Sonic - Amy Rose's Sacrifice

Amy Rose stared out the window, her mind still filled with thoughts of Sonic. She was a pink-furred anthropomorphic hedgehog with bright green eyes and peach skin covering her muzzle, inner ears and arms. She has a small black nose, triangular ears on top of her head, and long eyelashes, which might’ve been her favorite trait about herself. She had short pink hair and side bangs, and was currently wearing her go-top outfit - a red sleeveless and backless dress with two white trims and a white petticoat underneath and white wrist-length gloves with gold bracelets for cuffs. She had a perfect hourglass shape, which she maintained while being very active, particularly when training with her hammer. 

Sonic, the love of her life, had been missing in action for quite some time after his recent battle with Dr. Robotnik, and the situation was getting worse day by day. The Freedom Fighters fought against him everyday to save civilians and the planet itself, but they were losing, and each day without Sonic was a stab in the heart for her and the rest of the world. He was going to eventually conquer the world, and Amy Rose could not possibly imagine a world that was what the doctor described as ‘The Eggman Empire’. Their only hope was the seven Chaos Emeralds, which were ancient stones that possessed unlimited power. Those who hold them can use them to cause miracles and other feats, such as warping space and time and powering machines. Besides needing it to get rid of Robotnik, they also feared he was seeking them for himself, which would prove to be very dire. 

Amy Rose, within the Freedom Fighters, was among those selected to gather the Emeralds, yet she had no leads, and felt more and more distraught every day. It wasn’t until she had gotten intel about a specific rogue agent that she had begun to feel a hint of hope, her mind and heart telling her over and over again that if she just kept pushing, she might have the chance to see her love again. She knew he was alive, deep in her heart, and she had to save him, no matter what.

The rogue party was one she had not had the honor of meeting yet. She had been informed by one of their spies, who had told Knuckles about a potential lead for a Chaos Emerald. The rogue agent was named Ratch, who she had heard was a big party in the criminal underground of Mobius. She didn’t know how he had secured one of the Emeralds, but he was planning on selling it to the highest bidder at an auction happening in a few hours, and she had to do everything in her power for him to change his mind, since it was pretty clear to all of them that Dr. Robotnik would be purchasing the Emerald with the high amount of funds he had. 

“I heard you were asking for me?” A charming voice said. 

Amy Rose turned around, and spotted him - an anthropomorphic raccoon with a gray cap, a dapper suit with green dress pants and a long purple coat with dark brown gloves and matching dress shoes. His eyes were a deep purple, and his tail was perfectly groomed and stripped. He looked as if he was studying her from head to toe, his expression sleek but thoughtful at the same time.

Ratch had heard about Amy Rose, everyone in the city knew her as part of the Freedom Fighters, of course, but he’d never paid her much attention, as she’d just seemed like one of the goody-goody good guys, something he’d always found quite annoying. Now, though, standing in front of her, watching her turn her body to look at him with those eyes, which seemed to shine under the sharp lights of the room, he couldn’t help but immediately want her to belong to him. He knew she was supposed to be with Sonic, but that made her even more desirable, making her something to win, especially from such a well known superhero. Ratch was a neutral party, he didn’t care who won, since he knew how to take advantage of either situation. He was a rogue and a thief with only his own interest at heart. He lived for his own pleasure, be it sex, money, or expanding his influence in the criminal underground. He was taught as a young pup that the world is cruel, and that no one would fight for him except for himself, and that was how he’d always lived it. He had had the pleasure of coming across the Emerald while exchanging not-so-legal goods with a gentleman that did not know its true value, and of course, had desired to auction it off right away, knowing that both the Freedom Fighters and their enemy would desperately be in need of it.

“Are you Ratch?” She asked cautiously.

He bowed dramatically, keeping his smile aloof as he said, “Ratch Rascal, at your service.”

“You’re the one auctioning off the Emerald?” She asked. 

“That’s me, are you an interested buyer?” He replied, knowing that was exactly why she was there. 

She bit her lip and said, “not a buyer, per se, but I was wondering if you’d be willing to give it to me, as part of our cause against Dr. Robotnik.”

He stared at her, then laughed out loud dramatically, “what makes you think I’d want you to win against Dr. Robotnik?”

She immediately went to grab her Piko Piko Hammer, feeling like she might be in the presence of an enemy. “You’re on his side?” She asked, her eyes narrowing.

