as I could, but ... God, I must look a mess."
"Ssh," Sonic said quietly, tenderly, "it's all right." If anything, the pink hedgehog looked even more alluring when sodden with rain: the fabric of her dress clung even tighter to her body, outlining every detail, every smooth curve, of her body. Sonic kept these thoughts to himself, focusing on getting Amy dry. "Amy, maybe you should get out of these wet clothes." It was a long second before Sonic realised what he had said, and when the girl looked up at him with her big, green eyes, he stammered, "I-I, mean, I probably have some stuff that'll fit you in my room, somewhere." The hedgehog realised he was babbling. "I just don't want you catching hedgehog 'flu, that's all."
Amy stood up and let the towel drop to the floor; her head and her stomach had both gone light, as if she were on the verge of fainting, but a strange sense of confidence swept through her. "Sonic, if you wanted me to take my clothes off, you could have just asked." Before the cool blue hedgehog could say anything in reply, she reached around to the zip at the back of he dress and undid it slowly. Her cheeks were burning white-hot, knowing that Sonic was watching her every move, as she shrugged coquettishly out of the dress and it slid smoothly into a crumpled heap around her ankles. "What do you think?" Amy asked impishly, blushing scarlet, clad now in only her big red boots, a red headband and white, cotton underwear.
"I ..." Sonic stammered, unable to take his eyes off of the vision of perfection before him. "You look gorgeous, Amy. Really gorgeous."
"These are wet, too, you know," she said, coyly indicating her bra and panties.
It took Sonic a second to understand what Amy was saying, so entranced was he in examining every contour of her delectable frame. "Oh. Oh, right, I see." Sonic crawled along the floor on his hands and knees, afraid that if he were to stand up, he might suddenly wake up and this night might suddenly turn out to be a dream; closer to the girl now, he could see the damp patches staining her underwear. Sonic pressed his stubby nose between the girl's legs, unable to resist inhaling deeply; it was clear to him now that, and the thought only served to excite him further, not all of the dampness soaking Amy's panties was strictly down to the weather. "You should really get these off, I think," Sonic said, looking upwards into Amy's glittering eyes, and breathing deeply.
The blue hedgehog slipped his gloved hands underneath the waistband of Amy's panties; he took the opportunity to gently kiss the girl's flat, toned stomach, eliciting a shiver of delight from her. As he pulled her underwear ever-so-slowly down her legs, she was forced to wriggle her hips in the most absurdly adorable way to assist Sonic in getting them over her round, curvaceous bottom. This motion caused the damp spot between her legs to be pressed up against the hedgehog's nose again, making him inhale more of her intoxicating scent and further strengthening his desire. Once he had got Amy's panties and bra off, freeing her small but perky breasts, Sonic grabbed her hips and pulled her down on to the chair; she gave a small squeak of surprise at the suddenness of the movement, but this was quickly changed to a grunt of desire as Sonic gently parted her legs and began to tease the insides of her thighs with his wet tongue.
Amy reached out to cup Sonic's face gently; she looked into his gorgeous green eyes â€" enjoying the heady mixture of lust and excitement displayed in them â€" smiled sweetly, and said, "Sonic, I'm waiting!"
Sonic grinned, relishing the lustful way in which his catchphrase was being directed back at him by Amy Rose; slowly, carefully â€" even though a slightly fetishistic part of him wanted to leave them on â€" he removed his gloves, and threw them on top of Amy's soaked dress and underwear. His hand immediately slid between her legs, cupping her mound; a sigh of satisfaction slipped out of Amy's lips, so Sonic, ever so gently, pushed his index finger into her tight vagina. Despite the wetness oozing from her, the blue hedgehog was careful upon first entering; she was oh-so-tight, and he did not want to hurt her. Not yet, anyway. Sonic began to massage gently, thrusting in and out of her languidly, allowing the girl to get used to having something inside her. After a few moments of this, Amy began to moan, encouraging Sonic to start going a little faster and harder; he placed his thumb and forefinger at her entrance, then began to spread her lips, while stroking the girl's stomach with his left hand.
