Ecstasy
A/N: I know echidnas have a weird...penis...but for the sake of the character his head only has one. I'll just say that now. Lol, nonetheless, I made another Knuckles-only fic because he's my most fave (including Shaodw). I wrote this outta boredom one night. I'm sure if it's good. Tell me what yo think...
He grunted in frustration as he pumped himself on the side of one of the pillars surrounding the Master Emerald, sweat doused his fur and his gloves making his grip more slippery then necessary. Knuckles had been masturbating all afternoon to alleviate the boredom he suffered. He lies flat on his sweaty back in front of the Master Emerald, its green glow giving him warmth as he brought his pumping to a crawl. He stared down at his erect, fleshy penis and felt the soft flabbiness of the overall organ that made him a male. It was wet with precum and the stickiness soaked the palm of his glove.
Taking his thumb, Knuckles slowly rubbed the head, shuddering at the ticklishness it gave him when the leather fabric of his glove brushed against it. He wanted to blow off but his arm was getting tired from all the vigorous pumping from earlier. He withdrew his hand and began to play with it instead, pulling it back and watching it as it bounced back and forth like a cat's toy on a spring. His mind told him to pump but his arms told him to rest. He's already a hot mess as if he had intercourse with another already, but who would love the recluse echidna enough to give him a wild ride on the stone steps he lay upon?
Turning his head, Knuckles gazes over at the field of grass nearby and pouts.
"What a day..." He croaks hoarsely as he sits up and gets back up into his feet. He needed to head into the small hut Sonic, Tails, Cream and Amy helped build for him so he could wash himself off. He winces because the stones hurt his back from lying on it all day, but nonetheless makes it to his home and heads directly for the shower.
He turns the knob on the coldest setting and strips himself of his gloves and shoes before stepping into the small space and was immediately greeted by the freezing cold water dousing his red fur. He shivered instinctively, but shakes it off. He looks down at his still erect penis and decides to take it into his hand once again...and begins to pump himself slowly as the water poured over him.
He grunts as he tugs and pulls at his sexual organ in hopes to make himself cum again. The dripping cold water acted as a lube as he slowly pumped himself into rhythm. Eventually, the echidna started to grunt. He eventually started to pant, and then, he started to growl.
If he weren't in the shower, he'd be sweating like usual, but not this time. Precum jutted out his head. The moment he sees this he suddenly pumps faster, the cold water leaving him rigid and aggressive towards himself as he pumps unbelievably quick just to satisfy his boredom from earlier; the feeling become more and more pleasurable after a while.
Knuckles suddenly howls. He can feel himself ready to burst. Despite the pain in his arm he maintains a fast, vigorous self-handjob and cries out again. Is he gonna blow? He's gonna blow!
He stopped pumping the moment the hot sticky whiteness exits his body and squirts all over the wall in front of him, leaving him gasping for air as he now released what he'd been waiting to release for all this time. He's lucky he's in the shower already—clean up would've been a mess. He takes the shower head off it's holster and rinses off his semen off the walls. He proceeds to use the bar of soap to clean himself afterwards. Washing his penis was now a ticklish experience, but he enjoyed the "after" sensations he experienced. Staying in the shower much longer just to soak up the water, he ponders on how I'd be if he was with a partner; how much more pleasurable it would've been if a female echidna was in there with him, caressing his cheeks, stroking his member, making him excited...thoughts like these can become reality.
One tune Knuckles did picture being with Rouge or Amy, but he quickly brushed off the thoughts knowing how much he hated the bat and how Amy was younger then him. They were the only females he knew besides Cream—much younger then him by a decade, Vanilla, Cream's mother and Blaze at the most. They were mere friends he couldn't bring himself to sexualize them and pretend to be on them. Growling, he finishes showering and steps out, grabbing his towel and drying his fur. His locks drip streams as he tied his towel about his waist and exits the cramped bathroom and sits in dirt of the fireplace to keep warm and dry himself off faster.
The echidna thinks, brows furrowed. It's boring on Angel Island but he can't leave unless absolutely necessary. He thinks about how he once turned down little Cream's offer to join her and Amy to the Chao Garden for tea and cookies and remembered the sadness in her eyes. Poor thing meant well, and he knew he missed an opportunity to break the monotony. Amy glared at him before walking off with a defeated Cream and instantly felt regret.
He remembered when Sonic offered to him to come down and be a guest at a party at his and Tails' house. He refused out of pettiness because he hated Sonic for doing whatever he wished when he wished. Sonic left with a confused face that day at the echidna's roughness and never bothered him again.
These thoughts made the sweet release in the shower feel like nothing, and Knuckles growled. He felt himself and noted he was becoming flaccid. It didn't matter about masturbation and feeling bored anymore. It was about trying to be more open with people so he would be jerking off before the Master Emerald like a sex stud in a breeding mill.
He made a promise to himself that he'll open up more to others. He didn't however, made a promise to stop masturbating...
A/N: Well, I hope I did a good job with this Fic enough to earn a fave or review. Knuckles had time to think and release himself all in this fic. My first time writing this stuff so I'll need to practice more, maybe this time Knux is with someone? I'm not sure. Hope someone enjoys it.