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Blaze stirred and stretched, rising from the plush, satin cushions as the morning sun kissed her eyes. She rose and yawned, reaching one arm straight up as the other curled behind her head to grab the opposing shoulder. She eased again, then took in the quiet before the day properly began. She was one of the "Guilded Few" to be given personal quarters on the holy island of Lady Salaliya. The potpourri of the garden's myriad flora, and some fauna, drifted into her window, the hint of grilled and seasoned meat wafted in from somewhere on the island.
Blaze lowered her bare feet to the marble floor, stepping gingerly to the window and gazing out over the landscape. Lover and laborer alike strode the cobblestone paths below, some returning from their chores and commitments and others only now beginning. The blue foliage stretched for miles beyond her window, elegantly choking the view of structures off in the distance, some palaces, some temples, some made just because Salaliya felt like making them.
Blaze hoisted herself up and sat sideways in the window, the morning breeze teasing her naked body. From below, eyes turned her way. Men and women alike craned to watch the lilac feline. Their eyes, their attention, they warmed her.
A tingle ran through her body, a tinge of pink electricity. The thread of the benevolent bovine herself woven daintily into every helix of DNA of all those who reached the island. A permanent reminder their initiation nights and divine prima nocte, formally making each a member of Salaliya's wondrous harem.
The thread glowed and whispered to her.
They're watching you.
Her womanhood warmed, a light dampening of her thighs caressed her senses.
They envy you. They know Salaliya favors you.
Her hips tensed in a semi-thrust. A mewling moan escaped her throat.
You are beautiful. They lust for you. They want to share your bed and body.
Blaze's fingers dipped into her wetness, a spear of pink fire shot through her.
She looked below and watched her transfixed audience, taking immense personal satisfaction of every activity she'd interrupted. Vector, the green crocodile, spied her from the bushes. Amy Rose a pink hedgehog, blushed angrily up at Blaze, a half-finished tarot on the cloth before her. A wrestling match between Shadow and Knuckles had halted as the two stared slack-jawed up at the sight, alongside the audience of their own.
Then she saw him. The blue hedgehog, Sonic. He bathed alone in a small pond-like tub surrounded by plants and tress. The pink fire inside her leapt when she realized he was watching her back. She blushed when she saw he was blushing. His cock throbbed, solid and stiff, but he paid it no mind. He only watched, admired, lusted.
Her body tensed, she locked eyes with him, she bit her lip, and relinquished control. A pink shock rocked her body as an orgasm gushed free from her, dribbling down the wall. A few moans reached her ear from down below, and Amy angrily told Vector to watch his aim.
Blaze lifted her fingers up, smelling her own love as it glistened against the green sky. She brought it close, and licked it. More moans approved the encore. Blaze itched to give some gesture to her fans, but this would ruin the illusion. Blaze knew her morning ritual drew attention because of the voyeuristic burlesque performance, but she did what she could.
Blaze left her makeshift stage and stood before her silver mirror. Her fur and hair was a mess, tangled and uneven. She grabbed her loincloth and cuffs, placed them in a pink bag bearing the amethyst sigil of Salaliya, and left her quarters into the hallway.
Blaze sweetly blushed as heads turned. Her nudity on full and open display, hips and tail swayed with a refined and fluid rhythm. Bystander made way at her approach, jaws agape and loincloths tented.
For Salaliya...
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Steam from the shower warmed her body and mind. Giggling and conversation echoed from the other patrons of the bath house. Blaze chose the female-only baths for personal comfort. The thoughts of attending the mixed baths filled her mind with lurid fantasies that scratched a nagging itch.
Water pooled in a peculiar way in the corner of the cubicle's floor. Blaze leaned against the tiled wall and lifted her leg as though washing her calf.
"Hello, Espio," she whispered.
"Hello, Blaze," he replied.
"Enjoying the view?" Blaze smiled.
"Quite," he said.
"So, what news does my little voyeur have for me?" She toyed with him, caressing his belly with a teasing claw.
