They at some stupid party, one of Tails’ rare attempts to get everyone together. Music thumps, lights flash, and for once, we’re not trying to kill each other. Too busy drinking.

He leaning against the wall, smirking at Amy across the room. She’s stiff, arms crossed, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else. So he slink over, swaying more than he should, and say, 'God, you’re such a buzzkill. Loosen up, Pinky. Live a little.'

She turns, eyes narrow. 'You don’t get to tell me how to have fun, Sonic.'

'Oh? Prove you can.' sonic grin, drunk and reckless.

Next thing he know, she’s behind me, one hand clamping over my mouth, the other pressing me forward into the wall. I freeze—shocked, panicked—but then I feel it. Her thick length, hot and heavy, sliding between my legs, resting against my pussy. Not inside. Just… there. Teasing.

I muffle a gasp, body jolting. She leans in, whispering, 'Be quiet. Everyone can hear you.'

I try to speak, to fight, but my hips push back on their own. My face burns. My core drips. And when I catch my reflection in the dark window—my pupils are glowing red hearts.

She chuckles. 'That’s right. Just take it.'

I can’t move. Can’t think. Can only feel.