UB2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
13,128
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Blinded
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Universe Backstabber 2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
Free WTF for every reader!
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Me: WARNING!!! WARNING!!! ANOTHER RAPE FANFIC! Just thought I should warn you. You know, in case you're expecting a happy love story for a change? I don't do those. You'll already know that, if you've read my other stuff. I'm all out for the Shock Factor in this story.
This is a continuation from my last story, "The Worst Night Of My Life", starting seven months after it ended. Do NOT expect to see a lot of Nic and Nack in it. They're in it, but it's not their fic. I never actually planned for this to be a sequel, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. These are the character's ages in Universe Backstabber.
Shadow: ??? (hey, you didn't think I was going to give him an age did you? That would be practically sacreligious)
Robotnik: 53
Vanilla: 47
Nack: 27
Big: 26
Espio, Rouge, Nic: 25
Sonic, Knuckles, Vector, Charmy: 24
Tikal: 22
Tails, Amy: 18
Cream: 14
Me: NONE of the above characters belong to me. They belong to Sega and Sonic Team. And Nic belongs to Archie. I didn't write the song 'Lonely Girl' either! It was Pink!
Thankyou for paying attention. Now enjoy the story.
~~~
Prolouge...
You might be interested to know that this is all starting about six months after we finally defeated Robotnik. Well, not so much defeated, as killed. Well, actually it was suicide. It was inevitable, really. The poor old psycho finally decided that he was too old to keep fighting us, and gave up.
You might be interested to know that Robotnik blew up all his bases, all his companies, all his casinos and all his robots. Even the ARK, which he inherited from his grandfather Gerald Robotnik. Made one hell of a mess doing it.
You might be interested to know that he destroyed Angel Island in the final battle. Nuked it off the atmosphere of the planet, in fact. The whole Team barely got off it alive. Before now, he'd always tried to capture it, for the Master Emerald. I guess he wanted to cause as much damage as possible on his way out.
You might be interested to know that he shot himself in the head. His body was found later in the middle of Station Square. I guess he wanted to end his life the way he lived it. With a bang.
Heh heh… with a bang... Funny funny...
You might be interested to know that after Robotnik killed himself, we weren't heroes any more. Well, we were still heroes, but it was the past, pure and simple. Nobody cared about us any more. Nobody needed us to save their world, see? I guess we never realised how much we relied on the world being grateful towards us for saving their butts.
You might be interested to know that was when the real problems began.
~~~
Chapter One: Blinded
The story's already spread all over Station Square. All over the city. And being so well known, well, that only helps the story spread. All my so-called friends know it, and have been subtly avoiding me. Making excuses. All because of the story.
What's the story?
What's the story, morning glory?
I laugh, and some of my drink goes down the wrong way. I choke on it for a few seconds. It's the exact same story that was just a rumour for so long. Now it's not.
I'm gay.
At least, that's the story, morning glory.
Well, part of it, anyway.
And I only found out two days ago in a different bar, when some drunken hobo staggered up to me and asked me to come home with him. I told him I wasn't gay. The entire bar burst into derisive laughter. God, that was so humiliating. The fight that started because of that drunk was pretty humiliating too.
I know who spread the rumour. There's only one person with a really good reason to do it.
This is all Amy's fault.
Bitch.
I even know why she did it. It's the reason for all the stupid things she's been doing lately. Making herself look prettier with makeup, trying to lose weight with boxercise, writing dumbass love letters. You can always tell which ones are from her. She sprays them with Eau de Rose. Probably. All perfumes smell the same to me. And if that fails, she always writes on pink paper. With red ink. And dots the 'i's with little hearts.
I don't even know why I noticed any of it. Just that I did, perhaps because it was pushed into my face. But I don't love her. I'll never love her. Not even if she took back all that shit she said. Which she won't. Not now.
But she might after I'm done with her.
~~~
The next day is even worse, if such a thing could be possible. Everybody is avoiding me now. It's like I've got some contagious disease or something. It would be pathetic on their part even if I was gay.
The first person to visit me all day is the guy I rent my apartment from. He smells of beer and ignorance.
"Sorry kid," he says, "You'll have to move out."
"Why?" I ask him. I've been up to date on my rent lately for a change, and it's not like I've been causing trouble like some of the other tenants. Then it hits me, "Oh. It's because I'm gay, isn't it." It's not a question. It's a statement.
"It's nothing personal. But some of my male tenants are getting edgy. Saying that it's you or them. And they pay more than you do anyway. And more regularly too. And there's more of them."
"At least give me a couple of weeks to get another place!" I protest.
"You got until the weekend. Start packing." He slams the door. I hear his footsteps receding down the corridor.
I start packing about an hour after he leaves, throwing my stuff into cardboard boxes. Two days. Two days to find a new place to live. Well if that doesn't make my day complete.
This is all Amy's fault.
Bitch.
~~~
I'm at work now. Yeah, work. We all had to get jobs since we stopped being heroes. The guy who owns and runs the Kwik-E-Mart hates me anyway, mostly because he's a prejudiced bastard, and he's just waiting for an excuse to fire me. Technically, he can't fire me for being gay, so he's been on my back all day, waiting for me to do something or say something he can use against me. I've saved the world a couple of hundred times, and all he does is complain that I'm not stacking the shelves properly. Ungrateful prick.
