Everyday Life With Mobian Girls

Episode One: Free Rent and Full Benefits

Anon brushed his hair back one more time. He wasn't exactly nervous, but perhaps he was a little apprehensive. And a little nervous, too. He hadn’t actually expected to be chosen when he signed up for that weird ‘situational experiment’ that he had come across while browsing the internet. He had only done it because it said that anyone who qualified would have their rent, grocery, and utility expenses paid for the duration of the experiment. At the time, Anon had figured any excuse to have someone else pay his bills was a good excuse, so he filled out the survey and went on with his browsing.

Honestly, Anon had forgotten all about it. That is, until the morning he answered a knock at his door to find a rather professionally dressed woman there to inspect his home and conduct the follow up, face to face interview. Karen was her name. Anon had a hard time believing he had been chosen. He was just an ordinary guy. He had never won anything more than a call in radio quiz before.

Karen had explained to him that he was actually exactly the kind of person they wanted to find. Anon was an extremely generic guy. The kind of guy that you see everyday but never notice. He wasn't super smart, super rich, or even super popular. He was extraordinarily ordinary. He could have been anyone. And that's what made him the perfect candidate to represent the human aspect of their experiment. They needed people like anon to represent the human aspect because the other participants were, well.. they weren't human.

Mobians, they were called. Sure, everyone had heard about them these days, those strange little animal people who had showed up a while back and saved the world from some mad scientist, or something like that. Apparently, at that time, they had stayed with the family of some famous actress. Anon couldn't remember exactly. He knew about as many details as someone trying to remember an old Saturday morning cartoon show that they'd only ever seen a few episodes of.

They had eventually returned to their home, which was a parallel dimension, or something, another fact Anon wasn't sure about, because existing in Anon’s own dimension for an extended period of time threatened to unravel the fabric or time and space itself. Or something. The more Anon tried to remember, the more he realized he didn't know, and in turn, the dumber he felt. So he had given up trying to think and focused on getting the details from Karen.

All this had happened some manner of time ago, and since then, technology had advanced enough to allow safe travel between there and here. Meaning the Mobians could return to earth without the danger of destroying the universe. That was good, Anon thought. Destroying the universe would put a serious dent in his weekend plans.

So, it came down to the government looking for willing participants, sponsors, as it were, to open their homes to the Mobians. The ones that had been here before had integrated well enough, but the higher up suit wearing types thought that seeing as how all that happened while the world was in so much danger of being destroyed might have put a little undue stress on any Mobian-Human relations. They wanted to see how well these interdimensional aliens and humans to get along under normal, mundane circumstances.

Mundane was Anon’s middle name. Anon Mundane Kun. High School graduate, early to mid twenties, worker of a nine to five job (well, seven to three, actually, but it made the same difference), no criminal record. Your everyday average guy. Anon was, simply but, Anon.

Anon had spent the morning getting ready. He wasn't sure what to expect, but Karen had told him he should try to act as normal as possible. Anon wondered how someone was 'normally’ supposed to act when some alien animal creature was about to move in with them. Now that he was alone and counting down the minutes until his new roommate arrived, he couldn't stop thinking about all the questions he had forgot to ask during Karen's visit.

Like, if the Mobians were some kind of animal people, was he supposed to interact with them like he would whatever kind of animal they were? If his Mobian partner was a pig, would he not be allowed to eat bacon? If it was a dog, would he have to take it to the park and play fetch? Anon was doing it again. Thinking. Overthinking. He was drowning himself in anxiety before things had even gotten started yet.

He had tried to distract himself by cleaning. He wasn't exactly a neat freak, but Anon wasn't a slob, either. But he knew how to break it down and do a good deep cleaning when he was expecting company. Not that Anon usually had company, but anyway. Then he started trying on clothes. First impressions were important, and Anon was to put on a good one. He tried on that one suit he had for special occasions, the one with the white shirt and the red tie. But he decided that was a little too formal. Besides, he thought it made him look like some weird internet stalker or something.

Anon finally settled on a plain ol’ everyday tee-shirt and jeans. But a clean tee-shirt, not one from the 'it doesn't need to be washed yet’ pile. And he found a pair of jeans that didn't have any holes in it, except the ones it was supposed to have where his feet went through. He couldn't decide on if he should wear shoes or not. Anon lucked out and found a clean pair of socks that actually matched, so he pulled those on, but he kept his best sneakers close by, just in case he decided to wear them after all.

Anon checked the time on his cellphone. His Mobian visitor was suppose to show up at noon, and it was only three minutes til. Anon went over to his couch, in all it's dull brown colored glory, and sat down to wait. But as soon as he flopped back onto the middle cushion, he heard a knock coming from his apartment door.

“Well,” Anon took one last deep breath to calm his nerves before he stood back up, “This is it.”

Anon looked through the little peephole, but he didn't see anyone standing on the other side. That was strange. He knew he had heard someone knocking. Now was not the time to be dealing with any of the local apartment kids to be playing stupid pranks. He turned the knob and pulled the door open swiftly. Anon had hoped to stick his head out fast enough to catch a glimpse of culprit so he could complain to their parents about their behavior later.

Anon didn't see any kids. He did see something, but it wasn't a kid. Anon wasn't sure what it was at first. It was short, pink, was wearing a red dress with white trim around the bottom, and a pair of matching red and white shoes that looked way too big compared to the rest of it. Its wedge shaped  ears poked up  from the top of its head, holding back the red hair barrette that separated the bangs from the rest of its poky pink hair. A pair of bright green eyes looked at Anon. Or was it one eye? It had two pupils, at least. Was it wearing goggles? What was it, anyways? Anon’s brain had stopped working for a moment. It couldn't put the word Mobian together with what it was looking at. Anon hadn't known what to expect when he saw a real life Mobian in person, but he most certainly didn't expect to be thinking 'wow, it's cute’. But he was.

