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  God I hate Mondays, the worst day of the week. It was cool and the sun wasn’t scolding thankfully but I was still sweaty. The straps of my backpack dig into my back, soaking up most of my sweat, as I walk to school. The humidity made my sweat stick to my forehead. It's too damn early and the weekend isn't long enough. I let out a huge sigh. Dread fills me as I approach the double doors of the school entrance. They creek open mockingly as I walk in with a bunch of kids. Shit, I forgot to do my homework, I guess I'll just sloppily do it during lunch. Another heavy sigh. 

I get lost in my thoughts as I walk inside. Everyone around squishes me towards the center and I follow them like a school of fish. I pull out my phone to check my grades. I barely noticed the people around me start to spread out, I just continue on my path to my class. The air is tense and I slightly look up from my phone to look around. The students around me are completely still besides the fact that they move to squish themself further against the lockers. I brush their meekness off and don’t pay attention to the area in front of me. 

“Huh?” I bump my face first into something firm. And fluffy? “What?”

“Watch where you're going dumbass.” A deep grumbly voice says and none too happy. When I look up to see what or who I bumped into. It was a tall dark hedgehog just like me. He had upturned quills with red streaks in them. His face held ruby eyes that burned with rage which were, unfortunately, directed at me. 

“Excuse me. What did you just call me?” I asked offended because what was this dude's problem? It was an accident and I didn't bump into him that hard. 

“I called you a dumbass for not knowing where you were going. You bumped into me because you weren't looking forward, so therefore you’re a dumbass.” He said in a know it all tone with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You're standing in the middle of the hallway where incoming traffic comes inside. I think it's kinda dumb to stand in people’s way. Second, you had ample opportunity to warn me, step out of the way, or something!.” I said as I looked at him directly in the eyes before I turned to continue walking to my class. 

I was roughly grabbed mid-step and pulled backwards. I looked at my backpack and saw that the stitching of the handle was ripped, so I threw my backpack onto the ground by the lockers so it wouldn't get more damaged. I had paid for it with my own money. It was a limited edition backpack from one of my favorite bands. With my beloved backpack out of the way I looked at that tall, handsome hedgehog. My irritation was evident in my eyes as I made prolonged eye contact into his angry red. My stance was in a fighting position with my hands clenched into fists at my side. The look in his eyes just screamed that they wanted to fight, to hurt, to kill. My eyes narrowed as his body language told me he was about to strike. His feet were shoulder width apart while his hands were balled up as they slowly unfurled from his crossed arm position.

The black hedgehog threw a punch towards my face but I ducked out of the way just in time. Holy shit this guy is fast, that's… surprising and mildly concerning. I am the fastest thing alive (besides Scourge), but I don't think that rings true now. How fun, now I have another super speed hedgehog to deal with as well as late homework, lucky me. My dodge just seemed to piss him off more. As he swiftly aimed an uppercut to hit me dead center in the stomach, I gasped as the air was knocked out of me. Ow, ow, a million times ow! His fist dug into me as spit sprayed from my mouth. I gripped my stomach in pain wheezing. I took a few seconds to get my bearings. With shallow breaths I aimed a punch at his face, making contact with his nose. That was a bad idea, not only was this guy’s face made of steel or something but he grabbed my wrist. Using my wrist as a handle he pulled me closer to him, almost touching chest to chest. The tense atmosphere zinged with electricity.  

“Back down if you know what's good for you.” His breath came heavy and hot on my face. I could smell his lavender shampoo and cigarette breath. 

“Nope, not gonna happen. I’m not scared of you and your pompous attitude.” Okay, I was lying. I was extremely intimidated by the taller, stronger, and super powered hedgehog in front of me, but he doesn't need to know that. 

The other hedgehog threw another punch towards my face. My eyes widened as I couldn't dodge it so I prepared for an extremely painful hit to the face.

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  The other hedgehog threw another punch towards my face. My eyes widened as I couldn't dodge it so I prepared for an extremely painfully hit to the face. Then the bell rang loudly cutting through the tension. Just a few millimeters from my face was his fist. I was quite literally saved by the bell. I took this opportunity to grab my backpack and dash towards my class, I was late. I dashed down the blurry hallways, breath heavy from adrenaline and what I would not like to admit, fear. My shoes squeaked against the old tile as I rushed into my classroom and shut the door behind me. The door made an obnoxious slam and everyone had their eyes on me. The teacher, who was a grey greyhound dog, was tapping his foot in sync with his golden rolex watch. His eyebrows were wrinkled into a frown as his prescription glasses slid closer to the end of his elongated snout.  

“You’re late again, young man.” The greyhound said, his name was Mr. Furf. He’s my homeroom teacher. “You know what happens when you come late to class three times in a row, right?” 

“Yes Mr. F” I sigh as I walk to his desk. “I get lunch or after school detention” 

Mr. F made a nod of confirmation. “I expect you to come to detention at four, after school. I know you have PE as your last period so i’m giving you a little leeway if class runs a little long. I'm being generous, you have more than a  half an hour to get here, so don’t be late.” 

“Yes Sir” I said, taking the pink slip from his hands before walking to my seat and sitting down. The students' attention lingering on me. 

Some girls made whispered talk in an ironically loud fashion. They were giggling and snickering to each other, I could faintly pick out ‘he’s cute’ and ‘wow late again’ between the girls. Others gave me a knowing smirk or what I call ‘i’m better than you’  smirk that I was given far too regularly by other dudes. I sigh as I settle down in my seat ignoring their positive or negative attention directed at me. That was until that green, puke colored fucker decided to walk over and set his hand on my desk, way too close to my own. He looked down on me with a shit eating grin, his gold tooth shiny mischievously, alluding to his intentions. He smelled like cigarettes and weed, his breath held the stench of morning breath and smoke. His piercing blue eyes mocked me with meditated hate. 

“Late again, huh?” He snickered ugly before licking his lips. “I guess you aren't as innocent as thought, huh blue. You’ll be my little detention buddy, won’t that be fun.” 

I looked at him confused because I don't remember Mr. F giving him detention, but my confusion faded as I realized what scourge was going to do. I looked at him with my mouth agape as he walked over to his desk and grabbed the milk carton sitting on it. He opened it agonizingly slowly, making it a show, in front of my eyes. He then leaned over the gossiping group of girls from earlier and dumped it on one of their heads. An ear bleeding shriek came soon after and I covered my ears in pain. Everyone’s gaze snapped towards the girl, with milk dripping down her face, and Scourge. The teacher capped the marker he was using to write the date and walked over there with scary calmness. He was angry, he was so angry he was calm. Fuck, Scourge is in trouble. 

“Scourge.” Mr. F said sternly with a calm face, but his eyes shot daggers at scourge. They were so intense I could feel it from across the room, but scourge in his glory, if it was bravery or stupidity I would never know, didn't back down. 

Instead, he stood up straighter as if sizing up Mr. F. If my mouth could, it would have dropped to the floor ten times over. “What's your problem F dog.”

“My problem is you.” Mr. F stared at Scourge before handing him a paper. “You shouldn't have poured milk on Miss Heavenly. I want you to be here, in my classroom, for detention at four. If you don’t show up there will be consequences. I want you to move to a different seat, preferably in the back, i don’t want anymore incidences ”  

Scourge smirked and went to pick up his backpack. The girl that he poured milk onto, Heavenly, glared at him as he moved from the desk sitting next to her to the desk in the back. That desk was right next to mine, I tried to give him the meanest stink eye I could, but he just snorted. His backpack rested flush next to mine as he took the seat next to me with sadistic glee. He moved the desk as close as he could get it, the lip of it hanging half an inch over mine. He made an exaggerated sigh as he stretched out into his new seat. I just tried to ignore him as he tried to get my attention. 

“Now it's time to learn about the Arithmetic properties, I'd suggest getting out a paper and pencil to write down notes.” Mr. F said as he walked to the white and started writing the words ‘Arithmetic Properties’ at the top.         

I opened my math notebook and placed my pencil on my desk. I mindlessly listened to Mr. F and wrote down what was written on the board in black dry erase marker. The sound of paper ripping caught my attention. I look over to see Scourge rolling up a piece of paper. I didn’t pay much attention to it until I smelled the undeniable smell of weed. I looked over to him and saw that he was putting this powdery substance into the rolled up piece of paper. He looked at me and smirked as he offered it to me. 

“You want some, blue?” I shook my head no and averted my eyes away from him. “Don’t be like that. Just give it a little sniff you might even like it, if you’re interested there is a lot more where it came from.” 

“I’m not doing drugs, Scourge, so stop trying to get me to do them.” I said in a low whisper so that the teacher wouldn't over hear our conversation. 

“Oh I get it, you’re scared, you don’t know how to do it or how much to take. Let the pro show you the ropes.” Scourge brough the tip of the rolled up paper to his nose and breathed in a little bit of the powdery substance. “Just a little and then wait a bit for it to kick in.” 

Scourge offered the rolled up piece of paper again as he whipped his nose. “Scourge i’m–”

The door opened and I quickly shut my mouth to see who had entered.

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Scourge offered the rolled up piece of paper again as he wi ped his nose. “Scourge i’m–”

The door opened and I quickly shut my mouth to see who had entered. The whole class turned to look at the person standing in the doorway because they had slammed the door so hard. It was the black hedgehog from before. He scanned the classroom with his ruby eyes, then his gaze fell on me for a few seconds before he turned to the teacher. Mr. F stopped mid stroke, the ink of the marker pooling on the whiteboard, as he looked at Shadow. He sighed before capping the maker once again and turned his body, and attention, towards shadow.

“How may I help you young man?” Mr F finally asked after a few seconds of painful silence. “Why are you here?”

“I’m a new transfer student and this is my homeroom. I Just recently transferred to this school so some changes are still in the process of being changed. They said I would be on your attendance sheet by the end of the week. I'll need a syllabus so I can get the supplies as soon as possible. Where may I take my seat?” Shadow looked at me as he said that last part.

To say that I was surprised was an understatement, I was absolutely flabbergasted by the discovery that the guy I picked a fight with would be in my homeroom classroom. I’m going to get jumped or something after class. This is going to really happen because not only do I have scourge constantly harassing and bullying me but I now have another hedgehog that hates me and will probably make my life a living hell after what happened in the hallway this morning. Mr. F said that he could pick any of the empty seats so I was relieved that I wouldn't have to be forced to sit next to him because I had another empty seat next to me, but that relife was soon short lived.

Shadow started walking towards me and took the empty seat right next to me. “I think i’ll just take this seat right here”

Mr. F went back to his lesson once again, turning his attention back to the board and continued writing. Shadow waited for the excitement of his arrival to calm down and the other students to turn their heads around, facing Mr. F. He then finally looked at me and let his respectful facade fall. The eyes that bore into me were feral and angry. They shimmered with hidden anger and his pupils shrunk into slits. Every fiber in my body demanded that I submit to him and apologize, but my stupid mouth was faster than my brain.

“You think a look is going to make me run home to my mommy? Please. I’m more scared of what's in my drain than those puppy eyes you're giving me. I’m not going to stroke your fragile ego by pretending to be even slightly scared so don’t get your hopes up.” I said with an eye roll as I turned my attention away from him to my paper.

I didn’t dare look to see his reaction to know that he was pissed. I could feel the heat practically radiating off of him. I’m definitely screwed. I just pissed off a guy that was not only as fast as me but stronger than I could ever dream to be. I was so invested in my thoughts I didn't realize that Scourge and Shadow made eye contact. I looked over my shoulder to see that Scourge looked mildly disturbed as he started at Shadow. He turned his attention to me with a frown on his face.

“You know this emo?” Scourge practically spat.

Shadow replied with. “Are you friends with this crackhead?”

Tension started to build between the two of them.

“No and No. I don’t know him. I just got in a fight with him this morning before class.” I paused to look at Shadow. “To answer the second question, I'm not associated with him. I don’t do drugs, let alone weed. We're not friends. He’s just mildly annoying and won’t leave me alone”

Scourge looked at me offended as I tried to explain to the darker hedgehog that I was not associating myself with Scourge in a friendly way. The darker hedgehog looked annoyed as I referred to him as a random guy I met in the hallway. They were both upset with me, leaving me somewhat confused because I'm rivals with one of them and I tried to pick a fight with the other. I just gave up on trying to understand and went back to my notes. They continued to stare at each other for the rest of class, it looked as if they were sizing up one another.

Class seemed to go at a snail's pace. I sit there slumped over my desk between two guys that I don't like. Mr. F’s words seemed to blur together as he approached the end of his boring math lecture. I only needed the first part anyway, that was the most important, the stuff that he was currently going over was just giving examples and helping out the kids who didn't understand the stuff he was covering today. I sigh as I rest my head on my notebook as I watch the clock tick, tick, tick. The red hand on the clock rotated around the face agonizingly slow.

I startled from my desk as the bell rang loudly. Finally, I hurriedly shoved my notebook into my backpack and haphazardly zipped it the majority of the way closed. I was about to get out of my desk, but I was trapped as Shadow or Scourge decided to not move from their spot.

“The bell rang.”  I said hurriedly into the air. “I need to get to my next class.”

Scourge took this as a challenge and leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs and blocking the space to leave. “Sorry blue but I feel nice and comfy here.”

I looked towards Shadow hoping to see if he would move from his spot and let me through. “I’m waiting for the teacher to give me the syllabus, then i'll move”

I made an annoyed noise as I was trapped between two immovable objects. I rolled my eyes before I set my backpack on my desk and turned towards Scourge. He gave me another toothy grin, but that grin was soon wiped off his face as I crawled onto his lap. He looked at me shocked as I straddled him. I then proceeded to slip off his lap and land on the other side of the desk. I flipped him the bird as I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the classroom. I didn't look back to see his expression, instead walked to my next class with a kick in my step.

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The bell for lunch rang and I excitedly grabbed my backpack by the strap, to avoid ripping it further, and dashed out the door. I was racing towards the lunchline hoping that I wouldn't have to wait that long. I wasn’t the only one who was rushing towards the lunch line. I saw Scourge a little bit farther ahead in the hallway, he was also racing to get lunch. The hallways were crowded so it made catching up to Scourge harder. I picked up the pace while I tried to maneuver around people without bumping into them.   

I was just a few steps behind Scourge when he decided to trip me. My legs slipped from underneath me as my ass hit the floor. “That's revenge for what happened in Math, see ya blue!” 

Scourge ran off again and disappeared into the sea of people. I slowly got up from the ground. I was thankful no one decided to trample me while I was on the floor. I dusted myself off and continued to my destination, the lunch line. The hallways were a little bit more crowded since it had been some time since the bell rang. I had no more problems on my trip to the lunch line.

When I finally arrived at the lunch line there were about ten other highschool students, with scourge at the front of the line. I took my place at the end of the line, right behind a wolf. The cafeteria quickly filled as the lunch line got longer. The lunch line wasn’t slow but it wasn't fast either. After Scourge got his lunch he passed by me and threw his apple in my direction before heading to his table of misfit friends.  

It wasn't long before I was the third person in line to get lunch. As I was walking forward to take my place as third, someone walked in front of me, effectively cutting in front of me. I bumped into him. I put my hands in front of me to cushion the impact. We both ended up falling with me on top. I looked down to see Shadow and I gave him a frown. 

