Amy Rose: A Dark Design
by Silvergunner

Amy Rose drank deeply from the glass in front of her. Sweet cherry soda ran into her mouth. She gulped slowly, the fruity concoction flowing down her throat. The sugar content was enough to make anyone happy - anyone except for Amy, that is. Tears ran down her face at memories of sharing her favourite drink with a boy she loved. A boy who rejected her. A boy with seemingly no heart whatsoever. Sonic had rejected her advances, and said such horrible things to her that day. Amy wept - she could not believe THE Sonic the Hedgehog could have such a cold heart, what with such things he did for everyone.

She wondered if Sonic really was a masquerade, and the hedgehog inside was nothing more than an empty pit. She shrugged this off - he had to have some affection somehow inside his stony personality. It was only unlocking this affection which was the key to Sonic’s heart. And Amy believed only she could do it. Somehow she could, if only she had a plan.

The door to her house opened noisily. Through there walked her friend, Rouge the Bat. Personally Amy thought Rouge to be quite arrogant and headstrong, but she was a dear friend to her, even if her appearance to many physically and psychologically was a menacing look. Amy knew that all she wanted was to help her friends, even if her methods were unorthodox to most people’s point of view. Despite her dark past, Amy had seen her true colours, and had helped her out by lending her one of the spare rooms in her four-bedroom house.

The bat-girl stepping into the Lounge and threw herself down onto one of the sofas littered around the room. Sighing for a moment, she moved her body until she was in a comfortable position. With every movement, her ears flapped slightly. She laid back, and turned to Amy, her greatest friend in the world. She expected to see her usual happy and hyperactive expression, but instead her eyes met one of pure depression. A while passed before Rouge had the courage to speak out.

“Is something up, girl?” Rouge asked, silently dreading the answer.

Amy didn’t say anything for a moment, until she replied “What isn’t up?” harshly.

Taken aback by her sudden aggression, Rouge tried her best to put on a calm and caring attitude. It was second nature for her to have a tomboyish attitude, having to put up with sickeningly evil males throughout her career. She thought for a moment, and replied “Its Sonic again, i’m guessing” she replied quietly.

Tears ran from her friend’s eyes. “He sent me this letter...” Amy replied, and handed her friend a scrap of paper with rough handwriting on. Taking it in her hand, Rouge glanced down at it. It was mostly profanities, but the major theme of the note was related to the writer hating Amy Rose and all she did. The last line however shocked Rouge the most - Sonic had called Amy “A Dirty Whore, and the worst friend a person could ever hope to have.”

Rouge threw the paper to one side. “He surely doesn’t mean it...” she whispered, forcing a smile.

Amy shrugged. “I called him about it... I thought it was a forgery...” she replied, as tears welled into her eyes. She burst into a fit of tears, bent over with her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. “I called him... and he replied in the same way” she managed to sob through the tears.

Moving from her comfortable position, Rouge stood up and moved over to Amy. She pulled the Hedgehog Girl up and hugged her tightly. Amy’s crying began to subside. Casually, Rouge unzipped her costume, and drew it down to her waist. Her frilly white bra appeared, holding her large breasts comfortably. She pushed Amy towards her, so that she was close to them. As if on instinct, Amy sniffed her skin, and the Bat-girl’s body aroma flowed into her nostrils. Suddenly, she became incredibly calm, and broke from their hug. Rouge silently giggled - it was a well-kept secret that the only way to calm Amy down was the smell of Rouge’s shapely body.

Amy sat down again smiling. “Thank you so much, Rouge” she said, in a confident tone. The first streak of confidence Rouge had seen in her that day. Amy then grimaced, thinking confusing thoughts. “So what should I do about Sonic?” she asked Rouge.

The bat-girl sighed. “Leave him be for now Amy” she replied. She then tapped the space on the sofa next to her. “We’ll solve the problem later. For now, we need to relax.”

The young hedgehog smiled, and moved over and sat next to Rouge. She laid down on Rouge’s chest, so that her head was directly below her friend’s. Supporting Amy’s head with one hand and rubbing her arms with the other, Rouge laid back in comfort as her friend began to relax, just like a daughter in the arms of her own mother. Rouge smiled softly - she was used to mothering Amy this way, what with all of the troubles in the world affecting such a young teenager.

A few hours later, Amy was lying in her incredibly soft double bed. Although relaxed, her heart felt incomplete inside. She had chosen the bed to accommodate two people, and one was missing. The missing one been Sonic, the love of her life. Despite Rouge’s comforting touch, she had resorted to retiring for the night earlier than usual. She couldn’t face any more of the world that night, and wanted to quietly contemplate her feelings to herself.

She heard light snoring from the room next door and realized her other friend Cream the Rabbit had headed to bed as well. Cream had moved to the big city to attend school, and Amy had let her into her house in an instant. Not only did she have unforgettable memories of her rabbit friend, but she loved her company as well. Cream loved having fun, fitting in with Amy’s personality almost perfectly.