Sensing her hostility, Ratch shook his head, “oh no, no. No need to swing that thing around. I’m merely saying I’m a neutral party, and don’t care who wins in this war of yours. It doesn’t concern me at all.”

She stopped reaching for her Hammer, but frowned, “I don’t get it, why would you want Robotnik to win? He wants to ruin the world. That doesn’t make sense.”

He shrugged, “it makes sense to me. People like me can survive in all situations. In a world where Robotnik ruled, I might do even better than I do now.” 

“You’re horrible,” she said, not able to understand how someone could be like this. 

He grinned, “I’ve heard worse names than that.”

“Then what do you want? What can the Freedom Fighters offer you for you to give us the Emerald?” She asked, her heart racing faster and faster as they continued talking. She didn’t know what she could possibly do if he didn’t give it to her. The Freedom Fighters didn’t take things from civilians with force, and yet… if he gave it to Robotnik, she’d have failed, terribly, and may lose Sonic forever. 

“Why don’t you just participate in the auction?” He asked, “then you can win against Robotnik fair and square.” He was getting excited seeing how desperate she was, it seemed like the Emerald was even more important to them than he had anticipated. The amount of money he would get for this… it could set him up for life.

She tried to not show him how desperate she was, but it was hard not to when it was a situation of life and death, “we… the Rebels do not have any funds, we fight for the world without seeking anything in return.”

He stared at his nails nonchalantly, like he was done with the situation, “wow, how noble of you. Unfortunately, ‘nothing’ is not going to do me any good.”

Tears began welling up in her eyes. She was typically so strong, being the backbone of the fighters, but she was on her last leg, and had been so lost without her partner by her side. “Please… there must be something else you want. We’re a powerful group, we can help you with some labor… anything…” 

He tapped his foot, like he was thinking, though he had known what he truly wanted all along, and decided this was the perfect time to tell her. “There is something else I would be willing to give up the Emerald for…”

She perked up at once. “Really? Anything.”

“I want you, for a night. All night, no complaints.” 

She stared at him, completely shell shocked. Her mouth was slightly agape, and yet she continued to stare. “You don’t mean…?” She said finally.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” he said, wondering if she was as innocent as she acted. 

“No,” she said, it was such an obvious refusal, she refused to think about it further.

“I thought you said you’d be willing to do anything?” He smirked, having fully expected that response. 

“I’m not going to do that. I’m fully devoted to Sonic,” she replied truthfully. He wasn’t shocked by her response. In fact, it turned him on even more. 

“Well, I guess I’ll be giving this to Dr. Robotnik then,” he said, pulling the Emerald out to entice her. He turned his back on her, and began walking off, whistling as he did. 

“Wait…” she cried out desperately. He turned to face her, arching a single eyebrow as he did. “You can’t go.”

“Do we have an agreement then? You know, I could easily have you apprehended and tell Robotnik of your plans. In that case, Robotnik would end up with the Emerald anyway. Why wouldn’t you just say yes, and get this over with?” He smirked.

She shivered like he was the most disgusting thing in the world and said with gritted teeth, “how do I know I can trust you? If I gave you one night, why wouldn’t you ask for more things and never give me the Emerald?” 

“I am all things - an uncaring, devilish rogue that only cares for himself, but I am not a liar.” 

She seemed to study him for a few seconds, and finally nodded. “I will give myself to you, but only because it is my only choice.” 

His grin widened until it reached his eyes, “sounds perfect to me. Follow me, my lady.” With another bow from him and a scoff from her, she followed him reluctantly, feeling like she’d just agreed to sell her soul to the devil.

—-

Amy Rose refused to get in a car with him. Instead, she forced him to join her in her Pink Cabriolet and provide her directions to his apartment instead. Apartment was a bit too lavish of a word for it, because the entrance to it was inconspicuous, tucked away in a forgotten alley that seemed to repel attention. The exterior was nothing more than a nondescript metal door, rusted and covered in graffiti, blending seamlessly with the urban decay that surrounded it. Vines crept along the cracked brick walls, and a single, flickering streetlight cast a dim, eerie glow over the entrance. It looked abandoned, a place where few would dare to venture, let alone suspect it housed the lair of someone like Ratch. 

They had been silent the whole trip, with Amy ignoring all of his comments as her mind spun with thoughts of what she had just agreed to do. She watched as Ratch exited from her pink car, and walked to the door, which blended in perfectly with the rest of its surroundings. She rarely frequented places like this, and felt extremely ill at ease, though still knew she would be able to take Ratch on easily. She locked the car door and followed him, watching as he opened the door. 