“Hi,” she said cheerfully. Definitely a she. Anon could tell that much right away, in spite of their difference in species. The way her perky little breasts pushed her dress out made in quite obvious. Also she sounded like a girl. “I'm Amy, Amy Rose. Are you, um.. Anon?”

Anon nodded. He tried to speak. But in his mind, he was thinking 'wow, it’s cute’ and 'so this is a Mobian’. So, even though what he meant to say was 'yes, I'm Anon, nice to meet you’, what actually came out was, “This is cute.”

Amy blinked confusedly up at. “Um, thanks, I guess?”

“No, no, no,” Anon shook his hands in the air as he tried to gather his discombobulated thoughts into something a little more coherent. “That's not what I meant to say. What I mean was ‘I'm a Mobian'. Wait, no, I'm not the Mobian. You are.” Anon stopped and sighed. Amy was looking confused and a little worried. “Look. Do me a favor. Knock again, ok?”

“O...k?” Amy wasn't sure what was going on, but she was going to go along with it for now. Anon stepped back into the apartment and shut the door. She waited a moment before she raised her hand and cautiously knocked on the door for a second time.

It opened again. This time, Anon was prepared, and, as such, acted a little less retarded. “Hi, I'm Anon! You must be Amy Rose. I've been expecting you! Why don't you come in and make yourself at home?”

Anon held the door open and smiled. He smile began to waver nervously as the little pink Mobian stared up at him with her big green eyes. Eye. Goggles. Whatever. Anon knew that he had goofed. You only had one shot when it came to first impressions, and he had blown his with a sudden case of vocal diarrhea. He had been chosen as a  representative of the human race in a experiment on interspecies relations, and he had already ruined it.

A bead of sweat ran down Anon’s brow. He wished he could turn invisible. He wanted to shut the door again and go hide in his room. He wanted to be anywhere but where he was at that moment. But there he was, smiling stupidly, while this little Amy Rose looked at him with an expression of shock and bewilderment.

Until her cheeks puffed up with a snickering laugh. The kind of laugh that left tears in the corner of her eyes. Eye. Goggles. Anon was seriously going to have to ask about that at some point or another. For now, he was more concerned with why she was laughing at him. Had he really made that big of a fool of himself?

“Oh, wow,” Amy finally commented as her laughter subsided, “And here I was, worried I was going to get paired with some super serious family that was going to be all formal and stuff. But you seem like a pretty normal guy to me! Are you always this funny?”

Funny? Anon had nearly shit himself with worry over messing up his one chance at doing something for society, not to mention scoring some free rent. She thought he was being funny though? That was fine, he could roll with that.

“I, uh, just wanted to make you feel welcome,” he said with a smile, proud that he had come up with an excuse on such short notice. “Why don't you come in? If you don't, I, uh.. I'll have to shut you out and make you knock again!” Ok, Anon. Take it down a notch. That last line was kind of cheesy.

It was ok. Anon didn't have to embarrass himself any more at the moment. He stepped aside so Amy could walk in. He had been bumbling so much that he failed to notice the luggage she was holding in her hands. Hands that were covered with thick white gloves. Odd. But who was he to question Mobian fashion? He kicked himself mentally for not having offered to take her things in for her. Another point he could have scored, missed.

“You've got a nice place here, Anon,” she commented as he did a quick spin to take in her surroundings.

'Nice place’ was one way to put it. Anon didn't live luxuriously, but he lived pretty comfortably. The living room was spacious enough. Mostly because Anon had little on the way of furniture to fill the space. Good ol’ Brownie the couch, against the side wall, with who knows what living underneath it. Against the opposite wall was his television. Thirty two inches of flat screened goodness that he got on the cheap because it had a couple dead pixels out in the upper left corner. Between the two was a short, dark colored wooden coffee table. This month's water bill and a few issues of Every Gamer magazine lay across the top of it. The water bill he could toss in the trash, but he still had a few articles to read in the gaming magazines.

His kitchen slash dining area was directly adjacent to the living area. The light brown carpet covering the floor of the living room turned into blue and white tile at the border between the two rooms. His fridge wasn't anything special to look at, it was just a plain bagel colored fridge. But it kept his food from spoiling too quickly, so there was that. He had a four burner stove, but there was the fact that only three of the burners actually worked. White wooden cabinets ran across the wall above like colored counters. His dishes were the garden variety, plainly designed kind that could be bought at any big department store. At least he kept them all washed. Not even Anon liked eating off crusty dishes. Most of the time.

In the back, past the kitchen, was a short hallway that led to a pair of bedrooms and a single bathroom. Even though Anon lived alone, well, until now, but anyways, he had a two bedroom apartment. When he had originally moved in, there was supposed to have been someone else move in with him, to share the apartment and the rent. But the other applicant had flaked out at the last minute, leaving Anon with an extra room and more rent than he wanted to pay on his own. Which was what led him to sign up to volunteer his home, landing him in the situation he was currently in.

Up until now, Anon had used the spare room to store some of his personal belongings. Once he had learned he had been selected for the human relations experiment, he had moved all the stuff back into his own room, to make room for his Mobian guest. Turned out he didn't have as much stuff as he thought to begin with anyway, so he had plenty of space in his own room for it after all that.

Luckily, the apartment had come with pre furnished bedrooms. So even though no one else was staying there until now, there was already a bed, a cabinet, and all the other furniture needed for a person to call a bedroom a bedroom.

