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The pink hedgehog kicked her feet as she sat on the edge of the bed, watching Sally bent over a desk, the same as she had been for hours. She didn't know what it was that was engrossing the other girl somuch, the chipmunk did have something of a tendency to get caught up in her work, whatever the 'work' might be at any given moment. Even when she was relaxing and goofing off, she got too invested. Amy could work hard, too, of course, she wasn't (whatever the chipmunk seemed to occasionally think of her) just a cute, silly little girl who didn't know what she was doing. Was she a fangirl of Sonic's? Yeah, sure, she had been since she was 12, and now as a young woman with all the accordant desires, her fandom of him was just as strong. She was also, though, a good wrestler, a fighter, and all in all a serious person who had every right to be there fighting along Sonic in his most desperate moments. What it all came down to, really, was that while she could take things seriously, she didn't really see why Sally had to act like the fate of the world rested on her shoulders, just because it, well, did. And honestly, even if Sally DID have to be all like that, and she got it, they were at least able to get along with each-other and work together, she just wished they didn't have to share a bedroom at the moment. Aside from the whole group of them being in the same place, of course, and only having limited space. That would make sense.

"I," she started, speaking with the finality of an official announcement made after weeks of deliberation, "Am bored."

"Nobody said you had to be here, yaknow," Sally answered coldly, "If you're so bored, I'm not gonna stop you leaving to find something more interesting to do."

"I don't wanna leave," answered Amy.

"Then shut up."

Amy let a bit of a smile cross her face. Antagonizing the squirrel, even if it was just a bit and playfully, was in fact something to do, and honestly something that she was pretty sure Sally liked, whether or not she admitted it.

"But," Amy began, "I'm bored~"

"Well, Amy," Sally answered in a tone usually used by annoyed kindergarten teachers explaining to kids why jelly worms were fine to eat but earthworms weren't, "You can either be bored here, or find something interesting to do somewhere else."

"What if I wanna be interested here?" Amy asked. The tone did have a bit of annoyance in it, yes, saying that Sally wanted to get alone... But it wasn't completely shutting her down, either. There was a chance that she could probably get some fun out of this, and quite frankly with how Sally had been a bit twitchy and on edge lately, Amy had a feeling that the royal girl was more eager to get a little time offf than she was willing to let on.

Sally rolled her eyes, "Then ya got a problem," she answered, "I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"Stuff that I have to do, Amy, if I tell you what you'll just say you're bored again."

Amy nodded, and hopped off the bed, "Good point," she said, and walked up behind Sally, putting her hands on the other woman's shoulders, "So... How about..." She leaned in, and pressed her cheek to the chipmunk's, "You make me not bored."

Sally looked back, a little in annoyance but a bit of interest too. It reassured the pink hedgehog that she was on the right track as far as finding a little bit of entertainment tonight.

"What do you have in mind?" Sally asked. Amy laughed, rubbing her hands against the squirrel's shoulders and giving her an almost affectionate massage.

"Well..." She said, "I don't want to leave the room to get unbored. But... Maybe you can convince me to." She turned Sally around in her chair to look down at her, "Why don't we have a bit of fun, wrestle a little, and if you win... I'll go somewhere else."

She almost laughed at Sally's expression as she tried, for a moment, to look angry about the challenge and the interruption of her work, but the way the corners of her mouth continued to twitch a little bit upwards made it clear as day to the pink hedgehog that Sally was as eager to find something 'exciting' to do as she was.

"You know what? Fine," she said, in a voice that tried but failed to sound angry, "Let's get this done with."

Sitting around in their room, both of them were nude to start, which honestly made even Amy, whose tastes could usually be described as "Sonicsexual" for all the attention she would give to anyone else, blush a little bit at the thought of wrestling with her.

"Alright, then," Amy announced, "Let's go!"

The pink-pined girl watched her opponent carefully. They'd both been in their fair share of combat, most of it far more serious than little tussles in a bedroom to relieve boredom, but the idea of a simple (and, notably, NUDE) wrestling match like this one was... To be perfectly honest, more than a little exciting to her. She opened and closed her hands a little, trying to make sure she was fully ready for this still somewhat new experience.

