Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life

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Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

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Me: This is the second part to The Worst Night Of My Life. A second chapter wasn't completely planned, but it was begging to be written, and it certainly wasn't difficult to work out-

Nack: Hey, Harley! I gotta bone to pick with you!

Me: Oh, hi Nack...

Nack: You said in Chapter One that I brutally raped Nic! She's my sister, dammit! That's sick.

Me: I know that.

Nack: But I'd never do anything like that!

Me: If it makes you feel any better in the slightest, you were stark raving drunk when it happened.

Nack: You mean you think I could actually do that? Even drunk? You bitch!

Me: I'm not saying you would, Mr. Shit-For-Brains. I'm just saying that it is possible for anyone to be raped, and for anyone to be a rapist. Even people you're really fond of.

Nack: But why me? If I'm your favorite character, why pick on me? You think Sonic's a bastard, why can't he rape Amy or something?

Me: Well for a start, there's already loads of fics about Sonic being a bastard. Look, if you didn't like Chapter One, then don't read Chapter Two. It's very basically part one, but from your point of veiw.

Nack: What?! That's even worse! How do you know how I'd feel if I raped someone? Which I wouldn't! You done it yourself or something?

Me: You're really asking for a punch in the head now, Nack. It's only a fanfic. I'm doing the best I can with the imagination I have.

Nack: Well, I still don't like it...

Me: I don't give a flying fox's fuck whether you like it or not, Nack. If you don't like it, don't read it. And hey, I've only just remembered to say this, so don't bite me for forgetting, but Nic and Nack don't belong to me. Nic belongs to Archie comics, and Nack belongs to Sega. It's alright that I forgot, right?

Mr. Sega: Don't worry.

Mr. Archie: No probs.

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Prologue...

It's amazing how wrong a person can be about something. What I thought at one point was the best night of my life, abruptly turned into the worst night of my life - after I'd realised what I'd done.

I could say it was the alcohol, or the drugs some sneaky son-of-a-bitch might have slipped into my drink. But that would be avoiding the matter. It was, without any doubt, my fault.

Oh god Nic, I'm so sorry...

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Chapter 2: Satisfaction

I'm drunk. I just know it, by the way that a pink elephant cycled past me and there's three moons. Oh, and I walked into a wall. I've been drunk an awful lot lately. There's been a lot of problems with money and Robotnik and that bastard Sonic and his little friends and the cops, and alcohol has been a good vent for my emotions.

I'm nearly home now though, and I stumble over to the front door and try to fit the key in the lock, then realise that my house is on the other side of the road. I go to the right door this time, and after some minutes manage to open the door.

I enter, swaying slightly and focusing on the floor hard. It's the only thing that isn't moving involentarily.

"Nack," I hear Nic's voice behind me, and I look up at her. She looks really pissed off this time. I look down at the floor again, make my way over to the chair, and collapse into it. I turn on the TV and flick through the channels.

"Nic, it's been a long day," I start, "Just..."

Nic interrupts me, "Nack, you've been out all night drinking again! I can smell the smoke and booze on you from here!"

"So what..." I flick through a few more channels, "Just shut up, okay?"

Nic seems to grow even more angry at this, and she's really annoying me now. I'm trying to ignore her, but her voice is grating on my nerves. I half hear her words, then she really yells at me, "Are you even listening to me?!"

"Yeah, sure..." I lie.

"You're not, are you?" Nic snatches the remote off me and turns the TV off. I growl softly, and she continues to shout at me, "You're a lazy, selfish bum, you know that Nack? You're nothing. People say you're a money-driven scum-bag, but I know you better than that. If you were money-hungry, you'd get a goddamn job! You're just a scumbag!" I look up angrily, but Nic pays no attention - she's in full ranting swing now, "I've got a real job, while you... can barely stand!"

"Oh yeah?" I stand up, albeit a little shakily, to prove her wrong, "Well if it weren't for me, you'd have been hanged as a witch years ago! You have no idea how hard it is out there, Nic!"

"No, Nack," Nic hisses, narrowing her eyes, "You have no idea how hard it is in here!" With that, she slaps me hard across the face. I gasp in shock; the blow is hard enough to knock me back a few paces. Nic sure can swing a punch when she wants to...

