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Sonic couldn’t help but feel a sensation of dread bubbling inside his stomach. Something feels wrong about it , he thought. It wasn't just the fact that it was already getting darker; the shallow rain that had been falling all day was surprisingly becoming heavier and denser as the sun started setting. And by the way the wind blew, Sonic was sure it would soon turn into a storm.

No, something about this entire mission felt a little out of place. 

“Still don’t have any sight of him,” Sonic sighed, frustrated, pressing two fingers against his earpiece. On the other side of the line, Rouge gave him a small hum in acknowledgement. The search hadn’t been exactly the most productive one. Even if Sonic was fast, he was having a hard time tracking down a hedgehog who would easily blend within the darkness if he tried hard enough. Besides, all the wet terrain was making his shoes slide against the mud, so it was a little harder than usual to gain enough acceleration.

“I think it’s better if you find a shelter soon, Blue,” Rouge pointed out, and Sonic’s ears twitched as he could faintly hear the vague sound of a keyboard in the background being picked up by the microphone as she spoke.

“I saw an abandoned cabin earlier,” Sonic considered, taking a moment to press his heels against the floor, trying to break himself, only realizing his mistake once, instead of stopping, he just slipped through the wet forest floor. He would’ve smashed his face against the tree trunk if he hadn’t been quick enough to brace his arms in front of himself to stop it. 

 However, the sudden motion made the hood of his raincoat fall back enough that a few droplets that had been accumulating on top of the leaves fell all in one go on top of Sonic’s head, causing him to feel all the fur on his body stand up with the sudden cold and wet sensation on his quills. Sonic shook his head in such a quick succession, surely making a small brrr noise, trying to shake the droplets away in an instinctive action.

Almost a little sheepish, even if no one was watching to see it, Sonic simply pulled the red hood of his coat back to cover his head, deciding to focus on his temporary goal. He kicked his shoes against the bark, trying to get rid of the excess mud before dashing himself from branch to branch, ascending the tall tree until he was at the top of it, just half of his body poking out of the dense treetop.

 Immediately, his ears twitched at the sound of a more consistent volume of the rain dropping against his raincoat once he hadn’t the soft coverage of the trees and leaves to keep him safe. Still, Sonic remained unbothered, steadying himself on the highest branch, a hand shielding his squinting eyes as he searched for his target. 

 Once he caught, a few miles away, a small glimpse of a clearing coupled with the cabin he had said earlier, Sonic smiled, a little more positive.

“Alright, I found it!” He cheered optimistically after pressing his pointer finger against the earpiece. “I can stay there while it rains and continue looking for Shadow tomorrow.”

At that, Sonic could feel a small white noise coming from his earpiece, a signal that Rouge was pressing the button to say something, yet no words came out. Sonic didn’t comment on it, thinking that if she opened her microphone, she would eventually talk.

 So the hedgehog just busied himself by holding his gloves and shoes against the bark of the tree, letting himself slide down through its extent like a firefighter would slide down a pole. The tree trunk, dampened by the rain, granted him a minimal friction slide.

Instead of moving right along, Sonic stood under the tree. The rain wasn’t dense enough; he needed immediate coverage, he noted after a glance upwards, so he could afford to wait a few more moments to give Rouge enough time to form her words properly.

To be quite frank, Sonic felt rather suspicious of her. Because telling him Shadow was missing and giving him the exact area he was last seen wasn’t just by the goodness of her heart, wanting to warn a worried friend that his rival was gone. Because even if Sonic wasn’t that close to them, he knew that Team Dark worked through their problems in their own secret and reserved way. So the fact she had reached out for Sonic, in secret, may he add, to urge him to join this mission was odd to say the least.

But one thing Sonic knew she could trust about Rouge was that she cared about Shadow. And if Shadow was in trouble, then Sonic wouldn’t even blink an eye before jumping in to help. So that’s why he was out here shivering in the rain, and that’s why, despite having a lingering feeling Rouge hadn’t been completely honest with him, Sonic still agreed to be part of this mission. Because that was at least the one goal they had in common: finding Shadow and keeping him safe.

 “Sonic…” She started talking, even if there was a hint of tiredness in her voice. Despite being a little suspicious, Sonic couldn’t help but feel a wave of sympathy for her. She hadn't slept ever since they started the search mission, and, by the bags under her eyes when she briefed him about it, it seemed like she was awake even longer. Truly a testament of how worried she was about Shadow. That, also, had been one of the multiple reasons Sonic agreed to help.

“Go to sleep, Rouge,” Sonic said in a low voice, sensing another pause in her voice. Even if she couldn’t see, he instinctively made a small reassuring smile. “Look, it has been a long day, we can continue this tomorrow!” Sonic chirped, hoping the optimism in his voice could help to ease some of her burdened mind.

 Sonic never enjoyed seeing people sad. It was just part of who he was. He liked bringing small joys to other people, so if giving the bat a few reassuring words and a promise of a night of sleep could help, he couldn’t see why he shouldn’t do it.

“Besides…” Sonic said, looking upwards. Despite the thick layer of leaves blocking the sky, Sonic could still see it darkening through the cracks. “Maybe we will have a better chance of spotting him with a clear sky!” 

“Oh, hon,” Rouge sighed, soft and tired. But ultimately, she seemed to give in. “Perhaps you’re right. I'm not feeling myself without a good night's sleep.” She added with her usual sultry and confident tone. A mask, so easily applied as she had been putting makeup to cover up her eye bags. But as Sonic has seen through both, though he didn’t say a word about it.

However, before Sonic could finish the call and wish her a goodnight, from the white noise in his ear, he could tell she still wanted to tell him something.

“Sonic,” she finally called, a tone that made him perk up, surprised. No nickname, no smooth talk, a genuine call, no masks, no makeup. “There is something you need to know-”

However, before she could finish her sentence, a loud thunderclap rudely interrupted them. The sound echoed through the woods, startling the poor hedgehog, who heard the approaching storm.

“Ops- gotta go now!” Sonic said, fearing that even if he was fast, with all that mud, he would have to hurry to get to the cabin on time. He started running, cringing at the way his rain boots slid through the mud. What was it that you were trying to tell me?”

“…” A pause, giving Sonic time to concentrate and get his balance right without falling face first into the floor or against a tree. “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Good night, hon.”

 And, with that, Rouge was gone.

 In between his (admittedly very damp and dirty) running, Sonic couldn’t help but feel a small pang of frustration. Yes, definitely, Rouge is hiding something from him. Now, what she was hiding was a whole other story. But Sonic pushed the thoughts aside. First he needed to get himself somewhere with a bit more stable coverage, other than thin and weak leaves, to get through the incoming storm.

He reached the cabin just in time before the heavier and denser wave of the storm passed through him, making Sonic shiver at the sound the pouring rain made, the powerful drops of water falling hefty against the forest floor and the cabin’s wooden roof. The wind was so strong Sonic almost had a hard time trying to push the door close, pressing all his body down against the wood while he gritted his teeth, slamming it shut with a harsh shove.