The bathroom, which was placed right between the two sleeping quarters, was everything you'd expect from a small apartment bathroom. There was a toilet, a sink, a medicine cabinet with a mirrored face above said sink, and, of course, a bathtub-shower combo. Anon had picked out a nice shower curtain when he had moved in the had little yellow duckies and little green froggies on it. He thought it was cute when he got it, but back then, he hadn't had to sorry about having anyone else to judge his taste in shower curtain design. Just one more thing he had to sorry about being embarrassed about now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all..

“So you live here by yourself,” Amy asked after being given the three minute long grand tour.

“Yup,” Anon answered. “Just me, by myself, all alone. Well, until now, I guess?”

“I suppose you're right,” she replied with a friendly smile. “You don't mind if I go put some of my things away, do you? I only brought a few things, and a couple changes of clothes. The foundation is supposed to have the rest of my things delivered in the next day or so.”

 “Oh, no, sure, go ahead,” came Anon's stuttery reply. “Do you need any help with anything?”

“No, it's ok. I'm just going to put my clothes away for now is all.”

“Alrighty,” Anon said, not knowing what else to say. “I have some extra hangers, if you need any.”

“Thanks,” she smiled again. “I'll let you know if I do!”

Anon smiled to himself, happy that he was at least attempting to be helpful. Amy turned to make her way towards her new room, when Anon piped up and added, “Oh, don't forget. Your undies go in the top drawer.”

Amy Rose paused in the hallway before looking back over her shoulder with a puzzled look and asking, “What?”

“What?” Anon quickly said back. His forehead was sweatier than a sumo wrestler’s loincloth after a weekend long marathon.

“I thought you said something.. about drawers,” Amy answered.

“Oh, uh,” Anon clenched his anus, hoping not to ruin one of his few good pair of pants, “I said to, uh.. be careful, because the top drawer is a little loose.”

“Oh!” Amy’s friendly smile returned. “Thanks for the heads up, Anon.”

“N..n..no prob,” Anon stammered. He hoped she didn't see him shaking. He could certainly feel himself shaking. He was trembling so hard with fright and embarrassment that he could lay under a hotel mattress and earn quarters. If she had noticed, she didn't make any mention of it.

Anon watched her merily turn into the room. Once she was out of sight, he walked weak legged over to the couch and collapsed. He ran his hand across his face to wipe some of the sweat off, then wiped his sweaty hand off on his pants leg. He was going to have to learn to control his nerves, or else he was going to die of a stroke at a very young age.

He hadn't known what to expect when Karen told him he had been selected for all this. He was exceptionally surprised that his Mobian partner has turned out to be a girl. And even more surprised on top of all that surprise that she was so cute. He wondered if she was cute by Mobian standards. He wondered if she had a boyfriend back home. Then he wondered why he wondered if she had a boyfriend. And then he thought of how tight that dress fit around her. Then he started popping a surprise boner and tried to stop thinking about stuff like that.

“Anon, are you ok?”

Anon looked over to see that Amy was sitting on the cushion next to him. He had been so deep in thought that he hadn't even noticed her sit down next to him. After a moment to let his brain process the fact that she was no longer in her room, but was sitting only a sparse few feet away from him, he nearly leapt out of his skin with surprised fright. If that wasn't bad enough, the sound he made to accompany his jump certainly was. It was something between a 'eeyaah’ and an 'aaargh’.

Amy pushed herself back a back, against the arm of the couch. She looked a little frightened herself for a second, but then covered her mouth with a hand as she chuckled again, like she had done over his antics at the front door when she had first arrived.

“Oh, man..” Anon groaned as he lowered himself back down on the couch. “Look, I'm real sorry about the way I've been acting. I'm not usually like this. It's just.. nerves.”

“I understand completely,” Amy responded with a hint of both compassion and sympathy in her voice. She scooted a few inches closer to Anon and laid a hand on his knee as she went on. “I was pretty nervous too, when I came to Earth the first time. It can be scary, getting used to a new situation, but everything is gonna be fine. I don't bite, I promise!”

“Wait.” Anon lifted his head. He turned to face the girl sitting next to him and asked, “What do you mean, when you came to Earth for the first time?”

“Oh.” Amy drew back. It didn't seem like she was intentionally hiding anything from him, but Anon had the feeling there was something he was supposed to know that he didn't. “I was one of the ones that was here a while back, during the Eggman incident.”

“Wait, hang on a second,” Anon scratched his chin. “I thought this whole thing was to introduce Mobians to human society. But, if you've been here before, you've already been 'introduced’, right?”

“Well, yes and no,” Amy thought for a second how best to explain things before she went on. “I guess they figured it'd be best to start with someone that already has a little bit of experience with humans first, instead of someone who doesn't know anything about human culture at all and saying 'good luck’.”

“That actually makes a lot of sense.” Anon nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest. “But, then again.. wouldn't it have been a good idea to have you stay with a human who's already met Mobians? Instead of someone that has no idea about you or your culture? Ya know, based on the same logic and all.”

“That would make sense,” Amy agreed, “But, I don't make any of the decisions, so I can't say why they picked you.”

Because he was the perfect example of the everyday human, that's why. At least, that's what Karen had told him. Of course, now that he was thinking about that, it made less sense than ever. Anon was going to have to cut thinking out of his everyday routine before too long.

“But it's ok,” Amy said, bringing Anon out of his deep contemplation. She went on after Anon looked her way and she knew she had his attention. “You have a real life Mobian sitting right here! So, any questions you have, anything you want to know about Mobian culture, you just ask, and I'll do my very best to answer.”

