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“I still can’t believe it,” Sonic laughed, standing behind Amy as they reached her front door. “I mean, who knew you had it in you.” The evening stretched across the small porch. Dusk shaded the worn wood beneath their feet. A light breeze moved the hanging plants and wind chimes, adding atmosphere to the home that was quintessential Amy.

Amy rolled her eyes. Her purse shifted down her arm as she searched for her keys. “You’re not the only one who can come up with good ideas.”

“Yeah, but like, that was like next level evil.” Sonic leaned up against the house. One foot braced casually against the wall, his arms bent behind his head in a relaxed pose. “Kinda makes me wonder what else my innocent little Amy has been keeping from me.” The tone in his voice mocked the kind charm she was known for.

Apparently the girl who loves love wasn’t as kind as she seems. Not after that display of mischief anyway.

Amy exhaled through her nose, a small smirk following. She pushed aside a compact and crumpled receipt before her fingers found metal. “I haven’t been keeping anything from you,” she challenged. Her tone turned sharper. “But maybe if you weren’t too busy showing off, you’d notice my wild side.”

As the two have grown, Amy’s feelings for Sonic faded into something softer. They wanted different things, had different goals in life. And it was hard at first, plenty of awkward moments came from letting go of something so core to her character, but they got through it. 

They were still best friends. He was still her hero. Just not in the same way.

The one-sided crush had long since turned into an inside joke. Something they could banter about with no awkward feelings. Although, funny enough, the flirtatious undertone never disappeared.

“Hey!” Sonic jabbed, “I notice plenty! Just the topic of ‘me’ is way more interesting.”

Behind them, the rest of her friends gathered on the small porch. The subtle movement settled around the platonically flirtatious energy between the two hedgehogs. A small throat-clearing from Tails cut through the consensual tension.

“Don’t you feel a little bad, Amy? You crossed a line with Shadow. It’s one thing for Sonic to put anchovies in his coffee, but messing with his motorcycle feels wrong.”

Amy pulled out her keys from her bag. The ungodly amount of chains and charms jingled together as she slid the key into the lock. “I didn’t mess with it—Knuckles and Sonic did.” She unlocked the door, “and unless you three sell me out,” she added, glancing over her shoulder, “I’ll be just fine.”

“Like he’d ever listen,” Sonic snickered. He turned towards Tails and Knuckles standing behind Amy. In a blue blur of motion, Sonic dashed in between them. He slung his arms over both of their shoulders. “The guy’s probably just brooding in his room right now. And if he asks, this is payback for the whole blocking-my-number thing. Totally uncalled for by the way.” 

“I thought he did that because you kept ignoring the concept of ‘emergency only’,” Knuckles said flatly. 

Between prank calls and random questions in the middle of the night, Shadow had been pushed to his limit. If you asked Amy, she understood. The sheer amount of dumb memes and rambles Sonic dumped into the group chat twenty-four hours a day was enough to make anyone silence their notifications—herself included.

Sonic shrugged. “Dude just doesn’t appreciate comedy gold.”

Amy snickered at her friends. “Well, goodnight, and maybe sleep with one eye open tonight.” With their final goodbyes said, Amy stepped into her apartment and shut the door. Their muffled voices could still be heard on the other side, but at least she was alone.

With the door locked, bag dropped to the floor, and jacket hung up, she could finally relax. She let her shoulders loosen as she lingered by the door. The thought of a long, relaxing bath with a scented bath bomb sounded delightful right about now.

But one sudden, yet completely anticipated, shove against the door shattered that thought into a thousand pieces.

Amy let out a sharp gasp as her body was driven into the wood. Her arms pinned on either side of her, the impact stealing the air from her lungs. The weight behind her held her steady. Her tail squished up against the mysterious figure, while baritone growling echoed in her ear. Any sense of control was as gone as the idea of a relaxing night.

A low voice brushed against her neck. “Shh... you don’t want them to hear you, Rose.”

Shadow.

He was waiting for her.

Because they had planned this. The ambush, the events beforehand. Their own beautiful game disguised as strategy with beautiful performances by all parties—willing and unwilling.

To everyone else, it seemed like a prank. But to Shadow and Amy, humiliation was the point, not the problem.

Months ago, when this whole... thing started, it would’ve sounded ridiculous. Impossible even.

Shadow and Amy. Amy and Shadow. 

They were secretive. Sex on the down-low. Fragility wasn’t a factor, rather what they discovered about the other should never see the light of day. It existed in a limbo that didn’t conform to explanations, societal pressures, or judgmental interpretation, only working when it belonged to them, and them alone. 

What they discovered wouldn’t be obvious at first glance. Both of them held a wild side that was way too freaky on paper (and in practice). Amy, with her bright confidence and unbridled optimism, connected with the controlled and distant Shadow on a perverted level that would’ve had even Rouge clutching her pearls.

And this was the result.

To be fair, it was a genuine friendship at first. Something simple. They both held a sense of respect for the other that was uniquely theirs. Shadow always harbored small feelings for Amy, though he’d done his best to ignore them. He was never shy about admitting he avoided the “sunshine-type” for personal reasons. And Amy, with her blinding love for Sonic, never considered Shadow as anything other than a treasured acquaintance.

Until their friendship blossomed.

At first it was a concert. Five years ago. Two Hot Honey tickets on her birthday set the snowball in motion. Shadow was reluctant to go, finding their music to be too noisy and crowds annoying. The lack of general efficiency towards gatherings like that was brought up multiple times.

He went anyway.

And more concerts followed.

Then shopping trips.

Then picnics.

Then café outings, training sessions, movie nights, all with quiet moments hidden in between that didn’t feel like obligations so much as anticipations.

Somewhere along the way, the boundary between friendship and something else blurred without them ever expecting it. Certain feelings come fast and hard, ones that don’t disappear once they’ve taken root and been quietly watered over time.

They don’t get snipped, they just get hidden.

Vanilla outings soon gained more flavor as alcohol and cocktails were introduced. Rouge threw parties, Sonic liked karaoke bars, and it wasn’t unusual for Amy and Shadow to be invited. But one drunk conversation about Amy’s high libido and Shadow’s sexual frustration in a private karaoke room sent their brains (and loins) to DEFCON 1. The nuclear level of physical attraction they’d both sworn was stable, exploded all at once, cooling together in a make-out session to second base.

The next morning had them both avoiding eye contact and swearing off alcohol around the other for good. 

Until Amy decided to go for broke and text him that night. 

She needed an answer to the burning question: would they have gone further if that stupid quokka hadn’t kicked them out? And by the way Shadow showed up in mere minutes, pistol cocked and ready, told both of them everything they needed to know. Passion was shared, kinks were uncovered. Humiliation and degradation being among them.

So when she gasped as his wrists tightened around hers to the point of near pain, it only excited her more. Her pulse was unsteady. Her heart pounded against her chest. Low pitched gasps and moans shared the space as he rubbed himself against her rear.

Shadow didn’t move quickly. He never did. Instead he left teasingly light kisses along her neck and shoulders, basking in the glory of being able to reduce her to basic primal instincts. Every pause felt intentional, like he was building up to something more dramatic.

A hand around the front of her neck confirmed that theory.

“You’re a naughty girl, Rose,” he growled. His claws pricked through his gloves and into the soft flesh. “That little stunt you pulled? That wasn’t the agreement.”

And he was right. What was supposed to happen was a small prank—some light embarrassment, nothing more. Amy would give Sonic the idea the situationship had previously conspired, and they’d let Sonic’s imagination take care of the rest. 

What ended up happening was so much worse. 

Amy double crossed Shadow and offered a completely different idea. One the ebony hedgehog hadn’t agreed to. The result was a nightmare, a perfect concoction of humiliation and unbridled anger from the victim.

Just what she hoped for.

She was a brat after all.

“Am I...” Amy sputtered. Her breath came out in struggling gasps as Shadow squeezed harder. “In trouble?”

Her adrenaline ignited her veins as the question hung between them. Please say yes, her mind begged. Oh Gaia, please say yes! The dampness between her thighs began to drip, her tail doing its best to wag between them. Everything about this man got her hot. His deep voice, his intensity, the way he’d tear her in half then cuddle with her after. 

