Sufficient Energy

Amy woke up. There was sand in her eyes, sand in her teeth, sand somehow in her gloves and boots… She coughed as she regained her bearings. Her throat felt sore and coarse, her dress was totally ripped, and to top it all off, she had lost her favorite headband. Cold water drenched the tips of her boots. She looked behind her and saw a vast ocean with a blindingly bright sky…



Where did she end up? She groaned and staggered up to her feet. With a grimace, she tried to walk off her limp as she wandered off the beach.



She noticed a pillar of smoke rising from a forest inland… From the smoke's size and spread, it couldn't have been too far. Amy saw a line of broken and scorched trees the further she walked. There weren't any other points of interest she could see, so… She took the risk.



The line of trees led to a long mark in the ground, which finally led to—



"A-Amy Ro-ose." A glitched, tired voice came from Neo Metal Sonic, whose armor was completely battered, cracked, and broken. His red irises kept blinking in and out, struggling to stay active and focused. A spark shot out of one of his arm joints, while his legs were, uh… They were not there. He leaned against a tree, the ground below him disturbed, like he had to shuffle himself up.



Amy stared at him, shocked. She snapped out of her thoughts only when he spoke again:



"You are ali-ive."



Some of her memories came back. She and her friends fought Eggman to stop another scheme! There was an intense air chase to take down one of Eggman's massive airships; while Sonic and Knuckles navigated through the ship's corridors, Tails and Amy flew on the Tornado, dodging Eggman's arsenal of energy bullets until Metal arrived to make their day worse.



Amy leapt off of the Tornado to thwack Metal with her Piko Piko Hammer. As expected, his speed and power made facing him alone that much more difficult— not that Amy cared. She and Tails did what they could to keep Metal from getting into the ship and interfering with Sonic and Knuckles.



Amy and Metal struck one another— she heard an ear-piercingly loud boom, then immediately blacked out.



Somehow, they ended up here. Whatever else happened, she had no idea… But it certainly took Metal through the wringer. She looked at him again, noticing that his turbine had actually been completely ripped open. His head was missing some of its paint and followed the shape of his 'skull'— a partial repair, maybe?



Well… She couldn't feel sorry for him! Amy's eyes went aflame as she glared at Metal: "So much for your ultimate form, huh?! Why haven't you fixed yourself and flown off already?" she scoffed. "Are you trying some new psychological tactic?"



"No. My core was da-amaged. Regen-neration ta-akes too much power. Power… low. Communi-" His voice glitched out. "Can't fix… alone." His eyes trained themselves on her.



She clicked her tongue. "You want me to fix you?!"



"Yo-ou need me."



"Yeah, right! I'll find a way to call for help and—"



"I need… you."



Amy stared, wide-eyed. A long moment of silence lingered between them. "… It's that bad, huh?"



"Help and I wi-ill… return with you. Unha-armed… no hh-hostage." One of Metal's eyes blinked off, then back on, slightly less bright than before.



Amy's shoulders fell. She crossed her arms and frowned, looking off to the side as she thought. "Look, I know if I fix you, you'll just abandon me here. But… I'll look for a way off, then we'll tell Eggman to come get you. Alright?"



"You will n-not find aa-anything." A brief pause. "No one wi-ill f-find us. Not on map."



His eyes blinked white and beamed a hologram of their location. There was a yellow pointer in a sea of blue… Nothing for an untold number of miles. The map faded and Metal's eyes went back to their usual red.



"Communica-ation… broken. A-Amy… Rose." Another spark flew out.



She bit her lower lip as she thought more about their circumstances. "So, what happened? Why are you so busted up?"



"Si-ide of ship exploded. Debris. I-immediate… core damage. I saved… you. Took most of th-the bla-ast. You owe me."



She blinked. "… Prove it!"



"Ocean… ev-everywhere. Could not… fly up. Carried clo-ose… to land. Your breaths… prove m-my success." One of his eyes blinked off, then stayed off. "Amy Rose."



She did remember the chase took place in the middle of nowhere, and it wasn't like he flew across the world after the fight… Maybe he was telling the truth. The way he crashed onto the island and only managed enough energy to sit himself up against a tree told quite the story. "Do you know what happened to Tails?" Amy asked. "To everyone else on the ship?"



"Left… Wi-ithout us. West. Cannot ping location."



"West…?" Amy lifted her head up towards the sky. The sun was lower on the horizon, bound to set soon. "How long have we been here?" she asked.



"Sss-same day. Nine hours."



Nine hours and they haven't been found…? Hopefully the fight had ended in her friends' favor, and they were searching around the area for wherever they might have landed. Still, Metal had a point… Amy pursed her lips in thought. Eventually, she turned back towards Metal: "Let me… look around first."