It just has to be this day of all days that a bunch of homophobic twats come into the shop. Upon seeing me, they start throwing around disgusting comments. I'm trying to stack about two hundred Diet Coke glass bottles in a pyramid while on edge. The shop owner deliberately gives me these kinds of jobs. One of them throws a stone at me. He's a bad shot, and he misses. But it starts the others off. The inevitable happens.
The entire pyramid crashes down with a shot from a well-aimed coke can. About a hundred bottles smash.
You guessed it. I'm fired.
Oh, well, I knew this was coming sooner or later. At least I had a smashing time.
Heh heh... smashing time... Funny funny...
That sort of joke isn't so funny when it's applicable to you.
~~~
One day until the weekend. One day until I'm homeless as well as jobless. I can't find another place either, because the story's gotten so far around. I'd have to move out of Station Square, out of the country even.
I guess there are downsides to being famous after all. You're supposed to be a role model, so everybody's watching you. You do one thing wrong, and they never let you forget it.
This is all Amy's fault.
Bitch.
I find myself getting angry, which is strange, because it doesn't normally happen.
Amy did this to me. For some cheap shot at revenge. Because she can't get her man. Because she can't handle the idea that she doesn't have what it takes. Because if she can't have him, no girl is going to have him.
Because she's jealous, she's decided that it will be a cheap laugh to ruin my life. I look at myself in the mirror. The landlord cut off the water supply yesterday evening, and there's no way to wash, in this apartment anyway. I'm a mess. There's no way in hell that I'll get another job in time looking like this. It'll be less than 24 hours until I'm homeless, and I already look like a hobo.
~~~
I've been walking around the market for about an hour now. Bought a long black coat, and a hat. You know, Matrix style. They cover me nicely. I look pretty cool in them, even if I do say so myself. I don't feel like being recognised any more, especially since some bastards beat me up and trod on my head today. I take off the coat and hat, and put them in a bag for later.
Just then, I see Amy with her shopping buddy, Cream. And Cheese the Chao. Amy is holding at least half a dozen bags with designer names on them. Cream is just holding some Chao Kibble and a Chao plushie.
"Hey there, honey," says Cream, winking. I try to ignore her. She's sure grown up in the past two years though. Not so innocent any more. Still cute though.
"No point in you flirting, Cream," says Amy. She sneers, "You won't get any response."
The two girls giggle and swan away with their purchases. Cream doesn't look as if she gets it completely. I feel sorry for her, but not much. I'm much too angry to feel sorry.
~~~
It's a lot later in the day now. In fact, it's the evening. At least I still get served in this bar. But nobody's paying any attention to me. Then again, it's the sort of place where if you do pay attention, you get a knife in your eye. I'm trying to keep my face hidden, but I'm recognisable enough anyway. The alcohol is making me feel better, slowly.
Some stupid whore cat is shaking her booty in front of me. I wait until the dance is over, then I push ten bucks down her knickers, slap her on the tail end, and send her away. I'm not in the mood for that sort of thing, not tonight anyway. And I don't have the money to spare. I just want to get thoroughly hammered.
At last, just when my vision is getting nicely blurry, some other bitch comes up to me and gives me a lap dance. I don't remember much about it. I just remember waking up in a back alley afterwards, lying in a pool of my own vomit, missing my wallet. That's my 'good day' completely over. Heading home is out of the question when you can hardly walk. So I move out of the vomit, and lie down on some bare concrete instead. I'd lie in the nice, soft dumpster, but some other lucky hobo has grabbed it first. I never realised how many pathetic homeless jerks there are in this city. In a couple of days, I'm going to be one of them.
This is all Amy's fault.
Bitch.
Throwing up has somewhat improved my sobierity. I can see exactly what kind of situation I'm in. And I know what I have to do.
~~~
I'm standing outside Amy's apartment right now, hammering on her door.
"Come on, bitch!" I yell, "I know you're in there!"
She opens the door. Doesn't seem too happy to see me. I'm not surprised.
"Fuck off, gaybo," she sneers.
"I know you're the one who spread those damn lies about me," I say, "What the hell do you think you're doing, saying I'm gay, bitch?"
"How do I know you're not?" she asks me, "You never show any interest in any girls, so maybe you prefer to fuck guys?"
"Maybe I'm not ready for a fuck yet, unlike a certain pink slut I know?" I suggest.
"Maybe it's 'cus your balls haven't dropped yet?!" she yells at me.
"It's always sex with you, isn't it Amy?" I yell at her, "You're nothing but a fucking... whore!"
"Cocksucker!"
"Slag!"
"Wanker!"
She slams the door in my face, "Hey, I'm not done with you, bitch!" I shout, "I heard the stories about you too! You're the only girl on the block who's fucked every guy on the block!"
"Cept you!" she screams out of a window, "Faggot!"
"Ooooh, Sonic won't go out with me so he must be gay!" I mimic her voice pretty well, even if I do say so myself, "That's your excuse for everything, tramp! Well, fuck you!"
~~~
It's a week later.
I swear, I couldn't stand it any more. The jeering. People avoiding me. All because of the lies Amy told. The more I deny it, the more they think it's true.
It's about 2 in the morning now. Breaking into Amy's apartment was a breeze with my skills. Then I start walking around her house. Car keys, low calorie candy, makeup, I'm careful to put them all back where I picked them up from. I take a large knife from her kitchen and hide it in my coat. I don't know why. I just do.
