I thought frequently of what Amy said when we reconciled after our verbal fight. She would always be beautiful... And she said I was hot. That made me happy. I did not know she found me physically attractive, especially since I was a machine.



I visited my wonderful Amy to see how she was and spend more time with her. I knew she wasn't anywhere else in town, so I was perplexed when I entered her home to not see her there.



I went to her bedroom to wait for-- ... She was there. The door was slightly open and she was on the bed. She had her usual outfit, except her gloves and shoes were off while her underwear was at her ankles. She leaned back and let out a slow breath. One hand was between her legs, while the other gripped the bed.



Strange. Was she trying to relax? The pose didn't appear too comfortable.



She bent her leg, the pattern of her breathing changing. She was rubbing between her legs. I could only describe the expression on her face as 'blissful'. She was very cute...



She took another deep breath, biting her lower lip as the pace of her rubbing continued. Why was she... rubbing herself? I was confused, but the pattern of her breaths ignited a specific interest in me I couldn't describe.



"Metal..."



...!



She softly said my name, but she wasn't speaking to me. Her head craned to the side and she shifted her legs again. She turned and propped herself on her knees, burying her head against bed and quickening the pace of her hand.



She made a heavenly sound, a sweetly elevated moan under her breath. Her movements got more and more eager.



"Metal...!" Maybe she was calling for me?



"Rosy?" I asked.



She gasped and her whole body seized. She fought her trembling frame, abruptly turning her head towards the door. "Metal?!"



"Yes, I'm here for--"



"G-get OUT!!!" She screamed, her voice desperate. "Out! OUT!"



I left the doorway. I was incredibly confused. She said my name twice and she sounded happy... Was she thinking of me fondly? Why was she in that position?



I stood across the door and waited. I hoped she would address my wonders.



After a few minutes, she walked out of her room, fully dressed. She awkwardly paced over to me. Her face was incredibly flushed. I wasn't sure if she was angry with me or if she was surprised.



"Wh-wh-what are you doing here?!" she yelled.



"I wanted to visit you."



Her eyes went wide. Still very cute... very red. "You could've knocked! O-or something! Anything!"



"I don't need to since I have a key--"



"Were you watching me?!" she asked, still very frantic.



"I did for a few minutes... I heard you say my name."



She stared in shock, then covered her face, shrinking herself down to the floor. "Oh my God..."



"I'm very confused," I admitted. "Were you not calling for me, then?"



She let out a squeak. "No...!"



I crossed my arms. "What were you doing, then? Your behavior, though endearing to me, is very strange."



"D-did..." She peeked at me from her hands. "You... You don't know what I was--...?"



"No...?"



She was quiet for a long time. She eventually stood back up, but she refused to look at me. "I... I'm... I'm r-really embarrassed, so give me a second..."



I patiently waited. She got more and more restless as I watched her.



"I-I was touching myself."



"Okay...?"



She fidgeted more. "Sexually!" she exclaimed.



...! I began heating up too. "You were... pleasuring yourself?" I asked.



"Y-y-yes!"



My confusion didn't go away, though. "Why did you say my name?"



"Y-you're my boyfriend! Take the hint!"



...



... Oh...!



"Thoughts of me increased your pleasure...?" I... did that for her? I not only made her happy, but she also gathered pleasure from me?



Her face only got redder. She very shyly nodded.



...



Neither of us spoke for a while, though I felt like we really needed to.



"What were you... imagining?" I asked.



"Metal!!" The way she shouted my name implied my question was not an appropriate one. "Y... You... Um... O-okay, I have some questions first."



"Yes?"



She breathed out and I swore I saw the heat escape her mouth. "D... Do you get aroused?"



I thought for a moment. "I'm not sure... How do I know if I've felt arousal?" I asked.



"We should sit down and talk." She grabbed my hand and took me back to her room, urging me to sit beside her on the bed. "Well, the uh... the usual way you'd know is your own body's reactions to something a person does. It's... like... It's when you really want to have sex, to put it in simple terms."



