Disclaimer: for specific reason that will become obvious I have changed Character age. I know Amy's twelve, but for all intensive purposes let's say Sonic's not a pedophile and that Amy is 18? Don't like, don't read...

Chapter one: Sonic

I got the letter on the 11th of September. A little late notice I'd say for a competition that started on the 30th of October.

Dear Hero or Heroine,

How nicely personalized these invites were. How much thought they must have put into each delicately typed word. No sentence closed with a pin point of carbon black ink without the author carefully considering the effect his understated poetry might have on the reader.

Each word made me feel more and more like a statistic.

You are hereby officially invited to the first and perhaps the last Brawl international fighting tournament. Come to test your skills against other superstars from around the world to see who is the best of the best. The winner will receive whatever he or she desires most in the world. The competition will begin October 30th but we expect to hear from you by the 24th of September. Please RSVP by mail to receive details as to location time and exact date of preferred arrival for the tournaments beginning.

Hearing from you soon,

M.H.

It was vague. So very vague. Whoever this M.H. was must have been a much greater writer then I had first suspected.

The suspense was killing me.

I was shamelessly hooked. I pulled out the first scrap of paper I found; surely tails wouldn't miss it, and wrote a rather short RSVP of my own.

Hey,

Yeah, I'll be there, wherever 'there' is. Let me know when and where soon!

This stupid thing arrived on the 11th of September so if it's late, it's not my fault.

Peace, Sonic

Take that you vague bastard.

Surprisingly the next letter came later that week and was even more sparsely detailed than the first.

Pack your things hero. Keep in mind you will be away from your home for a year. A car with black rims and windows will pick you up early on the 3rd of October to take you to the location of the competition ( a rather impressive mansion if I do say so myself). On the way you will be asked to fill out a couple of papers all of which are confidential and will help you in the event that you win. See you in a few weeks.

M.H.

I saw awesome and terrible potential in all this, and not much else in-between. The car with black rims and windows kinda made me nauseas. By the sounds of it this M.H. guy was way more interested in selling me into human trafficking then watching me fight.

But the mansion part, Jesus! That got my attention. Never really stayed in one of those, never really had the chance. Not by myself that is, it seemed that every time the opportunity came up to stay somewhere nice Amy was always right next to me excepting the invitation for both of us.

How aggravating.

She wasn't the girl. And by that I mean I couldn't sleep next to her. Have sex with her, pretend I love her, that sort of thing but never sleep next to her. That takes trust. Naw, who am I kidding, I couldn't sleep most nights. Insomnia plagued me most nights of my life. They consisted of lying in the dark with my eyes wide open staring at the outline of a ceiling fan for nine hours, waiting for movement. Or watching rerun after rerun after rerun on the bright T.V. screen listening to the same laugh reels and the same jokes. After the third week of no sleep the world starts to turn around that ceiling fan and you start to think of the laugh reels and how the people have been dead for no less then thirty years. That's what you think about when you don't sleep. But it's only when you start laughing with those undead only then have you truly lost all hope of recovery.

Only then do you become zombie capitol of Mobotropolis.

That's me.

This is the reason I ran so fast, was so cocky, am so confident. It's all the default settings that everyone is blessed with upon conception, just in case your brain decides to unplug. I'm capable of complex and deep thought I swear, but that just takes too much brain power for someone like me who's running on reserves. So your body works outside your pesky brain to make you walk, talk, and function semi-normally. But really you're just a shell of your true potential. You are just a puppet really with a totally smashed puppet master.

I'm not trying to make excuses for my behavior, by all means. I'm just giving you the facts.

Anyway, I regress. Back to the mansion. Maybe there I could find some sort of peace in a change of surroundings. No Amy, no Knuckles, no Tails. As much as I care about all of them after time your patience does begin to wear. The same old people, the same old scene, the same old bullshit and monotony. For most people it ends somewhere the routine ha! Not here, not for me. Dr. Eggman will eventually try to take over the small world and do so by evil means and everyone will panic. The panic and chaos of everything will erupt to a climax and something huge and epic will happen. No one will have hope for salvation, Dr. Eggman will briefly rein supreme and the end of all we know will loom. Then I appear, since I can't sleep I might as well save the world right? And I do every time, all the time over and over again, save our small world.