Lazily, he let his hand drift upwards, until he was cupping her breast; he kneaded the soft, yielding flesh gently, before taking the nipple between two fingers, and teasing it until it became puffy and engorged. Amy was virtually writhing all over the couch, as if she had become a liquid herself and was threatening to trickle all over the floor, moaning and panting as Sonic's dexterous fingers worked at both her chest and vagina. A tiny thrill of electricity arced through her body as she felt his smooth digits rub the sensitive flesh of her clitoris; the pleasure as he caressed it, squeezed it, pulled at it ever-so-softly, was almost too much to bear and she wanted to snap her legs together. "Oh, Sonic!" she panted. "I'm going to ... I'm so close, Sonic!"
The blue hedgehog leaned in close to the girl's pelvis; he deftly flicked out his tongue, brushing it teasingly against her swollen clitoris. "Sonic," she sighed in frustration, wriggling and squirming in her seat he continued to take his time. With leisureliness that bordered on the malicious, Sonic's tongue unhurriedly licked its way from Amy's moist labia upwards towards her engorged clitoris; he took the sensitive nub of flesh in his lips, sucking on it softly, before lightly sweeping it with his teeth and, carefully, so as not to damage it in its delicate state, bit down on it. Amy lifted her cute bottom off the couch, thrusting herself against Sonic's mouth, squirming and gasping as pleasure spread from the core of her body outwards. It took only a few agile strokes of the blue hedgehog's fingers inside her to bring her to a screaming orgasm that covered his hands in waves of sticky come.
The pink hedgehog girl settled back on to the couch, panting heavily, eyes closed; she soon became aware of a weight pressing on her stomach, Sonic, leaning on her. He tenderly brushed the girl's cheek with his soaked hand, then pulled her towards him for a deep, passionate kiss. For a few moments, they simply enjoyed the intimacy of the embrace; letting their tongues play against each other's, tasting each other's mouth. Soon, however, Amy had to pull away to breathe. "Sonic," she heaved, her chest thrusting forward and catching the blue hedgehog's attention, "that was incredible." The girl, too, had noticed something of Sonic's that was thrusting: his throbbing erection strained at his trousers, threatening to tear the material asunder.
This time, it was Sonic's turn to be surprised as Amy suddenly became the aggressor; she leapt forward with a speed that impressed even him, tackling him to the floor and leaving him supine on the cold floorboards. "Amy, what are you ...?" He was cut off as her hands flew to his trousers; she fiddled with the zipper for a second, grunting in annoyance â€" a sound that Sonic found endearing, for some reason â€" before getting it loose and she was finally able to pull them down. Seemingly picking up on Sonic's teasing attitude from earlier, Amy pretended to struggle to get the waistband of his trousers over his swollen member; when, at last, she got them off, all the girl could do for a moment was stare in fascination at the cool blue hedgehog's hard, dripping penis.
Licking her lips â€" Sonic could not help but think of how lovely and pink and wet her tongue was â€" Amy wrapped her hand around the blue hedgehog's hardness and began to pump it up and down slowly; while she might not have been experienced in such matters, Sonic was in no position to complain as her delicate little fingers squeezed ever so gently while she stroked him. Amy Rose thoroughly enjoyed listening to the tiny gasps that escaped Sonic's throat; taking it as a good sign, she lowered her head, opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against the base of his penis, breathing cool, sweet breath on it. "That feels so good, Amy," Sonic moaned, slinking ever so slightly against the floorboards as the hedgehog girl used the pink, wet tongue he had been admiring to lick the tip of his member.
Amy opened her mouth, wider this time, and took the head of Sonic's penis into it before wrapping her lips around it; she felt Sonic's hand reaching around to the back of her head, but he did not push her, instead letting her find her own rhythm. She began slowly at first, simply electing to slide her lips along the shaft, getting to know every contour, every bulging vein; after a few moments, growing ever more bold and confident, the pink hedgehog girl began to bop and down faster on Sonic's penis. At the same time, she took his testicles and began to massage them, squeeze them, feel them filling up; the blue hedgehog was beginning to gently thrust into her mouth, so she took the opportunity to slide her hand along his rear and gripped it softly.
Amy sucked and licked faster, noticing that Sonic had closed his eyes and had begun to tense up. He suddenly let out a ragged moan and thrust upwards hard as reached his orgasm, flooding the girl's mouth with a load of salty cum; she tried to swallow as much of it as she could, enjoying the tantalisingly bitter taste it left on her tongue, but there was simply too much for her to handle and it dribbled out of her mouth, down her lips. She wiped the excess away with her still-gloved hand. Sonic panted heavily, looking at Amy with a mixture of satisfaction and wantonness; the girl grinned, leaned down â€" maintaining eye-contact all the way â€" and licked every last drop of sticky wetness from his still semi-erect member.
