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Life has many doors, so they say, but others say that life has many different variations. In the No Zone, variations are fascinating. Zokun and Ztone are the agents monitoring more peaceful worlds for possible Zone violations.

Most of the time, like this time, it doesn’t happen, but for Ztone, this variation is intriguing.

Exhibit A: Surge the Tenrec. She’s a dead villain, a martyred hero, or a nobody in many alternate futures. In this timeline, because of a strange intervention, she has become something no other Surges Ztone has seen before—she has become happy.

The Tenrec finds herself in the arms of her Kangaroo adoptive older sister. Bre snuggles against the Tenrec, the taller Mobian’s hold making the troublemaker squirm about in her hands. “C-come on, put me down. Yer embarrassin’ me!” Surge complains.

Standing next to Bre’s girlfriend, Lexus the Doberman, and Surge’s partner in “crime,” Kitsunami. Lexus holds Kit’s shoulder, chuckling slightly at the display. Kit squirms a little, biting his lip, but the curl of the smile on the edge of Surge’s face calms him and his anxieties.

“Ya brk,” says the kangaroo, messing with Surge’s hair in an almost-noogie. Do you really want to miss out on the Hot Honey concert? Last chance.”

“Ugh, I already said that I got stuff I wanna do,” Surge says, giving Bre a playful shove.

Lexus snickers slightly. “Hey, Bre, it’s cool. We’ll just smother her in attention after we get back. Besides,” She says, squeezing Kit’s shoulder, “Shortstack over here needs to have more confidence on his own still, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, Drippy,” Surge says, hands on her hips, tapping her foot, “You need to get used to me not being around you all the time. It’s all the doctor’s programming making you way too clingy, buh-buh-buh, I know, I know, you care for me, and I appreciate it. Really, I do, but it hurts me to see you can’t be your own man.”

Kit fidgets, tapping his fingers together. “I know… I know I’m sorry, Surge.”

“Don’t sweat it, besides,” she says, draping her arm over his shoulder and whispering, “If I’m alone today, I’ll have a chance to be really happy, okay? This thing I wanna work on. It’s important to me.”

“Well, whatever it is, I can help you. I can-ooph!”

With a finger pressed against his muzzle, Surge stops Kit from stumbling over himself in offers of help. “Listen. If I need ya, you’ll know. Just go. Have fun. Enjoy your time with the girls. They like ya, you nerd.”

“You’re the nerd,” says Bre, cuddling up to Lexus.

“Both of you,” Lexus coos.

“But we definitely want to see what this project of yours is,” Bre says, her mischievous smirk fading.

Surge waves her off. “Don’t ya worry about it. It’s safe. I ain’t done anything rash in years!”

“Is that true?” Asks Agent Ztone.

Zokun yawns, going through the data. “Yeah, in this universe, Starline made three effective anti-heroes. Bre was one of them, which seems to have added stability to her and Kitsumani’s lives!

Ztone strokes his chin, “How is her criminal activity? Anything on the multiversal radar?”

“Nope!”

“Interesting…”

“Okay, okay, but since you’re an adult now, we can trust ya,” says Bre, giving her another one of her patented hugs.

Surge squeals and squirms under her, eventually breaking free. “Come oooon, Bre!”

Bre and Lexus chuckle, ushering Kit and leaving Surge alone on the porch. She waves to them with one hand and holds the other hand in her pocket.

“Don’t you dare have too much fun without me!” she calls out in her own tease as the group gets into the car and drives off. She stands before the door, sighing and smiling, putting her other hand in her pocket.

“Well, that’s good enough for me to check this Surge off our list,” says Zokun, changing the channel, watching a Surge living in a desert wasteland inhabited by zombots and other monstrosities.

“Maybe so,” says Ztone, “but she does show that Surge could have a happy life… if given a chance.”

Surge, of course, is utterly unaware of the ones watching her. This is true for the No Zone surveyors and the pair of green eyes watching from the bush behind her.

She rolls on her feet, watching the street in front of her. She even pulls out her phone, swiping through her messages, and a frown forms.

There’s nothing.

Is he not coming?

Just as she thought all hope was lost, the blue creature behind her leaps out and wraps his arms around Surge. Kisses were placed on her neck, making her laugh, squeal, and shout. She spins around, giving playful punches to the only true blue hero who could have ever been fast enough to sneak up on her like that.

“Sonic the Hedgehog!” she shouts in such a way it could almost be a logo.

“In the flesh,” he says, giving her nose a playful boop, “and so are you,”

She giggles, hands in her pockets, hopping on her toes. “Y-yeah, I am. You, uh, you wanna go in?”