And guaranteed it will happen all over again the next day, everyone just as scared, just as surprised.

We are zombie capitol of the world.

The mansion began to sound better and better with every turn of the rusty gears in my head.

But for a year? Could I handle being away from all this for that long? As much as routine drove me nuts it was to an extent comforting in a life with so little.

I put the directional letter in a desk I wouldn't need to look at it again the instructions were clear. Besides I had already written an RSVP my fate was neatly sealed.

Ah, well, I thought. Nothing bad could possibly happen. I'm sure Knuckles and Tails and everyone will understand.

I should have figured that they would be okay, but I'd forgotten about Amy and the reaction from hell I would get from her. Sure enough the day I was supposed to leave, bags in hand and half way out the door. Who should appear? The one person I didn't give any thought to.

Well, trying to leave quietly for a year and without alerting your supposed girlfriend doesn't usually go hand in hand.

I shouldn't have been so surprised to hear the all too familiar voice.

"Where you going?" I was instantly enraged.

"What? What do ya care?" I threw my bags out the door and followed them.

"What do you mean 'why should I care'?" She did a really dead on impression of me. "I'm your girlfriend," she came towards me arms open.

I felt my body go limp despite the demands of my brain to run screaming.

"I'm leaving Amy, for awhile," I turned to her a humoring smile coming across my cocaine numb face. This is acceptable behavior, my body told my brain. Hold her.

"Well where Sonic?" She caved into my body and put her hands on my face.

I considered telling her a huge lie. Orphans, the President, national Disaster, Eggman again, but the only part of my brain that was functioning the limbic system, told me to be an emotional little girl and spill the beans.

"I'm leaving for a year okay? Is that okay with you Amy?" My body would surely punish me for this outburst. Pulverize my weakened immune system with pneumonia, meningitis.

"A YEAR??!!" She screeched, but why? She was so melodramatic it only encouraged my emotional instability.

"I don't know why because I want to. Got a problem?"

I was split brained. When she said yes, which she would, I might just well stay with her and be happy for the rest of my life. Or I just might take off then and there without another word to her just to ensure she'd cry.

Both seemed so deliciously tragic.

"Yes! Of course I've got a problem!"

Bingo, yatzee, what I tell ya? How predictable.

She pulled me towards her, burying her head into my chest if anything just to get closer to my heart so that when she gnawed it out of my ribcage she'd have a clearer shot.

When you haven't slept for three weeks that's the stuff you think about.

I grabbed her back, giving her skin a caress and my body something to live off before I pushed her away. I picked up my bags and began to walk towards the curb.

"Where are you going exactly?" She grabbed my elbow to stop me.

It was then I realized, "I don't know…"

Her eyes got as wide as a squid, "you don't know?!"

In front of me a starch black car pulled up close to the sidewalk.

The car.

"How do you know you'll be okay?"

"I know because I'm sonic sweets. I'll be more than okay," I threw her a crooked smile I knew she wouldn't be able to say no to.

She looked about as unconfident as I was confident. She saw the car behind me and realization darkened her face, "I can't stop you can I?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "guess not." I took another step towards the curb and I could feel Amy's eyes of doom on me, pink hair in her face and an aura of hopelessness that she wore so well. Her grip on my arm wouldn't break.

She spun me around, a force to be reckoned with, "is there any way that I could come with you?"

"No way!" I didn't even consider the possibility, it was never an option.

"Well," she messed with the hair behind my ears, "I'm gonna really miss you."

"Yeah," there was no in-between, "I'm gonna miss you too." I was either a cold-hearted bastard or a weepy eyed pussy. I gave Amy a kiss.