“Why did you cut in front of me?” I asked with a little bit of irritation in my voice. “You know you gotta wait in line like the rest of these people.”

Shadow just narrowed his eyes and flashed me his fangs. “Waiting in line would just be a waste of time.” 

I looked down at him with a scowl before I looked to see the position we were in. Both of my palms were to the tiled floor besides Shadow’s head. Our chests pressed together, his fluffy, white chest hair rubbed against my peach fur. My legs were lightly pressed to the sides of his hips in a straddle. I tried to get off of him but ended up sliding lower. My ass pressed down against something warm. I didn’t have a whole lot of time to look back and check what it was before I was thrown off and landed with my back pinned to the floor. Shadow loomed over me before he swifty got up and brought lunch.  

I got up with a sigh and bought my lunch. People looked at me as I walked away from the scene. I walked over to my friends and set my tray down on the lunch table. Everyone was in conversation before they saw me and stopped. Amy scooted next to me as everyone turned their attention to me. I opened my mouth to say something but a white hedgehog sat across from me. It was Silver, one of my friends. He set down his tray in a dramatic fashion. 

“What happened in the lunch line was crazy! I was certain that a fight would break out between you and Shadow.” Silver said, informing our whole group. 

“You know Shadow?” I asked as I plopped a spork into my mashed potatoes. 

“Almost everyone knows him. Right, knuckles?” Silver said as he turned towards Knuckles. 

“Yeah, he’s made quite a reputation for himself. He might be new but almost everyone knows his name or the fact of his existence. He has been causing chaos in quite a bit of his classes and word spread from there.” Knuckles explained. “He might be worse than Scourge if I'm being honest.”

“He’s a transfer student,” Tails clarified. “He has been quite aggressive and is easily triggered by anything that annoys him.” 

I sigh and then chuckle. “He already has a reputation and not for anything good. He tried to pick a fight with me earlier. He really is a jerk and I hope I don't have to interact with him often.”

Amy clung to my arm and rubbed her face into my shoulder. “Are you okay?! How bad did he hurt you? Do you need me to patch you up?” 

“I’m fine Amy. It was just a little scuffle and it was over just as fast as it began.” I reassured her as I tried to get my arm back. 

Amy has a big crush on me, which I have rejected many times before, but I decided to give her a chance. A few days ago he begged me to give her a chance, saying that i can at least give her that. She said that I won't truly know if I like her if I don't give her a shot. I agreed, which might have been a mistake on my end for making her think she had a chance. So now here I am, dating Amy. 

“But Sonic–” Amy was cut off by Scourge hitting the side of our table. 

Scourge got up from the floor and stood with his hands in front of him. Blood dripped from his nose as a smirk played across his face. “That barely even hurts, I'd compare it to being slapped by a girl. So much for being the ‘Ultimate Lifeform’ isn’t that right Mr. Edgy.” 

I shook my head as I watched the scene play out in front of me.

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I walked to my table with a smile on my face as I sat down with my gang. Fiona looked at me and rolled her eyes. She was basically my girlfriend but we weren’t exclusive. She’s an amazing girl but she’s just a substitute for the person I really want. She knows this and is completely fine with our situation, she doesn't have to be committed and gets all her needs satisfied by me.

Fiona set her elbows on the table as she just gave me a knowing look. I just sat my tray on the table and kicked up my legs, setting my shoes on the table. I gave her another smirk. Fang, Bean, and Bark were sitting not too far away. They were also a part of my group. Bean and Bark were playing cards with each other, whoever won got all the money that was betted.

Fang smiled. “So, what fun have you been having? You seem a little too giddy.”

“Just the usual, messing with Blue,” I chuckled. “Guess what.”

Bean and Bark stopped their game and looked at me. They both had matching faces of curiosity. The cards laid flat on the table as their game was forgotten for the sake of hearing something juicy. Fiona Raised her brow as she leaned forward, curious about what I had to say. She held her head in her hands, her palms cupping her chin. Fang was the one who finally popped the question.  

“What? What is so amazing that you need to tell us?” My smirk grew wider as I flashed my golden tooth.

“Blue finally got detention,” I pointed towards myself with my thumb. “And he’s going to trapped with your one and only” 

Everyone’s eyes widened before they all had matching smiles while Fang whistled enthusiastically. “So he finally got detention, well I'll be damned. What for?” 

“It's actually really ironic, if I do say so myself.” I decided that I would build some suspense before telling them.

“Get on with it already, baby” Fiona said with an exaggerated sigh.

“He was late to class too many times, as simple as that” I gave a little snicker thinking about it.

“Heh the fastest thing alive, besides you, was late to class too many times. That is actually pretty funny if I do say so myself.” Fang said.

Bean and Bark started hitting the table in laughter, making the trays jump. Their card game fell on the floor, but that went unnoticed as tears started to form and their faces turned red. After what felt like forever of them laughing they finally quieted down. They took in big gulps of air as they tried to catch their breath from laughing so hard.

“I think I peed a little,” Bark said as he wiped a tear from his eye.

Bean opened his mouth to say something but stared wide-eyed. “Um, boss…”

I gave a sigh. “What, please don’t tell me you shit yourself.”

“It's not that.” He kept looking at a spot behind me. “Its that”

“What's so important–” I turned my head in the direction he was pointing.
Sonic was on top of Shadow. My Sonic was on top of that emo son of a bitch. They looked like they were arguing about something but I was too enraged to make out what they were talking about. He was straddling Shadow with his delicious thighs. I narrowed my eyes on him. He planned this. Shadow wasn’t beating the shit out of Sonic, instead, it looked like Shadow was enjoying it. One of his hands brushed against Sonic’s side, but Sonic didn’t seem to notice.

When Sonic tried to get off, Shadow's eyes widened. He bit his lip as his eyes went half-lidded. I growled when I realized. That prick had a boner and Sonic accidentally sat on it. Shadow was quick to throw him on the floor. Shadow got up and then bought his lunch. He started walking with his tray to an empty table. He had a shit-eating grin on his face. I wanted to punch it off of his disgusting face. 

A snap interrupted me from my thoughts. I looked down at my hand, that is where the sound came from. I had broken the fork I was eating with. I was so mad that I didn't realize I was gripping my fork so hard. I opened my hand and let the broken, flimsy plastic fall to the floor. I looked at my tray, not feeling hungry anymore. Fiona put her hand on me.

“You okay?” She asked.

“I’m going to be right back,” I got up and picked up my tray by the edges, and set my red-tinted glasses on the table. “Watch these for me, okay babe.”

Fiona looked at me as I started to walk away. She took the glasses and held them close to her chest. Only a few steps behind she followed me to my destination. I was absolutely boiling mad. This jerk had no right to just come here and mess up the perfect peace I had. Sonic attention belongs to me and not him. Sonic is my rival.

Fiona grabbed my arm, her grip tight but not painful. I turned towards her, my gaze hot with anger. Her eyes held firm against my glare. If she were anybody else I would have punched the shit out of her. My grip became tighter on the edge of the tray. I took a deep breath in, held it, and let it out. She let go of my arm as I turned my whole body towards her.

She opened her mouth and spoke. “I know you’re angry, but think before you act.”

“Do you really want to pick a fight?” I just rolled my eyes at her but did what she asked.

After a few seconds of running it over in my head, I made up my mind. “Yes, I do and you can’t talk me out of it. I’m going to make him pay for touching what's mine.”
She stepped out of my way after that and followed me. My strides were fast and long. I eyed my target as he ate his lunch. His ear twitched as he heard me coming but he didn’t react otherwise. Only when I was looming over him did he turn to look at me. He frowned at me and I smirked down at him. His eyes widened as I dumped my tray’s contents on top of him.

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That green, puke-colored, prick dumped his lunch on me! He flipped the tray upside down before letting it fall. The contents of his lunch sunk into my fur and ruined my pristine gloves. He smirked down at me as the tray clattered to the floor next to my shoes. My anger seemed to boil over as I watched a clump of mashed potatoes drip from my quills. “What is your problem!?” I shouted as I got up from my seat, standing face to face. 
Scourge's lips turned downwards in a frown. “Let’s just say that it's revenge for what you did in the lunch line.”

I looked at him confused about what he was talking about. Why was he so upset about what happened in the lunch line? He wasn’t even there. I also thought that he hated Sonic since he picked on him so much. I've heard quite a bit about him and Sonic’s relationship since I have been at this wretched high school. It's blooming with hormones that it is practically suffocating to be here. It is too much for someone like me, who hates people. There is too much gossip and drama. It makes me wonder why they sent me to this place.

“What about the lunch line?” I rolled my eyes. “I thought you hated him." 

He gave me a snarl, gold tooth shining dangerously. “I’m the only one who gets to mess with him. I’m not going to let you, some nobody, walk into this school and mess up the system that I have. This is my kingdom, so don’t go acting like it is your turf!”

“Sorry but I don't follow your rules. I’m going to do whatever I want because I can and you can’t stop me.” I could see his jaw clench in anger, teeth grinding.

What I didn't expect, but should have, was a punch to the temple. My head turned to the side from the impact, the skin underneath started to swell but the damage wasn't visible thanks to my ebony fur. He’s strong, I'll give him that, but not strong enough to beat me. I quickly snapped my head towards him with a scowl on my face. I swiftly brought down a jab to his nose and hit the bottom of his chin with an uppercut. He went flying and hit a table several feet away. He quickly recovered and got to his feet, whipping the blood from his nose with a smirk. I glared at him, damn roach. I readied my fists and started to charge forward, he just stood there with a sturdy stance. He was preparing for me to punch him, that's not going to help him much.

When I was in punching range, I tried to aim a punch to the side of his head, his eyes followed my fist. He wanted to dodge or step out of the way but he had nowhere to go when he was trapped with a table behind him. I was unsuccessful as someone splashed milk on me causing me to miss and hit the table instead. When I brought my fist back I saw that I had left a decent sized dent in the orange table in front of me. I turned to see who had splashed the milk on me. My furious scowl faded from my face as I saw who had tried to stop me. It was sonic, he was holding an empty carton of milk in his hands.

“What is going on here!?” He asked with a frown plastered on his face and one of his hands resting on his hip.

I was about to open my mouth to tell him to mind his own business but Scourge beat me to it. “This is between me and him, blue, so stay out of it!”

“I’m not just going to let you beat each other up,” His words were completely ignored as Scourge lunged at me.

We both fell to the floor in a fury of punches. He was on top of me as he laid as many punches as he could to my face. I tried to block as many as I could with my forearms. I wish I could have killed him but I was on a mission and I wasn't allowed to kill anyone, especially fellow classmates. Instead I kneed him in the side and flipped us over. Determined for me to not be on top, Scourge kept the momentum going causing us to roll across the floor. We ended up bumping into the wall with me on top.

“What is your problem!” I shouted at him.

He glared up at me. “My problem is that Sonic is mine, not yours, so keep your hands off him.”

“What do you mean yours!?” I snarled.

“I want his heart and whatever i want i get” He licked his lips. “I want that pretty little ass of his all to myself. Only I get to taste him."

Scourge seemed to be lost in a daze, mumbling about how he'd take Sonic.
His words made me unbelievably angry. I took the opportunity and wrapped my hands around his neck and started to choke him. He widened his eyes in shock and started clawing at my hands trying to pry them off his neck. His face started to turn pale and his eyes were bloodshot as he gasped for air. His movements got weaker as time went by. His struggle became more forceful as he feared for his life. His lids started to fall close and eventually shut. The body underneath me went limp. I could feel the heartbeat under my fingers start to slow down.

I was startled when my hands were forcefully ripped from his throat and was then pulled back from his body. Without a second to waste I got up from the ground and pinned whoever had stopped me. My red eyes met emerald. They were fierce as they stared into mine. I growled and narrowed my eyes at them, it was Sonic.

He didn't falter. Instead, he challenged me, tilting his head back exposing his neck, as he narrowed his eyes as well. Oh how pretty it would look with fangs pressed against it. I flashed him my fangs, a warning to back down. Such a temptation. In turn he exposed his clenched teeth in what I can compare to a kitten growling. His teeth were so dull compared to mine, he couldn't even break skin while I could draw blood with the tiniest bit of pressure. How cute. I lead in closer to his face trying to intimate him. He smelled like fresh-cut grass and morning dew.

"Don't get in my way," I breathed against his lips.

Sonic's tongue poked out and wet his lips subconsciously. The sight spiked my sexual libido. What would it feel like to kiss those pretty lips, nip the skin, and draw blood, to make them swollen from my own lips. I wanted a taste, my own tongue threatened to stick out and trace where his had been previously. What would it feel like to take him right here, right now, to rub it in that green fuckers face. I immediately squashed the thought, there were too many people here. Later, though, I will definitely indulge.

My attention was brought back to Sonic as he began to talk. "I can't let you strangle anyone, even if Scourge is an asshole."

I eyed his neck as he talked, his Adam's apple bobbing with every syllable, I wanted to mark it. "Besides lunch is almost over so I would suggest backing off or teachers might get involved."

"Fine. I'll leave him be, but just do you know he started it and I was prepared to end it," I stepped back from the wall. "For your information, I wasn't going to kill him. Just leave him with a lasting reminder to not fuck with me."

I walked away from him and Scourge but did a quick glance over my shoulder. He let out a sigh and slumped against the wall. Scourge groaned and looked up at him, his hands tracing the place where I had choked him. It was a dark shade of purple. I then decided to continue walking with my ears swiveled towards them.

"I can't believe I got him to leave and not have my ass handed to me in the process. You own me." I smiled at his response, he really thought he talked me out of it.

I disappeared into the cafeteria bathroom with a smile on my face. Sonic thinks that he has the charisma to talk me into leaving, but that's not the case. It was actually the restraint needed to keep my cock in my pouch. I let out a heated sigh as I locked one of the stalls. The things that this hedgehog is doing to me, make me all hot and bothered. He doesn't need to know that though. Time to take care of my not-so-little problem.

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My hand reached out to the handle of the boys locker room and swung the door open. When I walked into the locker room I was hit with the smell of deodorant, cologne, and BO. The worst combination of smells known to man, at least in my opinion. With a big sniff, to get myself used to the smell, I walk in and head to my locker. The locker room isn't exactly crowded but it isn't empty either. There were quite a few guys in the locker room, estimated around thirteen out of thirdy guys that actually came. Most of them were huddled in groups but there were a few guys that were minding their own business.

The floor was littered with stuff. There were clumps of clothes scattered, boxers, PE uniforms, and random pairs of shoes. Let's not mention the countless empty or half empty deodorant sticks that are always somewhere and you can't get rid of them, they're on the tops of lockers, under the benches, behind trash cans, and many other places. They are kinda like glitter, you can never get rid of them. Little bits of wrappers and trash are also in the mix of stuff on the floor.

The majority of the wrappers are condoms thanks to the communal bowl full of them. The idea was that it would help promote safe sex, but most of the time the guys just play with them. I eye the bowl as I walk past it, I snort at the rainbow of different colors and designs for the packaging. Who wouldn't want to play with Teenage Mutant Turtles or hot pink Barbie condoms. I continue my journey to my locker, stepping over other people's stuff, and stand in front of it.