At least, by the way the insides were pitch black with darkness, it seemed like the windows inside the dusty abandoned shack were closed. Sonic leaned his back against the door, sighing in relief that he found the shelter from the tempest ending the world on the outside. He barely had time to pull down his hood and start digging in his pockets for the small lantern he'd brought, to avoid spending the night in the eerie darkness, when a low, throaty growl from the shadows froze him mid-action.

“Sonic?” The ears of the hedgehog flickered up, a glint of recognition on his because that was Shadow’s voice. Sonic couldn’t even open his mouth, smiling to reach for his rival, when a nasty and furious snarl cut him. “Stay back!”

Sonic squinted, moving his head in the direction the noise came from. The closed windows and blinds, coupled with the raging storm outside, were making the scenario inside the cabin a pitch black darkness, unable to see anything but very vague silhouettes inside, making Sonic have a hard time even distinguishing if the shapes he was seeing were the vague silhouette of the furniture or Shadow backing away against a corner.

He wasn’t a guy who was so easily scared, much less of Shadow, but… Somehow, Sonic felt goosebumps trailing through his body, as if some instinctive part of him felt that something was wrong. His survival instincts screamed that he would have a better chance of staying safe on the raging storm outside than continuing inside, which was a ludicrous idea. Sonic knew Shadow wouldn’t hurt him (not much, at least), so why was he having such a dreadful feeling growing in the pit of his stomach?

“Shadow, dude-” Despite himself, Sonic still took a step forward, but he stopped himself from moving at the sound of another warning growl. “Rouge has been really worried about you.” He said, continuing to palm inside his pockets, trying to find his flashlight so he could give Shadow. 

“What are you doing here? Did she send you?” Ignoring Sonic’s question, Shadow rebated with his own. The more he talked, the more Sonic could feel something… Weird about his voice. It was Shadow’s, he was sure of that, but it sounded even graver and snarlier than usual. Maybe it was because of the supposed transformation that Rouge briefly had mentioned?

“Well yeah-” Sonic said while grabbing his flashlight, pulling it out from his pocket, and ready to turn it on, before Shadow stopped him once again.

“ Do not turn it on! ” He hissed, his voice feeling even heavier and distorted than before. Sonic hesitated. Maybe in any other context, he would have no qualms pushing his rival a little more, but after a whole day trying to look for Shadow Sonic did not want to provoke him too much and end up scaring him away.

Not to mention that the way Shadow’s voice dropped a few octaves did nothing to alleviate this uncanny uneasiness creeping up his spine.

“Hey, buddy, relax,” Sonic said in the best reassuring voice he could, taking his hand away from the switch of the flashlight, raising his hands in a small offer of peace. “Look- Rouge told me you had some kind of weird transformation and you’re freaking out about it- and it’s fine- I get it! Believe me or not, once I got turned into a werehog and…”

Sonic tried to talk, to ease into the situation. While searching for him, Sonic vaguely thought telling Shadow about the time he had changed into a werehog, to tell him that he shouldn’t be so scared and Sonic would be there to help him get through his, just an attempt to make Shadow feel safer, but Sonic soon enough heard a loud and pained snarl, sounding even more wild and urgent than before, interrupting him right at the beginning of his story.

“ Fuck!” Shadow growled, and by both the thuds and slamming sounds against the wood coupled with the harsh and very vague sight of silhouettes moving around in the dark, Sonic could see that Shadow was struggling. A frustrated snarl came from the darkness, soon being followed by an urgent “ Leave!”

“Dude, you’re freaking me out,” Sonic said with a light tone, trying to hide the fact that he was indeed getting startled by the erratic and uncanny sight. And the worst of it all is that Sonic couldn’t even see the event unfolding in front of him. He squinted his eyes, trying to see if his vision could get used to the darkness, even if a part of his brain screamed at him that he shouldn’t even see . “Are you hurt? Maybe I could help.” Sonic offered, swallowing down all his fear, forcing himself to take a careful step forward.

“ Stop! ” Shadow warned him once again. Sonic faltered. He could feel goosebumps traveling through his entire body. Even if it was wet, Sonic was glad he hadn’t removed his raincoat yet, because at least Shadow wouldn’t see his fur standing up in alert. But he couldn’t hide the way his ears flickered or how his quills bristled.

 It almost felt like Sonic was a fearful prey, forcing himself to approach a wild and uncontrollable predator.

“Shadow…” Sonic swallowed dry. He wanted to move forward, to keep pushing, but this stupid and instinctive part of his brain kept telling him to run, that this was not safe. Both contradictory emotions made him almost freeze in place. He barely had taken more than two uneasy steps away from the door, yet he felt like he was pushing against a delicate balance. “Hey, calm down, tell me what’s wrong.”

 Sonic was probably using the same tone of voice he did when trying to ease a scared and hurt animal in the woods, like trying to coax a scared kitten stuck in a tree to stop clawing the bark so Sonic could get a hold without the risk of getting a strike. The problem is that Shadow was definitely not a kitten, and whatever was going on was probably way more dangerous than a simple scratch against his cheek.

Sonic tried once again to move forward, his boot making a loud creak against the old wooden floor, and, exactly like a wild and scared animal, the single and small disturbance was enough to make Shadow feel intimidated enough to react.

“ LEAVE! ” Shadow growled, his form looming over Sonic at the exact same time as lightning struck outside. The bright flashing of light was enough so Shadow’s distorted form got visible enough in the darkness that Sonic found himself stumbling down with a gasp, his rear hitting the floor at the same time the thunder echoes through the forest. ‌

Nothing scared Sonic easily. If anything, most of the time, he revelled when he felt the adrenaline pumping through his blood. But the sight of the monstrous form in form coupled with the strange eeriness and dread creeping down his spine was making Sonic truly freeze in place. A sense of panic crossed through green eyes, unable to control the shaking of his limbs. 

Because, truly, screw the werehog comparison, because what was that? When Rouge told him, ‘Oh, Shadow is missing because he got a transformation and is freaking out about it,’ he expected that Shadow would have grown a third eye or, maybe possibly even turned into a vampire or something like that, or that he at least would still resemble a hedgehog ‌, but this? The creature he saw may as well be completely unfamiliar. No wonder this freaks him out. 

However, it seemed like the thunder also got Shadow by surprise, because hopefully, instead of striking, he just cowered against the shadows once again. Frozen in place, Sonic stared directly at the darkness. Now that Sonic had gotten a glimpse, his mind could try to outline and make sense of what he was trying to look at.

A mass of shadowy tentacles moving in such a way that almost blended with the pitch black inside the cabin, coming from a large, shaped head slightly curved at the front, making Shadow’s form almost look like a squid. Five red orbs that almost seemed to shine in the dark from how intensely Shadow was watching him. Even if the silhouette was hard to distinguish without a light, Sonic could vaguely try to put the pieces together.

“Sonic…” Shadow started talking once again, and thankfully, his voice sounded a little less intense than before, but it still wasn’t enough to ease the way Sonic felt like he was being preyed on.  “Leave. I can’t…” Shadow paused, his breathing ragged. “I can’t control myself now.”

Sonic tried to breathe, to calm down his nerves. Shadow seemed… Agitated. Sonic couldn’t let a stupid part of his brain get the best of him in such a delicate situation, especially when he and Rouge were working so hard to find Shadow again.

