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“Damn…" Mantle breathes under his breath.

“Little guy just doesn't quit, does he?" pants Clayton.

Captain Andrews, meanwhile, stands transfixed, staring down at the presented hedgehog ass, kneeling on the ground before him. Wordlessly, he lowers himself down, grabbing those cheeks and spreading them apart. With his expert aim, he spits right on ultimate asshole and then presses a thumb at that orifice, rubbing along the ring before sticking the digit in.

Shadow blushes, gritting his teeth as he feels his first case of penetration from a foreign body. He clenches his fists but soon cannot hold back his pleasure. He breathes heavily and rocks his hips back against the thumb, but Andrews pulls it out with a pop.

Shadow growls, but soon yelps when Andrews wraps his arms around the hedgehog and pulls him up against his chest.

Shadow now is pressed against the human, presenting his whole front for the two observers. His cock throbs in anticipation as his flushed face loses focus on the world in front of him.

Andrews squeezes the hedgehog by the stomach, letting the quills scratch his chest. His lips rest right by Shadow's ear, and he whispers, “now, this is how you treat your superiors."

“Superior…?" Shadow asks, turning his head to face the human. He brushes his hand over the commander's cheek. “Nah… you're the ones giving me exactly what I want."

The Captain scowls. “That so, huh? You think you're in charge here?" He lowers the smaller creature down, the tip of his own head pressing against Shadow's asshole. “Let's just see!" The Captain lays down on the ground, bringing the hedgehog with him.

Shadow's toe-blobs touch the ground, and he reaches back to grab Andrews by the shoulders. He pushes himself down, taking the dick into his ass, swallowing it and wrapping around the length with a little bit of resistance.

Captain Andrews closes his eyes, his fingers scratching over Shadow's chest fur, but the hedgehog says nothing. He just smirks as he milks the commander's cock, gripping hard against the man's shoulders, letting his quills scratch his body. “You enjoying yourself?" Shadow asks.

The Captain doesn't respond, but instead buries his mouth against the hedgehog's neck, nipping at fur and flesh.

Shadow gasps at that, his hole tightening around the cock in surprise as Andrews thrusts himself upward into him. The cock prods him in just the right spot, hitting the prostate and sending Shadow into a world of pleasure beyond that.

Teeth and cock—two things Shadow hadn't considered coming together, but the marks the Captain would make on his fur were worth the experience. Shadow bounces over the Captain now, biting his lip as he looks down over his body, watching his cock flop around, feeling the jizz ooze and plop onto his thighs. He's a cum-drenched mess, but he hadn't come himself. Not yet, not-

Andrews lets go of Shadow's neck, holding him down as he lets out a weak cry. Cum shoots up out of the man and into Shadow's fuckhole, impregnating his ass with a soldier's potent seed.

Being so fulfilled, Shadow pushes his chest out, tilts his head back, and lets out a cry himself. Cum shoots out of him so far that Clayton and Mantle stumble back to let it spurt out onto the floor in front of him.

“Oh shit!"

“Fuck, man!"

Andrews pulls out and drops Shadow, leaving the hedgehog to lay on his side, his cock and his ass still leaking from the rough and wild sex he just had.

“Well," Andrews said, panting. “Whatever the hell this was… it sure was a wild ride. You're alright, Shadow?"

Shadow glances over his shoulder to see Andrews's hand held out for him. He grunts and pushes himself up. “I didn't do this for your approval," he says. “But if you need me, you know where to find me."

With that, Shadow returned to his shower, washing himself off and leaving the others to continue on in silence as well.

Months pass, and Shadow tightens up a new part for his motorcycle and rubs his gloves on the oil rag as he checks on all the pieces. He frowns at something he sees in the reflection and tosses the cloth over his shoulder. “Been a while," he says, turning to face Rouge the Bat.

Rouge sits on Shadow's workbench, one leg crossed over the other. “Don't you seem better than when I left you. It's like you found yourself a hobby or something." Rouge says, a knowing smile upon her face.

Shadow sighs and rubs his hand over his quills. “Was it Omega?"

“Nope," Rouge says, uncrossing her leg and hopping off of the desk. “Just word around the water cooler in the espionage circles, and no, we don't spy on the locker rooms. But people talk."

“You here to congratulate me or to scold me?" Shadow asks, walking past her and putting his tools away.

“Neither, really. Just wondering how you are. You've always had issues when it came to figuring out your purpose in life, you know? Is this a new grand purpose, or is it another sort of thing?"

Shadow shrugs, “Honestly, I don't know," he says.

“Well, if you ever need help figuring that sort of thing out," She says, bringing her fingers up to her lower lip, “I just might be able to help you."

Shadow looks over his shoulder, quizzically quirking an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?"

Rouge holds out her hand to him. “We'll see. But part of the fun is dealing with nice surprises. World's safe right now for the first time in a long time. Let's see what we can find out together."