“Hey, that sounds like a good idea!” Anon leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. There was a lot about Mobians that Anon would like to know. He had thought it would've been rude to just start asking questions all willy nilly, but since she had offered..

“What all kinds of animals are Mobians? What do you eat? Do you live in house in your world, or, like, burrows and trees and stuff? Do you have regular animals? Pets? What about religions? How does your government work? What about, like, carnivorous animals? Do they hunt herbivore Mobians like animals in the wild? Do you guys have any weird mating habits? How long is the average Mobian lifespan? Can you see in color, or just black and white? What about-”

Anon cut his barrage of questions short. His Mobian roomie’s eyes were spinning in a daze. If it were possible to make someone lose consciousness with questions, Anon had discovered how to do it. Once Anon had go silent for a couple seconds, Amy came back to her senses. Her point pink hair bounced around as she shook her head briskly to get her attention focused again. Anon suddenly had another question that had to do with Mobians and their hair, but he quickly decided against asking it. He decided against asking any more question for the time being.

“I-Im sorry, Anon,” came her apology, “I was expecting you to have so many questions!”

 “It's not your fault,” Anon said rather dejectedly and he leaned forward in a sullen slouch. “It's just.. the more I think about it, the more I realize how little I know what I've gotten myself into. You're my guest, and I'm suppose to be showing you what humans, as an entire species, have to offer, and I don't even know where to begin!”

“Well that's simple,” she quickly replied, holding a finger up towards Anon. “Just be yourself! There must be a reason why they picked you, even if you don't know it yet yourself. You be you. Do things how you've always done them before I was around, and I'll learn from your example! And I'll teach you all I can about Mobian way of life, too.” And she added after a little giggle, “Just not all at once, ok?”

“O.. ok.” Do things like he'd always done them? When he was by himself? So, eat cereal at eight in the evening, wear the same clothes for two days in a row because why get changed when you never go out, and fart in the couch and time how long it takes for the smell to go away?

No. No, no, no. Anon could not do any of those things. Or any other number of things on a long list of things Anon would do if he were by himself. A very long list. He had to set a shining example for his fellow humans.

“I'll be me,” Anon said with a smile, “That's what I'll do!”

“Good,” she smiled back, “If you do that, things will work out fine, I'm sure!”

Anon was feeling a little better. At least she didn't know anything about him. So if he put on an act, she wouldn't know whether he was being himself or not. Hell, he was Anon. If he had one talent he could rely on, it was that he could be almost anyone! Except that no matter who he was, he was still Anon. Hmm. Another conundrum to worry about.

Other things for him to worry about including the awful groaning sound that suddenly came from his empty gut. Anon had been so absorbed in cleaning and getting things ready that he hadn't stopped to eat any breakfast. And now it was already half past noon. His stomach was empty and angry, and had no qualms about letting him know.

“Oh wow, Anon,” Amy giggled at him, “Skip breakfast?”

It was as if she had actually read that last paragraph. Anon sheepishly scratched at the back of his head. “Yeah,” he admitted, “I guess I did. It's about lunchtime anyway. I anyway. I guess I ought to whip something up. Do you, uh.. have any special, um… dietary needs? Or anything?”

What Anon was trying to ask, in the politest manner he could, was if she could even eat human food, or if she needed some kind of special Mobian food. Shit. What if she did? Was he going to be required to keep half his fridge stocked with weird alien foodstuffs? Where was he going to get it? How was he going to-

“No, not really,” she answered.

Calm your shit, Anon. He was going to have to pick up a case of whatever brand sports drink next time he was out. These fits of worry and anxiety were making him sweat out all the water in his body. He was going to dehydrate if he kept going at this rate. Death by organ failure due to dehydration caused by excessive sweating from severe anxiety. Not what Anon wanted his death certificate to say.

Or, he could learn to control his fears a little better and stop being such a scared little bitch about everything. Anon, controlling his crippling anxiety? Now that was a funny idea if ever he had a funny idea.

“Hey! I've got an idea,” Amy said as she clasped her gloved hands together. This was, like, the umpteenth time her chipper voice had drug Anon's mind out of the trainwreck that was his thought process, and she had barely been here a half an hour.

Still, he mused, it was somewhat refreshing. Better than getting lost in thought and losing track of time, only to find himself spending an hour or more doing nothing because he was having a panic attack over something that would turn out to be of minor importance later, only to spend another hour wracked with guilt over having wasted so much time worrying about something that wasn't even a big issue. It was a vicious cycle of hate and self loathing.

“What's that,” Anon asked.

“Why don't we go out?”

Just about the time Anon was getting my mind back on track, it went flying off the rails again. He could see with his mind's eye all the boxcars full of thoughts crashing into a giant pile of twisted, smoldering wreckage. Little faceless thought people cried in agony and anguish as they tried to escape the nightmarish scene. But there was no escape, for they were trapped in the mind of someone who had just gone full retard.

'Why don't we go out’, she had asked. That was a line Anon had never heard from anyone of the opposite sex before. Or from the same sex. But he was glad he hadn't heard it from anyone in that demographic. No homo, and all that. But still. Were all Mobians this quick and forthcoming? She had said she thought he was funny, and a good guy. But, she was a Mobian, an alien to his world, hailing from an entirely different dimension. And he was, well, he was just Anon. Did he dare even let himself imagine..? She was pretty cute, though. And she seemed really nice. Come on, Anon! You'll never get an opportunity like this again! Even if she is a totally different species from you..

“-and grab some lunch,” Amy finished. 'Why don't we go out and grab some lunch’. Oh.

Another train of distressing thoughts came barreling down the lines, crashing into the fiery rubble that was already there. Bodies of dead faceless mind people littered the group. There was no hope. Anon's mind was a hellish scene of fire and death.