“Shadow, look, I’m gonna turn on my flashlight now, alright?” Sonic said, carefully, and even if Shadow growled at him, clearly not liking that idea, he said nothing more to stop him. With shaking hands, Sonic tapped on the floor to find where he had let the tool fall on his earlier scare, before finally clicking on the switch, illuminating the insides of the cabin with a weak but steady ray of light. 

 The sight of Shadow’s… Form wasn’t any easier to look at. Somehow, the textures of his face made him look even more surreal, like he couldn’t exactly comprehend what he was supposed to see, as his whole shape looked like it was made of amorphous and slick substance that made no sense, no matter how much Sonic looked at it. Now with the light, Sonic could see other details he hadn't noticed before, like the way his tentacles faded into a bright red color, or how there was a lack of a mouth on his face. How is he even speaking to me like this?

Somehow, the light wasn’t helping to make Sonic less uneasy. Even if now he could look at Shadow’s body, sprawled against the walls in a way Sonic could only describe as a mix between a spider crawling away and a cougar positioned atop a prey ready to strike, making a sight so contrasting and uncanny that it was almost beautiful in its own twisted and chilling way. The way that the eerie light circled his form, not even being able to capture his whole shape with the way tentacles were positioned way too far apart, made Shadow look even bigger and threatening. 

 “C-Come on, is not even that bad,” Sonic lied, trying to push away the way he felt his legs shaking where he was sprawled out against the floor, subtly pushing his leg to make himself crawl back. Sonic had fallen close enough to the front door that his quills bristled in alert as he felt the wood pressing up against his back. Sonic had to keep reminding himself that it was okay, this is just Shadow, he wouldn’t hurt me. Yet the way that the yellowish light reflected on those red orbs only made Sonic feel like he was a frail lamb, shaking and frozen at the sight of a hungry and murderous wolf, like, somehow, he knew he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he tried.

Shadow squinted at him, and Sonic hated how he wasn’t capable of guessing what he was thinking. So many years of their rivalry, Sonic was proud to say he had gotten pretty good at reading Shadow's body language. But like this, in this foreign and uncanny shape, Sonic could not understand what emotions were playing in his mind.

“ Sonic, ” Shadow snarled, his raspy and urgent tone. “ Just leave. ”

By the way Shadow was growling, his pose seemed even more wild and animalistic than before, giving Sonic the lingering instinct that Shadow was slowly losing whatever control he had over this monstrous form. A more instinctive part of his brain tried to tell him that maybe he should take the chance while Shadow was allowing him to leave.

But after a whole day just looking for Shadow, Sonic couldn’t just leave. He couldn’t be sure that Shadow would still be here if he left for a few hours. So, despite his stupid prey mind screaming at him for it, Sonic stood up and took a step forward.

Sonic had expected that Shadow would have an agitated reaction, yet it still sent shivers down his bones the way that the creature in front of him hissed, recoiling away from the flashlight beam and melting against the shadows again, as if running away from Sonic’s sight.

“I can’t leave you.” Sonic’s hands tightened around the flashlight. His voice almost failed him as he caught shadows moving around the corner of his eye, quickly flashing the light in that direction, barely even having time to see the trail of pitch tendrils hiding in the darkness once again. He was getting closer from behind, Sonic noted with a sense of dread crawling in his stomach. “Cut that out, dude, R-Rouge is worried about it.”

Sonic felt so pathetic for stuttering. He fought literal gods before; why was he feeling too impotent suddenly?

“You don’t understand it, ” Shadow growled, startling Sonic how close he sounded this time, making Sonic jump and turn around, feeling on the brink of having a heart attack. It was close enough that Sonic had felt a hot breath licking on his nape, yet when he turned around, there was nothing but the old and dusty wooden furniture of the abandoned cabin.

Sonic was so panicked by the sudden uncanny proximity that he failed to see the slimy and dark tendrils that had been sneaking, lacing around his boot. He only noticed when it was too late, laying out a very non-heroic scream escape when he was suddenly tugged .

Sonic’s head ached with the impact against the floor, even if his own quills partially cushioned it. Not that he had time to think about the pain when the adrenaline started pumping in his blood when he was dragged away from his flashlight, dropped a few inches away from his reach by the sudden attack.

As the tool rolled away on the creaky wood tiles, it still had enough light just so Sonic could stare at the outline of Shadow’s form, now right on top of him. Even if he hadn’t touched Sonic more than his boot, his presence was pinning Sonic against the floor.

“ I need you, ” Shadow hissed, his voice getting even less comprehensible and more distorted with a certain ferocious tone, which Sonic could take it wasn't a good sign.

“Well,” Sonic tried, his voice shaking a little, trying to ignore the way that more tentacles were starting to coil around his torso, and for once, Sonic was glad he was wearing clothes, dreading how those sickening tendrils would feel against his fur. “Y-You got me, buddy…” Sonic’s voice broke a little, but he still tried to smile, trying hard not to seem afraid. Instead, he left a pathetic squeak escape when Shadow made another animalistic rumbling sound, the appendages circling Sonic’s waist tightening around him.

“W-What do you need me for?” Sonic kept asking. He had this lingering feeling Shadow wasn’t being totally in control of himself right now, but maybe trying to talk to him would help keep him more lucid.

Shadow made a noise, and Sonic wasn’t sure if he was frustrated for being forced to think of an answer or if he was grateful for it. The creature in front of him shakes his head, like slowly, even forming words was becoming too difficult.

“Consume.”

“W-What?” Sonic felt his fur rising in alarm. He squirmed, trying to pull himself away in panic. Was Shadow really going all animalistic enough to eat him? Now with a renewed sense of danger, Sonic tried to kick the monster away.

However, his panicked reaction seemed to backfire when, in retaliation, Shadow roared at him, more tendrils coiling around his sleeves and boots and pressing him down against the wood, at the same time, he terrorized Sonic with a horrifying sight.

Because apparently this monster had a mouth, after all.

And apparently, the way it was revealed was by the shadowy and sticky flesh being ripped apart as Shadow forced his maw open. It was so gruesome, the way that the skin stretched and ripped apart, that Sonic couldn’t help but wonder if it was hurting Shadow to do it.

But Shadow’s pain was the least of Sonic’s worries when he was face to face with the insides of the beast’s mouth, a bright crimson that hid sharp fangs with the same color on the sides, a mouth so big and so dangerous that it could rip Sonic apart in just one bite.

“Oh- Shit-” Sonic breathed in panic, frantically trying to escape, squirming and tugging at the tentacles holding him down. He made an alarmed noise when the tentacles holding his midsection were suddenly leaving his coat to hold around his legs and arms. “Shadow- Shadow, wait!” Sonic screamed, his green eyes widening when Shadow opened his mouth, barely having time to look away when he struck.

However, instead of having his flesh immediately ripped apart, the creature seemed to stop at his raincoat. Bright red teeth ripping away the darker crimson and thick fabric, exposing Sonic’s wavering chest to the open, cold air. 