"I'm..." he stumbled adorably. "I've heard rumors Salaliya is about to give Tails and Rouge permission."
"Really?" Blaze was amazed. "They were the first ones she blessed! I bet it's going to be amazing!"
Blaze looked around to the other showers. None were occupied. No other patrons in sight.
"Would you mind washing my back?" Blaze turned her back to the corner of the stall.
"A-absolutely not." Espio's voice cracked his response.
The bodywash bottle lifted from her hand and squirted and lathered into suds by invisible hands. Blaze mewed and purred as experienced fingers ran through her fur and massaged her back.
"Your performances have drawn eyes."
"Oh, Espio, I know," Blaze cooed.
"And hearts."
Blaze's eyes widened.
"Sonic's been talking about you."
The pink warmth grew inside her.
"Hypothetical scenarios, specifically. Asking what foods you like and what you like to do." Espio leaned in. "What answer do you want me to give him?"
Blaze's head spun, mired in swirling giddiness.
"Blaze! There you are!"
Both Blaze and Espio jumped. The full and shapely body of Vanilla the Rabbit stepped into the entrance of the shower. Blaze backed up as much as she could against the wall. Espio's breath tightened and Blaze could feel his cock throbbing against her tail and between her ass cheeks.
"V-Vanilla," Blaze stammered. "W-w-what can I help you with?"
Vanilla stepped into the showed, towering over Blaze. The rabbit mother stood with her breasts uncomfortably close to Blaze's face.
"I wanted to let you know I wold be dancing tonight and I think you should come," Vanilla said, smiling. "I've been studying a new cantrip and I'd like to show you, too."
"Mm-hmm!" Blaze said, trying to sound calm. "Sure I'd love to watch you perform!"
Vanilla cocked an eyebrow.
"Is everything okay, sweetie?"
"Y-yeah, just a little worked up over seeing some girls making out in the shower earlier."
"Is that so," Vanilla smirked. She stepped closer, breasts pressing against Blaze's face. "Did they have breasts like mine?"
"O-o-one of them d-did."
"Well," Vanilla shifted away from Blaze and lowered her face to Blaze's level, mouths less than an inch apart. "Maybe I can help?" Vanilla's hand drifted between Blaze's legs and danced against her entrance. Blaze could do nothing but look back with pleading eyes into the rabbit's own hungry eyes.
The tension built.
"Who's my good girl?"
"I-I am..." Blaze blushed, feeling Espio still beneath her. This was private, this was intimate, but she had none to blame but herself for the chameleon's inclusion.
The fire burned brighter. Vanilla's fingers slid inside, squeezing and gliding. Blaze writhed and bit her lip. Her hips pushed back against the loving attention but also ground against the captive cock behind her.
"Such a sweet girl you are," Vanilla cooed lovingly. "Cum for me, baby."
Blaze fought against it. She tightened her abdomen, clenched her entranced, held her breath.
"Don't resist me," Vanilla kissed Blaze's nose. "Let me make you feel good."
The fire grew to a raging inferno, barely contained. Blaze looked deep into Vanilla's eyes. The inviting warmth and silken power. The body that dominated so many on the island, submissive only to the word of Salaliya herself. Blaze broke.
Waves of pleasure coursed through her, causing her to fall forward into the mother's loving embrace. Espio released his own load against Blaze's buttocks, concealed partially by the shower water. Vanilla stroked the back of Blaze's head as the cat's hips continued to thrust and grind against the masterful hand beneath her. Tears trickled from Blaze's eyes.
"There," Vanilla comforted. "Feeling better?"
Blaze nodded weakly. Her knees buckled beneath her. Her bones hummed with the incandescent ecstasy, held upright only by the support of the mother.
"Don't tell anyone, but Sonic's been asking about you." Blaze looked up with glistening, misty eyes. "He's stopped coming to bed with me. I think he might be saving himself up for you. Would you like me to help?"
"Yes, please!" Blaze hugged Vanilla back, nestling into her warm breasts.