“You know it, beautiful,” he says,

The two of them zip past the door into her room, sending static through the air. Quite a strange combination. If our viewers had watched longer, they might have seen something spectacular.

Surge’s obsession with Sonic started as far back as she can remember. It began as a terrible hate, morphed into jealousy, and came that strange day.

* * *

She was alone, but not for long. The blue streak sped by, revealing her Sonic the Hedgehog.

“So,” he said, stretching, “you said something about settling this once and for all? What’s that all about?”

“A race,” she insisted. “Winner gets the glory of being the best hero in the world.”

“Come on. There’s more to life than being a hero, you know. Especially now that Eggman’s gone.” He holds out his hand. “But I’d happily race ya, and if I win, you get me a chili dog. What do you get if I win?”

Surge looked at his hand, growled, and slapped it away. She poked his chest and stood up to his face, nose-to-nose. “If I win, you do everything I say for a whole day.”

“Sounds fair.”

She wound up losing—of course, she did, but when they went to the stand, Sonic bought the chili dogs. They sat on a bench, and for the first time, they just talked.

There was no war.

There were no villains.

There was just life—and Surge was spending it trying to prove herself based on someone else—someone who all this time just wanted to help her out.

* * *

“You brooding over there, Surge?” Sonic asks, hopping onto her bed and lying back, his hands supporting himself and his feet dangling over the side.

“Don’t you make fun of me,” she grumbles, folding her arms over her chest.

“I’m not. I’m admiring,” Sonic says, but then he nods. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s fine. I just thought since you invited me, you—ah!?”

She zips onto the bed, straddling him, her hands on his shoulders. “Oh, I want to do this,” she says, leaning in, her nose pressed to his nose. “I imagined that after I kicked your ass, we’d roll around all rough-like and fuck our brains out.”

“Wow, sounds intense,” Sonic says. “Is that what you want?”

Surge’s sparks diminish, and she shakes her head. “N-no. It’s not. Not now.

“Good, ‘cause I’d rather not fight.”

“Yeah?” She asks, tilting her head. “What would you rather do?”

Sonic’s hands move up and clasp her sides. With some insistence, he pulls her down to lie on top of him, their noses rubbing, but more importantly, he presses his lips to hers.

* * *

It wasn’t the first time they kissed, but it was just as magical as it was back then, sitting on that park bench, finishing off their chili dogs.

“So, I was thinking,” Sonic said, their conversation about life getting rather deep.

“You were?” she teased him. “Mister ‘jump in, homing attack first, ask questions later’ was thinking?”

“Yeah, strange, isn’t it?” he says, shrugging. “You said you wanted me to do whatever you wanted if you won. So, what would it have been?”

“Huh?”

“If you won, what would you have me do?”

She grumbled, folding her arms over her chest, pondering, sparks flying as she thought. “Damn, I dunno. Something embarrassing would be best. Maybe get you to do something you’d never ever do in public.”

“Something like kiss you?”

“Ha!” She turns to face him, poking him in the chest. “Yeah, that’s perfect. I’d tell ya to kiss me, and then you’d have to back down because you’re too much of an Ace to care about that sort of thing!”

“I see.”

“And not only that, who wouldn’t be terrified getting their mouth near this!?” She says this, inserting her fingers into her mouth, spreading her lips to show her sharp teeth, and wiggling her tongue childishly.

“Ask me then?”

“H-huh?”

“Ask me so you can embarrass me.”

Surge shoots him a glare and huffs. “Okay then, fine. I dare you to kiss me.” She says, smirking with a shit-eating grin.

Before she could even realize what was happening, he zips in, planting his lips on her and pulling back.

“That was so terrible,” he said, his sarcasm dripping.

She, meanwhile, was speechless.

* * *

Since that day, they have had plenty of time to practice, but always in private. Awkward pecks evolved into more slow and deliberate motions until finally, the two of them are where they are right now, one lying on top of the other, their tongues dancing slowly around each other’s mouths.

Sonic’s tongue has a way to be quick but also careful in Surge's mouth. She, meanwhile, tries it out quickly, keeping her mouth open wide so as not to shut her mouth too tightly and bite off his tongue.

Sonic keeps his tongue to her tongue and cheeks but stays clear of her teeth. But there’s plenty of room, and there was plenty of time for trial and error.

When they finally pull back, the spit bridging between them, Surge chuckles slightly. “This is the First time we've done that where I didn’t taste copper.”

Sonic smirks. “Yeah, I appreciate that,” he says. “So, how long did you say we had?”

“The concert’s an hour away,” Surge says, nodding, “and it’s three hours long.

