The Art Of Owning You

This is one of my oldest stories, since it's one of my firsts I know it's far from perfect. There really isn't much sex in the beginning. Just drama. So yeah, enjoy?

His cold hands moved through my quills. At first I was nervous, maybe even scared. Now its different. . .I'm different. This hedgehog was of not a gentle nature. He was rough around the edges and his actions showed it. With each pull he took, I simply winced. Inside I knew he was just as nervous as me.

I did not care to take a look at what he was doing until he uttered that simple word, 'finished'. I trusted him more than I thought I did. True, this could all be some sort of sick joke but in a moment one does not take everything into consideration. I'm not sure why I allowed this to happen or even why he came to my chamber.

"I have a surprise for you!" he said, hiding a box behind him. Like a fool I blindly agreed to let him have his way with me. Then he forced me on the edge of my bed and stood behind me, almost giggling. It was at this point I grew more nervous.

I clinched my knees and wonder what he was doing to my head. Growing impatient as each second passed, I couldn't help but let my mind wonder around one pulsating question. Why was he here?

He was no friend of mine. We barely said a word since Sonic introduced us. At that time I thought he was cute. But it didn't take long for the two brothers to treat as more of a play thing than a friend. Though it started as simple foolishness; a kick me sign, sending me letters that claimed to be from Blaze, oh and the ever popular 'pie to face' gag.

Sonic and Manic were no normal princes. Their charm didn't come from politeness or chivalry, but rather the way they carried themselves. I guess you could that's how a came to allow myself the pleasure of being their toy.

"Silver!" Manic chuckled. "I'm done"

He handed me a mirror, judging by the girly way it sparkled he must have taken it from his sister's room. I swallowed my pride and turned to my reflection. "it's. . .uh" I blushed not knowing what to say. My eyes were held captive by the large, pink, sequined bow tied messily in front of my ear.

"Aw, you look so cute." he messed with my quills a bit more, "You like?"

"I. . .love it." Manic looked so pleased to see me wear that I couldn't tell him that it just wasn't my thing. He wrapped his arms around and remained silent for a few moments.

I rested my head against his. For a grease monkey, he smelled delightful. Not of oil or junk food, but of a floral medley. The young emerald green prince squeezed me tighter, moving his hand down my chest. My colors were forced to change to a bright red from pleasure. I wanted this to continue for the rest of the day.

The door soon slammed opened, breaking the joyful silence I had longed for. "Sonic!" Manic jumped up, removing his hands from my body. "What are doing here?"

The elder prince glanced over at me and laughed, "hey Silv, what's with the bow?"

"I think he looks cute!" Manic protested.

"Yeah, whatever bro" he strutted next to his brother, "Are we going or what?"

"Oh, I almost forgot!" He smacked his forehead, "I hope we're not too late."

"Late for what?" I tried to ask but my voice was muted by their conversation.

"Hey, Silver, we'll be back in a bit," The younger waved as he walked of the room.

"Yeah, try to have too much fun until we get back!" Sonic smiled as he ran toward the emerald figure awaiting him.