She loved this hedgehog with her whole heart. Completely, stubbornly, quietly.

And one day, she’d tell him. But being choked against her front door while her friends lingered three feet on the other side was not the romantic confession Amy wanted.

With a quick spin, she was turned. Back pressed against the door and cornered like some frightened animal. The shift in atmosphere was immediate, her freedom reduced to nothing. Amy’s breath caught for a second, watching as his mouth lingered close. But when she tried to close the gap, his hand cut her off.

“You’re not in trouble.” Shadow’s gaze locked onto hers. “You’re in danger.”

Shadow shoved her head back against the door with a harsh thud. His fangs removed the glove from his free hand, before shoving aside her panties. Bare fingers parted her labia. Nimble movements ran up and down her soaked crevasse. One finger teasingly circled her entrance before dipping inside her, only to pull right back out and repeat.

It never went in fully, bringing Amy to the point of insanity. Her own hands grasped his wrist, pushing up in a desperate effort to encourage him. But the hand over her mouth tightened. The low growls in her ear darkened. The message was clear: Shadow did not approve.

Warning received, she moved her hands to bury in his chest fur. Those soft, ivory curls were tugged lightly as he continued to play with her. And the sharp nips to her ear rewarded her for good behavior, reminding her of not only her place, but exactly where the line was.

“I hope you remember the safeword,” he growled above her. “Because I’m not reminding you.” And with that, two fingers slipped inside her.

It wasn’t gentle. Not even close. Rather it was reckless, aggressive—his anger driving it past the point of what she expected. By his pumps alone she could tell he’d been looking forward to this just as much as she was. 

Rough strokes inside her forced small claws into his chest. The bland curls were promptly abandoned in favor of flavored pain. Her toes curled in her boots as she lowered herself down onto this hand, not even attempting to hide her desperation. Her clit pulsed mere centimeters above, swollen and begging to be played with, but he ignored it on purpose. The first of many punishments tonight.

“I didn’t expect your friends to still be here...” Shadow glared at her through half-lowered lids. Another stroke against her rigid walls had her moaning into her gag. He bent down, gliding his fangs along the curve of her neck and shoulders. The agreement to never mark her anywhere that could be seen was mocked in one simple gesture.

“You better not let them hear you,” he growled against her neck. “Your moans are for me only.” 

He adjusted his grip. The graze of his palm pleased her swollen bud, despite it being nowhere near what her body craved. White dots gathered at the corners of her vision as she held back her sounds. The voices of her friends were still an ever-present threat right behind her.

For Gaia's sake, why are they still here? Amy cursed to herself. Nerves tightened in her chest.

Shadow had deviated from the plan just like she had. The agreement was an ambush in her room, not against the front door. Amy was loud, they both knew it well, and prying ears had no business being in her bedroom. 

But here? Against the door while her friends chatted about whatever on the front porch? That was a happy accident Shadow planned to use to his full advantage.

Amy's thighs quivered as the curls of his fingers quickened. Their gazes locked right as impossibly small clues to an upcoming end appeared across her body—a flash of euphoria in her eyes, the quickened pace of her breathing, the small bucks of her hips.

Shadow noticed immediately.

“Hold it.” Yet, the bastard entered a third finger. His palm rubbed against her clit. The hand against her mouth pressed harder.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Despite all warnings, Amy felt the familiar sensation cresting into what she believed was the inevitable. She closed her eyes, trying to hold onto her composure as everything narrowed into a single point of no return. But naïvete would be her downfall.

Shadow tore his fingers from her. Their moment vanished just as quickly as it was formed. The absence of him left a disoriented Amy blinking, caught between expectation and annoyance. It was as if she’d been pulled out of a current she had already decided to follow rather than fight.

Before she could fully reset, his hand snaked from her mouth to her nape. The space between them closed as Shadow tilted her head up and smashed his lips into hers. She eagerly kissed back, and whatever reprimands she’d been forming dissolved the moment his lips broke from hers.

“You weren’t about to disobey me, were you?”

Amy whimpered as he pulled at the base of her hair. “I—” she started, but was cut off by another sharp tug. 

Outside, her friends’ voices finally faded down the porch, blissfully unaware of what they came so close to discovering.

“Naughty girl.” Shadow whispered, his voice low and possessive. “It’s almost like you want to be punished.” 

Amy’s stomach backflipped, but she ignored it in favor of holding on tight as he lifted her into his arms. The motion was steady and effortless, as if this gesture didn’t throw him off balance the same way it did her. 

Instinctively, she tightened her grip around him as he walked them to her bedroom. Pink legs anchored herself around his waist as she let herself be carried and kissed without protest.

A swift kick to the door pushed it open. Shadow stepped inside with Amy locked in his arms. A second swift kick closed it behind them, the automatic lock clicking behind them. Another barrier that sealed the outside world off from them.

He laid back on the bed without breaking stride. Amy fell on top of him, straddling his lap and letting her hands caress down his torso. The mattress dipped slightly under their combined weight. Purple sheets bunched beneath them, fabric creasing as Shadow tightened his grip. His body shook slightly from the echo of her touch, almost breaking his control.

“Strip.”

Amy exhaled slowly as she nodded in obedience. The command was simple. Abrupt. But it sent a livewire of tingles down her spine. Single word orders like that did more to her than she was willing to admit.

She started with her dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it behind her without much thought. Her gloves followed the same fate. The motion then carried her off his lap as she stepped back just enough to steady herself. Her boots slid off and were placed aside near the edge of the bed. Deciding to have a little fun while she could, she stepped into him and settled between his legs. 

Immediately, Shadow placed his hands on her thighs.

Without breaking eye contact, Amy unclipped her bra at an agonizingly slow pace. It ended up somewhere behind her. She played with the band of her lacy panties before snapping them back. The tease of his prize balanced on the edge of a knife. 

Shadow watched at first, slipping off his air shoes and remaining glove, but the tension in his posture boiled over. Impatient as ever, he hooked his fingers in the sides. His claws tore through them, unwilling to let the start of a strip tease keep Amy in control.

“Don’t tease me,” he warned. “You should know better by now.” The momentary fun slipped as her focus snapped back to him.

With no hesitation, Shadow shifted his weight and turned the action in his favor. Amy flipped onto her back in one smooth motion that left her breathless. The mattress dipped again as he settled between her legs. He lifted her hips up, grinding his hardened pouch against the soft flesh of her slit.

“Your cunt smells delicious, Rose.” 

An inferno of flush erupted across her face. Bright and impossible to hide. Chaos, he was so bold. Only made worse by how easily the bastard noticed her reactions.

“Did my pathetic plaything work herself up?” 

“Yes,” Amy whispered.

“You want me to eat you out, don’t you?”

She whimpered softly, “Yes...” Her heart raced at the sight of Shadow between her legs—how he settled like he belonged there. A few of his claws pricked into her, holding her in place when she instinctively tried to chase more of his touch.

A quiet, frustrated sound slipped from her throat. “Yes!” she answered again, breath catching around the word.

“Say please,” he growled. The way he touched her, caressed her, felt otherworldly. Slow, deliberate grinds that proved he knew exactly what he was doing and expected her to take it. To beg for it.

“Please...” she breathed, shoving aside her desire to press back. Only obedience would be rewarded.

“You can do better than that,” he chuckled.

“Please!” Amy whined, much louder this time. The word pulled from her like he dragged it from her very depths himself.

A beat of silence followed. Slowly, Shadow lowered her hips back onto the plush duvet.

Amy’s breath hitched as he leaned over her, crimson-striped hands braced on either side of her. The space narrowed until there was barely any air left between them. His lips hovered just over hers, close enough that she could feel the heat of his coffee-and-cigarette breath against her skin. The charged stillness alone made her pulse spike.

Leaning up to her ear, his voice dropped into a baritone growl.

“Good girl.”

The connection of their lips was near immediate, and far more intense than their kiss by the front door. Where that one had been hungry and angry, this one was firm and commanding. One told her who was in charge—this one showed her.

A sharp nip at her bottom lip made her inhale against him. The brief moment was all he needed. He took it immediately, slipping his tongue past her parted lips and deepening the connection. The shift drew a startled sound from her throat as she began to taste iron in his kisses. 

