FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Unlike the grandiose nature of the stadium, the cozy, old-world home look of this arena is much more intimate. Rouge leads her potential investors out of the station and into the foyer at home at rustic Knothole-village chic.

The only thing out of place in this earthen and wooden decor is the way the chairs, made of softwoods, face a large mirror.

"We all the way out in Wood Zone?" Clutch asks, plopping himself onto the chair. To his surprise, it rocks.

Breezie sits down with a more reserved demeanor, sitting up and keeping her seat from moving as much as possible.

Rouge steps up to the mirror, motioning to it. "Different people have different tastes. I'm sure you both agree that there are channels one must put people on to give them what they want. What some groups love, others hate. This is for a more discerning palate who wishes for something a bit softer, yet has a little edge."

"Lots of buzzwords and not enough substance," Clutch barks. "Get to the point."

"Oh, there are many points here, all along the back. You thought one hedgehog celebrity was interesting? Well, feast your eyes on this!" Rouge claps her hands, and the lights in the room flash off, revealing that the mirror is, in fact, a window peering into a bedroom that is equally as cozy as the viewing room. The four-poster bed is front and center on their view, with the other accents and accouterments off to the side, giving a good amount of walking room on either end.

Rouge pulls out her datapad and speaks into it. "Alright, let's do it to it!"

The doors on either side of the little bedroom open up, and from one of them steps out a blue-furred male hedgehog, his body draped with a loose red bathrobe. A trademark grin sits on his face, though his emerald eyes look towards the one stepping in from the other side.

His opponent wears nothing save for the rings around his wrists and ankles and the red streaks of his black fur. This hedgehog stares down the other through crimson eyes, snorting with contempt.

In the viewing room, Clutch catches himself as he nearly falls off his chair, and Breezie grips onto the arms of her seat roughly hard enough to crack the wood.

Rouge hides her smile as she speaks into the room. "Alright, you two. You got a small audience for your little contest, and don't forget the cameras lined up for the recording. All of this for posterity, of course."

The black hedgehog crosses his arms over his chest, pressing against his white chest fluff. "Hmph. I know this already-I didn't forget."

"I know you didn't, mister grumpy pants," Rouge says, crossing one leg over the other. "I just need to reiterate things for viewers who don't know what's happening. Why don't you introduce yourselves and tell the world what you're doing here?"

The black hedgehog thumps his chest with one hand. "My name is Shadow the Hedgehog. I am the strongest fighter in the world. All who challenge me have never bested me!"

"And you?" Rouge asks.

The blue hedgehog walks up towards the bed, placing his blue hands on the mattress. His robe falls off of his shoulders, slipping down his body. He flutters his eyes as he looks toward Shadow. "I'm Sonic the Hedgehog, and I challenged Shadow to a contest he couldn't refuse."

Shadow growls, stepping up to the bed and grabbing one of the posts. "You tricked me into this insipid situation. I wanted to conquer you, yes, but this is ridiculous!"

Sonic hops onto the bed, kicking the last of his robe off. He swirls his finger up and down along the sheets. "Not so ridiculous that you didn't accept."

Shadow grits his teeth. "You know how this is going to turn out. Have you no pride?"

Sonic tilts his neck and shrugs. "Look, Shadow, I do what I want, when I want. Now that I've been around the world dozens of times and finally put a stop to evil and all that jazz, I need to look inward at the next thrill, the next adventure.

"Besides," he says, smirking. "I heard stories about you in your days at GUN and how you liked blowing off steam after missions." He shakes his hand in front of his face, his tongue poking at his cheek.

"You're trying to egg me on," Shadow says, crawling onto the bed. He reaches out, grabbing Sonic by the cheeks, his eyes narrowing. "I will make you beg before this is all over."

"I'm begging," Sonic says through squished cheeks. "For you to shut up and get started already. Show me the real Shadow the Hedgehog!

Shadow growls, but he leans in, their noses rubbing against one another, lips breathing very close together. Sonic opens his mouth, his tongue gently rolling out. Still, Shadow pulls away, sits up, hands moving up behind Sonic's ears, and pushes him downward. "There will be none of that," Shadow says. "You're mine, and that is that!"

Clutch coughs, pushing himself up from his seat. "Look, Rouge, you said nothing about watching two annoying hero types shooting a porno! This is supposed to be a fight!"

Rouge presses a few buttons on her pad and motions out the door. "Well, Clutch, you are free to change your mind about things if you follow the train to the next corridor. Breezie, do you have reservations about watching these two settle their differences in the bedroom and not the battlefield?"

Breezie's girlish smile wipes off her face as she tears her attention away from the show before her. "H-huh? Oh no, I love this. Let's see where it's going!"

Rouge flutters her eyes, waving Clutch away. "At least someone here has good taste."