Her mouth left mine and began to trace a line to my ear. Normally not a nasty girl, Amy's deliberate attempt to give me a raging hard on was raising red flags. She reached my ear and without much notice began to nibble and bite.

I became subdued, gelatinous, and ready for whatever she was planning, I wouldn't put up a fight. I started to float out of consciousness as hearts raced and breathing increased. This was the only time I ever really felt alive or close to it.

A honk from the car behind me made both of us jump. Reality rushed in and I was even angrier then before.

"Yeah, yeah give me a minute!" I shouted over my shoulder. "Okay Amy make it quick I got to go seriously."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, "a year is a long time to be away from your girlfriend, don't ya think?"

Wonderful Amy. Stupid Amy. I'm about to take off for a year to God knows where by myself, and she's not questioning any of this. Wonderfully stupid Amy was more concerned with being porked one final time.

Sometimes I wondered, maybe she was the perfect girl for me.

There was another honk from the car.

"SHIT!!!"

"Oh, Sonic don't be so vulgar. I'll talk to him," She pranced off to the curbside window, bubbles seemed to trail behind.

I turned rubbing my head with my hand. I sucked in a few breaths. I couldn't wait for the smell of the car, the feel of victory closing in.

But I could humor Amy, once more…

I heard footsteps behind me, "he said that he could wait thirty minutes." Amy cooed down my neck.

"What did you tell him?" I was semi-horrified. Meh, what did it matter?

Without a word or eye contact I grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the house and into the lab. There we made good use of our thirty minutes all over Tail's computer chair. Amy begged me not there. What choice did she have?

As soon as I finished I was gone. Amy told me obsessively how much she loved me as she began to fall asleep.

"Don't forget me Sonic!"

Yeah, yeah…

"It wouldn't feel so amazing if we weren't so very right together."

The sex was good but anything amazing would have to be put under investigation.

"Please don't leave me Sonic," she said sleepily.

"Mmm-hhmmm," I hoisted her into my arms and carried her to my bedroom. Lying her down on the bed, I was grateful that someone would get some use out of it.

"Sonic you came so deep inside of me, what if I get pregnant?"

"Don't be stupid, I'm sterile," I would say a list of ridiculous things to get her off my back.

"Sterile people don't cum silly!"

Wonderful stupid Amy.

"See ya in a year sweets," I kissed her yawning mouth.

She mumbled something incoherent as I slammed the door between us closed.

The cars insides were impressively impersonal. The car contained leather for days, speakers to replace regular talking, and a window to separate the driver and passenger.

"Don't worry about me," I said sarcasm being lost on the dark pane of glass. I'll get my own bags.

"How very typical of you hero types. Unprofessional," the speaker next to me scoffed.

Who was this guy? Where did he get off with an attitude like that? Better question; who cares?

"Hey, buddy, how about you focus on driving as not so much sticking your nose in other people's business huh?" I yelled at the speaker.

"You should have dealt with your personal business before the last minute," the driver said pulling onto the street.

The gall.

I pressed my forehead against the window that was protecting the driver from an untimely demise, "do you get paid to be such an insufferable asshole because you're really good at it."

I heard a click next to me as a couple sheets of paper popped from a secret compartment.

The papers were canary yellow the color of importance, they were crisp and warm as if they had just been freshly printed for my aesthetic appreciation.

"Now fill those out as quickly as possible and don't lag."

The nerve.

"You must have them filled out by the time we reach the mansion."

The paper was full of questions. Boring questions, generic questions, the kind of questions your doctor asks you during a physical.

Weight, height, allergies, I didn't answer any of these. Why were the answers significant?

Name? Sonic the Hedgehog with loves bitches, left or right- handed? What the hell did that matter? Well, I jack off with my right I guess that's the million dollar answer for such a pertinent question. I scribbled down the each response rather humorlessly as the driver continued to turn corners and pass down alleyways gray and abandoned. All of this I saw in only bits and pieces just beyond my peripheral vision as I filled out my application. Finally the last question was presented. In the event of your victory, what do you wish to be your prize?

