Twin Tail Productions Presents...Smoochin' and Hoggin'

by Nobles_Backlot (Noble_Nook)

Summary:

Late one evening, a very intimate home movie is played - In which one Amy Rose is the star of the increasingly debauched show.

Notes:

heya! something real different this time - my first true foray into a franchise I've loved for a while! a long time comin', in a way. hope y'all enjoy!

In the darkness of a Mobian night, a monitor that briefly reflected two silhouettes - one atop the other - flickered on. The black gave way to color as a cursor made haste in rooting through files on the system, in search of a more personal folder. One that was found in short order, with a file near the top simply labeled “Smoochin' and Hoggin'". That was clicked on without much pause, too, and opened a video player that loaded swiftly into a simple visual - a frilly living room, coated in pastel shades, with a couch firmly in the center of the frame.

On that couch sat Sonic the Hedgehog and Amy Rose, both on the middlemost cushion together. She was leaned to him in the frame, nuzzled against him as perhaps was usual, though Sonic clearly wasn’t being shy. He had a hand along her upper back, and the other gently placed upon her thigh with a smirk along his lips. Amy’s own were split, with one on his shoulder and the other with fingers curiously curled around the brim of her skirt, as if she were raising it with a softer, gentler smile on her face.  

“Still sure you wanna do this, Ames?” Sonic asked, an all too cool chuckle in his words. “Gonna get messy.”

“Of course I am!” Amy cheerily replied, a giggle in her own voice as she poked her finger at his cheek. “It’s my idea, isn’t it?”

“Hey, just making sure you know whatch'er in for!” Sonic shrugged a shoulder, then looked towards the camera. “All set over there?”

The angle shifted slightly downward, then up.

“Alrighty!” Sonic turned back towards her, his hand raised slowly to the side of her head. “Ready to get this show on the road, Amy?”

Amy only smiled, her eyes narrowed at his own. And without much hesitation, she leaned past Sonic’s touch. Pushed beyond the gentle grasp he had on her and eased her lips to his own. Slowly, gently, she kissed him, and he just as well kissed back. His arms fell around her frame as she pushed her weight against him, her own wrapped around his sides to hold him tight. Amy squeezed around Sonic as hints of her tongue slipping into his mouth were made visible for the camera.

But the way they embraced wasn’t just for show. It was gradual, steady, how the two leaned together. Sonic carried a somewhat cocky lift to his brow as he sucked at her tongue, as he licked at the roof of her mouth and earned the moans that filled her throat. Amy mixed a fit of giggling in with the more sensual sounds that Sonic kissed from her, even as his hands drifted away on instinct. She tried, obviously, to maintain something of a serious air, to stifle herself for one reason or another, but simply couldn’t. 

It was clear she was eager and anxious at once, given how she clung to her hero. Her fingers even managed to knead along the edges of his quills as she leaned him so far back that Sonic was practically laying on the couch after a moment. Not once did he allow their kiss to break, though. He maintained their connection even as his posture was adjusted, his smirk still visible each time Amy tilted his head to one side. It even sharpened as he brought his hands back to her body by easing his palms to either cheek of her bare ass.

Amy’s dress only rode further up as he groped her, with Sonic clearly basking in her lack of underwear with how his gloved fingertips pushed and prodded along the crack of Amy’s ass. He wasn’t rough or aggressive, just thorough in how he held her. Amy enjoyed her placement atop him, all the same. Her smile was infectious and wider than his own, her eyes shut in a growing sense of bliss that saw her body further relax along his own.

“Oh, Sonic-” Amy purred as her head leaned away from his own.

Just then, on cue to her moaning, the angle shifted. From one that had a straight forward view of the couch, to one off to the right. This angle wasn’t quite as clear, the quality took a slight hit. But it was more zoomed in on the happy couple and, more than that, the focus was clearly on that which lied between their legs. Sonic’s cock was throbbing hard up against Amy’s bare crotch, itself clad with a slight glisten. And just above that, Amy’s curvy pink ass was put on display as Sonic’s fingers pried her either cheek from the other and prodded at her asshole.

The angle only seemed to grow closer on that sight after a moment, the zooming further inward obvious and somewhat jittery, as if the one controlling it lacked a proper free hand to do it. But the point was made clear all the same, that Sonic was doing more than letting Amy have the kiss she’d long since craved. His hands were truly upon her, playing with her, teasing her. It only made Amy’s hips fidget and subtly churn down at him. 

Her pussy was the same pale shade as her chest, though it grew faintly stained in slight streaks of Sonic’s pre-cum. She seemed to delight in the flecks of warmth given how she pressed down at him, how she reached down and curled fingers around his shaft. Amy shifted herself over and laid more on Sonic’s side as she pumped at his cock, both staring downward at the act with grins that matched and shades of red to their cheeks. 

“Well, do you think you’re ready, Sonic?” Amy playfully asked him after but a moment, her opposite hand curled around his swollen blue balls. “Gonna be a busy day.”

“Hah, yeah,” Sonic more softly replied with a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s give 'em what they came for, Ames.”

Amy giggled, a hand briefly raised up to her own chin before she pulled herself back on top of him. The angle shifted back to the forward facing camera just as she reached for the edges of her dress. Slowly, Amy rid herself of the fabric as her near naked body was zoomed further in on, the angle tilted slightly to focus more on her than him. Her modest chest left bare, Amy took a moment to turn towards whoever wielded the camera, a smile on her face as she pushed her breasts outward to better flaunt herself.

Sonic interrupted the view, however, with his lips pressed to one of her faintly visible nipples and the pale fur around it. The view shifted to better watch as he sucked on her chest, the view pulled back just as his gloved palm snaked around her now bare naked ass. The two were perfectly framed in the middle of the screen as Sonic tilted his head just enough to suck at Amy’s opposite breast, his brow smug and his smirk as sharp as ever despite his own focus.

All the while, Amy went to work fiddling with her boots. The two exchanged a look amid her struggle to push her left one off, a chuckle in his throat and a deeper shade of red to her cheeks. But Amy managed to pry the first off all the same, then the second, both left to knock onto the floor as Sonic only pulled her closer. Her legs spread as she properly straddled his waist, Amy placed her hands gently to the fur of his chest as both of his palms came to grab and fondle at her either breast.

“Sonic-” Amy breathlessly moaned for him, her eyes rolled shut. “Oh, please, Sonic.”

As she played the moment up, the angle shifted to the second camera again. It maintained its closeup between their legs, the view more tantalizing now than before given how Sonic’s achingly hard cock pressed and prodded up at the more visible glisten to Amy’s crotch. The two rocked together, ground their bodies at one another, shared giggles and moans. But Amy found it in herself, after a time, to slip a hand downward and, with two of her own gloved fingertips, pry her pussy apart for him.

Sonic shoved his ass into the couch cushion and firmly let his hips thrust upward, her moans turned to squeaks as his cock sank slowly into her. Though his thighs tensed and his knees buckled some, Sonic managed to keep himself from going all that fast for once. He took his time in giving Amy every inch of his bare, pale cock, his legs intertwined with her own as his own hands returned to either cheek of her ass. He held firmly onto her pink, furry ass, squeezed her with a growing force until Amy was brought fully into his lap - and his tense blue balls met the faint fur that lay between her legs.

They only held each other steady, then, the angle shifted to the side view of the two just as he pried his mouth from her chest. Amy’s jaw had slacked, and Sonic filled the space between her lips with his tongue. Warmly, deeply, Sonic kissed her while his palms trailed along her sides, against her back. He made himself a comfort for an Amy that fidgeted atop him, who bucked while his cock throbbed inside of her. 

Only once she settled down, acclimated herself to the heat of his body, the pressure he filled her with and her own weight atop his frame, did Sonic’s hips rear into the cushion again. The angle cut at the near perfect time again, with inch after inch of his length again revealed to the lens. It was coated in that same soft glisten now, with even a faint trail of pleasure having leaked down his shaft. Just before the tip pulled from her, though, Sonic let himself thrust more thoroughly up into Amy’s eager pussy.

The frame rested on this view for a time. Let whoever might find the footage watch as Sonic churned with a growing ferocity up at Amy, his hands firm against her frame as a form of physical support. More emotional support came when the angle shifted again, as their lips reunited and his tongue slipped into her mouth. Amy’s moaning grew muffled as Sonic swallowed every sweet noise that leaked from her throat, his palm gentle in how it reared back and clashed against the cheek of her ass.

He bucked harder, faster. Enough that the couch soon shook. Amy clung to his shoulders and shoved herself down at him, let her weight rest limp upon him. Sonic took no issue in taking charge, however. He merely thrust into her with an ever widening grin, further swats of his hands to her ass and a few warm moans of his own. Their legs more tightly interlaced as his balls smacked up against her, as the camera watched her pussy clench desperately around his length.