Sonic was sure Shadow had just removed the layer of clothing armoring him so he could have a cleaner bite to rip Sonic’s flesh apart; however, that theory had been proved wrong when Sonic’s stomach recoiled at the feeling of Shadow’s red, long, and warm tongue lapping against his fur.

His peachy chest was moving up and down in panic. As far as he knew, Shadow’s still could be just tasting him before fully devouring his prey. There was a slimy drag against Sonic’s midsection, again, and again… A pitiful noise escaped from  Sonic’s throat, sickened as he watched his fur being disarranged and coated with sticky and cold saliva. 

“S-Shadow,” Sonic gasped weakly, trying to tug at his restaurants once again, only to find himself being pulled tighter apart, the tentacles holding his arms and legs so taught Sonic was straining with fear of displacing or, even worse, tearing his limbs apart. “D-Don’t eat me-” Sonic hated how much his voice sounded weak and unsteady from his fear.

A sharp and mortifying squeak left Sonic’s lips at the feeling of the wet limb licking from between his legs towards his face, forcing Sonic to turn his head to the side to avoid the contact in his mouth. It seemed that his feeble protests only egged on the monster, keeping him pinned down like a delicate butterfly trapped in a spider’s web, because his next licks were much more forceful and insistent. 

“W-What are you doing?” Sonic gasped, having to turn his head away once again to avoid being licked in his mouth. He was almost starting to think that the object wasn't eating him, but perhaps coating him with this slimy saliva from how insistent Shadow was on tonguing his body. However, his theories were soon proved wrong once the monster put a whole lot more pressure right between Sonic’s trembling thighs, rubbing the wet appendage directly against the protective pouch sealing Sonic’s private parts away.

That must have been an accident, right? Sonic thought, feeling his face heating with how absurd the thought that Shadow was actually aiming towards his private area, but then, when the next few laps came down, focusing once again on the exact same spot, pushing pressure enough that Sonic found himself flinching and squealing, he realized that those licks were very much purposeful.

Sonic wasn’t stupid. Even if he had never been curious enough to explore that hidden part sealed in his crotch, he knew just enough to understand what a creature may be looking for while probing and coaxing so intensely against that area.

“N-no…” Sonic groaned weakly, trying to close his legs, a renewed sense of panic coursing through his body. Even if the tentacles were holding him tight with his limbs apart, Sonic found himself trying to struggle once again. Gritting his teeth, trying to ignore the foreign heat spreading in the lower part of his belly. His face was burning red with embarrassment and shame as the involuntary noises were forced out of his throat with every press against his crotch.

“S-Shadow!” Sonic squealed in panic, screaming loud enough that it seemed to break his rival’s trance, because there was a shine of recognition on those red orbs focusing on Sonic's face, followed by a hesitant pause on the assault. “S-Stop it! Y-You are not yourself right now, y-you can’t…” Sonic gasped, finding that he was very much breathless after such intense sensations. 

For a moment, Sonic was hopeful that Shadow was coming back to his senses enough, because the tentacles holding him flexed, easing their grip just a little, but when the creature’s red orbs looked down, fixing his vision on the mess between Sonic’s thighs, Shadow made a throaty and raspy sound, and before Sonic could brace himself the tendrils holding him went impossibly tight .

But that was nothing compared for the next lick between his legs, because instead of just passing through the smooth patch of fur ans caressing over the seal, instead it slide between wet folds, parting right in between the dip in his crotch, making him realize with horror that the seal keeping his sex hidden had been opened with Shadow’s coaxing.

It meant that the drag of Shadow’s wet tongue felt even more intense now that Sonic could feel it directly against his flesh. His body arched against his will when he felt the pressure sliding on the small nub located right on the apex of his sex, forcing a mortifying noise to escape from Sonic’s throat. 

By instinct, Sonic tried to kick his legs and close them, his knees almost touching each other with the visceral heat crawling through his loins, but the tentacles coiled higher, moving to squeeze his thighs. Shadow made a noise, something akin to a mixture between purring and growling, his tongue diving once again once Sonic’s limbs were secured apart to give him free access. 

Sonic closed his eyes, gasping when he was forced to endure another wave of that same coil of pleasure when Shadow licked him once again, his long tongue able to brush against his hole to taste his slick and rub on Sonic’s sensitive nub.

Frantic gasps followed by broken moans echoed inside the cabin when the wet appendage slid through Sonic’s body again and again, the pause between every lap shortening every lick, easily overwhelming Sonic enough for tears to start welling in the corner of his eyes. 

“S-Stop-” Sonic faltered, having a hard time forming coherent words when his mind was getting too cloudy with the building feeling burning through his frame, the way his belly tightened and recoiled with every brush against his wetness. 

Sonic shook his head at the same time he was trying to tug at his limbs once again, letting broken sobs escape. He never felt anything like this before, this horrifying and overwhelming pleasure that kept coiling tighter, like his insides were melting under this strange sensation.

He knew what sex looked like in theory, but he never knew that it could feel like this. Because while it felt good, it was also horrifying, too scary, of how quiet and overwhelmed Sonic felt under the assault. 

His ears flickered at the faint sound of purring, but he could barely even register this when Shadow was holding him firmer, lapping and slurping the natural lubricant out of Sonic’s quivering entrance like it was his favorite drink.

The poor hedgehog felt so many conflicting emotions. At the same time, his body instinctively wanted to move, chasing that pleasure, to feel the next wave of that delicious pressure over his sensitive parts, his mind struggled with terror at this unfamiliar feeling, clouding his thoughts.

“Ah- ahn- ahn…” Sonic moaned at every new wave of pleasure, looking down at the scene through half-lidded and teary eyes, watching that red tongue slipping in the split of his mound repeatedly.

The sensation only kept building up, enough Sonic was starting to panic with another strange sensation. The coil of pleasure in his navel was only getting tighter and tighter, to the point it was almost suffocating. He wasn’t even sure this was supposed to be happening during sex, but Sonic didn’t want to take his chances when so many weird things were already happening today.

“S-Shadow!” Sonic gasped with horror, his body twisting once again, trying to escape from the stimulation. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend the feeling crawling on his body. It felt too similar to when he needed to pee, but so much more intense, to the point he was even afraid of letting go. “S-Shadow! Stop- S-Something weird is- is happening-!” Sonic cried. 

But instead of stopping, Sonic’s futile struggles only seemed to irritate the creature holding him, because in the next instant Sonic found his body being slammed against the nearest wall, pinning his back against the cold wood as Shadow dived with a renewed hunger, feeding on Sonic’s sex.

“N-No!” Sonic sobbed weakly, shaking his head. He felt his whole body shaking, as every persistent lick only made it all feel much more agonizing and hard to hold back. ‘Stop! Stop, I can’t!” 

But Sonic couldn’t hold back for much longer, because soon he found himself letting go.

For a moment, it was like his mind went blank. His body was frozen in place, overwhelmed with the burst of pleasure that raked through his entire being. His back arched and his hips jerked forward by reflex, with how intense the sensation was in the depths of his core.

Sonic was barely even able to form coherent thoughts, only gasping weak, broken moans. His mind felt too fuzzy, like it had been filled up with cotton, and all that he could do was sob and shake weakly, taking in the waves of his first orgasm. 