"Hey what do I do with this?" I pushed the papers against the glass.

"Give them to the boss he's inside."

"Where?" I asked.

"Look to your left."

Sure enough there it was high, white, columned and massive. The single most luxurious place I had ever come across. The place was graced with almost Spanish architecture against rolling hills and surrounded by mountainous trees. I could also see some Japanese influences but the atmosphere was mostly Mediterranean. The car had parked in a round about type structure and in front of us was the grand entrance. I nearly forgot my bags in my zeal to search the grounds, to feel around. Shaking with excitement I ran up stairs that lead me passed a marvelous Grecian statue of an Aquarius woman, up to more stairs until I hit an arched entryway to a long marbled porch. The door into the mansion was glass with wrought iron grilled and twisted into impressive and masterful flower patterns that were hard to see through. I pressed my nose against it put could see no sign of life. I rang the doorbell that looked more expensive then my life and waited. After like a million years of waiting without any answer I decided to do some superficial exploration. I took the path to the right hoping to find something in that direction. There was a beautiful garden blooming big with flowers and greenery, everything huge and gaudy smelling like incense and honey. In the distant further down one of the hills I could see a massive pool sparkling blue and white a perfect replication of the sky above so that the viewer felt a sense of vertigo, where did the earth end and the sky begin?

Heaven didn't have a damn thing of this place.

"Sonic? I presume?"

It was the door. Someone had finally answered the bell and the said person was now waiting behind me.

"Yup, that's me." I picked up my bags, "you can take it from here right?"

The man gave me an undeserved nasty look before relieving me of my load.

"Right this way…sir," he nearly choked on his last word. He was so good at that classic butler thing that if I had had any money I would have tipped him.

He opened the big wrought iron door and led me through a long linoleum walkway, under arched doors, and through a hall of mirrors and statues and Persian rugs. At the end of the journey there was a huge ornate golden door.

"They're in there," he pointed. "I'll take your bags to your room where they will be waiting for you."

I took a deep breath and listened to the footsteps of the butler as he wandered further from me. I pushed open the doors and stepped into a huge dining hall with a very Elizabethan feel.

I took the only empty seat by the door, sizing up my competition I was being met with some rather angry faces.

"What's up?"

"You're late that's what," a red-haired man whose nose was more impressively structured then the house was a bold fellow.

"Well, then how 'bout you catch me up on what I missed?"

"Nothing," Mario. I looked up to the small Italian legend to confirm. "We haven't started."

"It seems then that I'm not late."

"We were waiting for you to begin," the voice was dark and smoky. I turned towards it's ferocity to find a puffball in my view.

My snort of surprise was loud and reverberating.

The masked puffball was glaring daggers at me. I just laughed even more uncontrollably. Weak competition if you ask me.

Just then the doors flew open as our host made his way to the head chair.

He was a hand. That's it. No muscles, flexors or extensors, no epidermis, no brain. He was just huge and floating and wriggling his phantom extremities.

"Wow," I heard someone mutter as the hand sat, a loose statement, in its seat. It didn't have to wait for our attention he had had it all along.

"I for the sake of all will make this brief," where the hell the voice was coming from was the million dollar question.

"There are some certain ground rules that you must be aware of. First there are no girls in the men's wing and no men in the girls wing…"

I smirked, easy.

"Not fighting outside of the arenas unless it is for training purposes."

Don't let anyone piss you off, got it.

"There is to be no drinking for those under the age of 21…"

I'm 21 it's all good.

"Fourth and lastly there are to be no alliance or teams being forged inside the house, it's every man for himself. Now in regards to the final prize it can be anything you wish, that of course being what you wrote on your papers on the trip over. If at any time that desire may change just talk to either me or someone else here on the staff. The wish will also be granted in the event of your victory only if it doesn't conflict with the wishes or desires of another. So let's say Gannondorf wishes for Links death, that would obviously conflict with Links desires to remain living. So the wish would be invalid and Gannondorf would be asked to select another. This process can be repeated as many times as necessary for Gannondorf to make a reasonable request."

