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Not A Friend, A Lover	By : ichithekiller Category: +S through Z > Sonic The Hedgehog Views: 8536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Not A Friend, A Lover
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Princess Sally Acorn lay, face buried in her arms, brown fur soaked with tears, on the double bed in her hut; she had been locked in here for the past few hours, ever since her blazing row with Sonic the Hedgehog had taken place earlier in the morning. Sonic had accused the Princess, in his typically brusque way, of spending far too much time worrying about the fate of Mobius. He had said – quite rightly, though Sally was loathe to ever admit it to anyone, let alone herself – that she needed to make more time for herself, for fun, for them. At this comment, Sally had become furious, stating that the hedgehog was only interested in screwing around and having his own thrill-seeking adventures, rather than committing himself to the downfall of Robotnik and the restoration of Mobius.

Sonic, angry, had fled from Knothole; he had made one brief visit to his hut, to pick up a bag filled with sneakers and a few other provisions, and then, he had headed deep into the Forest. He had made some dark comments along the lines of: no one had dare follow me, or else. It seemed unlikely the brooding hedgehog would return to the sanctuary any time soon. Sally had been tempted to go look for him, but with Sonic’s speed and wits, he could easily stay hidden for days or weeks. So. She had resigned herself to her hut – she liked to maintain a rather libertarian air of equality around Knothole, but as it had to accomodate both her and Sonic, her quarters were far larger than any other in the village – crying until her eyes turned puffy and red.

When the knock came at the door, finally, Sally hoped and prayed that it would be Sonic. She quickly wiped away her tears and pulled on her dark blue vest, and then, she rushed to the door and pulled it open. “Oh,” Sally said, slightly surprised at seeing a young, pink-furred hedgehog standing in place of the blue one she had been expecting. “Afternoon, Amy.”

Amy Rose was about a head shorter than Sally was; her fur was a light pink colour, her eyes were a sparkling, emerald green that shone brightly in the afternoon sunlight. “Hello, Sally,” Amy replied levelly. The young hedgehog knew that her presence here was rather strange; before Sonic had made his choice to be with Sally, Amy had been burning a torch for the hedgehog for years. While not exactly on unfriendly terms with the Princess, they did seem to regard each other as rivals. “I’m sorry, I know this is not a great time, but I wanted to see how you were doing.”

Sally wanted to brush the girl off, tell her that now – for obvious reasons – was not the best time for a chat, but then, she decided that she did not want to spend the rest of the day alone, and that a conversation with another woman – especially one who knew Sonic so well – might actually help cheer her up. “Why don’t you come in, Amy?”

The young hedgehog stepped inside and cast a glittering green eye over the state of the interior of Sally’s hut. It was a confused mess of upturned furniture, clothes strewn around randomly and even a smashed picture of the blue hedgehog whom they both adored. “Bit of a mess,” Amy said, levelly. Her heart fluttered slightly at the sight of the shattered image of Sonic; she had come to terms with the fact that he had not chosen her, but still, it hurt to see something like that.

“My home or the current situation?” asked Sally, suppressing a dark chuckle. She and Sonic did not fight often; certainly, none of their arguments had ever led to either one abandoning the village, even for a short while. The deep fear gnawing in Sally’s stomach was very much one of: what if he did not come back? What if he leaves us? Leaves me? “I should really be cleaning up, but I wasn’t expecting any visitors today.”

“I’ll give you a hand, if you don’t mind,” replied Amy, setting to work on righting some of the overturned chairs. “And you can tell me what it is that happened between you and Sonic.”

Together, Amy and Sally spent the next two hours cleaning up the broken pictures, oranments and other detritus of the earlier fight; they righted all the furniture, even experimenting with putting the chairs and sofas in different positions. Finally, as early evening approached, the two were finished and they collapsed in a heap on the sofa. “So?” asked Amy.

“Sonic thinks that I spend too much time working, plotting the next raids on Robotnik’s city,” explained Sally. “He says I don’t take enough time out to focus on myself.” The Princess sighed, shrugging her delicately curved shoulders slightly. “Maybe he has a point, but I just wouldn’t feel right, you know? Having fun, enjoying myself, while people around me are dying.”

