Amy and Sally: Girl's Night
Sally Acorn â€" she had long ago asked her friends to stop referring to her as Princess; not only did it hold negative connotations that she wished to dispel, it was also an inappropriate moniker, given the fact that Mobius' monarchy had been left in ruins, along with the planet â€" buried her tear-soaked face in her hands, unable to halt the flow of tears from her liquid-blue eyes; in a way, the squirrel was surprised and impressed with herself for being able to cry so freely. Sally had tried to cultivate an image of a tough, seasoned warrior â€" someone not likely to give into emotional outbursts, regardless of the situation â€" exactly what the Freedom Fighters of Knothole needed in a leader.
If there was thing â€" one person â€" likely to break through her strictly-controlled emotional barriers, however, it was the hedgehog. It was something that she admired, as well as hated, about him: that he could get under her skin like no other person alive, that he could so easily assail her rigid self-control and get to the real Sally underneath the cold exterior. And really, that had been the nub of the entire issue; quite rightly â€" though she was loathe to admit it, even to him, even to herself â€" Sonic had pointed out that, even in the wake of a monumental blow against Robotnik, even amidst the relative calm, she could not let herself go, she could not stop for a moment to think of herself. To have some fun, for a change, as he had said in his typically-brusque â€" almost rude â€" way.
Had Sonic chosen to end his tirade there, then Sally might not be in the situation she was in now â€" hugging the silken sheets of her bed tightly around herself, sobbing her eyes out â€" but no, being Sonic, if he was going to insult someone, he was going to do it properly: the hedgehog had accused her of not making enough time for them to be alone with each other; he felt that she, quite simply, did not put out enough for his tastes. Sally would have been utterly furious with this comment in any circumstances, but that he chose to call her a cold fish in the middle of Knothole, with almost every citizen of the village within earshot, the squirrel had been absolutely livid. In addition, she had also felt embarrassment and shame burning her cheeks; that Sonic could be so horrible, that he could make fun of something so private â€" so intimate â€" had hurt her deeply.
Sally had wanted to hurt Sonic back, physically as well as mentally, but she found herself rooted to the spot, her eyes averted from her love. She did not want him to see how much he had hurt her, lest he attempt some mocking affectation of guilt or sorrow; as the hedgehog was about to walk away, leaving Sally wallowing in her own festering pool of self-hate and anger, the squirrel suddenly found her voice. "You know, Sonic, if all you're interested in in screwing around, why don't you get the Hell out of Knothole and find some slut in one of the cities? You're an outsider, anyway. You spent years wandering Mobius before coming here, you can always go back to the life of a drifter." The cool, calm delivery had been far more effective, far more chilling, than if she had been yelling at the top of her lungs. "You've always been more interested in your own adventures, in your own thrill-seeking, than committing yourself to Robotnik's downfall."
Whatever she had been expecting the hedgehog to do â€" whether shout back at her, or storm away in anger, or even hit her (she knew that Sonic, no matter how angry, no matter how much he might be provoked into it, would never attack a defenceless person, especially a woman) â€" Sally had not been expecting him to, quite calmly and coolly, too, stride into his hut, grab a bag, then flee Knothole. Part of her wanted to call him back, to say that she had not meant it, but he was gone. His last words had been a dark warning that promised â€" Sonic never threatened, he was more than capable of carrying out his auguries â€" unpleasantness to anyone who dared follow him. So disturbing was his tone, no one doubted that he was serious. With that, he disappeared into the forest, and it seemed unlikely he would return to the sanctuary of Knothole.
In the hours since Sonic's departure, no one â€" not even Sally â€" had dared to go after him; Tails had wanted to, of course, as had Knuckles, but Sally had made them think twice about this. She had explained to them that, with his speed, quick wits and years spent as a loner, Sonic would be able to hide indefinitely, anyway. Instead, she merely resigned herself to hoping and praying for his safe return; even putting her famous pragmatism before personal feelings, the hedgehog would be necessary in defence of the village if Robotnik or his badniks attacked. In fact, the only person who seemed pleased to see the back of the cool blue hedgehog was Antoine; how much of this was down to genuine hatred on his part, or simply because of his crush on the squirrel and Sonic's departure giving him some time to try and put the moves on her, was something only he knew.