Once inside, the scene changed dramatically. The sleek interior was a stark contrast to the decrepit exterior. Polished concrete floors reflected the subtle glow of recessed lighting. The walls were a blend of exposed brick and dark wood. Minimalist furniture adorned the living space, with high-tech gadgets seamlessly integrated into the decor, part of the collection that Ratch had collected over the years. This was not just an apartment; it was so clearly a well loved home and sanctuary it almost changed Amy Rose’s perspective of Ratch despite knowing what they were there to do. 

“Welcome to my beautiful home,” he said, throwing the keys on the stand next to him. “Would you care for a drink?”

She shook her head, not trusting him not to poison her, “no, thank you. Let’s just get this over with.”

He smiled as sweetly as he could and said, “you promised a whole night, might as well try to make the most of it.”

She ignored him, and began studying the room around her, curious as to who he really was, especially behind the sleek exterior he liked to put on. “If you’re so eager to rush this, let’s move on to the bedroom then.”

She felt as if this was her last moment to say no, to run away and never look back, but she knew she had to be strong for Sonic and the rest of them, so she merely nodded and continued to follow him. He opened the door to reveal a bedroom that was the epitome of understated luxury. A large, low-profile platform bed dominated the center of the room with its sleek lines and dark wood frame. On either side of the bed, floating nightstands held small, discreet lamps that cast a warm, ambient glow. Opposite the bed, a modern, low-slung dresser matched the nightstands. A built-in closet stretched along one wall, its mirrored sliding doors reflecting the room and making it feel even larger. Inside, clothing was meticulously organized, like he didn’t have a single article of clothing he didn’t specifically wear. A small seating area occupied a corner of the room, featuring a single, high-backed leather chair and a minimalist glass-topped table. 

She stood there, wondering how many women he’d bring to the room like this. She could’ve been the hundredth for all she knew, and she wasn’t about to ask. It was better not to know. She had been crushing on Sonic since the moment they’d met, but he’d never reciprocated, and therefore she had no idea what could be in store for her that night. She knew the basics, but had no idea how it was supposed to feel, and how she was supposed to act. “What do I do?” She asked, looking at him and wondering if he was about to take charge.

“You’re sweet,” he said, then told her to sit on the bed. She did so, and he walked to her slowly, taking his time to stare at her before wrapping his hand around her shoes. It was not what she had expected, but she shook as she watched him take her shoes off one by one, then did the same to her socks. He reached up and pulled her headband off, making her hair tumble forwards, then pulled the gloves and cufflinks off of her. 

“What are you doing?” She asked, feeling uneasy at the sensation of his gloved hands trailing against hers. She could smell him - a musky, masculine scent, and feel the heat beneath his skin. It was absolutely unnerving how slow he was doing all of this. 

“I’m taking off all your clothes,” he said. “I want to see you completely naked.”

No one had ever seen her naked before as an adult, and the realization hit her like a brick. She was about to show her body to a guy she’d just met. He held onto the bottom of her dress, and began moving it higher, his fingers grazing against her soft thighs as he pulled it. There was nothing she could do other than help him by lifting her hands and letting him take it off completely. She was wearing a white wrap underneath around her breasts (tight to help her fight when needed) and a pair of simple pink panties. He stared at her body, and then touched her waist, his expression so intense she wanted to look away. His face moved closer and closer to her until they were breathing each other in, then he connected their lips. It was her first kiss, and she was screaming on the inside. He’d already been so many of her firsts, and they’d barely even started. He was gentle only for a second, then used his lips to open hers up. She hadn’t expected his to be so soft and so hot, and despite her refusing to respond, he pushed his tongue inside, tasting her and moving against her own. He drew back from her, leaving a trail of saliva behind as he separated. He grasped onto the tie of the wrap and undid it, making her breasts fall out from their confines. He stared down at it hungrily, then reached out and grabbed one, weighing it with his hands. “You’re absolutely beautiful, you know,” he said. 

She couldn’t help but blush, but turned her head away, forcing herself not to look at what he was doing. He pinched the nipple of the breast he was holding gently, rolling it between his fingers. Her body jolted and she gasped. She’d never felt a sensation like that before. Her nipples were so sensitive, and him pinching it like that without a warning made her whole body tense. “You have the perfect figure… I assume that’s from training your whole life.”

