Chapter Four: Sonic
"How does this one look Sonic?"
"Jesus Christ," every article she draped over herself I just imagined tearing off with my teeth. "Yeah, you look breathtaking…a-always…"
"Thanks you're sweet. I think I'll take this one too," she waved at the cashier. "Can you add this to the bill as well?"
"Of course."
"When do you wanna go for food?"
"Whenever. Why are you hungry?" She was zipping off the dress she was laced in, but got caught half way, "oh, shoot! Sonic can you give me a hand?"
I could give her several, "s-sure."
My hands were shaking as I pulled the zipper. My fingers were unintentionally dragging against her spinal curvature that rounded to form her ass. I was so close that if I happened to slip…
"Shit," I shook my fingers as if they had been subject to a shock. "There you're good."
"Thanks," she stepped behind the curtain that was the dressing room. "No peeking!"
"Yeah, yeah…," I sat in silent aggravation.
I still couldn't believe that she picked Mario and Luigi over me? Who the hell would do that? I could name ten girls back home who would kill to be my roommate. But not Peach. She took my invitation and scoffed at it, in front of everyone none-the-less. Goddamn it!! The only good thing about this whole situation is that their room is right above mine. Oh, yes God did exist and he was merciful.
I would run to my room every night at nine, when by clockwork, she would step herself into the shower directly above my bed, humming as she turned the water on. The creaking of the pipes would follow as they struggled to pull water up and onto her precious skin. I would close my eyes and image that there was no ceiling fan above me, but a hole to let water trickle through. To soak and drench me, slowly, torturously in the sweet aroma that was so purely her.
Why did she have to play so hard to get?
It made me just want her more. Way more.
I tried not to focus on that so much. Instead I looked out the window at the perfect day. It was still cold outside, surprising for being so far south, which is why I had made the smart decision to wear a scarf, boots, a very red late 70's disco leather jacket, and thicker then normal gloves, but despite all this the sun was shining for the first time in what seemed like a year and the air was fresh and crisp from new rain.
There were a lot of people on the streets.
It made me kinda nervous, would these people recognize us here as heroes? As idols and icons? Was I going to be rushed by screaming fan girls? Was peach going to be interviewed on her political views, about her new stimulus plan for the Mushroom Kingdom? I sure hoped not.
Today I wanted to be left alone, just me and her.
She came out seconds later, a fast changer for a girl, "let's get out of here, what do you say?"
She was wearing a long pink P-coat, white stockings, and knee high leather white boots. Peach seemed very warm as she looked over at me.
"Are you sure you don't want me to carry anything?"
"NO!!" Pride was dripping out of my every pore. The pile she had accumulated was nearly a foot over my head, "I'll run these back to the mansion and meet you at the Ambience okay?"
She smiled at me, Sonic you're fast but not.
Hold that thought.
I tightened my grasp on the goods and took off at full speed running to my room and dropping off the clothes back thirty minutes away at the mansion, making it in seconds. I was back at her feet just in time for her to finish.
"…that fast."
"You were saying?"
I could see her blush, "gee that was fast!"
"Mach II, sweets."
"My goodness that's cool!" She seemed skeptical.
I caught the vibe she was throwing out and reassured her.
"Don't worry Babe I like to take some things nice and slow. You picking up what I'm putting down?"
"Are you saying you dropped my clothes? That I have to go back and pick them up?"
I nearly fell on my face. She had to be kidding. I looked in her eyes and saw that she truly wasn't. Those deep blues plagued with delicate anger and disappointment. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"Oh, Sonic that's a cruel joke!" She did as was so characteristic of her and gently pushed me.
She was the cruel one.
Once my eyes had stopped watering and composure was mine once more, I looked at the hand that had touched me.
"Peach can I hold your hand?" I looked up to her, to judge her primary reactions. I hated having to look up at her.
How was I ever going to see down her shirt?
"I mean is Mario gonna come out of some bushes and kick my ass?"
"Oh, no not at all. He said it himself; I'm a free woman with no obligations. I can really do as I please."
"I heard a rumor that you guys were engaged. Is that true?" My heart was racing. My pupils dilated. Mouth dried and breathing fast and deliberate. My lungs were burning with the effort to keep the rest of me from passing out.
"Where did you hear that?"
Nowhere, I had never heard such a thing I just needed a way to bring up the conversation topic smoothly and without raising suspicion.