Indeed, it had been Antoine who had been the first to attempt to console her; the coyote had, at one time, been a member of the Mobian Royal Guard, and so he was the Freedom Fighter who had known Sally the longest. Unfortunately, he had let his rivalry with Sonic for Sally's affections override most of his judgement and actions, so he tended to be the weakest member of the team. "Ma Princesse, êtes vous bon?" he called from the door, in his ludicrously thick â€" some suspected fake â€" French accent. "We are all worried about you, you know. Perhaps you could, ah, let me in and we could talk about things." The last thing Sally wanted right now was to talk. Especially not to Antoine, of all people; if he tried, he could be noble and charming, but mostly, he just came off as annoying. Growing impatient with the squirrel's lack of response, he parted with, "Écureuil-putain. I hope he never returns!"
Apart from that brief interruption, the citizens of Knothole had been giving her hut a wide berth, for which she was grateful. Sally had all but resigned herself to remaining within the large dwelling â€" although she had effectively resigned her title of princess, and generally liked to maintain a libertarian air of equality in Knothole, the capacious hut had been necessary to accommodate both her and Sonic, though it looked like that would no longer be a factor â€" and so she decided to get comfortable on the bed; since it was quite warm, she disentangled herself from the tear-sodden sheets and cast them to the floor, before getting herself stretched out across the double-sized bunk, hands resting on her toned stomach. Sally shut her eyes tightly, fighting to try and steady her ragged breathing; it was an attempt to both curb any more tears welling up inside of her, and to try and take advantage of the peace in order to nap for a few hours.
Sally found herself standing on a high promontory that overlooked Doctor Robotnik's ugly, metal monstrosity of a citadel, Robotropolis: a giant, baleful replica of the mad scientist's face, designed as much to fuel his enormous ego as it was a command centre. Wind and rain slapped at her body abusively, soaking her brown fur and chilling her body to the core. That was nothing, however, compared with the sight that was laid out before her: Sonic the Hedgehog, battered bruised and bleeding, was being pulled by five badniks towards the Roboticiser: the squirrel screamed and cried as loud as she could, tried to run down the steep-edged cliff, but her body refused to function. She could not even shut her eyes as Sonic's limp form was thrown into the glass alcove and electricity began to crackle filling the air up with the burning scent of ozone.
Moments later, the smoke cleared, and a pair of glowing red receptors and shimmering blue metal pierced the gloom. Her worst fears had been realised: Robotnik had captured her lover and had converted him into a badnik. Sally heard Robotnik's twisted, electric gurgle of a laugh, even through the sound of the howling wind that tore into her; no matter what the elements did to her, however, it was nothing as compared to the pain that thrilled through her heart. The squirrel felt as though it had been torn to shreds by what she had witnessed; she wanted, so badly, to run to the hedgehog, to hold him, to see if there was anything left of the man she loved. A bolt lightning arced across the sky, illuminating the full horror of the situation for her.
All of her friends, lying dead at Sonic's feet; his face was contorted in a repugnant grin of triumph, one that only grew larger when Robotnik's enormous, mechanical hand went to his shoulder and patted it in a gesture of affection. Sally's roar of anguish was lost amidst the storm. The squirrel sank to her knees, sobbing, her chest and stomach burning in a high-octane mixture of hatred, nausea and fear. Without warning, Sonic was suddenly standing before her, the same rictus grin carved into his face; he easily pushed the squirrel onto her back, pinned her arms over head, forced her long, curvy legs apart with his own, and then settled into position between them. He laughed sadistically at Sally's panic-wrought face. "I've wanted this so much, Princess," he rasped in a voice so similar to Sonic's that Sally wanted to throw up.