"Wa-ake me when you real-lize… You ne-ed me. E-entering standby." Both of his eyes blinked off.



Amy watched him for a while. With a sigh, she walked past him and deeper into the forest. Nothing much around… She didn't have to walk too far to get to the other end of the island, where another beach showed her the endless expanse of the sea.



There really was nothing. She couldn't even find her Piko Piko Hammer, which—



Amy took a deep breath. "Get your priorities straight, girl," she whispered to herself. "You can't fly, there's nothing around, and you could wait for rescue, but how long will that take?"



She turned her head to face the innermost section of the island. There was that pillar of smoke again… She went back into the forest, checked surrounding plants and gauged for any territorial animals. Hmm… There were some fruit trees she could forage after her leg healed some more.



Her path instinctively brought her back to Metal. He hadn't moved an inch, and it was starting to get dark and cold…



"Hey!" Amy called.



No response.



She frowned again and walked closer. She gently tapped his head—



"Eek…!" She slightly jumped when his eyes turned back on.



"Amy Ro-ose." His way of greeting, she supposed.



Amy tightened her lips and took a few seconds to get her next words out: "Hey, uh… I can admit when I'm stuck…" She sighed. "You were right. There's really nothing around here, and even if my friends knew where I was, there's no telling how long their arrival could take. So… Against my better judgment, I'm going to trust you."



"A corr-rect choice."



Amy rolled her eyes. "Okay, so how can I fix you exactly? Are you so confident I can?"



"Transfer… power. Gennn—" His voice glitched out again. "Generate enn-nergy."



She blinked. "Huh? How?"



"In battle, you use…" His voice deepened. "P-power… of…" Each word came out slower than the last. His other eye blinked off again, and the one still working started to fade.



"S-say it! Quickly!" she exclaimed, placing a hand under his muzzle. "Power of what?!" She thought for a second, then her eyes widened. "You mean… l-love? Is that what you're getting at?"



"L-lo…vvv-ve."



Her cheeks reddened. "H-how is that going to give you energy?! A-and how would I…"



He couldn't respond. His eye nearly turned off completely; Amy could hear his inner workings get quieter and quieter.



…



"Screw it!" She leaned in, angled her head… She closed her eyes and gently pressed her lips to his cold muzzle.



Zrrt! Amy felt a small shock. When she moved back and opened her eyes, Metal's eyes were brighter again. He watched her, then flicked his gaze back to her mouth.



She blushed more, then leaned in to kiss him again.



Zrrt! Tingly… It felt kinda… good? Amy sighed into her next kiss, relaxing herself without even realizing. She caressed the side of his head; his body began to warm up against her and his inner workings increased in volume.



Pop! Another spark flew out. Amy backed away, suddenly hesitating.



"Kiss me again," Metal said. His voice wobbled, yet he sounded much clearer than before.



"It's actually… working?" Amy blinked. "You do seem better…"



"Still a long way… to go." One of his arms slightly trembled, then stopped. "Need… more."



Amy scritched one of her cheeks. "D-don't tell anyone about this…" She gently kissed him as requested.



She eventually adjusted herself to kiss him in a more comfortable position. Her chest pressed against his and her legs straddled over his sides. She'd be in his lap if he had legs. She kissed him again, again… Her tail started to wag.



She felt his hand on the back of her head. His claws threaded through her quills… And his other arm wrapped around her waist. He tugged her closer, all but asking her to continue.



"It feels nice," she murmured. "There are worse ways to get recharged, I imagine…"



He moved his head enough to kiss her back. She squeaked, then grabbed onto his quills. She relaxed again… Relaxed too much! She moved her head away with an intense blush.



"This is just to help! I don't— mmf…!" Amy got interrupted by another kiss from Metal. Her tail rapidly wagged and her ears flattened as she kissed him back, much more eager.



Metal's eyes were closed too, this time by choice. "Amy Rose…" His voice was soft, gentle. Amy never heard him speak that way before. "I feel your love."



"In general!" she exclaimed, her face a solid red. "Love in general!"



"No. For me…" He kissed her again, which she folded towards far easier than she thought she would. "Do I fulfill a fantasy of yours?"



"D-don't flatter yourself!" Amy yelled again. "No! I never imagined making out with you on a deserted island!" She pushed herself away from him and noticed the casing of his turbine; he repaired the giant gash, though she wasn't sure the turbine was fixed at all.



He gently pulled her back in. Both his hands slid down her body and rested right at her hips. "In another location, perhaps?"



She stared in shock; her face hadn't lightened a single shade. Notably, she didn't even attempt to leave his hold.



"Even your presence here gives me more energy. Your love, surrounding you." The way he stared at her made her heart skip a beat. She didn't know what to… to—



"You're imagining things!" she huffed. "A-are we done? Can you fix yourself now?" She shyly looked away and attempted to fix her messy quills.