"Olimar," it was the first name that came to mind.
"Well, that's silly. I wonder where he heard that. But yes Sonic we are engaged Mario and I like each other very much."
I started crying! Can you believe that bullshit?
My lachrymal glands went into overdrive as I tried to hide my embarrassment, thankfully I had brought sunglasses! Great invention sunglasses, a must have for every emotional insomniac. I put them on.
"O-okay that's c-cool," I said with feigned excitement.
"Sonic are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine just fine…*sniff* wait how come you said earlier that you have no obligations? How can a girl who's engaged to be married not have any obligations?"
"Mario is…very…nice."
I thought about this for a second, "so I can hold your hand is what your saying?" I reached mine out, palm up, moving my sunglasses back to their place on top of my head so that she could see my eyes. I let the very emotions I felt fill them. I wanted her to see my fragile hope. The kind she would be absolutely heartless to shatter.
"Aren't you worried about Mario?"
"Please I'll kill that guy," it wasn't a threat but a promise. Though very much like a human I was still ultimately a hedgehog an animal, and the desire to be alpha male scorched through my veins like acid. It was a necessary thing to be able to take my pick of the female's anywhere that I may be. Actually it was a luxury that I was use to enjoying. No fat Italian plumber stereotype was going to take that away from me.
She smiled and twirled her parasol very nervously, "okay, you're harmless enough." She held her perfect hand out to me.
If it had been up to me, I would have kissed it right up the wrist until I reached the center of her arm, then to her white neck which I would have dug canines into.
But it wasn't it was up to my body which told me that wouldn't be very acceptable behavior, especially around a Princess.
So we just walked me asking as many things as I could get away with all the way to the restaurant.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Pink. Duh."
"Do you like being a Princess?"
"It's definitely challenging. Something new to conquer everyday I mean nothing comes easily. I suppose that's the part I like," she nodded her head.
"And the part you don't like?"
"Expecting…," she hesitated. "To be perfect…"
"What do you mean?"
"For a Princess everything is really mapped out for your life, who you are to marry, who you are to like, dislike, what to read, what to say, what not to say, how to feel about this and that, etc. the list of rules goes on and on."
"Wow that must be tough. Really glad I'm not a Princess. So who are 'they' telling you to love?" I was really pushing my limits.
"Mario of course."
"Of course. Well are you in love with him?" How much more would she humor me with?
She got very quiet, I became hopeful, just because they were engaged doesn't necessarily mean that they loved each other right? I also just as a precaution readied myself for news I wasn't going to like.
"As I said earlier, I like him very much."
"Hmm. Well what does that mean?"
Her eyes widened happy to see something, "hey Sonic is that the restaurant up ahead?"
"Where?" I looked up, "Jesus tap dancing…!"
A grand new age restaurant and bar with an entire patio and balcony area, not to mention a full supplied bar waited ahead of us. A balcony over looking Main Street is where we decided to sit.
The waiter was inhumanely happy.
"How may I help you two this evening? May I start you off with something to drink?"
"Sure, what is your wine selection?"
"We have something very special this afternoon, just came in this morning it's our only bottle. It's 1976 Château Montelena."
Peach was certainly impressed, I didn't know what the hell these names or numbers meant but it was more then likely expensive. That much I was sure of.
"Sure I would love that!" Peach was all amazing smile.
"Certainly madam. And you sir?"
"I'll just have what she's having."
"Alright, here are your menus; I'll be right back to take your orders."
I pretended to scan the entrées until he was gone from the table at which point I viciously whispered, "Peach don't you think that's a little expensive?"
"What's expensive the wine?" She was absently mindedly glancing at our dinner options as she spoke to me.
"Yeah, the wine! Doesn't it get pricier with age or something like that? I mean we are on a budget. You know that right?"
"Oh, don't worry silly I can cover the price of the wine."
Taxpayers' dollars at work.
The waiter had the wine in record time, "here you are." He popped the top off and then handed me the cork.
"What you want me do with it? You're the waiter, you throw it away."
"I-I," the waiter looked helplessly over at Peach.
"Here I'll take it," she totally violated the thing and then tossed it back at the waiter. "Thank you."
He then poured us two small servings, in two oversized cups. Handing both of us a glass.
He had stepped to leave when Peach stopped him.
"Leave the bottle," she put her hand on the waiters and smiled.
I could have breathed fire. The gesture was totally harmless, made only to stop the boy from taking off to soon, but my jealousy was not.