“Five hours is plenty of time,” he says, gripping her arms and biting his lip. “To make love.”

Who would have thought that Sonic the Hedgehog, of all people, would be so romantic? Love is another adventure for the blue blur. Whatever the reason, he takes to it with aplomb, pressing his lips again to Surge’s and then scooting back, asking her. “How do you wanna do this?”

Surge squirms slightly in her seat on her bed, lacing her fingers through Sonic’s. “W-well, guess I gotta get down to your level?”

“Huh?”

She smirks, gripping the bottom of her top and lifting it up. True to her tomboyish nature, Surge’s breasts are small and faithful to her punkish nature. Each nipple is pierced and studded. Sparks fly out from the metal, stiffening her nipples right before his eyes.

He nods, thumbing his nose. “Nice trick,” he says, “look at mine.” With that, the hedgehog bites the finger on his glove and pulls it off with his teeth, exposing his naked hand. He pulls off the other glove with his freed appendage and cracks his knuckles in one fluid motion. Then, off comes the shoes, leaving him on the bed in his socks.

Surge blushes deeply at the sight of the hedgehog lounging on her bed, covering her chest with crossed arms. “D-dude, you’re-you’re—well…”

“Yeah, it’s weird,” he says, crossing a leg over the other and moving a hand up to stroke her cheek. “But not weird when I’m here with you. Do you like what you see?

“Yeah… yeah, I do,” the tenrec says, scooting closer to him. She drapes her arms over his shoulders and, with a slow movement, pulls herself close to him, letting her chest press up against his chest, diving into another kiss.

There’s a softness and a warmth to their bodies, pressed to one another, tops uncovered, hands exploring up and down and side-to-side. Through gentle smacking and Sonic's urging, the two lie side-by-side, their legs coiling up together.

Surge kicks her heels against the edge of the bed, pushing her shoes off her feet.

With both unshod, the hedgehog and the Tenrec wrap their legs together, rubbing feet and thigh through Surge’s Pants. It’s so lovely to feel the warmth and the roughness of their spikey bodies against one another.

The Tenrec is the first to move forward, kissing Sonic’s cheek and neck.

The blue hedgehog sighs. It isn’t quite like him to be so slow about things, but this isn’t about him and his desires. It’s about Surge and what she wants. Even so, the feeling of the mix of her soft and spikey body against his own and those ministrations going down to his collar, all along the bone, is enough to make him fall back and quiver and gasp.

She giggles gently. “Seems I touched a nerve,” she says, moving down his shoulder and arm.

“I… I think this is called body worship.”

“I hated every inch of you when we first met,” Surge admits. “It’s about time I pay you back that hate with love by loving every inch of you.

She moves up from his arm back to his collar, kissing down over his chest, following that nearly imperceptible line that marks the division between each pec. She pecks him down along the center and then trails off to the side, where she playfully finds his nipple, giving that a kiss as well.

Sonic gasps, pushing his chest out, shuddering, sighing.

Surge giggles, flicking her tongue against that stiffening thing, its stud helping to stimulate the sensitive flesh before she wraps her lips around it.

“A… ah, Su… Surge,” Sonic groans. As he does, the Tenrec feels the fruits of her labor growing from in between his legs. How he can hide it so easily is about as big a mystery as how people can carry rings without showing off. Either way, Sonic the Hedgehog was fully aroused and ready for Surge to do things for him.

But she keeps going slow. Surge keeps kissing down his body, sides, and tummy. It’s a slow and methodical thing. “Every last inch,” she says between the next few kisses, snuggling against his outer thigh when she says that, though as she passes down between his legs, her eyes do catch the sight of his member. Her heart throbs and a warmth grows in her belly.

“Something the matter?” Sonic says, smirking now, resting his cheek in his hand. “You look a little distracted.

Surge licks her lips, switching her gaze between Sonic and between Sonic’s members. She’s seen cocks before. Big cocks, wide cocks, cocks that stretch a woman out beyond their breaking point.

Sonic the Hedgehog’s cock was nothing like that.

It was utterly average and ordinary, and based on what she’d seen online, it looked relatively small.

But it’s the cock of her lover, and that is all that ever really matters. She hasn’t drooled over the sight of some stranger’s penis, but she’s drooling now.

‘If… If you want to take care of it,” Sonic says, scratching his nose and looking away. “Then I can take care of you, too.”

Surge blinks, staring up at him. She smirks with her shark-toothed grin, pulling herself to sit. She puts her thumbs in her pants and pulls them down. “Oh, is that so, Mister Hedgehog? Well then, I hope you’re ready because I’ve been waiting to feel what it’s like to get eaten out since you proposed this little get-together.