"Critical functions have been stabilized… I am not in immediate danger of shutting down so long as I manage my speed of repair. Fixing all my systems will take several hours. I am still diagnosing my power regeneration failure, among other errors."



Amy sighed. "Okay…" She leaned against him, then immediately sat upright the second she noticed. She scrambled out of his hold. "Y-you don't need me to kiss you, then! That's what I'm hearing!" she stammered.



"At the moment, no. But it would speed up my diagnoses," he explained. "It would also please me."



"Please yourself!" Amy groaned and fidgeted. "W-we can wait! It's… It's getting late, and… Flying at night is a bad idea. If I'm gonna stay overnight while you fix yourself, I need to prepare!"



"Prepare what?"



She already stomped away. Her face felt like it was on fire and she did her very best to not ponder why. The forest darkened around her; she hastily grabbed some loose branches on the ground and searched for any huge leaves for her overnight stay. With both of her arms full, she stared at the dark sky and squinted for the pillar of smoke. There was nothing.



Ugh… She started to feel the pressure of her sore leg. She walked back where she came from, hoping to find where she left Metal. Why did she care, anyway?! She didn't have to camp near Metal! He was fixing himself; he'd be fine!



'Do I fulfill a fantasy of yours?' he asked before. He was always such an egotistical jerk, especially as Neo! Amy only got into the moment because kissing felt good… That was all!



Everyone had dreams they didn't want to have, right? When Metal first revealed himself as Neo Metal Sonic, his presentation was supposed to be attention-grabbing. Everyone thought he was hot, so Amy wasn't weird for thinking that! Of course her brain would naturally make a scenario that took advantage of—



Oh, God. She couldn't even use Neo as an excuse. She remembered other dreams about Metal in his base form. She remembered events that actually happened amd how they made her feel so… excited. Even in their last fight, she couldn't deny her feelings in the moment. Fighting Metal at all was exhilarating. Of course she wouldn't take him down in one hit, but she tried, and he took her seriously. She liked that he did… She liked that he didn't hold back.



Even as he was recharging there, weaker than he'd ever been, his grip against her was firm. She wondered what it'd be like to—



Amy would have slapped herself if her arms weren't full. She clenched her teeth and rapidly shook her head. Stop it, Amy! Stop thinking about it!



Her brief intervention made her bump into a tree. "Ah, dammit," she mumbled under her breath. She moved aside, readjusted herself, and kept moving on. She saw a small clearing and softly red glowing light… She went towards it.



The red light was from Metal's eyes like she'd guessed. He sat there against the tree, still unmoving, yet he did look a lot better. His head looked as good as new… Still no legs, though; his bottom half had been completely obscured by his tattered waist cape. His eyes locked onto Amy as soon as she walked into view.



She huffed and threw down the branches first, then the giant leaves after. She made a pile with the branches and bordered them with rocks. She salvaged some smaller leaves and twigs nearby, but there were still some kinds of rocks she needed…



"What are you doing?" Metal asked.



"I'm making a fire so I don't freeze to death," she huffed. "I just… I need to find the right kind of rocks to start it up."



He glanced at her, then watched the pile she made. The middle of his turbine began to faintly glow pink…



He blasted the pile with a thin laser beam; his eyes briefly fizzled out before returning to normal. The pile didn't seem to have anything at first, but then a burnt smell filled the air, followed by small, orange glow. Metal slightly hung his head.



Amy jerked her head towards the campfire, then hurried over to better feed the flame. A decent-sized campfire crackled to life. The area around them glowed with that same orange… Amy redirected her attention to Metal.



She walked over to him and knelt down.



Zrrt! She kissed him. Her lips stayed on his muzzle for a few seconds, then just as slowly parted. They looked at each other; the light of his eyes reflected off of hers.



… She cleared her throat and briefly looked away. "Um…" She breathed out.



Zrrt! That kiss was more of a peck.



"That probably took more power. So…!" She feverishly turned her head away and stood up—



Metal grabbed one of her arms and gently tugged her back down. "One more should suffice," he purred.



She scowled at him, though her blush and tail told a completely different story. She let herself lean against him, then gave him another slow kiss. She put one of her hands on his, leaned in chest-to-chest, slightly opened her mouth and tasted his metallic muzzle. The sensation was weird, but… She didn't hate it. Why didn't she hate it?



As soon as she got caught up in the moment, she pulled herself away. She panted out some hot air. "Are you tricking me?!" she yelled.



His pupils narrowed as he stared at her.



"W-was the love thing a lie so you could just have me kiss you?!"