She stepped forward, arms out and ready to grapple... And was swiftly reminded that, well, Sally REALY knew how to handle herself in a high-pressure situation. She stepped forward, preparing to grab the chipmunk, but the chipmunk was ready for it and grabbed not at Amy's body, but her biceps, which she could only reach because of Amy's attack. For all her skills (and the speed she had picked up in her ongoing task of keeping up with her blue idol,) the chipmunk's serious nature had meant she tended to train harder, and the training she did stayed better. Amy knew she could match her in the contest, but it would take all her focus, and a refusal to play into Sally's expectations.

As soon as she made the move, she felt the chipmunk's fingers grip into her arms, and, in one blindingly fast motion, she found herself whipped around and pressed face-first (or, even more importantly, chest-first,) into the wall of their shared bedroom. Her breasts pressed up close, and mushroomed out against the wall as the woman behind her leaned in, trapping her body in the space between the chipmunk behnind her and the hard wall in front, practically dry-humped her against it

She felt Sally place her right arm in the middle of her upper back, right between the shoulderblades, to push forward in a way that bullied her breasts closer to the wall as well. It wasn't just a movement for control, either, as Amy realized when Sally reached down and grabbed for her wrist. Amy did her best to keep it stiff, down, and refuse Sally the chance to really grab and work her over with the hold, but there was only so much that she could do, and a second almost palm-thrust style push on her back made sure that she had no hope of escaping what was coming. A few seconds later, her arm was being pulled upward, wrenched in the socket, and the chipmunk had her helplessly locked in a hammerlock hold.

The muscles of her back and shoulder stretched and almost seemed to scream as she had her arm pulled powerfully upwards and behind her back. The hammerlock was used as a simple little transition move in the wrestling shows on television, which made it easy to forget just how effective of a hold it could be. It was a move used to control someone, and quite frankly, right now, Amy felt EXTREMELY controlled.

"Amy," The squirrel taunted, with a tone of faux-exasperation in her voice, "If you're going to challenge people to wrestle, you should know how to do it yourself~" Amy could only groan as the squirrel leaned in and pulled up harder on her arm at the same time, tormenting the muscles and stretching her in ways she was quite sure she wasn't supposed to bend.

Amy was, she would probably have to admit, not the better wrestler. This wasn't the biggest problem she could face, though. After all, she may not be the better wrestler, but she could still outdo Sally in this little contest. Nothing wrong with a bit of dirty play between friends, right? As Sally continued to pull on her arm, Amy stepped back and stomped, driving her foot onto the bridge of the chipmunk's own.

"AHHH, AM-!" The chipmunk started to exclaim, but Amy didn't give her a chance to get the entire exclamation out, as she followed the stomp up with an elbow right into the midsection, digging into the cute bushy-tailed girl's abdominal muscles, not quite hard enough to bruise, but certainly hard enough to make her gasp from the impact and release her iron-like grip on Amy's arm.

Still, this was a cute friendly tussle, not some sort of all-out warfare battle for their lives, so she couldn't hit her and attack her too hard. The flip side of that, though, was that her attacks couldn't leave Sally reeling too long, either. She needed to act fast if she wanted to have this little move end with her in control of the situation and not simply getting a couple seconds of delay before Sally returned to her attack and swiftly ended this little grappling contest in her own favor.

While Sally reeled from Amy's stomp, the pink-pined hedgehog twisted around behind her, and now she was the one pinning her opponent to the wall. No wonder Sally had been taunting her... This was an empowering feeling, to tell the truth.

An empowering feeling, and yet, it was one that she would have to avoid indulging, lest any little attempt at taunting her opponent ended... Well, about as well as Sally's taunts had. She was in control for now, but against a skilled opponent like Sally, even she knew that that position was a precarious one. She couldn't risk a simple grappling move, either... But that didn't mean there weren't other, if slightly less classically combative ways to take the lead in their little contest.

She reached up, let her hands dig deep into Sally's short cropped hair, and gave one long and hard pull backwards. It wrenched Sally's head back, making her gasp in pain and, Amy suspected, probably more than a little bit of excitement at the way she was being womanhandled. Honestly, who wouldn't be at least a LITTLE into it?