“Sonic!” Amy warmly cried while his hands slid up along her sides. “Oh, please, I can take it!”

 Sonic chuckled, his fingers around her either breast. “Well, if you insist.”

He reared his hips back, shoved his ass deep into the cushion of the couch, and slammed himself upward just as the view cut back to that of one between their legs. It stayed steady as Sonic let loose on Amy, gave her all he had, held nothing back at her own request. He groped at her chest and pounded up at her, each clash of her hips to his own. His cock throbbed, thin trickles of pleasure leaked down his shaft and along his blue furry balls as Amy tried to meet his ferocity.

That was of little use, however, as Sonic took to utilizing his speed on her. His cock started to blur from how rapidly he thrust into her, his waist similarly made less discernible. The wider angle returned to show Sonic’s smug expression, one that matched the more dazed and deliriously joyful look Amy wore. Her jaw remained slacked, her tongue held out beyond her lips. Every inch of her body shook, her skin rippled faintly all over with each audible clap of their bodies. All she could do was whine and moan on his name until her voice grew incoherent.

And yet, every noise she made was picked up all the same. Every grunt, moan and squeak only grew louder as the couch more visibly shook. Their bodies just as well turned more audible, the smacking of her weight down atop his own. Sonic kept his hands upon her, at one moment pinching at her nipples and the next massaging at her back. For however thorough and rapid his lust had become, not once did he lose sight of his care for her.

His touch, as firm as it was, remained delicate. How he held her, grabbed at her. Even the smacking at her ass, the sort that brought a slightly darker shade to either pink cheek, carried some obvious reverence for her. A measure of care to treat her as she craved, in every way she’d loved. Even as she was ruined from beneath, Amy was being praised all the same. Worshiped, even, with her every inch pleasured while the cameras around them captured every second of it.

The cuts grew more frequent, as if to match the rate at which Sonic laid into Amy. One moment lingered on the wider view of the two, nearly naked Hedgehogs and the bliss they found in each other. The next was a near minute of an extreme closeup between their legs, watching as Sonic’s increasingly messy cock thrust brisky up into Amy’s desperate, needy pussy. Her body flinched and tensed, she groaned from atop him while Sonic merely pressed a palm to the small of her back.

“Ready, Ames?” Sonic huskily asked her, his head raised from the arm of the couch and his lips near her ear. “I, nh, won’t hold back.”

“Don’t, mh-” Amy gnawed briefly at her lower lip, her forehead pressed to his own as her narrowed eyes widened in delight. “I want it all, Sonic!”

“Then that’s-” Sonic grinned as he raised her upward with his palms to the underside of her thighs. “Whatcha get!” 

With force enough to shake the couch beneath them, Sonic slammed Amy back down at his lap just as he thrust up into her. His hands strong against her fur, he held her steady as his hips did the bulk of the work. They churned rapidly, furiously, enough that Amy’s lips drifted apart upon a purr of his name that turned into an outright moan. His speed ruined her entirely, saw her jaw slack as far as it could and her head tilted back. 

Sonic laid into Amy with as much as he had, his eyes shut and expression one of focus. His palms kept her stable, in place above him as he thrust away at her needy pussy with nothing left to hold back. And all the while, the view of the pair alternated between the two established angles. At one moment, it was a wide shot of Amy being held as she was fucked, and at another the closeup of Sonic’s now faintly blurred cock dominated the screen.

“Sonic-” Amy cried, her hands against the sides of her face as her back arched. “Oh, Sonic!”

She more firmly planted her hands to his chest on instinct, an effort to better support herself as he supported her. Amy squeezed on him out of a mixture of desperation and desire as Sonic pounded up at her, as his lips teased at her own while they gradually parted from one another. Her jaw slacked, his tongue lashed first across her mouth, then shoved into it. And as she managed to suck on it, as she clung to him on the cusp of bliss, the point of view again shifted. 

This time, the camera was fixed on Amy’s face. On the pleasure that overtook her brow, the faint red in her expression. If it were a performance, she played her part to perfection. She first looked desperate, as if in some sort of heat. She struggled to keep her eyes open as Sonic’s hips only churned faster, the smacking of her body to his own almost as loud as her constant moaning. It was only a matter of time until they rolled shut, her eyelids having gradually overtaken her face as her back arched. 

“Oh, Sonic, yes!” Amy moaned, her head thrown back as her tongue dangled from her mouth.

The view split, then, almost perfectly timed to the pleasure that coursed through her body. On one half of the screen, the visage of her face lingered, contorted by the bliss that raced through her. On the other half, the closeup between their legs returned. The view got seemingly as close as it could, still and stabilized on what it saw. Sonic’s cock, buried to the base inside of Amy’s paler pussy. A shift, flinch of his balls as they rested against her. Then, finally, a trickle of white that leaked along his furry sack.

Amy only more loudly cried out while Sonic filled her with his cum, held her tight to him as his balls were drained into her - just as she’d requested. Amy took it all, the dual angles giving way to the wider, middle shot of the two on the couch. The camera shifted some, as if whoever were behind it struggled with the device. But it zoomed in all the same, just as Sonic’s lips met with Amy’s own again. Just as the two kissed, amid their utter bliss. 

It flickered between the three viewpoints for as long as it took for their lips to part again. Thin lines of drool connected the two of them that faded as their heads eased slowly from one another. They only did so as a means of catching their breath, though Sonic had barely broken a sweat. Amy, however, sat panting atop his lap. The angle alternated again, from a closeup of the cum that leaked from her overwhelmed pussy, to her heaving with her fingers delicately raking through the fur of his chest, to a shot of her crimson stained, overheated smirk.

The point of view came to rest on the wider shot, just as Amy slumped forward. The two indulged in another, more sloppier kiss. More frantic, uneven, mostly on account of Amy shifting back and forth against him. But with Sonic’s palms up along her lower back, against her sides, she settled in all the same. A moan vibrated through her lips when she shimmied herself downward enough to rest her head on Sonic’s comfortably beating chest, a warm smile along her lips.

“That was…amazing.” She purred, fluttering her eyes at the camera on the opposite side of the room.

“Heh, yeah,” Sonic stroked his fingers along her bare back, his smirk as sharp as ever as he similarly looked towards the far lens with a wink. “And that was just the tip of the iceberg.”

Both of them chuckled and pecked at one another, continued to look at each other and across the room at that which they’d not entirely acknowledged as of yet. Now, though, they made a display of their afterglow, his hands back comfortably along her ass and her own fingers at his shoulders. Amy massaged on him as he groped at her, grinning at the fourth wall as the couch slowly got further from view. 

And after a moment of zooming out, the room grew still, with Sonic and Amy’s embrace of one another frozen in but a moment of time.

Then, suddenly, time resumed. Not only did it return to normal, but it sped up after a handful of seconds. The visual on the couch remained the same for a time, Sonic and Amy yet at ease while intertwined with one another. But soon enough, their figures turned more into blue and pink blurs that at once vanished from the setting entirely, made off in separate directions. The pink figure, fully naked yet not exactly cleaned up from the mess they’d made, eventually returned to the middle cushion.

Just as well, Sonic’s blurry form reappeared. He didn’t appear much different, his smirk fixed to his face as he came to stand behind the couch rather than sat upon it. It appeared as if the two were talking for a short while, given how they grew still and more visible. Amy looked to giggle, Sonic placed a palm along her shoulder. And just as soon as his gloved touch fell upon her again, the wide angle of Amy on the couch grew filled by four more bodies.

On one side of Sonic stood none other than Shadow the Hedgehog, with one Blaze the Cat leaned slightly over the couch next to him. Silver the Hedgehog occupied Sonic’s opposite side, a somewhat aloof expression on his brow while, next to him, Surge the Tenrec stood with her hand at her hip and a typically unenthused sneer to her face. All five of them were stationed behind Amy’s frilly couch, all five seemed to converse. More importantly, however, those that had anything to take off soon started to do just that.

And as they stripped themselves down from gloves, pants and anything in between, the footage slowed back down to a normal rate again. Even wound back slightly, a deliberate choice made just as Blaze turned towards Shadow and bent further forward, a hint of her bare, lavender-furred ass peeked out from behind the couch. Surge’s own more neon cheek was briefly seen on the opposite end, while the boys merely took care to remove or otherwise step out of their shoes. And just like that, all five of them were naked as they surrounded an Amy sat smiling on the couch.

“So who's goin’ first,” Surge leered at Amy with her razor sharp grin, standing proudly in her own nudity with her pierced nipples on full display. “And why’s it me?”

“Uh, hasn’t Sonic already gone first?” Silver asked, looking more across to Blaze than anyone else. “Does that count?”

“Yes, not that such a thing matters.” Blaze leaned over the back of the couch and looked towards their supposedly shared focus as she answered. “This is about Amy, after all.”

“Whatever.” Surge scoffed and turned away. “Just lemme know when I’m up.”