"What about handicaps?" A female asked.

And a looker at that. She had long golden hair, long slender ears and wrists and eyes the color of peace. What a specimen. You know for those who may have an unfair advantage, she concluded her thought giving a nervous sideways cock of the head towards the beast at the other end of the table.

Gannondorf caught the motion and laughed. An almost flattered look stroked his face.

"Well, yes there will be some handicaps placed on those with certain extraordinary abilities. Faster fighters will have their speed reduced ands strong fighters will also be subdued. Moreover those who can fly will have their ability neutralized."

"How much?" I asked, "How much will the handicap effect fast fighters?"

The M.H. was not a generous fellow, "for you Sonic nearly half."

"Half!" I was on my feet, singled out, the sacrificial lamb, the Jew in Nazi Germany. I looked around for someone else who shared my indignation. Surprise, surprise not a soul. "HALF??!!!" I screamed again as if he hadn't been there for my first squeaky outburst.

"You are at least ten times faster then anyone here you will still have a substantial advantage."

"What about stronger people? What will be their handicap?" Some guy in a cape was trying to steal my moment.

"Depends on the competitor, Gannondorf will be unable to use the triforce as will be the same for Link. You Ike will be unable to use the power of Aetha and so on and so forth down the line."

There was an all around air of smugness form the brawny group, no handicap would stop them. What a bunch of assholes.

I sat back down. No use arguing with someone with no frontal lobe.

"Will there ever be a time when the handicaps come off?" Elf woman was full of questions. Every statement stemmed back to Gannondorf. I was beginning to see a pattern of distrust.

"Yes," the M.H. was floating like a giant over inflated balloon stiff and still. "There are smash balls that will be employed occasionally into the battles. This will temporarily remove the handicaps."

"Ah, I see," the Elf cast her eyes to the floor.

"If that is all the questions, then I will continue to the rooming situation. First I will let all of the women know that each of you will be able to have your own room." There was a break in the speech and another question, "Yes Nana?"

"Will I and my brother still be able to fight together even though we aren't rooming together?"

"Yes of course."

The brother and sister smiled at each other. Matching parkas, real cute.

"So when you hear your name please come up and get the key to your room, you are then free to leave and get yourself settled in. First off, Princess Peach!"

They say that when you see the one you love, time slows down. Well, that's a rotten lie. It speeds up. You see bit and pieces, blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect legs moving briskly, a gloved hand then she's gone and all that she has left you with is a smell and the overwhelming feeling that you have missed something. Then everything moved independently of me. People pulled apart from the table, grabbed keys then left the room. I can't remember taking mine, but I did. Night as restless as it could have been. My internal voice a fugue, my stomach a constant knot to keep bile from rising into my esophagus, and my senses trying to convert a smell to something edible and tangible was an exhausting effort that made hours twist to minutes. I was ill with the anticipation of seeing her again.

I woke up the next morning. I had slept? A good hour according to my rooms' clock. Amazing.

My roommate had already left (it was Mr. Game and watch by the way) and all seemed to be relatively quiet.

And it stayed that way with little to no sightings of the Princess, my Princess for nearly a month well there was a few times by the pool, but I'd rather not get into that. I figured everyone was training in case they were the first to fight on the 30th. No on wanted to loose any points right off the bat. I wasn't scared I knew I'd do fine I am Sonic and with or without a handicap, I own.

But I didn't. The first fight, yeah it was me, and for the record I couldn't have gotten less of a heads up, and it was against Pit. The guy with the wing handicap and the running shorts, that one. I don't really want to talk about it but is seems if all of this is to progress and to make sense I have to. So I'll make it quick. The guy had a dress and feathered hair. He might have even been wearing sandals but I wasn't awake long enough to analyze his footwear. The arena was massive and filled with people were find they get such a huge audience I will never know. They even had a plasma screen television for endorsements and fighter statistics. Commentators with their crisp ironed voices narrated the fight.

This is all I remember.