His pupils widened again. "Not a trick," he replied, calm. "I can gather energy from everything around me, convert it to power. It's normally very simple and quick; in concept, I am unstoppable. I made myself too vulnerable in the explosion. I don't know why this function is offline… Still diagnosing. Until then, I need to convert energy in a more direct way. You are the best available source."



She shyly looked away, her tail wagging while in thought. His explanation kind of made sense… But being powered by love was way too cute of a concept for him! Someone so menacing and— and pointy could be powered by love?! "There's really… nothing better?" she muttered.



"Your energy is both boundless, and…" He tilted his head and examined all that he could see of her. "Intoxicating, Amy Rose."



She briefly shivered with excitement. "Y-y-you got enough of it!" she weakly retorted. She scrambled away from him and went to make a bed with the giant leaves she gathered. Their conversation lulled as she focused on her bed, which she built close enough to the fire.



Metal stared at the way Amy walked. She finally sat down on her makeshift bed and pulled off her boots. She winced as she touched one of her legs and attempted to massage it.



"Ugh…" She felt very sore. Hopefully nothing got broken…



Metal carefully clawed the ground and slid his way over to her. Amy turned her head, eyes wide as he approached.



"Hey! I didn't invite you over here," she mumbled with a reddened face.



"Your leg is injured." He reached for her leg; she slapped his hand.



"Yeah, so don't touch it!"



He squinted his irises at her. "You are incredibly stubborn. Let me scan."



"Scan without touching me."



Metal rolled his eyes, then stared more at her leg. "… You only got away with a sprain. Kiss me."



Her eyes shot wide open. "What—!!" She gasped as he pressed his muzzle to hers instead. She nearly fell back, desperately grabbing onto his quills for balance.



He pushed her down with his head and chest anyway. He cradled her head with one of his hands, then reached for her leg with the other. Amy felt his grip tighten around her leg. Before she could protest, he kissed her again.



He let go of her leg, then sat up. Amy immediately put her tongue away. "Uh…" She cleared her throat and sat up. "What did you— oh!"



Her leg had a splint on it, thin but incredibly sturdy. There was even a cushion for her… The material reminded her of… Huh. She glanced at his torso to see a good chunk of his waist cape was missing. Her cheeks reddened.



"Regenerating new material takes a lot of power… It's better spent on repair. I will return to my pristine glory soon," Metal explained.



"You… made a splint? For me?" Amy muttered.



"Yes, that is what's on your leg."



"Rhetorical!" she yelled. "I'm just… surprised…!"



"Why?"



She lightly shoved him. "Because…!" She bashfully looked away. She opened her mouth as if to speak, though she was quiet for what had to be an entire minute. Eventually, she sighed: "Metal, I wanna know… Am I fulfilling a fantasy of yours?"



"Yes," he replied without hesitation.



Her ears shot up. She refused to look at him, instead balling her hands into her lap.



He slowly lifted her head by the chin as he stared at her. "I have wanted the love of Amy Rose for a while. For her to look at me a certain way."



Amy couldn't help but meet his gaze.



"Like that."



"It's… It's not fair. Why are you making my heart pound?" she muttered. "Why you?"



"Is it bad that it's me?"



"No…" She blushed more. "It's… weird. It's exciting. But… I don't think it would ever be bad. Maybe it's a fantasy of mine too," she muttered. "I just…"



Metal gently let go of her. "What is it?" he asked, his voice soft.



"What if…" She slightly looked away again. Her eyes moistened; she wiped her eyes before anything could fall. "What if the fantasy ends? When it's time to go."



"Do you want it to?"



She shook her head. "No… But—"



"Then it won't."



Amy's eyes widened. "Metal…" She warmly smiled at him.



For the first time, Metal looked away instead. "… Do not say my name like that."



"… What?! Why not?!"



"I'll malfunction."



Her expression softened again and her tail wildly wagged. "Aw…! Metal!"



"Do not say my name like that!" he repeated, more desperate.



She laughed and playfully clung to him. "It's fine! I'll kiss you better," she teased, giving him a loving smooch on the cheek. She carefully positioned herself over his torso to kiss him more, her tail still going a mile a minute.



He let himself fall back so Amy could climb onto him and pepper him with more affection. She covered him with kisses and gently fawned over him as they lay together in front of the campfire. She stopped only with a yawn, then tiredly settled against his chest. Metal supported her with his arms, careful to keep her the perfect distance away from the fire. What the fire didn't warm, he warmed instead.



Metal focused on his repairs through the rest of the night.





Amy woke up. There was warmth in her cheeks, warmth in her chest… warmth somehow in her legs. She sighed as she righted herself to figure out where she was.



The nearby campfire smouldered after a night of keeping Amy warm. She lay on a thin, makeshift bed of leaves… And…



She looked around. Where was Metal?



"… Metal?" she called.



…



There was a rustling nearby. Amy lifted her head, tail slightly wagging. "Metal?" she called again, more eager.