I go into Amy's bedroom next. It's pink to the extreme. There's drawers full of clothes, and pictures of hearts and Chao everywhere. Pictures of Amy too. It's mildly sickening. Fucking vain bitch.
I open one of Amy's dresser drawers at random. Nothing interesting in here. I try another one. This one is more promising. I push my hands into Amy's underwear, sifting through them. White, red and pink. Lots of pink. It's curiously exciting, the prospect of getting caught. I pull out a random piece of underwear. A bra. I look at it for a few seconds, then drop it, and pick out something else. Knickers. After a few seconds, I smell them. They smell of cleanness. Not Amy. Not yet. That's nice, I suppose.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!" There's a high pitched screech behind me. I whip around. Amy is staring at me. She looks furious, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
"Uh..." Isn't it obvious? Even a dumb bitch like Amy should know. I'm being a pervert. But I don't feel up to saying that right now though.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!" Amy slaps me, or at least she moves to slap me. I catch her hand. She tries to slap me with her other hand. I catch that one too. Geez, I'm fast, "GET OUT, GAYBO!" she screams.
That gets me. The only reason I'm a 'gaybo' is because she says so, the bitch. I throw her on the bed roughly. She's already getting up, furious, reaching behind her back to pull out her Piko Piko Hammer. But I'm faster than her. I'm already pinning her down on the bed.
You probably know what I'm going to do by now. She doesn't. She doesn't think I'm capable of it.
I run my fingers through her pink spikes.
"Want to know something? You're actually quite beautiful," I whisper, pinning her down roughly.
"Th-thankyou..." she stammers. She's suddenly terrified. I can tell. But she isn't half as terrified as she should be. I grab a handful of her spikes and pull her head back, kissing her heavily. Then I pull the knife out of my coat and press it against her neck. I revel in her expression. Now that's fear.
Then I start to pull at her little red dress. After about a minute of tugging, I become impatient and start to rip it off with my gloved hands, tearing at the shoulder straps, then at the seams. And she starts to scream. That sure gets on my nerves.
"So I'm gay, am I?" I say, throwing aside my hat, showing my ears.
I pull off her bra roughly. Then her knickers. Now she's stark naked. Now I know why I noticed before. I am, most definitely, not gay. I roll her onto her front quickly and tie her hands behind her back with the belt of my coat, and throw that aside too, showing my fur.
I reach behind her and turn on the radio. I turn the volume right up. Nobody is going to bother us. Nobody. A familiar guitar riff starts up. The neighbours start to thump on the walls. I ignore them, pulling my gloves off.
"Is this what gay people do?" I ask her, running my bare hands over her body.
She chokes out the cloth, "No! No, you're not gay! Please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY I SAID THAT YOU'RE GAY!!!" she wails.
"Why, is there something wrong with gay people?" I ask her, my hands searching over her body.
"No! NO! PLEASE GOD, NO!!!" she screams.
"There's no god here," I say, "Just me."
"NO!" she screams again.
"Scream louder bitch, I didn't quite catch it that time," I sneer, grabbing a handful of her spikes and pulling her head back again. I start to kiss her roughly. I can't stop; the sensation of her soft lips against mine feels so good. With my free hand, I grope her breasts fiercely, and she cries out in muffled pain. She doesn't have a chance. Cloth or no, she can't scream. She claws at my chest, trying to push me away. God, I'm loving this.
I break the kiss, and she starts to cry.
"Please..." she sobs, "Oh, please god no... I take it back... I'm sorry... I was wrong... Please, just stop... Oh god, stop..."
I shake my head, "Too late for sorry, slut," I say, "If this is the only way to prove my sexuality to you... so be it."
Sliding my other hand down her body, I push three fingers into her vagina, pushing in deeply a few times, feeling her wetness. She gives a muffled squeal of pain. Her body's responding, even if she's still protesting. She tries to scream again. She'd be better off saving her breath for the upcoming ordeal. I force her legs apart, then straddle her, pushing against her a few times. She can't push me off. She's not strong enough. But I love her struggles all the same. I love the feeling of power their failure brings.
I feel myself swelling under my pants; is it the sight of her naked, beautiful body that's turning me on, or is it just the total control I exercise over her? It doesn't matter, I pull off my belt, then my trousers, then my boxers. No more holding back, no more waiting; I thrust straight into her deeply, all the way. She screams in pain, and I love it. I pull out briefly, fooling her into a false sense of security, making her think it's over. Then I thrust back in again, even harder this time, and she screams again, louder, if it's possible.
I kiss her again, silencing her screams. This time I don't break away. I keep going.
In, out. In, out.
Groan in pleasure.
Short rest.
Start over again.
In, out. In, out.
Listen to her muffled cries.
Watch as tears roll down her cheeks.
In, out. In, out.
Speed up.
In, out. In, out.
Laugh.
In, out. In, out.
Groan louder.
Push her over onto her chest.
Hold her down tightly.
"Now for something new..." I groan.
"No... no..." Amy gasps, trying to look at me. I kiss her violently again. God, it's great hearing her beg like that.
I ram straight into her tight little butthole. Shit but it feels so good...
In, out, In, out.