I stand in front of locker 113, my locker. It is a dull grey color, but is littered with stickers from my favorite bands and hobbies, making it pop. With the lock in my hand I fiddle with it and put in my combo. I turn it to the right, stopping at nineteen. I turn it left until it lands on six. Then I do a full rotation to the right before turning it left and finally landing on twentythree. It clicks before unlocking, allowing me into my locker. I open it and grab my uniform. The bottom is a red color while the top is white. I pull the red pair of shorts to my waist and pull the white shirt over my head, being careful not to shred it with my quills.

Now that I'm dressed in my PE uniform I walk out the door leading to the main gym area. It doesn't take long for more of the class to filter out to the gym. When the PE teacher walks there is a cart of dodgeballs trailing behind him. He blows his whistle, the sound carrying across the gym, to get everyone's attention. When he was satisfied with the amount of eyes on him he began to speak.

"Okay kitties, you are going to be playing dodgeball today," He says, voice booming. "Let me go over the rules of the game."

For the next ten to fifteen minutes the Pe teacher lectures about the rules of the game. "Also, there is an optional challenge round at the end of class." My ears perked up at the sound of a challenge, I loved challenges.

The coach blew his whistle and sorted the class into two equal groups, one of the right side of the gym and the other on the left. If anybody passed the middle line then they would be out automatically. My group was mostly made up of girls, our coach was a little sexist, because I was a really good athlete. He believed that the girls were not athletic enough and so he paired them with the guys who were more athletic to try to balance everything. I know that a good portion of the girls were amazing athletes because they were on school sports teams. Our school just so happened to have one of the best girls basketball teams in the district. I smirked to myself because I knew that our team had a pretty decent chance of winning.

With another blow of a whistle the dodgeballs were dumped onto the gym floor. Everyone rushed to pick up a ball, while I just waited until a ball rolled over to me. A whole lot of people got out at the beginning of the game because of the fact there was such a big clump of them. This was the best way of not getting out, waiting for the ball. It has been a hundred percent effective so far so why change it. After the purge of so many students there was usually a whole lot of unoccupied balls that followed, most of which would roll towards the walls behind the dodgeball territories. That was where I was waiting, plenty of balls to pick from.

A pink ball caught my attention. It was rolling slowly towards me and bumped softly against my shoes before stopping. I did a squat to pick it up before quickly standing up once again. With a ball in my hand I walked closer to the middle line and aimed for one of the players on the opposing team. In a full body motion I threw the ball and got someone out. After that it was warfare. Lots of dodgeballs flew my way and I dodged them with ease, I even caught a few and threw them back.

The game seemed to go by in a blur. Dodgeball was one of the things that was actually fun about PE. The majority of the opposing team was gone, but my team wasn't in any better shape. There were about six people on our side and five on the other. I grabbed another ball and got ready to throw it but I was interrupted by the sound of the whistleblowing. Everyone's attention turned to the coach.

"Alright, time for the challenge round. We only have about five minutes left of class," The coach stated. "You have to survive five minutes against the whole class. Whoever wants to participate will step forward."
I wasted no time and stepped forward. "Count me in coach!"

The coach smiled at my enthusiasm. "The challenger is Sonic, everyone get a dodgeball."

"Let's do this," I said as I stared at everyone in the gym with a smirk on my face. "I can do this easy peasy."

The coach blew his whistle for the round to start. "I forgot to mention. If you lose this round then you have to run five miles around the gym after class."

My eyes widened in panic. I ducked out of the way just in time as a ball flew just centimeters from my face. I can't lose because or else I'll have to be the last person in the locker room! With adrenaline pumping, I dodged the flurry of balls that were launched at me. I was anxious because I couldn't see how much time I had left. I was getting tired. I was dodging nonstop while getting balls thrown at me from every possible direction. My breath was heavy and I started to get slower.

My ears perked up when I heard a girl shout. "We got thirty seconds before the bell rings!"

Strength filled me as I was determined to survive the next half minute. If I survive for over four minutes then I can survive just a few more seconds. A smile spread across my face because I was sure that I would win. I was maneuvering and weaving between balls, a few students cursed in frustration. Some of them were also getting tired of throwing dodgeballs. I moved my head as another ball nearly got me. It was almost over. I shrieked in surprise as I felt my foot slip out from underneath me. I had stepped on a ball, which was now rolling across the gym. I landed on my ass with an 'oof' and tried to get up. I was then hit in the back of the head as the bell rang a second.

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The door slams shut as I walk through the door. I sigh as my shoes echo in the locker room. The sound is deafeningly loud with how empty the room is. Some of the lights are turned off making it feel even more lonely. The previous smell of cologne, deodorant, and BO has faded. I make a B-line for my locker so that I can finally change out of my PE uniform. It is uncomfortably soaked with sweat as it sticks against the arch of my back. The clumps of my fur are matted and dark thanks to the sheen of sweat collecting on it. My pants came out heavy from the amount of laps I had to run. My feet drag as I make my way, exhausted from the day I had.

I slip off my gloves before I try taking off my shoes. I let out another sigh, this time of relief. It felt so nice letting my feet breathe. I slip off my socks and set them in a pile with my gloves, they are definitely being washed later. My shorts soon follow, griping the band before letting them slide off my hips as they pool on the cold floor. I carelessly throw them into the growing pile of clothes. Last but not least, my shirt. I grab the edge of it and pull it over my head. I stopped with the cloth scrunched above my chest as all of the lights in the locker room were turned off. My ears perk up as I hear footsteps approach.

"Sorry, but I'm still here. I had to stay after class, I'll be out soon," I say as I pull my shirt the rest of the way off.

A chuckle came from the dark as a hand slammed the locker beside my head. "Don't scream or scream I don't care, but you aren't leaving until I'm satisfied."

The voice that came from the darkness sounded deep and gravelly. He oozed seduction out of every pore as he pressed me into the cool metal. My breathing started to get heavy when my brain processed his implications. I felt my eyes go wide and pressed myself further into the metal. My face felt hot and my ears were pressed to my head. Here I am standing practically naked in front of a hot guy who might or might not want to jump my bones. I felt like I couldn't move and that I was stuck in place. Think! Do something god damn it!

"I have a girlfriend," I reasoned, although I didn't sound very convincing even to my own ears.

I tried searching for the mystery guy in the dark, but the only thing I could make out was the glowing ring of red. "I also have somewhere to be, soon."

A click came from the figure. "Don't look at me with those eyes if you don't want this, it makes you more tempting."

I could feel his breath on my face. It smelled like cigarettes and coffee, black. "What?"

"You are looking at me as if inviting me, challenging me. How could I resist such an enticing offer," he purred into my ear, making it flicker.

A familiar need washed over me as my body became hot. "I-I---"

He brought an ungloved finger to my lips. "Shh. You don't need to do anything, let me do all the work."

I tried to protest but was silenced by a pair of lips being pressed to my neck. A gasp escaped my lips as my body felt tingly. His lips were soft as they moved easily across the skin, marking my neck with hickeys and leaving the fur damp in his wake. When I felt his tongue against the vein in my neck I felt my body jolt. My hands shot out in front of me to find something to cling to. My fingertips met slickly fur and toned muscle as I warped around what I assumed was his forearms. There was so much muscle and power that was held in his forearms.

With my curiosity awakened I let my hands travel down his body. I was shocked to find a patch of soft chest fur paired with toned pecs. He brought his hand and rested it on top of mine before leading my hand down further. I only touched his abs lightly before he moved my hand down lower. The palm of my hand rested against something hot and hard. I gasped at the feeling and tried to pull my hand off but my hand was pushed harder against the mound, cupping it with my palm. The lips on my neck moved to my ear and whispered.

"You feel what you do to me right? It's all your fault," He chuckled which sent another wave of heat to my groin. "You should fix that little problem, don't you think? You know what to do, Sonic."

I shakily let my hands press against the pressure points that would free his dick from his confines. "That's right, good boy."

His dick fell hot and heavy into my hand, the weight of it making me gulp. I wrap my hand around it, my fingers curling around the heated flesh with slight difficulty. I gave it a few strokes to work it to full hardness. When I brought my hand up on a stroke, I palmed the head as sticky precum painted my hand. The smell of it was musky but clean. I got lost in the feeling of his dick in my hands. He didn't have any foreskin and it seemed to twitch every now and then in my grasp.

"Here," a piece of plastic was placed between my lips.

My face felt hot as I realized it was a condom and I tried to take it out of my mouth to open it. "No, open it with your mouth."

My lips were clamped down on one side of the condom. His lips were on the other as he urged me to tear the plastic. As I felt the plastic between my lips I realized that it was an XL, those were usually buried at the bottom of the condom dish. I hesitated. Was I really going to do this. My decision was made when I felt a large hand grope my ass. I pulled my head back and the plastic tore in half. He grabbed the condom from the plastic and brought it down onto his dick. I let the plastic fall from my lips and onto the floor, forgotten.

The strong hand on my ass was later joined by a second one. They gripped the flesh and lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing. His fingers dug between my cheeks, spreading them and exposing what lied between to the humid air of the locker room. My back was pressed more firmly into the metal behind me as the guy slotted his body against mine. I could feel his abs on my belly as his dick slid between my thighs, reaching the crack of my ass. The tip dripped against my hole. My hands were wrapped around his neck and shoulders to not only stabilize myself because I was being lifted, but to also make sure I didn't pass out right there and then. The thought of the monster between my legs being inside me and splitting me in half.

I was expecting him to shove it in, but he didn't."Why aren't you inside me?"

The guy chuckled. "You really are a virgin."

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked, slightly confused.

"I need to stretch you out first, regardless if you're a pro or not," he said as one of his fingers played with the rim of my hole. "Plus I'm too big for you to take it dry."

I gasped as he teased my hole, dipping in just enough not to breach the ring of muscles. I tightened up regardless, wanting to feel it inside me. He clicked his tongue and started to circle the ring of muscle with the tip of his finger. Every rotation made the muscles less tight and more pliable until eventually he easily slipped in. The feeling was foreign and uncomfortable, but not painful. He pushed in until the first knuckle of his finger was engulfed. He wiggled his finger inside trying to test the resistance. Once he was satisfied he started to rub his pad along the walls, massaging them. He was careful not to get me with his claw. It felt sharp and could probably slice through flesh like paper. I had to admit the threat was intoxicating.

"Do you feel me, playing with your soft walls?" He asked, it was a rhetorical question. "You're so tight around just my finger, just imagine how tight you'll be around my cock."

I felt my insides clench around his finger due to his words. "Not only do you clench so nicely for me but you drip for me too."

He was obviously referring to my dick. It was dripping precum which was probably making a mess of his silky fur. I tried to swallow the lump on my throat, i felt guilty and embarrassed for getting my arousal on him. I tried to avoid the gaze of his red eyes that held a smug pervertedness for getting me to react this way. To say that I failed was an understatement. I couldn't stop staring into those eyes. I wanted to bring him closer, so I lifted one of my legs until it was resting just above his hip. I left it there to see if he would brush it off, but instead he used his unoccupied hand to slide down my thigh and rest my other leg on his hip. I was shifted higher against the metal as he held the majority of my weight with one hand.

"You're so strong," I breathed against his lips as I locked my feet together.

He chuckled before replying. "I'm the ultimate lifeform, of course I'm strong."

"Ultimate lifeform?" I tested the word on my tongue. "I've heard that before."

"Yes. I was the one who said it," he replied dryly.

"So I have seen you somewhere before?" I asked as I looked into his eyes.

"Yes," I opened my mouth to ask another question, but I was stopped as he started to feed more of his finger inside my hole. "No more questions."

I wanted to argue but I was immediately silenced as his finger first went to the second knuckle and immediately the third. He let his finger rest there a second before he pulled out, leaving just the first knuckle. This process was repeated a few more times, getting faster each time. It started to fade from uncomfortable to pleasant. Every time he thrust his finger in it would be in a different direction. Almost as if he was searching for something, but what? I didn't have long to dwell on that question because it was immediately answered when the pad of his finger rubbed just right on a certain spot on its way out. It sent a jolt up my spine which caused me to arch and throw my head back in a filthy moan.

I tried to catch my breath but he continued to assault that one spot. "Ahh! What is that... spot!"

"It's your prostate and I'm going to use it to make you not only scream but cream too," he emphasized his words by putting more pressure on that spot making me let out a particularly loud moan.

"That's corny," I chuckled before letting out a soft moan. "It's also not that much of an achievement because I already talk a lot."

"You're getting a little too cocky--" he pressed a second finger against my hole. "Maybe it's time for another finger."

The uncomfortable feeling returned as the second finger slid alongside the first. He didn't give me any time to adjust to the feeling like he did with the first. Instead he spread his fingers apart in a scissor like fashion as he continued to stretch me out. The stretch felt good though, the feeling mixed with the pleasure into a cocktail of pleasant sensations. This feeling was further elevated as he started to drag his fingers out only to shove them back in, hitting my prostate every time. The cocktail of sensations was complimented by the hot pressure that started to build in my belly.

"Fuck!" I gasped out. "Not so fast!"

"Oh?" He teased as he instead became faster with his ministrations. "Why is that my little blueberry?"

"I'm going to cum too fast..." The smug bastard had the audacity to chuckle.

"Then I guess we should finish this up before that happens," a third finger easily slid inside with the other two.

I wrapped my arms tighter over his shoulders at the feeling of him thrusting his fingers in and out, spreading out his fingers every time he was inside. His pinky and thumb dug into the fur of my ass, but not hard enough to bleed just to break a few layers of skin. The uncomfortable sensation was long forgotten as the only sensation was the sting of my ass cheek and the buzz of pleasure in my hole. Everything was starting to feel so hot and humid as sweat and moisture started to accumulate on our bodies. It didn't take long before the sound of fingers thrusting and moving started to sound wet and lewd. It was most likely a combination of sweat, humidity, and anal juices that made it sound and feel so wet.

My orgasm was fast approaching, faster than I would have liked. I knew the guy could tell too because my insides became tight, clenching around his fingers as he continued to thrust inside. The moans that escaped my mouth started to get higher in pitch. My heels dug into his back as I squeezed his torso between my thighs. With my back arched and my body pressing against his chest trying to get his fingers deeper, if that was even possible. My whole body went ridged as i was so close to cumming. I threw my head back, banging against the metal, as pleasure I over took me. I was so close, so fucking close to toppling off that edge.

"I'm cum-" I was cut off by the guy pulling out his fingers.

"Nuh uh uh," he said before bringing the fingers that he used to his mouth and licking them. "You're not going to cum unless I say so."

I let out a whine at his words. "Please."

"You only get to cum on my cock," he whispered in my ear as I felt him press the head of his cock to my hole.

The head didn't push past the ring of muscles. It was teasing. Pushing against the ring and then pulling back before breaching. This was repeated a few times before I became irritated. My finger flew to his hair. I was thoroughly surprised to find quills. He was a hedgehog just like me. I let that information go back to my mind for later when I tried figuring out who this guy was. What I really wanted at that moment though was for him to stop teasing me and just fuck me already. With my fingers in his quills I started to pull at them. The guy hissed at the treatment, being more annoyed than anything else.

"Stop. It." He growled close to my ear.

I huffed at his threat. "Only if you stop teasing and fuck me already!"

"Such a fucking brat," he said. "You need to be taught a lesson."

He got close to my face as his eyes stared into mine with sadistic glee. "Any last words before I pop your cherry and fuck your brains out."