"Sonic and Pit make their way to the center stage. Sonic of course having a great speed and fan advantage over the old school Pit seems more then a shoe-in for the win today."

"Oh, I disagree I think Pit has the greatest mixture of both speed and brawn to win this match today, regardless of Sonic massive fan base."

"Well that most certainly is a good point. We'll see how it all pans out in a few minutes. There's the signal to start and the contestant are assuming positions."

"It seems that Sonic has assumed his famous curled position and has launched himself...," the rest I don't remember. But I can safely assume that their succeeding comments were something to this effect.

"Oh….,"cue a long dramatic pause and a gasp from the audience. "Well, um…it seems that Pit has with one hit knocked the true blue blur unconscious."

"He definitely isn't moving very much, is he?"

"Indeed he isn't. Let's see what the ref. has to say about Sonic's condition." (A few agonizing seconds of lag) "Yes, he is unconscious the fight goes to Pit!!"

"And a lame fight at that."

"At only thirty seconds it could possibly be the shortest recorded fight in history. Sonic has lost and ten points are rewarded to Pit."

The son of a bitch.

When I cam back into consciousness, so temporary as it was, I was on a gurney with Peach the golden haired angel with her pale wrist so close, guiding me under one fluorescent light then another. When I blacked out again the smell of strawberry was deep in my system.

This was the first time I dreamed of Peach.

She was naked, made of hills, pearls and pomegranate, sprawled on her back on black sheets blinking her dark lashes as if waking. Her hair was splayed out across her chest in ripples like a map for my hands to cross and when I touched her, skin met goddess soft velvet and the electric current made me tense in my stomach. I circled my fingers around her breast, perfect handfuls, until she smiled a half moon arching herself to me, I moaned, the feel of her perfect physique making me harder then trigonometry.

"Come here," she whispered.

I fell on her ravenous and in torture with the weight of my wanting, so heavy I knew my body would be wasted once it was satisfied. The last of my existence for this moment, for Peach, lots of things die after they fuck and they are more then happy. The crown was gone from her head showing me that she was more mine then a princess so I kissed her right on the lips and savored her returning affection. As I fought my way into her, Peach tore at the sheets around her, gripping them tight in her small hands. I felt the virgin head break, and in a moment she was good for no other man but me, christening the pain she felt with a sharp yelp.

I apologized with a kiss on each of her eyelids.

Oh, what a virgin she had been. With little effort and time spend on the minor details she erupted, wrapping herself firmly around me. I thought of the look on Amy's face if she were to find me in such a compromising position to keep from exploding myself. I wrapped my arms around Peach and buried my head into the nook between her chin and shoulder, biting preparing to ride her though a long beautiful wave after wave. I could feel the lubb dubb in her chest as the heart there pumped liters of blood to all the right places and her nails dug into my back. The feeling of it all was sublime.

When she finished she was still clinging to me and breathing in my ear like she knew the effect it had.

"Stop," she nearly pleaded. "It hurts…"

But goddamn it, how could I? How could she ask that?

"No Peach," I laughed. "It's too tight I think I'm caught." I whispered in her ear, "you gotta let go of me lovely."

She nodded once, forcefully unhinging her arms from around me. I pulled them over her head keeping them locked by the wrists.

"Can you let me finish?"

So help the girl, she nodded her head, but her eyes were panicked letting me know that she didn't have a clue as to what I was talking about. I couldn't help but laugh.

I started rocking her again.

"Stop! Please! Don't move it!!"

I grabbed her jaw with my free hand and coaxed it open, shoving a length of my tongue into her mouth tasting vanilla and cinnamon. It was a strong hint but she took it and proceeded to shut the hell up. I moved my free hand between her legs to help myself finish the job, making mad work of her there while my mouth drooled on and over hers, the hand that held her wrist bore bruises into them.

She would remember me at least for a few days.

I bit her in the frenzy to be acknowledged, my sharp little teeth causing her to arch again. My hand slipped under her and held her so.