What I'm doing is disgusting. Despicable. Nightmarish. Horrific. Insane. Evil.
At least, that's probably what Amy thinks.
I'm rather enjoying this feeling, this feeling of power.
In, out. In, out.
The way she flails around under me, the way her soft chest is heaving with sobs, the way her cries are muffled by my lips pressed hard against hers; fuck, every second I am inside of her feels so good.
In, out. In, out.
Release. My semen runs into her but, then overflows and goes down her legs.
Finally, I'm done. She's done. She groans, not in pleasure, but a painful, exhausted, choking gasp of agony. The sheets are sticky with her blood and my semen.
I pull out of her and relax. But I'm not leaving her side. Not just yet. I keep a tight hold of her. It's not like she can get away; she's exhausted, but she won't fall asleep any time soon. She continues to cry.
I fall asleep on top of her.
~~~
It's morning now, and I'm still lying here, next to her. She never fell asleep. I'm only now waking up.
Why?
Why did I do it?
I listen to the sound of the radio pounding out its music. It was playing all night, and I feel like the song will never end. Maybe it never will.
"I can remember,
The very first time I cried,
How I wiped my eyes,
And buried the pain inside,"
Slowly, I'm realising what I've done. Amy is still naked. Still crying. Still raped. And I'm the one responsible. There's blood and sperm mixed all over the bed, all over both of us.
"All of my memories,
Good and bad that's passed,
Didn't even take the time, to realise,"
I'm sick. I mean, really sick. The worst kind of sickness, the kind that doesn't show.
"Staring at the cracks in the wall,
'Cus I'm waiting for it all, to come to an end,
Still I curl up, right under the bed,
'Cus it's taking over my head,
All over again,"
Why did I do it?
Because I know exactly why that arrogant bitch spread that story. Just to get back at Sonic. Yeah, he wouldn't go out with her if she paid him. She finally realised it, but she couldn't stand the idea that it was her fault. So it was his. If he doesn't go out with her, he's gotta be gay. I can't believe how vain she is.
And who's his gay friend? Who better than the weirdo he's always hanging out with?
"Do you even know who you are? (I guess I'm trying to find)
A borrowed dream or a superstar? (I want to be a star)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have?"
Bet you thought I couldn't do it, huh?
She tries to get up and away from me. So I wrap my tails around her waist.
Yeah, you saw me.
Tails.
Miles 'Tails' Prower.
I did it.
I raped Amy Rose Blossom.
"Lying awake,
Watching the sunlight,
How the birds will sing,
As I count the rings, around my eyes,"
Hell, she deserved it.
Hell, I enjoyed it.
I can't believe how much I enjoyed it.
"Constantly pushing,
The world I know aside,
I don't even feel the pain,
I don't even want to try,"
I roll onto my side and look down into her face, "I'm not gay now, am I, bitch?" I whisper in her ear.
She shakes her head silently.
"Good answer."
"I'm looking for a way to become,
The person that I dreamt up,
When I was 16,"
I stand up and pull on my coat again. It covers my extra tail completely. I can't stop grinning. Now I finally know why people make such a big deal about sex.
It's just a shame that I lost my virginity by raping someone.
"Oh, nothing is ever enough,
Oh, baby, it ain't enough,
Or what it may seem,"
I turn back and look at her as I button up my trousers, "And now, now you've got a really good reason why Sonic won't go out with you," I say, sneering, "Not because he's gay, because he isn't, and you know it. Because he doesn't go for dirt like you."
"Do you even know who you are? (I'm still trying to find)
A borrowed dream or a superstar? (Everybody wants to be)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have?"
"You made me dirty..." she sniffles. Gods, she's pathetic. I watch her for a while, listening to the music in the background.
"Sorry girl, Tell a tale for me,
'Cus I'm wondering,
How you really feel,"
"I'm a lonely girl,
I'll tell a tale for you,
'Cus I'm just trying to make,
All my dreams come true,"
"Ain't nothing there now that wasn't waiting for a chance to come out," I say, untying her bonds as she lies there limply, and pulling the belt around my waist. "Now listen, whore, if you tell anybody about this... I'll come back here again and I'll fuck you again, and next time I'll do it so hard I'll kill you."
"Do you even know who you are? (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A borrowed dream or a superstar? (Oh, I wanted to be a star)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell, I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have? (I guess not, I guess not)"
The chorus repeats, over and over in my head. I can't shut it out. I can't shut out the memory of what I've done either.
"Do you even know who you are? (Oh, I'm trying to find)
A rising dream or a falling star? (Oh, I have all these dreams)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have? (No, no)"
I leave the house to the sound of the chorus. The sun's just rising and the birds are tweeting. And I'm now a rapist. It's an ugly word. A word with a lot of finality. Once it's done, you can't go back. You can never go back.
And that's the story, morning glory.
Well, part of it anyway.
~~~
End of Chapter One: Blinded
Me: Three important points you should know before you review.
1: I don't hate Tails. I just got sick of all the nearly identical fanfics portraying him as a homosexual, and all the nearly identical fanfics portraying him as an innocent yaoi rape victim.
2: I don't hate Amy. She's just the most convenient victim.
3: I don't hate homosexuals.
So, if your review is going to say any of those things; well, I just won't listen to it. But I'll still appreciate the fact that you've read my fanfic and bothered to review it.
