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Making Rain

“Oh…my… gosh!" Sally has to keep herself from screaming as your latest thrust sends another wave of pleasure through her small, furry body. You can feel the arousal burning in her loins as she writhes and wriggles in your lap. Legs spread wide, her two perfect breasts bounce in your hands while your fingers tease and play with her pert little nipples.

Her face is the very image of ecstasy. The soft chestnut fur that covers her body glistens with the combined sweat of your lovemaking. A strong flavor of sex all but permeates the air around you, saturating you both and overwhelming your senses in a wet, sticky cobweb of musk and pheromones and arousal.

Wrapping your arms around her middle, you pull her naked form closer while you continue to pump your length in and out of her. The warmth of her alien flesh feels like heaven itself. You inhale slowly, deeply; breathing in the very essence of her being while holding her in a way that could almost be described as possessive.

Her coat is like silk.

Her scent like natural perfume.

Her moans of pleasure like music.

Even with the obvious differences of your species; you, a human from Earth and she, a highly evolved mobian ground-squirrel, she is still breathtakingly beautiful in your eyes. Exotic beyond description; strangely familiar and yet so wonderfully different all at once. With each new movement of your turgid length, with every buck of your hips, you find yourself becoming more and more intoxicated by her mere presence, with no other desire than to have every inch of her body touching yours.

Though a princess by birthright, she is like a toy in your hands, your larger, human form absolutely dominating her as you continue to drive yourself in and out of her. You take your time with every thrust and stroke, filling every last inch of her feminine depths before sliding back out to repeat the process again and again, many times over.

Sally's dark red hair whips against your shoulder when she suddenly throws her head back, bright blue eyes fluttering as she leans back to nuzzle you. A lusty purr reaches your ear before you feel her delicate tongue slide across your cheek. Her lips lavish you with her affections, wordlessly pleading for you to kiss her and silence the coming scream that would no doubt alert the rest of Knothole Village to your activities.

You happily oblige.

The warmth of your lover's breath is the first thing to greet you before she all but covers your mouth with her own. She moans into your throat, rubbing her tongue against yours while one of her slender arms wraps around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

You respond by sliding your own hand downward, moving past the curve of her belly and delving two fingers between her legs, caressing the tender flesh of her vulva as it quivers and glistens under your touch. The heat of her arousal envelopes your hand as one of you fingers brushes against the lovely little bud of her clitoris.

The princess's eyes snap open. Her whole body jerks and jackknifes as she bucks at this latest intrusion, welcoming it by spreading her legs even wider and grinding herself into your probing digits. You feel her tighten around you, squeezing and massaging the full length of your cock with each entry and every withdrawal. The combined juices of your heated coupling practically ooze from between your interlocking flesh, trickling down the already soaked fur of her inner thighs and staining the bedsheets while the floorboards creak beneath you.

Before long, you abandon your slow, gentle lovemaking for something a bit more ardent and far less restrained, throwing everything you have into each new thrust until you're practically fucking the breath from Sally's lungs. You stop only once, just long enough to angle your next thrust before swiftly ramming yourself back inside. Harder, deeper, faster; driven by the lustful fire burning deep in the flesh of your loins and goaded only further by the lewd slurping or her snatch as it takes in your invading flesh.

Locked in the seemingly unbreakable grip of your embrace, the young ground squirrel can only squeal in sexual delight as she feels the tip of your cock slamming repeatedly against her insides. Her expression is one of absolute euphoria as each thrust nearly bounces her out of your lap.

Little trails of dribble glisten between your lips as the two of you continue to moan and sigh, tasting each other while your dueling tongues turn the insides of your mouths into a saliva drenched battleground.

Finally, after what feels like your thousandth hump, you begin to feel it; the orgasmic burst of uncontainable ecstasy that's been bubbling away in your testicles since the first moment you laid your hands on Sally's luscious fur.

All at once, the Princess's whole body suddenly goes rigid, her inner walls squeezing every last inch of your thickness as it throbs inside of her.

And then it finally arrives; a great gushing of raw liquid ecstasy, blossoming deep from inside the pit of her belly. Her orgasm erupts like a boiling hot ocean of lust and passion, soaking the fur between her legs as you bury yourself balls-deep in her lovingly abused pussy one last time.

That's when you finally reach your limit.

A growl comes rumbling through your tightly clenched teeth before you answer Sally's orgasm with your own. Your vision flashes and your blood boils. A shudder and a groan and you feel the muscles in your lower abdomen cry out, clenching like a fist before your two aching testicles finally release the torrent of human seed that's been building up inside.

Your whole cock throbs. It expands and contracts with a life of its own before firing off the first massive load, flooding your lover's insides until not a single trace of pink remains. What her hungry womb doesn't take for itself comes oozing out of her in thick, goopy spurts, leaking between her quivering vulva and your pulsing erection, adding to the other stains which your fervent lovemaking has already left on the bedsheets beneath you.

Sally's sweaty little body squirms and thrashes in your arms while a look of feral-like desire blazes in her bright blue eyes. She moans into your mouth, the taste of her breath warm and wet as it passes over your tastebuds.

You breathe deeply, once again inhaling her natural fragrance as you bury your nose in her cheek. The smell of her overwhelms your senses as you pump a second ropy load into her; a third and then finally a fourth; copiously bursting out of your tip in a fearsome torrent of pure male essence.

When the last of Sally's orgasm begins to cool down, she finally releases you from her kiss, letting you enjoy the erotic rasp of her tongue as she slides it along the roof of your mouth. Your lips separate with a slippery pop of wet skin, tongues glistening in the cooling night air while little rivulets of sweat and spit dribble down your chins.

You exhale a sigh and she does the same. The two of you lean against each other as a wave of blissful exhaustion settles upon your hot, sweaty bodies. With what little strength you have, you ease yourself back, onto the mattress, laying against a disheveled pile of pillows as you gently cuddle your mobian lover.

She coos at your touch. Her small paw caresses your hand as you rub the subtle bulge your deposit of human seed has left in her belly, stopping only to give an affectionate squeeze.

The princess moans into her other paw, biting a finger as you nibble and lick your way down the length of her slender neck, peppering her with reverent kisses as you feel the pulse of her heartbeat against your lips.

You suddenly feel a little black nose pressing against your temple as Sally favors you with a very squirrel-like nuzzle, returning your tender affections with her own. She kisses the scar above your left eyebrow before planting more along your cheek, tracing little circles with her nose before pressing it against yours.

And then, feeling the fire in your loins cooling to a more manageable warmth, you slowly ease your softening manhood out of Sally's tunnel. You feel the tiny bit of resistance of her thoroughly fucked vaginal muscles squeezing around you, as if refusing to release your flesh from her womanly embrace. Sally winces, inhaling sharply, her lower lips lovingly wrapped around the thickest part of your cock as they attempt to accommodate its passing. When the last inch finally gives way to the dark, bulbous head at the end, your cock snaps free, flinging little dollops of male and female essence across the bed.

Once free of your flaccid organ, Sally falls back into your chest, spreading herself across your nakedness. She pants in exhaustion, both her body and energy utterly spent from those final moments of coitus. She stretches like a cat, licking the moister from her lips while she rubs the spot between her legs. Your own hand slips beneath her paw, replacing her fingers with your own as you attempt to gently massage away the aches and soreness that had been left by your coupling.

She smiles at your concerned look and you answer by leaning forward and kissing the back of one of her pointed ears, smiling when you feel it twitch.

You ask her if she's okay.

She nods, humming her reply while she strokes her thumb over one of your knuckles.

She then asks you the same question and you reply in a similar fashion, humming your answer.

“Well," she says. “After three whole rounds, I certainly hope so."

“I'm always up for a fourth if you are," you reply cooly, brushing a fingertip teasingly across Sally's arousal.

For a brief moment, she seems to consider your offer before gently pulling your hand up to her muzzle, kissing it before nuzzling the inside of your palm.

“Much as I may enjoy being ravished by you like this, every night," she says, licking her own juices from the tips of your fingers. “If we keep this going any longer, we'll be making rain by morning." She then quickly adds, “not to mention, I'll have to find some way of explaining to everyone why I'm so tired and sore."

“You can always chock it up to a late-night exercise routine."

“A late night exercise routine?"

You shrug. “A very intense, late night exercise routine."

“It's an interesting idea, though I'm not too sure the others would believe me if I offered up that as my only excuse."

“I know that I probably would. You're very good at making convincing arguments for bad cases."

“Oh stop it, you!" She gives you an affectionate pinch.

The two of you share a giggle, which – of course, comes out sounding more like a series of tiny snorts, which – of course, only causes you both to giggle even harder. You both share another kiss; soft and tender and warm; the kind of kiss lovers share.

Before long, your lying on your side with the Princess snuggled up against you. You gaze down at her and see the look of contentment on her face as you stroke your fingers through her hair with one hand while you rub her back with the other. A gentle smile pulls at the corners of your mouth. Your every thought quickly becomes lost in just how breathtakingly beautiful she is. From the finely toned muscles of her supple little body, to the coppery locks of her auburn hair, she is perfection itself.

You remain silent as you take in her every gorgeous feature.

The very feel of her is marvelous as you slowly run your hands up and down her back and over her shoulders, kneading and soothing her tired body with little massages that send her purring at your touch.

