Amy's letter ignited my heart. Her photo ignited everything else. I could not explain why it affected me in such a way... Of course she was beautiful. She was beautiful in everything.



Shortly before my upgrade, I got to see her in what she called a bra. Very alluring. The stockings she wore squeezed her squishy organic legs. I wanted to squeeze her more.



The photo was like that but more. The dress was partially see-through except for what covered her breasts-- not that it covered much. Stockings, lacy, somehow even tighter. I wanted to rip it off of her, dig into her, be inside her.



Inside. I wanted to be inside, yet I was also angry at the same time. She gave me the photo to mess with me. Such actions would not go unpunished.



She had the audacity to ask me if I liked the photo. Like?! I would show her like. I walked into her home while in my disguise and dragged her inside with me after she answered the door.



I didn't even think to return to my true form yet. I hungered for her touch. I kissed her in my disguise, felt her tongue with mine. I loved her taste. More...



She let out a breath-filled laugh when our mouths parted. "Metal--"



I kissed her again. More. I held her body tightly against me. Soft... I pushed her down onto the couch in her living room and held her there. I returned to my true form then, pleased as I surrounded her. Only one of my legs could fit on the couch as I held her against it. I did not care.



I kissed her again. While our muzzles were together, I felt up her dress and rubbed her crotch. She had normal underwear on. She let out a delightful sound as if she did not expect me to feel her.



"You increased my desire on purpose," I growled. "So you will relieve me as a result."



She blushed heavily under me and shifted her legs to take my hand with more efficiency. "Oh no, how terrible~"



She did not take me seriously. This would be her greatest regret. I needed to be inside her with my preferred anatomy, but I could not enter her so abruptly.



I muffled her voice with my muzzle against hers. She made her cute little sounds, dramatically increasing in pitch as I stimulated her with my hand. I felt her tremble. Good.



I moved my hand beneath the cotton barrier that separated us. She was already wet. Her body ached for what I gave her.



I moved vigorously and without slowing down my pace. I wanted her to rupture with pleasure, to see the expression that only I could make her do. I wanted her to crumble beneath me. I wanted to see Amy Rose lose.



I used my hand forcefully enough that her whole body bounced with each push. Her amusement quickly faded into a heated daze. "A-are you trying to get me to come alrea--"



I silenced her with another kiss. I pressed against her, kneading my knuckles into her sensitive flesh. She groaned against me, helplessly grappled onto me.



Inside. I moved my hand and instead pulled her underwear down to her ankles. I pinned one of her legs to the side of the couch with my own, then held her wrists with a single hand. I pushed her dress up completely. I wanted to see her body.



As I watched her, I brought out my sexual anatomy. Even a simple touch activated my senses. How wonderful it was to have senses at all...



I couldn't resist any longer. I entered her... Divine. By the look on her face, she did not expect it.



"Whoa! Metal!" She gasped, wiggling her arms like they had a chance of being free. She was mine...



Mine. Her insides felt even better than our last coupling. I moved to what pleasured me, which in turn pleasured her. She unraveled more with each received thrust. More. More.



I could hardly comprehend such a sensation even after experiencing it already... I felt good. Better. The best. I recalled what Amy said. She knew I was perfect. I had a physical reaction to my thoughts and allowed the stimulation to guide me. Each thrust sent a signal to my systems, processed them into pleasure, sent my body a directive: do it again. Feel. I felt on an entirely different level.



I risked being taken over by the feeling. I was still new to feeling at all, a sensation I got used to as we continued our coupling before, but starting again functioned like a soft reset. I controlled my impulses and dampened my own capacity to feel pleasure so that I could last without overloading. I would surrender myself to pleasure after making her do the same… Perhaps repeatedly. The image of her squirming under me made me almost more excited than the direct sensation.



"Try your best," Amy challenged. A threat in her tone that would not be realized. She clenched her teeth to battle the ecstasy I brought her.



Delightful. I tightened my hold on her wrists. Her face had turned a deep red and she narrowed her eyes as if to concentrate. I already experienced incredible relief from her attempts to fight back an inevitability.



She bit her lip to stifle a moan, instead letting out a heavy breath through her nose. Even while lessening my sensitivity, she made me feel more. I allowed myself to enjoy the sensation. I used my free hand to pull her body closer to me. I felt her heat under me and mix with my own. More. I savored her insides with my anatomy.