“Well that’s up to her, so-” Sonic placed both his palms to her shoulders as he smiled down at her. “Who ya wanna do first, Ames?”

Amy deliberated for a moment, turned back to admire her lineup of admirers - and Surge - with a hum in her throat. She fully shifted around onto her knees after a while, a finger raised towards her lips as she looked over the five of them. From the blue blur she’d already been with, to the temptation of feline royalty. Her eyes lingered on what would be a taste of the future in Silver, but went beyond him to rest upon the Tenrec in a fleeting pause before they darted back towards Sonic’s opposite side.

“Shadow,” Amy chuckled, her hand upon his hip. “It’s been a while.”

“It has.” Shadow flatly replied, his arms crossed. “Am I…what you’d prefer?”

“How’s about you get that butt of yours over here and we find out?” Amy nodded, as if to invite him around the couch. 

Shadow looked to be unfazed for all of a long, quiet moment. Then he huffed and shrugged a shoulder, though he strode around the couch with an obvious pride behind the faint smirk that slipped through his stoicism. He was the only one left with any dress, as it were, his gloves still on as something of a personal preference the others long since respected. And as he walked around the arm of the couch, the others yet behind it started to disperse.

“Hey, blue boy,” Surge looked to Sonic while she stroked her hand in the air. “How’s about you come get me warmed up?

“Silver?” Blaze stepped towards him as she spoke his name, the other two having made their way off screen. “Would you like to…practice?”

Silver gave a nod, and they too were just as well out of frame after but a few naked steps to one side. The camera then focused up, tightened on the scene as Shadow came to rest upon the couch next to Amy. The two sat side by side for a time, somewhat of an awkward air between them. As if they truly hadn’t seen each other - at least not like this - in some time. But the feeling gradually shifted as Amy just as slowly reached her bare palm between Shadow’s legs.

“So,” Amy cheerfully asked, her fingers eased around his half-hard cock. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine.” Shadow answered flatly, his head tilted to one side but his gaze lingering outward.

“Just fine?” Amy stroked at him, leaned more towards him. “Nothing exciting happening?”

“Nh.” Shadow just barely shook his head, still too aware of their technological audience. “Not really.”

“Aw, is someone a little camera shy?” Amy gently teased him with a giggle in her throat and her thumb at the head of his length.

“No, I’ve just…” Shadow looked more towards her, his eyes narrowed and arms crossed. “Never done anything like this before.”

“Hey, neither have I!” Amy proclaimed the truth, her free hand to his chest and her lips near his ear. “So why not give it our best, huh?”

Shadow quietly grumbled, but didn’t refuse or resist. He effectively pouted on the couch even as she played with him, as her delicate fingertips stroked him hard and milked the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. She was slow, steady in how she worked at him, her gaze soft in a somewhat loving expression that only grew softer as she effectively wrapped herself at his side. Amy laced her leg around his own, kneaded at the fur on his chest and nuzzled her forehead up against the side of his own.

“C’mon, Shadow, open up a little.” Amy warmly beckoned him as the frame zoomed more tightly in on the two, her stroking at his cock more thorough from tip to base.. “Please, for me?”

Shadow’s eyes shifted towards her, his typically stern scowl unmoved. “And why should I?”

“Because I said please,” Amy smirked, a hand to his thigh while her bare fingers wrapped around his cock. “And you’re looking awfully pent up, too.”

Shadow looked from her, a faint red to his expression. One might have thought he’d stand up and simply leave, but reacted instead in the opposite. It took a moment, but he dropped his posture all the same. Relaxed more openly into the couch, let his shoulders fall and his arms unfurl. He let himself slump against the cushion with a slight nod to his head when she leaned closer. Amy wasn’t sure if it was her request, or her acknowledging the obvious that did it.

But she didn’t quite care, not enough to press the matter at least. Her hand tensed around his shaft and more thoroughly stroked at his length, from tip to base with a growing pace. One that earned the glisten at the tan head of his shaft, that was brisk enough to flaunt the red stripe along the underside of his otherwise deep black cock. Amy hooked her leg around one of his own, though Shadow remained somewhat turned from her all the same.

His blush grew, all the same. Enough that it was undeniable as her hand between his legs grew more audible and furious. While he might have wanted to keep up his tough, stoic demeanor, Amy worked her way through the cracks that had formed. His legs drifted apart, thanks to hers being around him. He let his head sink slightly into the couch cushions behind him, itself tilted slowly towards her while she continued masturbating him.

“There’s nothing to worry about, Shadow,” Amy warmly remarked, the two staring down between his legs together. “I’ve got you.”

“Nh-” Shadow softly flinched, as he clung to his typical attitude. “I, hah, I’m-”

Whatever remained of his exterior fully crumbled as his words failed. Shadow turned his head swiftly towards Amy, and kissed her firmly. It was a surprise enough that Amy’s eyes widened, though they relaxed into an expression more careful and caring after but a few shared heartbeats. Their gaze locked and narrowed, the two deeply embraced while Shadow further surrendered himself to what had been her desires by letting his body go more limp.

Amy kept some of him firm, though, with a giggle in her throat as their tongues flashed the camera amid the shifting of their mouths. Both their foreheads pressed together, and Shadow’s eyes vanished behind his eyelids just as he more properly moved to lean against her. His arm shoved along the cushion she was braced upon as a means of cradling her, the other raised up to grab and tug at her chest with a mix of timid and furious pressure that alternated with each pinch and pull at her nipple.

But Amy wasn’t deterred or given pause in the least. Perhaps spurred on by her earlier, so-called warm up with the blue blur, her grin only sharpened and her hand more firm. More rapid and thorough in how she stroked at him. At first this made Shadow’s own advances all the more intense, as if he were trying to overwhelm her and resume some measure of control. That never came, however, as Amy laced fingers from both of her hands around his shaft and pumped him with all she had.

Shadow struggled, at first, an instinct of a sort. He shifted against her, his hips subtly churned. Their lips broke slightly, though his teeth merely caught on his lower lip amid a pleasure he couldn’t quite deny. His huffing and panting could be heard as Amy stared him in the eyes, her expression sharp and powerful. Friction built up in his lap, her purred giggles filled his twitching ears, and the ultimate lifeform came undone.

“Ngh-” Shadow fought his pleasure with a growl, itself a losing battle. “Damn.”

With his hiss, Amy’s eyes only widened as they drifted downward. Toward the intense, harsh throbbing she held in both hands. She softly gasped when he finally came, unable to hold himself back for however stoic - or timid - he’d been. Amy pumped a thick mess from the tip of his cock, turning her touch more delicate again as most of it slathered along his stomach. There were stains of white along his thighs, too, with some even landing on Amy’s bare pink him before her hand came to rest against his furry, black and red balls.

“Wow,” Amy softly chuckled as his cum dribbled down over her fingers. “And to think you were afraid of the cameras.”

“Nh, not afraid.” Shadow grumbled between his huffed breathing. “Didn’t know…the full intention…”

“Are you accusing me of having ulterior motives, Shadow?” Amy flicked gently at his nose, the point of view zoomed in more on their faces.

“No, just…didn’t know what exactly it was you wanted out of this,” Shadow placed his fingers at her chin and pulled her closer, his opposite hand at her cheek. “Rose.”

Amy didn’t get to question the nickname before his lips seared to her own in a firm, deep kiss. One that Shadow only further deepened as he pulled himself on top of her. The angle cut to the side profile of the two just as his eyes narrowed at her own, Amy’s expression now more meek and flustered. Shadow seemed to only revel in that, his palms at her shoulders while his hips ground against her own as a means of keeping himself hard.

“Ah, and, mh-” Amy huffed, a hand draped along the back of his neck as she struggled to question. “Just what do I want exactly, Shadow?”

Shadow smirked as he glanced off camera, in the direction Sonic had been pulled, with a thumb to her cheek. An idea clearly took root in his mind from the almost smug grin he came to wear, his fingertips brought between their lips so that his could whistle a quiet tune. A faint chuckle came from his throat as he turned back towards her, with the sound of some sort of struggle barely heard from off camera. As if someone were pulling away from a lover who didn’t quite want to let go.

“Stay right here,” Shadow shifted his weight more heavily upon her, his voice smooth and low. “And I’ll show you.” 

She giggled, nervously, and blushed, but Amy wasn’t on the backfoot for long. This was her idea, after all. And she made sure that Shadow remembered just that with a squeeze at his toned, furry ass. A swat at one of his cheeks. She moaned into his mouth as Shadow showed some slight, playful relent. Allowed her tongue into his mouth, brought himself to suck on it as their bodies more sensually intertwined. The two held each other close, with warmth, their expressions tender with flutters of her eyes and a deep seated love behind his own.