You lean in to kiss the back of her neck, taking a moment to admire the shape of her firm little buttocks. Her tail seems to flex in response to your touch, offering you a tiny glimpse of what lies hidden beneath.

Sally begins to laugh again, slapping a paw over her mouth to stifle the noise. Her eyes quickly meet yours, long eyelashes fluttering before another bout of laughter comes pouring out of her. A second paw is needed to hold it back and within seconds, her whole body is convulsing with the uncontrollable laughter. She lays with her back turned to you, avoiding making eye contact as if too embarrassed to have you see her in such a state.

“You okay?" you find yourself asking her for a second time that evening.

“I'm sorry, I really don't mean to laugh." She then surprises you further by swiftly turning around and taking both of your cheeks into her paws. Her muzzle presses against your lips, locking you both in yet another heated kiss. She leans into the embrace, letting you taste her breath as she hums into your mouth.

When her lips reluctantly separate from yours, she smiles up at you. “I just love how you always make a fuss over me, whenever we're together like this."

“Oh? Is that what I've been doing all this time? Just, making a fuss?"

“Well," the Princess replies before casually rolling onto her stomach, offering you another tasteful view of her back and hindquarters while she lays her head down upon her crossed arms. She peeks at you from beneath a few disheveled locks of red hair and asks, “What would you call it, then?"

With a devilish grin, you lean over and plant a single kiss between her shoulder blades. “I'd call it, taking the time to appreciate just how beautiful you are."

“Oh– oh really?" Sally fumbles to say as she stirs beneath the unexpected touch of your lips. She lifts her head from her arms, just long enough to inhale sharply with her eyes closed and lower lip pinched between her teeth. “And is that what you're doing right now?"

Her coat almost seems to bristle as you trace your lips down the curve of her back, planting one kiss after another until you eventually reach the sensual little dip which lies just above her tail. “Always."

You give the spot a lick.

Another deep breath from the Princess whose entire lower half stirs beneath you. Her tail brushes against your cheek and you can't help but smile at how the little teardrop of fur flutters in and out of your vision.

“Oh my!" you exclaim with a lascivious grin. “Why, hello there, newly discovered erogenous zone!"

You reach out with your teeth to give Sally a tiny nibble, which sends her lower anatomy reeling a second time. Only this time, the Princess lets loose an adorable little 'murring' noise.

“And I think I've just discovered my new most favorite thing in the world."

“Oh my gosh," Sally replies with an exasperated tone that may not have been just for show. She looks back at you with an expression that conveys far too many emotions for you to decipher. With a shake of her head and a roll of her eyes, she buries her face in the crook of her arms and says, “sometimes, I honestly can't decide whether you're wonderful or incorrigible."

“Maybe I'm just wonderfully incorrigible." You smile to yourself, still admiring the view of your lover's perfectly shaped rear while your fingers explore the curves of her legs.

Not one to be outmatched in a duel of affections, Sally suddenly turns around and nuzzles her way back into your arms and buries her muzzle in your neck.

“I guess that's one way of putting it," she says before taking in a mouthful of your earlobe and sucking on it noisily. Your eyes go wide the moment you feel her tongue slide across the soft nub of skin held captive in her teeth as she starts to nibble you.

The unexpected stimulation throws your senses into a whirling frenzy, allowing the princess to push you down onto your back, straddling you while she moans into your ear. You feel your eyes rolling back into their sockets while you grab a fistful of bedsheets in both your hands, nearly ripping the linen to shreds with every writhing contortion of your body. She gives you one last, lingering suckle before finally releasing you with a cartoonishly loud pop; like the sound a cork makes when pulled from a bottle.

For some time, all you can do is lay there, sprawled across the bed, chest rising and falling under the weight of your very non-human lover while you attempt to realign your scattered faculties.

“Holy…Dammit…Christmas!" you somehow manage to say between breaths.

“Well, what do you know?" She says, looking down at you with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. “It seems like we've both found our new most favorite thing in the world, this evening."

“Oh, aren't you cute?"

Sally just laughs before suddenly shifting her position so that she can lay her soft belly against yours. You can feel the gentle thump of her heartbeat as she settles against you, cushioned by the beige fur of her breasts pressed against your bare skin.

“I know that you certainly seem to think so." Her paws caress your chest and stomach, sending out little sparks rippling across your whole body as you feel tips of her little claws gently raking over your skin. She places a single kiss over your heart before finally laying her head down, smiling as you continue to run your fingers through her hair.

And for a time, the two of you remain like that, content in the simple pleasure of stroking each other affectionately, warmed only by the shared heat of your bodies. You let yourself bask in the quiet of Sally's hut, appreciating the calming atmosphere as it surrounds and encompasses you, broken only by the occasional shifting of a floorboard or the faint rattle of a window being jostled by the wind. Outside, you can just hear the sounds of creaking branches and swaying trunks; the songs of ancient trees as the wind blows through their tall, willowy forms.

There's an unexpected chill in the air.

Ripples of goosebumps break out across your skin like a rash, though Sally doesn't even show a hint of noticing. Content to just lay there happily and nuzzle her cheek against your hand, she stops only to give your fingers a tiny kiss on the inside of each knuckle.

For what feels like the first time since you stepped through Sally's door that evening, you close your eyes and allow yourself to just simply relax, enjoying the sort of peace and quiet that you and most others are rarely afforded these days. You fill your lungs with a slowly drawn in breath, then let it out just a slowly, imagining the soreness in your muscles just melting away with each exhale.

“What time is it?" you hear Sally murmur into your chest.

“Not really sure." You glance towards the window. “Sun will probably be coming up soon, though. Maybe I should start thinking about heading back to my place."

“You could do that," she replies with a little added coyness in her voice. She presses herself closer and curls her arms around yours. “Or you could just stay here and the two of us sleep until morning."

You stifle a chuckle at the obvious bit of teasing and decide to just play along. “We might be pushing our luck, but I think that I could be persuaded."

“And when it's time to get up, you can have a nice hot shower."

“Hmm… A nice, hot shower… for two, perhaps?"

“I'll be too busy making you breakfast."

“Oh? So now there's even breakfast in the offering?"

She presses herself even closer so that her breasts are pillowed warmly against your shoulder. “How does apple-walnut pancakes with honey from Rosie's latest harvest sound?" She gives her hips a little wiggle, peering into your eyes while she licks her muzzle.

You can no longer hold back your laughter.

“I think it sounds like you're messing with me."

Sally quirks an eyebrow at your response and her gaze suddenly loses a tiny bit of its earlier flare. “Really? Is that what you think I'm doing?"

“Well…aren't you?" The complete lack of irony in her expression is answer enough. “Oh wow! You're actually serious about this; sleeping 'til morning, shower, breakfast, the whole nine yards!" You let yourself fall back onto the mattress before throwing an arm across your face. “And here I thought you were supposed to be the pragmatic one in this relationship."

Sally seems less than amused by the remark. “I had no idea the offer was so unappealing." There's now an unmistakable chill in her voice. “I'll certainly know better for the next time we have one of our little get togethers."

“Hey." You take her cheeks in your hands and kiss her. “I didn't mean it like that. It was a wonderful offer and I'm sorry for teasing you over it." You emphasize the apology with another hug which Sally eventually accepts and returns.

“I know," she says.

“I just don't understand what this is all about. You know that if I stick around that late into morning, someone's bound to notice. Is that how you really want to reveal our relationship to the others? Because once that particular brand of ca-ca is out of the donkey, there's no shoving it back in."

Sally wrinkles her nose at the description. “What I want…" She holds you closer and rests her paw over your heart. “Is for us both to stop hiding our feelings in front of the others because of how it might ruffle a few feathers."

Your frown deepens.

It's been nearly three months since you and Sally first became lovers; quite an accomplishment, considering how difficult it's been keeping your relationship a secret from the other Freedom Fighters as well as the rest of Knothole Village. Potential for discovery always seems to hound your every interaction; every whisper and sidelong smile from across the room; every subtle brush of her shoulder against your leg whenever you walk past each other.

Time and time again, you've had to resist the urge to give her ear a tiny kiss or run your finger along the underside of her tail, or just simply scoop her up and carry her off to some secluded little grove for cuddles and lovemaking.

So many opportunities wasted, all for fear of how the others will react if discovered.

Would they be accepting of your relationship? Or would they just accuse you of seducing their princess away from her one true love; a certain blue hedgehog known for his speed and daring-do heroics.

Because as far as the rest of Knothole Village was concerned Sally and Sonic are the future royal couple.

And you? You're just the local human.

An outsider.

An Alien.

A foreign element that's mostly just tolerated because of your unique ability to use Robotnik's own weapons against the very machines they had been designed for. Beyond that, most of the other mobians were content to just simply regard you as the tall, furless charity case that Sally and her friends had found nearly a year ago; scavenging the streets of one of Robotropolis's abandoned sectors; nearly on the verge of starvation and half-delirious from a rising fever.

You try not to think about those times.

Some experiences are best left forgotten.

“It's not feathers I'm worried about ruffling," you reply. “It's Sonic's big, blue quills once he finds out I've been sticking more than just my hands in your royal cookie-jar."

“You let me worry about Sonic."