She gave another pull, and it was met with another satisfying gasp and scream from her opponent. She went farther, pulling back harder, and dragging Sally away from the wall, both hands clutching into the chimpunk's hair.

"Gotcha princess~" Amy taunted her opponent, pulling back hard on her hair, "What's wrong, my lady, is this not the way they teach you to fight at the royal academy, huh~?" She mocked her, and followed up her mocking words with another hard wrench at the rodent girl's locks that had Sally practically mewling like an injured kitten from the controlling tugs. Amy just laughed, "Aww, can't take fighting dirty~?" She mocked, dragging her back towards the space between the bed and the desk, leaving her with nothing to grasp at for her own defence, "Guess this isn't the sort of thing that you'd learn in princess school, is it~?"

"Nnngg... N-no," Sally answered, her voice straining from the effort of speaking through pain that was, while far from debilitating, certainly enough to keep her mind on the tugging rather than their contest, "I mean... Aghhh..." Her hands were in her hair, trying to pull Amy's off of them, but while Amy was not exactly the best wrestler in Sonic's crew of anti-Eggman warriors, she was certainly the one with the most experience in hair-pulling catfights.

"They... Definitely teach you... To be better at it than that!" Sally finished with a cry as she reached up, and let her own hands dig into the long stuck together spines around Amy's head, tugging the same way the hedgehog was.

Amy knew how to handle her own in a little catfighting contest, yes, but she really didn't expect Sally to be able to do the same, and she cried out as her pines were pulled on like the chipmunk was working to yank them clean out by the root. There wasn't much for her to do as far as countering a hair-tug, the danger of the catfight was that it always left you open to be hit with the same sort of offense you had been using on your foe, which both made it bad in combat sports, and more importantly, EXTREMELY painful when you realized your playfighting opponent could handle it just as well as you could. Amy wasn't going to be able to find an easy out of this little scrap, so all she could do was lean into the attack, clutching tighter into Sally's hair.

There wasn't much of an option as far as escape went. Yes they could probably let go, knee, bite, scratch, and claw... But this was a catfight, not a fight to the death, and neither of them wanted to trade the point of pride that came from knowing you didn't get forced to let go in for the small advantage that came from being able to escape the pain with a cheap blow. Giving up on wrestling was one thing, but giving up on hair tugging was quite another. There was a difference between quitting a fight you can't win and quitting a fight because you just can't take the pain.

Still... OW! Sally was way better at this than Amy would have expected. The pink-pined hedgehog was struggling to keep her focus through the tugs and pain, and she could feel her hands instinctively twitching and, unfortunately, loosening their grip on Sally's short-cropped hair. As hard as she tried to keep her hands dug in tight to Sally, she was feeling herself starting to lose her grip. Damn, with how comparatively serious and reserved Sally could be, it could be easy to forget that she was STRONG, too! It was like she was trying to depine Amy entirely!

Amy couldn't take it, she let go, releasing the chipmunk from her grasp. Now Sally was the one who was capitalizing on a single-second's advantage. She twisted suddenly around, reached up, and grabbed Amy's hair. It felt like a burst of pain through the hedgehog girl's head as Sally squeezed her fingers in tight, staring her in the eyes with a burning intensity.

"Now, Amy, you wanna pull on hair? Let's do it like THIS!" She yelled out, and gave a hard tug. Amy's head was wrenched backward, and she cried out as some of the pink pines were yanked out of her skin, and the others pulled on flesh with a piercing pain as if the'd been inverted and were stabbing right back into her.

Amy was seeing stars in her eyes as the chipmunk pulled on her hair. Damn, she took everything way too seriously, even catfights! She would make fun of her for that, were it not for the fact hat she was feeling like her scalp had been set on fire and her opponent was trying to straight-up yank her bald with her bare hands! Sure, she might have been able to anticipate at least a bit of a killer (or, well, catfighter) instinct in the other girl, but never something quite on this level!