"That was so hot, Amy," Sonic finally managed to gasp out, still sucking in great lungfuls of air to compensate for all the excitement he was feeling.
Shyly, Amy smiled. "I'm glad you liked it."
"Liked it?" Sonic smirked. "I loved it."
Amy's face suddenly turned serious; she leaned in, kissed Sonic gently on the lips, then cupped his cheeks in her hands. "Sonic, do you love me?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation. "I love you, Amy Rose."
"I love you, too."
Sonic took Amy's hands, entwining them in his own; ever so gently, he pushed her down on to the floor, kissing her neck and chest as he did so. The blue hedgehog manoeuvred himself into a position where he could open Amy's legs simply by spreading his own; he looked into the girl's bright eyes, however, waiting for some sign that this is what she really wanted. Ever so slightly, she nodded. I want this. Sonic smiled reassuringly and casually pushed the girl's legs apart, settling into a comfortable kneeling position between them; he lightly brushed his semi-erect member against Amy's moist vulva, completing three tasks almost at once: getting his penis hard again, lubricating it, and inflaming the girl's passions. Amy let out a soft moan as Sonic's penis rubbed against her still-sensitive clitoris. "Sonic, please, take me."
Even in spite of the come and the lubrication, it was still an extremely tight fit in Amy Rose's virgin opening; Sonic slid in slowly, letting the girl get used to having his enormous girth in there. There was a soft popping noise and a trickle of blood leaked out of her vagina; Sonic looked down concerned, then looked into Amy's eyes. There was pain there, but it was mixed with pleasure; there were tears, but only a spurt. Silently, the girl gave her permission for Sonic to continue; he quietly assured her that, from now, it would only get better. The blue hedgehog leaned forward, kissed Amy's cheek, then brushed his lips against hers; his hands went for her breasts, squeezing them roughly, causing the girl to moan sharply. Her legs wrapped around Sonic's waist, pulling him in deeper, and he began to thrust inside her.
Amy ran her hands over Sonic's chest as he ground deep inside her; the girl almost believed she could feel every contour, every vein, brushing inside her as the blue hedgehog's long, thick member disappeared inside her. For every sigh of frustration when he pulled out â€" sometimes, lingering for a few seconds, just to tease her â€" there was a pant of indescribable gratification every time he slammed back into her, making her insides tingle in a burning cacophony of pleasure. The pain had all but subsided. Amy felt Sonic grab her wrists; he pinned them over her head, buried his mouth against her neck, licking and biting it softly, and he started to pound hard and passionately into her slick vagina. The grip got tighter and tighter, making the girl wince, but she bit her lip instead of screaming out, at least until Sonic suddenly let out an almighty roar and a jet of come sprayed deep inside of her.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were that of Sonic and Amy's breathing; they panted, they gasped, recovering slowly from the passionate love-making session. The girl suddenly had a feeling of completeness: Sonic's arms were around her, his softening member was still inside of her, his come was within her body. The blue hedgehog lifted his head, smiled weakly, and kissed her softly on the cheek; he continued to hold her close, not wanting to let the girl slip through his fingers. "That was utterly incredible," she managed to say, between pants of satisfaction. There was a part of her that wanted to sleep for a week, but another part of her wanted to do it all over again. And again. She let out a soft sigh, telling herself to calm down. That there would be plenty of time for that in the future.
Gently, Sonic pulled his slack penis out of Amy's slick vagina â€" she let out a soft gasp as he did so â€" and rolled onto his side; he pulled the girl to him, her with her back to him. He put his arms around her waist and simply held her close; softly, he kissed the back of her neck and idly stroked her flat stomach. "Amy, I'm sorry," Sonic suddenly said, his eyes filling with tears.
"For what?" she asked, startled, turning her head as much as she could without risking breaking the embrace.
"We should have done this a long time ago," he whispered, nuzzling against her.
"Yes, we should have," she agreed, smiling to herself. "We have a lot of lost time to make up for, wouldn't you agree?"
"Mm," Sonic replied, stifling a yawn. "Later, perhaps. For now, I think we need a nap."
Amy pressed herself up as best she could against Sonic, enjoying the feeling of having his big, strong arms around her. "That's a good idea," she said, feeling quite tired. There was still so much they had to do, and it was going to be so much fun trying everything out. "I love you," Amy whispered.
"I love you, too."