When he pulled back, it was only for a moment. Amy immediately chased after him, her breath riddled with need and frustration.

But he ignored her, moving lower. His mouth trailed along the line of her jaw and down the curve of her neck. Each press of his lips felt like gasoline on an open flame; fuel for her impatience. The feeling of his breath warmed her skin as he lingered there. Unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to drive her to insanity.

“Shadow...” Amy whined. She was dangerously close to throwing their agreement out the window. Their first night together had Amy thanking the gods for his large fangs, falling in love with how he liked to bite her. A way for him to mark her and a secret for them to keep under her clothes. At first, it hadn’t seemed complicated, but now? She wanted something deeper—something that showed. What good was saying she was his if she had nothing to show for it?

But for now, her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs would have to do. All eagerly marked as he made his way down.

His thumbs spread her labia apart. Blown out pupils admired her glistening cunt before his eyes flicked back to her. “Just look at you. Trembling. Panting. It's gorgeous.” That sinful tongue of his gave her clit a light flick. “Don't hold back. I want to hear all your cute little noises.”

Finally, he dove forward and gave her his full attention. Amy’s breath hitched immediately. Her body tensed for only a moment before his tongue hit a spot that arched her back above the mattress.

There was nothing hesitant in the way he moved. He worked her cunt like it belonged to him, every movement possessive and telling. His tongue danced between her folds, drawing every type of reaction out of her as it spelt out his name across her most sensitive area. The slick muscle curled around her pulsing nub before allowing his lips to suck. When he pulled back, it was only to let his tongue press flat, giving her a surface to grind on. 

Every so often, small noises escaped him, suggesting he was enjoying himself just as much as Amy was.

“Sh-Shadow...” she moaned as his teeth took her clit between them. A single roll was all it took for her to sing his name.

As a reward, he guided her legs further apart, stretching her to her limits. Amy drew in a sharp breath, too caught up in the pleasure to care about the sting in her abductors.

“I can’t—oh fuck!” her voice cried out as she felt the tension peak. She was so close she could barely think straight. Every single nerve in her begged for release as a desperate part of her clung to the hope that he wouldn't stop. Trembling fingers tangled themselves in black and red quills. Not forceful so much as pleading. Maybe the soft tugs of his quills would be enough to convince him. It did draw small purrs out of him whenever they cuddled. But Shadow wasn’t known for being nice. The challenge of breaking through that hard, controlled exterior was part of what drew her to him. It was pure coincidence that it made their dynamic burn hotter in the sheets.

So it was no surprise when Shadow pulled away. Again.

Amy whined as she felt another orgasm slip away. It left her suspended in the aftermath, breath uneven, body tense, and frustration curling sharply in her chest as the dominance he held over her tightened. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes. 

Shadow was already moving up her body. A dark smirk was etched across his face like a statue carved from stone.

“If you want to cum, you need to work for it,” he said.

Before Amy could respond, he kissed her again. It wasn’t patient this time, evidenced by how his tongue shoved past her lips. The moans that came from his throat were melodic, while the lingering taste of herself was addicting. It ignited the kiss in a way that had Amy begging to mold her lips against his for eternity and never come up for air.

Shadow pulled back, lingering only for a moment before fully breaking contact.

Then, he shifted his weight and moved upward, settling himself on her chest. His body was positioned in a way that forced her to look up at him. The change was deliberate and familiar, dominating in a way that made her heart skip a beat.

The soft glow of the fairy lights around her bed caught his form. They dimmed the room into something surreal, sculpting the hardened ridges of his body and muscles in a way that had Amy salivating.

In front of her face, his pouch was swollen. Precum glistened from the tip of the erection poking just above the opening. Amy could tell he was painfully hard. If she wasn’t so frustrated by the orgasm edging, she would’ve found it impressive he managed to hold back his own desires for so long.

In one smooth motion, he brought himself forward. 

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen his cock before. But every time he knelt on top of her in such a way, the angle made him appear bigger than he was. And he was already big. Much larger and girthier than she ever expected him to be. She could still remember how her poor cervix hated her after their first night together.

Now, even after the numerous times she'd turned him to putty with her tongue, she could still feel her mouth go dry.

“Suck,” he growled.

The order hit Amy like a shock, scattering her buzzing thoughts in an instant. Without hesitation, she lifted her head and took him in her mouth. 

Shadow, now seated on his knees, buckled slightly as he pushed his aching member further in her mouth. His hand moved to tangle in her quills, gripping with controlled pressure as she masterfully worked a mouthful of his dick.

Amy looked up at him. His face was obscured by the brilliant blaze of white on his chest, but from what she could see, it was enough to tell her Shadow wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted to appear. His composure was faltering in small ways—his head tilting back, his breathing quickening, rapture breaking through the dominance he’d established early on. She focused on those reactions. Her mouth worked in a way to bring more of them out of him. It sent a quiet thrill through her—knowing that for someone called the ‘Ultimate Lifeform’, he wasn’t untouched by her.

Her tongue pressed onto the underside while she relaxed her throat to take him to the base. Emerald eyes met him as he threw his head forward. For a brief moment, something shifted in his expression as he caught sight of Amy bobbing her head with hollowed out cheeks. A low, full-bodied sound escaped him as she continued to make him fall apart at the seams.

Suddenly, the hand stroking her tangled itself in the back of head. The grip on her quills tightened, shoving her head down with little regard for her gag reflex. A surprised yelp left her as her nose was pressed into the fur right above his dick. 

That little sense of control Amy thought she had was gone once again, overtaken by the person who almost let it slip.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” Shadow growled. His grip held her in place. “That’s it. Stay still.” 

His hips started to move, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. Slowly, at first, in an attempt to help loosen her up for the forced deep-throat. Small tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she attempted to keep up with his increasing pace. It was hard to keep her throat open when she hadn’t had much time to relax it to begin with. But she didn’t pull away. If anything, she gripped his thighs tighter as he took complete advantage of her mouth.

“Is this what you like? Being face-fucked by your best friend’s rival?” he asked. His voice dropped to a deeper register than she usually heard.

Shadow shifted slightly above her. One hand braced against the top of the headboard as he gripped it. Sharp claws carved deep grooves into the wood like fetishized bed-post notches. The sound of the bedframe creaking from his thrusts echoed between them, restrained power barely being held in check.

“I wonder how he’d feel about learning his innocent little Amy is nothing but a common whore.” Shadow repeated Sonic’s early description of Amy. He smirked down at her, lifting the corner of his mouth in a way that allowed his sharp canines to glint in the soft light.

She had nearly forgotten he’d been there, behind the door, listening to everything the four had to say. Now her friend's words were being thrown back at her in a way to demean her.

Even if it was nothing more than a fantasy-ridden threat, her friends could never know. This perverted side of her was secret. For her and her ebony hedgehog only. The thought alone sent heat crawling up to the tips of her ears, her head shaking in disagreement. The concentration needed to keep her throat opened faltered just slightly, gagging as it momentarily closed. Dying from shame never seemed like such a real possibility until right now.

“I hate how you flirt with him, even when you know I’m there. You know how that makes me feel,” Shadow confessed. A deep snarl followed, barely restrained. Flashes of jealousy bled through his words as Amy watched him admit more about himself than most people knew he was capable of.

Feelings were not something he let surface often. Amy might’ve been the only exception, pillow talks bringing forth some progress, but that alone didn’t make the air between them feel any less tight.

Shadow’s face, usually so stoic, flashed with something too complex to name. “Your punishment is my cock bruising your throat so badly you won’t be able to speak.”

And Amy’s eyes widened from the promise she knew he’d keep.

The snarls that escaped him grew animalistic. His thrusts lost precision, becoming more urgent and instinct-driven. With one more burst of energy, his hips sped up to a point that had Amy struggling to breathe.

A brief flicker of hesitation flashed in her mind. There was a non-verbal safeword available for times like these. A lack of steady oxygen would be a good reason to use it, too. But as she looked up at Shadow, and how the mask he put on for others slowly fell off, revealing what he normally kept buried. That alone made her tighten her throat and her tongue massage the swollen veins of his cock.