“W-What-” Sonic gasped when he came back to himself, his voice too broken from his crying. He wanted to move his hand to clean away his tears, but he couldn’t when the tentacles kept holding his arms apart, now pinned against the wall. “W-What was that…” Sonic said, still feeling how his thighs were shaking with the aftershocks.

But it seemed like Shadow still was too animalistic and out of himself to give Sonic a proper answer, instead those intense red orbs watched Sonic with such a hungry intensity that for a moment he almost considered if the creature may actually want to eat him after all. 

“S-Shadow?” Sonic called. Even if his body felt boneless after spending all his energy in whatever that was , Sonic still felt his muscles freezing in place with a refreshed sense of dread. He made a noise when the tentacles on his upper half kept his arms and upper part of his back pressed against the wall while slightly opening Sonic’s legs and lifting his lower section in the air, presenting Sonic’s twitching and wet hole. 

Sonic watched in horror as he noticed Shadow’s form adjusting itself, showing another limb of his body that Sonic hadn’t noticed until now. It looked similar to the tentacles, still flexible, but it wasn’t as malleable. Instead, it looked a little firmer and a lot thicker, with a bulbous and pointed tip at the end.

Green eyes widened as he slowly connected the dots.

“No!” Sonic cried, tears of fear and panic welling in his eyes as he kept trying to fight and kick him away. “No, no, no! Shadow! Shadow, please!” Sonic shouted, hoping to make Shadow break out of it, only panicking harder when the head of that pulsing member started aligning with Sonic’s undoubtedly too small entrance. “Stop! Stop it won’t fit! Stop!” 

However, it seemed like Sonic’s frantic and desperate kicks and pulls only angered the creature in front of him, because the answer was a furious snarl, the large maw launching forward so sharp teeth found their place all over Sonic’s neck, shoulder, and chest.

Instinctively, Sonic froze in fear. He could barely even breathe, fearing that even the briefest inhale could push and pierce his chest. Shadow didn’t press further, just growling, holding Sonic in place with the threatening pressure of his dangerously pointy fangs.

Sonic gasped when he felt the warm pressure of Shadow’s tip rubbing against his slick. His chest started moving up and down following his frantic breaths, mingling the air with the brief scent of blood from the light scratches being made over his chest at Sonic’s desperate gulps of air.

It’s too big, it won’t fit! Sonic thought with dread. He felt his throat tightening up, having an even harder time breathing when the tip pressed against his folds, pressing forward. Sonic closed his eyes, not having enough courage to see it happening, groaning with the pressure against his entrance.

But it was such a tight fit that it didn’t enter the first time, instead sliding downwards, making Shadow growl with frustration. The vibrations of his voice reverberated all over Sonic’s body from being held in such a firm grip inside his mouth, yet Sonic didn’t dare to move. Not when he was inches away from being killed with just one bite.

However, it seemed like Shadow was satisfied enough with Sonic’s compliance to move his fangs away from him, giving a few licks to clean the faint smears of blood over his fur before moving himself to look more directly at the mess between Sonic’s legs.

Sonic turned his head away with fear, gritting his teeth when he felt the blunt of the creature’s member angling just right in between his folds that, when he pushed forward, it finally breached inside.

A loud agonized scream came out of Sonic’s mouth. He was panting in panic at the searing pain, unable to escape the feeling akin to being stabbed . With a broken sob, Sonic looked down between his legs, watching his puffy sex being stretched way more than it was able to handle.

Shadow wasn’t even going fast, no, the penetrating was gentle, and, by the soft growls of the monster, even he was having a hard time pushing inside from how tight it was.

Sonic looked at the mess between his legs, sobbing weakly at the sight of his sex so stretched out around the invading length, but what truly broke Sonic was the fact that, in the dark, he recognized the dark spots of blood smearing over Shadow’s length. Even if he knew very little about sex, Sonic was aware that, for some people, the first breach inside caused a faint bleeding.

The very faint and small sight of blood smearing Shadow’s length when he moved back and forth, trying to push deeper. Even if Sonic wasn’t sure if the blood came from the loss of his virginity or something else tearing inside, it still hurt and ached anyway.

Sonic shook his head, sobbing weakly when Shadow gave a few shallow thrusts, molding Sonic’s insides so it slowly stretched to accommodate every inch invading him further inside. Every movement makes Sonic wither and recoil from the searing pain.

Shadow’s tongue eventually came back once again, lapping at the faint bite circling Sonic’s shoulder and chest, licking away the crimson smears staining Sonic’s fur, giving the hedgehog small goosebumps when he felt the slimy and warm appendage lapping around his chest and neck.

One of the tentacles holding Sonic’s thighs wide open sneaked closer to his crotch. It’s wet and slick tip moving to rub over the sensitive nub on the apex of Sonic’s sex, making so, despite the pain, Sonic was being loaded with the contrasting warmth of pleasure, giving him opposite and confusing signals to his body, stuck between the painful stretch and the warm arousal.

“A-Ahn-” Sonic gasped, feeling his face burning with mortification at the noises he made at the pleasure rivaling the pain, closing his eyes in shame when the next push forward of Shadow’s member could slide deeper than before, making the monster purr while licking Sonic’s neck, keeping pushing forward.

The hedgehog’s body jerked with the continuous push. Even the soothing touches and the warm arousal weren’t enough to fully muffle back the hot sting of being ripped apart, still drawing small cries and sobs with every small thrust, pushing the length impossibly deeper inside.

Sonic made a choked-up noise once the length sheathed inside, pushing painfully against his inner walls, a pressure so grand it was even hard to breathe, as if Sonic wasn’t already having such a hard time from his hyperventilation and broken-up sobs.

“ Mine .” For Sonic’s horror, he heard Shadow’s voice, deeper and gnarly, purring against his shoulder.  Hearing Shadow’s voice made Sonic’s fur stand up, his body shocked with goosebumps. He had thought for a long time that his attempts at reasoning with Shadow were shallow attempts, given how feral he had been to the point he wasn't even talking anymore.

“S-Shadow?” Sonic asks weakly, opening his eyes to look back at the monster in front of him, flinching as he meets his own reflection staring back at him in those red orbs. Even with a limited range of facial expressions in this form, Sonic could feel how intensely Shadow was looking at him. He watched his own mirror image opening his mouth and gasping with surprise, being pushed up and down with the thrust of Shadow’s member inside of him.

“ Mine, ” Shadow repeated, an almost animalistic claim, growling while the tentacles holding Sonic in place tightened around him, squeezing his body to aid the movements, slowly speeding up at every high-pitched cry slipping out of Sonic’s mouth. “ Mine. Mine. Mine. ”

Shadow kept repeating in possessive growls, enough that it confirmed the fact he wasn’t fully back in control of his own actions, especially with the way he kept pushing and moving inside of Sonic, like an animal in rut, stabbing Sonic’s inner walls again and again with searing pain.

When he looks downwards, Sonic can see that there is a slight bump in his belly, moving up and down with the rhythm of Shadow’s thrusts, making such a horrific and nauseating sight that Sonic almost thought he was going to puke. Yet, despite all the pain, the horror, the threat of danger, somewhere, mingling with the rush of adrenaline, there is some hints for pleasure, something that makes him instinctively buck his hips very thrust despite the hurt, that makes him feel thorn to decipher if his own moans were from pain or from the hot and melting sensation that made his head spin. 