"You like this, Amy?!" Sally taunted. There may have been no malice to the attack, but that didn't mean that there wasn't a certain intensity that let Amy know even if Sally didn't hate her, at the very least, she REALLY enjoyed making people feel all hurt and helpless like this and Amy was, if not a long-awaited target, at least not exactly someone she particularly cared to go easy on. "Man, this is fun. Wish you had asked me to try it sooner!"

"Aghh... Yeah?" Amy responded, as the chipmunk tugged harder until she was bent back like a ballroom dancer in a tango, "How about... We have some... REAL fun then!"

She reached up, and grabbed into Sally's hair, pulling her back and twisting her hips to send the chipmunk to the ground, counting on the fact that pulling her hair that hard meant that Sally must have been overbalancing herself as much as she was Amy. It worked, and she got a gratifying look at the surprise on the princess's face as she twisted, and was brought down to the ground, Amy following her, and the two girls were on the ground, on their sides, staring in each-other's eyes.

Sally may have been down, but she still had enough focus left in her to keep her hands buried in Amy's hair, which meant that while Amy went down, she wasn't able to do it with an easy sweep that would let her gracefully get on top of her opponent and get to work dominating and bullying her. They were in a tense, stalemated position for a second, staring each-other down, teeth gritted as they worked on adding as much pain to the contest as they could. Amy yanked hard, Sally yanked back, and both of them could just lie there and glare at their opponent.

Sally had been winning the battle standing, but Amy had a feeling she could win it lying down. She could break the stalemate because, however good Sally might be, she fought with skill more than instinct. If she knew what she was doing, she was dangerous, but Amy knew all the naughty tricks she needed. She gave one quick yank down on Sally's hair, making her head bend just a bit, but not to make her cry out and tap. Instead, her goal was just to make Sally focus on the pain in her hair and neck more than what Amy was doing.

It worked, and it allowed Amy to roll on top of her opponent, straddle her, and spread out her legs for balance. She was on top, now, and she was going to take control quick. She just needed to make sure Sally didn't get a chance to focus herself. With that in mind, she started throwing slaps at the royal rodent, striking her across the face with her bare hands and making sure she was too focused on those impacts to try to fight back.

"Oooh, that feel good, does it~?" She teased as continued to throw the slaps in Sally's face, enjoying the smacking sound of every impact, and the feeling of Sally squirming and trying to find a way to cover up and protect herself. Every crack of impact on the chipmunk's flesh let Amy revel in the feeling of control over the other girl. It was, unfortunately, an experience so absorbing that she was beginning to lose track of the match, she was so focused on this little bit of dominant toying with the cute little chipmunk girl

As a result, she wasn't even thinking about what could happen when Sally suddenly bucked up, twisted her hips, rolled, and got on top of Amy. It was a single, almost graceful motion. One minute, Amy had been slapping her around with casual ease, and the next, she was finding herself on her back and staring up at the royal chipmunk, who had a wickedly confident grin on her face as she stared right back down at amy, her hands swiftly falling to the pink hedgehog's shoulders to keep her pinned down under her weight.

"Ya like slapfighting, cutie~?" She taunted, "Alright. Let's try that!" Suddenly, it was Sally's hands that were flying rapidfire down on Amy's face, knocking her head back and forth. It wasn't like this was anything that would resemble a total dominant ass-kicking, no, it's not like she was about to pass out from princess slaps, but at the same time, it did make it difficult, almost impossible, to focus on the fight. Unlike Amy, too, Sally was unlikely to get too caught up in dominating the pink hedgehog to keep focused on the fight, and if anything was going to raise questions on that point, Sally answered them by reaching down and grasping Amy's neck, pushing down on her, and leaning her bodyweight to keep her pinned down, and gasping for air against the attack.

Amy wasn't going to be able to pull the same sort of reverse Sally had, she was fairly certain of that... But she was equally sure that she would have to try. She tried to shut out at least some of the sensations of the slap-attack by closing her eyes, tried to focus herself on what she had to do. There was no metaphor for it that was more evocative than what it was, she was trying to get herself together and pull out a few seconds of meditation while being repeatedly stung by slaps to the cheek.

She reached her hands down, and clutched them onto Sally's hips. She grasped tight on them, held them in her hands, and then gave one single and mighty buck coupled with a push of her arms, hoping that perhaps she would be able to force Sally away even if she couldn't completely roll her off.