“Before or after he spin-dashes me into the nearest tree?"

“If Sonic makes himself an issue, I promise that it'll be my issue to deal with, not yours."

“If you say so."

“And that also goes for Tails or Bunnie or Antoine…" you can't help but shudder at the prissy little coyote's name. “…or anyone else who decides to make a stink about it. You and I have nothing to apologize for. It's our relationship, not theirs."

You stare at Sally for a moment, blinking a few times before a rather goofy smile spreads across your face. “You know, I'm actually kind of digging this whole 'mamma-grizzly' thing you've got going on, right now."

“I'm being serious!"

“Yeah, I know you are. Why else do you think I'm trying to lighten the mood, a little?" You lean in and blow a raspberry on her nose, causing her face to scrunch adorably.

“You know I hate it when you do that," she says.

You hold her close and begin stroking her fur. “I know but you love everything else I do, so it all balances out."

Sally scowls at you some more before rolling out of your embrace and burying her face in a pillow. “Then I guess there's nothing left for us to talk about."

You feel your heart sink a little. “You're disappointed."

“I think I'm more frustrated than anything else."

“With me?"

“With lots of things."

“Then tell me how I can make it better." You rest your head against hers and nuzzle her ear. “There has to be something I can do."

Her expression finally softens.

“You can start, by not worrying about what the other's might think and just stay here with me, where it's warm and safe and nothing else matters; except for what's right here, in this hut, at this very moment." She swings a leg over yours, rubbing her foot up and down the inside of your thigh while she purrs softly into your chest.

You laugh, giving your head a shake before letting it hang.

“You're really not gonna let this go, are you?"

Sally snuggles even closer. “Not on your life, buster."

“And you say I'm the incorrigible one."

The princess lifts her head from the pillow, using that marvelous flexibility of hers to slowly bend herself around so that she's looking you in the face. “Will you just shut up and kiss me, already?"

You stare at her for moment, your expression rapidly shifting from surprised, to uncertain, to amused. With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you flash her a lopsided grin.

“Have I ever told you just how much your bossiness is a turn on, for me?"

Sally starts to speak but your lips move in to capture her's before she can respond. Words become little more than gentle moans; tongues and lips dancing in a sensual medley of taste and texture. Your hand slides across her coat, seeking out every delicious curve and contour that can fit in your palm.

And when your kiss ends, a shy smile soon finds its way onto Sally's muzzle before she looks away, hiding the blush spreading beneath the fur on her cheeks.

“I see," she says, trying desperately to maintain what little composer she still has. “Does this mean I've finally persuaded you to stay a while longer?"

“Well, that all depends." The look on your face becomes quite devious as you let your eyes roam over your lover's irresistible curvature. “I seem to recall hearing something about there being breakfast in the morning?"

Sally gives a surprised yelp when you reposition yourself behind her, taking both of her legs in your hands so you can further lavish them with your affections. You love how wonderful she feels as you work your fingers through her fur, massaging each muscle in long, sensual strokes that leave her cooing at every touch.

Leaning into your next rub, you then ask, “Apple-walnut pancakes, wasn't it?"

Torn between moaning in pleasure and groaning in disbelief, Sally all but melts into your touch as you lovingly drag your thumbs along the backs of her legs, moving from her ankles all the way up to the base of her rump.

“S-seriously?" There's trepidation in her voice as well as excitement. “Is th-the promise of food really all it ta-a-a-a-akes-s-s-s!"

The last word becomes stretched beyond recognition as you take one of her paw-like feet into your hands and begin kneading it like a piece of uncooked dough.

“What can I say? I'm a very simple human with very sophisticated tastes." Planting a kiss on the bottom of her foot, you enjoy the warmth of her leathery pads before slowly kissing your way up her leg.

“And right now…" you continue to say, eliciting a tiny squeak from Sally as you press your lips against the inside of her knee. “You've gotten me in the mood for sweet… fluffy… pancakes." Each word is punctuated with another kiss until you finally reach the lovely little cleft tucked away between her legs.

A tremor passes through Sally, making her tail perform little backflips as your hands settle upon her ass. You give each cheek a firm squeeze, using the tips of your thumbs to spread her open and whisper, “with lots of honey!"

Sally cries out the moment you bury your face between her legs, her whole body contorting as your tongue slips effortlessly inside. Her labia parts for you like a fleshy, pink gateway, lust-swollen and glistening at your entry, beckoning you deeper until your mouth is covering every delicious inch of her pubic mound. You lap at the soft, inner walls of her entrance, slurping with ravenous gusto as every caress of your tongue is met with the sound of Sally's pleasured moans filling your ears.

But you still need more.

Much more.

Pressing deeper between her thighs, you bury your nose beneath the underside of her tail, breathing in the powerfully erotic fragrance radiating from hidden scent glands. Your eyes suddenly blaze with a carnal lust that burns you to the very core. Driven by little more than simple base desire, the more primitive side of your human brain can't help but marvel at just how wonderfully female your lover smells as you continue to lick and suck and nibble every last inch of her small, furry pubis.

She is like a piece of ripened fruit; juicy and succulent; filling your mouth as you feast upon her.

Her vagina squeezes down on your tongue like a coiling snake. The bittersweet taste of female arousal ripples across your tastebuds, sending your other four senses into a sexual frenzy while the princess rocks her hips in sync to your relentless oral assault. She pants between moans, sometimes glancing over her shoulder to watch you with a look in her eyes that demands more of your affections.

And like always, you're happy to oblige.

With a flick and curl of your tongue, you withdraw from your lover's quivering depths, before giving a long, hard lick along the full length of her slit, probing deeper while she squeals and squirms in your hands. Before you can locate the hidden nub of her clitoris, a sudden movement takes you by surprise when she swiftly hooks both legs around your neck and pulls you in closer. The heat of her arousal is matched only by the softness of her thighs as she squeezes them against the sides of your head.

The grip of Sally's deceptively strong legs is iron-tight; the look on her face nothing short of lascivious.

Not wanting to be outdone— though also very reluctant to leave her more irresistible curves— you move your hands away from her rear, grabbing hold of her hips and lifting her off the bed as you suddenly rise to your knees.

She gasps at the unexpected elevation, her large eyes widening well beyond normal size as she finds herself hanging upside down with her face pressed against your belly. Before she can utter one sound of protest, you silence her with a second barrage of heavy licking, assaulting her lower anatomy without mercy or restraint.

The princess moans into your abdomen, nuzzling you fiercely while she buries her nose in the small patch of hair above your crotch. Hips gyrating to the rhythm of your lashing tongue, her excitement rolls down your chin, leaving your face drenched and dripping.

A familiar burning once again sets your loins aflame as your newest erection rises from between your legs. It throbs painfully with hot-blooded excitement as the taste of Sally's pussy drives you further into a lustful frenzy. She wriggles in your grasp as you moan into her sopping folds and soon, your whole body suddenly goes rigid when you feel her muzzle brush against your swollen glans; soft and warm, the way an angel's kiss ought to feel.

Your cock twitches as another inch of arousal bulges through its already painfully stretched length. Primal desire soon overrides basic logic. Unable to think beyond your own sex-addled stupor, you thrust forward, mindlessly humping the air until your turgid length eventually finds its way into Sally's paw.

Her touch is like a gentle puff of cloud on a windless day, full of tenderness and affection yet firm enough to halt your erratic thrusting as she takes your member into her possession. She gives the hardened flesh an experimental squeeze, feeling your blood pumping beneath her fingers. You inhale sharply the moment her velvety little finger-pads start to glide over the full length your arousal, moving towards your testicles then back in the opposite direction. She repeats the motion, pumping your erection and giving it a light squeeze before pulling you towards her muzzle.

Your next moan is nothing short of rapturous the moment you feel her plant a single kiss on your crown. Warm and tender and affectionate, the kiss lingers only for a moment before she licks up the freshly brewed pre now leaking from your tip. The dexterous little organ slides across your bell-shaped head, starting along the ridge before working its way back to where her lips had first made contact. Your knob pulses as she tongues at the tiny opening, catching another dollop of sticky translucence that's already taking shape.

There comes a second kiss before you feel her wrap her lips around the entirety of your head, engulfing you in the heavenly warmth of her mouth. You feel her jaw open up a little wider, making more room as she takes in more of your shaft, stopping only when the tip of your crown reaches the back of her throat. Your whole body shudders as a moist cage of living flesh surrounds your entrapped manhood, tongue and cheeks and soft-pallet closing in on all sides and every angle as she begins to lovingly suck you off.

The two of you moan together as she lavishes every inch of your engorged meat with her affections, enjoying the textures and firmness under her tongue with every lick and suckle and bob of her head. Her paws resume their own ministrations, groping and fondling whatever her mouth is unable to cover, stroking your length with one paw while cupping you with the other.

Your testicles clench in her grasp, each swelling with your latest payload of hot male discharge that feels like it's ready to come bursting out of you at any moment.

The princess just continues to slide you in and out of her mouth, moaning between each husky breath as she savors the raw taste of your human masculinity. Her assault on your anatomy is just as savage as your own. Slow and purposeful in each movement, her lips, tongue and fingers all work in perfect concert, drowning your senses in a sexual deluge of fur and skin and the wet inner-flesh of her ravenous mouth.

