Loner

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Loner

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Darkhaven3

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Harley: The final chapter, people. There probably won’t be a sequel.

Darkhaven: Wow, Knuckles is sane again?

Harley: Yeah, for the moment. Hmmm… let’s do something else together. With less sex and more plot. You don’t mind that do you, Dark?

Darkhaven: Less… sex? I don’t know if I can do that…

Harley: I’ll teach you.

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Chapter Five: Companion

Knuckles jumped and grabbed a particularly thick tree limb as he and Amy were walking through a rather cramped passage through part of the dense forest on the Floating Island; "And in the trees," he began, as he pushed back, then forward, resulting in him spinning in a pseudo-backflip so that his feet were on the limb now, "You've got to look in the trees for fruit, obviously... But sometimes it's not always within reach..." He then took one rather large orange and tossed it down to Amy.

Amy caught it and peeled it. The last few days had been full of her having to care for Knuckles, but today he'd gotten up in a much more lively mood, and best of all, he hadn't made a move on her all day, "It is nice up here," she said.

"Sure is... But it's a drag after you've seen it all a hundred thousand times over..." he said rather more softly, now grabbing an orange for himself.

"Yeah, I suppose it would be," Amy sat down, looking at the sun set, "But for now at least, I could watch the sun set forever."

"I guess that's this island's only real saving grace," Knuckles said, "It's got a great view."

There was a pause, "Are you really the last echidna?" Amy asked him.

"I'd like to think there are more," Knuckles replied, feeling a little hurt by the sudden eruption of such a question, "But I've never seen any others..."

"So when you die... who's gonna look after the island?"

"I don't know..." Knuckles was on the verge of tears; obviously he wasn't enjoying talking about this, but continued nonetheless, "I never thought about it..."

Amy looked sympathetic, "Hey, come on down here," she told him, patting the earth beside her.

Knuckles obeyed almost immediately and jumped down from the tree limb he hung from; he sat next to Amy, facing the setting sun.

Amy patted him on the back, "You're not all alone," she told him, "You've got your friends. I... I won't tell them about… all this if you don't want me to."

"Please don't... I'm so sorry, Amy... I - I don't know what I was thinking..." Knuckles began, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He forced them back.

Amy patted him on the shoulder. It was odd, to see Knuckles this way, "What are you so sad about?" she asked him.

"That I'm going to die and my race will never have the chance to move on... I'm scared, Amy... I'll admit it, I'm scared of dying..."

"Well... that's why we have to live life to the full while it's around," Amy told him, "I think almost everybody is scared of dying at some point in their lives."

"You're right... But I can't afford to die... My race will never have another chance..." he began, before wiping some of the tears from his face, "We're doomed nonetheless, I can't mate with anyone here... It wouldn't be right..."

Shame you didn't think of that before you kidnapped me, Amy thought. She hugged her knees and watched the sun set, "Anyway, your wounds seem to be healing up well," she commented.

"I told you I was a fast healer," Knuckles said, trying his best to change the subject.

"You'll be able to take me back down, soon," Amy continued. She didn't sound quite as enthusiastic as Knuckles had thought she would.

"Yeah," he said, noticing her level of enthusiasm; "I hope this little stay at this hellhole has been enlightening," he finished with a chuckle.

"I guess I've learnt more about you," Amy said, looking at her feet.

"I've learned a lot about you too, Amy," Knuckles said, finally noticing something about the girl he'd abducted; she was far more understanding than he thought she'd be at this point...

Amy looked at her hands, and then up at the stars. They were really clear when seen from up here, above the clouds, "I just wish... I just wish you'd talked to us earlier about your problems," she said. She realised her hand was still on his shoulder, and snatched it away.

Knuckles looked back to Amy, "I know I should have, but it's harder than you think to talk about something so deep and personal..."

"Well... you think you can talk about it now?" Amy asked, "Now we're... friends?"

"You know everything already... My greatest fear has been revealed..." he said slowly, as though picking his words, "And, thanks for your concern..."

Amy nodded and looked up at the stars again. Once again she was finding herself wanting to stay just a little longer on the Floating Island.

"Something wrong, Amy?" he asked.

"No, no... I just... I guess..." Amy blushed. She shouldn't be liking it up here, "I just wish... that I was your guest, not your prisoner... I mean, from the start..."

"I'm sorry, but I didn't know how to tell you, I was scared as to how you'd react..." he said in nearly a whisper

"Well... you know now," Amy said. She shuffled a little closer to Knuckles, hardly thinking

"I guess so..." he replied, noticing her closing in on him; he said nothing in response to it, but instead he smiled, mentally.