The buck did dislodge the chipmunk... But only a little bit, enough to make the slap attack stop and the hand fall from her neck, but not enough to fully fight her opponent off. If anything, her buck had made her situation that much worse, as it was accompanied by a Sally leaning forward and spreading her legs for balance... A position which meant that Sally went from a light choke on the neck to roughly grasping at Amy's breasts. The pink-haired hedgehog's cup size may not have been the envy of the world, but you didn't need to have breasts like balloons to have them be incredibly sensitive. Sally's hand was soft and silky-smooth, and she could only give a light gasp as a sudden and unexpected sensation of pleasure flowed through her, exacerbated by the position of her opopnent's crotch, pressed right up against her own bare pussy.

The sensation left Amy gasping for breath or, at the very least, a small respite and ability to recenter herself mentally after the unexpected grasp of her breasts. She bit her lip, looking up into Sally's eyes, and the tomboy princess looked back down at her with a look of mild confusion, clearly as shocked by Amy's reaction as Amy had been by the sensation, and in need of a few seconds to figure out what, exactly, had caused the hedgehog girl to gasp like she was being groped by the speedster of her dreams rather than caught in an intense and painful catfight.

Sally looked down, saw where her hand was resting, and, unfortunately for Amy, found her answer. She looked back up into Amy's eyes with a worryingly excited smile, and then reached out and leaned down, now bringing both hands to bare against the cute little hedgehog's body, and kneading her sensitive breasts like dough. Amy began to buck and writhe from it, suddenly totally absorbed in the sexuality of the moment, the thought of the contest somewhat gone, and her body running on instinct, knowing she had to get out from under here not because she would lose a competition but because Sally felt so damn GOOD, so dominant, that Amy could barely comprehend how helpless the cute little chipmunk was making her.

Sally wasn't having any mercy on her opponent, either. Amy was on her back, under Sally's control, and the chipmunk girl was going to make her feel it. Now that she had figured out just how sexual this moment was, seen how the contest had turned into one of eroticism, she was going all out and not holding back for a second, and Amy was on the bottom, on her back, and in no position to do anything about her opponent's amorous advances except lie back and take what Sally was giving her.

As she tried to handle the rising conflicted sensations that her opponent pumped into her body, Sally pushed the attack even further, repositioning to lower her hips, until now the two young women's pussies were pressed close, flesh to flesh, and she could feel her lower lips and clit mashed to Sally's like she was trying to push all the way through. Their juices would make them stick together, sealed by sweat and sex, with nothing to do about it except ride the rising sensations of awesome pleasure.

Sally wasn't content to leave her tricks off there, either. Even as she started to pump and grind, sliding her pussy along Amy's, she leaned in, wrapped her arms around the back of the pink hedgehog's head (careful not to poke herself on the thorns,) and pulled her closer, making sure that Amy had nowhere to go and nothing to feel but awesome and growing pleasure being pumped into her by Sally Acorn. If this was the royal treatment, well, Amy understood now that she was a commoner in this contest.

The two sensations combined, making the pink-colored tomboy squirm and twist around, trying to alleviate the sensation, as Sally's hips sped up and continued to mash their bodies together. In the seconds since the sex had started, Amy had gone from aroused and excited to completely overwhelmed by the pleasure and overpowering sensations. She could hardly breathe, getting only enough oxygen from the woman on top of her to ensure that she wasn't about to pass out lack of air, and that she would stay awake enough to really feel everything Sally was doing to her.

In the face of such awesome and overwhelming sexuality, there was nothing to do but buck her hips, twitch, pump, try anything she could to escape and slow the sensations. Of course, there was always a broad gulf between trying and succeeding at a task, and as much as she was trying to buck and throw her off, the increasing arousal was turning her attempts to escape into a rhythmic thrust back on the other woman, attempts to minimize the effect of a dominant sexual attack swiftly transforming into eager pumps and bucks. Her attempted rodeo-bull bucks to escape were turning into rhythmic waves of pleasure, as if her hips and body were begging Sally to give her more, and Sally's counter of thrusting faster and harder and holding the helpless hedgehog's head tighter to her full breasts showed that she was clearly happy to give Amy all the chipmunk tit flesh she could take... And as Amy sweated, struggled, and fought against the pleasure, it was clear that the point of 'All she could take' had passed long ago.