You offer no resistance; not to the fierceness of Sally's advances, nor the insatiability of your own desires. Instead, you tighten your hold on her, digging your fingers into the supple mounds of her rump while your tongue delivers another hard lick to her clitoris. She reciprocates, increasing the suction on your prick, muzzle slurping obscenely as her own tongue bares down on you with all the ferocity of a predatory animal.

And then, just when it seems like she's about to bring you to a gloriously climactic boil, the princess suddenly pulls back, giving your glans one last suck before allowing you to slide out of her mouth. A familiar clenching spreads through your abdominals just as she releases your cock with a wet pop. You feel it arc through the air, flinging a gooey mix of pre-seminal fluids and saliva as it bobs up and down in the cold air.

It's only now that the strength in your knees finally decides to give out, causing you to fall back onto the bed with Sally still clinging to you. Even with the mattress cushioning your fall, you can still hear the bed springs moaning in protest under the abruptness of your descent. Her legs uncurl themselves from your neck, freeing you from their otherwise unbreakable hold. With the pressure around your cheeks now lifted, you can finally detach your tired mouth from her dripping nethers with female arousal smeared all across your face.

You can still taste her on your lips long after your head hits the pillow, still feeling unbearably hard as your eyes dart about, wandering this way and that as they follow the little bubbles that drift in and out of your vision. There's a heaviness in your limbs, and every time you take in a breath you can feel the oxygen practically buzzing behind your eyes and all the way to the back of your head.

You feel both hot and cold all at once and everything smells like sex.

Before you can fully catch your breath, you feel Sally use that acrobatic's dexterity of hers to carefully reposition herself until her rump is resting on your stomach and her muzzle is once again pressed against your lips.

Her breath tickles you as she nuzzles her nose into your cheek and your whole mouth becomes awash in the combined flavor of saliva and sweat and even that of your partner's arousal.

The kiss only lasts for a moment before she pulls away, leaving your face feeling cold and even a little bit naked from her absence. She does not answer when you breathlessly call out to her, content to let the sultry look in her eyes speak for itself while she throws her legs across your hips and straddles you.

With your hardness still firmly grasped in her paw and your testicles all but screaming for release, the princess once again guides you towards her entrance before lowering herself onto the bulbous tip. Her vulva quivers with excitement. You feel it welcome your return as the outer lips spread open to receive your penetrating member once again. Lifting your head, you watch Sally take in the fullness of your shaft until she has you completely hilted inside of her.

Even after a whole evening of amorous lovemaking—both tender and not-so-tender— her tightness is beyond measure, let alone description. You can't help but marvel at the way she hugs you from both the inside and out, squeezing you between her thighs while her inner walls wrap about your member like a warm, slippery glove.

The next throb earns you another squeeze, which in turn, earns another moan from you.

Sally just smiles.

Satisfied with the snugness of your fit, she begins riding you at a steady pace, moaning each time you meet a roll of her hips with a thrust from your own. She moves like a piston, rising from the warmth of your loins before slamming herself back down again. Her every touch is like a challenge which your body feels compelled to answer. With each rise and fall of her slender form, you feel her insides clinging to you, pulling you deeper inside and reluctant to let go.

So tight, so warm, so inviting.

The silken folds of her vagina are like an overpowering force that you have no hope of resisting.

Not that you would ever want to, of course.

Hands trembling, you reach out and take hold of her by the waist. She practically coos under your touch and you almost do the same at the exquisite warmth that greets your palms. Laying back, you brace yourself against the mattress, sinking your fingers into her coat before pulling her into your next thrust.

Sally cries out rapturously as she writhes in your hands, lost in the throes of your latest coupling. Head thrown back, her paws cup the small furry mounds of her breasts while they heave and bounce with every ragged breath. She squeezes and mauls the soft flesh under her palms while her fingers seek out the tips of her nipples; coaxing them from their protective little pouches before twisting and pinching them back to full stiffness.

She is the very portrait of ecstasy itself.

You almost feel compelled to revere this wondrous creature; to worship and give praise at the alter of her otherworldly beauty.

And yet, despite the ferocity of her affections, she still maintains an evenly paced rhythm as she rides you without hint of tiring. You slide your hand over her belly. Beneath the fluffy surface, you can feel the phallic shaped bulge pushing back against your palm.

For some strange reason, the sensation just makes you even harder. With another thrust, you continue to plumb her balmy depths, eliciting a feminine grunt every time your crown slams home against the entrance to her womb.

Reaching behind her head, you pull her down into another kiss, sighing into each other's mouths as her soft bosom presses warmly against you, allowing you to feel the gentle thump of her heart beating against yours.

And the more you listen to that lovely, sound, the more your baser desires take hold of you.

Before either of you realize what is happening, you soon have Sally on her back with her staring up at the heated look in your eyes as you loom above her.

Her whole body trembles with fearful excitement.

Yours just trembles with hunger.

You are the predator and she your prey.

And as everyone knows, prey exist to serve one singular purpose:

To be devoured.

With a solid buck of your hips, you throw yourself into your next thrust. Sally's mouth flies open, crying out at the forcefulness of your entry. Her belly quivers against yours, adding to your rising moans and slapping flesh. Rolling your shoulders until they pop, you expel a bullish snort through your nostrils before rearing back and impaling her once again; harder, deeper, faster; pumping your shaft in and out of her swollen love-tunnel, again and again, many times more until you no longer need to think about it.

And for what feels like the first time that evening, you finally begin to fuck your lover in earnest. She gasps with each hump of your pelvis, trapped beneath your larger human form as you bear down on her with the full weight of your lustful passion.

You become more beast than man.

And with each new thrust, you feel yourself picking up a more aggressive rhythm; abandoning your initial tenderness as you savagely plow Sally into the mattress. To your delight, she welcomes your sudden ferocity with open arms as well as legs, spreading herself for you and surrendering to your affections.

She's like a branch caught in a stormy wind, shaking as though the earth itself is about to open up and swallow you both. Her breathing quickly becomes shallow and rapid. With a sudden burst of movement, she hooks both arms around your neck and clings to you as if holding on for dear life.

She buries her muzzle in your shoulder, her grip threatening to crush bones as she whimpers under the first waves of an approaching orgasm.

An orgasm you decide needs to be helped along with a bite to her ear.

Sally's eyes fly open at the first nip of your teeth. Within seconds, she's practically screaming into your neck before every part of her lower anatomy starts to vibrate like a freshly plucked guitar string. And with her body pressed so closely to yours, you feel each little tremor blossom through her like bursts of molten ecstasy, spreading rapidly between the pit of her tummy and the trembling flesh of her womb.

When she finally climaxes, the force of her orgasm nearly splits the bed in half. It crashes down around you like a hot, messy tidal wave, drenching your interlocking privates in a deluge of sticky, liquid-ecstasy. Between the incoherent noise of her muffled screams, you hear her cry out your name. With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, she pulls you in closer, wrapping herself around you even more tightly while her vagina hugs every last bone-hard inch of your manhood.

You wince when you feel her tiny claws digging into your back.

Sally's inner walls continue to spasm around you, squeezing and milking those last stubborn drops of precum out of your tip. Meanwhile, her tongue finds your throat, lavishing your sweaty skin with a long, sensuous lick.

The sheer intensity of her orgasm is more than enough to send your sex-frayed mind over the edge.

And then something snaps inside of you.

Your eyes blaze with an animalistic hunger as you lay into your next thrust with everything you have, driven by both the sexual inferno rising in your gonads and your own raging hormones. Grunting and moaning, your whole body goes into overdrive as you begin to rapidly plow Sally's well-fucked love-tunnel, harder and faster than before, pummeling her cervix like a battering ram while your lower half becomes a blur of flesh-colored movement.

Your vigor is matched only by your aggression.

Your aggression is rivaled only by your libido.

Sally can only cling to your larger form as she is reduced to a whimpering stupor.

And with each savage thrust and roll and squeeze, you're left stricken by the insatiable desire— No! Not desire—The instinctual need to mate the smaller female beneath you. To breed and dominate her. To mark and rightfully claim every fertile inch of her gorgeous young body from the inside out, stopping only after there was no mistaking her for anything other than yours.

Your companion.

Your lover.

Your mate!

And then you feel it; that final, monstrous load that's been stewing for far too long. Your hands clamp down on her ass before you slam yourself between her legs just one last time, driving her deeper into the mattress until you can feel the swollen tip of your cock mashed against the entrance to her womb.

Your seed erupts inside of her like a small explosion. It hits hard and fast; one spurt leading to the next before increasing to a steady torrent. And with each throb of your engorged shaft, a shockwave of scalding white heat surges into her, leaving her tender flesh devastated under a literal flooding of cum. Her cervix dilates against your tip, squeezing open and shut like a fleshy little aperture. You feel it taking your ropy discharge into her womb while the rest comes splattering out of her in a great big, goopy mess that leaves you both drenched from the waists down.

Sally contorts beneath you, squeezing herself against you as she cries out your name.

You're too busy breathing the fire out of your lungs to notice.

It's only after your fifth ejaculation that you begin feel yourself running dry.

Slowly; very slowly, you ease yourself out of Sally, your cock glistening and bobbing back into flaccidness while the remainder of your climax continues to ooze out of her.