“Fuck, Rose!” he screamed. His hips flew forward as he spilt into her mouth. The headboard in his grip fractured with a sharp crack!, splintering under the brutal force of his orgasm. Amy closed her eyes as she felt the stream of hot seed begin to shoot down her throat before he pulled her off.

Above her, Shadow’s breathing was uneven. His hand rushed to continue to stroke himself, painting her face and tongue with every last drop. It was hot at first, then strangely cooling against the inferno of heat that rushed to her cheeks. 

He slumped forward, his half hard cock now resting on Amy’s face as her tongue cleaned his tip. She felt like a doormat underneath him. Pinned below as if reduced to nothing more than something to wipe himself on. The thought flickered, followed quickly by how much she enjoyed it.

But it was shattered by her hedgehog chuckling above her. The sound was warm, a stark contrast to all the hardened commands and rough insults he’d given her tonight.

Shadow slipped down until he settled over her legs, pinning them beneath him. Intention closed off any space she might have used to move.

“You’ve been such a good girl.” His voice was softer now. Steadier. No longer did it carry the raw emotion it held only moments before. “And what do good girls get?”

The compliment hit her hard. It was awfully sweet how thoroughly Shadow remembered she needed occasional praise to stay anchored.

“Good girls get fucked,” Amy repeated as if trained.

Shadow took her chin in between his thumb and index finger. With a soft touch, his thumb brushed slowly over her swollen bottom lip. He hummed in approval at his work, bringing her lips to his in a tenderly sweet kiss. 

The shift was too clean. Too sudden. Was this him breaking character? Shadow didn’t soften like this in the middle of a scene, not without reason.

That only left the calm before the storm.

“Summon your hammer, gorgeous." A small command wrapped in a compliment. Simple on the surface, but carried an edge that made it feel intentional. Too lost in the sea of sin, Amy obliged. With a flick of her wrist, her hammer coalesced from a shapeless blob of crystals beside them.

Shadow’s gaze shifted to it immediately. Without explaining, he reached out and took it from her grip. He spun it around in his hands, making sure the head faced behind them before hitting the trigger. With a click, the handle extended to twice its length.

He studied the weapon briefly. Inspecting as if it needed to meet a certain standard. Satisfied, he laid it down beside them. The mattress dipped slightly under its weight, the added presence shifting the feel of the atmosphere around them.

Amy could only follow his actions, still trapped beneath him. She stared at him and then her hammer for a beat longer than normal, like she could understand everything through a glare alone.

Unbothered by her confusion, Shadow leaned over toward her nightstand. His body stretched over her, pulling open the drawer and grabbing the red rope they often used. That only deepened her uncertainty. More questions than answers left her to piece together his plan while he acted like everything made perfect sense.

He stood tall on his knees and flipped her over. Skillful hands guided her arms across her back, gently bending them and tying the rope around her wrists. A skill he’d perfected throughout their bedroom adventures. The restraint wasn’t unfamiliar. A double column was used on both of them fairly often. What made Amy panic was her mind jumping to conclusions she couldn’t yet prove.

Shadow might not have been the best team player in the world, but he always made sure to communicate during sex. Even when she was the one dominating him, he made sure to keep a clear line of understanding between them.

Completely going dark on her was as suspicious as it was arousing.

Shadow turned her back over after finishing his display of knot tying. He shifted his position, settling between her legs. Then, reaching into his quills, he pulled out his phone. 

Amy’s eyes locked onto it instantly, watching as he held it up in front of her. She forced a dry swallow, unease creeping in as they entered uncharted territory. The way he had it positioned over her left little uncertainty in her mind about how much would be seen: everything.

“Smile.” His thumb glided across the screen.

With a small tap, his finger hit record.

And Amy couldn’t believe it. He was actually recording her. Recording them. 

The realization suffocated her. Punched her right in the face with the sheer nerve of his behavior. If that footage ever got out, it would be out there forever. She’d be exposed and if Shadow did anything to compromise his anonymity behind the camera, so would he. His position at G.U.N, the privacy he guarded so carefully, her own modesty—everything balanced on a sense of trust between them.

She closed her legs on instinct. Her chest tightened while a bile of panic rose in her throat. But beneath it—something else.

Being metamorphosed into porn star wasn’t something she expected to happen tonight. The sheer humiliation of being seen like this, immortalized on video for him to revisit whenever he wanted, made heat scorch her body in a way it never had before. What should’ve been a situation where she yelled the safeword and broke his phone after, turned out to be the awakening of something risqué within her.

There were plenty of mobians with dark fur, but the red markings that tattooed their way across his body were uniquely his. Defining as they were attractive. So when Shadow ran his hand between her thighs, guiding them further apart to settle his cock between them, the anonymity he held shattered. But Amy was more surprised by just how little she cared about his hands cementing him as the cameraman. 

“Spread your legs. Show the camera how wet you are.”

He didn’t need to ask twice. Amy spread her legs farther apart, eye contact maintained the entire time. His fingers traced the fresh bite mark on her breast before he squeezed. Her nipple rolled in between his fingers. It brought forth a small whine. While her breasts were small, they were incredibly sensitive. Something Shadow showed her he loved quite often.

“That’s my girl, Rose.” Rose. Another unmistakable marker of Shadow. Like he was doing everything in his power to prove it was him about to rock her world. And something about it made Amy’s heart swell inside her chest. 

That was his hand, his voice, his nickname. Just like she was his.

Shadow must’ve noticed her slight shivering, because his eyes darkened as they scanned her body. “Look at you, Rose. So desperate to be my secret toy.” He stroked his cock in between her folds, earning a low moan from both of them. “Go on, say it. Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your dirty little secret...” Amy whispered. Voice truthful but unsteady.

“Whose?” Shadow asked, baiting her to break the last anonymous barrier.

“Yours!” Amy cried. “Always yours, Shadow.”

A single claw traced the peach heart on her chest. The identifying shape followed the rise and fall of her pants. The touch made her shiver, more than she already was. As if the highlighting gesture was to poetically say your heart is mine. It drew attention to herself in a way that made her acutely aware of how exposed she was before him.

“Only whores get this wet for the camera. Is that what you are?” Shadow asked, his voice low. Beneath it, edged something sharper. Making her repeat his degradation back to him on camera was another level of dominance that had Amy salivating between her legs.

Before she could answer, however, the focus shifted again. The camera tilted downward, no longer capturing her entire body, rather her lower half. His fingers spread her vulva apart, showing just how aroused she was. Lines of slick stretched between her folds, as her clit, swollen with exhilaration, throbbed above.

“Answer me, my Rose,” Shadow ordered again. Voice softer this time, slightly distracted by the view before him.

“Yes...” Amy whispered. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat increase across her body. The acknowledgement of being called ‘his Rose’ on camera had her unraveling silken desires. 

“Do you get this wet for other males? Do you get off on sleeping around?”

“No!” Amy felt her nerves come alive. Her eyes snapped open. “Only you, Shadow! Only you get me this wet.”

“Such a needy little thing,” Shadow murmured. His voice dripped with quiet satisfaction. Her words fueled his ego as well as the admiration in his words.

His fingers let her go to allow his middle finger to dip into her opening. Amy’s body reacted before she could stop it. Pink hips bucked up with enthusiasm. Granting her what she so desperately craved, Shadow slipped a second digit in. Crimson fingers now pumped in and out of her at an agonizingly slow pace, inflating his control and her submission.

Amy had just about had enough of his games. 

“Dammit, Shadow! Just fuck me already!” She snapped. The sheer frustration in her voice broke through the calm.

The sudden outburst caught him off guard. The hand inside her flinched. For a second, his teasing ceased as he processed the sudden shift in her tone. Then, just as quickly, he recovered.

Slowly, he withdrew his hand and straightened. The camera focused back on her entire body, but his gaze settled on her face. His grip settled on her waist, the large hand engulfing nearly half of it. Something that never failed to bring a light blush to her muzzle.

“You said good girls get fucked,” Amy pushed back, voice cracking. It definitely outlined her pining. “And I've been a good girl, haven’t I?”

Shadow chuckled, clearly pleased by her outburst. 

