Loner

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Loner

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Darkhaven3

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Harley: This is a very, very ugly story with a lot of violence and rape in it. If you don’t want to see Amy raped viscously and repeatedly, stop reading right now.

Darkhaven: Unlike most fics, which start nice and get ugly, this fic starts ugly and gets even worse.

Harley: We’re talking nasty here. So don’t say I didn’t warn you. Oh, and Knuckles, Amy, Rouge and Sonic don’t belong to me or Darkhaven. Also, this is my first fanfic with Darkhaven. Mostly created to help him get a grip on his RPing skills. Oh, and this fanfic has no relation to the much more pleasant (and also much better) fanfic A Rose And A Thorn, even though Amy does work in a flower shop.

Darkhaven: This fanfic isn’t very deep; it’s more for the casual pervert rather than the absorbed pervert. And it’s not especially long either. But if you enjoy it… hey, we’re not gonna complain!

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Chapter One: Loner

It was dark, and Amy Rose Blossom was shutting up late at the flower shop where she worked. She had no idea that she was being watched – or that the watcher had been doing so for several months now, on and off.

He was sidling along the wall on the other side of the flower-shop, his vision obscured slightly by the wall but not completely covering up his view of Amy as she locked the door to her shop; he twisted his foot slightly as he shifted pressure onto it, giving him a slightly better view of her...

She suddenly dropped her keys to the door, forcing her to bend over to pick them up. As she bent over to pick up the keys, he couldn't help but stare as her cute rear came into view, and he bit his lip until the blood came.

If you’re ever going to do it, do it now, the voice in his head commanded.

He shifted out of his original position and crept slowly up on her as she picked the keys out of the gutter, then as she straightened, grabbed her round the waist, pinning her arms to her sides, and clamped one hand over her mouth tightly.

Amy screamed in fear, but the large, gloved hand muffled her voice. She thrashed around, trying to fight free, but whoever it was, was far too strong for her.

He tightened his grip around her slowly, keeping her from fighting her way free; he then began dragging her towards the alley on the opposite end of the flower shop from where he had been watching.

“Mmmph!” Amy squealed, kicking at him.

He just tightened his grip as he dragged her alone, squeezing her flesh in his hands, shivering in a perverted kind of pleasure, and stuck the hand that held her waist up her dress. He rummaged around for a few moments, and then pulled down her panties quickly.

Amy gasped as she suddenly realised what her attacker's intent was, and tried to scream louder, while trying to twist around to see his face.

He twisted her head in the opposite direction, struggling to keep his own face out of her plain sight, all the while his cock growing stiffer against her back, turned on by her struggles; he then pulled one of her tight buttocks to the side a little, allowing himself entrance to her insides. He tightened his grip over her mouth and drove his dick straight up her tight ass.

Amy screamed louder, so loud that it could actually be heard through the thick glove over her mouth. She focused on it for a moment, and froze up. She knew those gloves... oh no… oh god... oh shit... oh this could not be happening, "Mmmph-mmmph?!" she managed, through the rising clouds of pain.

He grunted in acknowledgement, doing no more for the moment than continue his assault. After a few painful moments, he answered her muffled scream gruffly, "Stay quiet and I won't drop you right here..." he said in the most threatening voice he could muster, then went back to deep-rooted grunts of pleasure as he shoved himself in and out, to and fro, mercilessly, pulling her back against him.

Amy could barely breathe, but she knew she was crying; she could do nothing to save herself. Tears were running down her cheeks like rivers. Struggling made it hurt far more. She wanted to ask why he was doing this, but she couldn't, his grip on her mouth was too firm. She wanted to get away, but he was too strong. So she stood there and wept in fear and pain.

He forced his way in and pulled out continuously, before allowing one hand to slip down to the folds of her vagina, where he began to rub slowly along her lower lips, feeling the slippery juices that emanated from it; it was unbelievable how tight she was, and he was sure he'd blow soon.

Amy writhed in forced pleasure, and tried to beat her hands against her attacker’s stomach. She might as well have attacked a brick wall with marshmallows, "Mmmph?!" she managed.

He paid no attention to her as he drove himself that much closer to his climax, and her muffled yells were somehow echoing through her intestines and over his tensed penis, which caused him to explode with such force that it almost hurt him. His cock wilted and slipped out of her ravaged anus, and his breath steadied quickly...

He was still pleasuring Amy, with what pleasure she could have in this terrible position, his left hand rubbing her slit while his right was clasped firmly over her mouth.

Amy could feel hot blood and semen trickling down her butt. She tried to pull free of him again, nearly collapsing in his arms, and he pulled a trick he'd learned a few years ago; he shifted one arm across her neck and the other vertically on the side of her face, and pulled back into her neck; not enough to knock her out, but enough to make her dizzy; he let her go, and she fell back into the wall to their right.