The world becomes a whirling haze.

Your body burns.

Every breath you take is a labor; your every movement an agony.

Depleted…spent…sapped; the aftermath of your debauchery has left your arms and legs feeling as soft as jelly and just as useless. Unable to support its own weight, your whole body collapses onto the bed, pinning Sally beneath your exhausted bulk as you sink into the mattress.

Your face settles beside hers, cheek to cheek, with your nose buried in the tousled locks of her hair. Despite your size, she gives you a comforting pat, welcoming her entrapment under the warmth of your tired body.

Sally gently strokes your back while making soft cooing noises in your ear.

You can still feel the blood thrumming behind your eyes, filling your head with the fizzling afterthoughts of sex and passion and breeding and fucking. Your eyelids droop, threatening to leave you in a state of temporary blindness.

You fight the exhaustion in what feeble way you can, not wanting to be parted from Sally's sweet fragrance.

In the end, sleep finally overtakes you.

The last thing you remember is the soft rustling of a blanket being pulled over your shoulders and the touch of Sally's lips planting a single kiss on your cheek.

---

Morning finds you waking up to the sound of cooking.

Sunlight stabs your vision the moment you open your eyes. Sore and groggy, you slide your tongue dryly along the inside of your parched mouth, grimacing at the lingering aftertaste of last night's activities.

You can hear your own eyelids opening and squeezing shut as you attempt to blink away the last stubborn bits of dream residue still clinging your vision. Your brain feels both light and heavy all at once. It sloshes about the inside of your head while your eyes wander, searching for all the familiar little landmarks needed to help reacquaint yourself with the interior of Sally's hut; the potted plants and overstuffed bookshelves, the handmade furniture and computer desk teetering with stacks of refurbished equipment salvaged from the best dumpsters in Robotropilis.

You hear a light shuffling of bare feet on creaking floorboards accompanied by the ceramic clink of a bowl being stirred and the scrape of a spatula on an iron skillet.

Something sizzles loudly.

The tantalizing aroma of meat and smoke helps to solidify your wondering awareness while your thumb scrapes away the crust from your eyes.

It's only now that you realize that you're currently the bed's sole occupant.

“Morning, sleepy head," Sally cheerfully greets you.

Turning onto your side, you find your mobian lover standing at the other end of the hut, wearing nothing but an apron while she hovers about the stove. Iron skillet held firmly in her paw, she uses a pair of tongs to flip over several strips of bacon as they slowly brown. Fat and grease bubble noisily. You watch as she artfully dodges a few stray drops that fly at her.

The smell saturates the rest of the hut.

With her back turned to you, you're once again presented with a tastefully alluring view of the her heart-shaped rump. Your eyes happily follow, watching the hypnotic way it sways to every swish of her hips while she goes about her work.

The site of her makes your mouth water almost as much as the smell of that bacon.

You stretch, groaning a little too loudly while you give yourself a much needed scratch. “Morning."

“I'm almost done with the bacon," she announces. “But I still need a little more time to make the pancakes." Using the tongs, she points towards the hut's tiny bathroom, ignoring the bacon grease dripping onto the floor. “The shower's still hot, so go ahead and wash up. Breakfast should be ready by the time you get out."

When you don't respond right away, she calls out to you. “Hey… you awake?"

“Halfway there." You give your eyes a few hard blinks in a feeble attempt to clear the fuzz from your vision. “What time is it?"

“Just about two hours past sunrise."

“No kidding?" You run a hand through your hair. “And no one has—"

“No one has come around. No visitors, no unexpected guests, no unwanted calls from the neighbors." She waves the tongs in the air. “It's actually been a pretty quiet morning."

You mutter a half-reply before getting out of bed, ignoring your own nakedness as you rise to full height. Pain suddenly erupts between your ears when your head collides into something above you. You curse through your teeth, clutching your head in both hands as you double over and curse some more.

“Rafters," Sally says casually while she lays a slice of bacon on a sheet of paper.

“Yeah, thanks, Sal." You rub your head, checking for blood; relieved to find none. Slowly, carefully, you stand up a second time, mindful of the ceiling as you cross the hut on wobbly feet. Floorboards shudder under the weight of your steps as you approach Sally from behind, your eyes flitting between watching her work and ogling the tantalizing cleft of her buttocks.

She asks if you're okay and you 'hmmm' a reply, stepping behind her. Up close, she seems like such a small and delicate creature. Even standing at full height, the top of her head just barely comes up to your navel.

When you think back to how rough and heated the previous night's lovemaking had turned, a part of you can't help but feel a slight pang of guilt twisting through your gut. You cringe at the memories of primitive lust rampaging through your head; unchecked and unrestrained, driving you beyond all rational thought while you thoroughly ravished Sally to multiple orgasms.

Lowering to one knee, you inclose her in the gentlest hug you are capable of giving, burying your face in her hair while you breathe in the heavenly fragrance of her coat; lavender and sesame oil, with just a hint of the herbs and natural juices the mobians use for their soaps and shampoos. You hold her closer, squeezing your eyes shut as you lavish her with tender affection, whispering a thousand silent vows of reverence and devotion.

“Good morning," your lover says a second time with a purr. She leans back into your embrace while your hands glide over her coat, caressing her shoulders and neck, moving past her breasts before rubbing her apron covered belly. “Fussing over me, again? Or are you just being appreciative?"

You answer by holding her closer, letting yourself become enveloped in her presence while you plant kiss behind her ear.

“What's wrong?"

“Last night," you start to say hesitantly. “You and I… we didn't… did I go overboard?"

Sally's ears perk up sharply. “Excuse me?"

“Did I overdo it? Did I take things too far?"

She peers over her shoulder and gives you an odd look, brow furrowed with concern. “Why would you ask me something like that?"

“Because last night, things got a little bit weird for— no, scratch that! Things got very weird last night. I don't know what happened but all of a sudden, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to pin you to that bed and fuck about a million little hybrid babies into you."

Sally blinks at your bluntness. “Well…that was certainly a graphic description."

“Sorry."

“Don't be. You know how much I love it when you get all romantic on me."

“I'm being serious, here."

Abandoning both skillet and tongs, the princess turns around and returns your hug. “So am I, you big goof!"

She squeezes herself against you, wrapping her arms around your neck and holding you close. The warmth of her body calms you, soothing away at least some of your worries as she gently rubs her paw up and down your back.

“I could've hurt you," you tell her.

“But you didn't."

“I could have."

“You didn't." Sally takes your hand in her paws. “And I know you never will." She kisses the inside of your palm before holding it against her cheek. Looking up at you with those two beautiful blue eyes of hers, she offers you a sweetly reassuring smile.

Something tightens in your throat.

Whatever fears or doubts you might have felt up to this point, all seem to melt away under that loving gaze of hers.

Kissing you once more, she then says, “And if anyone should be apologizing, I think it should be me." She gently runs her paw over the row of little scratches she had left on your back the previous night. “Something tells me that we're both guilty of going a little overboard last night."

“Maybe." You wince at the touch.

“To tell you the truth," Sally continues. “I'm not really sure what happened last night, either. Something we did just seemed to flip all the right switches and I suppose I just… went with it."

“Yeah, that sounds about right."

Standing on the pads of her toes, she reaches up to gently touch your cheek. “Last night was wonderful and you made me feel wonderful. So please stop apologizing for giving me a night of amazing sex. It's a bit corny, even for you."

You raise an eyebrow. “I never thought of myself as being corny."

“Oh, you have no idea." And with that, she reaches behind you and gives your bare bottom a playful smack. “Now, will you go take your shower, already? You smell like a night's worth of sex and if I burn this bacon, you're still eating it!"

You gawk at her, blinking a few times before calmly saying, 'Yes Ma'am' and rising to full height; so distracted by how much of a turn on the slap had been, your head slams into the ceiling for a second time.

“Rafters," Sally repeats.

You mutter a less than gracious response which she thankfully doesn't hear over the bacon's sizzling.

Cautiously, you make your way over to the hut's small but functional shower; a large washtub with its own valve and spigot; separated from the rest of the hut by a single curtain. Though it's a bit of a challenge, given your size and human proportions, you somehow manage to make it work, scrubbing and rinsing every inch of skin while you sit cross legged beneath a soothing torrent of warm water. The sound of the little drops hitting your shoulders reminds you of the sizzle of the bacon, or raindrops falling on a roof.

So distracted by the sounds of your own musings, you don't notice even Sally talking to you until she calls out your name, loud enough to be heard over the shower.

“I said, how do you like your eggs?" She repeats when you fail to hear her the first time.

“What? Oh… scrambled, please."

Ironically enough, both the sound of the shower and the sudden mentioning of eggs reminds you of something that Sally had said the night before.

“If we keep this up for much longer, we'll be making rain by morning."

You ponder strange expression, it's meaning as unclear to you now as it had been when first mentioned.

“Hey Sal," you call out to her through the curtain. “Do you mind if I ask you something?"

“No, you may not use my loofah.

“You have a loofah?— I mean— no, that's not what I was gonna ask you."

“Oh. Well alright, never mind then. What is it you wanted to ask?"

You pinch your tongue between your teeth before responding, not really sure what sort of answer to expect once the question has been asked. Finally, no longer wishing to ruminate on it further, you speak up once more and ask:

“What did you mean last night when you talked about us making rain?"