“How do you know?” She asked, her voice low since they were so close.

“Everyone knows. Everyone’s always talking about the great Freedom Fighters.” He shifted his attention lower, his fingers trailing against the top of her panties, then moving down to her thighs. She shivered, knowing what was coming next, but it didn’t come. Instead, he looked up at her, and stared deeply in her eyes before saying, “you know, this doesn’t have to  be bad for you. You could try to enjoy yourself.”

She shook her head, “enjoying myself is betraying Sonic. I could never do that.”

“You seem very… inexperienced, and yet you talk like Sonic is your lover. Which is it?” He asked. He’d noticed this from the very start, but couldn’t keep the questions in any longer.

She tensed, with it being a sensitive subject and said, “well, we’re not really together together…”

Ratch hadn’t been expecting this, but chuckled. “You’re that devoted to an unreciprocated crush?”

She hmphed and said, “one day, he’ll realize what he’s missing.” He shook his head, and then pressed his fingers over her panties, feeling the cotton fabric and the heat of her underneath. She realized at that point that he had been slowly taking her clothes off, but barely touched his own. The only thing out of place was his lack of gloves. He began moving his fingers along the folds, slowly over and over again. She could feel herself becoming hotter and hotter, and she wanted him to do something more, but she didn’t quite know what. He began focusing on the point at the tip, where her clit was, and circled it as he pushed his finger deeper into her folds. Her eyes widened then shut instantly. She didn’t think she was going to actually feel good in this experience. She had expected to scream and push him away, or just lay there and take it, but it seemed he was insistent on making it good for her, and it made it so so much worse. 

“I can tell you’re starting to enjoy yourself,” he said confidently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied. He smirked, and grabbed both sides of her panties before pulling it down, exposing her completely to him. She wanted to cover her body, but she knew it was no use, and the way he was staring at her, like she was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen, made her feel confident enough not to want to cover herself. He pushed his fingers into her again, and felt the wetness that had begun to pool out of her. He shifted his fingers within it, then pulled it out to show her.

“You see, your body doesn’t lie to me,” he said. “I know when you feel good.”

She wanted to cover her face, but all she could do was pretend she didn’t know what he was talking about. He moved lower and lower over her body until his face was directly above her crotch. He pushed his nose into her and inhaled deeply. It was so embarrassing she tried her hardest to tell herself it wasn’t actually happening. Then, he stuck his tongue out and gave her clit a lick, and she felt her whole body tense as a moan escaped her lips. It felt so good. It wasn’t close to anything she’d ever experienced before. She knew she was in trouble almost immediately. If one single lick could feel that good… he continued to lick her, his hands moving her folds apart so he could get as close to her clit as possible. He began pushing her back until she was laying on the bed, feeling the softness underneath her as her body became warmer and warmer. She tried to think of anything else except for what he was doing. She thought of Sonic and her friends, and why she was giving her body up for this. She thought of their battle against Dr. Robotnik, and how she had trained her whole life, but no matter what she thought about, her body was reacting to every single one of his licks. Her back arched off the bed, and her hips began moving on their own, trying to get more friction against him.

“Your body is so responsive,” he said against her. “And you taste absolutely delicious.” He went back to licking her again, doing patterns over and over that made her react the most. She could feel herself climbing higher and higher, but she didn’t know what was about to happen, and didn’t know how to stop herself. Her fingers gripped harder and harder onto the sheets underneath her, and she suddenly let out a low moan that almost sounded like a scream as her hips lifted off of the bed, and her whole body began to shake. Her insides clenched over and over, and a pool of fluids came out onto the bed, soaking Ratch’s sheets. He licked her harder and harder until her orgasm ended and stopped as he moved back, watching her collapsed form on the bed with a satisfied expression. He crawled over on top of her and pressed his soaked lips against hers, forcing her to taste her own fluids as he kissed her with still no response from her lips. “That, my dear, was an orgasm, in case you didn’t know.”

“I knew,” she lied, and realized she was panting. She didn’t know if she would be able to stand up properly, her muscles felt so weak, and she’d never experienced the sensation before.

“Oh, did you?” He said. “Then you must know it’s proof that I’m making you feel really good. Does Sonic make you feel like this?”

She bit her lip, then turned away from him, ignoring him. “You must also know,” he continued as he pressed his fingers against her now very wet pussy, “that all of this wetness is your body begging for me to enter you.” She shivered. He was right, and she had no way of trying to prove to him he wasn’t. The only thing she was able to tell herself was that though her body was betraying her and reacting to him, her heart would never do the same, and that was all she needed. 