Then, just as they settled into something more intimate, maybe even more romantic, the footage stalled. Grew still again, this time on a shot of the two lost in each other’s gaze. And after a moment, it was sped up, as if to skip through this more sensual moment the two might have shared. They kissed again, the footage zoomed back, the angle shifted to the wide shot again, everything moved at twice the rate it originally had, without much in the way of pause or hesitation as Shadow and Amy kissed, groped, and touched on one another..

At least, not until a familiar, naked blue body returned to the screen. It took him some time, for one reason or another, and there were some faint white stains to his upper legs now too, a glisten that looked as if his cock had been drooled on. But he’d heeded Shadow’s apparent call nonetheless, and was evidently keen on executing whatever his rival had planned. It seemed that way, at least, given how eagerly he took a seat at one end of the couch and tapped on his lap just as Amy turned her back towards him and positioned herself over it

It was only when Amy lowered her ass downward, took Sonic’s cock deep into herself, that the footage returned to its proper, normal speed. Just as she loudly, warmly moaned, everything returned to as it was. She grew louder still as Shadow, having knelt on the middle cushion as she made herself comfortable in Sonic’s lap, let himself tangle up around her front. The angle zoomed in closely as their tongues intertwined, as Shadow’s slipped past her mouth and pushed into Sonic’s own. And when he pulled it back enough to kiss Amy again, the view dropped lower right as Shadow’s cock pressed into Amy’s pussy.

“Ngh, Sonic, Shadow!” Amy whined at the pressure that filled her, her palms to either side of her face and her eyes at the ceiling. 

The two boys didn’t offer much in the way of a verbal reply. They merely smothered her, together, between the warmth of their bodies. Shadow grumbled, huffed a swear or two as he churned his hips until his cock was buried to the base inside of her. Beyond that though, the rival Hedgehogs only huffed and snickered as they merely held still for a moment. Gave Amy some time to acclimate to everything.

When she nodded, Shadow’s thumb to her chin and Sonic’s hand at her breast, the two moved. They were gradual at first, a messy tandem where Shadow would rear back just as Sonic had thrust upward. But they found a proper rhythm as they both sped up in unison, sharing glares and smirks over the shoulder of the Hedgehog they held between them. Amy only grew louder throughout, whining and moaning either name as they jointly fucked her from either end.

The couch shook and creaked beneath the shared weight, the angle zoomed back just enough to focus on the three of them with all but one of Sonic’s legs out of frame. The cameras alternated at something of a brisk pace, too, with the screen filled one moment by Sonic’s all too smug expression, then the next with Amy’s overwhelmed and reddened smile. Shadow even cocked a grin of his own, after a time, as he kneaded at the breast opposite that which Sonic had claimed.

“Just, nh, hold on tight, Ames!” Sonic encouraged her with pecks of his lips along her neck. “Little more, yeah?”

His eye caught Shadow’s own, though Shadow only groaned. “Just…take it…”

Amy’s head nodded in lieu of anything coherent in her throat. It was all she could do, overwhelmed so suddenly and deeply by the pleasure Shadow suspected her having sought. Perhaps the expression she wore, increasingly dazed as her jaw further slacked, was why Shadow’s own had grown more undeniably playful. A sharper grin had stretched along his lips, his brow furrowed more with focus than anything else as he slammed himself at Amy’s pussy over and over again.

His smacking at her thighs was only met with Sonic’s clapping up a t her ass, himself alternating between kissing at her neck and the back of her head. His grasp at her chest remained firm, but more gentle than the hold Shadow had taken on her. His palm was sharper, more rough and intense against her opposite breast, though Amy showed no discomfort. No hesitation, no need for pause or breath, and certainly no sign of holding back as the view came to rest on the wider shot again.

She worked to buck with their bodies, as best she could. Her hips shook and wiggled as she threw her weight back against Sonic at one moment, then shoved herself towards Shadow the next. Amy always was tenacious, deep down, and did what she could to match what she’d been surrounded by. It earned her gentle praise from Sonic’s lips, remarks of how good a girl she was. Even Shadow heaped some on, in his own way - that being a delicate ruffle at the quills along her forehead.

It was a touching, fleeting moment that contrasted the rough demeanor with which he’d taken her body. That which Sonic matched, the two moving ever faster as Amy grew still between them, as if supported by their passion and desire. Her breathing grew more ragged, she weakly warned of some impending event that Shadow and Sonic groaned about. And as the camera started to zoom between them, more at Amy’s waist as either hard cock pounded at her, she finally, outright squealed. 

“Hah, Sonic!” Amy cried his name first, predictably, though she leaned forward and clung to the Hedgehog ahead of her. “Shadow!”

Dreamy, dazed lust soaked Amy’s voice as she kissed her lover. Sonic leaned up behind her to offer support, grunting as a trickle of white could be seen leaking from Amy’s asshole. And though he wasn’t quite on time with the other two, Shadow wasn’t much behind. A few harsh sways of his hips, a firm hold on Amy’s head as he kissed her back, and Shadow was groaning down her throat. The view alternated from one on the side that focused on their embrace, and the middle shot that lingered on the sight of Amy’s pussy milking the cum from Shadow’s balls.

Until he pulled back, strands shot up along her stomach as she was freed up to sink back along Sonic’s chest. Shadow slumped forward onto her, too, after a wobble on his knees. The three embraced amid a heavy, shared panting, alternating lips and tongues between each other. Whatever rough edge Shadow had displayed was a distant memory as he kissed first on Sonic, then at Amy. Hands trailed everywhere, with Amy’s at Shadow’s ass while Sonic’s cupped at her breast and rubbed at her sides.

He wasn’t just fondling her, though, given how he soon eased his way from beneath the shared weight of two Hedgehogs. Sonic slipped onto his feet with a wide smirk, his cock half-hard as it dangled between his legs with a long trail of white having run from the tip. He palmed the back of Shadow’s head first, then kneaded at the top of Amy’s, as if to get their attention. It was given slowly, gradually, with Shadow near scowling when he tilted his head towards he who would interrupt his passion.

“Round’s over, buddy.” Sonic teased him as Shadow got to his knees. “Gotta call in the cleanup crew, get ‘er set for what comes next.”

“Then why don’t you go get them,” Shadow flatly replied, his body fixated on Amy’s own. “And I come when I’m damn ready to.”

“Eh, you always do.” Sonic shrugged, brushing a palm at Amy’s shoulder as he moved to step around the couch with a snicker. “Just try not to take too long, Shadow.”

As Shadow growled back, the footage cut more abruptly than before, to an entirely new angle from any of the three seen to that point. One that was, seemingly, focused on the ceiling in an entirely different room, presumably in the same house given the pastel walls just barely seen. The cursor returned to the screen and moved towards that which would speed things up, but stopped as the camera was not simply moved - but picked up. 

“Hey, geekboy,” Surge asked over her shoulder, standing nude in the camera she now held in her hands. “The hell is this thing?”

“Think it’s a drone,” Sonic answered, and earned a jump from the Tenrec at his sudden appearance and swat at her ass, too. “He had some pretty big ideas that Amy liked, but this one wasn’t really working out.”

“You, hrn-” Surge bristled at him for the spank, a crackle of faint electricity in her eyes that caused the device to float from her palm and stole her attention. “Oh, wow, lookit that.”

“Hey, nice job,” Sonic poked at the dome shaped lens attached to the slender machine that hovered over the table. “Guess you’ve got a good reason to be here after all, huh?”

“I ain’t tech support, I’m here for a piece’a pinky.” Surge insisted, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “Speaking of, is it my turn yet?” 

Sonic scoffed, a hand to his hip as the camera drifted around the room. “Actually, yeah. Just about, anyway. Gonna need to clean her up some first, though.”

“Hey, I ain’t cleanin’ shit.” Surge hissed, her eyes narrowed. “I’m goin’ out there, gettin’ some ass, and leavin’.”

“Aw, c’mon, won’t be much fun if nobody else can get it in.” Sonic chuckled, a nudge of his elbow to the Tenrec’s side. “‘Sides, it’s not like you haven’t-”

Surge stepped firmly up to him, her eyes turning a faint shade of electric blue. “One more word, Hedgehog.”

“Ah, I can see you’re tense,” Sonic leaned back on his heel, a smug look to his lips. “Nervous before the show, huh? Need help unwinding first? Or maybe ya need to be taught what to do.”

“Last chance.” Surge tapped her first to her palm. “One more word, and this porno’s not gonna have a happy ending.”

“Mhm, how’s about two?” Sonic tilted his head to one side, his shoulders raised. “Bend over.”

“Like hell!” Surge took another step towards him, lightning crackling softly around her expression. “When I’m done with you, little pinky won’t even-”

The footage cut again before whatever threat she’d made had been finished, and the screen was black for a moment both brief and long somehow. This, however, was no technological failure. Rather it was something clearly done for suspense and intrigue, as the footage from the drone soon enough returned with the machine having taken a different place in midair. One that was behind Sonic’s head, itself currently pressed up to Surge’s fat, neon ass as she leaned over the kitchen table.