There's a short pause before Sally answers, “Oh… that." There's a very uncharacteristic giddiness in her voice. “It's just an old mobian expression. It means to make such passionate love that you cause it to rain."

“That's it?"

“Rain was a much bigger deal for mobians back then. Why do you ask?"

“Beyond simple curiosity? No reason in particular."

You hear her giggle at something.

“What?"

“Nothing it's just… they used to say that whenever mobian couples make rain, it's taken as a sign that there'll be a greater chance of…well, you know." She begins to trail off, averting her eyes while a sudden blush rises beneath the fur of her cheeks.

“A greater chance of what?"

“If I may interject, Sally, " the all too familiar, synthetic voice of NiCOLE chimes in. “I believe that you are attempting to articulate the long-held belief of rain being a sign of successful procreation between male and female mobians after mating."

“Morning, NiCOLE," you acknowledge the A.I.'s monotone voice with a groan. “I see that Sally's taken you out of the box."

“I thought it would be nice to let her join us for breakfast," says Sally.

“And I thought that you and I had an agreement; I keep my rifle stashed away outside so you don't have to be near a loaded weapon and you keep your creepy, talking computer out of sight when we're having sexy times."

“Are we having sex, right now?"

“Not right at this moment, no," you say, wondering if that last question might be an invitation.

“Then, there shouldn't be a problem."

“On the subject of procreation," NiCOLE interjects a second time. “It should be noted, that the potential for unplanned pregnancy should not be cause for concern. Due to the obvious genetic differences in your human and mobian biology, there is only a 2% chance that one of Sally's ovum will accept fertilization by your spermatozoa; even with the noticeable increase in your sexual activities."

“Yeah, thanks for the info-dump Nicopedia!" you say, trying to keep the soapy water out of your mouth as you talk. “Have I ever told you just how swell it is having you around to tell us these things?"

“In addition, it would also be logical to factor in the biological changes brought on by Sally's natural estrus cycle, the last of which occurred approximately–"

“Yes, thank you, NiCOLE!" Sally cuts her off. “I think you've made your point."

“Apologies, Sally. I am simply fulfilling the parameters of my programming."

“NiCOLE," you say. “Do you remember what it was like having that refrigerator magnet stuck to you?"

There is a brief pause from NiCOLE before she answers.

“According to the collected data contained within my memory banks, I experienced a temporary loss of all primary and secondary functions for a period of 3.7 seconds." A second pause. “It was a thoroughly unpleasant experience; or, as Sonic –my main hedgehog– would say; it was, 'way past uncool'."

“You want to try for two, next time?"

“It would be my preference not to."

“So, then we understand each other?"

“Affirmative. I shall refrain from making any further comments regarding either you or Sally's sexual activities, without solicitation."

“Yeah, I wouldn't hold my breath on that one, NiCOLE."

“Now, now, don't be mean!" Sally chides you. “It's just NiCOLE's way."

You say nothing, opting instead to concentrate on finishing your shower. After giving yourself one last scrub, you turn off the water and grab a towel. Once dry and dressed, you make your way back to the hut's tiny dining area, where Sally is waiting for you, apron now replaced with her trademark vest and boots.

As you approach, she crosses her arms and gives you a somewhat disapproving look.

“What?" you ask.

“Do you always have to be so antagonistic towards her?"

“Who? NiCOLE? Who's being antagonistic?"

“You don't think threatening her with a refrigerator magnet counts?"

You shrug. “Alright, maybe just a little. But come on, Sal, can you honestly blame me? "

“She's just trying to be helpful."

“Until she eventually becomes the proverbial answer to the question nobody asked," you reply. “Face it, Sally, there are times when even you think the talking tricorder knows a little too much for her own good."

Sally stares at you for a moment before grinning. “Wow. That talk about getting me pregnant has really gotten you riled up, hasn't it?"

“I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."

“I could hear the way you tensed up the moment NiCOLE first mentioned it."

A shrug of your shoulders. “And?"

“You do realize that two percent is not a hundred, right?"

“It's not exactly zero percent, either."

Sally just gives you an incredulous look before flatly saying, “Your breakfast is getting cold."

You look past her shoulder and down at the table where you see that she has laid out quite a feast for you. In addition to the teetering stack of honey-drenched pancakes, there's scrambled eggs and bacon, sliced fruit and crispy hashbrowns, with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice to wash it all down. When you see the work and effort your mobian lover has put into making this small banquet you turn your gaze back to her.

“This looks amazing Sally. And it smells even better than it looks."

“NiCOLE helped too, just so you know," she adds, dryly. “So maybe you should consider cutting her a little slack."

You study her for a moment and quickly come to the realization that she's not simply defending one of her little gadgets but standing up for a friend. The same way she has stood up for you when others had thought you less than trustworthy.

A small chuckle comes rolling out of your chest. “Alright, I think I see your point." You touch her cheek, “I'll try to be a little nicer to NiCOLE from now on."

“No more jokes?"

“No more jokes." You hold up one hand and place the other over your heart. “No more off-color remarks, no more references to homicidal A.I's from Earth fiction."

“Just like that?" Sally asks.

“Just like that," You repeat as you lean in to kiss her. “So thank you both for making this wonderful breakfast. And yes, that includes you to NiCOLE. You may sound like GLaDOS whenever you talk but deep down, I know you're good people."

“Your compliment is much appreciated," NiCOLE replies with a flicker of her screen, something you have come to more or less recognize as her version of a smile.

“Yes it was a very… sweet thing for you to say." She gives you a nudge towards the table. “Now eat up before the pancakes get all mushy."

“Yes ma'am!" You say, rubbing your hands together while you close the distance between you and your breakfast, licking your lips at the medley of sweet and savory aromas rising from the plate.

And then there's suddenly a knock at Sally's door; bright and cheerful, its rhythm set to a badly sung rendition of Allouette. The daintiness of each knock; the off-key notes; the unmistakable french-but-not-french sounding accent like nails on a chalkboard—Nope, there's no mistaking it. Only one person in this, or any other universe, could ever match such a description.

“Antoine!" You and Sally both say at once.

The knocking continues but thankfully the singing stops just long enough for the self-appointed Royal Guard to announce himself.

“Bonjour My Princess!" He practically squeals, causing both you and Sally to cringe outwardly. “Antoine DeParde here to be making his morning report!"

You and Sally look back and forth between the door and yourselves.

“Well," you finally say, shrugging. “This was bound to happen sooner or later. Might as well tear the bandage off now and just get it over with." And with that, you step away from Sally and make your way towards the door, being mindful of the rafters as you reach for the knob and—

The door suddenly swings open, interrupting your train of thought as it smacks you right in the nose.

“Bonjuré to you, My Princess!" Antoine proclaims a second time as he comes bursting through the doorway, all sunshine and rainbows, completely oblivious to your presence while he happily swaggers past. There's a noticeable bounce to his step, one matched only by the prideful grin spread across his muzzle.

He comes to a stop with a jaunty click of his well-polished boots and salutes Sally.

“Permission to be giving you ze morning report!" he practically gushes as he salutes her a second time, making sure to add an extra bit of puff to his chest.

Sally sighs before returning Antoine's salute. “Permission granted, Antoine. Just so long as it's a brief report." She glances in your direction, her look somewhere between apologetic and annoyed.

The only thing you can offer her is a light shrug in response.

“Very good, My Princess!" the royal guard beams. “I am happy to be reporting that all is well in ze village of Knothole! No problems, no issues, no worryings!"

“In other words," Sally cuts in. “There's nothing to report."

“Yes! Oui! As Captain of your Royal Guard, I am pleased to be reporting that there is nothing to be reporting!"

Before Sally can protest, Antoine drops to one knee, taking hold of her paw which he proceeds to pepper with little kisses. “Except for ze terrible pain in my heart for not having seen ze beauty of my princess until now!"

The kisses continue and you suddenly picture Antoine, strapped to a large red rocket aimed straight for the moon.

The thought brings out a chuckle, which does not go unnoticed by either Sally or Antoine, who stops between kisses to peer at you over his shoulder. Soon, his once cheerful expression is replaced by something far more sour. Eyes narrowing, whiskers twitching, the young coyote regards you the same way a dog might after catching another digging for bones in his backyard.

“Oh," he all but snorts. “It is only just you. I am not knowing what you are to be doing here, Monsieur Human but I am afraid that her Royal Highness is far too busy to be dealing with ze trivialities and ze nonsense."

“She certainly seems to have enough for you," you reply.

“Excusez moi? What is it that you are saying?" Peeling himself away from Sally's hand, he steps towards you with a look that you might have found intimidating if it wasn't coming from someone half your size. “Because I should be warning you, that insulating a royal guard is to be insulating ze princess herself!"

“Antoine," Sally cuts in. “There's no need to be rude. He's here because I invi–"

She was at once silenced by Antoine's finger wagging just an inch in front of her nose.

“Non, non, non, My Princess! There is no needing for you to be wasted of time in dealing with ze peasants and ze ruffians." Spinning on his heel, he faces Sally once more, fist pressed over his heart. “As your royal guard, I am to being most pleased in ze handling of such duties!"