Squeak, squeak! An island critter came skittering out from some bushes, then clawed its way up a tree. Amy's ears fell.



"Amy."



Amy nearly leapt out of her skin! She turned around and tightly clutched her chest— "Geez! How could I not hear you?!"



She craned her head up to see Metal towering over her. Though his waist cape became more like a waist cloak, his height definitely told her that his legs were back. He held some different items in both hands.



He sat on his knees beside her. "Because I am excellent at stealth." He offered her a plethora of tropical fruits. "Food for you."



Her stomach growled as soon as she saw the fruit; she was too distracted to reply to his ego. "Thank you! Wow, you got a lot."



"… For a reason," he admitted, averting his eyes.



"Huh?"



"Enjoy your food first."



Her tail wagged; no complaints from her. She chomped into a juicy red fruit, then took a minute to admire Metal's clean and rebuilt appearance. Looked like nothing was wrong with him at all! He really did sound quiet, though… Like, much more quiet than he should have been.



She narrowed her eyes at his turbine. "Wait…" She swallowed what was in her mouth. "Is your turbine still off?"



"Yes," he replied. "Full flight requires my unique method of generating power. I have diagnosed the problem and I can fix it… Thanks to you, I was able to fix just about everything, even though it took time."



Zrrt! Amy eagerly leaned in and smooched him again. She giggled and wiped a smudge of juice off his face before returning to her meal.



Metal patted her head, then let his hand slide back through her quills. "I need a burst of energy to restart the needed functions, which will then force my power to cycle automatically." As he slowly moved his hand away, Amy rubbed the side of her face against his palm.



She had a light, pleasant blush on her cheeks. "Okay! I'll help you," she beamed.



Metal averted his eyes again. "I acknowledge your enthusiasm. As powerful as a kiss of yours is, Amy Rose, I do not think it's sufficient energy."



"Hm?" One of her ears twitched. She finished off one fruit, then moved to the next with wild abandon. "Do you still need my help?"



"Yes…"



"Okay… Then what do I do?" she asked, raising a brow.



He stared at her for a while more. "… I have a theory on what may give enough energy, which also requires you to be healthy."



"You're being weirdly avoidant," she mumbled. She took another bite out of a fruit. "What do you need from me that's stronger than a ki—" She spit out what was in her mouth and gawked at Metal. Her face turned bright red.



"I believe you have the same theory," he replied.



"D-d-do we?! Am I understanding you right?!" She tried— and failed— to hush her incredibly frantic voice.



"If your idea is about having sexual intercourse, then yes."



Amy looked like she was going to malfunction. She put down her food and covered her still reddening face with both of her hands. "Already?!" she squeaked out.



"I won't force you. It will take time to parse alternate solutions, though."



"I-i-it's just!" She dropped her hands. "We haven't even gone on a real date! A-and… And I'm disgusting, I haven't taken a bath! There's n-nowhere private, and…!" She covered her face again.



"Most of your statements are true," he replied. He took her hands and gently lowered them. "But you are not disgusting."



She wagged her tail while shyly looking away. "Well, still… I don't want my first time to be because of— of survival! I want it to be special… When my quills are all cute, and, like, I get carried to my bedroom because my feet got tired, and oh, look at that, my scented candles are lit, perfect lighting for the expensive bra I bought specifically for this date…"



Metal tilted his head as he watched her. "Sexual intercourse is the best method for us to leave this island; every other solution requires a lot of time or a lot of chance. Regardless of efficiency, if you want to test this theory…" He leaned in. "It will be special. I would never forget a single second with you, Amy Rose."



She let out a breath and most of her spirit went out with it. The poor thing looked like she was about to pass out from heat exhaustion.



"… Are you feeling well?"



"Can… Can I think about it? Please?" she quietly asked. "A-about the…"



He gave a single nod. "I will consider other methods in the meantime." He let go of her, then walked over to the tree he propped himself up against before. He lay completely on his side, propped his head up with one of his arms, then folded one of his legs. The cloak slid off of his legs and covered his lower torso instead. "If you wish to contact me, simply call my name. Conserving power." His eyes blinked off.



Amy stared at him from a distance. She…



She couldn't believe him! It was only last night that she even truly considered they could be romantic with one another, and then he proposed sex the next morning?! Logical or not, that was crazy!



Steam practically rose off her head. She voraciously tore into the other fruit given to her in hopes of calming herself down. It… didn't really work, but at least she wasn't hungry anymore. She sighed and looked over herself. What a mess! One of her legs was in a splint, her dress was totally ruined, and she didn't even want to think about her quills.



But… Metal didn't seem to care. N-not that he would… For him, it was to recharge. They had some romance, sure, but sex was purely business… maybe? Amy felt confused. She hugged her knees and planted her face against her legs with a whine.



