I love the night. Not just because it makes my job easier, but because under the shade of it, people become free. They show who they really are, what they really want. The world becomes more alive, the people more vibrant, like jewels that shine in the fading light of the dusk sun. It's better when a girl has... company.
Our bodies and abilities are different, but when you dig under the surface, Humans and Mobians are all the same inside. They want to touch. They want to explore. They want to sample something alien.
Beneath me, my partner moves, bouncing me up and down. He fills me. I can feel him throbbing and swollen inside. What he looks like doesn't matter, not really. All that matters is that he is something other. He's not the first; I've had others. I've had all types.
We're not the only ones either. It's an open secret. In the streets, in theaters, in the mall and open park areas, you'll see Humans and Mobians communing, drawing closer. We drink each other in, first visually, then, touching, tasting. You'll hear on occasion the shouts of "depravity" and "bestiality", but it is only lip service. Both sides have decriers, but we all have that want. We all indulge at some point.
He sits up, hands traveling everywhere they can reach as he keeps moving, swifter now. My tail, my wings, my ears. He runs his fingers over my skin, drinking in the otherness of the situation. I return the favor, running my clawed hands over his arms, his face, and his chest. I feel his heart thunder against my breasts as he crushes me close, arms trapped under our combined weight as he topples forward. I enfold him in my legs and wings as he begins to piston me into the hotel mattress.
Our grunts and moans are the only sounds as we join and taste of the other side. For minutes, for an eternity, there is heat ecstasy. It's like candy, like fine wine, like the shine of a freshly stolen jewel or all the delicious things that life has to offer.
Like a burst of Chaos Energy, our pleasure concentrates, and then explodes. We stay wrapped in each other, gasping and twitching. I can feel him getting ready again.
It never gets old.
Well, here we are. The first fic I've written in years. What can I say? Inspiration comes and goes. This was inspired by the cancelling of the Archie Sonic Comic and this thought: With each continuity having both species, some Humans and Mobians must have ventured to explore the other side. Please, tell me what you thought.