"You're an asshole," I said with full confidence.

"You are what you eat," his mouth hovered over mine. "I can't wait to eat you out. That's for a different time though."

"What--" He shoved his dick inside with a single thrust.

Holy fuck was he big. The condom did little to help ease the entry into my ass. His girth felt like it was splitting my ass in two. The feeling was a mix between pleasure and pain but it washed over me so fast that it felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped onto me. I wanted to gasp out and scream my pleasure for everyone to hear but a pair of lips were firmly pressed against mine, sealing my noises away. After a little while low whines were the only thing that came from my throat.

"Just relax," he said as he rubbed circles behind my ear, it was a sensitive place for me. "It's barely the tip, you need to relax."

"It's not my fault you're so big," I gasped out.

"It's not my fault that you're so tiny," he countered.

"Being big is a compliment," I said as I let one of my hands fall to his chest so that I could run my finger through his chest hair.

"Maybe," he said as he moved the hand on my thigh higher. "Who said being tiny isn't a compliment."

"You having a big dick makes your ego even bigger, while being called tiny could imply that my dick is tiny or that my muscles are small," I tried to reason.

"Then what would you prefer then," he asked as his hand finally stopped at my ass and gripped it. "You have a nice a juicy ass, you're so lean, or you drive me so fucking crazy that I couldn't control myself?"

I let out a little laugh. "Yeah that's good enough."

The guy let out a hum, "you're half way there."

"Yeah?" I said tiredly. "How do you know?"

"One, I can feel how deep I am inside you," he paused, obviously for dramatic effect. "Second... I have night vision, which means I can see how beautiful you look speared on my cock."

My face felt warm at his words, so crude. "You're so romantic."

He presses his lips to my temple. "I consider it a charm of mine, really."

"Oh yeah?" I gave him a smirk now knowing that he could see it thanks to his night vision.

"Yeah," at that moment he shoved his hips against mine making a soft clap.

My hands fisted his chest fluffy as I moaned. When he thrusted in he ended up hitting my prostate dead on. I tried arching away from the feeling but a firm hand on my ass kept me firmly on his dick. It was not only pressing but driven hard against it. The corners of my eyes stared to pool with tears, it felt too good. My insides burned at the stretch and clenched around him greedily.

"Does that feel good?" He said as he kissed my temple.

I could only get out a "mhm" as I relished in the feeling of him inside me.

"Can't talk already?" He chuckled. "I guess my cock really is that good."

At that I got my bearings together as to not stroke his ego. "You wish."

"Getting mouthy on me are we? Keep that up and you won't be able to talk tomorrow or walk for that matter," he pulled out before thrusting back in.

"Don't pretend... Ah... You don't like.. ah! the foreplay!" I tried to say between moans.

The guy eventually built a rhythm. Pulling out until just the head remained before shoving back in until my ring of muscles kissed his base. His balls slapped against my ass and I couldn't help feel even more aroused by the feeling. I could feel his breath hot heavy on my skin as he continued to pepper kisses on my face. It felt oddly affectionate for what was currently happening. Like he isn't fucking my ass raw against my locker in the locker room.

"You're not wrong, I love it," he said as his kisses started downward. "More than you could imagine,"

He kisses my temple again before moving to my cheeks. He kisses my warm cheeks for a few seconds and then continues his journey. My jaw line was given light kisses and soft love bites that made my breath hitch. That seemed to be the start of an avalanche of bites. His teeth left shallow indents as he tried to be gentle. One of my hands drifted to the back of his head and pushed him further into my neck. This encouraged him to have a bit more pressure behind his bites.

"Bite me," I said breathlessly, I needed to feel him. "Please."

"Mmm," he moaned into my neck as his teeth broke skin, probably drawing blood. "You taste delicious."

The current rhythm of his thrusts were nice but I wanted more. "Faster."

"So demanding~" he pured and sped up his hips. "I'll comply, but only if you cum for me."

"I promise I'll cum for you!" I begged, I felt him twitch inside me.

"I need to get deeper," he said as he grabbed the back of my knee. "Let me change our position."

That was the only warning I got before he pulled out. I whined at the loss, but soon found both of my legs resting on his shoulders. It felt like I was folded in half, I probably was. His chest was pressed flush against mine as his dick rested excitedly by the base of my tail. His nose was pressed to the side of my head, inhaling my scent. One of his hands rested on my hip while the other held the tip of his dick in place.

"I would suggest holding on tight," my hands once again found themselves in his quills. "This is going to be a bumpy ride."

In one swift movement he bottomed out. "Shit."

He was so fucking deep, I didn't even know that something could go up that far. This obviously elicited a full body reaction as my body jerked at the sensation. There was no room for struggling as he was pressed flushed against my body, I was squished between him and the locker. It felt like too much but it was so good. My fingers clenched so hard in his quills I thought they were going to fall off. The guy only hummed as he started to thrust inside me again.

I could hear my whining echo off the walls. It was accompanied by squelch of him penetrating me in such a feral manner. A tongue dragged across my jaw before swiping my cheek. That's when I realized that I was crying. I stuffed my nose into the crook of his neck so that I could not only muffle my sounds of pleasure but to also dry my tears into his fur. Pleasure began to build.

The guy trust his hip harder against me as it took more effort to fully thrust in. My body was getting so tight around him that it took more energy. Every now and then his hips would stutter in rhythm and become sloppy, it was happening more and more frequently. My legs shook on his shoulders as I felt myself on the edge. We were both so close to cumming.

A big hand wrapped around my dick and pumped at the rhythm of his thrusts. I couldn't last much longer as my eyes rolled back and my body became rigid before falling limp. I ranked my nails down his back trying to ground myself. The guy thrust one, twice, three times before he buried himself as deep as possible before my insides felt warm and even more full. We sighed in sync as we both basked in the feeling of after glow.

When I had a little bit more grounded I let my hands wrap around his neck. My face flushed when I realized that I had been drooling on the guys shoulder. My dick was now flaccid but his hand was still cupped around the tip. I was confused at first but I then realized that he had collected my cum in his hand. That was even more embarrassing, I wanted to apologize for cumming on him. Before I could do that he brought his hand up and what soon followed was lewd slurping noises.

"Why did you do that," I ask with a hot face.

"Because I wanted to taste you," he replied before bringing his lips to my ear. "Now I only have one more thing to taste."

A shiver of arousal ran down my spine. "Pervert."

"Only for you, Sonic," A gasp left my lips as he nipped the edge of my ear.

"Ahh..." I moaned so softly as he pulled out, I felt so empty.

"Sorry, I should have given you a warning," He said apologeticly as he gently set me down on my feet. "Can you stand?"

My legs wobbled as a dull ache established itself in my lower back, I felt like a baby deer. My hands found his shoulders once again. "Not really, no."

"I guess I was a little too rough with you," He let out a sigh before he wrapped an arm around my waist to stabilize me. "You won't make it in time like this."

"Ah," I said in realization, I still had detention. "I guess I'm going to be late, huh."

"Close your eyes for me," I was confused but complied to his command. "Chaos Control!"

A feeling of weightlessness spread through my body, it was soon followed by nausea. "Ugh..."

"Just take deep breaths, the nausea will pass," He said as the hand around my waist moved to rub soothing circles on my lower back, easing both the swirl in my stomach and the soreness in my back. "The first time is usually the worst."

"Thanks," I said as I took a big breath, his scent calming my nerves. "What's next?"

"First, I'm going to clean up," The sound of something squelchy thumped something metallic. "Second, you're to keep your eyes forward."

The guy moved behind me and rested his hands on my hips. I opened my eyes and kept my face forward. To say I was thoroughly surprised was an understatement, I was absolutely baffled. We were somehow in the bathroom that was closest to Mr. P's class. The wall of the bathroom were a pale cream color, they probably used to be white but time tinted them. Dull blue-gray stalls lined the wall to my right while a row of half a dozen urinals lined the left wall. The door was not too far away. How did we get here?

"It's called Chaos Control," the guy said as if reading my mind. "It's like teleportation, that's all you need to know."

"Hm" I hummed in acknowledgement.

"Walk and keep looking forward," he said as he led me by my hip closer to the door. "Now hurry, don't want you to be late for detention."

He let my hips go when I was just a few feet from the door, I kept walking. I wanted to turn around and see who this guy was, desperately. But the thought of playing detective kept my gaze forward. The thrill of putting pieces together to unveil who this mystery guy was. The satisfying reveal of who left my ass sore. There was also the possible threat of what he would do to me if I found out his identity here and now. All of these thoughts and desires are what kept me from turning around and stealing a glance. I passed the threshold of the door and started my path to detention.

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The walk to detention was awkward, thankfully it was not a long walk thanks to the help of the mysterious guy in the locker room, he had teleported me to one of the bathrooms in the main building. Just because it wasn't long doesnt mean I wasn't uneasy. It felt like there were eyes everywhere, watching me. I knew that was not the case, or thats was what I thought. My footsteps echoed on the walls as I walked across the tile. I don't remember walking down this hallway being so loud, but that might have been because it wasn't full of people and it was just me. The perfect atmosphere for your mind to play tricks on you and give you a heart attack. While I walked I thought I heard another pair of footsteps that were in time with mine but that would be really stupid. Who would be following me? The mysterious guy from earlier? The brush that idea off because he needed to go and would have continued if he didn't have to leave. I eventually came to the conclusion that nobody is following me and I'm just being paranoid.

I looked at my bare hand as I remembered what happened and my face began to flush. I can't believe I actually did that. That was so stupid and exciting, but mostly stupid. I look at the palm of my hand with mixed emotions until my attention is directed at something else. Something was wedged under my nail, several somethings. I used my nail to try to pry the stuff from under my nail out for better inspection. I hooked the edge of my other nails under my nail and scraped the stuff from under my nail onto my finger. I look at what now lays on my finger tip, clumps of hair. It must have been from the mysterious guy because it doesn't look anything like mine. The majority of the hairs are black in color so the guy must have black hair. I should really write this stuff down.

My eye wanders to the clock on the wall beside me. Shoot. It's 3:55 and I'm supposed to be at detention at 4:00. This wouldn't normally be a problem but i can't necessarily run fast right now. I'm so thankful that I didn't have to walk all the way here from the gym. I ready myself to start running and speed down the hallway. I am immediately reminded that running was a bad idea as a dull ache finds home in my legs and pain shoots up from my lower back. My legs threaten to make me kiss the floor and that's when I decide that it's not worth it. I immediately stopped, but then something zoomed past me before stopping a few feet in front of me. I groan as I see who it is. He looks alarmed as he meets my gaze. Someone was stalking me, he was stalking me.

"Why are you stalking me, Scourge?" Anxiety began to creep through my veins. "How long have you been following me?"

Scourge put his hands up in a defensive manner. "Don't get your panties in a twist. I wasn't exactly stalking, just walking extremely close behind."

"How long have you been following me," I repeated, he could have seen what happened.

"Fine. I saw you walk out of the bathroom and then I followed you," He rolled his eyes in annoyance due to my insistence to have an answer. "There, happy now?"

"That only answers one of the questions," I looked at the clock and started speed walking. "Why were you following me?"

He kept his mouth shut as he matched my pace. "More importantly, why are you so slow? You usually don't speed walk, you run."

"Don't deflect my question!" My destination was not too far up ahead, I might be able to make it.

"How about this, you answer my question and I'll answer yours," Scourge said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I don't trust you, you go first," Scourge let out a huff, I could see right through him.

"I was..." He hesitated. "I was following you because I wanted to... thank you."

My hand rested on the door handled of Mr. F's classroom. "I was doing what you would call 'fun' and I had an amazing time."

I turned the handle as I got ready to walk into the classroom. A gloved hand moved on top of mine, stopping me from opening the door. Scourge quickly spun me around and pinned both of my wrists to the door. A scowl found its way onto my face before it immediately faded. Scourge had a blank stare as he looked down on me. This was unusual, I've never seen him act like this before. He brought his nose to my neck and took a deep breath before recoiling. His blank stare deepened into a scowl. His teeth were bared and a low growl bubbled in his throat. I didn't like the sound of that and tried to wriggle free from his grip on my wrist. Why was he so mad? Is it because he has been lying about getting girls? Whatever it was he looked like he wanted to fight and if that were to happen I needed to be ready. I was kinda surprised when he pulled away but didn't let go of my wrists.

"Who. Was. It." The sound felt like poison. "Who did you have sex with?"

I gulped but kept a straight face. "I don't kiss and tell."

The grip on my wrist became almost painful. "I don't know who. I was in the dark when the guy came up to me. It was consensual."

"That was absolutely stupid of you," He released my wrists and rolled his eyes. "Not only is it stupid but its fucking dangerous. He could have been anybody. A fellow student, a random guy off the street, hell even a teacher. Let's not mention the fact that he could have had an STD."

"He used protection-" I was cut off

"Protection means absolute shit. It can't completely stop the transfer of STDs, dumbass," He stopped himself and took a deep breath in before letting it out. "Regardless if he did or didn't have an STD it's still incredibly dangerous to have sex with a random guy. I know a whole lot about this stuff-"

"--Because you're a player and can't stop using girls," I finished.

He frowned at me, but I didn't pay much mind to it because I heard footsteps approaching. "Hello, Mr. Scourge and Mr. Sonic. Are we having a problem here?"

Scourge completely stepped away from me. "No Mr. F"

"Good," He walked towards the door and I stepped out of the way. "It's currently 4:04, sorry for being late."

"No worries, i wasn't doing anything anyway," i said humbly as Mr. F held the door open for me and Scourge.

With that i walked into Mr. F's room at sat in the desk right in front of of Mr. F's. Scourge sat in the very back, the farthest away from me. I gave him a quick glance before forgetting about him. I reached for my backpack and pulled out a blank sheet of paper and a pen. Time to write down the information I know about this mystery guy. I made a bullet point and wrote down "Taller than me" which isn't that helpful because there are plenty of people who are taller than me. I next wrote down that he smelled like cigarettes and coffee, which is a little weird but it might help me figure this guy out. Afterwards, I continued writing down more observations.

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Detention wasn't long but it was boring. It didn't long before me and Scourge were sent home. The sun was starting to set, falling past the horizon as the sky faded into oranges, purples, and pinks. I was so lucky that I didn't live that far from home or it would have been an absolute nightmare getting back, thank you mysterious guy. The soreness had subsided some but was still prominent. I might not be able to run tomorrow. That means I'm going to have to get up earlier so I can actually get to school on time. I hate Mondays.

My ear twitched as a sound came lowly behind me. It might not have been noticeable if I hadn't been so on edge. I looked in the direction it came from but didn't see anything in particular. It was just a tree, anything could be in it. The leaves could have just been ruffled by the wind. I could just imagine a little Flicky hopping around and watching my curiously. My paranoia went away somewhat, how could anyone possibly be up there? I continued up the sidewalk as I forgot about the sound. My pace quickened as my house came into view, the red brick standing out against the rest of the houses in the neighborhood.

I wrapped my gloved hand around the golden handle and twisted it. The door opened inwards and I walked in to see pink hair. My sister, Sonia, was standing with her hands on her hips with a frown on her face. I gave her a sheepish smile and she sighed before turning around to head to the kitchen. We both ended up in the kitchen, on the counter sat two bowls of soup. She grabbed the bowl closest to her and plopped into the microwave on the other side of the kitchen, which wasn't far due to the fact that it was a very modest kitchen. She pressed a few buttons before she turned around to look at me with a frown once again on her face.