Sally was thrown back into reality by a series of sharp knocks at the door; for a long moment, she lay in the bed, arms wrapped around herself, sweating and heaving. Her chest felt like it was on fire and her heart was beating like crazy; she placed a hand over her chest, and tried to control her breathing. The squirrel's stomach was churning, and she really felt the need to throw up. The dream had been so vivid, so intense, it could almost have been real; the image of Sonic as a robot, doing unspeakable things to her, would be seared into her memory forever. Sally looked outside and saw that it was dark; the on the table next to her bed indicated that it was nine forty-five, meaning she had been asleep for close to four hours. Far longer than she had expected to, really. Whoever was at the door was clearly not taking no for an answer, as they continued to knock loudly.
While pulling on her vest and boots â€" the only clothes she needed, as her thick, brown fur kept her warm and covered everything well enough by itself â€" and wiping the tears from her eyes, Sally dearly hoped that the person at the door was Sonic; she managed to deflate her own expectation when she remembered that the hedgehog would probably have just come barging straight into the hut, especially considering that it was his home, too. If the squirrel had a mental list of people she expected to visit her at this hour, under these circumstances, this particular person would probably have come close to the bottom of said list. "Oh," Sally said, surprise registering in her voice at seeing the young, pink-furred hedgehog standing in place of the blue one she had been hoping for. "Good evening, Amy," she finally managed to say; cordial, but with no particular enthusiasm. With no malice intended towards the girl, Sally wanted her gone, and quickly.
"Hello, Sally," Amy said, managing a small smile. For the longest time, the hedgehog girl had simmered with resentment towards the squirrel; Amy had been in love with Sonic almost from the moment they had first met, but he had not reciprocated her feelings â€" no matter how hard she tried, no matter how many attempts she made, to win him â€" and he had finally chosen to be with Sally. Even now, in a way, they considered each other rivals, though Amy had respected Sonic's choice and had ceased her pursuit of him; they were not necessarily unfriendly with each other, but there was none of the warmth or humour that they shared with their other companions. Still, the hedgehog knew that her presence here was rather strange, and even she could not quite believe she had come all this way to try and comfort Sally. "I'm sorry, I know this isn't the best time, but we were all really worried about you."
For obvious reasons, Sally really wanted to brush the girl off, to tell her that she was fine â€" even though the puffy red eyes and tear-streaked fur of her cheeks said otherwise â€" and that all she needed was rest; fat chance of that happening, however, given what would be the likely content of her dreams until Sonic returned. Thinking about that dark, disturbing dream, especially the end, with the metal hedgehog completely overpowering her, made her shiver and goosebumps broke out across her flesh; all of a sudden, she no longer wanted to be alone, and the company of another woman â€" one who knew Sonic so well, too â€" might actually be what she needed to recover. "Please, come in, Amy," Sally said, moving aside to allow the young hedgehog access, and making a visible effort not to show the distress she felt in her abdomen.
Amy stepped through the threshold of the hut and quickly cast her glittering green eyes over the state of the interior; it was violent, confused mess of upturned furniture, clothes were torn up and strewn randomly across the the floor, and there was a picture of a certain blue hedgehog in the middle of the living area; the image itself had been torn to little pieces, and the frame had been smashed. "It's, um, it's a bit of a mess," the young hedgehog remarked, trying to maintain a casual tone, even though her heart was fluttering at the sight of the shattered image of her beloved Sonic. She may have come to terms with the fact that she had lost out to Sally, but even so, it still hurt her to the core to see something like that; that someone could destroy something so precious, it was offensive.