“You have?” Sonic says, gulping. “Then I hope I don’t disappoint.

Surge crawls around, facing the cock, her bare bottom facing Sonic’s face, her legs spreading, revealing to him her pussy. “Oh, there’s nothing in the world that will make you become a disappointment to me, Sonic the Hedgehog,” Surge coos.

And with that, she lowers her head as he brings his face closer to her.

And together, they share a night of passion unlike any other.

What wonders have Sonic and Surge been having with each other, and how many times do they explore one another during this wondrous night of love-making? Neither participant knows, but Sonic does not want to keep a lady from feeling like a queen.

At least, that’s what he thinks he’s like. He leans in on Surge, pressing kisses all over her, going through every inch of her body, kissing her cheeks, her lips, and her neck. He’s quick about it, too, showing off his speed. How else better to express his love than a deluge of delight all over her? He cannot hold back his love, for he must let her feel his affection all over her every second.

It’s like a buzzing of fairy kisses all over her, those hedgehog pecks down her collar over her breasts, up and down and all around, essentially, and to her navel, and at her sides, and along her arms.

It soon gets to places even more intimate, where he teased her earlier, knowing full well that he will have a taste of her when he gets the chance. This is the delight that he’s been seeking, the sounds that come from her, the subtle movements of her body, and the warmth that builds up within Surge’s being—all of these things are perfect for the hedgehog and the Tenrec.

Though Surge laughs. She grabs his head, not caring about any harm the spikiness could give her. In fact, she relishes the rough texture and how it gently scratches her as he moves his head to plant more kisses over her.

“H-hey,” she gasps. You can slow down, you know. I really like it, but you can take your time.”

Sonic stops, hovering at her thigh, sniffing, smiling, and nodding. “Y-yeah, you’re right. Sorry.” He says this, placing a kiss on her inner thigh, so close, and yet a million miles away from sealing the deal at a step neither of them has taken thus far.

“I think I’m ready for what’s next,” Surge says.

Sonic blinks, looking at her with astonishment, returning his cool and confident look for her. “Heh, okay. Let’s do it to it.”

“You’re so corny, ya goof!” she laughs.

“You want me to be on top when we try this?” He asks.

“Hm… how about we both go on our sides?” she asks, shifting, getting into position herself.

Sonic scoots up, flipping himself over. Neither of them is facing their faces, which makes his heart flutter. Instead, it is their bodies—their most intimate areas, that the two of them gaze upon each other’s most sensitive, most private zones, and they set to work.

Sonic leans in, pressing his face right up against Surge’s body, his nose rubbing against her sensitive areas and his tongue rolling out to lap at her lips and delve within.

Surge returns the favor, pressing a kiss to his expecting tip and slipping down along the shaft. The two together are awkward, so new at this. They have only ever seen this done in movies or heard about it from a friend of a friend. There’s no practice to it. It is purely just their desires, their love, for one another.

After all, the two had lost much of their young adult lives fighting the good fight against the forces of tyranny. Now that they are entirely into adulthood and free of oppressing troops, they must discover these elements independently.

Sonic sighed, even though he did not have much room to breathe. When his tongue delves inside Surge, he can’t help but feel a swelling of pride as her body squirms and her thighs hold him close to her. Even the subtlest movement of his tongue is enough to send her squirming about, which is incredible.

As for Surge, each lick, each bob, and each suck gives a different response to Sonic. She’s discovering the key to making him do and react in any way that she desires, and all she has to do is get in between her legs. It’s cute in a way, and deep within, she curses herself for being such a punk toward him in their earliest encounters.

Luckily for her, Bre grounded her more impulsive tendencies. But she stopped playing, pulling back and trailing spit between them.

Sonic stops himself, pulling back, his muzzle glistening slightly. “Something bugging you?” he asks, stroking her thigh tenderly, looking down at her.

Surge squeezes Sonic’s thigh. “I don’t know. I just… I just had a weird thought.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, kissing her lips again. “What is it?”

Surge shivers, but she continues. “If I didn’t have my support network like I did. If I were alone when Starline made me what I am—do you think we would be friends? I think… I think we wouldn’t be.”

Sonic was quiet for a moment, but the hedgehog, true to his spirit, gave a wink and a thumbs-up to his companion. “Don’t sweat about what could have been!” he says. “What’s important is we’re here together, and we have each other, don’t ya think?”

She smiles. “Yeah, that’s right. What am I thinking?”

Sonic rubs his nose. “Well, if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, then you’re thinking we should see eye-to-eye and get on to the main event.”