'I have wanted the love of Amy Rose for a while.' His words didn't come across as deceitful, so… Did he really want her love for that long?



Metal was hard to figure out, but… It was true that he was mostly damaged while she hardly took a hit, so maybe he really did protect her on purpose. When he gained more maneuverability from her kissing, he held her for more. He kissed her back when he didn't need to. He… He started the campfire, even when he was so low on energy.



Sex was a practical solution, but undoubtedly, Metal was also in love. So… What about her?



Her face reddened.



…



"Metal!" she yelled.



His eyes blinked back on and focused on her. "Amy Rose," he said in greeting. "You finished thinking about my proposal so soon?"



"I-I have some questions first, and… I'll decide if I approve!" she called, firmly crossing her arms.



Metal shifted up from his position and brought himself to his feet. He walked over to her, then sat himself beside her. Amy grabbed her tail from behind to keep it from moving.



"First: i-if… If there were multiple options, for uh, who you could have sex with for power purposes, who would you…" Her voice faded, her cheeks reddening more. "I-I'm mostly asking, if… if it matters that it's me."



Metal watched her for a moment, his inner workings very quietly clicking and whirring as he figured out her question. "You would still be my choice, Amy Rose."



"What if it wasn't a power situation…?"



Metal briefly averted his eyes. "Are you asking about sex for enjoyment?"



"… Yes?"



His eyes flicked back to look at her. "Still you."



Amy blushed more. "A-are you just saying that?"



"I don't just say things," Metal sneered. "Do not insult me."



Another long moment lingered between them. Amy smiled to herself, then quickly tried hiding it away. "So… Have you imagined us… before?" she quietly asked.



"Yes. Have you?"



"Next question," Amy mumbled under her breath. "Um…! Even if I said yes, how would we do it anyway?!"



"I can change my form, Amy Rose. I can do literally anything…" He narrowed his eyes, glaring at nothing in particular. "… In concept. Because of my power limitation at the moment, I can't change my form in a drastic way. Regenerating my legs took many hours…" He glanced at her again. "In anticipating this scenario and knowing my current state of regeneration, I gave myself a penetrator overnight."



Metal opened his cloak to show off his lower torso. Amy's eyes nearly bulged out of her head— Metal had a dick! It was the same dark blue as the rest of his body and had a white pattern, bringing attention to its darker head. She expected a robot would have something a lot more rigid, but it looked fun— no!! Fun shouldn't have been her first thought!



The dick certainly became more rigid the longer Amy stared. Amy slightly opened her legs without even thinking about it.



"Metal! Are you—" She covered her face, blushing even more. "Are you seriously getting hard?!"



"Your reaction has me aroused."



"P-put it away!" Amy squeaked. There was hardly any fight in her voice.



Metal let the cloth fall back over him. Though covered, a prominent lump told Amy right where it was. She could hardly keep her eyes off of it, which only made it more noticeable.



He lifted her chin so that they made eye contact. Even without a mouth, Metal looked so smug.



"Clearly, you approve. There is no need to delay, then."



"W-w-wait! We can't just… start!" Amy exclaimed. "It's… Y-you… You have to get me in the mood!"



"How do I do that?" he asked.



She stared at him and thought her own face would melt off. She didn't want to tell him she was already excited. "Make me feel cute, and… safe, and make me forget we're sitting on a bed of leaves."



He thought for a brief moment, then clipped off all the cloth below his belt; Amy almost shamelessly dropped her head to stare at his newfound anatomy again. He spread the cloth behind Amy, then picked her up to put her against it.



"Eek!" Amy fell back as he abruptly pulled his old robe down to cover the rest of the leaf bed.



He crawled over her; his arms obstructed her view from the sides, while he cast a shadow over her from how much bigger he was in comparison. Amy's eyes kept flicking down to check his crotch, just as erect as it was before. She audibly gulped.



Metal leaned down and gently touched their foreheads together. He closed his eyes. "Amy Rose. If you do not wish to be here, then we will go somewhere else. Where was I in your fantasy?"



"… You, uh… Snuck into my bedroom through my window," she muttered.



"I finally had enough distance from you. I could no longer resist." He graced her cheek with one of his claws. "Were you waiting for me?"



She closed her eyes and attempted to settle her nerves. "I was waiting for you for a while… I was kinda pissed you took so long."



"An error I must rectify." His voice was low, soft.



Amy's pounding heart spoke for itself. She slightly lifted her chin and parted her lips. Metal met her halfway… Another kiss shared. Amy sighed out through her nose, reached for the side of his head. She felt the spikes on his cheeks. He was a huge, dangerous machine… One that bent over and instead chose to please a small, pink hedgehog.