“Fuck, nh-” Surge whined as he pried her cheeks apart and lashed his tongue at her rim. “Fuck yeah!”

Whatever happened between cuts didn’t seem to matter now. The drone slowly rotated around the scene that unfolded in the kitchen, got first close on how it looked while Sonic licked and kissed Surge's crotch from behind. It focused along with him as his lips met her asshole again, then fell back as he struck his palm to her ass and left it jiggling. The view slowly rotated, enough that Silver could be briefly seen with Blaze on her knees before him, until it wound up on Surge’s own pleasured face as Sonic stood up behind her.

She was laid out with a smirk, her tongue was held out of her mouth and her razor sharp teeth had long since parted. A line of drool leaked from one corner of her lips and her body shifted in tandem with every lash and lick of Sonic’s tongue. His efforts were faintly audible, muffled only by the flesh he made a feast of and the low moans that leaked from her throat. She toyed with the piercing on her nipple, tugged at the metal, and slowly her pupils focused on what had wound up in front of her just as she felt Sonic’s cock push into her from behind.

“Ah, hell-” Surge grew rosy, her cheeks flushed in red as Shadow stepped into the kitchen behind her. “Fuck off!”

The ever crass and abrasive Tenrec’s embarrassed scowl was the last thing the drone caught, save a strike of lightning that shot from her fingertips that sent the screen dark. Near instantly, though, the view had returned to the living room. To where Amy was slouched on her couch with cum dribbling from her either hole, stains in the cushions and a blissful smile on her face. One that sharpened to a slight grin as Surge, a much more agreeable smirk to her own lips and a trickle of cum down one thigh, entered the frame.

“Ah, er-” Amy perked up and gently waved, somewhat timid in the face of the often volatile Tenrec. “Hi, Surge, are you-”

Before Amy could properly greet her, Surge had stumbled her way to the arm of the couch and flopped over it. She crawled then, without a word, the short distance between herself and Amy with that grin still firm along her lips. Amy only scooted herself back some to make space enough for the both of them, still somewhat hesitant about how to approach one such as Surge. Surge herself, however, had clearly been given plenty of tips on how best to act for the cameras, as she eased a palm to one of Amy’s thighs.

“Get that leg up here, Pinky,” Surge tugged at it, a faint babble behind her words. “Time fer a cleanin’.” 

“Oh, wow, they actually talked you into it, huh?” Amy mused, her leg brought up along the couch and her back leaned against the armrest behind her.

“Nobody talked me into nothin’,” Surge firmly insisted, her brow slightly furrowed as she moved her head towards Amy’s exposed, messy crotch. “Just…can’t get much’a turn with all this in the way.”

Amy didn’t argue with the logic, and instead only softly giggled at such a remark. She made sure her laughter wasn’t too loud, though, given how Surge came to stare up at her from her place on her chest. Amy placed a palm to the back of her neck, nodded and scoffed off her amusement, then buried her foot in the cushions of the couch to better offer the Tenrec as much space as she could. Only then did Surge’s eyes lower again, narrowed with desire as she came to stare at Amy’s ruined pussy.

Surge took the obvious invitation and went to work, the view zoomed in tight on the visual of her head at Amy’s crotch. Her tongue was slow at first, hesitant in its own way. And though she’d had her arguments against doing such a thing while in the kitchen, most of those looked as if they’d been resolved - thanks to Sonic’s offscreen efforts - as her jaw further slacked. A sharp inhale through her nose, and Surge shifted further forward until her lips met Amy’s fur.

The view changed to the third camera’s own closeup on Amy’s face, itself going quickly from uncertain and almost nervous to one more soothed and at ease. Amy only relaxed with Surge’s tongue at her slit, as she felt the Tenrec suck and kiss the cum from her crotch. Her shoulders slowly dropped and her head dipped gradually back, a hand brought to her mouth and the joint of one of her fingers rested between her lips. 

It went back to the wider angle, now zoomed slightly back from Surge’s mouth to better fit both of their naked bodies in frame. Whatever tension had filled the room on the Tenrec’s appearance broke near instantly, with Amy more eager to subtly rock her hips the more Surge stuck her tongue out. Surge carried a visible delight in her work after she grew accustomed to the cool, sticky substance that met her lips, even if she found herself with a shiver here and there.

“Nh, hey, Pinky,” She muttered more into Amy’s pussy than to the woman herself. “Lean back a bit more, yeah?” 

Amy started to question that, but decided to let her lips shut and instead nodded. Her hips pushed back, her tail stuffed into the corner where the cushion met the armrest, and she brought her opposite leg up. Surge grabbed it before she could bring it down anywhere of her own choosing, then reached for the other. With a firm grip to her either palm, Surge had made it so that Amy’s legs were both down her bare, furry back, while she more audibly ate out both Amy’s pussy, and her asshole.

“Nh, wha-” Amy huffed, her face growing flushed all over again. “Mhn, ah, Surge…”

The moan of her name clearly enticed and excited the Tenrec, her nub tail wagging as Amy came to place a palm along the base of her ponytail. Surge’s smirk had only grown more sharp despite how preoccupied her lips were, obviously smug and encouraged by her efforts. They only grew more intense as she drove her tongue along Amy’s now mostly clear slit, as she teased along the Hedgehog’s taint with the very edges of her shark-like teeth, then sealed her lips around Amy’s cum-soaked asshole.

“Hrn-” Amy winced, an eye shut as her fingers clenched at Surge’s hair. “Surge, hah, you’re-”

Surge didn’t give her a chance to finish the thought, not with how she kissed and sucked at Amy’s rim. The camera zoomed back in just to watch as the Tenrec’s tongue wagged and pressed at the puffy pink flesh, as Amy was cleaned thoroughly of the earlier mess to the point that she started to twitch and kick. Only after her heels pressed to Surge’s back did Surge’s attention go upward again, with a lash along her taint before she smeared a kiss to her slit.

“C’mon, Pinky, swear for me.” Surge sultrily taunted, peppering Amy’s aching flesh with her lips. “I wanna hear ya say somethin’ filthy.”

“Surge-” Amy pulled more harshly at the Tenrec’s ponytail, her voice more a gasp than anything else. “Please!”

“I, fuck,” Surge sucked at Amy’s slit, flicked her tongue at her clit and grew to carry an electric blue behind her eyes. “Know ya got one in ya, c’mon.”

Amy tensed as the warm, wet tip of Surge’s tongue prodded at her, as she felt fingertips splaying at her flesh. Her jaw remained screwed shut, though, baring her teeth behind her parted lips as her opposite hand came to grab at her own breast on instinct. She pinched herself, tugged on herself, ground her hips at Surge’s all too smug face until she was outright humping her features, from her chin to her nose. All while Surge relentlessly licked at her, kissed on her, sucked and even nibbled on her - with a faint crackle of lightning bouncing from her lips to Amy’s flesh.

“Hah-” Amy threw her head back, a shocking tingle coursing through her. “Fuck!”

“Yeah!” Surge leaned away, the view briefly cut to the second angle just to see her big, wide smile. “Let it out, Pinky!”

“Fuck, ngh-” Amy swore again, her face bright red as Surge brought electric fingertips to her slit and churned them with furious desire. “Surge!”

Overwhelmed, Amy’s eyes snapped shut and her body pushed back as far as she could manage to make it go. Effectively slumped over the armrest, she continued to moan and huff while Surge relentlessly tongued at her, prodded at her, and otherwise toyed with her. The Tenrec’s wide grin remained evident even as the camera zoomed back just as Amy’s hips raised, as crackles of electricity grew visible along Amy’s crotch. And finally, with a heave of her chest and another loud groan, Amy lost herself.

A mess rained down upon Surge that, at first, made her jump. Her eyes widened as Amy’s relief washed over her, and she nearly shifted away before she visibly realized just what was happening. When she did, however, when it set in that the Hedgehog she had pinned was squirting on her, Surge only burrowed her face deeper against her crotch. Swirled her tongue on Amy’s aching pussy, kissed up the mess that shot from her and, ultimately, seared her lips to the pink rim of her asshole with her jaw tense and her hands firm at Amy’s hips.

This helped keep her still, or at least from slipping off the couch. Amy’s entire body buckled and shivered, she constantly moaned and breathed in deep. Her pleasure was on full display for all three cameras, the angle alternating from the moment her stream of relief first let loose and only settled on the wider angle again when it grew diminished. Things zoomed further out as Amy slumped back against the cushions with a warm, needy gasp on her parted lips.

Lips that Surge quickly covered with a kiss that stunned Amy for a moment. But her eyes drifted slowly shut all over again as Surge eased down against her, as she felt the piercings at the Tenrec’s nipples softly grind up against her own. Amy tried for a moment to tangle her legs around her lover, though lacked the strength to do so. Surge only kept her legs spread, though, with a knee to either thigh after she better climbed atop the Hedgehog.