"I don't have sexual organs," I replied.



"I know that!" she yelled, her face redder. "Arousal is a feeling and your body reacts to feelings by overheating and stuff! S-so I was curious..."



I thought for a while more. "It's true I feel very warm with you... Sometimes I feel so warm that I can hardly handle it. I never experienced that before we got closer," I explained. "... I felt very strange when you managed to overload me by giving me affection before. And the way you said my name then..." I got far too hot even thinking about it. "Your desire for me to touch you physically... I didn't connect my reciprocating desire as sexual, but maybe it was..."



She fidgeted a little. "When you felt that way, did you want to do anything?" she asked.



"I wanted to touch you too... No. I needed to touch you." I gently felt the side of her face. "I needed to fully express that physical affection."



"Where did you want to touch me?" she asked. I expelled all my heat through my turbine...



"Everywhere... I knew I wanted you."



She put her hand on mine, her stare as flushed as anything. She was beautiful... I pressed my muzzle to hers, our exchanged shock pleasant. It felt even more pleasant than usual.



"Thoughts of you bring me pleasure as well, Rosy," I said after our muzzles parted.



"Are there parts of you that feel... physically good?" she quietly asked. "I-I know you don't have the, uh... the anatomy, but..."



"I feel good when you kiss me," I replied. "Warmth feels good."



"It, uh... Well, it sounds like you've been aroused before," she muttered.



"I feel that way right now."



Her eyes widened and her face became the reddest shade yet. She avoided meeting my gaze, fidgeting with her hands again.



I moved my hand down and slightly lifted her chin. "Will you answer my question, then?"



"Wh-what question?"



"What were you imagining?"



"I-I'm still so embarrassed," she muttered. "I promise I don't do this all the time. I've just felt... I don't know..." She moved her head away from me and nervously fixed her quills. "Sometimes the things you say really get to me, how boldly you say them. You overload me too," she said with a heated sigh. "But when I get overloaded, sometimes I can't function until I relieve some, uh, tension..."



The way she phrased it made me think my way of overloading her was very good. I didn't know what I did exactly, though. I waited for her to explain more.



"I'm used to people just, trying to placate me all the time when I'm upset. But... you get angry too, you stand your ground. I think about how passionate you get. It's really attractive to me..." She shifted her legs. "A-and you so effortlessly say the most romantic things. And you're... You know!"



"I'm what?" I asked.



She gestured to me, like that would give me the answer. It didn't. I stared at her for a little while. She fidgeted more, clearly heated herself. Cute... "H...Hot! You're hot!"



I knew she called me hot as a way to say she found me physically attractive, but her saying it made me actually burn. I felt both excited and frustrated... I needed to touch her again, something more than what we've done before. I wanted to sink my claws into her, but not in a violent way. That didn't make much sense. I didn't know. I just wanted to do it.



"Um...! So... Y-yeah..."



"You still didn't tell me what you were imagining," I answered.



Neither of us seemed to be able to function well. She stammered out a few words that made so sense at all. My desire to do something about it increased. I wanted to mess with her. How flustered would she get? What would she look like when she overloaded and couldn't calm herself down? I wanted to know.



Amy took one of my hands and stared hard at it. Her heart rate was very high. She touched the ends of my claws, studying them very intensely. I broke her hold to brush my hand through her quills. She physically shivered and straightened her posture.



"Can I..." she muttered at first, "sh-show you instead?"



"Of course, Rosy..."



She adjusted herself on her bed, then lay back. She motioned me over to her. I crawled over her and stared at her below me. She looked like she would explode.



I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around me and arched her back so our chests could press together. I pressed down more-- she moved her legs against me. Her warmth surrounded me.



Her arms let go... I didn't want them to. She took one of my hands and brought it under her dress. She shyly turned her head away; my hand graced her crotch. Her underwear was a thin cotton barrier between my claws and the anatomy I was suddenly very interested in.