Universe Backstabber 2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
Free WTF for every reader!
~~~
Me: WARNING!!! WARNING!!! ANOTHER RAPE FANFIC! Just thought I should warn you. You know, in case you're expecting a happy love story for a change? I don't do those. You'll already know that, if you've read my other stuff. I'm all out for the Shock Factor in this story.
This is a continuation from my last story, "The Worst Night Of My Life", starting seven months after it ended. Do NOT expect to see a lot of Nic and Nack in it. They're in it, but it's not their fic. I never actually planned for this to be a sequel, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. These are the character's ages in Universe Backstabber.
Shadow: ??? (hey, you didn't think I was going to give him an age did you? That would be practically sacreligious)
Robotnik: 53
Vanilla: 47
Nack: 27
Big: 26
Espio, Rouge, Nic: 25
Sonic, Knuckles, Vector, Charmy: 24
Tikal: 22
Tails, Amy: 18
Cream: 14
Me: NONE of the above characters belong to me. They belong to Sega and Sonic Team. And Nic belongs to Archie. I didn't write the song 'Lonely Girl' either! It was Pink!
Thankyou for paying attention. Now enjoy the story.
~~~
Prolouge...
You might be interested to know that this is all starting about six months after we finally defeated Robotnik. Well, not so much defeated, as killed. Well, actually it was suicide. It was inevitable, really. The poor old psycho finally decided that he was too old to keep fighting us, and gave up.
You might be interested to know that Robotnik blew up all his bases, all his companies, all his casinos and all his robots. Even the ARK, which he inherited from his grandfather Gerald Robotnik. Made one hell of a mess doing it.
You might be interested to know that he destroyed Angel Island in the final battle. Nuked it off the atmosphere of the planet, in fact. The whole Team barely got off it alive. Before now, he'd always tried to capture it, for the Master Emerald. I guess he wanted to cause as much damage as possible on his way out.
You might be interested to know that he shot himself in the head. His body was found later in the middle of Station Square. I guess he wanted to end his life the way he lived it. With a bang.
Heh heh… with a bang... Funny funny...
You might be interested to know that after Robotnik killed himself, we weren't heroes any more. Well, we were still heroes, but it was the past, pure and simple. Nobody cared about us any more. Nobody needed us to save their world, see? I guess we never realised how much we relied on the world being grateful towards us for saving their butts.
You might be interested to know that was when the real problems began.
~~~
Chapter One: Blinded
The story's already spread all over Station Square. All over the city. And being so well known, well, that only helps the story spread. All my so-called friends know it, and have been subtly avoiding me. Making excuses. All because of the story.
What's the story?
What's the story, morning glory?
I laugh, and some of my drink goes down the wrong way. I choke on it for a few seconds. It's the exact same story that was just a rumour for so long. Now it's not.
I'm gay.
At least, that's the story, morning glory.
Well, part of it, anyway.
And I only found out two days ago in a different bar, when some drunken hobo staggered up to me and asked me to come home with him. I told him I wasn't gay. The entire bar burst into derisive laughter. God, that was so humiliating. The fight that started because of that drunk was pretty humiliating too.
I know who spread the rumour. There's only one person with a really good reason to do it.
This is all Amy's fault.
Bitch.
I even know why she did it. It's the reason for all the stupid things she's been doing lately. Making herself look prettier with makeup, trying to lose weight with boxercise, writing dumbass love letters. You can always tell which ones are from her. She sprays them with Eau de Rose. Probably. All perfumes smell the same to me. And if that fails, she always writes on pink paper. With red ink. And dots the 'i's with little hearts.
I don't even know why I noticed any of it. Just that I did, perhaps because it was pushed into my face. But I don't love her. I'll never love her. Not even if she took back all that shit she said. Which she won't. Not now.
But she might after I'm done with her.
~~~
The next day is even worse, if such a thing could be possible. Everybody is avoiding me now. It's like I've got some contagious disease or something. It would be pathetic on their part even if I was gay.
The first person to visit me all day is the guy I rent my apartment from. He smells of beer and ignorance.
"Sorry kid," he says, "You'll have to move out."
"Why?" I ask him. I've been up to date on my rent lately for a change, and it's not like I've been causing trouble like some of the other tenants. Then it hits me, "Oh. It's because I'm gay, isn't it." It's not a question. It's a statement.
"It's nothing personal. But some of my male tenants are getting edgy. Saying that it's you or them. And they pay more than you do anyway. And more regularly too. And there's more of them."
"At least give me a couple of weeks to get another place!" I protest.
"You got until the weekend. Start packing." He slams the door. I hear his footsteps receding down the corridor.
I start packing about an hour after he leaves, throwing my stuff into cardboard boxes. Two days. Two days to find a new place to live. Well if that doesn't make my day complete.
This is all Amy's fault.
Bitch.
~~~
I'm at work now. Yeah, work. We all had to get jobs since we stopped being heroes. The guy who owns and runs the Kwik-E-Mart hates me anyway, mostly because he's a prejudiced bastard, and he's just waiting for an excuse to fire me. Technically, he can't fire me for being gay, so he's been on my back all day, waiting for me to do something or say something he can use against me. I've saved the world a couple of hundred times, and all he does is complain that I'm not stacking the shelves properly. Ungrateful prick.