"Why are you home so late, I was starting to panic," She said as she stepped closer to me and rested her hands on either side of my face, holding my cheeks. "I was worried sick with the possibility of something bad happening to you."

I let out a sigh and removed her hands from my face and clasped them with mine. "I had to stay after school for a while because I had detention..."

Her expression changed from worry to angry. "Detention!? What did you do that would warrant detention? Please don't tell me you started getting mixed up with Scourge and his friends. You know they are bad, very bad. Sex, drugs, and violence is the only thing on their mind."

"No, no, it was nothing like that," I reassured quickly, I didn't want her to jump to anymore conclusions. "I was just late to class a few too many times."

She let out a sigh and brought her hand to her forehead as if she was having a migraine. "That's ironic."

I snickered. "Yeah, the fastest thing alive was late to class way too many times. I promise that is the truth, even if it is a little bit ironic."

The microwave beeped and Sonia went over to grab her food. "I would suggest heating that up. It is has been sitting there for a while, it is lukewarm."

I looked at the singular bowl on the counter. "Where is Manic?"

"Oh you know how he is," She waved her hand dismissively. "He's at that club playing DJ, again. He probably won't be back until tomorrow and with a raging hangover too."

I frowned a little at her words as I also put my bowl in the microwave. The club that Manic worked at as a DJ payed well, but it was not in a very nice neighborhood. The few times that I have been there I have seen questionable things and Scourge. It was a breeding ground for drug deals and murder, that Scourge to a part in, among other illegal things. Although, Manic has never done anything as serious, but he has gotten into the terrible habit of stealing and pickpocketing. Sometimes even cheating during cardgames to win the money. The microwave beeps, disrupting me from my thoughts. I take it out and open a drawer to grab a spoon. The surface of the soup ripples as the spoon sits in the liquid.

"Go take a shower after you are done with dinner," Sonia says from the other room. "If you want more there is a container sitting the refrigerator."

After eating dinner I headed upstairs towards my room, the door had my favorite band's stickers littered across the white wood. I walk in and headed to the bathroom that connects to my room. The walls were a soft blue color as a red towel hands from a hook on the wall closest to me. To my left it bathtub with glass doors, which doubles as a shower. My shoes are kicked off somewhere by the toilet while my gloves and socks sit on its' lid. I set my phone on the edge of the sink as I step into the bath and turn the knobs. It doesn't take long to get it the perfect temperature. The tips of my fingers run through my quils making it easier for the water to get them wet.

Bzzp.
Huh?
Again. Bzzp.

I opened my eyes, I didn't realize that I had closed them. The screen of my phone was lit up and showed that I had notifications from my messages. I shook my hand off a little before reaching out and sliding the screen of my phone to open it. My brow raised when I saw that the text was from an unknown number and I opened it only to be met with horror. My eyes widened in shock as i saw a picture of me in the locker room but with the sight of me being speared on the mysterious guy's cock. Under the picture, it reads, 'Look at the beautiful face you made'. I was about to type in the question of how he got the picture, but before I could send it another one of his messages popped up. 'I decided that I would have a little souvenir to remember our time together.'

My face felt red with both anger and embarrassment as my hands shook. I got out the the shower and sloppily dried my fur before tossing the towel in a random direction without looking. My body flopped onto my as my ass ached with a little soreness. I let out a sigh as I lay there for a second I looked out the window that looked over my bed. The moon was full tonight and it it looked dazzling as it reflected light down on me.

I looked at my phone that was clenched in my hands and let out another sigh. "I'll deal with this stuff tomorrow."

I threw my phone by my pillow and plugged it in before slumping on top of the sheets. My eyes closed as my head rested against my pillow. It didn't take long for me to completely pass out and for tiny snores to come from me. After the day I had I was absolutely drained and just needed to relax. I was so deep in sleep that I didn't even hear my window unlocking and sliding open. Not even the cold air caused me to stir.

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My ear twitched as the faint click was followed by a soft squeak. I just groaned slightly before shifting to lay on my side and go back to sleep, but a shiver ran down my back. Cool air licked at the exposed fur on my back causing goosebumps to form under my thin blue fur. I shifted once more to lay face down into my pillow and try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling on my back. My hands scooped under the plush of the the pillow as I burrowed my nose into the fabric. Now finally in a comfortable position I let out a pleased sigh and let my eyes close.

I was so close to catching the dream I was having before I had woken up, but I was once again disturbed. My eyes opened half lidded in confusion as my bed dipped with extra weight. I attempted to turn my head to see the cause but I was stopped as a weight pressed down on my back as heavy pants brushed over my ear gently. A hand rested beside my head, just barely touching the edge of the pillow, while the other gripped my right hip. My hand reached for my phone but only grabbed air as my phone was set on the nearby night stand that was out of reach. The hand on my hip firmly pulled me back to my previous position. Then the smell of lavender hit my nose and my eyes widened.

A husky, sweet as honey, voice whispered in my ear. "Why did you ignore my texts?"

I gasped as the hand on my hip rubbed my skin in soothing circles. "I-I..."

"Were you trying to forget the fun we had?" Sharp teeth nibbled my ear gently. "Or were you embarrassed to see how beautiful you looked, how good I made you feel?"

"Before we continue I need to ask you a question." The mysterious guy from earlier hummed in acknowledgement. "I can't allow this, us, to continue if we're not the same age. How old are you and don't lie to me."

He chuckled in my ear before replying, "Seventeen, but because of my background I'm on the same grade as you."

"So you're a fellow student?" I let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to know."

"What did you think I was, a teacher?" The guy asked as the hand on my hip stopped moving.

"Well not at first, but--" I was cut off.

"But what?" The hand on my hip dug into my flesh as his tone came out accusing and harsh. "Have you been messing with teachers, or staff? Have you been getting any suggestive messages that I need to know about?!"

A shiver ran up my spine as I felt his claws just barely penetrate the fur skin on my hip. "No nothing like that. It's just something that Scourge brought up I guess."

"Scourge." The name rolled off his tone like a curse as a low rumble of a growl bubbled in his throat. "Tell me everything."

"Well it started when he followed me-" I let out a sigh as I was interrupted

"He followed you!?" He hissed at my words.

"He only saw me leaving the bathroom nothing else." I felt his muscles relax against my back. "As I was saying, after he followed we confronted each other, he pinned me against a door, and he got upset that I slept with a random guy."

A puff of warm air brushed against my ear in what I could assume as an amused scoff. "He's just jealous that I got to bend you over before he could and now I'm going to be your first for basically everything."

I chuckled a little bit but tried to hide it in the pillow as I mumbled something. "Like my first time."

"Not only your first time having sex," He pulled away a little as he placed kisses along my spine. "But also your first time getting your pretty little ass eaten."

His weight was completely off my back as hand held both of my cheeks and pulled them apart. My tail wagged in excitement as the guy blew warm air against my pucker. I buried my face further into the pillow in embarrassment as a warmness spread across my face and heat pooled in my belly like a knot. The air in the room went from cool to hot and humid. My body didn't shiver from the cold but from pure anticipation as the mysterious guy continued to breath sensually as heavy breaths brushed against the sensitive ring of muscles of my hole.

"Fuck." He half cursed half moaned while his claws he dug into my thighs possessively. "Look at that pretty little hole and it's all for me."

I blushed and hid my face as he audibly took a big sniff. "Mhm."

"Mine to breed, mine to fuck, mine to use." A licked a stripe from my scrotum to the tip of my tail in one fluid motion. "Mine to taste~"

"Ahh!" The feeling of his tongue was pleasant as it glided hot and smooth across my sensitive parts. Saliva coated my skin while it teased the entrance of my hole.

I felt my dick threaten to slip free from it's pouch from just the single touch. My body squirmed from sensation but the claws on my ass and thighs held me firmly in place. I felt the claw tips of his thumbs press gently from opposite sides of the rim of my pucker as it was pulled it part. My hole and my insides tensed as my walls were exposed to the air. A soft whine came from my throat while he groaned at the sight of my hole as it was spread open on his fingers.

"Note to self," he spoke against my hole, teasing it with his breath. "Next time we meet I'm finger fucking you into oblivion."

I pinned my ears down and mumbled into the pillow. "Shut up."

"Oh~ that gives me an idea." He pressed his thumbs in further and used more pressure to pull. "How about I shut you up with my cock instead. I can't wait to see you choke, gag, and moan around my cock as your eyes roll back in pleasure. Sadly not tonight."

"Asshole"

"You are what you eat." His tongue shoved into me without any warning.

His tongue made quick work as it worked itself fully into my ass with ease. He got to work messily slurping and swirling his tongue clockwise. The feeling of the tongue swiping past my prostate had me squealing and pushing my hips against his face to get his tongue deeper. The achy feeling from our previous session was soothed as my raw insides were loved thoroughly by his tongue. My voice got higher and higher on pitch as my moans got louder.

"Sonic!" The familiar voice of my sister came from down stairs. "It's late and you have school tomorrow. Go to bed!"

I clamped a hand over my mouth as my body was propped up on my forearms while the guy only chuckled. "Better stay quiet Sonic or else she'll catch me eating you out as you cum on my tongue."

My hand soon became wet as saliva dripped from between my fingers and down my chin in a puddle my pillow. Although my moans were muffled, it didn't stop some from slipping out. I dug my nails into the skin of my cheek desperately trying to keep quiet as the feeling in my ass caused waves of pleasure. It traveled up my spine like lightning setting fire to my nerves while my dick dropped pre cum on the sheets forming a little wet spot between my legs. Saliva dripped between my legs and into the sheets as the guy sloppily enjoyed his meal. It joined the ever growing dark spot between my legs.

One hand rested on my cheek as his nose brushed the base of my tail while he shoved his tongue as far as it could go into my ass. My insides were now loose at his thorough treatment. The tip of his tongue rubbed against my prostate in just the right way that caused my toes to curl and the knot in my belly to coil tight.  His arm was making a rapid up and down movement as faint wet noises joined the choir of heavy breathing and the slurping noises of the guy's tongue. The sound was so familiar that I immediately knew he was jerking off while he ate me out.

After a while his movements became more sloppy and less organized. My body was shivering as I was on the brink of cumming. I knew that I wasn't going to last long and brought my hand between my legs as I began to stroke myself on time with his licks. It felt so good to give my neglected cock the desperate attention it needed. The guy got more aggressive and gently nibbled my ring of muscles. That was it. That was it! My body went ridged and spine arched into his tongue. I half humped his face as I pushed my hips back trying to get him deeper, if that was even possible. My eyes rolled back and my vision was engulfed in white as I came hard into my hand.

It took a few moments before I opened my eyes as pleasure hummed in my body. I had passed out right after I had my orgasm, it might have only been a few seconds or minutes, but it was still embarrassing regardless. The guy had stopped moving his tongue but groaned as he worked himself though his own orgasm. He pulled back and painted heavily against my hole. He let out a pleased him at the sight of his work, before he brought his hand above my hole.

"I could still taste myself deep in your ass. Sad that you cleaned most of it out, but that just means I have to dirty it all over again and burry my seed deep inside you." He tipped his hand over and fresh warm cum poured into my ass, filling all the little crevices.

I moaned at the feeling as blush tinted my cheeks once more. "Thank you." I said muffled by my hand on my mouth.

"You're welcome, baby." He planted a kiss on my head. "You should get some sleep, we have school tomorrow. I can't wait to see you."

After that his presence disappeared into thin air. I was left spent and exhausted on my bed. I was covered, and full of fluids, but at that moment I didn't really care. Serval mind blowing orgasms in less than twenty four hours and I'm spent. My face plopped into the puddle of drool on my pillow, not really caring that I was sleeping in my own drool. Cum cooled against my skin as the wet spot between my legs became damp, cold mess. My body relaxed once more and my eyes closed. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep again and catch the dream I was having before.

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The sun shined through my open window as a cool breeze brushed my skin. I let out a groan and rolled over to try to fall asleep again, but my plan was thwarted by my alarm ringing. My body curled further against the sheets as I stuffed my face into my pillow to block out the noise. All i wanted to do was go back to sleep. After a while the arm on my phone stopped and I finally got some peace. My back was extremely sore from yesterday, more than I was expecting it would be. The comfy, warm sheets lulled me to go back to sleep and snooze away until noon. At Least that was the plan before I was rudely awoken.

A hand gripped my shoulder and shook my body back and forth. “Wake up little bro, you’re gonna be late for school.”

My eyes fluttered open to see my brother Manic. “Where’s Sonia?” I asked as I slowly sat up from my bed.

“She had to leave early for work, so she tasked me with making sure you go to school.” He looked at me with a mischievous smirk. “Why? Do you hate me or something?”

I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous statement before I planted  my feet on the carpet. My body immediately cumbled to the floor as a sharp pain went up my back. “Woah!? You okay?” His hands were cupped under my arms as he supported me.

“Yeah I'm fine,” I blushed a little in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, you don’t look so good to me,” He let go of me before catching me once again, “What did you do?”

“I fell and landed on my back funny,” The lie rolled off my tongue with ease, if he did notice he didn’t push any further.

“Well you’re getting a ride to school today.” He said as he twirled car keys around his finger.

After a while I got used to the ache in my back and tied my shoes before throwing my backpack into the car and closing the door.  Manic was quick to take his place in the driver seat and turned on the engine. The car smelled like cigarettes and faintly of weed. I tried my best to not breathe too much through my nose to avoid the potent smell coating my nostrils. Manic coughed to get my attention and I turned my head towards him. His fingers tapped the steering wheel in a rhythmic pattern.

“So, Sonia wanted me to tell you that she is going to be on a business trip for a little while.” His tapping got slightly faster.

Irritation itched in my veins. “How long is a while?”

“A week” He stated. “She’ll be back in a week.”
I hummed in acknowledgement. “Why is she gone so long?”

“She is getting a promotion soon, and to be eligible for it she has to go to a business meeting,” He turned down a street. “So, since nobody is going to be home you’re going to have to come with me to work.”

“I’m old enough,” I said almost immediately.

“To be home alone during the day, yes,” I gave him a glare. “But to be home alone at night, no.”

“But–”

“No buts. My work is half an hour away and if anything serious would happen then I wouldn't be there to protect you.” He pulled into the school parking lot. “This is for your safety, plus Sonia would kill me if i didn’t make sure you ate dinner.”

“Okay.” I fell silent in the passenger seat and bit my tongue to hold back my arguments. I know he was right but I don't want to admit that.

Soon his car pulled into the parking lot of the school and slid down the drop off/pickup lane. My backpack rested heavy on the floor in front of me between my feet. I was quick to unbuckle my seat belt and open the car door. The tension in the car was killing me. With a bit of effort I stepped out of the car and stood on my weak feet. They wobbled a little bit but it wasn't as bad as this morning. I slung my backpack over over my shoulders and reached my hand to shut the door, but before i could Manic spoke.

“You know I love you, right?” His eyes were red in the corners while dark bags rested under his eyes.

I gave him a sad smile. “Yeah, I know. Love you too, bro.” A sad smile also painted his face, but it quickly faded as he started to drive away with his lips on a vape pen.

