~KNUCKLES 2~

Knuckles always felt uncomfortable leaving the Master Emerald behind, especially with that bat lurking around. Today was no exception but the heat emanating from the sun's rays warmed his skin and suddenly things didn't seem so bad. As he wandered down the street Knuckles caught sight of Vector strolling in the opposite direction, towards Vanilla's house. It was no secret that the two of them had been dating for quite some time now and as Vector clicked his fingers to the music blasting out of his headphones, Knuckles began to suspect that Vanilla had already asked him to move in with her.

Turning to face the road ahead a low groan stopped the echidna in his tracks. His head whizzed round to face the alley to his right.

"Who's there!?" He growled, getting into his fighting stance, fists at the ready. If there was somebody hiding in the shadows he would be ready to stop them.

The groan was followed by a clanking of metal and then two trash cans came tumbling down, spewing their contents into the street. Knuckles eyed the mounds of rotting garbage then averted his attention to the figure standing before him. Eyes widening, stance relaxing, Knuckles stared into the face of Amy Rose. He noted that she somewhat resembled Rouge with her lush yet badly apllied eyeshadow, drooping eyes and voluptuous figure.

"Knuckles?" Came a pitiful mumble.

She could barely stand and her toes were pointing towards each other. Her left hand was resting against the stained wall for support and her breathing was deep and heavy. Despite this Knuckles became aware of a deep rooted desire within himself. This creature hunching before him was strangely sexually attractive to him. His entire body shook and he broke into a cold sweat as that desire grew. If the Master Emerald were to shatter into a million tiny pieces it would not matter to him, for at that moment the only thing he wanted, the only thing he craved was this pathetic young woman standing before him. He feared that if he did not act on his needs he would be driven insane by his lust.

He had come to visit her as a friend but would leave as an enemy.

Glancing back and forth to ensure there were no witnesses, Knuckles faced Amy. He was four years her senior and far stronger than she could ever be. In addition to this she was sky high, chances were she would not be able to identify him when she came round.

Very well. He thought to himself. If I can't have you Rouge then I shall have Amy instead.

With that he lunged forward, tackling the hedgehog and pinning her to the ground. She cried out in pain as her head collided with the stone but she was muffled by Knuckles' hand clasping her mouth. A final attempt to rescue herself was in vain as she clawed at his face with her fingers. Knuckles stifled a laugh as he watched her struggle. She had barely any strength remaining and despite her best efforts she never once grazed his skin with her nails. Realising she had no more energy to give, Amy gave in and allowed her hands to collapse, limp by her sides. Knuckles was pleased with her decision to stop fathoming around and felt a smile spread across his face.

Once the deed was done, Knuckles clambered to his feet and adjusted his gloves. After straightening his hair he thrust his chest out and stretched his arms back to release a loud yawn. Fatigue had fallen upon him and he was returning home to take a much needed rest. Peering from the corner of his eyes he smirked at the vulnerable girl lying unconscious on the ground. Her breathing was still heavy but it was now at a steady pace and her eyes were closed, no longer wet with tears. Knuckles felt satisfied, his hunger head been fed and now he was full. She was whoring herself out anyway, she was asking for it. Leaving her crumpled body behind he casually glided off, content with himself.

But Amy was not asleep and she slowly forced her eyes open as she heard someone approaching.