Surge grins wide, her bear-trap grin so endearing despite its apparent danger. “Yeah, you took the words right out of my mouth, true blue.”

Sonic pumps his fist and gives out a piece sign. “Aw yeah. This is happening!”

Sonic and Surg lie on the bed with Sonic atop his lover. Their noses press together, and their arms wrap around each other. They smile down into each other’s eyes, letting their bodies press together due to gravity. With a sigh, Sonic locks his lips with Surge, a deep, passionate, and surprisingly slow kiss. It is the most delightful thing they could possibly have with one another, their legs entwining, their hands rubbing along their backs, not caring for the spikes and spines that get in the way. It is a pure love that they have and a pure one that leads Sonic to rub against Surge’s sex.

Surge spreads her legs slightly, inviting Sonic inside.

He takes the opportunity, slipping in. She’s so warm inside, inviting him and softly nudging him deeper.

The inexperienced hedgehog grunts and groans, pushing himself deeper into his lover, letting out a delighted sigh as he feels her body wrap around him.

The tenrec coos, her pussy stretched and filling to the modestly sized member within her. She had imagined this for so long, and she holds tight to him as they are joined for the first time.

It is an awkward thing, one’s first time having sex. It’s full of fumbling and mistakes, but none matters when it is with someone you genuinely care about. Each slips out, each bump against the wall, and each awkward pause for another angle adds to the story of these two and their most delectable dance.

Soon enough, Sonic reaches a pace that seems just right. He slides into her, pushing as he moves his hands down her sides, grabbing onto her hips. His gasps and grunts reach Surge’s ears, making her smile as she lies there, her face rosy, her small tits bouncing. After all, his thrusts are hard enough to move her, and they hit her just right, over and over again, in her perfect spot. This makes her gasp and makes her squirm underneath him, her hands holding onto his shoulders, squeezing them, keeping herself as steady as she can.

She bites her lip, rocking against his penis, rubbing it, grinding it, sending more and more sensations shooting up his rod and through his body.

Sonic tilts his head back, closing his eyes. His breath is heavy, coming out of his chest and moving through his shoulders. It comes in loud huffs as he keeps it up. Despite being such a good runner, the adrenaline that pumps through his body here is unlike anything he’s felt before. Certainly, thrusting his hips over and over again into something is so foreign to him that he finds himself tiring out.

But he can’t let that happen.

He can’t let this end. He has to see it through.

He lowers himself onto her again, pressing his body to hers, rocking his hips, plapping against her, his cock burying all the way inside Surge’s body.

Her own rocking makes the two of them clash, their bodies kissing, making contact over and over again as the space between them slickens and drools with delight.

For anyone who would be watching, it would be quite the scene, indeed.

But they are alone. Their secret watchers disappeared so long ago, moving their surveillance to somewhere far away—to another pair that does not share their love. They would surely mourn if they knew there were other possibilities in the multiverse for their love to be hated.

But for now, none of that matters. Instead, what matters is that they are nearing their climax. With more pathetic cries rushing up from either of them, their voices getting higher and higher with each passing thrust, it is a battle to see who will last the longest or whether they will come together.

They tighten their grasp and kiss each other, their tongues dancing. But it doesn’t take long for Surge’s body to contract around Sonic’s length, stimulating him as she falls into her burst of delightful climax, screaming into his mouth.

He can’t handle it, and he, too, fills her up with the warm expulsions of goopy goodness.

The two break their kisses, staring at each other with hooded eyes, licking their lips, and waiting to hear what the other says.

“S… so, inside, hu-huh?” asks Surge.

“Aw geez,” Sonic says, rubbing his head. “Well, guess we’re rolling the dice, huh?”

She nuzzles against him. “I think I’m good playing that game with you.”

His eyes brighten, and he nods. “Well, how about we cuddle and wait to see what happens next?”

She snickers, pecking him on the cheek. “I think I can do that.

The two snuggle on that couch, not moving and enjoying each other’s company. Of course, with them both so close to one another, listening out to their sighs and the sweet nothings they give one another, neither hear the car pulling up nor notice anything strange until the key turns in the lock.

Sonic scrambles, trying to pull himself free from Surge, but her legs are still entwined with his, and the two roll off and fall to the floor.

The door opens, and Bre, Lexus, and Kit step in. “Can’t believe the performance was rained out!” grumbles Bre.

Kit’s and Bre’s eyes flash.

Lexus and Bre stop, stare at the sight before them, and then Bre, her face burning red, her hands placed squarely akimbo, shouts, “Sonic! Surge! You two are in so much trouble!”

All in all, though, it was totally worth it.

But they know full well that many wedgies and other such punishments are in their future.