Amy began to envy her friend. Cream had began a relationship with Tails, Sonic’s friend and companion. Amy knew Tails was double-timing Cream, but it wasn’t really his fault. Sonic had been pressuring his lifelong friend for sexual favors, and the little fox was in no position to say no, given his submissive nature. Amy and Rouge’s explaination to Cream about this situation had hit a theoretical brick wall - Cream’s real weakness was the inability to see the world in any way but her own. Despite the cheating, at least she had contact with her true love. Unlike herself...

Depressed, Amy cried herself to sleep that evening.

She dreamed a terrible set of visions that evening. In them she saw herself as a nobody, chained up outside her house completely naked. Sonic and Tails passed by constantly, calling her such horrible names she couldn’t possibly repeat them in polite company, or impolite company for that matter either. She stirred in her sleep and the visions changed to those of been tied up against a tree, and all of her friends throwing things at her. Rotten Fruit, Tomatoes, half-empty bottles of Cherry Soda, and even used Condoms. She began crying, and the taunting by them got worse. Until, she felt warming arms familliar to her pull her away...

“Mom?” Amy mouthed, waking up slowly.

The bat-girl just smiled at her. Rouge was next to her under the covers, giving her a loving hug. Amy sighed and smiled back at her, in indescribable happiness. It was just like when she was younger, and her mother would cuddle her warmly whenever she was having a bad dream. Just like when with her mother, Amy reached over and kissed Rouge on the cheek. She didn’t say anything, but Rouge felt that it was a motion of appreciation.

“There there, dearest Amy” Rouge whispered to her. Amy moved closer to her friend and held her close. As their bodies pressed against each other, Rouge’s aroma once again met Amy’s nose, and she felt ever-so relaxed. Within seconds she was once again sleeping, her dreams ones of happiness. Rouge continued to hug her, falling to sleep herself slowly. “Goodnight, dear Amy” she whispered, before closing her eyes for the last time that evening.

At breakfast the next day, Amy seemed rather quiet. Neither her or Rouge had mentioned the incident the night before, despite it been treasured deeply in Amy’s memory. Despite been a teenager, Amy still needed a mother dearly. She looked at Rouge that morning with one not of friendship but of a child’s love for their parent. Her thoughts however were interrupted by her other loudmouth friend.

Cream had headed down the stairs, and had started babbling on about her life almost immediately. She happily talked constantly about how much fun she and Tails would be having that day, what she planned to do in regards to study, what she would be buying at the mall... Amy for the first time found her incredibly annoying, and wished she would simply quieten down.

“So how are you Amy?” Cream asked, looking up from her bowl of Cornflakes.

Amy shrugged. “Fine, I guess...” she replied.

Cream looked at Amy curiously. “Something wrong?” she asked in her usual squeaky tone, dampened a little with concern. “You’re usually a lot more cheerful...”

“Couldn’t sleep” Amy replied.

Cream smiled. “Oh, we all get those evenings. You know, you really should...” began Cream, and launched into a lecture on the best foods to eat in order to sleep well.

Amy winced. She simply couldn’t believe that normally she was a lot like Cream.

After the three of them had finished off breakfast, they stood up and moved into the Lounge. In there, the friends threw themselves on the many sofas littering the room, and relaxed. Cream grabbed the remote for the Television and flicked the power switch, preparing to engage in the classic and well-known sport of Channel Surfing.

Many clicks were heard as she switched from one channel to another, attempting to find something on that was worth watching. For every Chat-show (featuring teenage mothers arguing over their child’s fatherhood) and Cookery Show (the recipe been some sort of Pasta), Cream grew more and more impatient. Eventually, she threw the remote down, annoyed. “Once again, there is nothing on” she grumbled.

“Nothing unusual there then” Rouge sighed. She glanced over at Amy who had her head down, staring at her feet. Rouge tried to say something to gain her attention, but was unable to. It seemed that Cream’s ultra-cheery mood had made it uncomfortable to engage in conversation with anyone but her.

After several moments of silence, Cream suddenly stood up. “I may as well head out then” she announced. Grabbing her handbag, she made her way across to the door. Without even looking at her friends, she opened the door and left the house, in what seemed like quite a bad mood.

The bang of the door closing echoed through the silent house. Rouge was looking at Amy, concerned about her. Amy herself was still in the position she was earlier. A long time passed before Rouge gained the courage to speak. “How are you feeling this morning, girl?” she asked in her usual tone of voice. Despite been friends with Amy, she felt that she couldn’t show any nervousness at a time like this.

Amy raised her head and looked towards the sky. “I...” she began, but like the bat girl she was unable to force out any words. She looked at Rouge, and saw that she was smiling. That gave Amy the confidence to speak out a bit more. “I’m okay” she blurted out, trembling.

Rouge looked at her with a suspicious eye. “You sure?” she asked. “Is something troubling you Amy?”

Amy sighed. “Last night...” she muttered, raising her head. “I’m... sorry about it...”

“About what?” Rouge asked.

“That...” Amy began. She took a deep breath and added “...I acted inappropriately”.

Rouge blinked. “Amy, you did nothing wrong” she replied. “You needed reassurance, and I gave you as much as I could.”