"Of course madam," he was out of our hair again, at least for a little while.
Peach took up the glass in front of her and began a strange ritual with the thing. Swirling its content, barely putting her nose to the mouth and sniffing, what the hell did it matter what it smelled like? It was bizarre.
When she finally came to the conclusion that it was not in fact poisonous she took the tiniest sip.
She sat there with the wine in her mouth for what seemed like forever making weird faces, when finally she swallowed.
Then it was time for more stoic concentration and analysis. When she didn't start bleeding out of her eyes she concluded with some conviction, tells me that it is the best wine she has ever had.
"Hey, really?" I took a huge swallow.
Give me Rum, Whiskey, for the love of God and all that is Holy, give me Vodka. But for the love of my body and its self preservation I would never again drink wine. The taste was malignant on my tongue, even if I had gone home and gargled with bleach the taste would always come back somehow and haunt my senses.
"BLEH!!" Was all I really had to say on the subject. "It's bitter! Why is it so bitter?" Okay I had a few more things to say before the muscles in the back of my mouth tightened up in furious protest locking my jaw.
"Aw, you don't like it?" Peach took another swallow from her own beaker of chemicals.
"No! That was the worst! You're telling me it's supposed to taste like that?" I felt a full body shiver coming on.
"Yeah, actually. And most wine isn't even this tasty."
I made a face that would hopefully reflect how I felt, my thoughts for the wine world and all who lived in it was nothing but pessimistic.
When the waiter came back to take our order, I asked,
"Can I just get a bloody Mary?"
"Of course Sir, and you Madam are you enjoying the wine?"
"Yes, very much so."
"Excellent! Now what may I help you?"
We made our orders and ate our meals peacefully, talking about whatever came to my mind. Peach delicately nibbled at her food taking nearly an hour to finish her salad, and by the time she had moved over to the next course I was finished with not only my dinner but three Bloody Marys'. The dinner was definitely worth the shower and staying up all night agonizing over what to wear and say, not that I would have slept anyway.
When she had cleaned her plate and successfully drained the last of the wine, I decided to bring up a suggestion,
"Hey, Peach you wanna get out of here?"
"Sure if you're ready."
The place began to buzz with life just as Peach and I readied to leave. Stuffed shirts with icky off-colored toupees, arms wrapped around the thin waist of some trophy date or maybe a wife if she was lucky enough to forever suck the liquidity out of their rich CEO husbands. All while sleeping around with the gardener, milkman, or the Jehovah's Witness that came knocking every Sunday. As the crowd grew bigger and denser the air became so thick with cigars and clove cigarettes, Chanel number five and old dusty fur coats that even my hypersensitive nose was so over stimulated that it could no longer smell the beautiful sublimity of strawberries. These men who got paid millions of dollars for casual office appearances drank away trivial problems with gallons of gin until their voices grew loud and their issues became no longer their own.
This is the kind of crowd this place catered to huh?
Disgusting.
I grabbed Peach about the waist to move her protectively through the crowd. The men at the tables where whispering a million miles per hour to each other something that I could not pick up, but they were laughing and I could feel their leers.
Sons of bitches. They were judging me? What right did they have, honestly?
I was almost drunk enough that the urge to murder them in front of their sluts had begun to completely overcome me when the angel soothed with her voice.
"Sonic why are you shaking?" She put her hand on my head, I could hear jubilant laughter. Three guesses as to where that was coming from. The red came into my vision.
"Sonic?"
I melted every time my name left her lips, I pushed the hurt down. Swallowed that pill called pride and said, "no reason. We really just need to get out of here."
"Um. Okay it's kind of rainy outside. Why don't you get under my parasol?" She wavered a bit as she opened it. Did I mention she had finished that bottle of wine?
"Sure," I snuggled in close to her, so close that the familiar smell began to filter through my system and I felt the anger lift.
We stepped out into the rainy night. It was a steady downpour that stemmed from nowhere, it had been so clear earlier. What was with this rain crap? Well, I didn't mind too much it gave me a reason to stand close to Peach and keep my arm definitively around her waist. She didn't seem to mind, maybe she was just drunk, maybe she was cold. Or maybe…
She wanted me.
We had made it I'd say half way home when Peach stopped,
"I feel woozy. Can we stop?"
"Yea, of course."
She sat down on the curb by the street and put her head between her legs, breathing deeply.