“Oh, um.. sure, why not,” Anon replied with a jittery, nervous voice.

“And afterwards, maybe you could show me around town? I didn't really get a chance to see much, because they brought me straight over after I got here.”

“Sure,” Anon answered with a shrug. “I mean, there's not a lot to see, at least I don't think so. But I've lived here for a while, so maybe I'm just used to it. Since you're visiting, I guess it'll seem a lot more interesting to you. Maybe we can-”

Cut short by his growling tummy. Anon's stomach didn't have time for his senseless rambling. It hungered! Shut the fuck up and let's go eat, you dipshit.

“Maybe we can go get something to eat before your stomach gets any more upset with you,” Amy said with a grin.

Holy shit. Maybe she could read what was in that last paragraph..

Well, all of Anon’s worries about the dietary needs of his new friend and guest were all cleared up now. Turns out that Mobians ate mostly the same kinds of foods that humans did. So the two of them had stopped at Anon's favorite little deli for some midday sandwiches. It wasn't the fancier place in town to eat, but Anon liked it. Mostly because it was right around the corner from his apartment, and because it was relatively cheap. And since Amy didn't have any money on her at the moment, it was up to Anon to front the bill. She had assured him she would pay him back for it, which had led to another mental train wreck over assuming what she meant, until she explained that she was going to be receiving a weekly stipend, a sort of allowance, during her stay.

Anon ordered his usual. Sort of. Simple ham and cheese, but both spicy brown mustard and honey mustard. He normally got it on toasted wheat, but today he asked them to make it with the whole grain bread. He thought that might make him seem a little more sophisticated. Because what kind of people used bread with seeds in it except for the upper class types? And a soda to drink. He needed the caffeine.

For Amy, it was a smoked turkey and swiss on a fresh croissant, with an iced tea to drink. Well damn. She had gone and ordered something that seemed even more sophisticated than he had. Also, that steamy croissant bun looked really, really good.

The deli was built into the bottom floor of a multi story building that had several other offices and business in it. Anon never paid much attention to what they were, exactly. This meant that the little sandwich shop was is a good spot for business, but it was so small on the inside that there wasn't much room to sit. And since the two were a little late making it to the lunch rush, all the inside seats were taken.

That was fine. They had a few round metal tables set up out front of the building just to solve that problem. A cloth awning hung over the front of the building, shading most of the tables and sidewalks out front.

Anon liked sitting outside, anyway. He always liked watching people going way, walking to and fro. He often found himself wondering where they were going, why they were going there, what they were thinking. He wondered if anyone ever wondered anything like that about him. Probably not. He was just Anon, after all.

Today was different, though. Anon wasn't invisible today. In fact, by all the looks he was getting, it seemed like he was actually kind of popular. Except, it wasn't Anon the people were glancing at as they passed by, and he knew that. It was still nice to feel slightly less invisible for a change. Although, he had to wonder how Amy was feeling about it. All these people, staring at her like she was from outer space.. Well, they weren't too far off with their assumptions.

All the sidelong glances and whispered comments didn't seem to faze the little pink Mobian one bit. She chatted away between bites of her sandwich as if it were just another day in town to her. Anon remembered that she had been to Earth before, so maybe she was already used to the staring and murmurs. That must be what she meant when she said they picked a Mobian with previous experience with human society.

Still, who were these people to pass judgement on her? Sure, she was covered in bright pink fur. Sure, her eyes was one giant sclera with two pupils. Sure, she had a cute little tail and just barely poked out from under the edge of her dress. Not that Anon had been staring at it as they walked to the deli or anything.

But all these people had forgotten that old adage about books and covers and judging and stuff. She might have looked drastically different from everyone around her, but she seemed to be a really sweet girl. She was nicer than most humans that Anon knew. And really, she was kind of cute. For not being human and all.

“And that's how we stopped Eggman’s plans for world domination that time.” Amy had been telling him about all the times she and her friends had saved their world from the this mad scientist that seemed to constantly be coming up with new and crazy plans of world domination, often having to do with collecting these magic emeralds of some sort or another.

“So, wait,” Anon put the piece of sandwich he had left back down on his plate. He ran his finger and thumb across his chin contemplatively as he thought about all the things he had just heard. “So this Eggman, he's human? So there is a human that lives in your world?”

“Well, yeah, I guess he is.” She seemed confounded, like it was the first time she'd thought about it that way.

“And he.. broke the planet up into multiple pieces, so he could unleash some kind of monster that lived inside it?”

“Y-yeah.” Amy had never been questioned about the subject like this before. To her, defeating Eggman and saving the world was a fairly common event. But to Anon, hearing about how many times her civilization had almost ended was astounding. And a lot of the things she said seemed to defy the very laws of nature itself.

“But, I mean, how did everyone survive that? Wouldn't breaking a planet into multiple pieces destroy the atmosphere and play havoc with gravity and the magnetic poles and stuff?”

“I, uh..” Amy stared at Anon with her bright green eyes haplessly, finding herself dumbfounded at Anon’s incessant questioning.

“Jeez, get a load of this loser.”

The voice caught the pair’s attention. It was a group of three guys, all about Anon’s own age. They spoke amongst themselves as they passed, but loudly enough that Anon and Amy could plainly hear their conversation.

“I know, right?”

“All the human girls out there, and this guy is such a schmuck that he has to date his pet.”

“Nah, dude. That's one of those Mobile things. Ya know, those animal freaks?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I wonder if he's even getting laid.”

“No way, man. Dude looks too retarded to even fuck an animal.”