"Oh please!! Stop it!! It all hurts… so bad!!"

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her delicate body being destroyed under me.

She climaxed again to her and Is' surprise squeezing unconsciously internally those tight warm walls.

"AHHhh! Sonic!!"

Her toes curled and my eyes rolled back in my head. I pulled myself up over her releasing her arms. My hands on her shoulders, I told her, "say my name again."

In-between gasps, "Sonic!"

Frenzied, "again!!"

She was lost in her own ecstasy.

"PEACH!!" I shook her, "do you want me to come in you?"

Shaky nods were her only reply and then, "but it burns…I don't know what you're going to do to me!"

"It's going to feel so good Peach. I'm going to make you feel so warm! Do you want that?"

She meekly nodded her head.

"But you have to ask me nicely Peach," there was a trail of fluids between me and her. Rubbing against her was all the coaxing she needed.

"OH! Sonic! Sonic! PLEASE!!"

My blood boiled and a huge pressure was building, painfully as I dived, "keep…talking."

"What do I say? Ah, that hurts!" She was sobbing.

"But, you like it. Do you like it?"

"Yes. Oh God!!"

I ran my thumb over her mouth around her lips, has anyone made you feel this good?

"No…never!"

And never again I thought.

Out of nowhere an earthquake erupted shaking me from my pit as I began emptying every drop of myself into the Princesses reciprocal, growling and moaning my fool head off.

"Sonic!! SONIC!!"

It was then I noticed something was wrong. I wasn't shaking I was being shaken. And I was aware of an image, Peach over me not under me, calling my name again and again not in ecstasy but rather concern.

Realization hit me like a freight train.

Don't do this to me, I thought as the image of the moaning Peach left me for the reality over me.

Shit.

"Sonic are you all right?" The Goddess.

I noticed first that I could only see out of one eye so I reached for my other. A bandage was all I could feel. Pit.

That son of a bitch.

Then I was mildly aware of the warm, sticky between my legs.

"Oh, no…," I mumbled before I could catch myself.

"Sonic what's the matter?"

Answer her you idiot! "Oh, nothing I'm fine. Why… *gasp*…what's up?" I was panting, hard, barely able to talk.

"Well," she crossed her arms. "You were moaning in your sleep, a lot…"

God she was beautiful. I tried to play it off as if I had no idea what she was talking about, "really? That's strange because I feel fine…ah!" The little bit of whatever was left in me decided to make a rather abrupt exit at that very moment.

"Well, I thought you might have been in pain." She hadn't notice, "how's your head?" She reached her long slender arm to my forehead and gently caressed the area.

I melted into the pillows, "wha…?"

"This silly," she smiled causing her eyes to squint.

"Wha…?" The bandage you idiot! I had to close my eyes to talk to her, "oh, yeah that!!! Excellent, can't feel a thing."

"That's good. I wrapped it myself so I wasn't sure how it was going to turn out."

"You..? You helped me?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"And have you been here all night?"

"Yup."

I knew how I was staring at her, in confusion, extreme gratitude and love. I didn't even care if she noticed. I wanted her to see, I would never be able to successfully express these sensations to her orally. The thoughts in me were too complex and intricate to communicate. Convictions were rising so quickly that I had no idea as to how to even beginning categorizing them let alone following them. I imagined an electrical storm inside my brain, that's what they say it looks like when you have a seizure. When you are overloaded with information and you mind tries to compensate with a plethora of pulses until everything just shuts down.

Yeah, for sure Peach wouldn't understand that. So I just smiled crookedly at her instead, "thanks."

"Of course no problem!" She cocked her head to the side to get a closer look at the damage done to my head, "poor Sonic." She roamed behind my ear giving it a scratch, "this shouldn't happen to someone so cute!"

Oh, yeah she wanted me.

Now, normally I would hate to be talked to like a dog, but I could make an exception. Just this once.

"Anything else I could do for you?"

As huge of an orgasm as I had just had, I found myself getting hard again, which reminded me. I searched quickly for a bathroom I could see one across the hall. "Um, yeah actually could you go get me something to drink? And a couple more blankets?"