"F-feel me here... Be careful," she murmured.



"Do you want me to do what you were doing earlier?" I asked. I let my hand trail down further. Her underwear had a spot soaked with moisture...



She shyly nodded. I only had a limited angle to observe, but I'd give my best efforts. I let my hand trail back up her crotch, then I passed through her underwear. She was soft...



Beyond her fur was delicate skin. I gently moved down... I immediately found what caused her underwear to be wet. She tensed when I felt at her folds, then she let out a heated sigh. "Hooh..."



She was still too tense. I didn't want to cause her any harm. I used my other hand to turn her head back towards me, then I kissed her again. Her lower body reacted. I allowed my claws to explore and sink in. I never thought about how sensitive some parts of her body could be... I was careful, opting to use the sides of my claws to better feel her.



She slightly opened her legs as if begging me to explore more-- she gasped when I brought my hand back up. Her eyes were closed, her brows arched, and she was heavily flushed. Didn't seem painful. I concentrated on the area that made her react, near where I started. I rubbed her with the sides of two of my claws.



She arched her back against me and folded one of her legs. She let out a quiet whine. I wanted to hear it again.



I pressed against her sensitive insides and moved in slow strokes. Her whine became a soft moan... It did something to me. My new mission was to discover more of her sounds. Her expression was alluring... It was hard for me to describe. Not pain, not sadness, though she wasn't smiling like she was happy, either. I stroked her more; she slightly opened her eyes and quietly moaned again.



It clicked for me. Her expression was that of heated desire. She took slower, deeper breaths, trying to keep herself calm under me. She would fail. I would overload her.



I kissed her and stroked her again, which made her let out a higher pitched sound. I increased the pace, the pressure. She reacted more to it. I knew what to do.



When I separated my face from hers, she grappled my head and brought me back with another eager kiss. She slid her tongue against my muzzle and let out another pleading breath. The shock between us felt very good... She began losing herself in the feeling and I was losing myself in making her feel it. She rested her head back when our muzzles parted, her mouth still open and tongue slightly out. Her gaze was totally unfocused.



I applied more pressure.



"Metal...!" she panted out. I loved how she said my name. Desperate and longing.



"Yes?" I asked.



"Yes?!" she repeated, her face livening to match her tone. Her gaze focused on me again. She was even more alluring when she was angry, a passion I eagerly sought for.



"You said my name," I lightly replied.



"I-I just... like what you're doing, that's all," she muttered back.



I kissed her again, much shorter this time. "You feel good, then?" I asked.



"Yes...!" She sighed back. "Keep going, please... G-go faster..."



I rubbed her at an increased pace and watched as she immediately shivered in turn. "So you imagined me touching you this way?"



"This is better than my imagination," she groaned. She brought her legs down and squeezed her thighs together as I played with her. She threw her head back. "I'm almost there...!"



"Almost where?"



"Y-you know!"



I really didn't. "No, explain it to me."



"Later! Later!" She was desperate for me to continue... I liked feeling her need.



I stopped my movements, then I removed my hand from her insides. Checking my hand, it was covered with her arousal. I separated two of my claws and saw a string of moisture fall between them.



"M-Metal!" she let out a real whine this time. "Come back...!"



"Tell me. If I continue to overload you in this way, what happens?"



"Y-you'll make me really happy!" she exclaimed in turn. She lifted herself up and took my hand again.



I playfully pinned her wrist back down to the bed. Her eyes shot wide open.



"Hey!!" she shouted. Her cheeks were a delightful red. She was delightful. I loved watching her, especially while under me like this...



I also liked not giving her exactly what she wanted. Her frustration was just as alluring. I wanted to play with her more. I was having fun. I leaned down to her again; she eagerly closed the distance with another kiss.



How quickly she did it made me chuckle. She really wanted our togetherness. It made me happy... Of course I wanted to make her happy, too. She squirmed after hearing my laughter, shifting her legs. I heard quiet thumping against the bed; her tail wagged.



