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The Love of Ladies Behind Locked Doors.	By : Menydragon5 Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Hey, Amy!" Sticks called out, her voice echoing through the corridors of the Resistance HQ. She had come to visit her friend and team member, hoping to catch her in a moment of downtime from their usual battles against the nefarious Doctor Eggman.

Amy looked up from the table she was sitting at, her eyes glistening with a sadness that was unusual for the usually energetic hedgehog. She forced a smile, trying to hide her true feelings. "Oh, hey Sticks," she replied, her voice lacking the usual cheerfulness that accompanied her greetings.

Sticks' eyes narrowed, taking in Amy's slumped posture and the way her tail drooped behind her. She knew something was off. "What's going on?" she asked, a concerned tone lacing her words. "You don't seem like your usual self."

Amy sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping further. "It's just... Sonic," she confessed, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I don't know how to get him to notice me. I mean, I know he's busy saving the world and all, but..."

"You've got it bad for him, huh?" Sticks said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She sat down beside Amy, her tail swishing back and forth. "I've seen the way you light up when he's around."

"I just can't help it," Amy admitted, her voice a mix of frustration and adoration. "He's so amazing. Strong, brave, and so... blue."

"Well, I've got some advice for you, if you want it," Sticks offered, leaning in closer. "But it might be a little... unconventional."

Amy perked up, eager for any insight her quirky friend could provide. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know how I've got these animal instincts?" Sticks began, her eyes bright with excitement. "I've noticed that Sonic's got a bit of a wild side too. Maybe, just maybe, you need to show him that you can keep up with him, that you're as adventurous and spontaneous as he is."

Amy nodded slowly, considering Sticks' words. "But how do I do that without seeming too... desperate?"

"You don't have to do anything crazy," Sticks reassured her. "Just be yourself, but maybe with a little extra... oomph."

"Thanks, Sticks," Amy said finally, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "I'll think about it."

"Remember," Sticks said, placing a comforting paw on Amy's shoulder, "Sonic's got a soft spot for those who aren't afraid to be themselves. Just show him what you've got, and I'm sure he'll see it too."

Amy's eyes widened with an idea. "What if... what if you could help me?"

Sticks raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "How so?"

Amy took a deep breath, her cheeks growing even redder. "You know how much I love him, right?"

Sticks nodded solemnly.

"Well, what if for today, just for a bit, you pretended to be Sonic?" Amy suggested tentatively. "I could... practice... my moves on you, and maybe get a better feel for what he might like."

Sticks' grin grew wider. "I get to be the blue blur?"

"Yes," Amy replied, her voice hopeful. "And I promise, I won't tell anyone."

The badger's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Alright, deal. But you've gotta promise me something in return."

"What's that?"

"That you'll actually go for it when the real deal comes around," Sticks said, her expression serious. "No more pining from the sidelines."

Amy nodded firmly. "I promise."

With a sly smile, Sticks leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay, then. Let's get to it. I'll be your blue-haired test run."

The room grew thick with anticipation as the two friends locked eyes. The air seemed to crackle with energy as they both realized the gravity of what they were about to do. Sticks had always had a bit of a crush on Amy, though she had never admitted it out loud. This moment, where they were about to engage in something so intimate, was like a gift wrapped in the guise of friendship.

"So, where do we start?" Amy asked, her voice a soft whisper.

"Just pretend I'm Sonic," Sticks said, her tone dropping an octave, trying to mimic Sonic's cool demeanor. "You know, cocky, full of himself, but with a heart of gold."

Amy giggled, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Okay, I can do that."

The first few moments were awkward, as they both tried to find their footing in this new role play. But as they continued, the lines between friends and crushes began to blur. Sticks' eyes took on a glint of the hedgehog she was pretending to be, her movements swift and precise as she mirrored what she thought Sonic would do. Amy's eyes lit up, watching Sticks closely, taking mental notes of every gesture and smirk.

"Come on," Sticks urged, her voice now a perfect copy of Sonic's. "You can do better than that. Show me what you've got, Amy."

Amy's pulse quickened, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, and then leaned in closer to Sticks, her lips brushing against the badger's ear. "Hey, Sonic," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "I've been waiting for you."

Sticks felt a shiver run down her spine, and she had to fight the urge to lean into the touch. Instead, she played along, turning to face Amy with a smirk. "Amy, you know I'm always ready for action."

Their gazes held for a beat too long, the air between them charged with a current that neither could ignore. They both knew they were pretending, but the feelings that stirred within them were all too real.

Amy reached out, her trembling fingers tracing the outline of Sticks' chin, tilting it upward. "I've been dreaming about this," she whispered, her eyes locked on Sticks' lips.

Sticks leaned in, closing the gap between them. "Then maybe it's time to make those dreams come true," she murmured back, her own heart racing.

Their lips met in a soft kiss, a gentle pressure that grew stronger with each passing second. Amy's hands slid up to cradle Sticks' face, pulling her closer as the badger's arms wrapped around her waist. It was a kiss filled with hope and desire, a kiss that held the promise of something more than friendship.