"Sure. Are you cold?"

Actually I was burning up, but I knew that the heat would go away and I would be left in a cold sweat, "yeah, extremely."

"Well, the pain killers you're on have that side-effect."

"What like wet dreams?" I was horrified.

"Huh? What was that?" She hadn't heard. Thank you lord!

"Nothing. The medicine's giving me the chills."

She smiled at me, "okay I'll be right back." I followed her down the hall, my eyes tracing a line up and down her perfect hourglass body. Since when had her dressed gotten so tight?

I broke my leer in favor of better game.

I rushed to the bathroom just across the hall and as quickly as I could finished myself off a second time, the thought of her ass in that dress burning me up. I then cleaned myself off as best as I could in the sink. I ran back into my room and grabbed the blankets I had cum on shoving them into the cabinet under the sink. The maid would find them in the morning but by then I would be long gone.

I got back into the room just in time. Peach had the drinks balanced on a tray and the blankets thrown over her arm.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted so I brought some options," she set the tray down on the table next to me. "I brought milk, orange juice, and some water. No soda it's far too late for that it would keep you up all night."

"Ha! Oops…sorry. I mean, thanks."

She opened up the blanket, "here." She threw it over me, "comfortable?"

I was mesmerized, "yea."

"What would you like to drink?"

"The orange juice would be great."

She handed it to me, "take this too." It was a small red and white pill.

I was skeptical, "okay if the doctor says so." I shoved the pill in my mouth and downed the orange juice.

"Better?" She took the empty glass form me, setting it back on the tray.

"Much. So," I was truly feeling better and was ready to talk. "What did you think of that joke of a match, huh?"

"It was okay, it wasn't very much of a fight I'd say."

"Please, I would have kicked that guys butt if he hadn't cheated."

"Oh? And how did he cheat exactly?"

"He was like a big huge billboard for a gay bar it was distracting with the wings and the dress and the sandals. He was wearing running shorts, did you see that bullshit?"

She laughed.

"And a tiara! Holy cow I forgot about that."

"That's not cheating!" She pushed me gently on the shoulder. "Silly."

It might just have been me but her hand lingered there for a second. She placed her hand back on her lap where I stared at it. Without thinking, a routine thing for me, I grabbed the hand that had so briefly touched me, feeling momentarily the valley between her thighs. I brought the hand to my face giving it a tug, "come here!" I mimicked the voice from my dream.

"Gosh, d-demanding aren't we?!"

"Just come here!"

She stood up tentatively giving me the once over, to see if my intention were pure. She must have seen something I didn't know I had and took a step forward. When she was close enough for me to wrap an arm around I grabbed her about the waist. For a second we were in a pose like we were going to start dancing, her arm on my shoulder and mine the way they were. I brought her to the edge of the bed and sat her on it. She followed my lead giving only a few words of protest.

"Wait…? Hold on…? Sonic!!"

Once I had her successfully sat down I dropped the weight of my head into her lap.

"H-hey what d-do you t-think…?"

"Scratch it!" I pointed at my ear. I had my eyes closed a bit embarrassed by my own boldness so I couldn't tell if she was seriously as flustered as she sounded.

"Oh, but Sonic if someone were to walk in what would they think?"

"Scratch it!!"

No matter how she felt she began to gently massage the area.

She wanted me.

I clutched the blanket she had placed on me and tried to stay awake. That's right. Stay awake! Something was putting me to sleep and fast. Nothing ever put me to sleep. A drossy stupor was coming over me so quickly, intoxicating me. I buried my head into her lap feeling silk and smelling more then strawberry.

Stay awake, I thought to myself. Savor this!! Be here for this!! This might never happen again!! Acknowledge that!!

She felt so good running her hands over my quills and petting my ears, marry me Peach. Marry me right now.

That's how I fell asleep. Not knowing if the last thing I had said had been said only in my head or if I had straight up asked Peach to by my wife.

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