With her turned away, she was shocked when he pushed his fingers against her entrance again. Nothing had ever been inside of her before, and she gasped as she felt herself being stretched as two fingers entered her, arching upwards. She clenched around him, feeling the intrusion and trying to adjust to it. It didn’t feel painful, as she was very puffy and wet, her body absolutely ready for him. Instead, she responded to him at once, feeling like he was giving her exactly what her body needed. He pulled out and pushed back in, then started developing a rhythm, pumping in and out of her. She was so sensitive from her previous orgasm, and all she could do was take it as he pushed her thighs apart to get more access to her body. He moved himself so his face was close to her breasts and wrapped his mouth around her nipple, sucking on it as he pumped into her. She writhed underneath him, trying to get away and closer at the same time, and could feel her body climb higher and higher once more. “How are you so good at this?” She admitted, her body arching up again. 

He grinned against her breasts, “it takes lots of practice, lots of men are horrible at this.” He shifted so his thumb could graze against her clit as he pumped his fingers, then flicked his tongue against her nipple before sucking deeply again. She couldn’t think of anything except for his touches all over her body. She felt like she was on fire, and her head was so dizzy. Moans kept escaping out of her lips, and no matter how hard she tried not to get to the edge, she reached there once more, her body exploding underneath her. 

“I hate you,” she said as she laid there breathless once more. 

“I gathered that,” he said as he unzipped his pants and began pulling them down. For the first time, her eyes went directly to his cock, as she could see the clear bulge underneath his briefs. He pulled his briefs down as well, and his cock sprang free, facing her with beading at the tip. She’d never seen one in real life before, and she continued to stare, absolutely terrified that it was going to be inside of her. He wrapped his hands around it and began stroking it, saying, “this is how hard you make me.” 

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Just looking at your body is enough,” he held onto her hand and pulled her up, then moved to the chair, sitting down on it while facing her. “Now kneel down, and put your mouth around it.”

She shook her head, “I don’t know what to do…”

“I’ll teach you,” he promised. She reluctantly moved to him, her legs shaky as she took cautious and slow steps, not wanting to actually reach him. When she finally did, she knelt down in front of him, feeling more ashamed of herself than she’d ever been before. What would her friends say, seeing her in this state? Would they understand that she had to do this? She wrapped her hand around the base of him like he did, and was immediately shocked by how hot he was. It was burning, and so firm, and so unlike what she had imagined. She moved her head closer and closer until he said, “just be gentle, don’t use your teeth, and move your tongue as much as possible. The head is the most sensitive.” She nodded, and listened to him, wrapping her mouth around it and sucking deeply. He buckled against her, hissing as he did. “Fuck, that came out of nowhere.”

Feeling more empowered by her actions, she did the same thing again, feeling him fill her mouth and stretch it out as she sucked it. “Now try to get it all the way down, you might feel it go into your throat, try not to gag.”

It sounded terrifying to make herself gag, but she did what she was told, pushing his entire cock down her mouth then pulling it out again. He closed his eyes and pushed his fingers through her hair, and she realized how much power she had over him by doing this. The greatest consolation she had was the fact that she would be well practiced at doing this when the day came for Sonic to reciprocate her love. “You’re a natural,” he praised, and she started getting to work just like he did, moving her head up and down over and over again as her tongue swirled around his head. It was almost like her body knew what to do, and she only had to be the guide. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and she couldn’t help but think about how easily she had cum twice from him, and how she would never forgive herself from doing so. “Look, over there at the mirror.” She turned to see the closet mirrors, and immediately regretted it. There she was, ass exposed, completely naked, a foreign man’s cock inside of her throat. She looked absolutely shameful. She continued to stare at herself, unable to help it, realizing she didn’t even recognize herself anymore. How could she have changed so much in just one evening? She moved up and down, faster and faster, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. He groaned and began thrusting into her, making her tear up at how much he was hitting the back of her throat, but she kept going, telling herself it would be over soon. He moaned her name under his breath, and all of a sudden, cried out, “ugh… no…” as he pushed her away from him, forcing her to lay back on her ass. 

She looked at him, confused, but he explained at once, “I don’t want to cum, yet. We still have a whole night to go. You were way too good at that, are you sure it was your first time?”

She smiled at him for the first time, the expression coming out of nowhere, “yes, I’m sure Ratch.”