Nic steps forward, looking slightly shocked, but I growl softly and straighten up. I narrow my eyes for a moment, then back-hand her across the face as hard as I can. She's knocked to the floor with a soft cry, maybe a gasp, and a sudden feeling of power washes over me as I look down at her lying there.

"Aw, I've wanted to do that for years," I sneer, and it's true. I have. I watch as Nic gets to her feet quickly and stands as if to attack me, but one look from me and she changes her mind, ducking under my arms and running into the dimly lit kitchen. I smile and follow her into it.

Even as I enter the kitchen, Nic snatches up a wooden rolling pin. I can't help but smile as she makes a couple of swipes at me while I'm approaching her.

"Keep away from me, Nack!" she warns me, "I'll defend myself if I have to!"

"Why don't you put that little wooden club down," I suggest as I continue to advance, "People could get hurt."

Her answer is to swing the rolling pin at me a couple more times. I watch its path through the air, then I catch it mid swing and twist it out of her hands easily, tossing it aside. Before she can pick up something else, I open a kitchen drawer and snatch out a sharp bread knife. In one swift movement I have pinned her against the edge of the kitchen table, gripping her wrists firmly and wrapping my tail around her waist, shifting it slightly.

"Nack, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Nic shouts at me, "Nack, you're hurting me!"

The feeling of power washes over me again; I'm strong, she's weak. I press the knife against her throat eagerly, then twist her arm up her back. The cry that escapes her lips is intensely arousing, and without hesitating I push her to the ground. She cries out again, and in a moment I am straddling her, pinning her arms down with my knees and pressing the knife against her throat again.

She's warm, so warm... and soft as well, just like a woman should be. She smells good too. And the suddenly shocked look in her eyes increases my desire to feel her body against mine.

"Stop it, Nack!" she shouts at me, "Stop it! Let me up!"

But little girls should be seen and not heard, "Shut up," I snarl at Nic, "Just shut the hell up for once in your life, or - or I'll fucking kill you!" As she closes her mouth, I calm down a little, and examine her body critically, stroking the knife against her cheek, then trailing it down her throat, over her chest, and her torso, finally resting it on her inner thigh, tapping her gently. She struggles frantically, but I'm so much stronger than her. I press the knife against her throat a little harder than before, and she squeaks.

"You're a slut," I whisper in her ear, "And a bitch, and a liar. You're always pushing people around, always taking, never giving. Well, let's see how you like it when something's taken from you."

With these words, I slide the knife under Nic's vest. I enjoy her expression for a moment, then I start to cut off her clothes, piece by piece, gazing as her body is revealed to me little by little. She doesn't move; the knife would cut her if she did. I scatter the shreds of her clothing over the floor, and toss the now unnessecery knife aside. My breathing has become rapid and heavy with lust now that I can at last see her body naked.

She struggles frantically, and I love it, I love this feeling of power. I pull off my gloves and throw them aside, then begin to knead her tender flesh between my fingers, groping her warm body violently with my hands that are no longer obstructed by any clothing, feeling her soft fur standing on end as I stroke it. Her chest begins to heave with sobs, and I watch, fascinated for a moment, as tears begin to trickle down her cheeks.

"Nack, please," she pleads with me, "Please stop..."

But I don't stop; I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to. Which I don't. I can't answer her, I can only gasp in pleasure, those gasps turning to frantic groans as I feel her body struggle futilely against mine, and her flesh in my grasp. It feels so good for me; how can it possibly feel bad for her?

Her struggles pay off for a moment - she frees one arm and pushes it against my chest. I take advantage of the situation and grab her hand, pressing it against my chest briefly, then using it to stroke my torso and crotch. She has shown retaliation - it's so obvious now to me what has to happen. I push her back down to the floor with a grunt, so that I am pinning both her arms again.

"No, Nack, you can't do this to people," she shouts frantically, "You mustn't do this to people! It's wrong! Don't do this to me, Nack! I'm your sister, dammit! You can't do this to me!"

And now I understand. I trail a finger down her cheek and whisper, "That's the reason I want you," I say simply, "At first... At first I thought you only want what you can't have."