"Metal…~! Slow down~!" she cried out in an immensely sweet voice. She did it on purpose. For the moment, though, I didn't care and neither did my body. I impulsively brought back my default tolerance for pleasure and nearly got overwhelmed from my movements against her… But I was desperate for more. I needed to become a part of her. "I'm gonna come~!" she cried out.



"Nnnh…" I loved her voice. So pleasant, uncharacteristically vulnerable for her. I knew it was fake in the moment. She knew I intended to make her come first, but she foolishly wanted me to do the same. Her sweet voice was a form of battle, which made the whole prospect of an unexpected tone incredibly arousing. "Then do it," I growled.



"I will! I will! You're too strong~!"



She acknowledged facts about me… I was strong and my power only increased alongside my knowledge. Her recognition brought me great pleasure…~



… No! I had to remember her scheme. I forgot in an instant. Her words, deceptively sweet.



I lowered my sensitivity again and slowed my pace into her perfect form. She trembled under me; the unexpected pacing messed with her more. I kissed her. Oh, she was beautiful. She moaned out when I made a more powerful thrust and attempted to adjust herself to take more of it. She struggled to move her wrists.



… She did not yet climax. I wondered how she held it back since I moved in a way that should have overloaded her. I studied her closely.



"I know you are just barely holding it together," I said. "Release."



"You first!" she snapped.



I growled and pressed my head to hers. "I will not reward you unless you give in to me!"



"I was gonna say the same--!!" she gasped as I crashed our muzzles together once more.



I craved her far too much. Feelings of pleasure increased even when I tried to control it. Her breaths got heavier. She had been nearly at her limit for a while, and finally, I was about to break through.



I pounded her with impressive force. My systems reported further action could stun me. Exciting. I embraced the increasing heat and further adjusted my body to feel them. It was a building error that I did not want to correct. I wanted more. Overload... I wanted to overload.



Her mouth dropped open and she arched her brows-- she sucked in a deep gasp. Her entire body responded with it. Her insides constricted my anatomy--



Overheating error! Error. Expel… I could not move. My mass injected into her, occupied her, completely filled her… Expel more… More. More.



She gasped again. She looked as if she were screaming, but not a sound came out. Eventually, she groaned, arched her back… She was still constricting me in immensely pleasurable waves. She continued to struggle with her wrists.



Her face had never been more red. She enjoyed my anatomy, she enjoyed my mass… I was perfect.



Her body finally relaxed and she sighed. I let go of her wrists, causing her to go completely limp. I still admired and loved her, though the indescribable hunger had been sated. I took in her sight well. She was also perfect. Only someone so perfect could be my true love.



I moved myself out; white trailed out of her, causing her to shiver. She let out another soft groan.



"Ungh…~ I should send you more photos."



I clearly would not tell her to do so because it would encourage her insolence, however, her photo was incredibly alluring. She was even more alluring in-person. She reached out for me and watched me with pleading eyes, all but asking me to approach her.



I removed my sexual anatomy and wrapped both of my arms around her. Her warmth, intoxicating on its own… She softly kissed me repeatedly, trailing past my cheeks. I adjusted myself and buried my head partially into her quills… Her scent was even more intoxicating. I made my nose softer as to not poke her. I wanted to feel her as closely as possible.



She giggled as I moved myself closer. Her hands felt down my sides, then one of them played with the studs on my belt. She continued lowering her embrace; she graced my front, then ran her hand down my lower torso.



Her ears flattened. "You put it away?!"



"What? Oh." She referred to my sexual anatomy. "You successfully relieved me, so our coupling completed. The extra anatomy is no longer necessary."



"I can enjoy it afterwards! For a minute!" she whined. "… But I do like you here…" She sighed softly again, riding her hand back up. Her other hand thoroughly gripped the back of my lower torso. "… Are you uncomfortable?" she asked. "There's not a lot of room…"



"I am a machine."



"I'm a hedgehog. That wasn't my question!"



Amy amused me. I loved her… "I am very comfortable with you, my Rosy."



"Hmph… Still!" Amy gently pushed me so that I would get off of her, then fixed her clothes. "Be right back, cutie."



She went towards the bathroom… I decided I would wait for her. I adjusted my position on the couch to not worry her, instead resting on my side and my back. My whole form could fit on the couch that way. I reached for the television remote on her coffee table and turned it on.



Amy returned a few minutes later and in a much cleaner state than when she left. She climbed onto me and snuggled herself against me. I saw her tail rapidly wagging. Happy… I was happy.



We stayed there with each other for a while longer, enjoying one another's warmth.