Probably both. 

“S-Shadow!” Sonic gasped between weak cries, calling for his rival once again. He feels himself tightening around Shadow’s length, his ears flicking with the lewd and nasty wet squelch between every movement. His mind was getting too fuzzy in the onslaught of overwhelming feelings, especially when the coil of arousal started tightening once again, building up towards that explosive sensation once again. “Please,” He was surprised to realize he wasn't sure if he was pleading for him to stop this pain, this assault, or to keep going, to let the monster fully claim his body.

It seemed like, if he even was somewhat conscious, Shadow chose to interpret it as the latter, redoubling his efforts into positioning his length faster into Sonic’s small body, coupling it with the steady caress of Sonic’s nub and soft purring licks over Sonic’s chest and neck.

Sonic found himself overwhelmed when his pleasure reached a peak once again, making him gasp and arch his back, his hips bucking instinctively against the penetration. Just like last time, it was like his mind was going blank, but much more intense this time around, enough so Sonic was mewling and feeling tears spilling from his eyes.

Sonic felt even more that he was bursting this time, but it was still surprising when he noticed his hips bucking weakly with his insides releasing a whole lot of pressure with spurts of liquid squirting from his sex.

There was a beat, a moment for Sonic to catch his breath, and for a moment, he almost thought that it was over. His body felt heavy, almost as if his muscles were made of jelly. However, this brief moment of respite was cut short when a cold tentacle squirmed around his head, and before Sonic could even brace himself, it plunged into his mouth.

“Mnhhhm!” Sonic’s words were quickly muffled by the appendage invading his oral cavity, forcing his weakened body to jolt in alert. He tried to bite it down, but the flesh inside his mouth didn’t relent. Instead, the monster in front of him only pressed further inside, to the point it was sliding past his uvula, probing into his throat. 

Sonic barely even had time to adjust to the intrusion before Shadow held him firmly, and, to Sonic’s horror, kept pushing his length even deeper. 

All the further screams and cries were now being muffled by the tentacle. With his mouth being sealed up, his breath came out even more frantic and weaker than before. As a result, Sonic started feeling light-headed and dizzy with the shortage of air, coupled with the pain of the ongoing stretch. 

And, as if the pain wasn’t enough, the member inside him bumped into an internal barrier that sent a sharp jolt of pure agony. Sonic screamed and jerked his body, trying to kick and pull Shadow away. 

Sonic felt weak. How could he, someone who fought literal gods before, be reduced to such a pathetic state? Being pinned and choked by tentacles while being defiled against his will, suffering one of the most excruciating pains he had ever to endure. Maybe it was a good thing that Shadow decided to muffle Sonic's protests; otherwise, he probably would feel even more humiliated at the volume of his screams. 

Sonic could feel Shadow’s dexterous member sliding, poking against his insides, pushing hard against the one final barrier. The feeling of it breaching his insides, somehow invading even deeper, was akin to being penetrated with a knife. It ached, burned, making Sonic let out choked up sobs and screams to the pain his throat was feeling hoarse. 

Even worse, Shadow kept rubbing, pulling back and forth. Sonic felt a faint relief once Shadow pulled back, only to sob with horror at the judgment he was shoving back inside once again.

His mind was getting dizzy, having a hard time concentrating in the cocktail of overwhelming emotions. The lack of air from his weak gag around the tentacle inside his mouth, the painful feeling of being penetrated in the deepest parts of his core, the sheer burning feeling of fear and humiliation from being taken like this.

Shadow kept rubbing inside, his red eyes watching Sonic with such intensity and hunger, his open maw salivating over Sonic’s body, letting out low growls every thrust. He closed his eyes, pressing the tip of his face against Sonic’s chest, nuzzling against Sonic’s pelt and nosing his fur, squeezing Sonic harder, giving a few harsh and frantic thrusts. 

The monster gave a loud and feral snarl, his teeth grazing against Sonic’s fur while pressing harder, stilling and trembling all around Sonic, pressing so deep that dark spots were starting to fill the corner of Sonic’s vision. And he hated the fact that, even when his body was still so bruised up and battered with pain, somewhere along the lines he still felt pleasure, hot spikes of opposing sensations striking his body every thrust.

Sonic was barely even registering when his insides were stretched even more when they were filled with a warm and slimy liquid through final deep and harsh thrusts. Sonic found himself surprised when he felt himself squirming, sobbing when his body was assaulted once again with that explosive feeling of pleasure, making Sonic surprised with himself for still finding a strange pleasure in so much pain, rolling his eyes and backing down his hips as he let Shadow fill him all over with one last thrust.

When the tentacles started to retreat, Sonic had barely any energy left in his body, just having enough to shallowly breathe and gasp. He couldn’t even move, just letting himself be deposited on the floor, his eyes glassy with tears, and the uncanny feeling of his body wet, sore, the space between his legs aching, and the feeling of something warm slipping past his folds.

His limbs felt too heavy, and he was putting way too much effort just to keep his eyes open, but he fought to stay awake, just enough to see, through the dimly lit room, the shadowy tentacles retreating back, until they came back to the shape of the familiar hedgehog Sonic knew.

“Shadow-” Sonic called, his voice gravely weak from all the assault, all the screaming. But he was so weak, so frail, that he was only able to find red eyes widening in a horrified panic, before finally everything went black.

“Good morning, blue,” Rouge called through the communicator, her voice still carrying some vestiges of a lazy sleep, showing that she had just woken up before heading back to work in the operation, but still carrying a lingering, sultry, and cheerful tone in her voice.

“Why did you send him?” Instead of Sonic’s cheerful voice, Shadow’s voice echoed through her earpiece with a contained fury.

There was a pause. A long moment of silence where Shadow kept holding the earpiece against his ear, his hands shaking with the hot searing anger, trying his best to contain his emotions, just waiting to hear what the bat would say in her defense.

“I see he found you, then.” She said finally, instead of trying to pretend to be optimistic, she went back to a more neutral tone, a genuine hint of relief in her voice.

“ Why did.you.send.him?” Shadow growled once again, his hands shaking. Rouge was not someone who ever faced Shadow’s fury, and Shadow would never dare to be aggressive with her. But after this night, after having to cradle Sonic’s unconscious body in panic, trying to patch and bandage his body with the remaining scraps of his raincoat, Shadow was a mess of emotions. Pain, regret, fear, anger, panic. Most of those were directed at himself, adding a painful tinge to his voice.

“Oh, hon …” Rouge sighed, her voice soothing. She could tell how much hurt Shadow was. Shadow closed his hands in fists on his thigh, his claws digging against his fur, trying to contain a hurtful growl. Rouge paused once again, as if giving him time to still himself.

But Shadow couldn’t, not when Sonic was a few feet away from him, unconscious. Not when he did such horrible things with him, not when he was the one to cause such a look of fear and panic on those green eyes he valued so much…

“There is a theory of what triggered the sudden transformation…” She said finally, “We can’t be sure with the lack of data around the Black Arms, but… It could be related to mating season-”

“ You weren’t sure? ” Shadow rasped, gritting his teeth. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is, Rouge?”