They three were getting too far away to be hear their insulting little chat anymore, but Anon had heard enough. It was one thing for them to talk shit about him. Anon was used to that much. But the stuff they were saying about her filled Anon with the rage of a hundred white knights.

He slapped his hands down on the table and pushed his chair back. The feet made an awful whining noise as they slid back across the cement covered ground. Anon stood from his seat, intent on calling the three out and telling them off. There was always the chance that they would beat the ever loving snot out of him, a very good chance, from how rough the three guys looked, but it was a chance Anon.. really didn't want to take. But he was already standing. Nothing to do now but man up, talk big, and take his ass kicking. He only hoped he would score a few points for standing up to her. But, oh man, this was probably gonna hurt.

“If you three are so cool, why don't you have any girls with you?”

Anon heard the words, but they hadn't come from him. He looked and looked back to see that Amy had risen out of her seat as well. Her pretty little brow was furled up with anger as she pointed an accusing finger at the trio, who had stopped and turned their attention back to her and himself.

“All I see are three guys who are incapable of getting a girl for themselves, so they have to go around picking on other people to make themselves feel better!”

“What's you say, ya little pink rat?” The biggest of the three took a step towards them. Oooh, he was a mean looking one. He was that kind of guy whose face was too narrow for his head, with eyelids that didn't quite open all the way and a nose that seemed to be a tad bit crooked. Probably broken at some point, which meant this guy wasn't a stranger to getting into fights.

“She ain't no rat,” one of the two behind, a scruffy headed fellow with a chipped front tooth added. “I think she's a squirrel or something.”

“She can't be a squirrel, you doofus,” the portly third member of third party explained.

“Why not,” asked ol’ bucktooth.

“Cause squirrels have big puffy tails,” said chubbers.

“I'm a hedgehog,” Amy angrily interjected. Well, now Anon knew what kind of animal she was. Knowledge is power.

“Rat, hedgehog, who gives a flip,” big and ugly replied and he menacingly walked closer. He got a few steps closer and turned his attention to Anon, who, for all his intentions of speaking against them, had remained silent. “So, what about it. She a good fuck, or what?”

Anon barely saw what happened next. He had played video games, read comics, watched action movies, but he had never seen anyone, anything move so fast in real life. And where did she get that giant yellow hammer from?! The next thing Anon knew, his lunch buddy had cleared the table in a single leap, and driven her oversized down on the head of the jolly not so green giant that had been accosting them. Other lunch patrons began mumbling and backing away. Anon could only remain frozen as he watched.

Time moved in slow motion. Water from an upturned cup waved through the air. A tooth spiraled from the big guy’s head, knocked loose from the force of the hammer crushing his skull. The sound of his two compadres crying out in fear sounded like every slow motion sequence ever. And yet, Anon noticed none of that.

His attention was focused solely on the white fabric material that covered the private regions hidden under his Mobian friend’s dress. When she leapt in the air and swung her hammer down, she bent her body in a way that gave Anon a front row seat at everything she had to show, albeit covered by her undies. Still. Damn. Her pointy little tail was cute.

And just like that, reality came rushing back to normal speed. Amy landed on her feet and held her hammer aloft again, but the two uninjured thugs had already hefted their not so uninjured leader up and started carrying him off, hopefully to seek the medical help he most certainly needed.

Amy planted the head of her mallet down on the ground and harrumphed. Anon could no longer see what he had saw only seconds ago, but the memory of it was burnt into his mind forever more.

“Jeez,” she huffed angrily, “Those guys were real jerks, weren't they, Anon?” Amy looked back after a second of silence, wondering why he hadn't responded. “Anon?”

Anon blinked. Too many questions, and not enough answers. Also, panties. He couldn't think of anything to say except, “Yeah.”

Amy leaned the handle of her overly large hammer against a nearby chair and brushed her hands off before straightening out her dress. “Well, I've lost my appetite now. Maybe we can go somewhere else? How about you show me around town now?”

Again, the only word Anon could muster was, “Yeah.”

So, for the next hour or two, Anon showed her around the city that he called home. Anon had lived here for a while now, so he was used to all the sights and sounds of the city. He didn't think it was all that impressive. It wasn't the biggest city around, but it wasn't a little hokey hick town, either.

The downtown area had a few buildings whose many floors towered over the streets below. But, like with the building the deli was built into, Anon had never been curious enough to find out what most of the buildings were even for. He showed her the city library, the city pool, the city park, and all the other recreational places whose locations started with the word city.

Anon trotted around town with his hands in his pockets, sort of shrugging off the sites as they went by. On the other hand, Amy took in the sights with bright eyed enthusiasm. She made Anon promise to bring her by the mall sometime soon, so she could do a little shopping for herself and to buy some souvenirs for her friends. Another date that wasn't a date, but Anon reluctantly agreed to take her before the week was over.

Mister sun eventually starting to turn in for the night, turning the sky a dark shade of magenta in his absence. The two had meandered around long enough and headed back to Anon’s apartment before it had gotten too dark. People in the town continued to stare and whisper when odd pair strode by, but they were fortunate enough not to have any more violent incidents. Amy’s giant yellow mallet had mysteriously made itself scarce, and Anon thought it best not to ask about it. Best not question the working of an alien hedgehog girl’s giant hammer if you didn't have to.

Once they made it back, Amy made a beeline for the couch and flopped down with a tired sigh. “Whew,” she said as she leaned against the arm of the couch, “I’m beat.”

“Sorry,” Anon responded. He had just finished latching the lock shut on the door behind himself. Safety first and all. “I didn't expect to be out so late. You probably didn't want to spend all evening on your feet.”