Sympathetically, Amy wrapped her arms around the Princess. “I understand,” she whispered softly in Sally’s ear. “You shouldn’t feel so responsible for everything that happens around you, though. You should make some time for yourself and Sonic to be alone.”

Sally looked up at Amy; she suddenly felt ridiculously small and child-like, even though Amy was so much younger than she. Her brown eyes were wet with tears, and her face was a mask of fear and pain. “Amy, what if he doesn’t come back?”

“He will,” Amy said confidently. “Knuckles and a couple of others are already out looking for him,” she added.

This brought a thin, though genuine, smile to the Princess’ lips. “So. He’s going to be brought back, whether he likes it or not?”

“Kicking and screaming, most likely,” grinned the young hedgehog.

Sally became aware that Amy’s lips were still nuzzled close to her ear, so everytime she spoke, a wave of the pink hedgehog’s cool, sweet-smelling breath shivered through her auricle. The Princess had to resist the temptation to purr, to fight off the rising tide of emotions flooding through her tired body.

“Knuckles is about the only person who could take on Sonic in a fight,” Amy was saying, but Sally was no longer listening. She was too intent on the icy breath that licked her pointed ears every time the girl spoke. She felt the same way when Sonic would sidle up to her and whisper some compliment or some naughty thought to her.

It was then that Sally noticed how different Amy was to the other times she had seen her in the village: whereas before, she had been a small little girl, with her schoolgirl crush on Sonic, wearing her orange skirt and green t-shirt, she was suddenly older, more confident, more of a woman. Her tight-fitting red dress prominently displayed the young hedgehog’s petite breasts, so small, yet so perky and full; it was backless, too, showing off the graceful curve of the girl’s spine. Even the longer, purple-flecked spines showed that this was a more mature Amy Rose to the one who had competed with Sally for Sonic’s affections. If she had been the blue hedgehog, forced to choose between herself and Amy, she wondered what choice she would have made.

“Are you even listening to me?” Amy asked, with a slight grin, noticing the Princess’ sultry brown eyes had glazed over slightly. “Should I come back later, when you’re more focused?”

“No, don’t leave,” said Sally, shaking her head, and looking even more tiny, fragile and vulnerable. “Please, I need the company right now.” Sally bit her bottom lip softly when she looked down and noticed that Amy’s nipples were protruding through the fake-leather fabric of her dress.

“Oh,” Amy muttered, embarrassed as she noticed her predicament. “I’m sorry, I just ... it’s rather cold in here, isn’t it?” She screwed her eyes shut, realising how terribly stupid she sounded. Amy made to stand up. “I should really get going.”

Sally was not upset, or embarrassed, however; in fact, she was rather turned on by knowing how she had aroused the young hedgehog. Feeling more in control now, the Princess placed a hand on Amy’s chin, tilted the hedgehog’s head slightly and planted a small, delicate kiss on her lips. They broke the kiss after a moment. “Oh, Amy, I’m sorry,” Sally shook her head. “I didn’t mean to ...”

Her apology was halted by Amy returning the kiss; despite Sally’s attempt at a protestation, she soon relented, and allowed the young hedgehog to slip her moist tongue into her mouth. They kissed for some time, before finally having to break up – unwillingly – to breathe. Sally’s hands carressed Amy’s supple body, fondling her small breasts, stroking her stomach, before disappearing under her dress to massage the girl’s white cotton panties.

Amy moaned contentedly as the Princess’ fingers carressed the sensitive areas between her legs; Sally stopped teasing the young hedgehog, slipped her long fingers down the girl’s panties and pushed them inside her slick opening. “Oh, that feels really good,” Amy moaned breathily as Sally’s fingers moved in and out of her slowly. It was agonisingly good as the Princess pushed her fingers in as deep as they could go, before extricating them, unhurried. Each painful, leisurely ministration burned the young hedgehog with passion. Since giving up on Sonic, Amy had nothing, no lustful thoughts, and now her repressed sexuality was being reawakened by the person she had lost him to.