It just has to be this day of all days that a bunch of homophobic twats come into the shop. Upon seeing me, they start throwing around disgusting comments. I'm trying to stack about two hundred Diet Coke glass bottles in a pyramid while on edge. The shop owner deliberately gives me these kinds of jobs. One of them throws a stone at me. He's a bad shot, and he misses. But it starts the others off. The inevitable happens.
The entire pyramid crashes down with a shot from a well-aimed coke can. About a hundred bottles smash.
You guessed it. I'm fired.
Oh, well, I knew this was coming sooner or later. At least I had a smashing time.
Heh heh... smashing time... Funny funny...
That sort of joke isn't so funny when it's applicable to you.
~~~
One day until the weekend. One day until I'm homeless as well as jobless. I can't find another place either, because the story's gotten so far around. I'd have to move out of Station Square, out of the country even.
I guess there are downsides to being famous after all. You're supposed to be a role model, so everybody's watching you. You do one thing wrong, and they never let you forget it.
This is all Amy's fault.
Bitch.
I find myself getting angry, which is strange, because it doesn't normally happen.
Amy did this to me. For some cheap shot at revenge. Because she can't get her man. Because she can't handle the idea that she doesn't have what it takes. Because if she can't have him, no girl is going to have him.
Because she's jealous, she's decided that it will be a cheap laugh to ruin my life. I look at myself in the mirror. The landlord cut off the water supply yesterday evening, and there's no way to wash, in this apartment anyway. I'm a mess. There's no way in hell that I'll get another job in time looking like this. It'll be less than 24 hours until I'm homeless, and I already look like a hobo.
~~~
I've been walking around the market for about an hour now. Bought a long black coat, and a hat. You know, Matrix style. They cover me nicely. I look pretty cool in them, even if I do say so myself. I don't feel like being recognised any more, especially since some bastards beat me up and trod on my head today. I take off the coat and hat, and put them in a bag for later.
Just then, I see Amy with her shopping buddy, Cream. And Cheese the Chao. Amy is holding at least half a dozen bags with designer names on them. Cream is just holding some Chao Kibble and a Chao plushie.
"Hey there, honey," says Cream, winking. I try to ignore her. She's sure grown up in the past two years though. Not so innocent any more. Still cute though.
"No point in you flirting, Cream," says Amy. She sneers, "You won't get any response."
The two girls giggle and swan away with their purchases. Cream doesn't look as if she gets it completely. I feel sorry for her, but not much. I'm much too angry to feel sorry.
~~~
It's a lot later in the day now. In fact, it's the evening. At least I still get served in this bar. But nobody's paying any attention to me. Then again, it's the sort of place where if you do pay attention, you get a knife in your eye. I'm trying to keep my face hidden, but I'm recognisable enough anyway. The alcohol is making me feel better, slowly.
Some stupid whore cat is shaking her booty in front of me. I wait until the dance is over, then I push ten bucks down her knickers, slap her on the tail end, and send her away. I'm not in the mood for that sort of thing, not tonight anyway. And I don't have the money to spare. I just want to get thoroughly hammered.
At last, just when my vision is getting nicely blurry, some other bitch comes up to me and gives me a lap dance. I don't remember much about it. I just remember waking up in a back alley afterwards, lying in a pool of my own vomit, missing my wallet. That's my 'good day' completely over. Heading home is out of the question when you can hardly walk. So I move out of the vomit, and lie down on some bare concrete instead. I'd lie in the nice, soft dumpster, but some other lucky hobo has grabbed it first. I never realised how many pathetic homeless jerks there are in this city. In a couple of days, I'm going to be one of them.
This is all Amy's fault.
Bitch.
Throwing up has somewhat improved my sobierity. I can see exactly what kind of situation I'm in. And I know what I have to do.
~~~
I'm standing outside Amy's apartment right now, hammering on her door.
"Come on, bitch!" I yell, "I know you're in there!"
She opens the door. Doesn't seem too happy to see me. I'm not surprised.
"Fuck off, gaybo," she sneers.
"I know you're the one who spread those damn lies about me," I say, "What the hell do you think you're doing, saying I'm gay, bitch?"
"How do I know you're not?" she asks me, "You never show any interest in any girls, so maybe you prefer to fuck guys?"
"Maybe I'm not ready for a fuck yet, unlike a certain pink slut I know?" I suggest.
"Maybe it's 'cus your balls haven't dropped yet?!" she yells at me.
"It's always sex with you, isn't it Amy?" I yell at her, "You're nothing but a fucking... whore!"
"Cocksucker!"
"Slag!"
"Wanker!"
She slams the door in my face, "Hey, I'm not done with you, bitch!" I shout, "I heard the stories about you too! You're the only girl on the block who's fucked every guy on the block!"
"Cept you!" she screams out of a window, "Faggot!"
"Ooooh, Sonic won't go out with me so he must be gay!" I mimic her voice pretty well, even if I do say so myself, "That's your excuse for everything, tramp! Well, fuck you!"
~~~
It's a week later.
I swear, I couldn't stand it any more. The jeering. People avoiding me. All because of the lies Amy told. The more I deny it, the more they think it's true.
It's about 2 in the morning now. Breaking into Amy's apartment was a breeze with my skills. Then I start walking around her house. Car keys, low calorie candy, makeup, I'm careful to put them all back where I picked them up from. I take a large knife from her kitchen and hide it in my coat. I don't know why. I just do.
