Alright! So it's time for love to prevail...almost! You guys will get what I mean by almost when you're done reading this.

Fix Him: Part 1

When I got my first dog I was five-years-old. My father told that he had to be fixed because he was spraying around the house.

"Will he be sensitive when he comes home?" I asked, thinking that his tummy might hurt from surgery.

My father laughed and said, "Yep, so you might want to leave him alone so he can mourn."

"Mourn what?"

My father shook his head, refusing to tell me. My brother is a much more blunt man.

"His dick!" My brother screamed.

"Amy, you don't taste good."

Those were the first words out of Sonic's mouth when his lips parted from mine. I could feel heat rush to my cheeks as I started to boil over. It wasn't anger that I was filled with though. It was something deeper and more foreign. Somehow it still showed itself as angry.

"That's not really the point," I hissed at him.

Sonic cocked one eyebrow, puzzled. "What's the point then?"

Without hesitation I found my lips meeting his. Before his kiss had barely grazed me. Now I pulled him forcefully into a deeper kiss. My lips were crushed against his clumsy, inexperienced ones. I sucked his lip, trying to keep control of the situation. He just whimpered.

"What's wrong?" I pulled back, half to ask him the question, half to gasp for air.

"It feels good in a weird way...like our lips are hugging." He explained. His expression was clueless and childish. I couldn't help but smile.

This time, Sonic was the one to restart the kiss. He copied my movements from before with his own wild flare. It was alluring how he was unrestrained from his passion. Every thing he knew how to do came out as confident and...a little sexy. Wait, what? No, Amy, what are you doing? This is illegal! This is-

His lips left mine as he chuckled. His eyes twinkled with mischievousness.

"I think I get it," he remarked, twirling one of my quills around his finger. "It not about taste it's about feeling."

I nodded and cleared my throat, lifting myself from the daze.

"Yes, that's what I was trying to teach you," I said quickly. "Now can you go? I think I'll sleep alone tonight."

"Wrong," he growled playfully.

"Fine! You can sleep with me if you really want."

"I think you misunderstood, Amy," he laughed, tackling me to the bed and keeping me pinned there. "You're not going to sleep at all tonight."

Sonic was doing the same thing every man had tried to do with me. He was behaving the way any musk male would. The difference was, with him I liked it. With him it was playful, not frightening. He was in control but not commanding. Yet there was something I just couldn't get over. He was treating me like a potential mate. He was thinking of me like the same way every other man did and I couldn't get that from my mind. It made me sad. No, it made me angry.

"Stop," I growled beneath my breath.

"What did you say?"

"Stop!" This time I screamed, rising from the bed and pushing my friend off me.

Sonic looked at me. Hurt, confusion and worry painted his face. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I-"

"You're just like the rest!" I yelled. "I'm not a piece of meat! I'm more than just a walking, talking uterus to serve your pleasures and pop out kids! I am a woman and you're just a man!"

"Just a man?" Sonic repeated blankly.

"Yes, just a man like every other man I know!"

A whimper rose from him before he choked it off as he slipped off the bed a knelt on the floor. It wasn't like his usual 'give me what I want' whimper. It resembled that of a firing animal before the fatal blow. The heat dissipated in me and I realized he was truly distressed. His eyes were red as tears welled up in them. He tried to blink them back as best he could but to no avail. He didn't let them fall from his eyes. I could see the desperation on his face to not actually cry.

"So you don't want me then?" His voice was shaky as he spoke. "I want you. I didn't know that's what this was until recently but I do want...Why don't you want me? Why don't you love me? Am I really just a pet, a guard dog? I'm not really anything else to you?"

That's when I realized I was wrong. Sonic wasn't thinking the things other men thought. How could I tell? His reaction was that of heart break. I could practically hear his soul shatter when I rejected him. He had just honestly wanted to love me. He didn't want to screw me silly, he wanted to mate with me. There was a huge difference. I was touched. There's no other way to describe what I felt for him then. He had simply touched me.