"Are you gonna puke?"
"I don't think so *hiccup*."
"That would be a total waste of 1000 dollar wine."
She tried to laugh but the attempt was weak.
I put my hand on her head moving her hair from around her shoulders, "if you gotta puke I'll hold your hair for ya."
"Oh, Sonic you're so *hiccup* sweet!" She turned around on her knees, staining her stockings until she was face to face with me. Well, more like face to chest. She was finally shorter then me and I couldn't see down her shirt!!
"Sonic why are you so sweet to me?"
"What?"
"Well, everyone *hiccup* is so afraid to *hiccup* even talk to me. Because of Mario…"
"That's preposterous that guy ain't shit!"
"I wish m-more people had your view of him. Cause then I'd have more friends. I d-don't have any…*hiccup*. Everyone is so intimidated by Mario. J-just because *hiccup* were engaged doesn't mean that n-no one should even t-try to be nice to me *hiccup*. Will you always be my friend Sonic?"
She put her head in my chest and started sobbing. Jesus what could I do?
I put my hand on her head feeling her hair that was gaining moisture as we sat there. Her parasol was on the ground next to her forgotten as we stood in the steady rainfall that was gaining momentum.
God it was gonna hurt to say this, "yeah, I'll be your…friend, Peach.'
She looked up at me, I wiped the tears from her cheeks, "really?" She asked with mirth.
I nodded my head, defeated, "yeah." My ears were flat against my head with self-loathing, "I'd do anything for you." But I was hoping for so much more then just friendship.
She patted me on the head, then noticed a point, "you're taller then me! I've never had a guy be taller then me. How tall are you?"
"Uh, 4' 3" I think."
"Well that doesn't m-make sense? *hiccup* I'm 5' 2" how are you taller then me?"
"You're on your knees, Peach."
She looked down, "oh, so I am…," she laughed a second before becoming somber again. "You're so forward Sonic. I like that most about you. H-here so many people a-are too afraid to get to know me and *hiccup* you're asking me out on dates and want me to live with you. Y-you're a breath of fresh air."
Everything she said me salivate and I could feel blood rushing fast through my veins. It was then that she started to lean into me. What was she doing? Did she know what she was doing? Better question, who cared? She was going to kiss me. She went for my cheek, ha! Screw that! I moved our lips in line with each other. They met, beautifully, perfectly like tectonic plates crashing together. My body was racked with wave after wave of heat and devastation. I was shaking hard enough for vessels in my brain to come unhinged, breathing hard and deep enough to tear my diaphragm up. I knew this little moment was going to more detrimental to me then years of chasing after Eggman, taking beatings, bruises kicks to the head. Nothing compared to the beautiful death that was consuming me.
I grabbed at her as she tried to move back from me, tangling my hand deep into her hair and biting her lower lip. She stayed where she was, curious, drunk, and unable to say no.
We kissed in the rain for I don't know how long. Me with my hand in her hair the other around her waist, she had her hands on my chest her body pushed against me, kissing me with unsure little pecks. When our tongues met it was like licking a battery. Seconds later she pulled away her first words were alarming,
"That was my first kiss, Sonic."
"No," I was horrified. I didn't know why. I mean, no one would ever be able to tell that her first kiss wasn't at her wedding, right? Still I was uneasy for her, especially when she started crying.
"Oh, God it's okay! Let's get a cab okay? You shouldn't walk home like this. You'll feel better when we get home."
For the second time that night, I swallowed a pill that was hard to choke down; this one much more jagged then the last. My core was turning like a stormy ocean as nausea rose menacing to spill everything that was inside out. I had broken out into a cold sweat that only an even colder shower could remedy. Peach was crying uncontrollably into my chest, I could tell she desperately regretted what she had done. This was it. She would never talk to me again. What would I have to do to make this better? There was nothing I could, I had royal blown it, rather blown it with royalty.
"Sonic," her voice was lifeless.
"What?"
"I-I can't breathe…," her chest was heaving and terrible tremors where coming in waves over her. Peach's temperature was rising I could tell by our proximity and her heart rate was climbing.
She was displaying all the symptoms of an allergic reaction or poisoning.
"Oh, God Peach just hold on…TAXI!" I yelled as soon as I saw yellow. It was just a regular car.
It had started to thunder angrily around us. The streets were dark and empty. Peach was crying, "Please Sonic! I can't breathe! I feel…"
"Okay, I know!" I picked her up. She was so light, "can you hold on really tight Peach?"
