Sonic and Surge 3
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Sonic and Surge have some lovey-dovey sexytime.
This is a _Sonic the Hedgehog _fanfiction. All characters are copyright their respective owners and are written as above the age of 18.
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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.