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UB2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?

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The Pointless Action Sequence

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Universe Backstabber 2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

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Me: I was feeling kind of unimaginitive, so I gave this chapter a nice, predictable title. Oh, come on, you can guess what's going to happen - it's the pointless action sequence!

Sonic: Woot! I'm bigger and stronger than Tails, so I'll win, right?

Me: Meh, whatever. Some jerk tried to plagiarise this story on Fanfiction.net the other day. That's one reason I didn't update earlier. Neither names or aliases will be mentioned, because they took my fiction down when I told them to. Nor will I report them to Fanfiction.net, because I said I wouldn't. If they're reading this, I'd like to thank them for their co-operation, and tell them not to do it again.

Sonic: Wow, someone liked your fiction enough to copy-paste it and call it their own!

Me: It's happened before. Now, let's get on with the action sequence that is basically a bridge.

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Chapter 8: The Pointless Action Sequence

Sonic lifts the heavy ornament. It's become rapidly clear that Nack isn't coming.

"This is it," he snarls, "This is how it's gonna end - you versus me, mano a mano, ninja fight scene?"

"If you want it that way, sure," I answer.

Suddenly he hesitates, "Please Miles, I love you!" he pleads, "Let me hold you, let me kiss you. Let me make love to you. You can't have enjoyed raping Amy, right?"

I shudder, "But I did, Sonic, I did. I regret it now, but... I enjoyed it, because she was a woman, and... because I had power over her."

He looks dissappointed, "But Miles, you can still be bisexual, right?"

"Sonic, I don't think that a relationship between you and me would work, even if I was bisexual," I say.

"It can," he insists, and suddenly he moves fast, pinning me against the wall, "We'll make it work."

"It won't work anywhere other than in your head, Sonic," I say simply. But inside, I'm terrified.

I pull out my stun gun and point it at Sonic, but before I can fire, he spin-dashes me against the wall again, knocking it out of my paw. I dodge as he throws the ornament at me, leaving a dent in the wall. I'm weaponless. He's got the gun.

"Now who's the man?" he asks me, leering.

I say nothing.

"Now I know it's gonna be tough for you," Sonic wraps his arm around my waist in an attempt to be seductive, his other hand pressing the stun gun against my head. If he fires, I'm a gonner, "But I'm sure I can persuade you to see it my way. After all, I'm a good looking guy, and you're one cute fox. So, how bad can it be?" He breathes in deeply, kissing my neck.

"I'm not that way," I repeat, trying to back away from him, "Sonic, please try to understand that yes, you're a good looking guy, but I don't find you attractive in THAT way."

Sonic just nuzzles my cheek with a low moan, "You will soon though," he answers me, running his hands down my body and climbing on top of me, kneeling on my arms. His lips search out mine; they're rough and hard, and the kiss he administers is as rough as they are. He's kissing me, and it feels so wrong.

"Sonic," I mumble through a mouthful of him, "Sonic, please stop..."

His only response is a strangled moan; as I struggle underneath him, his hands start to undress me, and the stun gun drops from his paws as he starts to grope my fur and flesh with louder moans of pleasure, every intent of his now clear. My struggles become more desperate, and I manage to get my arms free. He's so turned on now, he doesn't even notice. Now is my only chance. I reach behind me, my own paw closing around the ornament. I swing - but he catches my hand and twists it away.

"No, no, no, lover boy. Now I'm gonna hafta punish you for that." Sonic runs his tounge over my chest, gripping me tightly and continuing to kiss me. I don't want this. I don't want it to be like this. But I don't have many choices.

I bring my free fist up to hit him, but he catches that arm too. Finally out of desparation, I kick him sharply in the groin instead, and he stiffens up with a whimper. I throw him off me and bring the ornament down hard on his head.

Sonic's unconcious, and I'm breathing hard ready to hit him again, half-hoping that I have to. I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life. The events of the last hour wash over me, like a wave. Sonic is gay. Sonic lied and tried to convince the world that I am gay with him. No, he didn't lie. He was crazy, but he didn't lie. He was just saying what was in his head.

What the hell am I supposed to do with him now?! Part of me wants to kill him for what he's done, and part of me just wants him to be my friend again. Like it used to be. When I was blissfully ignorant of his feelings for me. I know I have to take him to Robotnik, but part of me doesn't want to. Whatever my choice, things can never be the same. Never.

I tie his hands above his head, and his feet together too. Nack wasn't here to help, but I still did it. I'm the one. The Man, as it were. The one who captured Sonic The Hedgehog.

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Go To Chapter 9

Sonic: Uh, Harley... I just got trashed in that Pointless Action Sequence.

Me: Yes, well, have you ever noticed how the games are easier to complete with Tails? That means he must be stronger and more skilled than you, Sonic! And besides, Tails is a merc now. That makes him cool. And it's vital to the plot that he beats your head in.

Tails: Woot! Go me! I am the man! I am cool! I am gonna trash Robotnik's fat ass!

Me: Well, actually, I haven't decided whether I'll let you win yet or not. It's not nessecery for you to win to make a UB3.

Tails: You what?

Me: It's a decision between finding you, finding your corpse, or finding your incarcerated and tortured body in Robotnik's prison. But, such is life. There's at least another chapter to write before I have to decide.
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