Shadow kept looking at his own hand, watching his claws digging deeper against his thigh, enough to make him hiss with pain, enough to draw a few pricks of blood. Because he remembers, remembers pinning Sonic down, remembers how alluring his scent was, how he was fighting his urges to taste him, to gnaw at his flesh. He remembers feeling so intensely desperate to consume, to own, to have Sonic just for him. He remembers taking him, claiming even the deepest part he could reach into Sonic’s core, to taint him, to quell his own hunger.

He remembers how angelic Sonic looked while crying, how beautiful his voice was, how much it tempted Shadow to bite him down in one go, to sink his fangs deep into him and paint his fur red.

Even if the reason why he transformed into the Doom Morph again, out of control, was because of a stupid mating season, it didn’t null away this bloodthirst, this hunger. Even now, hours later, with Sonic’s unconscious body deposited on the couch near the fireplace, Shadow still felt something deep inside him, a need to claim, to devour, to make Sonic forever his.

“Shadow,” Rouge said, her voice serious, firm, empathetic but with no tinge of regret. “I knew the risks. But I am willing to sacrifice him to bring you back.” 

Why would Rouge sacrifice Sonic, for him? He didn’t deserve a sacrifice, not when he had done such unspeakable things to someone so pure as Sonic, not when he just proved himself to be a monster, a vile and cruel creature.

Shadow couldn’t speak. Not when his throat closed up with the disgusting bile clawing its way upwards. But Shadow swallowed it down. He already puked the first time he saw Sonic laying unconscious on the floor, copious with a creamy white liquid, tinted with droplets of blood, slipping out from his worn, battered body. He held back this time, but he still could feel his body jolting with revulsion.

In a moment the line went silent, Shadow’s ears twitching as he realized that he had been gripping the earpiece so hard between his fingers that the device broke into tiny small pieces. His red eyes stared down at the remaining scraps of metal, letting them fall into the floor.

A weak sob escaped from his lips, falling into his knees on the floor, letting the rain outside muffle his cries.

Chapter Text

Sonic was running.

Weirdly enough, instead of the joy and fun of a routine run, the one that made him giggle, that made him enjoy the freedom of the wind blowing radically through his quills, he found himself filled with a different kind of thrill. 

Because nothing about this was fun, nothing about this was good. No, instead, his heart was aching, beating hard and fast on his chest, his ears flickered with alert, trying to pay attention to his surroundings, his eyes were wide and focused, trying to escape. 

Sonic wasn't running out of joy, but out of the purest terror.

Every step he made, every sound of a broken twig in the way, every splash of of a water puddle, made by his fast running shoes, only made him even more paranoid, made him aware of the face he couldn't hide, that the thing behind him was not going to stop, that no matter how much he ran, this monster was going to find him.

And Sonic was fast. The fastest hedgehog in the world, but... This creature, this thing following him, was as fast as he was, giving Sonic no reprieve, no time to rest, no way to escape. Everywhere he went, there was always this shadow behind him, the dark tendrils coiling in the air, trying to grab at the first falter. From his peripheral vision, Sonic could see them, the pitch blackness that kept following him, that he couldn't even dare to look behind with. the fear of getting caught if he even dared to look at it.

He dashed through the heavy and dense forest, blocking his body with his arms, trying to shield himself from all the branches and trees in the way, hissing with the pain of the sharp twigs scratching his arms when he sped through the heavier bushes and denser paths. 

All it took for him to fail was a root. 

A heavy, large, and thick root perfectly positioned an inch too tall, the perfect length for his foot to get caught on, to send Sonic rolling down the forest's wet, muddy floor and the dead leaves falling from the trees. 

His body kept rolling, and for a moment, he wasn't even inside the forest anymore; instead, he was falling into a clearing, his chest falling flat atop a bed made out of red flowers, giving him a brief cushioning from his fall. Higanbanas, Sonic recognized, feeling their soft petals tickling against the underside of his nose. Flowers of life and death. 

He turned around in panic, aware of the monster following right behind him. His ears shot up in fear, and he scrambled to turn himself onto his back, trying to crawl back, ready to face the monster. 

Before Sonic was even able to look properly at his stalker, a firm, warm, and strong body fell on top of his own, pinning him down, holding him firmly against the ground. A shadow loomed over Sonic’s body, covering him, standing firm, partially blocking Sonic’s vision of the sky, but strangely, for some reason, when he saw the broken moon outlining the silhouette above, Sonic didn’t feel scared.

Dark fur mingled with the night, being contrasted by the red stripes and irises that matched the crimson of the flowers crowning Sonic's quills. Yet, being outlined by the gentle yet imposing moonlight, he wasn't scary anymore. No... It made Sonic's heart flutter with something different, something tender. 

“Shadow-” Sonic breathed, suddenly feeling so stupid for even feeling afraid in the first place. This wasn’t a monster, after all, Shadow would never hurt him, Shadow would never put him in danger

Even when the hedgehog shadowing on top of him kept digging his claws on Sonic's wrist, even when he showed his sharp fangs, threatening to rip him apart, the blue hedgehog couldn't feel an ounce of fear. Not when he was looking at something so beautiful.

Even when Shadow salivated atop Sonic, drool falling into Sonic's pelt, he didn't move, he didn't fight, he only stayed quiet with acceptance. Even when Shadow lunged forward, his teeth closing hard and heavy against Sonic's chest, even when blood started spilling out like a river, even when the monster snarled and pulled, gnawing a chunk of Sonic's flesh, of Sonic's body, he couldn't dare to fight. He trusts Shadow, he knows Shadow would never hurt him.

Strangely, it didn't hurt. 

Even with all that blood gushing down, even with the ugly way his meat was being gnawed and ripped apart, Sonic couldn't feel pain. 

He could feel the blood, wet, hot, dripping down his boy, dirtying his fur with a deep crimson tint. He could feel the pressure of sharp fangs coming down, munching on his flesh, the feeling of himself being peeled apart. But it didn't hurt.

If anything, he felt... Good. A nice, good, and fuzzy feeling spread through his body, something that made him fall slack, to let this monster devour him. His body was melting with ecstasy, his back arching with the next bite. It felt comforting, like he was becoming one with Shadow…

Desire and want pooled on his belly. He couldn't feel scared anymore. Not when his body was aflame with such pleasure, not when he found himself gasping, moaning, arching his back. Not when the Shadow kept biting lower and lower, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Sonic's belly, not when his body was being covered with this warm and cozy blanket of blood. 

"Ah- ah-" Sonic kept breathing hard and heavy, moaning weakly, unable to keep himself quiet, but not because he was afraid or in pain. But because he wanted more, because he wanted to be devoured, wanted to be consumed.

The blood kept spilling, covering his body, but it all seemed to flow down, like a river finding a trail right between his legs, right where their bodies met. When the Shadow moved for the next bite, they were so soaked with blood that the movement made a loud and nasty squelch between their bodies

Sonic tossed his head black, closing his eyes, letting his body melt into the hot sensation, his ears twitching every time the creature moved down to bite him again, hearing the loud and wet noise of the sticky blood between their bodies. 