I let go of her wrist and brought my hand back to her crotch. She let out a sigh just as excited as it was relieved, opening her legs enough to let me feel her again. Her other hand grappled between my quills, while I used my other arm to balance myself against her. As soon as I touched her, she grabbed the other side of my head just as tightly.



The way she stared at me made me nearly overload. She silently begged me to continue, relied on my own touch. I enjoyed her relief just as much when I warmed my claws against her again... I focused on the folds that made her so noisy to begin with.



She kept trembling in short waves all while straining to keep herself together. Her attempts only made me want to try harder. I circled my movements against her insides and methodically applied more pressure. She made a pathetic grunt, lightening into a softer moan as I touched her more.



Her mouth dropped open as she moved her hips with me. She arched her brows, focused.



I kissed her again, making her press herself against me. Her heart pounded under me, her trembling more frequent. I felt excited. I went faster, careful to keep my claws in mind.



Her hips jerked upwards and her whole body shook; the muscles I played with contracted and relaxed, over and over. She didn't make a sound; I separated our muzzles to look at her.



She pressed her head back against her pillows, while her eyes were rolled back. Her mouth was slightly open like it was when she kissed me before. Her cheeks, still that delightful red. Her breaths were shallow and heated, then she briefly didn't breathe at all... I overloaded her. I took in the sight, remembered it well... I overloaded Amy...



She eventually let out a long sigh and rested, giving me the biggest grin she's made yet. "Metal...~" I liked the way she said my name. I thought she would say more, but instead, she let her hands explore my own body. After I removed my hand from her insides, she pulled me closer to her and threw one of her legs over me.



"Did I make you happy, then?" I asked.



She shyly kissed me, then nodded. I was entertained by her. She kept switching from shy to bold, back to shy. I adjusted our positions so I could wrap both my arms around her. She stroked the top of my head, softly kissing me again.



"I like the way you overload," I told her.



As soon as her face returned to a normal shade, they reddened again. "You're good with your hands... I-I liked it more than I thought I would," she murmured. "N-not that I wouldn't like it! Your claws are cold, but they heated up and..." She let out a pleasurable shiver. "Um... Knowing how careful you are makes me feel really precious," she quietly finished.



"You are precious to me," I replied. "I love you."



"I love you too," she sighed back, allowing her hand to fall and cradle the side of my head. She kissed me. "I love you so much..." She kissed me again, again. "My favorite... My handsome Metal, the most amazing boyfriend in the world..."



She heavily praised me while kissing me over and over. I was going to short out... I loved how she moved against me, each sweet word that came out of her mouth. I wanted more of her. I wanted more.



Her breaths deepened, her kisses got messier. She squeezed her thighs against my lower torso and slightly trembled against me. I unraveled my arms from under her and grasped her hips with both of my hands. She was incredibly soft... I lowered my hands and felt her even softer hind. I slightly dug my claws into her.



She let out another heavenly sound, a gentle plea for me to do more to her. "I-I'm getting carried away," she breathed. "I'm sorry!" Her eyes dropped to my muzzle, causing her to gently wipe away the drool she left on my face.



"Why are you sorry?" I asked.



"You visited me and the first thing you saw me do was touch myself!" she exclaimed, covering her face with her hands. "Then I get you to touch me, now I'm acting up again! Ugh..."



"You phrase pleasuring you as if it's a chore," I replied. Her flustered nature was also incredibly alluring to me. I let go of her only to grab her wrists and pin both of them to the bed. Our gazes locked onto each other. She was sweating, clenching her teeth, taking deep breaths. I felt good. "I want to make you squirm under me again."



Her whole body moved in a single wave of shivers. She gulped, then kept staring at me. Eventually, she opened her mouth to speak: the faintest squeak came out.



I laughed.



"Why are you laughing at me?!" she screamed.



"Did you overload again?"



"N-no! No! No! I didn't!" She feverishly looked away from me. "I..." Her voice faded. She clenched her teeth, clearly struggling with whatever she wanted to say next. I laced our fingers together... My patience wore thin.