I turned towards the school building and then looked at my watch. Five minutes, I can do five minutes. I shifted my bag on my back before I started to walk inside the building. It was just like yesterday. Some girls were doing duck lips as they took selfies together while a group of football players were chatting about an upcoming game, but all of everything faded into the background as I made my way to class. What was happening around me didn’t matter as much as what was going on inside my head. I needed to figure out who the mysterious guy was while at the same time surviving the school day with the pain he left in my ass.

As I approached my first period I saw Scourge standing outside blowing the smoke from his lips, a vape pen not so subtly hidden in his jacket pocket. “I've been waiting for you, surprised you’re actually on time.” His eyes shifted towards me after hearing the sound of my shoes.

“Thanks, that’s totally not creepy.” I joked while rolling my eyes. “What do you want this time?”

He got up from leaning on the wall and walked towards me with a finger planted in my chest. “You are going to meet me during lunch in the science stalls.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because we need to talk.” He sounded serious as he looked at me dead in the eye. “You better be there or I'm dragging your ass there myself.”

“Okay, okay.” I raised my hands in front of me and gently pushed him off me. “Fine, I'll meet you in the bathrooms in Science hall.”

“Good.” He walked into the classroom, leaving me in the hallway.

“Jerk.” I cursed under my breath before I too walked into class, letting the door gently close behind me, and taking a seat

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I walked into the science building with heavy shoulders. Why did I even agree to meet Scourge in the Science building? This is such a gross place to meet for lunch, but hey at least it is better than the ones in the lunchroom. The door to the Science building shuts with a small slam as wind blows outside. Leaves are flying everywhere and the majority of students are inside eating lunch rather than outside like they usually are.

I shift my backpack uncomfortably as I approach the Science bathrooms. Scourge is leaning against a nearby wall with the tip of a vape pen in his mouth. His gaze is unfocused and distant as he stares at the wall across from him as he vapes. I approached and gave a little cough that disrupted him from his thoughts. He immediately shifts his attention to me and sets the vape pen in his pocket as he blows out a ring of smoke opposite my direction. Oh, how considerate. Heavy sarcasm implied.

Even with the smoke being blown in a different direction the stench still lingers in the air making me cough. “You're worse than my older brother." I remark casually to set a calm atmosphere.

"Let's not get off topic here," He looked at me with a serious expression. “I called you here to talk, not blaber about your boring brother.”

I just let out a sigh. "You are uncharacteristically to the point today.”

"We need to talk about what happened yesterday" He crossed his arms. “You need to be safe when you do stupid shit.”

I rolled my eyes. "This again, really? I don't need you to lecture me for a second time."

"I'm actually not lecturing you about that." He stepped closer to me, almost cornering me against the wall. “We are talking about who it is instead, so do you have any leads?”

I paused for a second before hesitantly setting my backpack down. I quickly unzipped the front pocket and slipped out the notebook I had been writing all of my clues into, but before I gave it to Scourge I grabbed a pencil and wrote down what I had found out last night. Scourge looked at me as I quickly scribbled down bulleted notes. Once I was done I extended my hand to give it to him and he gently took the notebook from my hands.

"Interesting" He spoke as his eyes scrolled across the paper. “He is in our grade. That really narrows down things, but I am concerned by some of your descriptions.”

My face started to heat up. “Shut up.”

“You think he is hot but you don’t even know what the guy looks like. It is not safe.” Scourge pulled out his phone from his pocket and took a picture of the notes I took.

“I thought you said you weren’t lecturing me.” I crossed my arms and looked up at him with a stubborn look.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He said, his tone was serious.

“No.” He leaned in closer, our noses just inches apart. “You’re being unreasonable.”

“I’m warning you.” Even with his warnings I stood my ground. “You know what, fuck it.”

Hands were planted on either side of my head and his lips immediately met mine. My eyes widened in shock, why is he kissing me? One of his hands drifted to the side of my cheek as his desperation melted into more gentle movements. I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I set them on his shoulders, unsure if I should push him away or not. His other hand pulled off the wall and cupped my lower back, pulling me closer against him. Though the situation was a little weird, kissing one of my rivals, he was still a good kisser. After a few more moments of his lips moving against mine, he pulled away and tried to gauge my expression.

“You didn’t push me away.” He said, confusion on his face.

“I…” I looked away from him as a blush started to tint my cheeks, this is so embarrassing.

“You don’t know how long I have been waiting to shut you up like this.” He chuckled a little bit, the hand on my back moving up and down in a soothing motion. “Not to mention how absolutely flustered you are, it is quite amusing.”

“Shut up,” I replied, my face getting hotter at his words.

“Then shut me up.” A challenging smirk painted his muzzle.

I scowled at him. “Fine.” I wrapped my arms around his head and slammed our lips together.

His hands ran up and down my body as our lips moved against each other furiously. Mine were angry, wanting to prove him wrong, while his were teasing and tried to gain dominance over the kiss. Then a tongue ran across the line of my lips, if he thinks that he’s the one leading then he is wrong. I parted my lips but before he could slither in I shot my tongue past his lips instead, my tongue now in his mouth. He smiled against my lips as he pushed me against the wall, his tongue twirling against mine as he got more aggressive. Both of his hands rested on my hips as he held me down, even if I wanted to fight against him it would only result in our bodies grinding together. His body was practically flush against mine, chest to chest, groin to groin.

After a while of breathing harshly through my nose, Scourge pulled away, drool running down my chin while he licked his spit-soaked lips. “But seriously, be careful around the mysterious guy.”

The hot mood was immediately killed by the mention of the mysterious guy. How would he react if he found out I just made out with Scourge in the boys bathroom. “I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want that jerk taking what is rightfully mine.” There was a possessive edge to his tone, his jaw clenching with anger. “When I find out who this guy is he's going to be sorry.”

“I should probably go.” I said, bring him back to the current moment.

“Yeah, we both should.” He started to head towards the door, leaving me in the bathroom. “I don’t want my gang thinking i’ve gone soft or that i’m some fag.”

I scoffed, I can't believe I just made out with this asshole, heat of the moment I guess. When the door shut with a loud thud that's when I knew that I was alone in the bathroom. My hand whipped the spit off my chin as i just stood there against the wall trying to process what happened. Both shame and a little bit if something else bubbled in my stomach, why did it feel so nice but so wrong at the same time. Suddenly a buzz came from my pocket and I unlocked my phone to see who it was. I was expecting it to be one of my friends asking why I wasn't there for lunch, or asking why I was with Scourge, but no, it was a text from the mysterious guy. There were pictures that were attached too, it was of me and Scourge entering the bathroom and another one where Scourge was leaving while licking his lips. 

“Are you explain what you were doing?” My phone trembled in my hands before I burst out of the bathroom to see if he was there, but the hallway was empty. 

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Manic parked the car in the alley behind the strip club, where the employee parking is located. He turned off the engine of the car before looking at me. His gaze was anxious, and it was obvious that he didn't want to bring me with him to work. The feeling was mutual.  The club where he worked was not located in a good neighborhood, and there were often shady people making shady deals. Thankfully Manic didn't stoop any lower than gambling, and if he did he would have probably gotten a mouthful from Sonia, she is scary when she is angry. 

"Hey, look." I looked at Manic as he spoke, uncertainty bleed through. "I know you don't like this place. It is just for a little bit until Sonia comes back." 

"I know," I responded. Where was he going with this?

"If anything happens you come straight to me, got it" I nodded my head. "I don't want to be the reason that you got hurt, never, so please don't get into any trouble." 

With that he unbuckled and stepped out of the car, he turned to me waiting for me to do the same. "Stay close to me." He led the way to a sketchy-looking door and unlocked it with a key he pulled out of his pocket. 

The door swung open with a small creak. The door opened to a bleak-looking staff room with lockers and benches. The lights flickered and buzzed due to the fact they were just cheap LED lights that you could buy at Malmart for twenty bucks per package, which usually contains two or three bulbs at a time. The room also smelled old, which was probably due to how ancient the furniture was. The walls probably had their last paint job fifty-plus years ago, what used to be pristine white was now yellowed and chipping, barely holding onto the wall.  

"Looks... nice." I lied. I can't believe my brother was working in such conditions. 

"You don't have to lie." He unlocked his locker and stuffed his bags in while he spoke. "They had to cut costs somewhere to appeal rich when they're not. That includes having this as the employee break room, smoke room, and fuck room." He looked at me. "Forget that you heard that last part, you're not old enough to know about that type of stuff. 

I cringed to myself. If only he knew. "So where to next?" I changed the subject. 

"This way." He rested his palm on the only other door in the room, pushing it open. "Then we're going to go up the stairs where my equipment is located. I'm not supposed to start for another ten minutes or so, but the boss wants me to be here early."

I followed closely behind him as he traveled up a set of stairs that led to an elevated ledge. There were massive speakers located on either side of the DJ booth, facing the crowd. The DJ booth was simple too, a simple soundboard that had several plugins, two of which were connected to the speakers while another looked like a headphone jack. Manic sat down in the swivel chair and plugged the headphone jack into his phone. He played with the settings of the board, twisting dials, or sliding nodes up or down. Once he was satisfied he opened his phone, scrolled through his saved music, and started playing one. It was a tacky old nineties song, but it helped set the mood of the club. The base boosted and the singer sang about strippers on poles, asses bigger than the planet Mars.  

I snirked. "What are you laughing at?" Manic asked as he turned towards me. 

"The hyperboles," I replied with a sheepish grin. 

"That's what it was like ten to fifteen years ago. I'll let you know that it was very popular when I was a freshman in high school." I gave him a look. 

"It's just kinda dumb I guess." He looked appalled. "Just why would someone talk about girls like that? I just don't really see the appeal."  

"C'mon bro, you have to admit women, regardless of shape and size, look absolutely hot. Those curves, fuck." He made a gesture with his hands, outlining the silhouette of a curvy woman. "Women are to die for. So sexy, don't you think?" 

I thought about it for a moment. Now that I think about it I have never had feelings like that directed at women. Only... My cheeks heated up with that thought. The way he smelled, the way he talked and sounded, the way he felt inside of me. Stretching me in such a way that was almost painful, but felt so right. Like fitting two puzzle pieces together, connecting together perfectly. He didn't have curves, not like a woman, instead, he had rock-hard muscles. The way they pressed against me, held me. They held so much strength and power that could destroy me, but instead, they were soft and gentle. They gave me pleasure, something so new and foreign, but something so wonderful. Usually first times are supposed to suck be he only left me feeling thoroughly taken care of and wanting more, so much more.  

"Ooooo." Manic said in a teasing tone. "Looks like someone has a hots for a girl~" 

My cheeks flushed once more, redness painted the tips of my ears. "Yeah. How did you know?" 

He snickered. "You were making a face. A very specific face." 

"I'm going to go to the bathroom," I interjected before I embarrassed myself more. 

"It to the third door on the left, from the hallway we came from. Should have a sign on it saying, boys." He pointed in the direction of the bathroom before he turned back to the sound bored. "If you need anything just shout for me." 

I followed his directions and made my way into the bathroom. Three or four stalls lined the wall to my left while the urinals were located on the same wall of the door but to the right, privacy dividers separated them. The sinks were on the wall to my right, the mirror had cracks and questionable stains on them. I headed towards the sink and splashed cold water on my face, i needed to calm down. Hopefully this helps. I rubbed the water into the fur of my face as I practically stuffed my head into the bowl of the sink. When I pulled my head up I rubbed my eyes and turned off the water. In the reflection of the mirror, it showed a group of two or three guys standing behind me. I tried not to panic and slowly turned around and made my way to the door.

I was stopped by a hand. "Where do you think you're going, pipsqueak?" The Mobian that stood before me was a polar bear. 

"I finished my business and I was just heading out." I tried to leave again but the hand stopped me once more, this time with a bit more force. "I don't want any trouble." 

Music started to loudly outside the bathroom. "You're not going anywhere." One of the other Mobians said, he was a sand-colored hyena. 

"Manic! Mani-" My sounds were muffled by a clawed hand wrapping itself around my mouth, silencing me. Even if they didn't muffle my struggles Manic probably didn't hear me due to how loud the music was. Damn it. 

"Nobody is coming to help you." They all cackled evilly as they forced me into one of the stalls, locking it behind them, and pressing my body against the wall. 

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"He looks so innocent." The hyena cackled. "It would be such a shame if our fists collided with his face." 

The polar bear punched his fist into his palm. "He would make a perfect punching bag, don't you think?" Both of them held cruel smiles as they cackled. 

The door of the bathroom suddenly opened and the polar bear grabbed me by my neck and lifted me off the floor, my feet dangling. "Better not make a fucking sound. They will be gone soon." The hyena said baring his teeth at me. 

I let out gasped-out chokes as I struggled to breathe. My feet kicked wildly but they didn't do much. Tears began to build in the corners of my eyes as they began to roll back. Drool dripped down from my chin, mixing with my sweat. My head started to feel fuzzy as the edges of my vision became fuzzy. Is this really how I go out, being beaten to death in a grimy club bathroom? They would be the last faces that I would see, wide smiles plastered on their faces as they tortured me with sadistic pleasure. My lungs burned, my ears rang loudly, and my whole body shook with desperation. I needed air.

I was then dropped onto the floor, crumping onto my knees because I was too weak to stand. I greedily gulped in air as the hand around my neck left, choking a few times in the process. My fingers touched over the spot where the polar bear's fingers were previously. It stung a little and there was probably going to be a bruise later, but I was fine. I looked up to see what had happened and why they had dropped me onto the floor so suddenly. The stall door was closed most of the way but I could see that there were three pairs of shoes, one of which looked strangely familiar while the other two belonged to the polar bear and hyena. The hyena was on his hands and knees. 

"I'm sorry!" Came the hyena's voice. "I didn't know that the blue boy was yours!"

"Stop kissing this asshole's feet, he won't stand a chance against us." The polar bear barked as he pulled the hyena up by his scruff. "Get off your fucking knees a fight." 

"You're fucking crazy if you think I'm fighting this dude. Have fun getting your ass kicked." Quick footsteps were heard before the bathroom door slammed shut. The polar bear groaned in irritation before he turned to the other pair of shoes. 

"You really shouldn't have done that." Came Scourge's voice. Scourge was here and he was helping me?! He also seemed pretty mad based off of his tone.

"Let's get this party started, rat." That was then followed by the sound of knuckles cracking. 

I pushed the door open to see the polar bear standing across from Scouge. Scourge a confident green while his eyebrows wrinkled with rage. He had his hands up in front of him as he got into a fighting stance. The polar bear just smirked as he held up his hands and ushered Scourge forward with a cocky grin. He was underestimating Scourge and soon he would have to pay the price of playing such a dangerous game, one of many had played and all lost. Hedgehogs might be prey animals but we can really do some damage if we're motivated enough.    

"Let's dance, baby" Scourge quipped causing the polar bear to snarl and leap towards him. 

Scourge quickly stepped to the side, dodging the punch. He kept his foot out and tripped the polar bear in the process. The polar bear fell forward tripping and struggling to maintain his balance. Scourge grabbed the back of the guy's head and slammed him into the porcelain of the sink. There was a resounding crack as snout met sink. Scourge then followed up his move by slamming his knee into the guy's gut making him spray spittle on the floor. The polar bear fell to the floor with his arms wrapped around his midsection. 