"The state of the home," asked Sally, managing to suppress a dark, cynical chuckle, "or the situation between me and Sonic?" Although it was oft said that couples were prone to fighting, and that it was a good and healthy thing to do so, Sonic and Sally had simply never been the type; they had several professional disagreements, but they never, ever crossed into personal territory. Until today, anyway. Certainly, there had never been anything on this kind of scale; it got Sally worried, left her feeling that there was something going on with Sonic, and that was why he had chosen to abandon Knothole. Why he had abandoned her. That was the deep fear taking root and gnawing at the squirel's insides: what if he did not come back, ever? "I would have cleaned up," Sally sighed, resigned, trying to fight back further emotion, "but I didn't expect visitors."
"That's all right," Amy said, favouring Sally with a sympathetic smile. "If you want, I'll give you a hand in tidying up." Without even waiting for an answer from the squirrel, the hedgehog girl started to right the overturned chairs. "And you can tell me exactly what's going on between you and Sonic, yeah?" There was a part of her â€" a small part, that she fought to keep buried, knowing full that it made her seem petty and shallow â€" that hoped that, whatever had happened, would mean the end of Sonic and Sally's relationship. Even after all these years, even though she had tried to explore other romantic possibilities, there was only one person Amy could focus her amorous desires upon; he had always brushed it off, calling it a crush â€" and, for a time, Amy had thought so, too â€" but she was grown up now and she knew what she was feeling was love.
Sally was going to protest; she was neither in the mood for going through all the hurtful things Sonic had said to her, nor was she entirely enamoured of the idea of spending the next few hours cleaning up the detritus that she herself had caused in the wake of the argument. It impressed the squirrel, in a way â€" as well as scaring her â€" that she could be so mindlessly violent. In the end, however, Sally decided that, since the hut would have to be tidied up sooner or later, it was probably better in the long run to get it over with now, especially while she had someone to help with the more unpleasant tasks. "All right, then," Sally finally said, firmly quashing the part of her that wanted rid of Amy and wanted to crawl back into bed. "I think we should start with clearing up this glass," she added, indicating the shattered remnants of Sonic's picture.
Together, the squirrel and the hedgehog spent the remained of the evening â€" it was after midnight, in fact, by the time they had finished â€" clearing up the debris cluttering up the hut; they even experimented with putting the furniture in different places, though Sally could not make her mind as to whether the stuff looked better there or there. The carefully collected all the glass, all the broken ornaments that Sally had knocked off the mantelpiece above the fire, all the torn clothes that she had ripped up in her fury, and sealed it all up in three enormous black bags. When they had finally got the place looking spotless, they collapsed in a tired, sweaty mass on the sofa. For the longest time, the only sound in the hut was that of the squirrel and hedgehog's strained breathing. That was, until Amy finally asked, "So?"
To be perfectly honest, Sally found herself not wanting to talk about this any more, especially not to Amy Rose; whatever she said to the hedgehog girl, she could end up using it in her efforts to win Sonic back. Sally sighed, now wishing that Bunnie, or Tails, or even Rotor, had come over to see her instead of Amy. You're being ridiculous. You're being paranoid. Amy's just trying to help. "Sonic says that I spend too much time working," the squirrel explained, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to pour out of her when she even thought about the hedgehog. "He says I spend too much time planning raids, too much time liaising with the other Freedom Fighter groups." Sally let out a long, impassioned sigh, shrugging her delicately-curved shoulders against the soft cotton material of the sofa. "Basically, he thinks that I don't take enough time to focus on myself. Or on my relationship with him."
"I know you probably don't want to hear this right now, but I think, maybe, Sonic has a point." Amy found herself choosing her words carefully now; after seeing what Sally could do when enraged, the hedgehog girl did not want to end up ground underfoot and wrapped up in a plastic rubbish bag. "I know you don't necessarily want to go out and have a good time, even with Sonic, when there are people dying all the time in the war with Robotnik, but, and I realise this is kind of a clichéd point, what's the use in fighting against becoming one of his robot slaves if you're turning yourself into one, anyway?" The hedgehog girl paused, mostly to take a breath after her longer-than-expected speech. "All over the world right now, people are writing, or drawing, or reading, or painting, or going out on dates. What makes you so special that you can't do likewise?"