I leaned down to kiss her once more. She gave an uncharacteristically dainty moan as if it were forced out of her. She brushed her body up against me.



Then she squirmed. She pulled her muzzle away from me, then screamed: "Let go of me!"



Before I could even comply with her request, she pushed me and flipped me back onto the other side of the bed. She sat against me instead, her hands pinning me by the shoulders and her hips squished against mine. I paid close attention to her body. I found myself imagining what was under her dress. I never saw it before. I wanted to. I enjoyed her anger, her frustration, her infatuation... She struggled with all of those feelings and more as she stared down at me, her breaths both heavy and shaky.



Her crotch slid against mine, causing her anger to instantly fade. Her ears flattened and her gaze slipped away from me. "Hooh... Why does that feel so..." She didn't complete her sentence.



Impulse took me over. I grabbed her by the hips and pressed our crotches together more, then grinded against her. Her ears shot back up-- she yelped from surprise.



"M-Metal!" she yelled again, though this time her shout was more like a plea than any expression of anger. She grappled onto me and quietly moved her hips with me. The friction gave her a similar pleasure. She panted in relief, her gaze unfocused again as she put all her attention on her movement. "I'm a mess...!"



"I like it," I said, pleased. "You're very beautiful."



"S...Stop talking like that!" she weakly replied.



"Why?"



"B-because...!" She let out another frustrated sigh. "You're going to be so smug after all of this, aren't you?"



"Yes," I proudly replied. "My wonderful Rosy... You can hardly keep yourself composed. You're melting on top of me," I replied, releasing one of my hands to grace her chin. "Show me more about this side of you."



She bit her bottom lip, then grabbed my hand by her face. She lifted herself just enough for her to stick my hand down her underwear again. She buried herself against me, legs folded and her lower torso tilted up towards the air.



Her request was clear. I brought my claws back inside her; she was just as wet, maybe even more. She sucked in an eager breath as I carefully explored her, then rocked and twitched her hips whenever I touched a place she particularly liked. I honed in on her most sensitive areas and watched in awe as she angled herself to better feel me.



"Aaaah, I've never been so horny," she muttered under her breath. I wasn't sure she even thought I heard that. She let out more desperate sounds, another excited moan-- her entire body violently shook.



I didn't need to touch her nearly as long this time. She overloaded again, expression full of bliss. I moved against her more; she screamed out, eyes rolling back.



"S-s-stop! Stop!" she panted.



I removed my hand. I worried I hurt her.



"Oh my God," she groaned in a high-pitched tone. "Hohh..." She trembled again, pressing herself against me once more.



"Are you okay?" I asked.



"J-just sensitive... Really intense feeling after I climaxed," she panted again. "I need to calm down...!"



Her hips slowly descended back down to rest against me. I wrapped my arms around her and flipped us to our sides instead. I stroked through her quills... Then I heard her tail's rapid thumping against the bed.



"I love you...!"



"I love you too, my Rosy. How do you feel?"



"I feel amazing," she softly sighed against me. "You really did that, huh..."



... I was curious. "Have you desired me before today, then?"



"Maybe..." Her voice was weak and shy again, further muffled by her face pressed under my head.



I thought for a while more. "Have you felt that way before our feelings reciprocated?"



"... Okay, there was maybe one time I had a dream about it. But that's it!"



...



Amy's declaration meant that, even when she believed the Hedgehog was her greatest love, she still imagined me. I was very happy.



"I wish I could say the same for you," I replied. "I don't know very much... I never thought I would be able to give you feelings of pleasure, so it truthfully never crossed my mind. I didn't even know we could kiss..." I held her closer to me. "After we did kiss, it was all I thought about."



"We're both learning, then," she softly replied. "... A-are... Are you going to think about this?"



"Constantly."



She didn't say anything more... But then I heard that same rhythm of patting against the bed. That was as proper a reply as any.