"Great! Meet me backstage after the show! I've got something I know you'll love!" Vanilla kissed Blaze on the forehead. "I'll wash your uniform for you," Vanilla said, collecting Blaze's cloth and cuffs. "See you later!"
"Bye, mom." Blaze watched Vanilla's ass as the mother left.
"Mom?" Espio asked. Blaze chuckled.
"Just shut up and clean the mess you left on me."
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"And with a mighty roar, Perfect Dark Gaia's head split side-to-side, opening a giant mouth with city-sized eyes all in a row!"
Sonic the Hedgehog moved his arms apart to indicate size and scale to his audience. He stood at the edge of a puddle in the ground with a shiny surface. the images reflected were not the forest above nor the people at its edge, but the memories and accomplishments of the performer as he regaled the crowd with his past triumphs.
Blaze sat some distance away, peering through a split in the branches.
"Blaze?"
Blaze turned her head to the quiet voice. Tikal, an orange echidna girl held a small parcel in her hands and waited for confirmation. Blaze pried herself from the stories to greet the new arrival.
"Tikal, fancy seeing you here so late," Blaze said, smiling.
"Vanilla wanted me to bring your uniform back to you. She was very..." Tikal blushed. "Convincing..."
"Yeah, she's like that..." Blaze examined the cuffs. The silver gleamed, almost glowing in the setting sun. She slid them into place on her wrists and ankles and snapped them shut, closing with no visible seam. Blaze held up her loincloth and was stunned when she saw a kiss mark in red lipstick on the inside about where her crotch would be. "Of course she did."
"Oh, the flowers are in bloom," Tikal said, excitedly turning away from Blaze and bending to smell the blossoms. Blaze noticed sparkling fluids on Tikal's legs.
"Have some fun recently?" Blaze tied her loincloth on.
"Oh, did I miss some?" Tikal examined herself and saw the fluids in question. "Salaliya decided she wanted more echidnas and may try making a tribe out in the wilderness!"
"Wow!" Blaze hugged Tikal, practically dancing. "Mating under Salaliya's explicit order! Congratulations!"
"It's not just me, but we did it in Salaliya's personal quarters under her watch," Tikal said, an air of pride leaking in. "It was myself, Knuckles, and Shade. Salaliya said she wants some pure-blooded echidnas, at least for a while." Tikal looked over in the direction of Sonic's voice. "Why don't you go and talk to him?"
"I'm going to," Blaze said, shoulder slumped at her own hesitance. "I have a plan, but I keep getting distracted." Blaze leaned in and lowered her voice. "You know how Sonic was allowed to remember his life before being selected?" Tikal nodded. "I feel like I was part of his life then. I'm hoping that when he tells stories of his old life, that I might see myself in one of them."
Tikal kissed Blaze on the cheek and held her hand.
"Why don't you talk to him and ask him if he remembers you," Tikal reassured Blaze. "If he does, great! If he doesn't, then you have a clean canvas to paint your lives together!"
"You think he'll say yes?"
"Who would say no?"
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The black night sky twinkled with stars of every color like dusted gemstones. Braziers and torches filled the open air dining area with a fair amount of sorcerous light to easily see. Blaze sat at a table with Tikal, Amy, and Rouge, each with a drink and different appetizers before them. Blaze had two empty glasses already, but Rouge's eight finished drinks crowded the table.
"Feeling okay?" Amy eyed the empty glasses before Rouge.
"It's been seven months since either of us did anything fun." Sweat on Rouge's brow explained why she wore no makeup. Her legs crossed and her hips gently undulated. The scent of feminine arousal was on the air but was not certain it emanated from the bat. "Magical chastity for Salaliya is an honor but I hate seeing Tails like that."
Amy placed her hand on Rouge's.
"It's okay, you two will get through this," Amy said. "For Salaliya."
"For Salaliya." The three said in response. The four girls raised their drinks in toast. Rouge downed hers in a single gulp.
The lights dimmed and the stage illuminated. The crowd fell silent.