“Mmh, fuck yeah,” Surge softly taunted, her grin as pointed as ever. “Knew ya had it in ya, Pinky.”

“Oh, Surge…” Amy breathlessly muttered her name in between kisses. “Thank…thank you…”

“Yer damn right.” Surge chuckled, though her brow raised as she came to stare at Amy’s dazed expression. “Er, you…good down there?”

“Yeah,” Amy smirked, her cheeks rosy and her eyes narrowed as the view switched to the third angle which best captured her lustful face “How about you go find whoever’s next for me, huh?”

“Uh-” Surge blinked, a blush to her own face as Amy pecked her cheek and a slightly timid chuckle in her throat. “Yeah…yes, ma’am.”

But rather than watching Surge dismount from the Hedgehog, the screen simply jumped ahead. The pleasantries were skipped near entirely, with the scene immediately shifting to just who that next person in line was already caught up amid Amy’s now raging lust and desires. Whatever within her that had been held back or otherwise restrained had been loosened by her electric encounter with the Tenrec,as evident in how she now eagerly bobbed her head along Silver’s cock.

“Oh, Amy-” He huffed, his legs up on the coffee table that’d been brought in close to the couch and his hand at the back of her head. “That’s…so good…”

Amy only moaned for him, herself laying on her side with her head comfortably in his lap. She moved with a steady pace, her drool had trickled down his stark white cock and along his furry balls. It was increasingly evident by the way she rocked her face at his crotch that Amy was holding less and less back. Her voice, muffled as it was, remained somewhat loud, even a bit shrill in how cheerily she moaned and muttered to him.

Silver, for his part, simply relaxed into his seat on the couch despite his crimson stained face. There were faint hints of dull pink lipstick on his muzzle, along his neck, that were made more obvious when things shifted to the third angle again. It was as if Silver had ventured into the living room and been immediately wrapped up in Amy’s whims, kissed down from his lips to his cock as he made himself comfortable on her sofa.

Not that he appeared to mind the more forward approach. His palm rested at the back of her head while he wore a softer grin to his lips, his eyes focused on Amy. On how her head bobbed down his shaft, at the subtle bulge that one could see in her throat when the angle shifted back to the first perspective. He churned his hips slightly, subtly, but otherwise let her do all the work as she clearly intended.

At least, for a time. The constant sucking at his throbbing flesh got to Silver the same way it would anyone else, and soon his hand traced along her side. His fingertips tensed along the curve of her stomach, against her hip. And with a breath, Silver pulled his arm from her entirely, left it hang over her frame in a moment of pause. One he seemed a little indecisive of, his expression all the more flustered as he tilted his head. 

“Uh, nh, Amy?” Silver asked, a nervous chuckle behind his words. “I’m…gonna touch you now, okay?”

“Ah-” Amy popped her lips from his tip with a breath and giggled. “Go for it, Silver!” 

Silver blushed deeper at the encouragement, then moaned as her lips tangled around his cock again. With her explicit permission reaffirmed, his arm dropped and his hand pushed between her pink thighs. Silver’s fingertips emerged along her pussy, delicate and slow as he got a feel for her. His palm curled gradually around her, groped at her furry crotch, with the perspectives on screen again dueling - the wider view on everything as his fingertips acclimated to her slit, and the second view that of his thumb reaching for her asshole.

And while he teased her, played with her, Amy’s efforts at his lap only grew more intense. More hurried and frantic. She was relentless in how she fucked her own face along Silver’s impressive, bright shaded shaft. Let herself openly drool down the length, cupped a hand at his balls and squeezed on his thigh. Her expression remained as cheerful as ever, almost overjoyed to be working her face at his crotch.

That wasn’t all that came to fill the screen as the wider shot overtook it, though. The camera angle itself grew somewhat tilted, as if the person behind it were struggling to keep it upright. This provided a view back into the kitchen, where Shadow was knelt upon the table, laying into Blaze from behind while Surge’s tongue flicked and licked at his asshole. And though Amy and Silver remained the focus of the shot as the view further dropped, two familiar blue ears popped into the bottom of the frame.

What was happening to cause the issues with the camera only turned more apparent as some muffled, restrained moans came this time from behind it. As the device seemed to shake slightly, became increasingly uneasy. The perspective grew lower, enough to watch briefly as Sonic bobbed his head at the crotch of they who had been filming everything to this point, his lips around a yellow cock with a pale head he playfully displayed to the lens..

“Hangin’ in there, buddy?” Sonic asked the camera with a grin, his hand pumping at his own cock while he sucked on another.

After a moment, the camera seemed to nod. As if the person behind it caught their breath, the focus returned solely to that of Amy and Silver on the couch. And just in time, too, as Amy’s bobbing grew more ferocious, more intense. She openly fucked her face on Silver’s cock as he sank his middlemost finger into her pussy, with a brief cut to the second angle to show he’d ground the tip of his thumb into her glistening, Tenrec-drool soaked asshole.

“Amy, hah-” Silver huffed a warning, his head dipped forward and his palm firm to the side of her head. “I’m, ngh, Amy!”

That was all he managed before Amy’s cheeks grew swollen and full. He kept her in place and churned his hips, his eyes harshly shut as he fucked his cumming cock down her throat with a bellowed groan behind his pursed lips. Amy didn’t show any disapproval or resistance, her face outright eager as Silver took over. As a faint shade of white grew to outline her frame, a display of his psychokinetic abilities made as he used them to hold her lips to the base of his cock.

But she was let free just as soon as he’d pinned her, the pressure too much for her to hold down for long. Amy wrenched herself from Silver’s cock with a gasp and a moan, one that turned to a purr as his cum shot up along her face. Enough so that she had to shut one of her eyes, though her smile remained as warm and wide even as he made a mess of it. His fingers settled inside of her, too, as his own pleasure faded, his chest steady as it rose and fell.

“Nh, Amy, I’m-” Silver cleared his throat, panting as he sank back onto the couch. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to, ah-”

“Mh, Silver, it’s okay.” Amy kneaded at his thigh, her tone sweet even as her lower lip rolled between her teeth. “Don’t apologize, this is what I wanted.”

“You, erm, want me to…lose control?” Silver timidly asked, a brow raised and his hand pulled slowly from between her thighs.

“Yeah.” Amy shifted herself onto her back, her head in his lap as she looked towards him with a flutter of her eyes. “Well, as long as you want to.”

Silver gave a timid, uncertain chuckle that matched his smile. And just as the frame zoomed in on his hesitant expression, it jumped ahead again. This time to a wider view, pulled back enough that one could see into the kitchen again, wherein Shadow was mounted atop Surge. Next to them, Sonic was preoccupied by the naked Blaze who’d knelt before him. But the focus was, as it had been, on Amy and her lover on the couch - with Amy coated in that same shimmering outline again.

This was so that Silver could openly bounce her along his cock, his powers helping her to ride him. Amy squealed and moaned as she was raised into the air and lowered time and again, her body made to smack against Silver’s own with less time between their meetings as he grew to float from the couch, himself. It was only a moment before the two were left in midair, with Silver clapping his hips to her ass harshly from behind, his fingers in her mouth and his eyes almost as if they were whited out while he let loose on her.

“Wait, wait, Silver!” Amy’s voice was a jittery cry as he pulled on her chest, as their pleasure dribbled down onto the cushions they hovered above. “I, nh, have another idea!” 

The footage cut again, just as suddenly. This time the two were back on the couch - but far from alone. Silver was on the middlemost cushion, a warm grin to his face and a tail that ghosted around his muzzle. One that belonged to Blaze, who was propped up onto her side on the left end of the couch. And on the right, Amy’s own nude body had filled the space, their legs tangled up and their pussies - Blaze’s coated in a whiter fur compared to Amy’s own - ground along the shaft of Silver’s cock.

Their flesh grazed together despite the throbbing length they’d trapped between themselves. Amy wore a sly, lustful grin that Blaze matched, the two openly rocking their hips in a near perfect unison. Perfect enough that Silver’s head had drifted onto the cushion behind him again, that his lips parted and his jaw slacked in a prolonged moan. Both Blaze and Amy humped their bodies with a fervent need and desire, enough so that an already overstimulated Silver hadn’t long to last.

“Can you feel him, Amy?” Blaze playfully questioned the heat they shared between their legs. “He’s about to cum again.”

“Yes, mh, please,” Amy warmly begged him for the inevitable, a hand at her own breast as Blaze’s tail tangled along his arm. “Please cum again, Silver, please!”

“Ngh, Amy…” Silver strained her name on her tongue, his eyes wandered towards Blaze. “Bla, ah, fuck!”