As the old expression went, when in Rome, do as the Romans, and while Amy wasn't exactly sure whether that would transfer with perfect accuracy to Mobius, the principle was the same. If you were pinned down beneath a beautiful horny chipmunk who was trying to rut you through the floor of your shared bedroom, then you had to find a way to use that arousal against her.

Amy reached up, wrapped her arms around Sally's body, and pulled her down towards her. At the same time, rather than trying to fight and pull away from the hold and the smother, she wrapped her lips tighter around the soft-furred breasts, and started to suckle, dancing her tongue along Sally's sensitive nipple as she did. It may not have been the sort of combat they'd started with, or even the aggressive catfighting that combat had turned into, but if this was the battle Sally was going to have, Amy was going to bring it to her.

At least, that was what Amy was trying to tell herself, as her tongue twisted around protruding nipples and she suckled like she was seeking a thick drink of milk. It was, after all, at least sort of a way of fighting back in this competition, and at the very least trying to work those breasts over helped her handle just how hot, thick, and full they felt pressed up against her face. "This is just how I'm fighting now" was a good excuse for allowing herself to indulge in suckling and licking a pair of breasts that she'd been eager to get her hands on for months.'

She felt Sally starting to shudder slightly on top of her, and those hips press down a little bit harder against he rown. It was a sign the attack was working, though the increase in the awesome pleasurable sensation that was coming from their unusual mating was a sign that the attack may have been too little too late. Amy was already on the edge of giving in to the growing sexual sensations, after all, and the tensing and pumping that came from even most passive arousal could well turn this whole situation, including the temporary advantage she had managed to draw from the suckling, against her.

Fortunately for Amy, that wouldn't happen. Unfortunately for Amy, the reason it wouldn't happen was that Sally, after a few seconds of gasping and twisting in arousal, recovered, and stood stock-still as she leaned in on Amy. It would have been nice for the hedgehog to hope that it was a sign of putting up a last-gasp battle against arousal, but she knew what that felt like, and she knew that Sally was, at the moment, not quaking or tensing her muscles enough. Instead, Sally had managed to handle th epleasure in much better time than Amy had, and was now just clutching her close and preparing a counter-attack.

"Oooh, you made a mistake," She heard the princess tease, "Because I can wrestle, I can catfight, but Amy, if you want a sex contest," she laughed, "You're not even in the same sport, much less the same league. You ready for this cutie?"

She wasn't. She wouldn't have been even if she hadn't been being pushed up to the edge of an orgasm for so long, to the point that most people would have been able to hump one out of her, but right now there wasn't a chance. Sally's hips began to pump back on her own with a perfectly timed rhythm, grinding and pushing down on Amy until the cute little hedgehog couldn't even dream of handling the sensations that were being forced through her. There wasn't even a last moment of holding on and struggling before she came, no, it was simply a matter that one second she was being cradled and ground on, and as soon as the pumping began, she was gushing like a waterfall.

She began to twitch and buck her hips rapidly, grinding up on Sally, her body shaking and her breath coming shockingly quick as Sally worked her over with powerful and practiced pumps. She was gushing, and oh, was this an orgasm for the ages, the type that she was going to be having erotically charged dreams about for years to come. She didn't know how Sally could have gotten so darn good at this sort of thing, but the how was swiftly fading into irrellevancy in the face of the pure and simple fact that she HAD learned to work her hips like this, and there was nothing that Amy could do to fight back. Amy was being carried away on a gushing, overwhelming sea of pleasure that came from every impact of the chipmunk's pussy against her own.

She wouldn't have been able to see anything even if her eyes hadn't been rolled back in her head and her hips bucking and thrusting, what with how she was being clutched helplessly to Sally's breasts, but now she was seeing stars and the off-shade of yellow that came from the eyes staring back in on themselves for too long. Her muscles twitched, her arms, her legs, every bit of her shook as Sally worked her over, until finally, after what felt like hours of unrelenting and unending orgasm, she finally fell back, gasping, and her arms went loose, leaving her lying back and shaking from the aftermath of the orgasm beneath Sally's body.