"Nothing makes me any more or less special than the people around me," Sally found herself saying in a tiny voice, feeling small and childish compared to Amy, even though the hedgehog girl was a good few years younger than her. "But I'm the leader of the Knothole Freedom Fighters. We've been the most successful group in repelling Robotnik's attacks, and I would like to think that was, in part, down to having good leadership." The truth was, however, that, good leadership or not, most of the victories Knothole had enjoyed had been down to Sonic. Even Antoine had to admit that. "Doing anything other than plotting Robotnik's downfall would just make me feel guilty for all the people out there giving their lives for the cause. It wouldn't be right."
Sally felt Amy's slender arms go around her shoulders and the hedgehog pulled the squirrel close to her. "I understand," Amy said, whispering sympathetically in Sally's elegantly pointed ear, pulling the older woman close to her. "You can't feel responsible for every thing that goes on around you, however." Sally's head rested on Amy's shoulder and her dazzling blue eyes were wet and shiny with tears. "You have to make time for yourself, for Sonic, or this battle just isn't worth fighting." Amy suppressed a sigh, wishing that it could be the blue hedgehog that she was holding in her arms right now, not his lover. She tried to suppress those thoughts; it was bad enough that she had lost out to the beautiful princess, but it would be even worse to imagine what they did together. On the occasions that they were actually together, that is.
Breaking away from the hug, the squirrel looked into the hedgehog's pale green eyes and gave voice to the thought that had been plaguing her ever since Sonic had abandoned Knothole. "Amy, what if Sonic doesn't come back? Worse, what if something's happened to him? What if Doctor Robotnik's captured him and is turning him into a robot right now?" Sally felt her heart racing as she recalled the hideous nightmare and a knot of pain stabbing her stomach; every fibre of her being was tensed, wanting to go out into the forest â€" even though it was so dangerous at night, with both natural hazards of slippery paths and cliffs, and the artificially-created hazards of Robotnik's badnik patrols â€" and try to find the hedgehog before something bad happened to him. "God," she cried, "I'm so worried about him, I feel like I'm going to be sick."
"I wouldn't worry about that," the hedgehog girl said, grinning confidently. "I managed to persuade Tails and Knuckles to go looking for him. They promised to search all night, if they had to, but they will find him. Oh, Antoine wasn't very happy, of course, and did everything he could to stop them from going," she added sardonically. "That coyote has quite the crush on you, you know?"
This brought a rueful, but genuine, smile to Sally's lips. "I do know. If he just accepted who he was, rather than trying to be like Sonic, he'd make someone very happy one day."
The young hedgehog raised her eyebrow. "But not you?"
"No, there's only one person for me," Sally replied.
"Too bad there's only one of him," the hedgehog girl said, smiling despite the dull ache she felt in her heart.
Sally found herself overcome with emotion. The last person she had expected to help her had, in fact, managed to cheer her up. For a moment, she was lost for words, so she simply settled for, "Thank you."
"It's not necessary," Amy replied, sighing softly. "I won't lie to you. Part of me was ecstatic when I found out that you'd a fight. I was hoping that it would be my chance to show Sonic that I'd ... that I'd grown up, that I wasn't just fancying him because of the whole hero-thing. After being here tonight, though, I can see that you two truly deserve each other." The confession of her hope that Sonic and Sally might be broken up, and the expectation that the squirrel would now hate her, brought a lump to Amy's throat, as well as a tear to her emerald-coloured eyes. "I should be apologising to you, really."
"It's understandable," the squirrel said, waving Amy's apology aside. "It's Sonic, for crying out loud. Everyone loves him for what he does. Very few, very, very few, love him for who he is. Even if who he is happens to be a complete pain in the arse, on occasion," Sally added, managing a low giggle of real amusement. Maybe that was part of the attraction for her; most people only ever got to see the superhero aspect of Sonic's personality, the side of him that saved the world every day, the part of him that could do no wrong; Sally, however, got to see the other side to him: the impatient, rude, jerky aspect to his nature, but even with all of those flaws â€" maybe because of them â€" she loved him.