She couldn't talk, but I felt her hands around my jacket.
"Thank you Peach," I kissed her on the chin. I was relieved when she didn't recoil from my touch.
I could have cried.
I put my glasses on to hopefully shield my eyes from some of the winds. I took off at a slow pace, if I went any faster I would be blinded from the rain, I was also frightened of slipping, at Mach II slipping can be fatal.
As I ran I looked for a taxi anything, but there was seriously no one on the road and not a single person on the streets. The damn city was dead.
Peach was shivering so much that I was vibrating with her body's effort to fight off the histamines that were dilating her veins, constricting her airway and altogether, raping her insides
"I'm sorry Peach, I'm so sorry!" what could have done this to her? It couldn't have been are kissing. Was she allergic to hedgehogs? No, it was something else that was just now taking affect. Something she must have had a while ago, and hour ago, in a restaurant.
The Wine.
She was going limp, the shaking and rocking of my running body could not be helping that bottle of toxins in her stomach.
I couldn't even see the mansion, at my full speed I would have been there and back again, but at this rate it was going to take at least fifteen minutes.
She was slipping from me no longer holding on. I skidded to a halt a tedious effort at my speeds and tried to wake her up.
"Peach please you havta stay awake!!" The wind was howling through the great trees around us so loudly. They moaned like a haunted choir and squealed like sirens through the air. It was so loud that it was hard for me to hear myself, how was I ever going to through to her?
I searched around, no sign of the mansion, but there were lights on the horizon. I moved in the direction of the lights we could at least find shelter there for the night. Whatever they wanted these people I would give them. I would suck their dicks if it meant a way to save Peach.
I had never seen this place before, this barn. I came to the conclusion that I was had gotten me and Peach lost.
As I came closer to the place I noticed something wrong, disturbed. It looked like people were hanging from its ceiling, from huge hooks the kind you'd hang coats on, or raw meat. I came closer, I was seeing things, I hadn't sleep in little over a month, and I had to be hallucinating.
But the images weren't going away, as I got closer. No, they were coming into finer detail. These were definitely humans hanging from those massive hooks most of them I knew. The waiter from the restaurant, the guys with the bad toupees, their sluts all of them hanging limply in neat rows, unmoving and pale.
I looked down at Peach she was shivering, freezing but alive. I felt like an asshole but I had to know what was going on with in the barn ahead of us. I persisted onward.
I got only inches closer and was able to make out light, translucent strings, four for each person two for their legs and two for their arms. These were looped around the hook, which was a relief; at first glance I thought it was their skin that was pierced.
But why strings? Each one was sewn through the skin down to the bone. I could tell how deep they were by deep scars that were coming into my view. It was then I had the epiphany. They were puppets. They were fake! That's why the town cleared out so early. The puppet master had given Peach and I enough to make us buy the whole scenario then he had packed up and gone to bed. It had begun to rain even harder then before the thunder and lightening strikes came closer and closer together. I had to let my curiosity go unsatisfied. I was walking now keeping my eyes on the barn for as long as I could until I saw movement.
I giant white hand floated behind the windows.
Crazy Hand.
He stopped as if he had heard my thought. Looking out, if you can call it that, over the grounds, searching for us. I tried to remain still as I could and waited for him to retreat back into the barn. He didn't suddenly search lights were on and scanning the earth for something.
I ducked under some brush and held Peach close, hiding her as much as I could with my body, if anything I would stop him from making her into a puppet.
I though of her beautiful silky body hanging form one of those hooks, deep scars and gashes boring right to her bone, marring her. Her skin falling off from disease and infections that I wouldn't be able to save her from and her dark blue eyes, paled over and hard. Strings dripping blood pulled through her arteries and her dancing dead and jerky with every tug from Crazy Hands fingers.
That's the kind of things you think about when you're scared shitless.
"Peach, Jesus I'm sorry. I've got us killed. I'm so fucking stupid!" I stopped my rambling as I heard her stir.
She looked up at me confused eyes, glazed.
"Peach, please don't hate me," I said as the search light shown on us and thunder split the sky into pieces and true sirens blared out. I spoke so quietly the sound was almost lost in the chaos, "I love you."
She smiled at me.