And before Sally can even respond, a sudden sniff of Antoine's nose pulls his attention away from her and towards the table. His eyes light up the moment he notices the food that Sally has made for you, untouched and uneaten, waiting for you to take that first tantalizing bite.

The coyote beams at the site of it all. “Oh, my Princess! You did not need to be going to such trouble for moi!"

“Beg pardon?" Sally asks, before following Antoine's gaze towards the table and the breakfast she had spent the better part of the morning preparing. Eyes widening, she attempts to correct the self-appointed guard's mistake, only to watch as he swiftly plops his furry rump in what was supposed to be your seat.

“To think that a humble guard, like moi, should be finding such a feast magnifique waiting for him! My Princess truly is being as generous as she is being beautiful!" Leaning forward, he practically buries his muzzle in the pancakes while he inhales the sweet and savory aroma wafting off of them. “Such divine fragrance! Antoine Deparde is truly being ze luckiest coyote in all of Mobius!"

Okay, fuck the rocket; you're turning this pompous little twerp into a bathrobe with a matching set of slippers!

You move towards the unwelcome interruption to what had otherwise been a very good morning, knuckles popping, eyes blazing like a pair of freshly lit torches. You hardly take two steps before the door bursts open a second time, claiming your knee as it's latest casualty as a flash of blue fur and quills zips past.

The whole hut shakes under the rumbling boom of sound that quickly follows.

You grumble something under your breath, nursing your injured knee while you watch the newest intrusion blast through Sally's hut like a miniature cyclone. It circles the table several (dozen?) times; faster than your eyes can follow, skidding to a sudden stop behind Antoine, just as he's about to take his first bite of bacon.

“Morning, Ant!" Sonic shouts into Antoine's ear, causing him to leap out of the chair.

The coyote manages to pull off a rather impressive mid-air somersault before gravity sends him plummeting face-first into the floor. The sound of the impact is enough to make both you and Sally wince.

It takes a moment for him to get to his feet and a few moments longer to regain his senses. Shaking the birds and stars from his vision, he looks about the hut, eyes glaring in all directions before finally coming to rest on the tall, blue hedgehog standing beside Sally.

“Ah man, hope I didn't startle you too bad there, Ant!" Sonic says with a snarky little grin spread across his muzzle.

“Sonic Ze Hedgehog!" Antoine sputters while frantically trying to fix his hair. His expression is nothing short of murderous. “Are you not having ze common courtesy? What is ze meaning of this intrusion?"

“Awww come on, Ant ol' buddy! Can't a Hedgehog say a friendly good morning to one of his comrades?"

“Good morning? You are calling knocking me out of my chair as I am about to dine on ze breakfast magnifique which My Princess is being so kind to prepare for moi?"

“Well, in all fairness, Ant…" Sonic takes a moment to kick some dirt off of his shoes, which he casually kicks under the table. “You did that last part on your own."

About half a dozen expressions flash across Antoine's face.

“Sonic you… you!"

“Careful there Ant!" Sonic says between chuckles. “Keep making those faces and you might actually look normal for a change!"

“Stand down, Antoine," Sally interjects, stepping between them. “And that goes for you too Sonic!"

“Hey, what did I do?"

Sally sends a frown his way. “You can start by explaining what's got you tearing through my hut like it's about to go out of style." She's using her no-nonsense tone; the one she usually reserves for moments like these.

And like always, Sonic just shrugs it off. “Hey, what can I say, Sal? Grass grows, birds fly and The Hedgehog juices!"

“So, I've been told," she takes a step towards him. “What's the story, Sonic?"

“Okay, check it out Sal! You know that convoy My Uncle Chuck's been keeping an eye on? The mondo big one ol' Buttnick's been putting together for the past month?"

“The five hover-carriers he's planning to send out to the Northern Frontier, next week. Yes, what about them?"

“Just got word that things may be happening a lot sooner than we thought."

“Meaning what?"

“Meaning, that convoy will be heading out of the city, later tonight."

“Sacre bleu, this is most terrible!" Antoine exclaims. His sincerity is dubious at best, considering the way his eyes constantly flit between Sonic and sneaking not so discreet glances at Sally's legs.

“Did Charles say when exactly the convoy is scheduled to leave Robotropolis?"

Sonic shakes he head. “Sorry, Sal, message didn't say anything about that, just that the hover-carriers would be leaving from the Sector 07 warehouses; just on the other side of the Chemical Plant Zone." He delves a gloved paw into one of his socks, producing a folded up piece of paper. “It's all pretty much written here."

You watch Sally take it, unfolding the paper and scanning her eyes along the coded message.

She begins to read it out loud.

Urgent Message from UC To FF

New information regarding supply convoy bound for Northern Frontier

Schedule for departure changed

Convoy leaving tonight from Sector 7 warehouses

Cargo Manifest unchanged from previous message

Changes to security detail unknown

Will keep you informed on further changes

Her frown only deepens further. “This is not not good," she says. “If that convoy reaches Robotnik's installations, the freedom fighters in that area won't stand a chance!"

“Hey, come on, Sal!" Sonic says, stepping closer to Sally so he can put a reassuring arm over her shoulder. “It ain't like we haven't had worse situations thrown at us, before! Just let The Main Hedgehog wrangle up the rest of the team and we'll— oh!" A surprised look greets you when he finally takes notice of your presence. “Hey there, Skyscraper! Didn't see you standing there!"

You try not to roll your eyes at Sonic's use of your least favorite nickname; the one you've asked him over a hundred times not to call you.

“Yeah, I seem to be getting that a lot, this morning." You share a glance with Sally who discreetly mouths the words 'I'm sorry.'

“Guess you must've heard the bad news, then."

“More or less." You begin listing off on your fingers; “convoy leaving early; headed for Northern Frontier; really bad it it reaches destination." You hold out your hand and wiggle your fingers. “Sounds like the Fat-Man's looking to give the sludge-pot another stir."

Sonic flashes you his trademark smirk, cocking an eyebrow. “You up for some last minute target practice?"

You return his smirk with your own. “I am, if you're up for a late night jog, through one of the most highly patrolled sectors in Robotropolis."

Sonic winks, pointing at you with the snap of a white-gloved finger. “Hey now! The day this hedgehog takes a pass on showing the universe how way-past cool he is, is the day he hangs up his shoes and takes up gardening and collecting stamps." He pauses a moment, pondering something before turning his attention back to Antoine. “Now that I think about it, that would probably end up making me an even bigger lame-o than you, Ant!"

You both share a chuckle. Though you and Sonic may not always see eye-to-eye on most things, you're glad for the odd moments like these, where the two of you seem to be on the same page.

Antoine, on the other hand, is less than amused. “Pardone'? Escuse moi? What is it that you are just now saying?" The chair creeks under him as he turns towards his blue-quilled rival, ready to lunge from the look of his posture. “Because I am just about having it up to here with y—"

“Alright, that's enough out of both of you!" Sally interjects, once again placing herself between the two bickering males. “If that convoy is due to leave Robotropolis this far ahead of schedule, then we can't afford to waste any time."

She faces Sonic who, despite his otherwise casual nature, when it comes to authority, snaps to attention the moment her blue eyes meet his green. “Sonic, I want you to spread word to the others. Let them all know we're going to have to take out that convoy a lot sooner than we had planned."

Sonic beams cheekily. “Done and done, Sal!"

And then he's gone, becoming a room-sized whirlwind before zipping straight out the door. Too fast for your naked eyes to follow. A blue streak speeding by, so fast that the rest of the hut is left shaking under the shockwave of his departure.

It takes a moment for the rest of you to recover.

For Antoine, it takes a little bit longer as he awkwardly pulls himself back into his seat, having been knocked out of it a second time.

“Hmph! Good riddance to ze bad rubbish," he scoffs with a snobbish wrinkle of his muzzle. Retrieving the fork, he resumes what had been so rudely interrupted by Sonic's unwelcome appearance.

He gives the utensil a little twirl.

“And here I was to be thinking that we would never to be ridding ourselves of that…" The fork stops twirling, falling from the coyote's grasp before hitting the floor with a clatter. His words become a sputter of heavily accented gibberish, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he looks down at the table.

You soon find yourself doing the same.

Not a single day goes by that you don't hear someone make the claim of Sonic being the fastest thing alive. Whatever doubts you may have had regarding those claims can now be safely put to rest as you look miserably down upon what was supposed to have been your breakfast.

An empty plate is all that remains. The pancakes, the bacon, the scrambled eggs and fruit; every last bite hastily consumed, leaving naught but a few sticky crumbs and scraps behind.

Surprisingly enough, both you and Sally's expressions match Antoine's; a fluctuating combination of surprise, disbelief and annoyance. Though, in all fairness, yours might just have been just a teensy bit more murderous than Antoine's, who now looks like he's about to turn feral.

“One of these days, Sonic Hedgehog," he growls under his breath, though loud enough for the rest of you to hear. “One of these days, you will not be ze one who is having ze last laugh. By all ze honor of ze Royal Guard I shall—"

“Just leave it alone Antoine," Sally cuts him off, her eyes not once leaving the table.

“But my Princess!"

She reels on him. “I said leave it alone!"

Her sudden change of tone sends the royal guard scrambling to his feet, nearly poking himself in the eye when he attempts to salute her.

