~Spin The Bottle~

Ages:

Sonic: 17

Tails: 16

Silver: 17

Knuckles: 18

Shadow: 18

Amy: 17

Cream: 15

Blaze: 17

Rouge: 18

"Twenty-three, 9, 33. . . ." Amy opened her high school locker to find an envelope sealed with a heart. "Hmm . . ." She dumped her binder into her locker for lunch. Then, Amy peeled off the heart and slid the note out, unfolding it cautiously. As Amy sauntered to the cafeteria for Junior's lunch, she read:

Dear recipient,

You have been selected to come to the Blow da Roof Down Spring Break party. Food and drink will be provided. Games include: Thumbtack Throw, Letters 2 U, and Spin the Bottle. We hope you decide to show up! Come to the return address at 7:00 PM on March 14th, and stay for a whole night of fun!

~Sincerely, the Party Crew

"How nice." Amy stuffed the letter inside of her red-and-white halter dress. "Hey, Chica!" An immature voice shouted. "Sonic?" Amy asked. "Is that you being stupid?" She turned towards the direction of the Women's restroom just as a pair of rough, unfamiliar hands grabbed her from behind. "Sonic?" Amy stretched around to see, and found a Senior hedgehog whom she didn't recognize. "Get off me!" she growled and squirmed. "Never, Babe." Amy felt hot breath on her neck and shivered. She tried to break free of the Senior's iron grip, but it was impossible.

Finally, Amy was able to drag herself, along with the Senior, into a restroom stall, and locked it quietly. "What the hell are you doing?" Amy snarled and slapped the neon green hedgehog. "Oh, me? I just wanted to give you a little excitement." Amy gasped as the stranger yanked her dress of in one swift movement and hung it on the hook on the stall door.

Trembling, Amy desperately tried to cover her bare body with only a pink strapless bra and thong on. "I see you've dressed for the occasion." A smile played across the Senior's lips. "Wh-Who are you?" Amy quivered. "Just call me Sly." he said.

He began to kiss her neck down to the beginning of her bra. "Get the fuck away!" Amy slapped him again. "Ouch, Chica!" Sly rubbed his cheek where Amy had slapped it. "It's useless, you know."

Sly unhooked the clasps on the back of the pink bra and hung it with the dress on the door hook. He rubbed her hard nipples and grinned. "So, you ready?" Sly asked rhetorically. "G-G-Get away, you bastard!"

Things like this always happened at Emerald High. It was definitely the opposite of a Title I school, and the dingy hallways were always filled with lockers full of drugs. Rape had already occurred four times in the past three months, once with a teacher.

Sly slid his shirt, pants, and boxers off and hung them, then began rubbing his erection against Amy's flower, only protected because of her silky-thin rose-colored thong. "Get off, you damn creep!" she squealed. Her shouts of terror were left unnoticed due to the noise of the Juniors eating their lunch, where Amy should have been by now.

Gently, but rushed, Sly untied the bow on the right side of Amy's thong and slid it off. "Sex with our shoes on—that's what I call hot." he smirked and crouched down to Amy's waist level. "Stop!" Amy gasped. "What are you—?" Sly stuck his tongue inside of Amy. "Ohh!" she gasped, clenching her fists to try to control herself. "St-stop!" Sly continued to please the horrified Amy, when he heard her cry, "I'm . . . GONNA . . . CUM!" Amy shrieked and released her juices onto Sly. "Sweet. . . ." he smirked, licking Amy up.

"You bastard!" Amy shouted. Another smirk played across Sly's face. "And we've just begun." he said and entered Amy harshly. A few drops of her blood splattered on the tile floor and Amy whimpered. "So this is your first time?" Sly questioned. "Of course, you dick!" Amy hissed accusingly. "You son of a—OH!" she gasped as Sly thrust into her with desire. "Oh . . . My . . . GOD!" Amy forgot about her intentions and escape plans and just went with Sly's rhythms. "OH, keep going, please!" Amy yelped and wrapped her legs around Sly's waist. Sly pressed Amy's back against the cold, black wall of the stall. "I think I'm . . . going TO—CUM!" Amy and Sly shouted at the same time, then collapsed onto the tile floor.

"Good first time?" Sly asked.

"Fuck . . . you . . ."Amy huffed. "You . . . forget you . . . raped me."

"You forget you liked it!" Sly countered. "Aww." Amy groaned.

Sly flipped Amy over and kneeled over her. "You bitch!" Amy whined. "This should have been over!" Sly clicked his tongue, "Shame on you for forgetting." He entered Amy's anus and received a cry from her. Wanting to increase the pleasure, Sly reached under Amy and pinched her nipples hard as she whined and pouted about the pain in her ass. "Shut up and enjoy it." Was all Sly said. As Sly sped up and pinched harder, Amy yelled. "Keep GOING!" with such need in her voice, you'd think she was a starved creature asking of a piece of chicken!

When Sly reached his climax, he released his liquid into Amy, only to seep back onto themselves and the tile floor.

"I'm recovered again, so get off me or I'll clout you!" Amy snarled.

"Is clout a sexual word?"

"NO! It means punch, whack, hit—you know!"

"I'm afraid I don't."

"Then. Get. OFF!" Amy hoisted Sly up with all her strength, barely managing to lift him two feet off the ground.

"Problem?" Sly asked. "Of course!" Amy exclaimed. "You raped me! I lost my virginity to you!"

"Big deal." Sly shrugged. "I've raped Rouge lots of times."

"You wha—?" Amy heaved Sly off of her and yanked her clothes off of the hook on the stall door. "Use this to clean yourself up." Sly offered Amy a wad of toilet paper. "You wouldn't want to look like you peed yourself, now." Cursing, Amy accepted the wad from Sly and wiped the sperm off of her flower and butt. "I never want to see you again. I hope you go to jail." Amy muttered.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot. If you tell, I'll be sure to rape you, and then murder you. Same time tomorrow!" Sly grinned, dressed ultra fast, then left. "Male prostitute." Amy swore as she dressed and left, as well—the note still in her dress.