Amy blushed again. There was some silence, and Knuckles suddenly realised that she was leaning her head on his shoulder as she looked across the view

Without paying attention to his own actions, Knuckles put one arm around her own shoulder and moved closer to her, his own head now brushing against the quills atop her head.

It took Amy a few seconds to notice this casual gesture, but when she did, she didn't shift away, she just sighed.

Knuckles cautiously hugged Amy with the arm he already had around her, bringing her still closer to him. He still said nothing, simply being careful not to get too close to her if she didn't want it.

Amy just sat there. She knew she probably shouldn't be sitting this close to Knuckles, but she didn't feel like pulling away. She felt too comfortable to move, which was strange, she thought, considering who she was sitting with.

Knuckles looked down to Amy's face, and then to the evening sun; it was a pleasure to rest his eyes on two things so beautiful, each magnifying the other's appeal two-fold... He wished he could sit like this forever...

A while passed, and when Knuckles looked at Amy next, he realised that she was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He allowed her to sleep in the same position for a few moments, before getting up, picking her up in his arms, and carrying her back to his own small house, where he laid her on his bed and pulled the sheets over her form; he got a spare sheet from a cramped closet on the far side of the room, and laid down on the floor at the end of the bed...

Amy woke up briefly as she was put in the bed, though Knuckles didn't notice. She smiled as she saw him sleeping on the floor, and curled up, falling asleep again.

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The next morning, Knuckles woke quickly and got up from the floor, stretching his neck until he heard a healthy *snap* and looked over to Amy, who was still sleeping at the moment; he smiled a little before moving for the bathroom, so he could brush his teeth and take a leak.

Amy woke more slowly, slightly surprised to find that while she was in Knuckles' bed, he wasn't next to her. What disturbed her was that she was almost disappointed.

The sound of the toilet flushing in the next room was clear and Knuckles exited a few moments later; he noticed that Amy was awake and said in a slightly groggy voice, "Sleep ok...?"

"Hmmm? Oh, yes," Amy crawled under the bed sheets, "Thanks for taking me... back," she added.

"No problem..." Knuckles said, his voice still rather rough from his current state, "Least I could do to show you a little respect..."

Amy smiled, “Thankyou for that, too," she said.

"By the way, tell me when you're ready to go... I think I'm ready to glide..." Knuckles added, after rubbing his eyes.

Amy looked down, "Well..." she blushed, "Are you sure? I mean, sure you can glide, but with me on your back?"

"I'll make it..." he said, mustering a light smile before stretching his arms slightly.

Amy squirmed, "It's just that... I've enjoyed being here... some of it, anyway... once we got talking properly."

"If you want to stay longer... It's no trouble for me," he replied, now fitting his gloves over his hands; "Stay as long as you'd like, if that's what you want..."

"Well, part of me wants to stay longer," Amy didn't look up, "But part of me says that I shouldn't want to..."

Knuckles was slightly confused, but spoke nonetheless, "I can't say that I understand completely, but something's telling me that you want to get to know the both of us better... "

"I know," Amy looked out the window, "I... I think I need a bath first though..." For my brain, she thought.

"Come on, I'll take you to the hot spring... If you want me to," Knuckles quickly added, before blushing slightly at the thought of seeing her young and naked body again; it felt strange to him, however, as to why he hadn't imploded with embarrassment when he was raping her, if this was how he was feeling now.

Amy followed him - he hadn't changed her out of her clothes from yesterday last night, and they were in a terribly rumpled condition. When they arrived, she looked at the spring, then at Knuckles, then at the spring again. She undressed slowly, blushing and trying to cover herself with her hands.

"Amy... If you want me to go back to the house..." Knuckles began, the gravelly sound in his voice finally subsiding; he turned the other way and crossed his arms slowly. Even though he was trying to show her respect, it was plainly obvious that his mind was still riddled with thoughts of her.

"It's your Island," Amy said, trying to cover her breasts with her arms as well as the water.

"It's fine, I'll go if you don't want me here," Knuckles replied with a little hesitation; he uncrossed his arms and scratched his head a little before continuing, "You deserve the privacy, at least..."

"Yes," Amy said quietly, "Yes... I guess so."

"I guess I'll see you back at the house, then..." Knuckles said, before stealing a quick peak at Amy's body; he quickly looked away, realizing he should never have done that in the first place, as he began to feel his loins stir. No sense even trying to hide it any more... He meant to go back to his house, but before he knew what he was thinking he walked back to Amy and began to run his hands up and down her back, trying to find a tense point in her he could ease up.

