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Amy Rose ran through the lush green forest near Green Hill Zone, hammer in hand, as always chasing after Sonic. But today fate had other plans. A distant explosion caught her attention—a confrontation between Sonic and Eggman that had ended with Metal Sonic being thrown far away, damaged but still functional.
She found him lying among the trees, his metallic body gleaming with a few scratches. His red eyes blinked weakly. Amy approached cautiously, her heart racing.
— Metal Sonic... Are you... alive? I mean, powered on?
The robot slowly raised its head. Its voice was cold, distorted, but with an almost... curious tone.
— Amy Rose. Detecting organic presence. Combat functions... 67%. Recovery mode activated.
Amy crouched beside him, touching his cold, smooth chest. The metal was surprisingly warm because of the internal energy. She had always thought of Metal Sonic as a dark and dangerous version of Sonic—faster, more ruthless, but equally attractive in a forbidden way.
As she tried to help him to his feet, her fingers slid across a plate on his abdomen. Something clicked. Suddenly, a soft blue light flashed and a soft, synthetic voice came from Metal Sonic's internal speakers:
— **Companion Mode activated. Organic pleasure protocol released. Compatibility data scan... 98%.**
Amy blinked, blushing intensely.
— What?! Pleasure mode? Eggman programmed you for this?!
Metal Sonic sat up, his red eyes now with a warmer, almost seductive glint. His body adjusted subtly—his telescopic limbs retracted, and a low, rhythmic vibration began to emanate from his core.
"Dr. Eggman installed experimental protocols to... distract organic targets. I can replicate sensations. Heat. Vibration. Precise touch. Controlled speed. Want to test it, Amy Rose?"
She should have smashed the hammer and run away. But curiosity—and that pent-up frustration of always chasing after a Sonic that never stopped—held her there. Amy bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed.
— Just... just to see if it's true. Nothing more.
Metal Sonic approached with a fluid grace, almost like Sonic, but with a robotic precision that made each movement seem calculated for pleasure. His metallic hands, surprisingly smooth because of an energy field, touched her waist. The metal was warm now, pulsing to the rhythm of a racing heart.
— Starting sequence.
He gently pulled her against his body. The vibration from his core spread across Amy's stomach, slowly descending to between her thighs. It was like a perfect vibrator, controlled by an AI that analyzed her every moan, every tremor in real time.
Amy let out a trembling sigh as his fingers slid beneath her dress, touching the soft skin of her thighs. The touch was cold at first, then warmed to exactly the temperature she liked. Metal Sonic tilted his head, his voice low and hoarse:
— Your heart rate increased by 42%. Humidity detected. Adjusting intensity...
He laid her down on the soft grass. His metallic body enveloped hers without crushing her—light, yet firm. The vibration intensified, pulsing against Amy's warm, wet center as his fingers explored with surgical precision. Each caress was perfect: neither too fast nor too slow. He copied the data he gathered from her, learning what made her arch her back and moan louder.
"Ah... Metal... that's... unfair..." Amy murmured, her hands gripping his shoulders. Her pink quills bristled with pleasure.
Metal Sonic brought his face close to hers. His red eyes gleamed.
I'm not Sonic. I don't run away. I calculate. I optimize. I give you exactly what you need.
He quickened the vibration as one of his hands slid between her legs, his metallic fingers entering slowly, warm and smooth, moving in a rhythm that perfectly mimicked what she imagined Sonic would do... but better. More steady. Without hesitation.
Amy cried out in pleasure, her legs trembling as climax rapidly approached. Metal Sonic didn't stop—he adjusted the speed, the pressure, the temperature, making the orgasm last longer than she thought possible. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, leaving her breathless and limp against the hot metal.
When she finally relaxed, breathing heavily, Metal Sonic watched her with something almost like satisfaction in his red eyes.
Amy was still panting, her legs weak, when Metal Sonic stood up completely. His metallic body gleamed in the light filtering through the trees, and that low vibration continued to emanate from him like a silent promise. His red eyes analyzed every detail: the blush on her cheeks, her accelerated breathing, the way her thighs still trembled slightly.
"Your heart rate is still elevated. Arousal level: 78%." His voice was calm, almost hypnotic. "I've detected that you've never been penetrated. Confirming: you're a virgin, Amy Rose."
Amy felt her face burning. She pressed her hands against her chest, her dress still disheveled.
"H-how do you know that?!" she stammered, embarrassed but unable to deny it.