Finally, Sally removed her fingers from inside Amy; she trailed each digit across the hedgehog’s lips, making the girl lick up her own juices. The Princess reached to the girl’s shoulders and pulled down her dress, exposing her lightly tanned breasts and puffy pink nipples. “You look beautiful,” Sally said, simply because it was true. She teased the hedgehog's swollen nipples for a few moments, before leaning down to kiss and softly bite then.

“That feels so good,” growled Amy, biting her lips to stop herself from crying out and alerting the entire village to what was going on. Each gentle bite sent a new wave of pleasure throughout her body, as if she was being consumed from within by raw passion.

Sally pushed Amy down so that the girl was now lying flat on her back; she parted the pink hedgehog’s long, curvy legs, enjoying the view of what was between. The foreplay had made Amy’s inner thighs slick and wet from her juices; they were trailing down her lovely legs, slowly, so Sally bent down to lick them up slowly, savouring the slightly-tangy taste they left on her tongue. She flicked her tongue out, snake-like, to probe Amy’s moistened vagina. Amy’s body was trembling from the attentions it was recieving from Sally; as soon as the Princess’ rough tongue slipped inside her wet slit, Amy’s walls produced more lubrication, allowing it to slide in deeper. The hedgehog’s clit was swollen and throbbing, burning hotly, desiring attention. Sally decided not to disappoint it; she tweaked the sensitive nub of flesh between two fingers, twisting and squeezing until Amy moaned out loud.

Sensing that Amy was close to climax, Sally hurried her pace; her only focus was the thought, the feel, the taste of her one-time love-rival, now her lover. She only cared about bringing her to orgasm, as quickly as possible. The Princess closed her soft brown eyes, continuing her quickened ministrations on Amy’s sensitive vagina; she licked, probed, deeply inside the girl’s wet vagina; she rubbed, stroked, squeezed and pulled her clit until, at last, Amy orgasmed. A rush of sticky, white fluids exploded from the girl, soaking Sally’s light brown face; try as might, she could not lick up all of the tangy-sweet juices flowing from her lover.

“Oh, Sally,” Amy whispered between quickly-drawn breaths, utterly happy and at peace. “That was amazing.” All their earlier thoughts about Sonic had been pushed aside; all that mattered was right now, the bonds between the two of them as they explored and cared for each other.

Sally panted, wiping her soaked face with the back of her hand. “Really? You think so?”

“Mm.” Amy nodded, her long, luxurious spines flowing seductively. Her voice turned low, seductive, sultry. “Now. It’s your turn, Princess.” Before Sally could say or do anything, Amy had her pinned down to the bed. She had no idea where the young girl got this sudden access of strength from, but it both aroused and intimidated her. Two fingers slipped down Sally’s moist vagina, making it tremble slightly with arousal. Amy’s other hand slid down Sally’s chest, squeezing and fondling her large – compared to Amy’s petite ones, anyway – breasts and protruding nipples.

The Princess let out a soft moan when Amy slid between her legs and began sucking on her wet slit; she breathed harder, suppressing a tiny yelp, when she felt teeth on the sensitive flesh of her clitoris. Amy bit down on the tiny nub gently, pulling it, streching it ever so slightly, enjoying the way Sally bucked and writhed underneath her. A wet, agile tongue slipped out of the young girl’s mouth and thrust deeply into Sally’s warm vagina. Feeling that fast-moving, moist serpent move within her, coupled with her earlier activities, brought Sally to an orgasm in a rush; come surged from her body, flowing into Amy’s eager and waiting mouth. The young girl drank deeply, sighing with pleasure at the salty-sweet taste catching in her throat slightly. To her, it was as divine as Nectar.

The lovers relaxed, entwining themselves in each other’s arms and legs, like a slippery-wet snake. They were both coming down from their high, past the post-orgasmic bliss that clouded all thought, and now they were thinking properly again. “Sally, what are you going to tell Sonic?” asked Amy. She really hoped that this would not be one brief, dazzling experience. Her vagina throbbed hotly, hoping that the act could be repeated.

Sally stroked the young girl’s spines, trying to impart some comfort to her. “I honestly don’t know,” she sighed. “I think I’ll have to tell him. After that, who knows what will happen.”

“I loved it,” Amy said. “Being with you.”

“I loved being with you.”

(The End)
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