She started to crawl away, not wanting anything more to do with this... this ‘man’ whom she had once trusted. She gave up, and looked up at him, into his crazed violet eyes, "Why?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

Knuckles the Echidna stared down at her, "Because you're the hottest thing on my mind right now, and I'm not passing up any chances... Besides, it gets pretty damn lonely on that stinking island."

"You're crazy..." Amy whispered, staggering to her feet, using the wall for support.

"That may be, but my point is, I've had my fun and that's all I wanted. Call the cops on me, do whatever you want; it doesn't matter. I've relieved myself of the urges I've had for God-knows-how-long for you." He continued his emotionless stare at her, not moving a muscle.

Amy stared for a while, "What happened to the Knuckles I used to know?" she asked him, her voice a whisper, "He'd fight like a demon to protect his friends... not to hurt them..."

"He died the moment I got back to that fucking island. You know how cold and lonely it gets up there? How pointless it feels sometimes, to guard some damned rock 24-7? I’ll tell you what, it’s pretty damn horrible without somebody else to share it with..." he continued, his rant degenerating into mumbled nonsense; his current insanity was plain to see.

"But... we thought you were happy being alone," Amy said nervously. She pulled up her knickers shakily, hoping not to provoke him again.

"For a while. But I was really getting sick of it. Being alone is nothing to be happy about - unless you're some mindless hermit... And now, I feel a whole lot better," he continued in his mindless babble seamlessly, before throwing himself at her once more.

"NO!" Amy shrieked, "Knuckles, you don't need to do this!" She tried to fight him off, but once again it was pointless.

"You have no idea how much I do need this, Amy," he growled quietly, lifting her skirt, dragging her knickers back down, and pushing into her, immediately forcing himself past her virgin barrier; he didn't care about suppressing her cries anymore, he really needed to hear them.

Amy started to scream again, her cries now unchecked as hot blood flowed down her vagina. The terror was raw and red hot now, if it hadn't been before, "Stop, oh god stop!" she pleaded.

"No fucking way," he continued in a suppressed rage, his cock slipping in and out of her tight canal like a hot knife through butter, "You know as well as I do that this feels good... You know you want to cum all over me..." he said as he noticed her squeals were getting higher-pitched with every time he bottomed out of her.

Amy twisted again, looking into Knuckles' eyes, He's not going to stop, thought the one last part of her brain capable of rational thought, Oh god, he's gone crazy... "No, no, it hurts, please Knuckles, it hurts," she sobbed, "Please stop..."

Knuckles simply drove deeper, only slowing down a little as he neared his emotional peak once again; he exploded deep inside her, and with one last thrust he leaked the last of his juices into her and pulled out slowly, watching the blood that dripped from his manhood in combination with her love-juices and his own.

If Knuckles hadn't still been holding her against the wall, Amy was pretty sure she would have fallen to the floor. All she could say now was, "Why me?"

"I told you, you were the hottest thing on my mind..." he answered her, cleaning the blood and juices from his slippery cock with his own glove; "You’re the best and Rouge is too damn loose..." he added.

"I thought you loved her... she thought you loved her..." Amy slumped to the ground.

“There's no passion to that whore. She'd lick you up for a nickel tops," he replied, looking at her with such anger that it looked like he might as well spontaneously catch on fire.

Amy pulled up her knickers again, "And I suppose raping me makes you feel a whole lot better," she asked bitterly.

"Yep," he said as if it were plain-as-day, though he was essentially lying to himself; what he really wanted was passion, but the raw pleasure he'd just granted himself was almost as good, even if it was missing that final passion he’d wanted to feel from Amy, “I’ve had my fill of you – for now.”

Amy stood up shakily, "I'm calling the cops," she said, her voice shaking, "Like you wanted." She pulled a cell phone out of her purse and started to dial.

Knuckles watched for a few seconds, then smiled rather cruelly, eyeing her as she dialled; he rushed straight up to her once more, knocking the cell-phone to the ground and stamping on it, "Maybe I lied..."

Oh god he's going to do it again, Amy thought. She twisted free of Knuckles madly and started to run, tripping on the knickers around her ankles, falling, and hitting the ground heavily, her head knocking against a metal dustbin quite hard. She passed out.

Knuckles looked down at Amy's half-naked body with a look of almost certain hysteria over his face; He considered his options for a few seconds, before finally going with the best... He walked over to her and slid her knickers back up under her dress, then lifted her up and over his shoulder, peeking outside the alley to make sure that no-one would be watching as he made a run for it, dashing through the city and straight back to his island...

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Harley: Oh yeah… Knuckles raping Amy and kidnapping her… that is nasty. And not very deep either.

Darkhaven: Knux/Amy fans are going to kill us. But for the rest of you, what do you think? Come on, I really need to know.

Harley: Yes he does. Come on, tell what you think. We need to know. Dark’s only a beginner, he needs all the advice he can get. And then get over to the next chapter. When it's up.