The cloth of his robe was a lot softer than she realized. She rested back further, comfortably bent her legs. Metal kissed her again.



"Y-you…" Amy murmured as her lips separated from his muzzle. "You helped me take my clothes off."



With open eyes, he lifted himself and allowed his hands to slide down her body. He brushed his hands under her dress, then slowly pulled it off of her. Her gloves went next… Her underwear, the final piece. She lay completely naked under him with tightly shut eyes.



Metal drank in the sight. Amy might have been a bit ruffled from yesterday's events, but she was…



"Beautiful," he said.



Amy slapped one of her hands over her tail and turned her head to the side. Metal lifted her hand up and intertwined their fingers together. Thump, thump, thump… Her tail wouldn't stop.



"What did I do next?" he asked.



Her tail wagged even faster. She opened her eyes and shyly watched him from the side. Metal understood her response well enough.



Amy's soft kisses gave Metal the energy he needed to carefully angle himself against her. He let his free hand wander down, caressed her thighs, and finally, felt between her legs. He softened his claws enough to touch her without causing harm. She sucked in a breath and tensed, then just as quickly breathed out and settled.



Metal had fantasized about Amy plenty of times. He dreamed of taking her after battle and causing her realize he was far better company. He wanted to take her everywhere; he imagined her squeezing his arm while playing games at Casino Park, cheering him on in the next Grand Prix, and dancing with him on a rooftop as fireworks exploded in shapes matching their heads. He wanted nights that ended with his name desperately moaned out in ecstasy… Mornings that began with a plea for his attention. Of course, in many of these scenarios, Sonic was dead or simply didn't exist. Unfortunately far from reality…



But… Maybe some of his ideas weren't too unrealistic. He had no contact with anyone else and Amy was far from her friends. No one was there. He could pretend no one else existed but them, and they had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted.



Amy let out a lighter breath as Metal rubbed her with his claws. She trembled under him and opened her legs, riding her hips with him and refusing to acknowledge it at all. She fought her own feverish blush and kissed him every time a thought too impure entered her head.



Her good leg wrapped over Metal's back with an attempt to drag his pelvis down lower. Metal slid his hand up and out from between her legs, making her shudder.



Neither of them spoke, yet both of them were on the same page. With another passionate kiss, Metal inserted himself.



Amy threw her head back and clenched her teeth. "Ho-ly…!" She grappled onto his shoulders and glanced down. "Ah…!"



She looked up to Metal's face; he stared off onto the distance, eyes bright and slightly glitching. He slid out, then brought himself in deeper— his eyes glitched again and a wave of shivers went through him.



"Y-you… Do you feel that?" Amy asked between huffs. She certainly could… She was almost embarrassed how well he fit. Wasn't it supposed to hurt? O-or maybe they were made for each other?



His eyes slightly rolled up and he kept moving. Each time, he thrust a little harder. "Ye-es," he said, his voice briefly skipping. He finally looked down at her.



Pop! A strange sound came from Metal's inner workings.



Amy's ears shot up. "Metal…? Is— whoh!" She yelped from an eager thrust. She let out an unintentional moan. They kissed each other again; Amy got less and less shy with rubbing herself up against him in each added embrace. Every movement caused Amy to shudder just as excitedly, filled her body with a tingling not unlike their kisses. She feared she'd get addicted to the feeling.



"It's working—" Metal spoke, hushed and excited. He burst with a confident cackle as each thrust gave him more and more energy; each tingle Amy felt, Metal must have experienced tenfold. His turbine briefly turned on, crackled with pink light, then sparked before turning back off.



Amy grinned in pure joy— Metal's villainous laugh was so goofy! She forgot what she was ever nervous about. Metal surrounded her… Metal felt good. Metal bathed her with love. She moved with him and bit her bottom lip as the pleasure welled within her.



And Metal certainly didn't hide how he was feeling. He moaned as he lost himself in a rhythm of vigorous thrusts. He held up one of her legs and shifted himself to get as deep as he could. When he gained control of himself, he watched Amy closely and studied what made her react the most.



"Metal!" Amy gasped. He found the best rhythm for them both.



"Almost at fi-ifty… percent," Metal told her. "Energy rapidly climbing…"



Energy? Oh yeah… They were having sex because of that. Amy briefly looked away. She couldn't believe she forgot.



Metal made her forget again. She arched her back and moaned with each breath, getting heavier, faster, more intense— Her moans turned to screams, and she got louder, desperately clutching onto Metal—



She wildly shook as the pleasure completely overcame her. Her scream faded to an excited whimper, back to shaky breaths. Metal slowed for a split second, then—



His turbine loudly whirred and sparked with intense energy. His eyes glitched out into lines of red and white static— he clawed into the ground around them and pressed himself inside Amy as deeply as he could go.