“You have, Rose,” he agreed, his tone calm. He shifted his grip, transferring the camera to his other hand without breaking its focus on her.

“And good girls do get fucked...”

He picked up the hammer. 

Moving to the side to allow room for the large weapon, he set the upcoming scene. The muscles in his arm tensed as he tested its weight one-handed. Amy tried (and failed) to ignore how easily he carried it. This was no time to think about how attractive that was when her body was racked with fear at what she realized was his next move.

Her breathing labored. “H-hold on—” she tried to protest, but it just came out as a whisper.

He lowered the handle into view between them. The beloved Piko Piko lined up with her soaked entrance, with everything caught on camera.

Shadow’s gaze darkened. “But not by me.”

“Shadow, wait—!” She tried to plead, but was silenced by Shadow shoving just enough of the handle in her to make her howl in pleasure. The instantaneous pleasure she experienced left her overwhelmed. Every molecule in her body sparked to life, leaving her unable to form a coherent protest as he began to stimulate millions of nerves. 

The camera stayed on her. An impressive display of attention to detail and dedication to the craft. Shadow watched as she came undone before him—her expression, her reaction, the way she struggled to protest what was happening in real life. There was no softness in the way he pumped the handle up into her, lubricated by her undeniable arousal at the humiliation.

“You better behave, Rose. You wouldn’t want this to get out. To let the whole world know how wet your tight, little cunt gets from fucking your hammer?” A quiet chuckle followed, one much darker than anything Amy has ever heard come from him. Not playful. Not teasing. But unsettling in a way that made her stomach and inner walls tighten. 

Where was this side of him coming from? This was wrong. This was beyond wrong. And yet everything was happening so fast it left her mind to spiral into a state of pure incoherence.

She was being filmed, her secret relationship with Shadow supported with evidence, and now she was being fucked by him with her hammer. It pushed boundaries she hadn’t even known were there until he crossed them. 

Her hammer, beloved Piko Piko, has been her constant companion since childhood. The one thing she associated with her identity, strength, what made her Amy Rose. Having it used like this in a twisted ambrosial act ignited something unfamiliar in her chest. Confusion swirled with emotion as the realization of just how turned on she was came to light.

Shadow was so damn evil for this. 

Yet, this couldn’t go on, no matter how much it excited her. Her thoughts disappeared with each thrust, she got wetter with each groan Shadow let escape him. Every treasured childhood memory the hammer held corrupted with each moan it dragged out of her.

“S-stop...” Amy whimpered.

“Stop?” Shadow repeated. His thrusts sped up instead of slowing, making sure to strike that spot that made her see stars. Amy arched her back as she let out a string of flirty moans. “You don’t get to say ‘stop’.”

Amy tried pleading again. “But I can’t—”

“Can’t what? Take it?” Shadow growled in disapproval. “I know my Rose can take it.”

Amy could no longer think clearly. Her mind was the equivalent of an empty, wet hole that only craved bliss. The unconventional sex toy got her wetter than any other phallic object he’d ever put in her. She wanted more, needed more. A desire to be actively penetrated by whatever Shadow wanted to use on her became her one and only hyperfixation.

Giving into the taboo fully, Amy threw her head back and wailed. “Yes, I’m your Rose, Shadow! Keep going!” The grip dragged up and down her walls. The tip of the handle kissed her cervix. So many lines weren't just being crossed, they were being obliterated.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t. Fucking. Stop!” She was going to cum from fucking her hammer like the whore Shadow insisted she was.

A familiar bubbling in her lower regions began to build back up. The same one that had been slipping through her fingers like water. It made it harder to form any type of sentence that made sense. Pleas to finish came out in incoherent, broken sounds. They felt foreign on her lips, as if she wasn't the one babbling such obscene noises.

Bulldozing through walls to chase her upcoming high, her hips bucked into his thrusts. Her bright emerald eyes met the camera. The flush on her face highlighted the dried seed that Shadow so lovingly painted her with. Never before had she been so desperate to finish.

“Do not cum! You know what will happen if you disobey me,” a sharp order from above formed a small crack in her black hole of pleasure.

Amy might have registered his threat too, if he didn’t quicken his thrusts.

Stars clouded her vision as she threw her head back and sang his name. Her back formed a perfect arch as her toes curled up into her paw pads. Peach wrists twisted against the braided rope as she convulsed beneath him. He’d denied her an orgasm twice, edging her to the point where she couldn’t help but drown among the euphoria when it engulfed her.

Shadow watched her, capturing the entirety of her most personal moment on camera. Then, without ceremony, he removed the hammer and tossed it to the side. It hit the ground with a heavy thump, though neither could care less about a possible dent in the floor.

Amy gasped for air the best she could as she watched Shadow glance at the screen. With a quick tap, he ended the recording.

A sharp string across her cheek forced her attention back to him.

“I ordered you not to cum!” Shadow bellowed. The gray-area of whether or not his actions were calculated aside, Amy looked up into her lover's eyes. Those beautiful rubies sparkled in the low-light of her room, but roared with a passion that ashamedly made her abused cunt tremble in anticipation.

“I’m sorry, I—”

“You're sorry?” Shadow growled, his voice sharp. “Maybe if you weren't so useless, you'd spend less time begging for forgiveness.” 

Amy felt a chill run through her. Even for performative anger, it felt too real. Too heavy. Like she really had disobeyed him and she was about to learn her lesson.

Shadow was a better actor than he gave himself credit for.

“Such a pathetic excuse for a hero. A whore who disobeys me doesn’t deserve privacy." The shift in his tone was terrifying. No longer heated with anger, but cool with control. 

He reached for his phone on the sheets beside them. After unlocking it, his fingers tapped the screen a few times before he held it to the side.

“Ayo, Shads!”

That voice made Amy’s blood run cold.

Oh no. No. No no no no no! This wasn’t happening. He did not call Sonic. He couldn’t.

“Hello, faker.” Shadow answered, a smirk coloring his words. “I have someone here who’d like to tell you something.” 

He tossed the phone down next to her. Before Amy could react, Shadow repositioned her so she was on her knees. Her cheek pressed into the covers as she caught sight of the phone in her peripheral. Part of her rejoiced at the angle—of not having a clear view. There was no way she could survive reading his name on the call screen.

“Say hello, Rose,” he spoke simply.

The order made her nauseous.

At first Amy said nothing, too stunned to speak. Sonic was (uncharacteristically) silent as well, which she could only assume was due to the same shock that plagued her. If it wasn’t for the sudden moan gracing her lips when Shadow rutted his cock in the folds of her cunt, she might’ve stayed silent.

“Speak.” Shadow commanded. A swift smack to her rear made her squeak. The soft flesh rippled underneath his palm. “Do not disobey me again.”

Amy flinched as his palm made contact with her rear. Her nerves were already stretched thin from the situation she was trapped in. 

Another smack settled the safeword on her tongue. A safety net she could fall into and not have to admit everything to the hedgehog on the other end of the line. But the easy out dissolved as she felt Shadow notch himself at her entrance and enter her in one quick thrust.

“Shadow!” Amy cried, torn between relief of finally having his cock in her, and humiliation of taking it during a phone call.

He began thrusting. No hesitation on his part. Her walls eagerly gripped onto him while dark moans of her name harmonized with her sounds. Wet sounds of flesh against flesh echoed in the background, destroying any remaining uncertainty of raw sex to the non-consenting third party on the phone. 

This couldn’t be real. None of this could be real. 

“Don’t get all shy now, Rose,” Shadow groaned. “You were so eager on camera.” 

Shadow drew her hips back to meet his on every thrust. His knee spread her legs farther apart, arching her back even more to hit that perfect angle. 

“This is your punishment.” Sharp claws dug into her hips as he slammed into her from behind. Amy hoped they’d leave scars.

“S-Sonic...?” Amy finally managed. It was soft, but enough to be heard. 

“I can’t...” a moan interrupted her. She struggled to find the words as everything tangled together in her head and heart. Could she even do this? Breathing uneven and thoughts scattered. Every attempt to speak fell apart before she could even decide if she wanted to. Too much pressure, too much arousal—it was just all too much to navigate.

As if sensing her astray, Shadow spoke up. “Go ahead, Rose. Tell him how much you love being my little slut. Nothing but a fleshlight for me to use.”