For a moment, they forgot about their roles, lost in the passion that had been building for so long.

"Mmm, you're really good at this," Amy whispered, breaking the kiss briefly to catch her breath.

"Thanks," Sticks said with a wink, her voice still deep and teasing. "You'll be ready for the real McCoy in no time."

Amy's heart skipped a beat at the thought, her cheeks flushing even more. "Do you really think so?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and hope.

"Oh, absolutely," Sticks replied, her hands sliding up to cup Amy's cheeks. "You're everything Sonic could ever want."

Encouraged by the words, Amy leaned in for another kiss, her tongue slipping out to dance with Sticks'. The badger moaned softly, her own desire growing stronger. They kissed like they had been waiting for this moment their entire lives, each movement and touch feeling more natural than the last.

Sticks' thumbs traced gentle circles on Amy's cheeks as they kissed, her other hand finding its way down to the hedgehog's waist. She felt the warmth of Amy's body, the softness of her fur against her palm. It was intoxicating, making her want to explore every inch of her.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss you," Amy murmured between kisses, her eyes fluttering open to gaze into Sticks' blue orbs.

Sticks' smile grew wider. "Well, now you know," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But remember, this is just practice."

"Right," Amy nodded, though her body was screaming for more. She took a step back, her eyes never leaving Sticks'. "Okay, let's keep going."

The badger took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Alright, Amy," she said, her voice returning to its usual pitch. "What's your next move?"

Amy looked down at her own hands, which were shaking slightly. She had never felt this way before, not even when she had kissed Sonic in her dreams. She took a deep breath and decided to go all in.

"Why don't you sit down," she suggested, gesturing to the chair she had been sitting in earlier. "Let me show you what I've learned from watching you."

Sticks' eyes widened, but she did as she was told, sitting down with a thump. Amy approached her, her hips swaying slightly as she moved. She placed one hand on the armrest, leaning in close.

"You're so fast, Sonic," she purred, her breath hot against Sticks' neck. "But I've got a little surprise for you."

With that, she straddled the chair, her skirt riding up to reveal her white and lavender striped underwear. Sticks felt a jolt of arousal, her heart racing at the sight. She had never seen Amy like this before, so bold and sure of herself. It was a powerful feeling.

"Amy," she began, her voice hoarse with want.

"Shh," Amy silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Just keep pretending."

Their eyes met again, and in that moment, Sticks knew that she had been pretending for far too long. The attraction between them was palpable, and it was no longer just for the sake of a crush on Sonic. It was real, and it was intense.

Their kiss grew more heated as Amy's hands roamed over Sticks' chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fur. Sticks' own hands found the zipper at the back of Amy's dress, slowly lowering it to expose the smooth skin beneath.

"Your skin is so soft," Sticks murmured, her voice filled with wonder as her fingers traced the curve of Amy's spine.

"Yours too," Amy replied, her own hands exploring the badger's body, her touch growing bolder with every passing second.

Their kisses grew more fervent, their bodies moving in a dance that neither wanted to end. It was as if they were two puzzle pieces that had finally found where they belonged, fitting together perfectly.

"I want you," Amy whispered, her voice barely audible. "All of you."

Sticks nodded, her own desire overwhelming her. "Then take me," she said, her voice thick with longing. Without another word, she scooped Amy into her arms, the hedgehog's eyes widening with surprise and excitement.

"Where are we going?" Amy asked breathlessly as she was lifted off the floor.

"Somewhere more private," Sticks replied, her eyes never leaving Amy's as she carried her down the hallway. "Somewhere we can really practice."

The journey to Amy's bedroom felt like an eternity, the anticipation building with each step. When they finally arrived, Sticks gently set Amy down on the bed, her gaze lingering on the pink hedgehog's flushed face and heaving chest.

"You're so beautiful," Sticks murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Thanks," Amy said, her voice a soft purr. "But let's keep going. We're not done yet."

Sticks nodded, her eyes smoldering with passion. She climbed onto the bed, hovering over Amy, her hands resting on either side of the hedgehog's head. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice a seductive rumble.

Amy's heart raced as she took in Sticks' strong form above her. "I want you to be rough," she said, her voice a mix of challenge and need. "I want to feel alive."

Sticks' smile grew predatory, and she leaned down to claim Amy's lips in a bruising kiss. The force of it took Amy's breath away, leaving her gasping for more. The badger's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and the softness of her belly.

Amy's own hands were not idle, sliding up to tangle in Sticks' fur, her nails scraping gently against the badger's back. She arched her body into the touch, her legs wrapping around Sticks' waist to pull her closer.

"Is this what you want?" Sticks asked, her voice a growl as she nipped at Amy's bottom lip.

"More," Amy panted, her eyes dark with desire. "So much more."