His often soft tone turned sharper on the swear, one that grew into a groan that lingered on his lips as the girls scissored another thick load from his balls. They continued to grind and pump themselves along his shaft as he struggled at first, then came to rest with their pussies both vying for placement over his tip. Both caught plenty of his mess, though, the two perking up and moaning, even purring as pleasure shot from him and rained down upon their bodies, streaks of white through Amy’s pink fur just as much as they came to mark Blaze's lavender shade.

But before an afterglow could set in for any of the three, the footage jumped again. Silver now was gone from the couch, though not out of the increasingly tilted, less focused frame. One could see him in Amy’s kitchen, getting his cock stroked by a Sonic who was amid a standing fuck with Shadow, with the faint hint of the Tenrec on her knees in front of the two of them. But in the living room, Amy and Blaze had remained intertwined.

Amy had wound up atop Blaze, deep into an embrace with the Princess that neither looked keen to break. Their legs were laced together, their arms around one another. Both were yet stained in the lingering cum of Silver’s relief, with some down Amy’s back and some having ended up on Blaze’s head. The two kissed with his cum visibly between their lips, shared that pleasure with warm moans and tender sighs as both continued to, seemingly, wind down.

“I…must say, Amy, this was…” Blaze nuzzled her forehead to Amy’s own, their lips barely parted. “Some idea. May I ask…where it came from?”

“Ah, I guess I just wanted to show appreciation to some of my favorite people!” Amy tenderly chuckled as she moved downward enough to rest her head between Blaze’s modest breasts. “And…Surge.”

“All of whom, in some way, just happen to be tied to Sonic, right.” Blaze chuckled, her eye towards the wide angle that captured them both. “And the decision to record it all?”

“What, you never wanted to make a movie?” Amy grinned, her head tilted to peck kisses onto either of Blaze’s breasts. 

“Something tells me you’ve already made a few.” Blaze playfully accused, her hand raking along the back of Amy’s head. 

“Oh, you know how it is when inspiration strikes.” Amy mused, kneading at Blaze’s side. “A gal can have a lot of ideas, you know.”

Blaze sat up on her arms slightly, her gaze sharpened. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, like this one I’d call-” Amy paused as she sat up on her knees, her hands at Blaze’s breasts and a sultry smirk along her lips. “The Princess and her throne.”

On near perfect cue, the visual jumped from the two playful lovers grinning at one another to a few more involved scene. One that seemed to live up to Amy’s title, that showed the Princess well and truly on her throne - or at least, a throne. That being Amy’s own face as she laid out on the couch, with Blaze’s bare furry ass planted upon her, grinding and shifting her hips with eager speed as she smothered Amy with her either perky cheek.

The view zoomed in tight first between Blaze’s legs, where Amy’s tongue could be seen flicking and pressing between her toned thighs every so often. It cut to a side angle, one that better showed just what Amy was doing. That her lips were pressed to Blaze’s rim, her tongue lashing across her asshole, along her taint, and at her pussy in thorough, swift motions. Then it jumped back to the wider view, zoomed back out to better show Blaze’s either hand groping, grabbing and toying with Amy’s pussy.

Her fingers were furious, yet so skillful and deliberate. The view got close to the act, showed every twitch and throb that Blaze earned from Amy’s folds. How her touch made Amy’s hips shift and grind at the growing friction that trailed along her slit. Again the viewpoints dueled as one side of the screen filled with that of Amy’s preoccupation, with Blaze’s tail draped along her neck as she made out with the Princess’s asshole.

“That’s it, Amy, come on,” Blaze huffed, pushing her ass back more firmly to Amy’s face, feeling her thighs tense against her fingertips. “Make a mess for me, for your Princess.”

Amy only moaned back, obeying the words of the would-be ruler with a devoted tongue and firm hands brought to her either cheek. She squeezed and groped at Blaze’s ass, spread them apart to better dig her tongue in. Then her fingers shifted, danced along the slit of Blaze’s pussy while she licked at the underside as best she could. Blaze’s breathing grew more intense while Amy sucked the heat and sweat from her rom, her eyes rolled back and her head lost between the cushion of both the couch, and that of the royalty that smothered her.

It was all she could do to grunt and huff as her body tensed, then softly convulsed. Blaze’s eyes flickered with flame and widened, her smirk grew at the orgasm she’d earned from Amy, at that which coated her bare hands and was just as quickly licked off of either palm. Blaze similarly hissed as she found pleasure between her own legs, jamming her ass back at Amy’s face and keeping her pinned until her own pleasure faded to that of an ember.

“Hah, your…tongue, Amy…” Blaze remarked as she slowly slumped towards one side of the couch. “So…skilled…”

“Mh,” Amy chuckled as her face emerged from behind Blaze’s ass, her muzzle coated in a soft glisten she ran her tongue around in effort to clean up. “Let me show you what else it can do, yeah?”

As soon as Blaze nodded, whatever pretense of a professional production this footage carried well and truly went out the window. Another jumpcut saw Amy with Blaze’s legs around her head, itself buried at her crotch until the Princess of flame squeaked and moaned. It cut briefly to the second angle, just long enough to provide a view of the mess Blaze made as she squirted a deep, all too satisfying pleasure across Amy’s already messy face.

It cut again as soon as that turned to little more than a trickle, but the living room had been further shifted. The table back out of the frame, Amy was on her hand and knees while Shadow thrust into her from behind, her pink ass a slightly deeper shade thanks to him having spanked her relentlessly. Her moans were loud, shrill, but muffled thanks to the fat, neon green ass of the Tenrec, with Surge having eagerly shoved her rim to the Hedgehog’s face.

Just as one could see Shadow pull out of her cum-stained asshole to shoot the rest of his load across her back, it jumped again. Amy was now between Silver and Sonic, alternating her lips between the two as she stroked steadily at their cocks. On the floor in front of them, Shadow was sat with his legs splayed out and the lips of both Blaze and Surge upon his own cock, both basking in it as he painted their faces with cum - just as Silver and Sonic similarly came, thick messes shot first at Amy, then onto the Cat and Tenrec that were laid out on the floor before them.

Production only further broke down from there, lust winning out over any sort of proper intention with this creation. The table had returned, and Amy placed upon it while Silver thrust furiously at her pussy and Sonic more rapidly fucked her face. Behind Silver, Shadow was balls deep inside of his asshole, with Blaze between their legs licking at the cum that leaked down on top of her. Behind Sonic, Surge remained at use, thoroughly licking the blue blur’s rim with a hand burled between her own legs, and the other stroking at what she could reach of his cock while Amy swallowed his load.

The wide angled camera wound up tilted again upon the next cut, as if left to rest upon something not centered. This view revealed the naked bodies of Amy’s lovers at various stages of rest, in between takes as it were. Upon the couch, however, Amy remained busy - this time with the cameraman. None other than Tails Prower had been filming everything, his reward that of Amy’s lips upon his cock in this shot. And in the next jumpcut, the footage showed Amy’s slender pink back, focused on her ass jiggling as she rode the dutiful Fox into the couch.

The cuts grew more frantic, more sudden. At one moment Tails was hovering behind Amy, laying into her ass. And in the next, Amy was on her back again, eating out Shadow’s ass while Blaze tended to her own with Silver’s cock buried inside of her, Sonic’s stuffed down Shadow’s throat, and Surge stood on the arm of the couch with Silver bent forward enough to tongue her own crotch. The viewpoints alternated without end, the action shifted constantly, with all involved blissful in their surrender to lust and desire.

Amy was laid out on the couch next, fingering herself as Sonic fucked his cum into Surge’s ass. It jumped again, with Silver’s ass now in Amy’s face while his balls were milked by the ever electric hands of the Tenrec. Shadow wound up in Amy’s place after a few moments, sat on the middle cushion with Tails bouncing in his lap - and Amy riding the Fox’s own. Then Tails was behind her on the ground, slapping hips to her ass with a firm hold at her subtly wagging tail while Sonic tugged at Surge’s ponytail up on one end of the couch, and Blaze occupied the other with Shadow thrusting at her mouth as Silver, her tail coiled around his waist, railed his load into her from behind.

Time and again, they found something new to do with each other, though there was never any lack of pink in the frame. And if their shared focus had grown obscured or blurred, what came next saw her reasserted. A black tinted screen lingered after a prolonged shot of Amy putting Sonic into the same sort of press he’d had her in earlier atop the couch, with Shadow up her ass and Surge’s rim in Amy’s face. One might have thought the footage had run out, that there was nothing left to show - until the visual of Amy’s home returned, courtesy now of a reactivated drone camera.

This angle provided a wide view of things, all of which had Amy firmly at the center. She had abandoned the couch and opted instead for the floor, been surrounded between cuts. Shadow was thrusting at her face with fury and need, her hands put to work on that of Blaze and Surge’s crotches. Next to him stood Tails, grinding his own cock against her face amid his masturbation. And while her fingertips tugged at the Tenrec’s piercing and prodded at royalty’s rim, her ass had been mounted by Silver - while her pussy, from beneath, was taken by Sonic.