The curtain drifted upward, revealing a large closed flower. The orange petals parted and Vanilla slid free, eyes closed and body swaying and gyrating. The petals moved with her. After a few seconds it became clear they had been part of her dress.
The music a combination of thumbing drums and saxophones with some strings in accompany. Vanilla's motions were a practiced and veteran bellydance.
Vanilla stopped and pulled a petal from her dress and held it up.
He loves me.
She winked into the audience, kissed the petal, and discarded it.
From the crowd, a singular grunt could be heard.
Vanilla continued her dance, her beautiful body drew in every eye with her curves.
Another petal was plucked free.
He loves me not.
She gave another wink and another groan, this one closer, sounded.
Once more, Vanilla danced, her speed picking up, her hand slid across her body, her hips, her belly, squeezed her breasts together, and held another petal aloft.
Another wink, this time in the direction of the table where the girls were seated. Amy hunched over, strained, then let out a harsh moan. The other three girls turned to Amy, but their attention was stolen back as the music and dance picked up again.
Blaze noticed one petal remained covering Vanilla's front. Blaze watched it, unblinking, jaw slack, a thin trail of drool escaping her.
Vanilla and the music stopped, the petal already in Vanilla's hand, her leg postured to conceal the last bit of womanhood from the crowd.
Vanilla held the pose and the silence for longer than the previous two. She regarded the petal with a wistful expression before looking into the crowd, her eyes settling on Blaze.
She loves you! He loves you! I love you!
Vanilla winked at Blaze. In a crushing grip, her whole body tightened, racing to catch up to an orgasm already bursting forth. Blaze crossed her legs and closed her eyes but to no avail. She moaned and her nethers gave out, dispensing fluids onto the floor and seat.
Blaze and Amy exchanged exhausted looks. The expressions said it all.
"Wow."
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Blaze pushed the door open and quietly entered the performer dressing room. Vanilla sat fully nude in an upright reclining chair, smiling sweetly at the purple cat. Blaze closed the door and obediently locked it.
"Come here, sweetie."
"Yes, mom..." Blaze shed her loincloth and crossed the room, feeling Vanilla's eyes with ever step. She joined the rabbit and cuddled with her. Vanilla brought the chair into a full recline, allowing Blaze to nestle between her breasts. A combination of the warm and soft body, Vanilla's pleasing scent, and the steady heartbeat soothed Blaze to the point of almost falling asleep. Vanilla's hand stroked the back of Blaze's head again. Blaze began to absentmindedly thrust her body against Vanilla's almost as if trying to penetrate with a non-existent phallus.
"Do you want to know why you came during my dance?"
"You learned magic." Blaze's muffled voice responded.
"Would you like to learn how to do it, too?"
Blaze nodded. Partially in affirmation, partially because there was breast in her face.
"It's a quick one. It'll only take you a week and you'll be able to do what I did tonight. I'll even make sure Sonic is in the crowd."
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The sounds of the crowd outside pushed their way through the heavy curtains. Blaze breathed in and out.
You got this. They're here for you. They're all here for you.
Her nerves steadied but didn't quite ease.
It's just like your morning performances. We're just being honest about it now.
An image of Sonic's captivated gaze filled her mind.
The lights dimmed, the din faded.
Showtime.
The curtain lifted in a swirling spiral.
In the center of the stage, Blaze held a pose like a statue, braced on the ball of one foot, looking skyward with one hand reached up. Her usual attire, the slave uniform, was replaced now with a silver and gold bikini.
The music started, sitar and flutes, and Blaze began.
Her feet stepped in precise patterns, carrying her into measured and rhythmic stops. Her eyes opened and she cast a sultry, half-lidded gaze across the crowd. She felt them. Felt their eyes upon her.
More importantly, she felt them respond to her magic.
She could feel exactly where Sonic was in the crowd and could feel he was already in her net.
Blaze's hands started to glow and pink fire ignited in her palms. She danced and twirled in a combination of acrobatics and ballet, leaping and spinning. The crowd gasped and clapped when the fires came out, a reaction that intensified when similar fire issued from her feet.