Then it hit me, like a thousand volts of electricity. It felt like I had wires running all through me, under my nails into my irises, into my mouth and down my larynx, all the way to my lungs, through my heart down every artery up every vein. I had been snaked through my urethra to my ears and connected to a generator and then a switch had been flipped on. The force was so powerful that it burned up the ground around me, tore my jacket into ashes and shattered my glasses. I heard a beast somewhere in the trees growling with demonic ferocity. It was my own voice breaking with terrible force and then echoing off trees at a louder decibel then the thunder. I was holding onto Peach with a death grip as I screamed the pain so immense and agonizing that I was literally breathing blood and tasting gastric acid. I felt my feet leave the ground as time slowed down. I could feel my skin prickle and the hair on my head expand out, effected by the static electricity that I was conducting. The pain had subsided and now only pure raw power was left, my reward for surviving.
I liked this feeling, I liked it a lot.
I looked around; I could see everything now that my eyes weren't rolled to the back of my skull. I was able to see light in darkness and the moving of all life. I saw briefly Crazy Hand in the window of his barn perfectly still. How unlike him, he must have been afraid.
Are you afraid? I thought, you should be.
The temptation to destroy him right then and there was overwhelming. I stared down at the girl in my arms, she needed help. Kill Crazy Hand or save this girl who may or may not hate me. There was no competition. I shot high into the air seeking out the mansion. When I found it I flew at break neck speeds faster even then when I ran towards its direction. My body was unharmed as I crashed through a window to gain quick entry into the mansion's hospital wing.
I dropped to the ground in front of the stunned nurses. All of them were on the floor blown over from the force of my power. They were scared too. I smiled at them and could feel my teeth like someone had filed them, I licked them and felt blood drawn from the light contact. I loved this feeling.
I held out Peach to them, some part of me still realizing the gravity of her situation.
"Please?"
All the nurses looked at each other. One redheaded girl approached me, taking Peach slowly. Our hands touch momentarily, and she screamed falling to her knees nearly dropping Peach as she seizured as if she was experiencing an epileptic fit.
How had I hurt her and not Peach?
"Thank you," my voice was not my own. It felt strange, that sound on my lips.
A huge wave of energy shot from my body in a final burst sending the nurses back to the ground as I fell to my knees. The last thing I remember was all the nurses surrounding me and laughter, my own psychotic laughter as I fell back into that very familiar black hole called unconsciousness.
I had a dream about hunters. They were trying to catch people to drain; they were cannibals and did as they pleased. The only thing they respected was me. In my dream these hunters would sacrifice themselves to me when they got old. I would take them and bleed them from the jugular, drinking the long thick vein dry. These cannibals feared and worshipped me because the most pleasurable experience in this world I dreamed of was to be used by me. That's why they took other people, they tried to give them the sense of euphoria they dreamed of one day dying of, but that was ridiculous.
Only I could give that pleasure. These cannibals, they were just killing people, inflicting so much suffering that it made me happy to see something bad come from such well meaning intentions.
I woke up laughing.
This caught my throat off guard. Something was in it. A tube, I actually had tubes in me, a catheter, at least four iv's and a couple smaller tubes in my nose to keep me breathing. I couldn't open my eyes, damn it! I just had that bandage removed now I needed another one? No, I was just that weak. That used up.
But why? For the life of me I couldn't remember what the hell had happened last night. Then it came back in bits in pieces, well, in big chunks mainly concerning Peach.
I remembered the cold, her crying and shivering, me going hypersonic, and our kiss.
I started to cry with happiness; thank God I hadn't forgotten that.
My sobbing made my throat close up, I started to choke. I could hear a fuzzy beeping in the background, as my ECG went crazy.
I could hear the clicking of heels. Shit that reminded me! The nurse from last night was she okay? The emotion of the situation was too much for me to handle.
I mustered all the strength I could and started to tear the pads off my chest and the IV's from my arm. I had felt my way down to the catheter when the nurse stopped me.
"Oh, honey! Don't do that!!" She pinned my arms to my side. Normally I could have overpowered her, but in my weakened state she might as well have been a body builder.
I couldn't see her was she the redhead? No I'd probably killed her. I started sobbing like a moron again drooling because I couldn't swallow. How miserable I must have looked.
"Oh, honey. Shhh…," she stroked my head in an attempt to soothe me. "There, there it's okay." She put her hand on mine then quickly moved it, "I'll take the feeding tube out so you can talk. Would you like that?"
I nodded my head.