“But—”

“I don’t want to hear any more fucking excuses! Start talking!” He roared. She shivered beneath him, his voice rattling the very depths of her in the best of ways.

“I love...” Amy started, trying to focus on anything but how Shadow was thrusting into her like a wild animal. Maybe then her moans wouldn’t be too noticeable.

But then Shadow leaned over her. His chest molded against her back, closing the distance between them. No space was left unoccupied. His fangs pulled at her ear while one arm snaked in between her thighs. It took no effort for him to find her still painfully swollen nub, and the way he pleasured her with small circles had her completely unbothered by the minefield she was struggling to maneuver through.

It was like he pulled a trigger, because next thing Amy knew, she was screaming.

“Sonic! Chaos, Sonic! I love it! I love being his little slut!” The words poured out of her like a dam had broken. The sensation of admitting everything she’d held inside for months was coming to light. And she was relieved.

Humiliated, degraded, but fucking relieved.

“The prank was a setup,” she admitted next. The words came out faster. “It was so he’d punish me when I got home. While you were on the porch he ambushed me against the door. You were right there! I almost came and you were right there!” 

Her voice cracked slightly as she confessed her sins. She couldn’t stop. There was no filter left to catch her most guarded feelings.

Without giving him a chance to respond, Amy continued. “We’ve done things while out with our friends, at his work, at your place, and you’re always too stupid to notice! Why do you never notice?! I want you to notice because I want everyone to know I’m his!”

Amy clenched up as Shadow rolled her clit between his fingers. “Oh, Shadow... faster,” she pleaded. With each massage of the swollen nub, Amy’s thoughts disappeared one by one. Any train of thought derailed as she lost herself in the ruthless swirls of his fingers.

“She’s gorgeous like this, faker. If only you could see her,” Shadow said into the call, sucking on the skin of her back. Purple splotches formed under her pink fur. “Too bad she’s all mine.”

Amy’s face burned at the possessive compliment. “H-harder! Please!”

“You hear that, Sonic? This is the real Amy Rose, a pathetic whore who gets off on fucking your rival.” Shadow bragged, straightening up. “Do you want to hear her cum?”

Amy whined at the loss of contact, but nodded her head in approval.

“Use your words.”

“Please! I want him to hear me cum!” she blurted out. “I love when you fill me, Shadow. I want him to hear how good you make me feel when you tear me apart, how it keeps me coming back for more!” Amy was no longer thinking about what she was saying. Naughty, filthy, obscene acceptance came forward in sloppy formation. Nothing but pure, blissful honesty spilled out as she blinked away small tears formed by happiness and arousal.

As a reward for her candidness, Shadow grabbed her tail. Using it as a handle, he pulled her back with much more brutality, forcing his cock deeper. He tightened his hold on her waist with his other hand, leaving no room for escape of repositioning. Gentleness didn’t exist in moments like these.

Amy howled, unashamed of her noises. “I love it so much! I love him so much!”

The words hung in the air, suspended by disbelief. All of it suddenly felt too small—the mood lighting, the unmade bed, the open line listening in on everything. All of it now frozen in place as if the room itself was listening.

She wasn’t supposed to admit that. Technically, she wasn’t supposed to admit any of this, but a love confession was something not even Shadow was meant to hear. Not in the privacy in her bedroom, and certainly not in front of her dearest friend. The outside world felt like it was invited into her humble abode, now having every right to intrude on what was happening in her heart.

But just for a second, Amy could’ve sworn she felt Shadow’s rhythm falter as she accidentally confessed her undying love for him. He didn’t say anything in response, but that short stumble told Amy everything she needed to know.

Focusing back on the phone, Amy swallowed the lump in her throat. “Say something... please.”

But Sonic said nothing. And that was what broke her.

Sonic was never at a loss for words. He always had something to say. Even when things went wrong—no, scratch that, especially when things went wrong. Some stupid pun or quip or lame joke that showed off his lack of shame and inability to read a room. It didn’t matter how serious the situation was; he always had a response ready.

But now he chose to stay silent? Now he chose to grow up? Force her to sit on the consequences of her own actions while she was continuously being railed from behind? That didn’t even begin to piss her off.

“Dammit, Sonic!” she cried, holding back her moans. "Say something, anything! I know you're—"

Sonic’s voice on the porch echoed in her mind. “...and if he asks, this is payback for the whole blocking-my-number thing. Totally uncalled for by the way.”

Oh.

Oh, she was so stupid. 

Shadow blocked his number. He blocked his fucking number and she knew he did! Every word she’d said, every ounce of panic, every piece of her heart she’d spilled to what she thought was an audience—it had all been for him. Just Shadow. The thought made her stomach twist. The red shame burned so hot it turned blue. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die from the realization of how unbelievably moronic she was.

Swallowing her pride, Amy forced herself to move. She wiggled around to glance back at the hedgehog behind her. It took way more effort than she wanted to admit.

“He’s not there... is he?” Her voice came out meek. Edged with something fragile.

Shadow slowed down his thrusts, but made sure each one hit just as deep as before. “I told you no one gets to hear your moans but me,” he said, his voice steady. Of course it was—he’d known all along. Shadow was incredibly possessive. They weren’t dating, not exclusive, but the territorial snarls he gave any guy that flirted with her were as scary as they were flattering. No wonder he had no issue with the whole series of events.

In a series of quick movements, he pulled out and flipped her over. The spin left her disoriented, but he was back to her so fast she barely had time to even register their connection had been broken. 

“You took longer to notice than I anticipated.” Shadow loomed over her. His presence closed in as he held her hips up, impatiently climbing back up the pace he had before. The familiar sound of flesh slapping together filled the space as small moans piled on top.

“To think you’d actually admit all of that to him. In front of me, too.” Amy couldn’t tell if his tone was teasing or hurt. But as she felt the weight of his words settle over her, she found it harder to meet his gaze.

“And you said you loved me.”

That shot an arrow through her heart. 

“I do! I do love you, Shadow!” The words came out desperate for no logical reason. He didn’t mean it, it was just a ploy. Another part of their degradation scene. This was all about making her react, making her submit. That’s what she told herself.

So why did she feel the need to reassure him? They weren’t in a real relationship. There was no expectation of real feelings. Whatever existed between them always lived in that gray area—defined by will they-won’t theys. But now it was out in the open, so she couldn’t take it back.

There was a shift in the energy after she spoke. Subtle but unmistakable. It might’ve hit harder if Shadow wasn’t continuously plowing into her, showing very few signs of stopping. Yet, the dynamic still tilted into something more fragile than either of them had intended.

Shadow placed her hips back onto the bed, lowering them down with much more care than she expected of him. His thrusts slowed to softer ones as he bent over her, occupying the charged air between them. With a soft touch, his hands caress her cheeks. Slowly, he leaned his forehead against hers, letting his tenderness redefine the pink hedgehog’s expectations.

And for a moment, Amy forgot how to breathe.

“I love you too,” he confessed. Rough lips just barely touched soft ones. “I’ve loved you for a long time, Amy.”

It was then their game dissolved under the weight of everything. In a burst of strength, she tore her arms free from the restraints and crashed their lips together. The kiss was messy. Urgent. But she didn’t care. Not when she was so happy.

With new found energy, Amy wrapped her legs around his waist. In a refusal to let him leave, she pulled him forward and slammed his cock into her. The sudden bomb of pleasure had Shadow tearing his lips from hers in a desperate plea for air. 

Face now buried in her neck, Amy slammed again.

Shadow didn’t hesitate that time.

His hands caught her wrists before she could repeat her actions. The shift to above her head was quick and controlled. His grip tightened to hold them both with one hand, holding strong as he anchored her to the bed. The now free hand came up to her neck. It snapped there with a firm pressure that drew her attention immediately. It squeezed, thumb and index contracting to lessen the amount of blood to her brain. Not enough to be careless, only to gain back control for her little rebellion.

“What do you think you're doing?” Shadow growled. His weight shifted forward. “Did you forget your place?” 