It was only now that Sally could really see the difference in Amy; in all of their other encounters, she had seen the young hedgehog as a naïve, little schoolgirl, with nothing more than a typical teenage crush on Sonic. Gone was the orange skirt, gone was the green t-shirt, of the child who had spent so many years chasing after the blue hedgehog; in her place was a young, but confident woman: a woman whose backless, fiery-red dress clung tightly to her still developing, yet finely curved body. Even the shades of dark purple shooting through her pink spines showed that this was a more mature Amy Rose, compared with the one who had competed with Sally for the affections of Sonic the Hedgehog. Sally found herself wondering, if Sonic had to choose between them today, would his decision have been the same? The squirrel suddenly realised she had been staring at Amy's petite, yet perky and full, chest all this time, not even paying the slightest bit of attention to what the hedgehog girl had been saying. She blushed a furious shade of red that matched Amy's dress.
"You're not even listening to me, are you?" Amy remarked, grinning slightly, seeing that the squirrel's beautiful blue eyes had glazed over in thought. "Mm. Maybe I should come back later," the hedgehog girl was saying, "when you're a bit more focused. I can imagine you just wanting to sleep right now." There was a slight teasing lilt to her voice; when she had been younger, it had been high-pitched and squeaky, but now, it was much more ... sultry.
"No, don't leave," said Sally, shaking her head, and looking even more tiny, fragile and vulnerable. "Please, I need the company right now." Sally bit her bottom lip softly when she looked down and noticed that Amy's nipples were protruding through the fake-leather fabric of her dress.
"Oh," Amy muttered, embarrassed as she noticed her predicament. "I'm sorry, I just, er, it's rather cold in here, isn't it?" She screwed her eyes shut, realising how terribly stupid she sounded. The hedgehog girl made to stand up, feeling ashamed. "I ought to get going, I think."
Sally was not upset, or even embarrassed, however; in fact, she was rather turned on by knowing how she had aroused the young hedgehog. Feeling more in control now, the squirrel placed a hand on Amy's chin, tilted the hedgehog's head slightly and placed a small, tender kiss on her lips. They broke the embrace after a moment, when Sally suddenly realised the enormity of what she had done. "Oh, Amy, I'm sorry," Sally shook her head. "I didn't mean to, I just, I got caught up in the moment."
Her apology was halted by Amy returning the kiss; despite Sally's attempt at a protestation, she quickly relented, and allowed the young hedgehog to slip her moist, pink tongue into her mouth. They kissed for some time, before finally having to break up â€" unwillingly â€" to breathe. Sally's hands caressed Amy's supple body, fondling her small breasts, stroking her stomach, before disappearing under her dress to massage the girl's white cotton panties.
Amy moaned contentedly as the squirrel's fingers caressed the sensitive areas between her legs; Sally stopped teasing the young hedgehog, slipped her long fingers down the girl's panties and pushed them inside her slick opening. "Oh, that feels really good," Amy moaned breathily as Sally's fingers moved in and out of her slowly. It was agonisingly good as the squirrel pushed her fingers in as deep as they could go, before extricating them, unhurried. Each painful, leisurely ministration burned the young hedgehog with passion. Since giving up on Sonic, Amy had nothing, no lustful thoughts, and now her repressed sexuality was being reawakened by the person she had lost him to.
Finally, Sally removed her fingers from inside Amy; she trailed each digit across the hedgehog's lips, making the girl lick up her own juices. The squirrel reached to the girl's shoulders and pulled down her dress, exposing her lightly tanned breasts and puffy pink nipples. "You look beautiful," Sally said, simply because it was true. She teased the hedgehog's swollen nipples for a few moments, before leaning down to kiss and softly bite then.
