Judas

Summary: Three years after Eggman's defeat, it is quiet. Knuckles and Rouge are married, Cream and Tails (young as they are) have fallen so much in love, and Sonic is finally ready to settle down and marry himself. But, when a new evil villain suddenly threatens the land…the most unlikely candidate begins to doubt himself!

Chapter III: Love

Amy peered out from the small bathroom into the bedroom with the king-size bed. It was beautiful, with sapphire sheets and a cold blue comforter. They had agreed that the bathroom would be pink and the bed would be blue, to suit their separate tastes where they could not agree.

Although Sonic wasn't too big on the pink bath, Amy enjoyed the blue bed. Especially when her favorite person in the whole world lay in or on it.

But, she was worried tonight. Sonic had the pillows propped up, his hands behind his head, watching some meaningless programming on the television in front of him. He looked weary and beaten. A nasty cough passed his lips, making Amy jump. She blushed, remembering she was naked, and slipped on a sexy pink silk nightgown that could be easily removed. After all, if there was one thing that would make Sonic feel better, it was love.

She turned off the light, leaving the pink world of the bathroom behind, and sashayed into the blue bedroom, trying to accentuate her sexy curves. "Soooniic," she whispered in a rather sexy tone of voice, "come play with me, Sonic."

Sonic sighed. "Amy, I can't."

"Why not?" Amy pouted, getting into his lap and giving him a second to marvel at her choice of clothes. Sonic seemed only to be staring through her, however.

"Can't help thinking about Shadow." Sonic answered softly.

Amy placed her head against his neck, stroking him from where the quills began on his head, that little space that was hidden from most of the world (where he adored the feeling of her fingers resting), all the way down his shoulder and across his chest. "You loved him." She answered.

"Amy—"

"Oh, come on, Sonic!" Amy pulled away to look at him, holding his face close to hers. "Anyone with eyes could see that you had feelings for him! I did, too, for a time." She brushed his muzzle with her own before lowering her head.

Sonic followed, bending to meet her gaze. "You did?" He quizzed in disbelief and, at the same time, understanding.

"Yes!" Amy answered, raising her head again. Sonic quickly followed suit, pressing his forehead against hers. Her breath hit his face as she talked. And, it felt marvelous. "Sonic, it was clear that he liked you. I know nothing happened, because then…" She paused, waiting for a reaction from him.

A slight frown crossed his face. "Then he up and died."

"I never heard the whole story." Amy prodded gently, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sonic chose to constrict her waist, like a weakened python.

"He…" Sonic choked on tears he didn't want to show. Yes, the bulk of his love was for Amy, it always had been. But, for a time, he had loved Shadow. And, he was comforted by the fact that she had loved him, too. "It—it was dark. Cold. Stars were all around. We were both Super, and trying to defeat Eggman's space laser. You know, the one that was blocking out the sun for a time. Shadow took off his bands and pushed me away at the end. The laser hit him head on and--" The blue hedgehog hid his face in her bare shoulder. "He died!" Sobs came freely now, and Amy saw how truly troubled he was by this.

Amy smoothed her fingers down his back, feeling the fur on her shoulder get soaked. "Sonic," she soothed in a lullaby voice, "it doesn't sound like you're at fault. Shadow chose to die for all of us, and save the day, too."

Sonic hugged her tightly to him. "I know." He answered shakily. "I just feel like…" But he had absolutely no time (or no hope) of continuing.

Amy's lips pressed against his. They were soft and silky smooth, as warm as a summer's breeze, too. His eyes flowed closed smoothly, eyes that had not closed except to blink for a long time. The weight fell off his shoulders, and Amy felt him relax completely, all the stresses of the day melting away like snow in springtime. He was wonderful always, but seeing him completely relaxed, without a single vice, was rare. Even in sleep, he could seem tense and unnerved.

But now, oh now! Now, he was as soft as melted butter. No vices held him prisoner, no troubles shone in his sparkling eyes. Nothing troubled him. His eyes flowed open, their centers hungry for passion. He desired her.

Now was her chance, and her cue, to begin. She slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, letting her nightie slip down to expose her breasts. They were a nice size, and rounded out pleasantly. No where near as large as Rouge's, as they had never been, but Sonic liked those boobs just fine. Although…this was really the first time he'd seen them without a bra to conceal them. His eyes grew wider, and he felt himself getting slightly hard.

"This zipper is a pain." Amy turned her back to him, indicating to the zipper which held the nightgown against her perfect form. "Do you mind unzipping it for me?"

Suddenly, Sonic grabbed her by the wrists and flung her down before him, belly up. His eyes were stern, but she was giggling, not noticing he was…somewhat angry. "Amy, I'm not that stupidly male. I don't want you to go through this unless we're married, and--"

"Oh, hush!" Amy pawed at him, tracing the lines that defined his slightly muscled arms. "You were going to marry me, anyway."

Sonic's face grew hot, and a rose pink blush accompanied it as he turned his head to the side, ears flattened against his quills. "Amy…"

"Look." Amy stretched her legs up and crossed them over the small of his back, forcing him closer. "If there's anything that will take your mind off things, it's how awesome I am in bed." She giggled, blushing a bit, too. "And, by the way," she added, kissing him, "you are that stupidly male. Now c'mon and help me with the zipper, honey blue." She turned over onto her back as he released her and went for the zipper.

"Oh my gods." Sonic felt the boner as he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. She was slipping out of her dress like a baby slips out of its swaddling clothes. No way. This can't be happening! Amy presented herself to him, fully naked in front of a boy for the first time in her life. She couldn't help but blush as she saw his stick rising. This isn't real!

She lay down on her back, but didn't spread her legs out yet. Sonic nuzzled the space between her breasts. "What's the matter? Hmmm?" His voice was soft and seductive. Sonic was drunk on the feel of her boobs and the smell of her bare body. His stick, now hardened completely, teased against her entrance. "Don't want it any more? It's too late, you know." He told her, eyes lidded as his lips pressed against hers.

Amy pushed him back. "I'm not scared, just nervous." She confessed. "Please go easy on me, okay?"

Sonic began to suck on her neck, licking little hickys to make it more enjoyable. "No problem." He answered her lovingly. "I will go as slow or as fast as you'd like."

Amy snickered and grabbed his dick. Sonic yelped, but found that her hands fondling his private area…felt good. He allowed her to squeeze and pump it. "Oooh, you're so big, Sonic." She mused, spreading her legs apart.

This is all just a dream. Sonic watched her hands release him, and he dove right into her hole. The feeling of her around him gave him the irresistible feel of ecstasy. Amy was feeling it, too, and she moaned with pleasure as he went all the way in. He began to pump, slowly at first, sucking on her boobs.

"Faster, Sonic! Faster!" Amy demanded, laughing hysterically.

Sonic obeyed, feeling so ecstatic…and so much better, too.

Don't you dare wake up, Sonic. Don't you dare wake up.