"I can't lose to a rat." The polar bear spat as he got up again.

"We're hedgehogs!" Both Scourge and I shouted in unison. People called us rats way too often. 

"I don't care what you are. You're going down." The polar bear wiped blood from his nose and actually got into a fighting stance this time, now taking Scourge seriously. "You're going to be nothing more than hedgehog paste when I'm done." 

Scourge launched himself forward and hit the polar bear in the snout with his foot. The polar bear stepped back a few times but quickly regained his balance and grabbed Scourge's leg. He then threw Scourge against the back wall of the bathroom and attempted to pin him there with a punch but Scourge dodged again and again, none of the polar bear's hits meeting their target. The polar bear started to pant and his punches began to slow down while Scourge wasn't even sweating. Instead, he had a smile as he outlasted the bear. He threw swift punches and kicks, most of which the bear had trouble blocking with his forearm. 

The polar bear was panting heavily. "This isn't over. I'll get you next time." He threatened. 

"Yeah say that to my boss." Scourge held a smirk. "I doubt that Fang would be too happy about you picking a fight with his successor." 

The polar bear's face shifted to one of pure horror. He quickly made his way to the exit and if he could he would have tucked his tail between his legs too. The sound of the door soon followed, leaving me and Scourge alone in the bathroom, music still blaring outside. Scourge approached me and extended a hand to help me up to my feet. My legs shook underneath me and I almost fell over but Scourge wrapped his hand around my waist. I tried to ignore the heat that blushed over my face. 

"Thanks for helping me out," I said, scratching the back of my head bashfully. 

"You're welcome." He brought me closer. "Now that's out of the way. Why the hell are you here in a place like this?!" 

"You didn't need to yell." I rubbed my ear as it rang. 

"So, are you going to tell me?" He looked down at me, a frown present on his face. 

"My sister is out of town so my brother had to take me to work with him," I said. 

"Your brother works here?" He asked, now curious rather than angry. 

"Yeah, he works the DJ booth," I explained as I felt the hand around my waist pull me even closer. 

"Manic?" 

"Yeah, that's my bro." I giggled nervously trying to gauge Scourge's reaction 

"How the hell are you related to an idiot like him." He half-joked. "You're such a goody two shoes while your brother is a pickpocket and gambler. You guys are almost complete opposites, besides the annoying part.  You are both really annoying." 

"Shut up." I groaned and pushed against his chest lightly. 

"I just saved you from getting jumped by a bunch of junkies. I would be more grateful if I were you" He held a smug smile. "Maybe a reward would suffice." 

"What do you want?" I asked. 

"To have you." He held a serious expression, no longer joking. 

I paused for a second, was I going to have sex with Scourge? My mouth opened but no response came out. He looked at me waiting for an answer. "I don't know." 

"Then let me help you make that decision." He lifted my chin with his other hand and brought our lips together. 

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I melted against Scourge, pressing our lips harder together. His hand left my chin as he put both of his hands on my hips, hands digging in possessively. I let my own hands wander onto his shoulders, using him as support. I was still a little dazed after being choked but that was subsiding. A new type of weakness caused my knees to shake and my heart to flutter. The feeling of his body pressing against mine, the feeling of his fur underneath my gloved hands. The way he looked at me with mutual attraction. The way his lips moved against mine hungrily. Everything was perfect, at least as perfect as making out in a club bathroom could be.

Then the hands on my hips started to lead me, gently pushing me back into the direction of the bathroom stall that I was being choked in previously. Though I was confused I let him lead me regardless. I walked backward until my back firmly met the cold tie of the wall. He pulled away from the kiss and licked his lips, giving me a mischievous grin. My face heated up, turning pink in the cheeks at his action. He was such a pervert and knew how to play his cards.

"Scourge," I said, breaking the silence between us. I pressed both of my hands on his chest, not pushing but enough to put some space between us. "What is this?"

"What is this?" He repeated. "What do you mean, we're having sex?"

"What I mean is are we committed or is this a one-time thing?" I explained, now feeling self-conscious about following through.

"I wouldn't mind if we do this again or make this an arrangement." He replied with a pur.

I looked at him. "I don't think I'm ready." Irritation crossed his face before melting.

"Then we don't have to jump into the deep end, we can build up to it." He said kissing the side of my neck. "Have you ever sucked dick?"

"No," I replied, my ears folding in shame and embarrassment. "I've only ever been on the receiving end."

Scourge chuckled. "Then I'll teach you, lead you."

"Okay," I replied still uncertain. "What do I do?"

"You get into your knees." He pointed towards the floor.

I got onto my knees, the tile floor holding some discomfort. "Like this?"

"Perfect." He praised petting my head as if I was a pet, it felt both degrading and affectionate at the same time. "Now undo my pants, starting with the zipper." I reached my hand out towards his zipper, but he gently swatted it away. "With your mouth only."

I wanted to protest but decided against it.  I slowly got closer to his groin, still nervous, and brushed my nose against his jeans. There was something firm underneath my touch and it was an obvious sign of how excited Scourge was.

"Is that your phone or are you just happy to see me?" I joked and I got an eye roll in return.

"Get on with it, blue," Scourge whined, impatient and needy. "You're giving me blue balls here." 

I nuzzled against the bulge in his pants which caused him to let out a groan and push on the back of my head, urging me to go further. The smell of it was musky, but not as musky as the mysterious guy. The mysterious held a certain musk that just screamed authority and dominance. The smell of it lingered on my tongue and caused a certain heat to pool in my belly. It was pure sweat and natural body odor, not a cheap cologne knockoff. Nothing could ever capture the smell of the mysterious guy, nothing would ever be good enough to compare to the original.

"Blue, are you still with me?" Scourge pulled me from my thoughts. 

"Sorry, I zoned out," I replied. 

"You had a fucked out expression on your face. It was like you were on a trip. I would know." Scourge chuckled to himself. "You must really like my manly smell, don't you?" 

"Shut up." I said before continuing with my task. Why was I thinking about another guy when I'm doing something so intimate with one already? 

I gripped the zipper of Scourge's pants firmly between my teeth. I pulled it down until the zipper couldn't go down anymore and immediately Scourge's Jr was straining against the fabric of his boxers.  There was a tiny dark spot where the head of his cock was located, he was dripping more than a leaky sink. Scourge undid the button on the front of his jeans and then unbuckled his belt. It fell to the floor along with his pants which he let pool at his shoes. I looked at him in the eyes asking for instruction. 

"You can use your hands to pull them down." He pointed down to his boxers. "Just hook underneath the band and pull, it's not that complicated. 

I just as he instructed and hooked my finger under the waistband of his boxers. My hands shook but the hand on my head encouraged me to keep going so I swiftly pulled them down the rest of the way. His cock sprang free and stood in front of my face. It was fully hard and pre was already dripping down the underside of his cock before dripping down and onto his jeans. The smell became more potent too. It was saltier than before and held soft undertones of sweat.  The head was also circumcised, revealing the whole head of his cock. Milky pre cum beaded at his urethra before it too dripped down the underside. 

"You like what you see, blue?" He said suggestively and moved his hips. 

"It's not what I was expecting." I looked up at him. 

"And what were you expecting?" He growled out, offended at the implication. 

"I was expecting you to have a tiny dick because you always seemed to have a big ego." I jabbed, eyes narrowing at him playfully. "But you seem to be about average." 

"I'll show you average when you're choking on my cock." He pushed my head forward and forced the head of his cock past my lips. "Now suck." He quickly pushed my head down until my lips hit the base, deep-throating him. 

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My throat spasmed and my eyes rolled back. "There you go, just like that." Scourge said as he pressed his hand against the back of my head, leading me. "You're a natural at this blue." He gave me a cocky smirk as he looked down at me. This idiot just made me gag on his dick. 

I wanted to protest but the cock made it hard to do anything else besides make random noises. I wanted to punch that smug smile of that green snakes face. Whip the smirk off his face, but how could I do that while preoccupied with a dick in my mouth. The taste of it wasn't good but it wasn't unpleasant either. It was musky and felt heavy on my tongue, or was that the weight of his cock in general. The tip of it threatened to hit the back of my throat, but wasn't long enough to do so. Would the mystery guy be bigger, longer than Scourge? Would he also be better at sex too? So many questions flooded my brain as I fantasized about how it would feel to give the mysterious guy a blow job. Would he guide me or would he take what he wanted, both options were pleasurable. I wouldn't mind if he used me however he pleased. I also wouldn't mind taking control and giving him pleasure instead.  

Scourge tugged on my quills roughly, getting my attention and forcing our gazes to lock. "You like it that much, blue?" I'm going to make this asshole lose his mind and his control, by any means necessary. I can't give him the ego boost when he already has such a big ego. Time to go all out. 

I bobbed my head, going as far as possible without gaging on him. Scourge let out a an audible sigh, easing up on his grip in my quills. Perfect. My hands moved to dig into his thighs, using him as stability as I continued to go down on his dick. It was getting easier the more time went by because my mouth was slowly getting accustomed to his size, stretching to accommodate him. My gag reflex wasn't as aggressive either. Time for tongue. I swirled my tongue around the tip, licking away pre cum and playing with his urethra. That caused him to groan and twitch in my mouth. And he also somehow got harder. I then licked along the underside, feeling every dip and bump, every ridge and vain. It was an odd sensation to say the least but it wasn't bad. I wanted more, so I puffed up my cheeks preparing to deep throat him once again, but he pulled me off his dick. 

"Fuck." He cursed. "Calm down a little bit. Blowing someone isn't just about deep throating them, it also involves foreplay." 

I gave him an irritated look. "And how exactly do I do that? I haven't do this before, so I look at you for guidance." 

"Try teasing it or giving it little kisses and licks, just don't put all of it in your mouth just yet. Work up to that. Make me beg to cum deep down that tight throat of yours. Edge me. Bite me. I don't care." He looked at me with crazy eyes, they were hungry and lust filled. 

I kissed the underside of his shaft, making sure to make solid eye contact during the whole thing. "Like this?" I asked batting my eyes mischievously. I could feel his whole body tremble, all parts desire. 

"You're just a fucking slut, aren't you." His dick throbbed more violently this time, dripping more pre cum than before. The sight was so surreal to see. I have never seen an other guy's cock so up close before. It was also weird because I know what being hard and turned on feels like so it's an experience seeing someone else like that too. "Good boy, keep ogling it, makes me feel all the more turned on." 

"Shut up." I growled before I gently nibbled the on his cock, making him bite his own lip to hold back a moan. 

"Ah." He groaned, eyes fluttering back in his head. "Keep going, I'm so close." 

I doubled my efforts and went back to the pain course. I tried to take him as far as I could into my mouth without choking, which I still did. The feeling of my throat spasming around his cock was the final straw as he threw his head back and his body began to relax as he shot his load down my throat. 

"Fuck that was good." He said petting my head, but when I tried to pull off, his grip became firm. "First rule of giving a guy a blow job, don't spit, swallow. I know you can do it, blue." I glared at him but swallowed down his load anyway. The taste of it was salty, and as it hit the back of my throat I wanted to gag.

Once he was finished, and I had all of his cum in my stomach, he let me go. "Asshole." I growled. Still a little upset about the whole deep throating thing and how he forced me to swallow. "Next time you're blowing my, you will see how it feels to swallow someone's else's cum."

"Gladly." He licked his lips. "We could even do it right now if you wanted. I don't mind." 

"Well I do mind." I said as a blush tinted my cheeks. "My brother gets off work at three and I highly doubt you'd stop if we kept going." 

"And you would be right. I want to do so many horrible things to you." He looked at his watch. "You were saved by the bell, it's almost three already." 

"How did time go by the fast?!" I said, taking his wrist in my hands to double check. 

"I can last long." He chuckled. "But we should go find that brother of yours before I start another round." 

Both me and Scourge walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the DJ booth. My brother was packing up some of his stuff, getting ready to leave. "Hey little bro-" he stopped in his tracks when his eyes met Scourge. "What are you doing with this guy?" 

"We go to the same school, dip shit." Scourge said as he crossed his arms.

"Woah, both of you calm down." I put myself between them to prevent a fight. "Scourge helped me when these idiots tried to jump me." 

My brother looked at the side of my mouth with disgust, there was cum in the corner of my mouth. "Just saving you. Sure." He said sarcastically. 

I quickly whipped the evidence away. "We're going home anyway so let's just go." I said with a pleading voice. 

"Oh, now that you mentioned going home. Can you give me a ride?" Scourge asked. 

Manic was about to protest but I stopped him. "Can we drive him home just this once." 

Manic rolled his eyes, but gave into my demands. "Just be careful around this guy. You don't know him like I do." He whispered, not wanting Scourge to hear. 

"Let's hit the road if you two are done chatting." Scourge barked as he lit a cigarette. 

All three of us headed to my brother's car, both me and Scourge hopped into the back seat, much to my brother's disdain. It didn't take long to get to Scourge's house. "I'll see you tomorrow, right." I asked trying to keep a quiet voice. 

"Tonight I'll do some research on this mysterious guy." Scourge replied back with the same volume. "See you tomorrow, Blue." He waved goodbye to me as my brother drove away. 

This was good, I built a some what friendly relationship with my rival, Scourge, but something seems off. Why did those people refer to him in such a way in the bathroom? Why was the hyena so scared? He was the future boss of something?

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I don't know how this obsession started. All I know is that I need him by any means necessary, and I mean any means necessary. I want him to be only mine; nobody else can have him the same way I do. Nobody else can run their hands along his body. Only I can. Only I will be able to tou.ch that place deep inside of him. The tight, wet crevice that feels like it was made specifically for me. Oh, how I could spend days worshipping that hole, let alone his whole body. He's perfect. Soft on the eyes. Especially his eyes, such a beautiful color. I have never seen that type of eye color on someone before, just him. And he has that challenging glint in his eyes, one that only turns me on when he looks at me. He thinks he can compete with me, but if only he knew how powerful I actually am. Would he still try to challenge me even then? If it does, then it would be perfect for me. Someone to challenge me like no other has. Never in my life have I ever felt so attracted to someone. Never in my life have I had this need to have something, ever. I will have him in the end. 

This obsession is what caused me to follow him home and have fun with him. The first time it turned out great. We both enjoyed ourselves, but i was midly pissed when he mentioned Scourge, that green asshole. He's starting to be a real pain now, getting in the way of me and Sonic's relationship. He thinks that he has the right to Sonic, but he doesn't because he belongs to me. He thinks that he can suddenly make a move just because his power was threatened. If he wanted Sonic, then he should have taken his chance already. If I were him, I would have had Sonic in my clutches already, but he's too much of a coward. He's too weak. He is not good enough for Sonic. And he will never have Sonic, I'll make sure of it. I will even kill him if I have to; no one gets to lay their hands on what's mine. Sonic might not know he is mine, but eventually he'll understand where he belongs, who he belongs to. Plus, Scourge would never treat him right; he's too rough and doesn't know how to be gentle. 

Tonight, Sonic would be going with his brother to work because his sister Sonia is out of town. It didn't help that his brother worked at some sketchy club on the rundown side of town, where some of my targets were located. There were so many criminals on that side of town, most of them were a bunch of losers that weren't worth my time, but a few of them were really dangerous. Those were the ones I was sent after to either bring in or make sure that they were eleminated. I was good at my job, they always disappeared from thin air as if they never existed. No remains found, no evidence, only a clean slate. That is why I have been keeping a close eye on Sonic. I was outside the club looking in through a window, didn't want to accidentally bump into my targets, or worse, Sonic. 