"That feels so good," growled Amy, biting her lips to stop herself from crying out and alerting the entire village to what was going on. Each gentle bite sent a new wave of pleasure throughout her body, as if she was being consumed from within by raw passion.
Sally pushed Amy down so that the girl was now lying flat on her back; she parted the pink hedgehog's long, curvy legs, enjoying the view of what was between. The foreplay had made Amy's inner thighs slick and wet from her juices; they were trailing down her lovely legs, slowly, so Sally bent down to lick them up slowly, savouring the slightly-tangy taste they left on her tongue. She flicked her tongue out, snake-like, to probe Amy's moistened vagina. Amy's body was trembling from the attentions it was receiving from Sally; as soon as the squirrel's rough tongue slipped inside her wet slit, Amy's walls produced more lubrication, allowing it to slide in deeper. The hedgehog's clitoris was swollen and throbbing, burning hotly, desiring attention. Sally decided not to disappoint it; she tweaked the sensitive nub of flesh between two fingers, twisting and squeezing until Amy moaned out loud.
Sensing that Amy was close to climax, Sally hurried her pace; her only focus was the thought, the feel, the taste of her one-time love-rival, now her lover. She only cared about bringing her to orgasm, as quickly as possible. The squirrel closed her soft blue eyes, continuing her quickened ministrations on Amy's sensitive vagina; she licked, probed, deeply inside the girl's wet vagina; she rubbed, stroked, squeezed and pulled her clitoris until, at last, Amy orgasmed. A rush of sticky, white fluids exploded from the girl, soaking Sally's light brown face; try as might, she could not lick up all of the tangy-sweet juices flowing from her lover.
"Oh, Sally," Amy whispered between quickly-drawn breaths, utterly happy and at peace. "That was amazing." All their earlier thoughts about Sonic had been pushed aside; all that mattered was right now, the bonds between the two of them as they explored and cared for each other.
Sally panted, wiping her soaked face with the back of her hand. "Really? You think so?"
"Mm." Amy nodded, her long, luxurious spines flowing seductively. Her voice turned low, seductive, sultry. "Now. It's your turn, Princess." Before Sally could say or do anything, Amy had her pinned down to the bed. She had no idea where the young girl got this sudden access of strength from, but it both aroused and intimidated her. Two fingers slipped down Sally's moist vagina, making it tremble slightly with arousal. Amy's other hand slid down Sally's chest, squeezing and fondling her large â€" compared to Amy's petite ones, anyway â€" breasts and protruding nipples.
The squirrel let out a soft moan when Amy slid between her legs and began sucking on her wet slit; she breathed harder, suppressing a tiny yelp, when she felt teeth on the sensitive flesh of her clitoris. Amy bit down on the tiny nub gently, pulling it, stretching it ever so slightly, enjoying the way Sally bucked and writhed underneath her. A wet, agile tongue slipped out of the young girl's mouth and thrust deeply into Sally's warm vagina. Feeling that fast-moving, moist serpent move within her, coupled with her earlier activities, brought Sally to an orgasm in a rush; come surged from her body, flowing into Amy's eager and waiting mouth. The young girl drank deeply, sighing with pleasure at the salty-sweet taste catching in her throat slightly. To her, it was as divine as Nectar.
The lovers relaxed, entwining themselves in each other's arms and legs, like a slippery-wet snake. They were both coming down from their high, past the post-orgasmic bliss that clouded all thought, and now they were thinking properly again. "Sally, what are you going to tell Sonic?" asked Amy. She really hoped that this would not be one brief, dazzling experience. Her vagina throbbed hotly, hoping that the act could be repeated.
Sally stroked the young girl's spines, trying to impart some comfort to her. "I honestly don't know," she sighed. "I think I'll have to tell him. After that, who knows what will happen."
"I loved it," Amy said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Being with you, it felt, you know, right."
"I loved it, too," replied Sally, planting a tender kiss on the hedgehog girl's forehead.