"But you have to let me put the IV's back in okay?"
I nodded my head again.
"Good boy," I hated being treated like a dog. "This might pinch."
The pain of her re-administering the IV's was minuscule to what I had felt last night. I would never forget that pain. It was the pain of going hypersonic without a chaos emerald in sight.
She brought in a few more nurses to help her with the feeding tube that was uncomfortable but again bearable.
"Peach!" My voice was weak, "Where's Peach?"
"She's just fine. Thanks to you."
I could feel more hands on me mainly around my mouth wiping up all that slobber and around my hands. Why was everyone touching my hands?
Someone cleaned the breathing apparatus around my nose; someone was putting fresh pads on my chest.
I forced my eyes open to look around. I saw fire. It was hair. The redhead! She was alive. I hadn't killed her.
"How are you?" It was my voice, shaky yes, but mine deep down.
She blushed putting her hand to her cheek, "uh, great actually". Her hand came down to mine. She waited for a second a confused look coming over her face as she waited for a few more seconds. When nothing happened she moved it a looked of pure heartbreaking disappointment darkening her features.
"What?" Was all I could get out.
"Oh, nothing," she had the look of someone getting caught stealing. She nearly sprinted from the room.
All the other nurses giggled.
"What? What just happened?" I asked lazily but with genuine wonderment.
"Um," they all looked at each other until one spoke out.
"Last night when you touched her hand, you know when you gave the Princess to her?"
I nodded my head.
"Well, when she fell to the ground we were all so worried. We thought she was going into convulsions. Well, this morning she let us all in on what really happened…" She looked at all the other nurses who laughed like school girls.
"Go on!" I could hear my ECG going off again.
"She said that when you touched her you gave her the best orgasm she ever had!"
"WHAT?? She orgasmed? That's not what it looked like…but…how was I able to?
"We figured that in your higher state of power you were able to direct all her nervous impulses and blood flow, start up her sympathetic nervous system at the right time and place causing her to have this massive climax."
"Why?"
"We just think it was your way of thanking her, subconsciously of course."
"As you may imagine she's quite fond of you now," they all laughed.
"Is that why everyone has been touching my hands?" I looked up knowingly.
It was their turn to look caught.
I smiled at them, "its okay. I like the attention."
They all breathed thankful, "can we get you something to drink?"
"That's would be awesome."
Two of the three rushed off, the last lingered. Making sure that the other nurses were gone before locking the door. She pulled a chair up to my bed side.
"So," she laid her hands on me gently messaging my shoulder with one while the other traced lines up and down my arm. "What were you doing out in the rain last night anyway?"
I was a comfortable and convincing liar, "you know I can't really remember."
"It just seems strange that you and the Princess ended up this way," The hand that was on my arm was now on my chest, the other was in my quills pulling at the sensitive ones behind my neck.
At this point I got creeped out was she coming onto me?
"It got late, we decided to walk home that's it. Don't you have some nurse duties to worry about?"
"You're the only one in the hospital, I have all day," her hand was now far down my abdomen. A second later it was lost beneath the sheets.
I tried to look down at what she was doing; she pulled on my quills forcing me back onto the pillows.
I felt her hands around me, stroking my trigger so to speak. It felt good. I closed my eyes forgetting how strange this all was, and let her do as she wanted. I was hard even with a catheter.
"Big for a hedgehog aren't we."
My eyes snapped open. That was a snide, sarcastic remark, I didn't care how good it felt this was all too Goddamned creepy and she was a bitch.
"Shit lady let me GO!!" My arms reached to free me from her, but they were too weak and shaky even more so now that I was aroused.
"Shhh…don't fight it you know it feels good. Here…"
Before I could stop her she had tied gaze around my wrists and fastened them to the bar above my head bending the iv's in my veins, causing a strange aching sensation to numb them. She came back to me doing as she had before this time pulling on the catheter,
"That's what we get for being so rude."
"Gngh!" The sensation made my stomach tense, and the pleasure made me see stars.
"Tell me Sweetheart, what exactly did you see last night?" She dipped her head between my legs and with that soft smooth tongue started to caress my scrotum.
"Oh God….," I manage to forget who the hell I was. I couldn't remember, "honestly…lady please."
"Begging already?" The bitch, "you saw something out there to make you go hypersonic. Tell me what it was or I'll stop."