She cast fleeting glances into the crowd and felt their response. Each and every member of the crowd built so very slowly, but each and every member's eyes stayed glued to Blaze.
A glance toward Sonic and the spike of his response told her the next phase was ready.
She slowed just enough that her body could be seen clearly. She allowed her fire to ignite her already skimpy bikini. The clothing burned brightly, eliciting cheers from the crowd.
Blaze picked up the speed, flinging the burning tatters to the wind. The glowing embers both teased the audience and worked as an impromptu firework display.
The audience's anticipation built. They were wrapped around her claws. Her toys. Her food. Her slaves.
But only one mattered here tonight.
Her motions and speed increased, more than even she thought possible. A warmth entered her she'd not felt since Salaliya herself bedded the feline upon her arrival.
Make me proud!
"As you request, my Lady."
Blaze became whirling tornado of pink fire, building and spinning.
All at once, the music, the fire, it all stopped. All that remained was a fully nude Blaze the Cat, back to the crowd. She looked over her shoulder, held up a single finger, ignited one more pink flame, and winked.
The crowd exploded in excitement and orgasm in equal measure. In the raising lights, Blaze could see Sonic at his table. His exhausted expression told her she'd been successful.
Blaze strode from the stage, glowing with pride and satisfaction.
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Blaze strode through the cobblestones of the Garden. The serenade of crickets filled the air. Her slave uniform now back as she waited. Her hooks were in, she just needed to wait.
"Blaze!"
She turned to face the voice. Sonic the Hedgehog in the flesh, raced toward her.
"Blaze! I don't know how to say it other than... WOW!"
"Thanks." Blaze scolded herself. How could she muster nothing better than 'thanks?'
"I've uh.. I've been watching you... in the mornings..." Sonic said flustered. "And uh... I've been wanting to ask you for a while if you'd like to do something?"
"That sounds nice."
SERIOUSLY?
Blaze's chest tightened as she realized her plan had ended at the stage exit and had nothing for this, the most crucial part of the plan.
Sonic approached.
"I also heard you wanted to ask me something similar?"
"Mm-hm!"
DAMMIT!
Sonic stared back, confused. His expression lightened as a thought visibly popped into her head.
"Are you nervous? Just say yes or no."
Blaze nodded sheepishly.
"Oookay, that makes sense." Sonic loosened up. "Don't worry, just breathe in and out. Nerves can be like that. I'll be right back, just take a second and remember, you're an awesome person."
Sonic zoomed away, leaving Blaze in the night. She took a moment to allow her thoughts to stop racing. Blaze swore and started walking along the paths, trying to push thoughts from her head in an attempt just to get her head back under control.
A sound drifted from down the lane, catching Blaze's attention. She followed the sounds and peered around the corner toward one of many love alcoves and saw Tails and Rouge.
The two occupied a large red cushion, several bottles of chilled wine each bearing the mark of Salaliya's personal stock. Silver rings adorned the fingers of the two lovers. The two lost deep in each other's eyes, their faces telling the story of seven months of sexual denial finally allowed to release. Nothing else mattered in their world, only their love for each other.
"Blaze?"
Blaze perked up at Sonic's voice. Sonic approached and saw the fox and bat, then quietly retreated. Blaze followed.
"So happy for those two! Glad they finally got Salaliya's blessing!" Sonic turned to face Blaze again. "Still nervous?"
Blaze nodded.
"Don't worry." Sonic offered Blaze a small purple flower. "I found a great place out in the forest. It's kinda like my spot, you know? These little guys grow all over there. I see them and think of you every time. I know they aren't quite the right shade to match your fur, but I think of you all the same." Sonic looked Blaze in the eye and gave her a reassuring and confident smile. "We've got all the time in the world. You already know my answer." He bowed and held the flower out for her to take. "All you need to do is ask the question.
Blaze reached a timid hand toward the flower.
I got this.