“Yes, oui! A thousand apologists to you, My Princess! How is it you wish for me to be servicing you?"

“I don't know Antoine," Sally answers with a tired shake of her head. “I'm sure that you're more than capable of finding some way of making yourself useful."

“Yes, My Princess! As ze head of Ze Royal Guard, I shall make it my…" The look on Sally's face is all it takes to silence him. He Swallows nervously, straightening his uniform before finally excusing himself, nearly tripping over his own boots as he heads for the door.

He stops only once, just as he passes you on the way out. His eyes narrow the moment they make contact with yours. “Excuse moi and pardon, Monsieur Human," he says. “But I do believe that Ze Princess also means for you to be doing more than just– ahh– how is it you say? Oh yes!– Instead of doing ze Lollipopping!"

You share a glance with Sally, resisting the urge to laugh before looking down at Antoine.

The pompous little mobian just scowls back at you. For a brief moment, you're reminded of a grumpy looking teddy bear that you used to have as a child; before it was unceremoniously chewed to pieces by the family dog.

You never really did like that bear.

“I'll catch up to you in a minute, Antoine," you finally reply.

Antoine seems to be less than satisfied with your response.

You lift one leg and give it a few hard pats before adding, “leg cramp."

Before he can reply, Sally chooses this moment to chime in.

“Go on ahead, Antoine. There's a few things I need to discuss with our sharpshooter before he heads out."

The royal guard seems even less satisfied by Sally's response than he was with yours. Fortunately, he offers no objection, only a simple bow before finally making his long overdue departure.

It takes quite a bit of effort and self control to not slam the door behind him.

“Yeah, try not to get hit by any falling anvils," you mutter before turning your focus back on Sally.

The princess just stands at the table, shoulders slumped as she looks down at the empty plate set out before her. She shakes her head slowly. Her posture and expression remind you of the way she always looks when a mission doesn't go as planned or when news reaches her about one of her freedom fighters being captured and roboticized.

Only this time, there was far more wrath in her eyes.

For a moment, you swear that you can even hear the sound of her knuckles cracking as she squeezes one of her paws into a fist.

Exhaling a sigh, you slowly approach the table, taking a spot next to Sally. You lean forward and look down at the table. Your mouth twists into an odd shape as you take in the sticky, crumbly mess that Sonic had left behind.

You place a hand on Sally's shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze. “I'm pretty sure this is why Garfield hates Mondays."

Sally chuffs at your remark.

“Always with the references," she says quietly. You watch as she reaches for the plate, running a finger along its flat surface before casually flicking aside a piece of gristle. “I suppose I should have seen this coming."

There's now sadness in her voice.

“Please don't beat yourself up over this," you reply. “It's not your fault those two have a bad habit of showing up at the worst possible moment."

Sally just shakes her head again. “Even still, I feel like I should have said something."

You offer a sympathetic shrug. “I didn't exactly jump in to rectify the situation either."

“Even still!" she says a second time. With a very un-princess like growl, she collects the plate and utensils, gathering everything together in a single pile before casually tossing it into the nearby kitchen sink.

You're pretty sure you heard something break.

“How many times have I talked about us being open about our relationship?" she asks. “How many times have I said–"

“Sal… just stop." You place a hand on her head and begin stroking her, easing your fingers behind her ear and scratching gently; something you know she always enjoys. “The universe just threw us a pair of curve balls. Let's just be glad that we somehow managed to bunt our way out it."

“Do you think this was a sign that it isn't the right time to tell the others about us?"

“I think," you begin to answer, gathering her in your arms and pulling her close. “That this is the universe's way telling us both that what we have together may not be conventional…or perfect…or even practical; it's ours to make whatever we want of it." You hold her a little closer. “Do you hear what I'm saying?"

She nods. “I guess I can't really argue with that."

“And just consider this," you follow up, pointing towards the unhappy looking pile of forks, knives and dishes that Sally had left in the sink. “That, right there… that was the result of two numbskulls not having a clue. Imagine what it'll be like when they're actually trying to ruin everything we do together."

You can literally feel Sally bristle at the last comment. Surprisingly enough, she chooses to simply smooth out a wrinkle in your shirt while you continue to comb your fingers through her hair, switching between caressing her like a lover and stroking her like a pet.

“When do you think I can see you again?" She eventually asks.

You laugh softly at the question before answering, “I imagine that pretty much depends on how well this next mission goes."

Sally sighs into your chest. “Then… I guess there's really nothing left for us to do except wish each other luck and hope that we both make it back in one piece."

“I think that I can get behind that."

You reluctantly detach yourself from Sally. The absence of her body's warmth is like a cold wind in your stomach, though you try not to let it show. “I should probably be heading over to the meeting area. I'm pretty sure that if I keep Antoine waiting any longer, he'll be having a litter of kittens by the time I get there."

Despite her otherwise unhappy mood, Sally can't help but snicker.

“There, that's more like it!" You say, offering her your most sincerest smile, giving her shoulders an affectionate squeeze before you move towards the door.

Just then, Sally calls out to you.

“Wait!"

You stop and turn around just in time to see her approach you.

“What is it?" you ask.

She stops just short of where you're standing, so close that you feel the tips of her boots brush against yours. With a purposeful tilt of her slender neck, she looks up, leveling her gaze with your own, regarding you silently; lips pursed into a contemplative line.

“Kiss me, goodbye."

You nearly laugh at the simple bluntness of her request before a soft smile spreads between your cheeks. Even after all those nights that you've spent together, your mobian lover still manages to find new and unexpected ways to make you blush like some bashful little boy getting his first peck on the cheek.

Lowering to one knee you lean in to gently place a single kiss on her muzzle. When your lips eventually part, the two of you share one last hug, holding each other until she gives you one last squeeze before letting you rise.

Thankfully, your head manages to avoid hitting any rafters.

The doorknob clicks when you turn it, opening the door and pulling it closed behind you as you step outside. A crisp morning breeze is the first thing to greet you. Leaning back, you breathe it all in, inhaling the earthy fragrance of damp tree bark and moss and leaves and dirt; the smell of the forest waking up; of your home far, far away from home.

There was a time, not all that long ago, when you used to be indifferent to such things, associating them with all the little reminders that you are not where you're supposed to be.

And now?

Now you don't really mind it, at least not nearly as much as you used to.

It goes without saying that you're less than conventional relationship with a certain mobian ground squirrel, may or may not have had some hand in your current changes of attitude.

Then again…

Checking to see that no one is watching, you discreetly make your way over to Sally's herb garden, where you had stashed away your modified laser-rifle the previous evening; a requirement for whenever you come around for your late-night visits.

You crouch between a row of shrubs, rooting around blindly through plant and dirt until your fingers brush against something solid. Smiling, you lift the hidden object out into the open, removing several greasy layers of cheesecloth to reveal the dark, metallic surface concealed beneath.

The rifle feels cold and bulky as you balance it in your hands, nearly four feet in length with a solid heft to match; too heavy for the average mobian, perfect for you. Though not exactly much to look at, you're always glad to have it with you for when situations call for a little extra fire power.

You trace your eyes along the outer casing, inspecting the rifle from top to bottom before flipping it over to inspect the other side. When you're satisfied that everything checks out, you sling the weapon over your left shoulder before starting down the winding dirt path leading towards the heart of Knothole Village, where the other freedom fighters will no doubt be waiting.

You only get so far before you feel something small and wet spatter against your nose. Halting your movements, a tilt of your head brings your gaze to the forest canopy, where a light drizzle of rain has already begun trickling down through the leaves and branches.

Strangely enough, you make no attempt to cover yourself.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

The water actually feels nice, almost warm to the touch as it falls upon your face, wetting the skin on your cheeks and parted lips and splashing your eyelids as you blink away a few stray drops. More soon follow, falling in waves of random patterns and rhythms, leaving speckles of dampness in your clothing until not a single dry spot remains.

And just like that, a thought suddenly crosses your mind. You dismiss it at first, shoving the very notion aside with words like crazy and ridiculous, telling yourself to you're just being silly.

Just a silly human with a silly thought.

Silly and maybe even a tiny bit… something else.

A newly formed grin threatens to split your face in two before you start to laugh; just a light chuckle at first, growing into something far more boisterous until you're laughing so hard that your chest begins to hurt. When you look back at Sally's hut, you see that she's been watching you from behind a window. Still grinning, you hold out your hand and glance upwards, indicating the current state of the weather.

Sally quirks an eyebrow, peering at you curiously. She follows your gaze as she leans closer to the window, looking for whatever it is that's claimed your attention. She soon finds herself following the zig-zagging paths of the raindrops as they trickle down the glass.

Her own realization suddenly flashes across her features.

You watch as she lowers her gaze; slowly, purposefully; her beautiful blue eyes once again meeting yours while she continues to quietly regard you from her side of the window.

A tiny smile tugs at her muzzle.

Even from this distance, you can easily spot the first hint of a blush spreading across Sally's cheeks and her smile soon becomes a near perfect reflection of your own. She then blows you a kiss which you happily catch before continuing on your way.

Dirt crunches wetly beneath your boots as you make your way down the path, whistling a cheerful tune to yourself while the rain continues to fall upon your shoulders.

The End