Shadow's fingers slowly lost their crushing grip on Sonic's wrists, instead, sharp claws found their way, pressing against the pulse of his arm, making violent red lines down on their path towards Sonic's body, covering his sides with even more blood before Shadow's palm could find their way on Sonic's waist, holding him more firmly, squeezing his body. 

Sonic kept his eyes closed, anticipating the next bite, which, strangely, never came. Instead, he could only hear the hot and lewd squelch of blood between their bodies, again, and again.

The moans never stopped. His whole body felt like it was melting under Shadow's touch, like he was being burned alive, but... In a good and pleasant way. 

However, when Sonic opened his eyes again, ready to look at Shadow, it wasn't his lover's eyes that he met.

It was like in the blink of an eye. The gentle light from the moon was gone, instead sending Sonic into a scenario of the eerie darkness of a moonless night. 

The bed of spider lilies behind his back was replaced with a mesh of dead flowers, making a disgusting puddle with mud and rotten petals. 

Instead of the beautiful, dark hedgehog Sonic so much adored, in front of him, there was a monster. A bunch of darkness meshed up in one being, dark tendrils caressing Sonic's body, holding him down, not letting him leave. 

Sonic was painfully reminded of why he was even running in the first place. 

He wanted to scream, but his voice was hoarse, caught in his throat. He tried to move, tried to fight, but his body felt frail, weak. His blood felt heavy, sticky, and disgusting, coating all over his body, covering all the bites and gore with disgusting blobs of crimson liquid.

When the monster moved again, Sonic realized that the wet squelch between his legs wasn't just from the blood. No, instead, the creature had settled its way inside of Sonic, invading the most sensitive part of his body.

To Sonic's horror, the monster moved again. And again, thrusting against Sonic's body in a steady rhythm. 

But it didn't hurt. Even if Sonic almost wanted to, it felt good. Too good. The same fuzzy pleasure he was feeling before, but tenfold, in a way, it was almost overwhelming. 

He tried to move, tried to push the monster away, but the blood had become so sticky his limbs were glued against the muddy floor, in a way that could only feel nasty, disgusting. 

"Ahn- ahn ahn-" Sonic gasped, sobbing weakly with every movement, his quills dragging against the rotten flowers with every movement, yet he couldn't help but moan with pleasure. Even his fear, even his terror, couldn't stop him from feeling good, from melting into this delicious pressure. 

His body tightened up when the pleasure became so much to the point he didn't even care how disgusting he was, how horrible he felt, how nasty and scary it was, he didn't want it to stop. He wanted to let the monster keep going and keep taking it. 

At the same time, he realized he would gladly let this creature consume him if it meant he could still feel this ecstasy through his body. The monster roared, hungry, ferocious, opening his maw. 

All Sonic could see was the red crimson of the monster's mouth closing around his head, sharp fangs pressing on his neck.

There was a hard snap, and everything went dark.

Sonic woke up with a jolt.

He sat so quickly he almost felt dizzy.

Sonic was a mess. His fur and quills were all messy and out of place. He could feel his body drenched in sweat, and his heart was beating so fast it almost felt like he was on the verge of a heart attack.

And, worst of all, his thighs were coated with slick.

At this point, the hedgehog could only groan in frustration, hiding his face in between his hands, unable to force himself to look under the covers and acknowledge that he was aroused by his own nightmares again.

The room was dark, being illuminated only by the soft, small glow of his alarm clock, which had Sonic squinting his eyes, his vision still blurry from tears, to read the time. 02:34 A.M.

“Great.” He scoffed bitterly, letting himself fall with his back against the bed once again. He wanted to just close his eyes and go back to sleep, to be able to just forget this horrible and arousing nightmare, but it was hard to relax when his body was still too heated up with adrenaline, when his sex was throbbing, wet, begging for the orgasm he had almost reached in a dream. 

Ever since that day, when Sonic had woken up bandaged and alone at that shack after the encounter with Shadow’s monster form, Sonic’s sleep time has been plagued by those intrusive dreams.

 They were always the same, being chased by a monster that turned out to be Shadow, and then, suddenly, the horrifying nightmare would change into a wet dream. A wet nightmare, perhaps, Sonic considered, shivering with the memories of the image of Shadow above him, devouring him.

And the worst part? Every time Sonic was woken up, feeling hot, aching, and empty.

He groaned, shifting himself so he was lying on his belly, leaning his chest against his pillow while he moved one hand down between his legs, to touch himself.

At this point, this was almost becoming a routine.

On the day he tried looking for Shadow, still missing, weeks after their encounter. This time, Sonic was investigating on his own, not trusting Rouge’s information after he learned how much she had omitted to him.

At night, alone in his bed, Sonic would have dreams about that day. About Shadow, about that monster who defiled him, who had terrorized and taken Sonic’s first time. Dreams that left Sonic shamefully wanting more. 

It’s almost ironic how, before, he didn’t even know what to call his own parts or feelings, too nervous to even think about sex. But now masturbation has become a part of his nightly routine.

Biting on his pillow so he wouldn’t make noise, positioning his hand against his slit, already drenched with slick from his dream, closing his eyes and growling as he pushed his fingers inside, deep, fast, hard.

Sometimes he just shoved three all at once, hoping that the sudden intrusion could hurt. But his fingers were never thick enough, never reached deep enough. 

Sonic gasped, already pumping his fingers in and out, fast and harsh, almost dragging his nails against the slick and warm flesh. A punishment, for wanting, for succumbing to this need, this pleasure.

His quills bristled, and his fur was all puffed out, drool escaping from his mouth and soiling the bitten pillow, groaning as he set a furious pace against himself, tearing up from the frustration of not being enough. 

At this point, he slid his other hand to rub on his clit while fingering himself with the other. He moves the small nub, too, with an angry and almost painful way, too fast, too hard, almost overwhelming. Like he almost resented himself for feeling so good.

When he reaches his orgasm, it is with a broken sob, muffled against his pillow, his belly tightening, his body locking in place, being able only to weakly jerk his hips against his hand, in an almost pathetic and frustrating chase of pleasure.

His orgasms were never as intense as they were that night. Sonic was never able to make himself squirt just with his fingers alone.

Now it was the part of the night he sat up, breathing shallowly, his fur all messed up, his eyes glossy with tears.

He feels his covers slipping through his shoulders as he sits up with his legs making a ‘w’ position. Faintly, he brings his hand up, seeing his own slick pooling through his fingers, the eerie light of his alarm clock reflecting over the wet strands.

Sonic feels his heart tightening when he looks at it. Shame. Regret. And strangely, some deep, buried part of him almost feels longing.

He looks at the alarm clock once again. 02:40 AM. It didn’t take him much time to reach completion. It never does, when he wakes up already so worked up and needy.

With a sigh, Sonic only forces himself out of the bed, dragging himself to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to clean himself, to forget how weakly he had surrendered himself to his own selfish desires once again.

And then, to simply go back to sleep. Tomorrow is another day, looking for a missing Shadow, after all.