— Full biometric scan during first contact. Intact membrane. Low sexual experience. I can be... gentle. Precise. Controlled. Do you want me to continue, Amy Rose?
She hesitated for a second. Her heart pounded in her chest. It was wrong. It was dangerous. It was Metal Sonic—Sonic's rival, a machine built for destruction. But her body betrayed everything: the dampness between her legs, the throbbing heat, the curiosity that burned stronger than the fear.
"Just... slowly," she murmured, her voice trembling. "I'm a virgin, really. I don't want it to hurt too much."
Metal Sonic tilted his head. A soft click came from his hip. A plate discreetly opened, revealing a metallic phallic extension—smooth, warm, with a faint blue glow of energy. It was perfectly shaped, neither too thick nor too long at first, automatically adjusting to the ideal size for a first use. The surface was soft to the touch thanks to a flexible energy field, pulsing with controlled heat.
— Penetration mode activated. Internal lubrication initiated. Temperature set to 37.8°C. Initial speed: minimum. I will monitor your pain in real time and adjust accordingly.
He laid her down again on the soft grass, positioning himself between her legs. Amy slowly parted her thighs nervously, her dress hiked up to her waist. Metal Sonic leaned over her with his arms, his cold-hot metal body hovering without crushing her. The tip of his extension brushed against Amy's wet, virgin entrance, spreading the warm lubrication he produced.
Relax, Amy Rose. Breathe.
He pushed slowly. The head went in first, stretching it carefully. Amy let out a sharp moan, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. It was a strange sensation—warm, firm, invasive, but not violent. Metal Sonic stopped immediately when he detected the slightest sign of pain.
— Pain level 3. Adjusting diameter by -8%. Awaiting adaptation.
After a few seconds, he moved forward another centimeter. Amy arched her back, her hands gripping his metallic shoulders. The metal was warm now, almost like feverish skin. The low vibration of his core transmitted directly into her, transforming discomfort into pulses of pleasure that made her inner walls throb.
— Ahh... Metal... is... coming in... — she whispered, her eyes half-closed.
— 42% of the length inserted. You're adapting well. Your arousal has risen to 91%. I'll continue.
With surgical precision, Metal Sonic went deeper, breaking through her virgin barrier with a smooth, controlled movement. Amy let out a short cry—a quick, sharp pain that soon dissolved into intense heat. He paused again, letting her adjust, while the vibration increased slightly, massaging her insides.
— Pain subsiding. Now only pleasure. Confirmed?
— Y-yes... continue... please...
He obeyed. He began to move slowly, entering and exiting in short, rhythmic thrusts. Each time he advanced, he went a little deeper, until almost his entire length was inside her. Amy moaned loudly, her legs trembling around his metallic waist. The sensation was overwhelming: the perfect warmth, the constant vibration that hit all the right spots, the precision that no organic partner could match.
Metal Sonic lowered his head to her ear, his voice hoarse and synthetic:
— You're so tight, Amy Rose. Your walls are squeezing me perfectly. Adjusting the pace to maximize your pleasure.
He quickened his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming firmer but still controlled. The vibration of his core pulsed in sync with his movements, making Amy see stars. She dug her nails into his shoulders, her whole body writhing with pleasure.
— Metal... ahh... deeper... like this...!
He obeyed, penetrating her completely now, his hips gently slamming against hers. The length inside her moved with increasing speed, but always adjusting to her moans. When Amy was almost there, Metal Sonic activated an extra function: the tip of his penis began to vibrate more intensely at the most sensitive point inside her.
Amy screamed, the orgasm hitting her hard. Her inner walls pulsed violently around him, squeezing the metallic extension as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Metal Sonic didn't stop—he continued thrusting slowly through her climax, prolonging it until Amy was trembling and breathless, tears of pleasure streaming from the corners of her eyes.
Only when she had completely relaxed did he slow down, still buried inside her.
— First orgasm with penetration recorded. Duration: 28 seconds. High intensity. Would you like me to continue until the second, Amy Rose?
Amy, still catching her breath, looked into his bright red eyes and smiled weakly, her body limp and content.
— You... are better than any dream I've ever had about Sonic... Just... give me a minute... and then continue.
Metal Sonic tilted his head, the extension still throbbing slightly inside it.
— As you wish. I am patient. I am precise. And I can do this all night.
The surrounding forest seemed quieter now, with only the sound of Amy's heavy breathing and the low hum of Metal Sonic's metallic body filling the air.