Amy’s breath caught sharply. Her pulse kicked into high gear as the moment tightened around them again. Her mind struggled to regulate itself. The lightheadedness as a result of the choking flowing so nicely with the pleasure from his lazy thrusts. And the dominance he exhibited had her lower body quivering around him.

She was still a good girl. Only good girls get fucked.

“I wonder what you’d do if I left,” he hummed, his tone sharpening slightly. Shadow’s hand shifted from her throat to her nape. The grip tightened, shifting her head back and opening the cavern of her neck to him. Rough lips traced their way down the curve, fangs nipping slightly as more purple marks stained her skin.

Down below, Shadow extended one of her legs up against her body. The result had Amy moaning incoherently as he continued to stretch her out.

“Would you find someone else? Pass yourself around a bar like the whore I know you are.” He dug his nails into her inner thigh, struggling to contain his own composure as he continued to impale her. 

“You want to belong to me,” he continued, possession sharpening his words. “But I don’t think you understand what that actually means.”

“No. No, I only want you!” Amy moaned. Her eyes shut as she let herself enjoy his combination of harsh thrusts and mortifying language. She tangled her hands in his quills. Small tugs kept her grounded as if to anchor herself to him.

Unexpectedly, she felt a sharp sting in the crook of her neck.

Shadow had bit down, marking her where everyone could see.

Amy’s nails pressed into his quills, pulling them harder. The energy between them surged again as Shadow started to spark. His movements quickened. The intensity awakening the Chaos energy within him, something Amy’s only ever seen a few times. Tingles from the small sparks journeyed through her body. Low, animalistic growling vibrated against her neck, signaling to Amy just how much carnality Shadow was experiencing with her.

Her back was pressed down into the mattress as Shadow shifted his weight again. Both of her legs folded back against her. The change in him was unmistakable. Whatever restraint a love declaration held back by lock and key was set free as he allowed himself to lose control.

As his cock stretched her out to her very limits, Amy held on to him for dear life. Her claws imprinted small divots in his shoulders as he struck that one spot in her over and over and over again. 

“You’re mine forever, Rose,” he whispered one more time with a certainty that made Amy’s heart soar. His hands left her thighs to grab hers, guiding them above her head while intertwining their fingers. His thrusts increased to a ludicrous pace—deeper, faster, harder—until Amy’s moans left her neighbors deaf.

“Good girl. Keep screaming my name, or I stop,” his voice was quieter, but no less commanding.

“Shadow! Shadow!” Amy didn’t hesitate to howl his name. Almost incoherently at this point in time. Her fingers drew small drops of blood as another orgasm started to form, pushing Amy up the hill she was so well acquainted with at this point.

“I want to cum, Shadow. Please!” Gun to her head and told to beg for her life, she wouldn’t sound as desperate as she currently was.

“Cum for me, my Rose.” His thumb rubbed her clit on final time, urging her to finish with him. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Amy rejoiced. As degrading as it was to feel relieved to have his permission to orgasm of all things, it was just what she needed at this moment. Like a naughty moth drawn to something it knew would burn, Amy let herself fall head first into the pit of no return.

“Shadow!” She sang his name like a hymn.

“God dammit!” He snarled as her walls closed around him, squeezing him for every last drop. Shadow snapped his hips into her thighs. He coated her insides, pumping his seed so far up in her she’d have no choice but to bear his hoglets. And by the way Amy took her legs and locked him in, she had no problem with that ultimatum.

Shadow connected his lips to hers. He moaned into the kiss, praising her. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. You did so well.”

They stayed in silence for a few moments afterward. The storm needed to dissipate between them before anything was said. Emotions ran high with post-nut clarity. The next words uttered could very well be a hydrogen bomb.

Shadow was the first to move. He pulled out of her slowly, flipping over and laying next to her. Gently, he pulled her into him. His arms anchored around her like she was the one study beam in a collapsing building. Amy focused on her breathing. She forced it to slow as the last of the adrenaline drained from her body. Her body shifted closer without thinking as shaking fingers twirled a strand of chest fur absentmindedly.

Her muzzle settled in the crook of Shadow’s neck, her senses taking in the smell of lavender and sex. She could hear his heartbeat beating just as fast as hers. No longer was there an edge from him. The performance was over. His control faltered and warmth overtook him. The way he held her felt less like ownership and more like solace. She’d never felt loved like this before, never had it reciprocated like this before.

And Shadow needed it just as much as she did.

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “How do you feel?” It was hesitant, a safe question but a fair one.

“I’m...” Relived? Satisfied? Over the fucking moon? “...happy,” she finished quietly. An uncomplicated answer, but a perfect reflection of her joy.

Shadow blinked at her, searching her face as if he wanted a reason not to believe her. For a moment, Amy wondered if he might question her, or dismiss it. Part of her knew Shadow wouldn’t do that, but her experiences with love haven’t exactly been victorious.

Instead—to her relief—he let out a quiet breath through his nose. All of the tension eased as a small, genuine smile tugged at his lips.

“Me too.” The words were simple. They mimicked hers.

And they were perfect.

Without another word, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. A pair of strong arms lifted her with ease. He turned slightly as he rose. Instinctively, he pulled her into his chest as if to cherish her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. One hand slid to adjust her position, making sure she was as close to him as possible before walking towards the bathroom.

Amy leaned into him right away. Her head leaned against his chest. Her fingers scratched into the soft fluff she nuzzled into. It was such a simple thing compared to the rest of his appearance—this random pillow he had on him. Like it was made specifically for cuddles.

“Let’s clean up. It would be foolish to go to bed like this,” Shadow said.

Amy had to bite back her excitement. Shadow didn’t stay the night often. That much had always made sense. Always the strategic hedgehog, it reduced the chance of someone finding out about them—less risk, fewer variables. She normally found it endearing whenever he thought about her privacy, like how he’d check for bugs if they met in a hotel. It was always cute in its own way.

But now that he was so openly admitting he would stay the night (and hopefully many more), Amy couldn’t help but imagine what that would mean for their future.

Reaching the bathroom, he set her down on the toilet while he turned the shower on. The sound of running water filled the small bathroom within seconds. Steam began to gather against the mirror as the room warmed.

Amy, impatient as ever, stood up. Apparently, her legs had plenty to say about that as she immediately tumbled as they gave out. She would’ve fallen face-first into the tile below if Shadow wasn’t quick to react, saving her forehead from a bruise. Her body had plenty of marks already. She didn’t need another one.

“Be careful,” he groaned, holding back a smirk. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.” 

His hands stayed on her for a moment longer than needed. Perhaps to steady her, perhaps to just hold her. Amy didn’t mind. Especially since her own hands rested on his abdomen, the ridges of muscle caressed beneath them.

Amy giggled. A faint teasing spark returned. “Because only you can do that, right?”

Shadow only let out an amused hmph in response. But he didn’t deny it either.

Once certain she wasn’t going to collapse, he turned and pulled the curtain back. Stepping into the shower, he extended his hand. Amy took it and happily squeezed in beside him.

Her shower was small, barely enough room for two people. But neither of them ever complained. The cramped space only made everything feel more intimate. Especially since passing up a chance to wash each other off was something neither of them wanted to do. 

Amy leaned into him under the warm water. The steam relaxed her stiff limbs, soaking the fur matted with sweat and other slick. Shadow stood close enough to massage soap into her, washing away most physical evidence of what they just experienced. He made sure to pay extra attention to the fresh bite marks on her. Never once had any of them gotten infected, and Shadow wasn’t about to break that streak.

At one point, his hands moved to her shoulders. He worked out the stiff muscles, pressing his thumbs into the tight knots on her neck. His hands moved lower down her back, adding more pressure to melt away any cramps the positions he bent her in created. Kneading his way down her spine to her lower back, he knelt down. A light kiss was pressed right below her tail before leading her body to the shower wall.

Amy had no complaints as his tongue entered her core for round two.

But soon it would come to an end. No matter how much Amy insisted she didn’t care about the water bill, Shadow shut it off. The sound of running water faded, and with it, Amy’s hope for round three.

A short while later, both of them had dried off and settled in bed on top of fresh sheets, Amy cuddled up close as Shadow’s soft snores overtook him. The sweet lullaby of sleep had charmed him, making him pass out mere minutes after their heads hit the pillow.

