And here Shadow had been thinking he was entirely immune to these carnal physical feelings- he guessed he was completely wrong, though, the hedgehog could barley grasp his reaction to what it was he had reacted this way to.

Perhaps that was a bad description, he knew why but he couldn’t believe it was happening. The way that suit fitted, hugged every curve, accentuated the figure he barely realised she had underneath that concealing sky blue gown— Ngh- No! 

Eyes squeezing shut for a moment Shadow could do nothing but mentally scold himself; how disgusted he was with his own thoughts and feelings right now. He was not a pervert and she was not an object to be leered at. He loved her but not possibly in that way- these were thoughts he denied as much as he could. 

But what he couldn’t deny what his body was doing to him right now. No matter how hard he tried, it betrayed him in every possible way; cheeks flushed pink, fur beginning to feel slightly warm and clammy, like a hot coat in a heated room and the worst of all… 

He had to do something- he couldn’t be seen- maybe pants would of been a good idea for a male mobian such as himself- they may of avoided a lot of embarrassment, though this hadn’t exactly happened to him before. It wasn’t much- just a peek, but the problem was it was there and it wasn’t entirely concealed by his natural covering, which was apparently failing him as well. Just as everything else was. 

Like a whipped dog he scurried away, some place he hoped would be more private and sat, hunched with his hands before him, a meagre attempt to conceal anything, from anyone who- he hoped- would not come looking for him. Not right now. 

He barely understood his body’s reaction to such a thing, or what he was suppose to do to fix it; so hiding and mentally scolding himself would have to do. He wasn’t even sure how he was suppose to face the world- much less Maria after this little fuck up anyway 
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It couldn’t hurt, right? He wasn’t doing anything wrong; it wasn’t as though it wasn’t his own body, and even if he didn’t entirely understand, he could touch it if wanted to…?  Or so he thought, rather uncertain but also rather uncertain about what else he should do, he knew he couldn’t possibly be seen this way-  and that was something he was certain of. 

While it wasn’t much it was still uncomfortable, grating at him to do something about it, yet he hesitated, the Professor had never told him anything about this before, all he knew was bits and pieces that he had been told by the beings calling themselves anonymous and he wasn’t sure they could be trusted. In fact, he was certain they couldn't be. 

However, he had been trying to ignore and it had became obvious ignoring it wasn’t doing him any good, it hadn’t budged- at least, not in the way he had hoped. It still peeked tauntingly from its natural place, hidden with his fur coat and a lose, partially retractable layer of skin;  his sheath that protected the quickly stiffening organ within- hence causing him such discomfort. 

Slowly, quietly with the hedgehog’s crimson eyes upon himself he carefully rolled his finger around it’s outside, feeling its warmth through his glove he continued like this for a moment, gently tracing his finger around its base. It became a rhythm he followed for pleasure rather than anything else, a pleasure that saw an opposite reaction- as oppose to what he was hoping for.

Rather than slipping back inside he seemed to have inflamed it more, though in his quiet delight he had barely noticed his growing until he sat with a fully erect member. Taking a breath, the hedgehog saw little else to do but continue and as much as it were to contrary of what he aimed for, it felt right. This time with far more to work with, he took hold and carefully began in a different motion to the one he had used previously, this time as though he were working a pump.

It wasn’t long before a soft, murmur of indulgence escaped him without thought. Untranslatable and almost inaudible, it wouldn’t be his last as the hedgehog had quite quickly became lost in himself. He would like to think that he was concertinaing on what he was doing, but honestly, he wasn’t-  in fact, there was barely a thought running though his mind, at this point he was merely doing what felt right.. Or rather... What felt good. 

More than good in fact but he couldn’t describe it- how did you describe better than good? Ah- it didn’t matter and soon enough with the quickening of his breath and subconscious bucking of his hips a, warm build up suddenly expelled, causing his body to tense- but only briefly. It felt as though the world around him had stopped for that moment as Shadow’s thoughts quickly returned to him, along with an undeniable feeling of relief. 

While his erection certainly hadn’t disappeared all together he sure felt better, he felt almost entirely relaxed- well- right up until the hedgehog, moving his hand noticed something he hadn’t yet seen before.

A yolky white substance, all over his gloved hand and strung to his dying  erection. What it was had Shadow in a state of puzzlement… Had it come from him?.. Why? He rose his hand, quietly examining whatever it was, as best he could… He couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned - was it something normal- or had he done something wrong.

… Very wrong?  He had no way to tell- this, as enjoyable as it were, was still a first for him and the whitish gel was definitely a new something to discover. In doing the most natrual, primal and first thing that had popped into his mind the hedgehog brought his hand up to his muzzle to give a little sniff, nose wiggling with interest, it didn't seem the strange new substance had a scent- not a strong one any how... His sniffing had only followed up by a small and cautious lick- his tongue poking out quickly to catch a little taste of the new liquid- a strange, faint, salty taste adorning it.

He could only assume, at this point, that it was normal- it came from him, so therefore it had to be normal- right? 

… Wasn't like he could go and tell anyone about it anyway...