“Oh, it's no problem,” she smiled, “Trust me, I've done a lot more walking. Besides, I had an excellent tour guide.”

Anon shrugged the compliment off. He wasn't too sure how he was supposed to reply because he wasn't used to getting complimented. “I wouldn't call myself a 'tour guide’. All I did was show you around town.”

“Anon, that’s exactly what a tour guide does,” Amy said to him with a smile and a shake of her head.

“Oh.” Anon didn't know what to say again. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets again as rocked back and forth on his heels. “So… did you have any plans for dinner?”

“Why, Anon,” Amy suddenly cut Anon a very coy look that sent a sudden shiver down his spine, “I haven't been here for a whole day, and you're already asking me what I'm doing for dinner?”

Oh no. Anon had goofed again. He hadn't meant it like he was trying to ask her out on a date. Now that he thought about the way he had worded it, he could understand how she might have assumed that. He didn't want her thinking he was some kind of desperate creeper who broke down and asked pretty girls out on dates as soon as they met or anything.

“I.. no.. what I meant was,” Anon stuttered desperately.

He paused when he saw her cheeks puffed up. She quickly slapped her hands over her mouth to stifle her laughter. “You really are funny, Anon,” she said after her giggling had ended.

Anon could feel the sweat pouring down his back. If he had taken off his shirt, people could have mistaken the area between his shoulders for Niagara Falls. “Haha, yea. Mister funny guy, that's me.” He wanted to die.

“Would it be too much to ask to order a pizza,” Amy asked as Anon contemplated how high on a scale to ten of how big of an idiot he was. Twelve. No less than a twelve.

“Uh, sure,” Anon replied nervously, “What kind do you like? Any toppings you don't like, or aren't supposed to eat?”

“Not that I know of, unless they've started cooking human pizzas different since the last time I was here,” she answered with a single shoulder shrug. Right. She had been to Earth before. Anon kept forgetting this fact. “But don't get any anchovies,” she quickly added, “They're so gross.” She made a face to emphasize her distaste of the little dried fish.

“I know, right?” That was about Anon's most natural response to anything she had set all day. But who in their right mind wanted nasty little salt crusted fish on their pizza? No one, that's who. At least now Anon could rest easy knowing that she wasn't some disgusting little anchovy eater.

“Cool. Thanks, Anon. You're the best.”

The best, she says? Anon brushed the compliment off as either her just being really nice, or, more likely, the fact that she hadn't known him long enough to tell how much of a let downer he truly was. Ignorance was truly bliss. Anon could only wonder how long it would take for her to realize that he wasn't this great example of humanity that she assumed he was. What would happen when she did?

What was going to happen if she called the foundation in charge of all this and told them that he was a less than ideal roommate and demanded to be transferred to someone that actually had their shit together? Death by embarrassment, that's what would happen.

“Anon?”

His mind snapped back from the visions of his grave back to reality. Amy was eyeing him with a raised eyebrow. He felt like those bright green eyes could see right through him. Anon suddenly felt very naked and ashamed. More so than he normally did.

“Y-yeah?” Ah, that almost ever present nervous stutter.

“Aren’t you gonna call?” Call? Call who? “I would, but I don't know the number.

Anon froze as stiff as a board. Who was he supposed to call? He couldn't remember. Anon had worried himself right into a case of temporary amnesia. He tried rewinded the last few minutes in his mind. He had gotten excited because they had something in common. Anon crossed his arms over his chest and thought harder than Winnie the Pooh sitting on his thinking log. What was it again? Oh yeah, anchovies! She didn't want anchovies on the-

“Pizza!” Anon snapped his finger. “I'm supposed to call and order a pizza!” He felt a splash of pride at the fact that he was able to recall who he was supposed to call, only to have it crushed by the wave of embarrassment at the fact that he had even forgotten such a simple thing.

“Yes, you are.” Amy couldn't help but giggle again. She found Anon's antics quite entertaining, in a good kind of way. She had feared that she might be placed with someone that tried to put on a show, an act, and try to impress her with fake, exaggerated niceness. But there was no way Anon could be faking the way he acted. He was a sweet guy. Scatterbrained, sure. But that was because he was still nervous about things. Which showed her that he was being real about it.

“I'm calling right now,” Anon claimed with enthusiastic flair as he whipped his cellphone out of his pocket. A little too enthusiastically. It slipped from Anon's fingers on his upswing, going flying several inches above his head. His hands turned into a blur as Anon tried frantically to snatch his phone from the air. It bounced precariously from one hand to the other a couple of times before he was finally able to close his fingers around it.

Anob held his phone up like a trophy fish and pointed at it with his free hand, grinning and stuttering, “Pizza. Order. Me. Right now.”

Amy couldn't help but laugh again. No simple chuckle this time, though. Arms wrapped around her midsection and feet kicking around, she laughed heartily at Anon, who merely blinked in confusion as he continued to point at his phone.

“I'll, uh.. go call 'em now,” Anon said sheepishly as he watched his roomie wipe laughter tears from the corners of her eyes. Eye. Whatever. “It'll, um.. it takes about fifteen or twenty minutes to get here, if that's ok.”

“Sure,” Amy replied, the slightest remnant of laughter still present in her voice. “Thirty minutes or less, right?”

“R-right,” stuttered Anon as he started poking at his phone. It wasn't the first pizza Anon had ordered, and he was the type to have the pizza place’ number saved in his phone’s contacts.

“And remember,” her words caused him to pause and look up from his phone screen. Amy Rose turned her head to the side a bit and help up a finger as she firmly said, “No anchovies.”