He sucked at her chest while he thrust up into her, as the others used her thoroughly. She only moaned for more with her tongue muffled by Shadow’s length, her eyes made weak and hazy by her own desires. But even as some, like Silver and Blaze, continued to ask if she were okay, Amy never relented. Showed no pause or hesitation in how she tended to those around her. Her smile hadn’t wavered, if anything it was as sharp as she could make it with Shadow’s cock in her mouth.

“Ngh, Rose-” Shadow huffed as his cum drained into her throat, then flooded out of her overwhelmed mouth.

“Fuck yeah, Pinky!” Surge, crackling with electricity, sharply teased while she rubbed at her own clit until she squirted a mess of her own across Amy’s face. “Take it!”

“Amy, hah-” Blaze huffed into a cry, humping at Amy’s hand until the fur of her palm grew damp and matted down. “Yes!”

“Oh, Amy!” Silver groaned as he slammed his hips to her ass and his cum leaked from her rim. 

“Nh, oh my-” Tails dipped his head back with a moan, his cum slathering across Amy’s face, her name sensual on his tongue. “Amy, oh, Amy.”

And while the rest of them made a mess of her, did just as she’d told them to do at some point or another as the drone hovered around them to capture it all, Amy’s eyes trailed downward. Into the sharp green gaze of Sonic’s own, himself comfortably beneath her weight with a wide, warm smirk on his lips. He shifted his head up and kissed first at her throat and, when she tilted hers down further, laid his lips upon hers in a brief embrace while his hips churned without relent or pause.

“Hah, ready, Ames?” He softly asked her, his hands upon her cheeks. 

“Ah-” Amy exhaled slowly as the rest continued to coat her in cum and pleasure, her tone quiet and warm. “Always.”

 Sonic grinned back up at her, then rammed his hips against her with all he had. His grasp shifted to what he could reach of her hips and held her there, still and steady. Kept her in place as Tails shot his load across her features, as Shadow nudged at her chin until her mouth reopened so that he could finish draining his onto her tongue. While Blaze and Surge continued to grind at her numbed hands, as Silver pulled out and shot what was left of his own release across her pink back.

“Ngh, ah-” Amy’s eyes widened, her face rosy and her lips curved into a wide, fulfilled smile. “Sonic!” 

As she cried his name, amid a flurry of grunts and groans and swears around her, she felt him fill her all over again. Every throb of his cock, every twitch of his body against her own. Sonic huffed down her neck with his eyes shut as his balls were emptied out inside of Amy’s pussy, the mess slowly trickling down his strained shaft until the pressure forced him out. And when she felt his heat at her taint, felt it leak down her matted fur, she shifted her head towards his and again kissed on his lips, more deeply and firmly while the others continued to coat her in their own love and lust.

Their tongues lashed and intertwined while the others grew less rigid and stalled. Slowly, those that surrounded her departed Amy’s frame with gentle steps and softened efforts. Blaze eased Amy’s arm down, Surge more or less jumped off the hand she’d taken for herself. Silver stepped cautiously back, Shadow casually backed away and Tails flopped onto his ass. They all stayed close, but gave enough space that Amy could enjoy her embrace with Sonic.

When their lips slowly drifted apart, though, Amy’s weren’t left alone for long. The drone hovered more towards Amy’s face and stayed there as their bodies moved similarly. First Blaze pressed a firm kiss onto her, then Surge wormed her tongue into her mouth. Silver was more delicate in his effort, while Shadow was firmer amid their embrace. Tails gave her a gentle, timid kiss that earned a chuckle, and she again looked down at Sonic for a more fleeting embrace of their own.

Once parted again from him, she looked upright, straight into the camera of the drone with a smirk on her lips, her body coated in cum and mess, and a crimson to her cheeks. She continued to chuckle as she wrenched herself from Sonic, managed to get upright on her knees with help from the others. All of whom, Sonic included, were just as quick to stand around her again. They each masturbated themselves quickly, until another mess from each was made on Amy’s body.

And as they again coated her in their love and affection, Amy winked to the drone, blew a kiss and merely smirked, just as the footage stopped. Her face, stained in sweat and cum, so deeply satisfied and well worn, lingered on the screen - though nothing more came. All that remained was that of Amy’s satisfaction, her pleasure and joy over this production obvious in the final expression she wore, that which would be the last thing anyone viewing this would see.

“That’s it, huh?” A smooth, sultry voice asked.

“Erm, yeah.” The voice of Tails answered, timid and somewhat dazed. “I-I mean, we…shot a little more, but-”

“But?” Rouge the Bat teasingly pressed the matter while her ass ground against his lap.

“It, ah, it’s just Amy kissing the drone, but, y’know, for real.” Tails chuckled, his cock aching inside of her. “Felt kinda…redundant.” 

“Aw, I don’t get invited, I don’t get a kiss.” Rouge playfully pouted, rocking her hips steadily against his lap. “Least I ended up with the fox, huh?”

Tails, stained in crimson, managed a chuckle. “Right, er, we just…weren’t sure if you’d want to be involved.”

“Really?” Rouge slowly raised her weight up, then dropped it firmly against his lap. “Shame on you, Tails.”

“Nh, this wasn’t-” Tails struggled and strained, panting beneath her big, naked body. “It was Amy’s idea, after all.”

“Right.” Rouge turned her attention back to the screen and drug the cursor back into the file folder. “I suppose these were her idea too, hm? Two Horny Bunnies, Freedom Fighter Fuckfest?”

“Erm, no, but-” Tails grit his teeth, her wings pressed against his sides.

“You’ve got quite the nice production company here, Prower.” Rouge continued to browse the various titles on screen. “I mean, Sonic’s Harem? That’s gotta be a good few hours, huh?”

“That, nh, that one’s…kind of a joke title.” Tails gave a wide, unconvincing smile as he explained. “It’s, uh, kinda just…him and me.”

Rouge only giggled as she shut the laptop and tilted her head towards him. “Of course it is. But, you know, this got me thinking.”

“About, erm, what?” Tails managed to ask, his hands cautiously falling to her hips. 

“Well, if I’m not gonna be invited to one,” Rouge rocked her hips more aggressively, started bucking and riding him more thoroughly. “Maybe I oughta make one.”

“That’s, um, well-” Tails struggled to keep his grasp on her from tensing, his grip on self control already near an ember. “I…do take commissions.”

Rouge only leaned back against him with her smile wide on her face and her body more deliberate in how it moved atop him. She drifted her head towards his own and eased into a kiss with the flustered, nervous Fox that he couldn’t help but reciprocate. Whatever had stayed his hand before snapped as her tongue shoved into his mouth, and Tails shifted his grasp immediately from Rouge’s hips to her big, firm tits.

He kneaded and groped on her while his hips churned up at her bushy pussy, himself aching from however long she’d been mounted on him. Tails had lost track of time between now and when she’d first stumbled upon him masturbating to his own work, a stark reminder to keep his curtains closed past certain hours of the night. Or maybe, given just how good it felt to finally thrust up into Rouge’s pussy and play with her breasts, he might try to be even less shy going forward.

The idea was little more than a fleeting concept, though, one that faded as she nudged the table ahead of her further away and started putting pressure onto her own heels. Rouge bounced her ass on Tails’s lap, moaned into his mouth and grabbed at his eager balls with one hand while the other covered one of his own. She helped him grab at her breast, toy with her nipple, then finally purred as she felt warmth filling her pussy.

Tails came inside of her with little more than a meager squeak she happily swallowed. Her tongue lashed his flustered face from the drool that had seeped out between them, while her fingertips worked as something of a seal as his cum leaked out of her. Some of the mess ran past them, though, and slowly he grew to relax beneath her again. Enough so that he slumped into the cushioned seat they’d both shared for the duration of this so-called film.

“Well, I had a lovely evening, all the same,” Rouge chuckled as she effortlessly stood upright, Tails’s cum leaking from her pussy. “And I’d love to get my own production going soon, too.”

“Ah, that…” Tails, dazed, splayed out where he sat, his cock half-hard and messy between his legs. “That’s…nice, ma’am, I can see what, nh, we can do…”

Rouge turned her naked body towards him and climbed back into his lap, her forehead to his own and a sharp smirk at her lips. “How’s tonight sound, hm?”

“I, uh-” Tails glanced beyond her, at the drone camera still clad in a faint stain of what remained of Amy’s lipstick that day, then down at Rouge’s bare breasts. “If…you’ve got an idea, maybe, sure!”

“Oh, honey,” Rouge flicked her tongue at his nose and grabbed at his cock, her chest pushed up to his face as if to smother the Fox in her cleavage. “I’ve got plenty.”

Notes:

y'know I've often said if things had been a lil more shifted around I woulda been a Sonic creator first and foremost lmao. only took a few years for that to catch up with me!