Steam whistled out of all his joints—



Intensely hot fluid poured out from Metal's cock and filled Amy to the brim. She had no idea what it was— she didn't care. Metal wildly trembled with her as he let out the sweetest groan she had ever heard. After a moment far too short for them both, the fluid stopped, Metal's joints relaxed… He finally hung his head.



Amy panted to catch her breath, eventually flopping back. The fabric under her felt nice and cool… The air around them, somehow more fresh. She looked up at Metal with a hazy grin.



It faded. Metal's eyes had been turned off and he hadn't moved an inch after relaxing his body.



"Metal?" Amy asked.



…



She gently kissed him.



Zrrt! Metal's eyes blinked on… At first, he looked through her… then he slightly shifted, focusing back on her face. His turbine began whirring with hot air.



They both looked down lower. Both of them shuddered as Metal took himself out of Amy. White trickled out of her; she closed her legs and blushed as they made eye contact again.



Metal leaned in and kissed her one more time. "I am fully operational," he softly replied. "… You even overcharged me." His brief glance down Amy's body told her exactly what he meant.



Amy stared and opened her mouth like she had something to say. She eventually covered her face, then rolled to her side. "Aaaahhh!!" Her squeal was muffled by her hands. She excitedly kicked her feet, then stretched her legs out completely as she lay there.



Before Metal could say anything, Amy dragged him down to hold her. She tightly cuddled him, kissed him again, then snuggled her head against the crook of one of his shoulder pads. Her tail's excited thumping could only be drowned out by the sound of Metal's turbine.



"I can't believe we did that," Amy whispered to him.



"Are you… happy?"



She smooched him a few more times for good measure. "I'm really happy…" She tangled her legs with his. "I don't want us to leave yet."



Metal tightened his grip on her and leaned his head to hers. "I'll stay for as long as you want."



The two of them relaxed and enjoyed their quiet moment together. Amy closed her eyes, smiling.



…



She cracked open one of her eyes. "… Um… Are you sure you're completely charged?" Amy asked. "Like, the… automatic power stuff works now?"



"Yes, I rebooted. Everything is functional and I work as I did before," Metal explained.



"I mean, maybe…" She cleared her throat. "Maybe we need to, uh, make sure?"



"Are you doubting my diagnostics? Nothing is—" Metal paused. "… Oh, you desire more sex."



"Don't say it like that!" she snapped. She unraveled from his hold and sat up, her face a solid red. "I-I just! I don't want us to crash into the ocean! Or whatever!"



"Amy Rose."



Amy's quills puffed up. Metal sat up, put a hand on one of Amy's shoulders, then let his claws gently trace downward.



"If you admit you need me, I will reward you."



Amy took a deep breath.





Amy came back home safe and sound! After… three full days.



Amy's friends found out she was okay after some time spent searching the ocean, checking beach towns, and raiding Eggman bases. They found her Piko Piko Hammer, which made them hasten their search. Eventually, they came to the conclusion that she had been taken hostage by Neo Metal through Eggman's command— but when Eggman claimed Neo Metal went missing too, they all paused their grievances to find their missing allies.



Amy turned back up on a random weekday without a wink of exhaustion in her eyes. She sported a brand new black dress, a delightful new headband, and boundless enthusiasm that only a vacation could give. With their reuniting out of the way, Amy informed everyone that she washed up on an island, then got lucky and hitched a ride to the mainland.



Metal returned to Eggman not too long after. Eggman could only trust Metal's word that he self-repaired after suffering a crash; all relevant logs had been corrupted from the impact. The full truth belonged only to him and Amy.



If it didn't worry her friends, Amy would have taken longer to appear. Island life became a lot easier once she found a lake to wash in and got her lover to conjure some new clothes with his weird robot shapeshifting. To make sure Metal's energy was at proper levels, they went through a couple— or a dozen— more tests. The two of them lost themselves in their shared fantasy for just a little while longer… Even so, Amy was happy to go back home.



The night after she returned, she lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling. Her environment was way too quiet and dark. She got too accustomed to a fire crackling to her left and the soft humming of a machine to her right…



Amy rolled over to her side and narrowed her eyes to focus. She stared through the window framed on the wall across from her… Complete darkness outside.



…



Amy's ears flattened. She sighed to herself and hugged one of her pillows. It had only been a day! Amy shouldn't have wasted any energy wishing he'd show up so—



"Amy."



"AHH!" Amy leapt out of bed and tightly clutched onto her chest. As her heart settled, she focused on two glowing red eyes situated far above her height.



"You are very easy to ambush."



"I… I was just distracted!" she exclaimed.



The two of them stared at each other for a brief moment.



… Amy's tail rapidly wagged. Right as Metal leaned down to pick her up, she jumped into his arms.



The fantasy continued.