I go into Amy's bedroom next. It's pink to the extreme. There's drawers full of clothes, and pictures of hearts and Chao everywhere. Pictures of Amy too. It's mildly sickening. Fucking vain bitch.
I open one of Amy's dresser drawers at random. Nothing interesting in here. I try another one. This one is more promising. I push my hands into Amy's underwear, sifting through them. White, red and pink. Lots of pink. It's curiously exciting, the prospect of getting caught. I pull out a random piece of underwear. A bra. I look at it for a few seconds, then drop it, and pick out something else. Knickers. After a few seconds, I smell them. They smell of cleanness. Not Amy. Not yet. That's nice, I suppose.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!" There's a high pitched screech behind me. I whip around. Amy is staring at me. She looks furious, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
"Uh..." Isn't it obvious? Even a dumb bitch like Amy should know. I'm being a pervert. But I don't feel up to saying that right now though.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!" Amy slaps me, or at least she moves to slap me. I catch her hand. She tries to slap me with her other hand. I catch that one too. Geez, I'm fast, "GET OUT, GAYBO!" she screams.
That gets me. The only reason I'm a 'gaybo' is because she says so, the bitch. I throw her on the bed roughly. She's already getting up, furious, reaching behind her back to pull out her Piko Piko Hammer. But I'm faster than her. I'm already pinning her down on the bed.
You probably know what I'm going to do by now. She doesn't. She doesn't think I'm capable of it.
I run my fingers through her pink spikes.
"Want to know something? You're actually quite beautiful," I whisper, pinning her down roughly.
"Th-thankyou..." she stammers. She's suddenly terrified. I can tell. But she isn't half as terrified as she should be. I grab a handful of her spikes and pull her head back, kissing her heavily. Then I pull the knife out of my coat and press it against her neck. I revel in her expression. Now that's fear.
Then I start to pull at her little red dress. After about a minute of tugging, I become impatient and start to rip it off with my gloved hands, tearing at the shoulder straps, then at the seams. And she starts to scream. That sure gets on my nerves.
"So I'm gay, am I?" I say, throwing aside my hat, showing my ears.
I pull off her bra roughly. Then her knickers. Now she's stark naked. Now I know why I noticed before. I am, most definitely, not gay. I roll her onto her front quickly and tie her hands behind her back with the belt of my coat, and throw that aside too, showing my fur.
I reach behind her and turn on the radio. I turn the volume right up. Nobody is going to bother us. Nobody. A familiar guitar riff starts up. The neighbours start to thump on the walls. I ignore them, pulling my gloves off.
"Is this what gay people do?" I ask her, running my bare hands over her body.
She chokes out the cloth, "No! No, you're not gay! Please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY I SAID THAT YOU'RE GAY!!!" she wails.
"Why, is there something wrong with gay people?" I ask her, my hands searching over her body.
"No! NO! PLEASE GOD, NO!!!" she screams.
"There's no god here," I say, "Just me."
"NO!" she screams again.
"Scream louder bitch, I didn't quite catch it that time," I sneer, grabbing a handful of her spikes and pulling her head back again. I start to kiss her roughly. I can't stop; the sensation of her soft lips against mine feels so good. With my free hand, I grope her breasts fiercely, and she cries out in muffled pain. She doesn't have a chance. Cloth or no, she can't scream. She claws at my chest, trying to push me away. God, I'm loving this.
I break the kiss, and she starts to cry.
"Please..." she sobs, "Oh, please god no... I take it back... I'm sorry... I was wrong... Please, just stop... Oh god, stop..."
I shake my head, "Too late for sorry, slut," I say, "If this is the only way to prove my sexuality to you... so be it."
Sliding my other hand down her body, I push three fingers into her vagina, pushing in deeply a few times, feeling her wetness. She gives a muffled squeal of pain. Her body's responding, even if she's still protesting. She tries to scream again. She'd be better off saving her breath for the upcoming ordeal. I force her legs apart, then straddle her, pushing against her a few times. She can't push me off. She's not strong enough. But I love her struggles all the same. I love the feeling of power their failure brings.
I feel myself swelling under my pants; is it the sight of her naked, beautiful body that's turning me on, or is it just the total control I exercise over her? It doesn't matter, I pull off my belt, then my trousers, then my boxers. No more holding back, no more waiting; I thrust straight into her deeply, all the way. She screams in pain, and I love it. I pull out briefly, fooling her into a false sense of security, making her think it's over. Then I thrust back in again, even harder this time, and she screams again, louder, if it's possible.
I kiss her again, silencing her screams. This time I don't break away. I keep going.
In, out. In, out.
Groan in pleasure.
Short rest.
Start over again.
In, out. In, out.
Listen to her muffled cries.
Watch as tears roll down her cheeks.
In, out. In, out.
Speed up.
In, out. In, out.
Laugh.
In, out. In, out.
Groan louder.
Push her over onto her chest.
Hold her down tightly.
"Now for something new..." I groan.
"No... no..." Amy gasps, trying to look at me. I kiss her violently again. God, it's great hearing her beg like that.
I ram straight into her tight little butthole. Shit but it feels so good...
In, out, In, out.