Amy gasped, shocked. Once again, Knuckles was doing as he wished with her body, but this time... this time she rather liked it. If she forgot what he was capable of, her body started to relax more under his rubbing.

"Sorry, but you looked too tense for me to leave well enough alone..." Knuckles said in nearly a whisper, his hands finally resting on each side of her neck; he began to massage the area with his thumbs, before saying, "Hope this helps."

Amy closed her eyes, sighing, "Yes, that helps," she said, before she knew what she was thinking. She blushed heavily.

Knuckles moved his hands lower, down to just above her buttocks under the comfortably-warm spring water, and began to rub his forefingers and middle fingers along the bone, through her skin, "Any time," he said clearly.

Amy wriggled slightly, feeling Knuckles' warm breath on her neck. He was very close now, and she wasn't fighting him off... was that right? Shouldn't she be pushing him away? She felt a shiver pass through her body.

Knuckles continued to run one hand down to her rear as the other moved back up to her right breast, both hands feeling their respective parts in rhythm. "Is it ok...? One last time before you go back? I… I’ll probably never see you again…"

"I... I don't know," Amy said quietly. This was partly a lie. She didn't want to go back, not right now. And she didn't know how she felt either. She knew she should feel repulsed by the suggestion... but she didn't.

"If you don't want it..." he quickly removed his hands, "that's fine."

"It's not that I don't..." Amy blushed, "I... I want to find out if I do... I just don't know quite how..."

"I'm afraid I can't make that decision for you..." Knuckles said, surprising even himself once more, "Just tell me if... You know..."

Amy hesitated. Then she turned around to face Knuckles, and kissed him, tentatively.

Knuckles was taken aback slightly by her kiss, but quickly returned the gesture, slowly wrapping his arms around her back, being careful not to take it too quickly for her.

Amy found she was enjoying this kiss. Was it wrong? Her mind said it was, but it was being overruled by her body, as her hands rested on Knuckles' shoulders and the kiss deepened. He simply followed in her movements, slipping his own tongue between her lips as she did to him; the both of them played with each other's tongues for a while; both were enjoying this...

Amy felt another shiver run down her body; she had to force her lips to leave his, "It feels right..." she admitted quietly, "In here, it feels right," she rested one hand over her heart.

"I can make it feel right all over..." Knuckles told her. He moved his hand down to her left breast and began to lick it slowly and carefully, while he toyed with her right in his hand.

Amy sighed, feeling the thrill run through her again. She let Knuckles manipulate her breasts gently for a while, then brought his lips up to meet hers again.

Knuckles locked her in an embrace once more, this time his hands running down to her buttocks and squeezing both cheeks gently. She squirmed slightly. Her body was still half-submerged in the water, Knuckles was almost lying on the bank, and it wasn't a great position for either of them. She moved her hands down his back, letting her body do as it wished.

Knuckles moved his left hand to her front, now slipping his wet glove off that hand; he then began to rub the entrance to her womanhood, as gently as possible. Amy moaned softly into the kiss, still very nervous, her hand slipping down further, rubbing the base of his tail.

Knuckles let out a low moan as well, continuing deeper with his playing with her, shoving two fingers past the pink folds of her sex gently and moving them back and forth. She moved his hand away from her slit and to her sides gently, wanting to be more in control this time, rubbing his hips slowly.

Knuckles understood what she was doing, and moved his hands back up to her breasts; he played with each slowly, running his hands all over them, weighing them in his hands and massaging them with his thumbs. He raised his hands further to her face, pulling her towards himself into another kiss, and then slipping his hands back to her hips.

Amy moved her lips away from Knuckles', kissing his neck and shoulders lightly, while he continued to gently run his hands up and down the fur on her hips and around her lower back... He certainly didn't want this to stop now. Now that they were on better terms...

Amy pulled Knuckles closer, almost into the hot spring. She could feel her body reacting in nervous pleasure, but she was still relaxing thanks to his touch and the warm, soothing water. She began to stroke his belly, running her fingers through his fur. A strange moan emanated from his epicentre as she stroked his fur, his pleasure growing from the combined heat of the spring and her touch; he glanced down at his own cock as he felt it growing harder and harder for the same reasons...

Amy hesitated, then asked the question she needed to know the answer to, "Knuckles," she whispered in his ear, "If... if I asked you to stop now... would you?"

"Of course..." Knuckles said without thinking, thus shocking even himself to some extent; he began to ask himself the same question in his head. Would he be able to stop himself if she asked?

"I need to know," Amy felt scared, "I need to know that you... are not what you were... Will you stop if I ask you?"