“Well, try not to be too proud of herself,” he teased, before pulling her hand and guiding her to the bed again. “I need to tease you more, have you begging for me before I’m willing to cum for you.”

She laughed at him, “Begging? Okay, Ratch.”

He situated her in between his pillows, pushed her legs apart, and went to work in between her legs again, his tongue working its magic as he licked and sucked her the way he knew she liked. She gasped and responded to him at once, her eyes completely shut as she felt every sensation directly at her core and traveling up her spine. A few minutes in, he pushed two digits inside of her again, moving it to rhythm with his tongue. She could only think of the sensations between her legs, and she climbed once more, higher and higher, until she felt her body about to burst. She readily anticipated it this time, but right when it was about to happen, he stopped everything he was doing. She opened her eyes in confusion, looking down at him, but not knowing what to say.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, his face covered in her fluids once more.

“Um…” she said. There was no way she could tell him she was about to cum… but somehow he seemed to know that was precisely what was wrong. It didn’t matter, she would much prefer he stopped touching her all together than keep going and making her cum. He went back to stroking and licking her again, and she felt herself climb higher and higher again. She knew it would be soon… so, so soon, and yet, suddenly, he stopped everything once more. She let out a frustrated moan, then watched his grin materialize. She realized at once exactly what he was doing. That’s how he had planned on making her beg. It was extremely sly of him, but she knew it wasn’t going to work. She had more class than that. 

He went back to it, and over and over again, he brought her to the edge only to stop right when she was about to reach it. She had completely lost count of the times he had done so, and was covered in sweat and panting by the end of it, her body so tense and ready to burst it was killing her. She kept trying to grind against him for him to lose the battle, but he stopped at the right time every time. “Ratch…” she whined, and realized she’d never made a sound like that before.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

“How long are you going to keep doing this?” 

“I can keep going all night… but I wonder how long you’ll be able to last.”

“I’m not going to beg. No matter what.” She was determined not to betray Sonic and her friends, and he would never be able to make her do so. He went back to licking her, but this time, right when she was about to cum, he climbed up her body so fast she’d barely noticed, and thrust his cock deep inside of her. So many sensations flooded her at once all she could do was scream. He had tore her hymen, but the pleasure of feeling the intrusion inside of her after being edged for more than an hour was completely maddening, and as he pushed in and out of her a few times while rotating his fingers around her clit, she came, screaming again as her body writhed and arched off of the bed. He pushed his mouth against hers, and thrust his tongue inside, absorbing all of her moans and screams as he did so. Her body couldn’t stop reacting to him, and she kissed him back for the first time, moving her lips and tongue against him like she desperately wanted to. Taking that as a win, he continued to thrust into her, his cock so ready to burst from the amazing blow job and playing with her pussy for so long. Her pussy was so warm and tight and inviting, and absolutely soaked from everything he did. It wrapped around him tightly and squeezed like it never wanted to let him go. He gripped the sheets tightly, trying to think of anything except cumming, but the more he thrust, the more he needed to - desperately. 

“You’ll have to pull out,” she said, but he grinned down at her, knowing the last part of his plan was finally complete. He thrust harder than ever, and pinned her arms down before she could realize what he was doing. He groaned as he came deep inside of her, his hips rolling over and over as she felt the warmth spread inside of her. 

He pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, saying, “that was by far the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” It was eerily silent, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a naked Amy Rose holding her hammer, glaring at him as she swatted the hammer clean across his face. 

“You BASTARD!” She cried out, and proceeded to keep hitting him with the hammer, throttling him like he deserved.

“STOP, STOP,” he said, collapsed on the floor with welts all over, “here… the Emerald is in my pocket. Just grab it and leave.”

She raised the hammer one last time, but stopped as she walked over, bending down to grab the Emerald from his pants. He couldn’t help but still stare at her perfect ass as she bent over. She turned back to glare at him before putting her own clothes back on. 

Well, he might be sore for the next few days, but he might’ve just secured a legacy and heir, and definitely had the best sex of his life. Sonic will never be able to satisfy her like he did, and she’ll forever think of him as her first. 

He didn’t bother walking her out, and while still naked, went to sit on his favorite leather chair, pulling out a cigar as he did. 

Amy Rose could feel the cum dripping out of her as she ran out of the apartment and headed to her car. She sighed, and tried but failed to stop thinking about the stupid rogue Ratch Rascal.