What I'm doing is disgusting. Despicable. Nightmarish. Horrific. Insane. Evil.
At least, that's probably what Amy thinks.
I'm rather enjoying this feeling, this feeling of power.
In, out. In, out.
The way she flails around under me, the way her soft chest is heaving with sobs, the way her cries are muffled by my lips pressed hard against hers; fuck, every second I am inside of her feels so good.
In, out. In, out.
Release. My semen runs into her but, then overflows and goes down her legs.
Finally, I'm done. She's done. She groans, not in pleasure, but a painful, exhausted, choking gasp of agony. The sheets are sticky with her blood and my semen.
I pull out of her and relax. But I'm not leaving her side. Not just yet. I keep a tight hold of her. It's not like she can get away; she's exhausted, but she won't fall asleep any time soon. She continues to cry.
I fall asleep on top of her.
~~~
It's morning now, and I'm still lying here, next to her. She never fell asleep. I'm only now waking up.
Why?
Why did I do it?
I listen to the sound of the radio pounding out its music. It was playing all night, and I feel like the song will never end. Maybe it never will.
"I can remember,
The very first time I cried,
How I wiped my eyes,
And buried the pain inside,"
Slowly, I'm realising what I've done. Amy is still naked. Still crying. Still raped. And I'm the one responsible. There's blood and sperm mixed all over the bed, all over both of us.
"All of my memories,
Good and bad that's passed,
Didn't even take the time, to realise,"
I'm sick. I mean, really sick. The worst kind of sickness, the kind that doesn't show.
"Staring at the cracks in the wall,
'Cus I'm waiting for it all, to come to an end,
Still I curl up, right under the bed,
'Cus it's taking over my head,
All over again,"
Why did I do it?
Because I know exactly why that arrogant bitch spread that story. Just to get back at Sonic. Yeah, he wouldn't go out with her if she paid him. She finally realised it, but she couldn't stand the idea that it was her fault. So it was his. If he doesn't go out with her, he's gotta be gay. I can't believe how vain she is.
And who's his gay friend? Who better than the weirdo he's always hanging out with?
"Do you even know who you are? (I guess I'm trying to find)
A borrowed dream or a superstar? (I want to be a star)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have?"
Bet you thought I couldn't do it, huh?
She tries to get up and away from me. So I wrap my tails around her waist.
Yeah, you saw me.
Tails.
Miles 'Tails' Prower.
I did it.
I raped Amy Rose Blossom.
"Lying awake,
Watching the sunlight,
How the birds will sing,
As I count the rings, around my eyes,"
Hell, she deserved it.
Hell, I enjoyed it.
I can't believe how much I enjoyed it.
"Constantly pushing,
The world I know aside,
I don't even feel the pain,
I don't even want to try,"
I roll onto my side and look down into her face, "I'm not gay now, am I, bitch?" I whisper in her ear.
She shakes her head silently.
"Good answer."
"I'm looking for a way to become,
The person that I dreamt up,
When I was 16,"
I stand up and pull on my coat again. It covers my extra tail completely. I can't stop grinning. Now I finally know why people make such a big deal about sex.
It's just a shame that I lost my virginity by raping someone.
"Oh, nothing is ever enough,
Oh, baby, it ain't enough,
Or what it may seem,"
I turn back and look at her as I button up my trousers, "And now, now you've got a really good reason why Sonic won't go out with you," I say, sneering, "Not because he's gay, because he isn't, and you know it. Because he doesn't go for dirt like you."
"Do you even know who you are? (I'm still trying to find)
A borrowed dream or a superstar? (Everybody wants to be)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have?"
"You made me dirty..." she sniffles. Gods, she's pathetic. I watch her for a while, listening to the music in the background.
"Sorry girl, Tell a tale for me,
'Cus I'm wondering,
How you really feel,"
"I'm a lonely girl,
I'll tell a tale for you,
'Cus I'm just trying to make,
All my dreams come true,"
"Ain't nothing there now that wasn't waiting for a chance to come out," I say, untying her bonds as she lies there limply, and pulling the belt around my waist. "Now listen, whore, if you tell anybody about this... I'll come back here again and I'll fuck you again, and next time I'll do it so hard I'll kill you."
"Do you even know who you are? (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A borrowed dream or a superstar? (Oh, I wanted to be a star)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell, I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have? (I guess not, I guess not)"
The chorus repeats, over and over in my head. I can't shut it out. I can't shut out the memory of what I've done either.
"Do you even know who you are? (Oh, I'm trying to find)
A rising dream or a falling star? (Oh, I have all these dreams)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have? (No, no)"
I leave the house to the sound of the chorus. The sun's just rising and the birds are tweeting. And I'm now a rapist. It's an ugly word. A word with a lot of finality. Once it's done, you can't go back. You can never go back.
And that's the story, morning glory.
Well, part of it anyway.
~~~
End of Chapter One: Blinded
Me: Three important points you should know before you review.
1: I don't hate Tails. I just got sick of all the nearly identical fanfics portraying him as a homosexual, and all the nearly identical fanfics portraying him as an innocent yaoi rape victim.
2: I don't hate Amy. She's just the most convenient victim.
3: I don't hate homosexuals.
So, if your review is going to say any of those things; well, I just won't listen to it. But I'll still appreciate the fact that you've read my fanfic and bothered to review it.