My ears perked when I heard Sonic's voice; it was filled with panic. "Manic! Mani-" He yelled out before his voice was muffled. 

There were two guys, a hyena and polar bear. Their faces looked familiar. The polar bear is one of my minor targets, G.U.N wants him locked up for his involvement with the drug trade. His code name is ice breaker, but his real name is Mike iceberg. While the hyena isn't directly a target he does work for one. Specifically a gang call that kNine, mostly full of dogs and wolves, but has a wide variety of similar creatures, such as foxes and hyenas. His boss is also in the business of the drug trade, but specializes in making the drugs and passing them out to sellers. The hyena is nothing more than just a messenger, meant to only make connections between sellers and the gang. Neither of them are important, and they weren't really that high on my list, but now I have no choice but to eliminate them.

I was about to chaos control into the bathroom and disembowel them in the messiest way possible. Year their internal organs apart before I break everything single fucking bone in their body. I was going to kill them for laying their hands on Sonic. That was until that green bastard walked in. He was on high aler, probably heard Sonic's distress. He looked around before his gaze turned towards the stall, putting two and two together. He didn't seem too happy about the fact that Sonic was getting jumped and jumped into action. These assholes were going to have their asses beat. Scourge might not be as powerful as me but he is powerful in his own right. Being able to get a one on one fight and not immediately get knocked out. He knows how to hold his own, which makes himself dangerous in my pursuit of Sonic because he is a rival, but I shouldn't have to worry about too much. I can easily take him down if I have to. No one but me can kiss Sonic's lips, but this green vomit of a hedgehog decided to steal a kiss from him in the bathroom.

Scourge isn't my priority right now. It is the guys who jumped Sonic in the first place, they come first, even if it means leaving Scourge alone with Sonic for a bit. Knowing Scourge he'll definitely try something, and I won't be there to stop it, but at least he isn't causing any real harm. Besides I'm going to deal with Scourge anyway. Once the hyena and the polar bear leave the club, I'm making my move. First they will pay and then Scourge will pay.

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"You are so pathetic." The white polar bear spat at the hyena. "You just tucked your tail between your legs and ran of like a pussy. You call yourself a drug dealer, you're a disgrace." He was fuming as he shoved the club door open, which led to the alley.

"Says the guy that got his ass handed to him by a guy who was like half his size. Who's the one that's pathetic now?" The hyena shot back, growling. "And who says I'm not a dealer? I work for one of the biggest gangs that produces drugs; they have to get out somehow." 

"Shut up. If I weren't aching right now I would have already kicked your ass into next week." The bear threatened by raising his clawed hand before hunching over in pain. "Stupid dog." 

The hyena bared his teeth and growled. "A dog?! I'm not a fucking dog you panda bear without spots." He shot back. 

"I am not a panda bear, I'm a polar bear!" Tension started to rise between the two as they argued in the alleyway, their volume getting louder and louder. 

"At least I know what a fucking bear is. Hyenas are not even closely related to dogs; we're more related to cats." The hyena said as he got closer to the polar bear. "You're just an idiot." 

"Says the dimwit." The polar bear shot back as he pushed his body against the hyena. 

"You didn't even know who Scourge was, which you should know if you're a real drug dealer. He's one of the biggest names out there!" The hyena yelled, his claws flexing out, getting ready to scratch. 

"I ain't scared of anyone, nor do I take orders either." The polar bear was tight, ready to also swing if the hyena made a move. "Your move." 

"I would prefer if you two didn't fight." Came a smooth voice, dripping with silky seduction. A hedgehog with red stripes stepped into the dim yellow light with a calm smile. "I have a few questions to ask of you if you don't mind." 

The polar bear only rolled his eyes, not even turning towards the hedgehog. "Get lost, pretty boy, this doesn't involve you anyway." He ignored the new mobain completely in favor of gripping the hyena's collar, getting ready to punch him. 

"The thing was I wasn't asking." The hedgehog purred the last few words with barely contained rage. In a flash, he was behind the polar bear, breathing down his neck. "So let's try this again. I have a few questions I want you to answer." 

"I don't take orders from anyone, especially prey animals like you!" The polar bear swiftly dropped the hyena and turned around to face the hedgehog. "This is where you die!" He clasped both hands together and lifted them above his head, ready to smash the hedgehog's skull in. As he brought his hands down, a sickening, wet crack sounded, which was then followed by screaming. "My hands, my fucking hands!" 

"Holy shit." The hyena breathed as he looked at his partner's wrist, completely shattered and sticking out of the skin on his palm. It didn't take long for the details to blur as blood started to gush from the wound, deep red, the same color as the hedgehog's eyes. 

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not prey by any means. Now let's try this again, you guys are going to answer some questions, got it." The hedgehog's eye glowed with sadistic satisfaction. 

The hyena immediately put his hands up. "Yeah, no problem. What do you want to know?" Nervous sweat dripped from his brow.

"What were you intending to do with the blue hedgehog?" The answer was swift and straight to the point, no room for misinterpretation. 

"Just to rough him up a bit, steal some money. Honest." He explained. "That was all we were going to do, I swear." 

"What is he, your boyfriend?" The polar bear suddenly spoke, causing the hyena to give him a look that said: What are you doing? "I don't know about the dog, but I was going to do so much more than rough him up. The kid looks like he'd be fun to play with, he's small, so he must have a tight hole too." The color drained from the hyena's face as his partner continued. "I might not be gay, but a hole is a hole no matter the owner." 

The hyena immediately got between his partner and the black and red hedgehog. "Please excuse my partner, maybe we could work things out—" Before he could finish his sentence his sentence his throat was cut. Blood immediately gushed from the wound while some of it gurgled out of his mouth. 

"Your death will be relatively quick; that is your only mercy." Blood coated the tips of the hedgehog's fingers before he flicked it away in disgust. "You, on the other hand, will not be so lucky. Not only did you leave marks on what is mine, but you also dared to disrespect me in such a crude way. That earns you a punishment far more painful and grueling. You will want nothing more than death to grace you, but she will not come until I decide I'm done. And after, I will hang your bodies for everyone to see."  

The polar bear only laughed. "I'm not scared of you." 

"Well, you should be." The black and red hedgehog threw the body of the hyena over his shoulder before he grabbed the polar bear by the back of the scruff. "Chaos control." In a flash, the world changed and dissolved. No longer were they in the dark of the alley; now they were in the artificial light of a basement. 

"How cute, you have your own little sex dungeon." The polar bear snarked, a smirk spread across his face.  

"I would advise shutting up because from this point forward, for every stupid thing you say, you lose one of the bones in your fingers." The polar bear was thrown with supernatural strength into the opposite wall, while the body of the hyena was dropped onto a metal table. "Now watch what I'll do to you after I am done playing with you."

The black hedgehog used his claws to rip through the clothes that the hyena was wearing, not caring if he broke any skin. It didn't take long for the body to be stripped bare, clothes left in taters. The hyena's eyes were dull, no longer having the shine of life in them. Then the black hedgehog raised his hand, claws extended, and tore through the fur and skin of the dead hyena's body. It easily gave away under the unusually sharp claws, splitting open to reveal squishy insides. 

"I will put you in the middle of town, where everyone can see. Your organs will spill from your body, rotting on the hot cement." There was a sadistic glint in his eyes. "Then everyone can see how disgusting you are, inside and out." 

"You fucking crazy." The polar bear attempted to stand up, getting ready to escape. He was trying his best not to worsen the injuries of his wrists. 

The hedgehog was quick to get him to the floor again, kicking him in the shins, shattering both legs. "So mouthy. I thought I told you to shut up." The hedgehog grabbed one of the polar bear's wrists and started to slowly bed it the other way. The pain was excruciating making the bear cry out. 

The bone then completely snapped, severing the wrist from the polar bear's arm. "You said you would start with my fingers first!"

"I changed my mind." The same thing was done to the other wrist, now they both were only barely hanging on by a piece of skin. "I have so much I want to do to you, but so little time." 

"I'm sorry!" The polar bear cried, his broken wrist swinging from the pieces of skin. "We can talk things out." 

"The thing is I don't back down, ever. No matter how much you beg and cry for me to give you mercy, it will never come. I don't feel any empathy or remorse, only satisfaction. That means your only way out is dying by my hand, which isn't going to be as soon as you like because you're going to be here all night with me." The hedgehog spoke with unsettling calmness. "This is your punishment so take it like the disgusting creature you are." A bright flash of light appeared in his hands and he used it too cut off the loose skin that was barely holding the broken wrists. At the same time it cauterized the wound stopping the bleeding. "Can't have you dying on me just yet." 

"What the hell was that!? What the hell are you!?" The bear stared in horror at the burnt nubs that were left of his hands. 

"The name is Shadow the hedgehog. I am the ultimate lifeform, born in a lab and made for only one purpose. To destroy." The bolt of lightning in his hand disappeared. "And you touched the only thing in this world that I love. You put marks on his fragile skin, so I will make more permanent marks on you. Your deaths will be an example to anyone who tries to hurt my love. My Sonic."

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Last night had been interesting, and not the good type interesting. It was a little scary being jumped at the establishment that my brother worked at, not that I thought the place he worked at was safe by any means. The place was on the bad side of town, and from what I have heard from my brother, not good stuff happened on that side of town. It was most popular for its' crime, specifically drug related crime. It got to the point the police gave up on trying to stop it after their effort amounted to nothing. If one drug dealer was pulled off the street, there would be three more in his place. It got to a point where it was too much and people started quitting, the police gave up on that side of town, sticking to the nicer part of town. The left many criminals and drug lords with no supervision and full rein over down town. That is how those people in the bathroom exist. That was probably the most scared I have ever been. Let's just say getting choked was not on my todo list of things,nor do I want to experience that again. So much happened last night. Then there was the fact that Scourge came out of nowhere and kicked those guys' asses. Which I am very thankful for, or else I would have ended up much worse than a few bruises. 

"How am I going to hide these?" I ran my fingers over the circular bruises that littered the underside of my neck. The thought of playing it off as nothing more than an accident was an idea that came to mind, but the bruises were so clearly fingerprints, a larger Mobain's fingerprints. Not to mention that there were also indentations where his huge claws dug into my neck, it is kinda surprising how Manic didn't notice the scratches last night. Probably too focused on the cum in the corner of my mouth. "I could wear a scarf, but wouldn't that look suspicious. Maybe I could say that it's just hickeys ? Which would then be kinda embarrassing and he is probably going to give me the talk. Which is more worth it, him freaking out about a guy almost strangling me, or him giving me an awkward talk?" It didn't take long for me to make my decision, telling Manic it was just a hickey.

There was a brown bandana on the counter, it was something that my aunt gave to me as a gift. I didn't really care about, but it was really coming in handy. Thank you aunt Nene. I brought it up to my neck and tied it tightly in the back, making sure it wouldn't accidentally slip and reveal what was underneath. The fabric felt weird around my neck, but I just needed to get used to the feeling. The fabric was soft so that when it rubbed it wasn't irritating. I suprizingly looked good with a brown bandanna. Maybe I should wear one more often cause it looks good. The brown color contrasted against my blue fur, it made me feel pretty. Would my friends get suspicious of the bandanna too? Would the mysterious guy think it would look cute on me? I could always take a picture and send it to him, but that would be kinda weird, willingly sending pictures to your stalker. 

"Sonic!" Manic yelled from the kitchen. Right, he's taking care of me until Sonia gets back. This is around the usual time that Sonia wakes me up so that I can eat breakfast before school. And I'm unusual because I'm not even awake yet, but here I am fully awake and basically fully dressed. "You need to eat before school starts! And you have to eat, no fighting me on this, you know how Sonia gets." Manic continued to shout. 

I quickly made a few adjustments and fixed my quills so that I was at least presentable. "I'm coming down, just give me a second!" I shouted back, shuffling me shoes onto my feet before walking down the stairs. Manic was standing over a plate with his mouth stuffed full of food, the only evidence that there was anything on the plate was few crumbs on the corner of his mouth and on his plate. "So what did you make?" 

Manic took a few seconds to chew before swallowing down everything in one go, it was kinda gross but that's Manic for you. "Don't expect anything too fancy. I don't know how to cook the same way that Sonia does, so I made Nutella and toast. It is pretty good if you ask me. Chef's kiss." Manic then did a chef's kiss into the air to emphasize his point. "Oh, your plate is over there by the toaster." 

"When you sat you can't cook like Sonia you mean you don't know how to cook in general." I jabbed, making him frown at me. "I'm just teasing you though. Thanks for the breakfast. It looks good." I picked up the plate in my hands and started eating the three pieces of toast buttered with Nutella. Manic was right, it did taste pretty good, even if it was a little too sugary. "I should probably start packing for school, it starts in half an hour." 

"Oh, about that." Manic stopped me. "The school sent out a message saying that school is canceled today due to some incident this morning. They wouldn't disclose the details though. It has to be big if caused school to close for today. Maybe we should see what's on the news." Manic got up and set his plate in the sink before he headed to the TV room and grabbed the remote. He quickly navigated to the local news channel. "Holy shit." 

I was still in the kitchen eating Nutella. "Is there something wrong, Manic?" I asked, my voice muffled by the food in my mouth. There was an uncomfortable silence that followed my question, so I walked into the TV room to see what was up. "Manic, what's wrong?You usually reply to me when I talk to you. What happened—" My voice caught in my throat. 

"Two bodies were found dead this morning in the middle of town. Their bodies were mangled, almost unable to identified, but their faces were untouched. They were both male Mobians, predator species. The hyena of the pair was named Scott Hound, twenty three years old. The cause of death was blood loss and suffocation due to the wound on his neck causing him to bleed out and choke on his own blood. He was then sliced open shortly after death, his organs spilling onto the ground" There was a picture of the hyena that had aided in jumping me last night. A sudden feeling of nausea hit me, I knew that guy. "The other Mobian was a polar bear named Mike Iceberg, twenty nine years old. He sustained the most amount of injuries, most of his body sustained trauma. Most of his bones on his body were broken and his wrists were completely severed from his body." Him too? This had to be a coincidence, the strange guys from last night that threatened to beat me up just so happened to end up dead the next morning. "But something that they both seem to have in common is the fact that they were both disemboweled. There was also a note left at the crime scene. 'You left marks on the one I love most, so now you forever bare the marks of you sins, Now everyone can see how disgusting you really are, inside and out.' They were known for be notorious in the drug industry and police suspect that this crime was committed due to a gang war. Everyone is advised to stay inside until further notice while police dispose of and try to find the culprit of this horrific crime." 

I almost didn't make it to the bathroom before I puked all of my breakfast into the toilet. Two people were dead because of me. But who could have done this? The only people that could have possibly known about me getting jumped are the dead people and... I paused. The note left at the crime scene referred to me as their love. The only other person that knew was Scourge and recently we have developed a relationship of sorts. And there is also the fact that Scourge might be in a gang due to how the hyena spoke of him. The police also suspects that it was caused by a gang. Would Scourge actually go as far as to commit murder? Is he a criminal?