I slipped out of my bed and knelt in front of him on the floor. I took his face in my hands, looked him in the eye and kissed him, gently. He returned the action. Soon enough out lips were moving in tender harmony with each other. We got up just enough for Sonic to push me back into the bed. My hands entangled in his quills as his explored my body. His hands went to the hem of my dress as he pulled it up frantically. I felt hunger coarse through my veins. I hadn't realized it but I wanted Sonic more than I had ever wanted anything in my whole life. I desired nothing more than to give myself to him. Because with Sonic, I knew I would be in good hands.

"Be gentle," I whispered, pulling away from him the tiniest bit.

He smiled and touched his nose to mine. He seemed to inhale the moment of trust that passed between us before he spoke. "I'll always be gentle with you."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on my pillow, trying to be patient as Sonic illuminated his only obstacle. When my panties were out of the equation I knew it was time. I tightened my closed eyes, expecting the horrendous pain my mother had told me about. She said she had bled when she mated. Of course, my father wasn't a gentle man but still. The horror story was enough to make me think twice.

I felt Sonic's hands wrap around my waist as he unzipped my red dress. He threw it aside like it was nothing. I felt his now ungloved hands travel gently on my bare skin. He started at my hips and made his way to my covered bust. He growled, a little peeved by the piece of fabric. I opened my eyes to see his perturbed face and laughed a bit. I I clipped the bra myself, seeing as he obviously didn't understand what it was and flung it away. My lover's eyes travelled down as he admired the now exposed area. I tucked two fingers under his chin and brought his face back up.

"My eyes are up here," I snipped.

"And they're a lovely view."

I smiled and laid myself back as he came down with me. This was it. Sonic nuzzled his head into my should and purrs rose from us both. I stroked his quills, reassuring him that I was ready. In a swift but powerful move he was inside me. I gasped at the sting. My nails clenched into his scalp instinctively and he winced.

"Should I stop?"

"No," I moaned. "Just stay in there for a second."

He did as he was told.

I tried to distract from the sting. I focused on everything else. I could feel Sonic's calm heart beat against my chest. His shaky, nervous breaths were in my ear. He was just as anxious as me, maybe a little more so. I felt the muscles that surrounded Sonic relax finally. It made it hurt less. I started to stroke his quills again.

"Alright, I'm fine. Keep going."

He was slow and sweet. It was clear that neither of us knew much about what was happening. But as we flowed with one another I found myself not lying back but moving my hips with his in their erotic, pleasing pattern. He nibbled at my neck and tried to muffle his moans in my skin. I could still here them. Though his weren't nearly as loud as mine. The ecstasy pumped through my body. I didn't know what was actually happening to me. It was probably some hormone, chemical or something making it's way into my blood stream. But to me it felt like electricity. My hands left his quills and traveled to his back where I clawed at his skin. I hissed breaths through my teeth. I could feel the pain of my unused muscles awakening but I could also feel the blissful pleasure of making love. I was torn between expressing one or the other. I was overcome with emotion and feeling. There was no way out of it.

The pace picked up and I really started to go wild. I felt tension in my gut, like something was building up and preparing to erupt.

"Amy, I-I can't...I have to-"

"I know," I assured him.

He was feeling the same thing I was. We were going to boil over pretty soon and nothing could stop it. I heard him growl from the strain of holding on. His nibbles in my neck turned into bites and then his teeth finally latched on to me. They held on like viper fangs as we built up. I let out a squeal as I came. Sonic held back a roar as if the process was half painful and half pleasurable. His pumping stopped and his teeth dug in harder as he stroked himself in, giving me a second load. He grunted and then fell into silence. His breaths became steady again and I felt him relax on top of me. I stayed still, taking in the moment. Then I realized, I hadn't told him. I didn't say the most necessary thing for him to know.

"I love you," I sighed.

There was no response.

"Uh, Sonic."

I turned my head to find he was sleeping. Really? You make mad love to someone and the first thing you do after is pass out without a word? I shook my head. This was just like him. I'd have to live with it, though. After all, he was my mate now.

Ding dong.

"Get the door, Sonic."

"You get it."

"No, you."

We aroused from our slumber at he sound of the doorbell. Neither of us wanted to leave the warmth of the bed. Neither of us wanted to wake up. We were tired, sweaty and entangled. That wasn't something we wanted to end.