Their kisses grew more frantic, their bodies moving together in a symphony of passion. Sticks' hands slid under Amy's skirt, her rough paws caressing the soft fur of her inner thighs. The sensation sent a shiver up Amy's spine, making her whimper into the kiss.

Sticks took that as an invitation, her fingers moving higher to find the warmth and wetness that awaited her. Amy's breath hitched as Sticks touched her most intimate spot, her body reacting instinctively to the pressure.

"You're so wet," Sticks murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Is it because of me?"

"Yes," Amy gasped, her body writhing beneath the badger's touch. "It's all because of you."

Encouraged, Sticks slid a finger inside, her eyes never leaving Amy's. The hedgehog's eyes rolled back in her head, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I need more."

Sticks added another finger, her movements slow and deliberate, watching as Amy's body responded to her touch. She felt a sense of power, a thrill that went beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

"Sticks," Amy moaned, her eyes fluttering open to meet the badger's gaze. "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

But before she could finish her sentence, her body tensed, and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. Sticks watched with a mix of pride and awe, her own body responding to the sight of Amy's release.

When the tremors finally subsided, Sticks leaned down to kiss her again, her own need now unbearable. "It's my turn," she said, her voice a heated whisper.

Amy nodded, her eyes glazed with passion. "Take me," she said, her voice a soft invitation.

Sticks didn't need to be told twice. She pulled off her own skirt and panties, revealing her arousal. Amy's eyes widened at the sight of the badger's wetness, and she could feel her own excitement growing even more. "You're so wet for me," Amy whispered, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and desire.

"Always," Sticks replied, her voice husky as she positioned herself above Amy. Her hands found the hedgehog's shoulders, gripping tightly as she began to rock her hips back and forth, their pussies sliding against one another. "I want you to feel how much I want you, Amy."

Amy's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the delicious friction between them. "Oh, Sticks," she moaned, her legs tightening around the badger's waist. "That feels... amazing."

Sticks leaned in, her teeth grazing Amy's neck as she increased the pace. "Does it feel like Sonic?" she asked, her voice a tease.

"No," Amy gasped, her nails digging into Sticks' back. "It feels like... it feels like you."

Their breathing grew ragged as they moved together, their bodies in sync. Sticks whispered sweet nothings into Amy's ear, her words a mix of love and lust. "You're mine," she murmured. "My little hedgehog."

Amy's breath hitched at the words, her body responding to the possession in Sticks' tone. "Yours," she agreed, her voice a needy whine.

Their hips met with a wet smack, the sound echoing through the room. They were both lost in the moment, their friendship forgotten in the haze of passion.

"Fuck me, Amy," Sticks demanded, her voice a low growl. "Make me cum."

Amy's hands slid down to Sticks' hips, helping to guide her movements. She could feel the badger's muscles tensing beneath her fingertips, the heat of her arousal against her own.

"Harder," Amy panted, her body begging for more. "I need it harder."

Sticks complied, her hips slapping against Amy's with increasing force. The sound of their wet flesh colliding filled the room, punctuated by their gasps and moans. It was a symphony of pleasure, a dance of desire that neither wanted to end.

"Yes," Amy cried out, her eyes squeezed shut. "Right there. Oh, Sticks, don't stop."

The badger didn't, her movements growing more erratic as she approached her own climax. "Amy," she groaned, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm going to cum."

"Do it," Amy encouraged, her own body tightening around Sticks'. "Cum for me."

Their bodies moved together, faster and faster, until Amy felt the pressure build within her once more. She arched her back, her eyes flying open to meet Sticks' as she came, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Sticks followed suit, her body shaking as she slammed their pussies together three more times before finally letting go.

Their orgasms crashed over them like a tidal wave, drowning them in sensation. They remained like that for a moment, panting and gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.

"Wow," Amy finally managed to say, her voice breathless. "That was..."

"Amy," Sticks panted, her eyes still closed. "That was more than I ever imagined."

They shared a smile, the intimacy between them stronger than ever. It was a moment that would forever change their friendship, a line that had been crossed and could never be uncrossed.

Slowly, Sticks pulled away, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She collapsed onto the bed beside Amy, their legs tangled together.

"So," Sticks said after a moment, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "How did I do?"

Amy turned to look at her, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well," she began, her voice light. "You certainly know how to make a girl cum."

The badger chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "Always knew I had a knack for it."

They lay there, basking in the afterglow, their bodies still humming with desire. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment where they were just Amy and Sticks, just two beings who had found something special in one another.

"I never knew," Amy murmured, her voice still a bit shaky. "I never knew it could be like this."

Sticks nodded, her hand finding its way to rest on Amy's thigh. "Me neither," she admitted. "But I'm not complaining."

Amy leaned over to kiss her, a soft, lingering press of their lips. "Neither am I," she said, her voice filled with affection. "Neither am I."

Their eyes met again, and in that moment, they both knew that nothing would ever be the same between them. They had found something that transcended their friendship, something that was raw and primal and beautiful.

And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, they realized that sometimes, the most unexpected moments in life are the ones that end up changing everything.
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