"...I will..." Knuckles said in nearly a whisper into her ear.

Amy sighed in relief, "Thank you," she said quietly. She pulled Knuckles into the spring with her as he kicked off his shoes.

Knuckles allowed her to take him in without question, and as soon as he had the chance he began to kiss the patch of fur between her breasts delicately, his hands roaming elsewhere over her body. She tilted her head back, wrapping her arms around him, pushing his dreads aside lightly so that she could see his face better. He continued by running his tongue along her breasts, toying with the nipples and sucking them one at a time, and finally kissing each softly, before beginning to lick her belly, the tip of his tongue barely grazing her skin.

Amy sighed, her body tingling all over. She moved closer to Knuckles, her body pressing lightly against his. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach too... they were very close now.

Knuckles looked down at his manhood against her belly, and then back up to her face with a look of concern in his eyes, "Is it ok...?"

Amy swallowed, feeling very nervous, "Yes... yes it is."

Knuckles lifted her up slightly, until his erection waited at her entrance. He hesitated for a long moment, his breath caught in his throat… He didn't want to hurt her any more. He pushed in gently, feeling her tight opening quiver around his cock; it was the most amazing thing he could feel, now that he could enjoy it, now that they both could…

Amy squirmed and moaned, but because the warm water had relaxed her so, the entry was barely painful at all. She wrapped her arms around Knuckles' shoulders and pulled her body closer to his. He gasped as she pulled him further inside of her, feeling as though he'd explode any second from the pleasure of her womanhood over his own sex; he slowly began to pump in and out of her, very carefully.

Amy closed her eyes, feeling the water washing around them both, feeling the sun on her wet quills, feeling Knuckles thrusting into her gently, and she just enjoyed him taking it slow for once. He would have been sweating if it weren't for the water; now that both of them could enjoy such an intimate time and wallow in the afterglow of what was happening, he wished that he hadn't raped her in the first place... Both of them would've been virgins still, and it could've been... genuine… He slowly increased his pace, watching her face to make sure he wasn't hurting her.

Amy tuned in to his rhythm, holding him closer, moaning louder. She really was enjoying this... Her lips brushed against his neck again, and her hips pushed against his, as she did her best to keep time. It was tough though; her timing was all off because she wasn't thinking about sex, she was thinking about the pleasure she was recieving. Knuckles didn't seem to care if she was off or not, and it appeared to be for the same reason; he was enjoying it way too much to notice she was off on timing, and soon timing wouldn't matter. He felt his loins tense suddenly; he'd cum soon...

Amy moaned as she felt Knuckles tremble inside her. She wasn't sure if she was going to have an orgasm - no, strike that, she probably wouldn't - but it was, for all that, very pleasurable.

Knuckles continued to hold out as long as physically possible, basically forcing himself not to cum before she did; before long, it became far too intense to control any longer, and he groaned, "A-Amy... I'm gonna cum...!"

"Oh... Knuckles..." Amy could see the tension on his face, "Let it... happen..."

Knuckles almost immediately unloaded a massive amount of his seed into her insides, the tension in his face quickly releasing as did the tension in his groin; he slowly and steadily slid out of Amy, before sighing in relief and letting go of her hips that he had been holding onto the whole time.

Amy moaned once more as he slipped out of her, resting her head on his shoulder. She still wasn't sure in her head that she had done the right thing... but her heart had enjoyed it, enjoyed making Knuckles' own aching heart feel better, enjoyed making him happy for once.

He returned her gesture with a gentle hug, almost ready to burst with tears; he didn't deserve to have such a warm-hearted and sweet girl under him... He didn't want to let go, even though he knew he'd have to, "Thank you, Amy..." he whispered in her ear.

"No, Knuckles," Amy whispered back, "Thank you. Thank you for... for being gentle. I... I'm not scared of you any more... it's such a relief to know that..."

A nameless happiness awoke in Knuckles' heart to know that he'd made her happy after hurting her so much; "I'm glad I could do that much for you..."

They sat together for a long time, just enjoying each other’s warmth. Amy couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when she returned to Central City. She’d been missing for over a week, and her friends would want to know where she had been. She wasn’t sure what she was going to tell them either…

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The End

Harley: A fanfic with no orgasms on the female side at all! Thank you for putting up with it, people!

Darkhaven: Hey, did you notice? Amy didn’t go crazy!

Harley: She forgave Knuckles for raping her. Well, sort of. That’s pretty crazy, I’d say. Now people, review what you thought. And then go and listen to… uh… Oh yes! “Will The Sun Ever Shine Again?” by Bonnie Raitt.