"Fine," Sonic finally gave in. "I'll get it."

He got up slowly, bemoaning his aching muscles as he did.

"I love you," I whispered.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

I gathered a bunch of covers in my arms and snuggled I to them. They smelt like pheromones. Our scent mingled In the sheets with the smell of lust. I couldn't help but giggle. I never thought I'd be so happy to be mated.

"Amy! The asshole who tried to eat your face is here!"

Wow, my moment was just ruined.

"I'm coming," I called, slipping on a nightgown and ruffling the skirt so it looked like I had slept in it.

I rushed out to the front foyer and found Sonic and Lionel having a stare down. Well, Sonic was staring him down, Lionel was just smiling, having no inkling as to what was going on.

"Amy, I'm sorry that last night went so disastrously," Lionel apologized.

I shrugged it off. "It's alright. It really opened my eyes as to how unprepared I am for a mate. I don't think I'll take one for another couple years."

Lionel frowned at my announcement. "I'm sorry to hear that...But I came here on duty today to discuss your guard dog."

Lionel gestured his hand towards Sonic who looked like he wanted to bite it.

"You see, it has come to my attention that he may not be the most...gentle of creatures."

I crossed my arms. I beg to differ. He was the sweetest person I knew.

"The Sheriff and I discussed the possibility that a cut off of his hormonal growth may prevent future aggression," Lionel added. "We think it would be best if you fixed your pet."

No penis? OH MY GOD! NOOOOOO!

"But I'm not broken," Sonic argued innocently. Lionel laughed. I tried not to cry.

"I am not going to castrate my ma...pet!" I screamed.

"You're going to castrate me!" Sonic yelled in terror.

"No, I'm not!" I yelled back. "I most definitely will not fix you!"

"What does fixing have to do with cutting my ding-a-ling-a-ling-dong off?" He cried out.

I gave up on trying to explain the situation to him and turned to Lionel. "I'm sorry, but I just can't do that."

Lionel frowned. "The postponement of your eviction is dependent on this," he explained. "I'm afraid that if you don't do this you'll have to move out sooner."

"How much sooner?" I asked.

"Next week."

"Sonic," I turned to him for a second opinion but found nothing where he once stood. Great! Now he ran away. Good job, Amy!

"I'll be off then," Lionel huffed. "We'll give you a day to think about it."

I closed the door. I banged my forehead against it before deciding to go look for Sonic.

"I'm not going to castrate you," I called through the house, hoping he'd respond.

"That's what my dad said," Sonic yelled back. "Next thing you know he was trying to rip my baby maker 9000 off!"

His dad tried to rip off his...never mind. I'll deal with that later. I followed the sound of his voice to our bedroom. He was nowhere to be found.

"Why would I do that?" I pointed out. "I'd miss it too much."

I heard purring from under the bed. I crouched down there and started to crawl under.

"City dwellers are pretty messed up," Sonic retorted. I could see his glowing jade eyes retreating under the bed. "I wouldn't be surprised if this was one of your creepy ass rituals."

"Sonic," I sighed. "Please, come out."

Nothing more needed to be said. He crawled closer to me so our muzzles touched. He looked me in the eye and gave up.

"Is my pumping pole of penile power safe?" He asked.

I shook my head. "They want to cut it off. I won't let them."

I saw the dark silhouette of my mate's ears pin back. "What are we going to do?" Sonic whimpered.

"We have two options, move out in a week or find a way to turn this around on them."

"We won't have enough cash to get out of here in a week."

I nodded. "So I guess we'll have to come up with a way to work this out."

I felt the peck of Sonic's lips on mine for a brief second. He smiled at me and crawled out from under the bed with me in tow.

"I guess we'll have to get to work, Ames."

Muahahahaha! Yes, I just went there. Why, you might ask? Because it had to be done. Next up, "Fix Him: Part 2" the epic quest to save Sonic's...you know, thing. I know this is surprisingly immature but this story's about the comedy. Yes, it has a very serious undertone with social injustices running amuck, but this is horrifically hilarious. That's what this story's about, right? Anyways review and tell me what you thought. (Why do I feel like someone's going to hate me for this chapter?)