Sally pulled away from her, and stared down at her as she tried with only mild success to get her eyes to refocus on her opponent. The chipmunk chuckled, and reached down to stroke slowly across Amy's cheek, and instinctively, Amy nuzzled into it like an eager kitten. Sally just laughed at the response and pressed harder, letting Amy keep going at it until she managed to realize what she was doing and pull herself away from the pleasurable sensation.

"Did ya have a good time there?" Sally asked, and still a little winded and out of breath from the erotic experience, Amy could only nod and mumble out a light 'mhm' sort of sound.

"I figured as much," Sally laughed and reached back down, less of the teasing nuzzle, and more of a pat on the cheek that would under other circumstances have been condescending but after what she had just done to Amy could only be described as entirely earned, "You did pretty good there! I just, well, as ya might have noticed, that wasn't my first time having a contest like that. Turns out, hey, most princesses might not learn how to fight that way, but this one sure did, and she was good at it, too."

It was a statement Amy couldn't find a way to argue with.

"So, not bored anymore?" Sally asked. Amy shook her head. The excitement of that little contest was going to keep her miles away from 'bored' for a while. Sally nodded, and rose off Amy's hips. The pink-haired girl was a little bit self-satisfied to see that her prediction about their lower lips sticking together bore out, as there was a bit of a wet pulling sound and a definite shock of pleasure as they separated.

"Glad to hear it," Sally smiled, "So, that mean you're gonna leave so I can get back to what I was doing?"

"Nuh," Amy answered, after a few seconds passed to let her brain remember how to form the words, "'Cause I'm about to win the rematch."

"I thought fucking someone's brains out was only a joke," Sally laughed, "You just felt that and think you're gonna win? In your dreams."

A goofy smile danced across Amy's face, "Yeah. That was the plan." She said, and then rolled her head to the side, fading away into a haze of pleasure and arousal, and an erotic dream which, even with all the power of Amy's subconscious and excitement, was never going to get even near as good as the experience she'd just had beneath Sally.

Not quite as good, but still beautiful, as she spent the next few hours in an erotic cloud, reliving that experience in a thousand different places, contexts, and worlds. In all her years of hanging around, this was the first time she was having sex dreams that DIDN'T star her favorite blue speedster, and she would almost be disappointed by that if they weren't just so glorious and exciting. You couldn't be disappointed in anything that lead to being held down beneath Sally Acorn and ridden like a prize pony, it would be like being disappointed with winning lottery tickets.

A seemingly unending sequences of erotic short fantasies played, over and over in Amy's mind, until she was unsure when one of those fantasies ended and the next one began. But like the old saying went, all good things must, eventually, come to an end, even erotic dreams about royal chipmunks. After hours of lying on the ground and fantasizing about what could be done, Amy awoke in the bedroom, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes still at least a little bit unfocused, and her mind half in the haze of sexuality that it had spent the last few hours reliving.

"Hey there," she heard the familiar voice of the chipmunk, and looked over to see her lying on the side of the bed, propping her head up on one hand, and smiling teasingly, "I was just thinking Amy... You did alright, but I won pretty convincingly there. I think you need to get your head a bit more together, take some stuff more seriously."

Amy gave a bit of a whine, "Aww, Sallyyy... Do I gotta?"

"Yes," Sally, answered, "You do. I'm sorry, Amy, there's high stakes out there, and I'm going to have to make sure you're ready for anything."

"...You think lesbian sex is going to help us fight robots?"

"Maybe. Anything's possible, so it helps to be prepared. Don't worry, I'm a very " Sally stroked down her own sides to frame her lower lips, making mock-humping motions with each word, "Hands. On. Teacher." She laughed, "Now, Amy, get on up here and let's get serious~"

Amy nodded. Serious sex with Sally. It was a delightful tongue-twister, and a VERY good reason to stay roommates. She eagerly scrambled up into the bed. Maybe seriousness wasn't so bad after all...