I couldn't fathom a world without her hands around me. She was still stroking me, but now she was using her other hand to gently pull and push the catheter in and out. I could hear my ECG going crazy again beeping so quickly it sounded like a bomb about to go off. All the while her mouth sucked on me. It was perfect torture. If she speed up the motion anymore I would orgasm all over her hands, but she had such control and experience that she was able to perpetually keep me in limbo until she found out what she wanted to know.
"Grrrr…You stupid whore!" I asked her, "why the hell are you doing this?"
"Forgetting formal vocabulary I see. Are we that excited?" She sucked hard and teased, "I'll let you dump this load wherever you want to; just tell me what you saw."
I twisted my fingers into the sheets above my head and gritted my teeth as I tried desperately to remember what had happened the other night. What had made me go hypersonic?
"I was…*huff* afraid *ahh* for Peach!"
"How sweet," she scoffed. "Why were you afraid?"
Tears were streaming down my face; I tried to tear my hands free. I could just beat her off me then, but she had tied me too tight and I was too weak to even struggle. The sheets around me had been torn asunder in my thrashing, my toes were cramping from being curled so long, and sweat had soaked the mattress.
"I DON'T REMEMBER!!!" This bullshit had gone on for nearly fifteen minutes I couldn't handle another second.
"I don't believe you!" She squeezed me hard and then stopped. I climaxed, but due to lack of stimulation it failed. I moaned so loud with disappointment as the potential release faded, that she had to put her hand over my mouth to shut me up. She shoved the catheter in more then was necessary, jolting me as I arched involuntarily. The fatal pressure pushed my orgasm deep down. To say I was suffering would have been an understatement.
I was hysterical shaking from head to toe I managed to shriek, "PLEASE I DON'T FUCKING REMEMBER!!"
She looked at me analyzing me. I looked at her with every emotion coming to the surface. My hands were numb from pulling my restraints so tightly, my mask was not working fast enough to keep oxygen in my lungs, and the iv's were either pushed in too deeply or they had simply fallen out. How could someone take this much torture and not tell the truth?
"You really can't remember, can you?"
I shook my head, "NO!!"
She smiled, that wicked little bitch, "okay I believe you." She pulled the catheter completely out from my urethra. "Where do you want it?"
The feeling of her pulling the catheter finally out was more awesome then words could describe. About a ton of backed up pre-cum spilled from the head of my dick onto my stomach as I said, "your mouth."
"Okay," she looked confused, but she got up on the bed undoing my wrists before putting her head between my legs and taking me to the balls. I could feel the warmness of the deep back of her throat; she choked on me. That's what I was looking for. I grabbed the back of her head.
"SUCK THAT!!" She tried, sucking as much as she could of me as. She choked and her eyes watered.
"You stupid cunt!" I yelled at her, "this is what you get. *ah* for being a BITCH!! Ngnh!!" I pushed her head further down my dick, tightening my grip on her, pulling her hair. She wasn't going anywhere until I was done with her.
"Fucking slut. Hope this is worth whatever they're paying you to molest you're patients," my words were making her shake. "What are you telling me you *fuck* like this? Ngnh!" I hit my orgasm. Dumping about a years worth of sperm down her throat I seriously climaxed for five minutes skull fucking the brains out of that girl. I held her head in place until the last drop oozed from my orifice. I had cum so much it spilled out of her mouth and dripped down my shaft.
"Swallow that!!" The strength I had recovered was really coming in handy. I held tight to her, pushing her head back to my testis. "SWALLLOW THAT!!"
Her look was pained as she coughed down my sticky ejaculation.
"You missed some," I made her lick me clean. She lapped it up greedily. She really did enjoy this.
"Now lick your lips you know I taste good," she did as she was told. "Tell me I taste good," I took advantage of her weakness like she had mine.
"You taste…," her breath smelled like me, everyone would know. "Good."
"Tell me something I don't know. Now get the fuck out of here!" I pushed her to the ground.
She ran to the door shaking as she unlocked it, I could smell the arousal between her legs as she ran from the room, she would remember this encounter forever, that much was sure.
Finally the other nurses returned with my drinks.
"Holy crap, now you guys get back. Jesus I'm really thirsty."
The nurses looked down at my state, their cheeks flushing, "oh dear…what happened."
"Can we just say the redhead came to return the favor?"
They both looked at each other, clearly more then happy to have some new gossip to spread around. Whatever kept them from asking questions, I don't think I could've handle anymore.
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