I grab Nic's braid and pull her head back sharply. She cries out briefly, but I press my lips against hers, stifling the sound. Her lips are soft and yeilding, and the kiss I deal her is hard, and deep, and strong. I enjoy every moment of it. I can't say the same for Nic though. She's still struggling frantically. No doubt she'll thank me later. I slide my tongue into her mouth and stroke the inside of her cheek; this feels so good, and I can hardly believe that it's really finally happening...

I break the kiss reluctantly, because I have to come up for air sometime, and I watch Nic gasping, tears trickling down her cheeks. I smile down at her, "But now I have you, and I still want you, so I guess it would be better to say... that you always want what you shouldn't have."

With these words, I pull off Nic's gloves and drag off her belt frantically, tossing them aside. Now that I've rendered her fully naked, there's nothing between us but air. The tears are still running down Nic's face. And god, I feel so powerful, so strong now, as if I can do anything I want, and there's nobody and nothing to stop me.

I bury my face in the fur on Nic's chest, breathing in deeply. After a few seconds I look up again, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to have you this way," I say. Even as I say it, I realise it's true. I've wanted to feel her beneath me for such a long time. But only now do I have the guts to admit it to myself, to Nic, and to the world. I slide both hands into the heat between her thighs and slowly part her legs. I hear her whimper softly, and I savour the sound, "Your eyes, your lips, your... your body. I feel as if I've been waiting forever," I whisper, stroking that sacred place hungrily, making it a little less sacred, "I've wanted you for so long..."

Nic shivers, "Nack, please stop," she says.

I shake my head, "I've wanted you for so long," I repeat, taking my face in both hands, "Oh god, you have no idea how much I've wanted you. Every part of you. And now I finally have you," I stroke her lips, my fingers are damp from a mixture of my sweat and her lubrication, "And you think I'm gonna stop now?

I stroke Nic's hips again and feel her body buck under my touch, while tears continue to run down her face, "You are so beautiful," I cannot help but say it; it's the truth, "I'm so damn lucky to have you for my sister..." I bend down and kiss her again, but this time I don't stop at her lips; this time I work my kisses all the way down her body, my fingers following after.

"Please, Nack!" she sobs as I continue to touch her eagerly, "Don't do this to me! Don't... don't do this..."

I ignore her protestations, and remove my stetson hat. I look at it for a few seconds, then I toss it aside. Then I pull off my own belt and discard it. She's ready, I'm ready. I hear one more desperate scream from Nic, but I can no longer hear any words; my mind and body are filled to bursting with the sight of her lying there, open to me.

I force myself into Nic, hearing her scream again, this time even louder. I can't be having with that. I snatch up a shred of her clothing from the floor and force it down her throat, while she gags violently.

I'm Nic's big brother, I protect her body from harm, it's only right that she should repay me by letting me experience it. I'm bigger than her, I'm stronger than her, I should have anything I want. And right now, I want her. More than anything else in the world.

I thrust in and out of her, harder, deeper, faster. I'm loving this, I'm loving every inch of her fur being exposed to me. My increasing desire is now almost immeasurable, and as I thrust back and forth inside of her, I groan repeatedly with orgasmic pleasure. Her voice might be protesting, but her body can't stop reacting. My breathing is hoarse and heavy, becoming more and more rapid as I reach my inevitable climax, and in one intense and eternal moment I release myself inside of her.

But that burst of pleasure has completed my task. I pull out of her and relax, one final grunt of satisfaction excaping my lips as she releases a ragged gasp of exaustion. Before she tries to get up, I wrap my arms around her so that I'm almost on top of her again, keeping her next to me. I'm aware of her coughing up the shred of fabric, but she doesn't scream again, or try to struggle.

There's no need for her to scream now. There's no point for her to fight back any more. I have won.

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End of Chapter 2: Satisfaction.

Well? What did you think? Why not reveiw this chapter as well? And tell all your friends about it. And then you must go to the third chapter. When it's up, of course. And it ain't going up until I get at least one reveiw of chapter two.

This may appear to have nothing to do with the story itself, but last night I had the most wonderful X-Rated dream about Nack, myself, and a park bench. The readers may fill in the blanks. So yes, Takara, Nack is my favorite Sonic character.