“But I... I thought you were my mother, Rouge” the hedgehog girl blurted.

Rouge smiled. “And I was happy to play along with your fantasy, Amy” she replied.

Silence reigned for a few minutes. The two of them knew that they were both feeling the same way. Amy appreciated Rouge’s motherly touch, and Rouge felt wondrous acting out the role of a Mother. Eventually Amy broke the silence. “Rouge...” she muttered. “Can you...”

“...do the same tonight?” Rouge said, finishing her question. “Of course”

Amy was in shock and awe. She never would have expected that answer. Sure, Rouge was her best friend, but she felt such a request was so unorthodox that even she would never accept the very thought of it. Shockwaves ran through her body as her emotions drove her to incredible happiness. She jumped up, and ran over to Rouge. She buried herself in her friend’s arms, happiness overcoming her.

Rouge giggled. She was so glad that Amy had asked her question. She now knew that she felt the same way that she did - that the Mother/Daughter roleplay made them both happy. Although she didn’t show it, one of Rouge’s greatest urges was to be a Mother. Despite the small chance of her having her own baby, she felt that her own child would make her complete. The teenage hedgehog girl squirming in her arms right now was a reflection of her deepest desires.

She couldn’t hold back. She needed Amy now. Smiling, she spoke up. “How about... we start now?” she asked. Amy, still on a happiness buzz, nodded at her. “Okay, lets go to bed my dear Amy” she smiled, standing up. Amy moved away from her, but Rouge stopped her. Using her strength, Rouge lifted Amy up so she was in her arms like a sleeping baby. Giggling, she carried her across the lounge and up the steps.

Amy looked up at her. “I love you, Mommy” she murmured.

“And I love you too Amy” Rouge replied, smiling.

After a short interval, they arrived at Amy’s room. Putting down Amy, Rouge closed and locked the door. “Shall we get undressed?” she asked Amy.

Amy nodded. She kicked off her shoes and removed her socks. She began to take off her dress as Rouge pulled off her tight Catsuit. Pulling the dress over her head, Amy stood there in just her underwear. Her teenage breasts were small, making their way gradually through development and held back by a small sports bra which covered them completely. Moving down her slimline body was her white panties, covering her pubic area from sight. She blushed a little, knowing her friend was looking at her in less clothing than normal.

Rouge stood opposite from her in the same amount of clothing. However, her large breasts were held back by a small, frilly bra, which made them visible to all, even allowing her nipples to be made out through the frilly fabric. The same could be said for her panties, which were thin and frilly. Rouge wore this type not only for comfort and to allow air through, but because she liked to have her female body on display. She felt that been a woman was to be proud of her body rather than obscuring it from sight.

Amy tried to divert her eyes, but was unable to view anything but her friend’s beautiful, mature body. Rouge moved over to Amy and kissed her on the lips. The hedgehog girl giggled, and returned the kiss. They pulled themselves together in a loving hug, pushing their chests together. Her breasts close to Amy’s face, Rouge’s body smell flowed into her friend’s nostrils. Amy breathed in the wondrous aroma heavily, the smell been exhilarating to her. She lost balance and the two fell down onto Amy’s bed in each others’ arms.

Amy, incensed by her friend’s aroma, gained the words to speak. “Thank you Mommy” she said. She then moved closer to Rouge’s chest, placing her head between the bat girls’ large breasts. Rouge smiled, and held her friend to her body. A thought came through her head, and she moved away slightly.

Rouge reached her arms to her back and undid the strap of her bra. It fell off, revealing all to Amy. The teenage hedgehog could not believe how beautiful her “Mother’s” body was. A primal feeling went through her, and she moved slightly until her head was next to Rouge’s right hand side. Suddenly, she began licking her friends’ right nipple.

The bat girl moaned as she felt her friend’s hot, rough tongue drawing itself across her nipple. The feeling was incredible - she had many boyfriends drag their tongues across her before, but nothing like how Amy was making her feel. Overcome by lust, she grabbed Amy’s head and pulled her closer to her breast. She wanted Amy to massage it gently for her.

Amy’s primal urges continued as she licked even more roughly and quickly. As Rouge’s moans became even louder, she drew her tongue away. She instead kissed her breast and placed her whole mouth over her nipple. Rouge felt another shockwave of pleasure surge through her body as her “daughter” began to suck at her teat just like a Baby. Her moans increased as Amy sucked away vigorously, anticipating the milk that would lactate out of her mammaries. Her efforts were in vain however, as none came from the bat girl. She gave up and moved back away from her friend.

Rouge laid on the bed gasping for breath. Her whole body was burning hot from the ecstatic feeling of her “daughter” fondling her and trying to suckle her like a mother. Amy looked over, worried at Rouge’s state, but Rouge shot back a look of happiness. She had enjoyed it so much, and was sure that the little hedgehog girl had done so as well.

Amy moved closer to Rouge and wrapped her arms around her. Rouge did the same, and pulled Amy close to her. Burrowed in her chest, Amy spoke “I love you, mommy.”

Rouge smiled. “I love you too, dear Amy...”

- End -