Amy, however, was wide awake.

Before she could think too much about it, Amy carefully emancipated herself out of his vice-grip. Luckily, the steady rhythm of Shadow’s breathing continued undisturbed. She waited a few more moments, watching to make sure he really was knocked-out.

Never had she been so thankful for how deeply he slept when beside her.

Curiosity enchanting her, she tiptoed her way over to his side of the bed. Quiet as she could manage, she unplugged his phone from the charger. The carpet muffled her movements as she made her way to stow away in the bathroom. A soft click echoed behind her as the door closed, granting her room to breathe.

Sitting on the toilet, she pressed the side button. The screen lit up before her, casting a soft glow on her face. The default background stared back. Amy couldn’t help but giggle to herself. Figures he wouldn’t have any desire to change it, and yet something like that was so endearing to her.

Pressing it again, she was hit with the lock screen. It asked for his four-digit password. She typed it in.

1234.

But to her surprise, the screen shook as it denied the entry.

She stared at it for a few moments. Her lips formed into a confused little pout. Of all things, she didn’t expect a change in password. It had unironically been his code for as long as she knew him. For years she poked fun at him for having the typical ‘old man’ password. But even then he never bothered to change it.

Amy typed in her next guess.

0000.

Damn. No luck with that one either.

Honestly, she was pretty sure she had it with that. Shadow had always been awful with modern technology, so having his password be so deceptively simple seemed plausible. Perhaps Rouge made him change it. Perhaps he changed it because she guessed it. The latter sounded much more likely.

Amy tapped her chin before typing her next guess.

0619. His birthday.

Incorrect.

1220. Maria’s birthday.

Incorrect. 

Really? That was surprising as it was annoying. She couldn’t keep guessing like this. Eventually she’d run out of guesses and get locked out entirely. A little more strategy would be needed if she really wanted to do this.

But then, as if a lightbulb had gone off in her head, her eyes widened. A faint heat crawled up her cheeks at the thought that followed.

Heart racing, she typed her next guess.

0923. Her birthday.

The phone unlocked. Amy felt an unanticipated wave of elation wash over her. He used her birthday? Over everything else, he chose hers? 

The possibility that it’d been like this before their first night together had the faint heat erupt into an inferno all the way to the tip of her ears. Feelings like what they had just shared didn’t happen overnight. But the possibility of him thinking of her every time he unlocked his phone for Gaia knows how long, had her head spinning at dangerous speeds.

For a beat, she just stared at it. Placing the phone in her lap, she lightly slapped at her cheeks. 

“Get it together, Amy,” she muttered under her breath. A few slow breaths were forced through her as she steadied her racing thoughts.

All this over a password was crazy.

Finally cooled down, she opened his photos. She expected to search for it, but when a total of about twenty pictures—half of which he looked like he took unintentionally—and one video popped up, she realized she gave up on the ‘old man’ jokes too easily.

A simple tap opened up the video.

Amy watched as the video played back. As far as amateur hour goes, this actually wasn’t all that bad. It was well recorded—steady framing, clear focus, no finger in the corner of the camera. In fact, seeing it from his perspective shot tingles up and down her body. 

The sultry moans from her coupled with Shadow’s degrading dialogue filled the bathroom. She gripped the phone harder. Her thrilled body shifted uncomfortably on the toilet seat. It was bewildering seeing herself like this, forming an urge to shove her hand in her pajama shorts and give herself another larger than life orgasm. But there was no way she’d be able to keep her voice down. Multiple complaints from neighbors supported that concern.

Opening up his texts, she clicked on ‘Rose’ and sent the video. It was oddly sweet how he had her nickname saved as her contact. All the others were so unnecessarily formal. Pushing past how surprising it was the Shadow even had their numbers to begin with, they were all saved under their full names.

Sonic the Hedgehog. Miles Prower. Knuckles the Echidna.

The professionalism alone gave her second hand embarrassment.

Another rouge idea popped into her head. Amy went back to the home screen to search for Voice Memos. When she opened it, her theory was correct—there was one recording saved. 

Knowing good and well what it was, she pressed play anyway.

“Ayo, Shads!”

Sonic’s stupid voice filled the bathroom. And with it, the realization of just how much planning Shadow put into this, how many smutty novels he probably read just to know what to say. Pushing aside the question of how he even acquired this recording, she didn’t want to think about how Sonic would react to finding out the chipper in his voice had been betrayed like this.

But then, another wave of embarrassment tore through her. Humiliation swamped her senses. The memories of what this dumb recording was responsible for returned to the forefront of her mind. 

Her expression tightened as she sat there. The phone still illuminated faintly in her hands. Taunting her. It all felt a little too vivid again, like she had been dropped right back into the heat of the moment without warning. All the thrusts, all the moans, all the degradation—everything that formed the crescendo of that carnal climb.

Yet, along with it came the feeling of relief. Even if it was to no one in the end.

That feeling of relief was too good to forget. Did she really want to let it go?

If Sonic really was on the other line, would she feel the same? Amy chewed on her nails as she weighed the pros and cons of outing herself. This thought was much harder to brush aside. It demanded actual consideration instead of action. The tightrope of decision was pulled taught with no safety net below.

Unfortunately, by the time Amy had started to mull it over, she had already unblocked his number and pressed send.

For a quick second, she sat stunned. A hedgehog in headlights. A small lapse in judgement just made her send a sex tape to her best friend.

Reality hit her like a fucking bus.

Fuck me! Why did I do that?! Her inner thoughts slammed the duress alarm in her head. Millions of little neurons panicked as she stared at the phone like it had betrayed her.

Not good! Not good! Not good! She was so unbelievably impulsive that—

A small vibration dragged her back to the present. She turned the screen back to her, and let out a shaky sigh. A tsunami of relief washed over her. 

It was even better than the first time.

Sonic the Hedgehog: shadz wtf?? wut is this?

Sonic the Hedgehog: u unblock my number n send this???

Sonic the Hedgehog: no how r u or anything??

His contact popped up. Incoming call. 

Too bad it was Amy on the other line, and this time, she had no desire to talk. Something about letting him react without explanation seemed much more appealing, so she tapped Ignore before it could even go to voicemail.

Immediately after, she switched on Do Not Disturb. The screen dimmed as the phone settled into silence. But it didn’t stop the incoming messages.

Amy watched them stack up, leaving each one on read.

Sonic the Hedgehog: dont u fuckin ignore me hot topic

Sonic the Hedgehog: dude im so serious

Sonic the Hedgehog: since when r u even datin??

Sonic the Hedgehog: does she even know u sent this?!?

Sonic the Hedgehog: shadz ffs

Sonic the Hedgehog: PICK UP UR FUCKIN PHONE

With a mischievous smile, Amy locked the phone and slipped out of the bathroom. She shut the door behind her. Careful not to make noise. A few short strides later, Shadow’s phone was back on the charger like nothing had happened.

Amy sat down on her side of the bed. The weight of the night finally decided to settle into her bones now that the burning question had been answered. She let out a slow breath. Her palm ran over the crook of her neck, feeling the raised ridges of the new bite mark. One that she couldn’t wait to wear proudly after it fully healed.

Only Shadow would nearly bite a chunk out of her, only to attend to it so meticulously afterwards. Careless in heat, then precise in the aftermath. His version of looking after her, insinuating I’ll be damned if I let this get infected with so little words.

The sheets shuffled behind her as Shadow sat up. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against him. Rough lips pressed a few slow, lingering kisses along her back. Velvet purrs caressed her ears, ones only she was privileged to.

Amy exhaled softly. Her body relaxed into his hold, leaning back to melt into the warmth of his arms. Slowly, his lips drifted upwards to her shoulder. Then her neck. He lingered near the fresh mark before kissing it, claiming it once again. His lips continued their journey along her before he spoke in a deep, controlled voice.

“If I open my phone, and see you sent that video to that damn blue rat,” he warned. The familiar dominance sent a shiver down her spine. “You are in serious trouble.”

Amy let out a cheeky giggle, not at all surprised she was caught. “I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment.”

The proud admission of guilt hung in the air for a split second. And then, with a growl caught between possession and approval, Shadow flipped her back onto the bed.