Anon's eyes blinked again. “Yeah, no anchovies.” He let himself smile half of a little smile as he went back to finding the pizzeria number. It didn't take long to find. Anon didn't have all that many contacts saved, so scrolling down to P for Pizza Place only took a few swipes. One well placed push off his index finger, and his phone was sending out the signal to the nearest cell tower. All that technology, to order a pizza.

“And while we're waiting,” Amy said half to herself, because Anon was busy with his phone against his ear, waiting on someone on the other end of the line to answer, “I think I'll go take a quick shower.”

“That's cool,” Anon was only half listening. And half listening to someone that was only half talking to you meant you only got a fourth of the message. Anon had heard her say she was going to do something, but not quite exactly what it was she was going to do. So, in typical Anon manner, he told her, “Let me know if you need any help back there.”

Amy had only taken a few steps towards the back when she froze. She glanced back over her shoulder towards Anon and gave him a quick, “What?”

“What?” Anon repeated the word. Again. He hadn't even noticed what he’d said this time. But someone at the pizza place had picked up the phone, so he couldn't bother to try to see what he had done or said wrong this time. “Yes? Yes, I need to place an order. Mhmm. Name? Anon. I need one large-”

Amy watched Anon as he went on placing the order. One large supreme, everything but anchovies. She wasn't sure if she had heard him right a minute ago. Her back had been turned, and maybe he had been speaking to the person on the phone. Odd. Either way, she felt the need to get washed up after their day walking around out in the hot sun.

She shrugged the whole thing off and headed down the hall. By the time Anon had finished placing the order, she was out of sight. He glanced around the room, even did a little spin maneuver on his heels, but didn't see her anywhere.

Like she had done moments ago, Anon shrugged. He knew she hadn't left. He was still standing by the front door and he was sure he'd have noticed if she had opened it. Or maybe he wouldn't have. She was small and quiet on her feet. Nah. He didn't think she had left. Probably just went to her room. Oh well.

He knew he had a few minutes to kill before the pizza arrived. Since he wasn't presently entertaining his company, he saw it as a good opportunity to entertain himself. As busy as he had been all day, he hadn't had a chance to play any vidya. And everyone knows an Anon can't go a day without his vidya. It's just nature.

He didn't really have enough time to fire up the gaming console he had next to his pixel imperfect tv. And it might seem rude if his guest came back in the room to find him all up in the middle of some hardcore gaming. But if he were playing on a portable device, he could easily stow it when she came back. Only, his mobile gaming device was back in his room. Did he really want to walk the entire ten yards it would take to reach his room, and then walk back, just to play a game for ten to fifteen minutes? Of course he would. He didn't want to, and he would grumble to himself about having to, but he would do it nonetheless. Anons and their games.

Anon turned the corner to go down the hall that went behind the kitchen. He couldn't hear it from all the way in the living room, but now that he was this close he had noticed the sound of the shower running. So that's where she had gone. Anon kept going, his room was the one in the back, past the bathroom. But he stopped a few steps short of his bedroom.

It hadn't occurred to him at first. The thought probably wouldn't have even entered the mind of a normal person. But normal, Anon was not. He was Anon. And at that particular moment, it had just dawned on him that there was a naked girl in his apartment.

Well, he assumed she was naked. Maybe Mobians bathed clothed? He had no way of knowing without either asking her about it or peeping on her. Both options seemed straight up creepy. Until he ever learned one way or the other, he was going to err on the side of assuming that Mobians bathed like humans. Which meant that it was safe to assume that there was a naked girl in his apartment.

Of course, the girl wasn't even the same species as him. She was an interdimensional alien. An animal person. A hedgehog, he remembered her saying as much earlier when she played whack-a-thug at the deli. Real life animals never wore clothes, and Anon never really looked at them and considered them to be 'naked’. Of course, they didn't have a humanoid body, or the ability to speak or any self awareness.

No, he definitely couldn't think of Amy as some kind of animal. Which, once again, brought him back around to the thought that he had a naked girl in his apartment.

He shook his head briskly, trying to clear his mind. It simply wasn't right to think like that. She was his guest. And, so far, his friend. He couldn't let his imagination run wild with thoughts of her standing in his shower, rubbing her hands over her body as steamy water rained down on her soft pink fur. No, that would be wrong to think. And Anon was being very wrong at the moment.

If only Anon knew how close to reality his imaginings were. The bathroom was as steamy as any sauna worth its name. The mirror above the sink was too fogged up to be of any use. A small, pointy eared silhouette was barely visible through the frog and duck covered plastic shower curtain.

The water felt amazing. Amy rubbed her arms together over the front of her body, before reaching up to lather in the bubbly froth of shampoo atop her head. Eyes closed tightly so she wouldn't accidentally get any shampoo in then and have to deal with that burning feeling because of it, she started at the top of her head and began massaging the shampoo into her hair with her fingers.

Her whole body, save her muzzle, arms, and chest and belly, was covered in a fine, smooth fur. So it was just a matter of working her way down from top to bottom, gently rubbing her scented shampoo in with her fingertips. One perk to being almost entirely covered in hair was that you didn't have to buy shampoo and body wash, since you could wash your body with shampoo.

Anon had his own bottles of shampoo and conditioner over in the corner of the shower, she had seen them when she had gotten in. He even had one of the better brands. Amy had been a little surprised by that. She expected, as a guy, for him to have some cheap two-in-one type product. But she had brought her own. It would be rude to use his without asking anyway. Although, she did kind of want to see how good the conditioner was. Just so she could buy her own bottle, if she liked it.

After a few minutes of rubbing, she had reached the bottom of her shapely legs. Running around all the time trying to help save the world from an egomaniacal scientist really helped keep a body in shape. Now that she was all washed up, it was time to rinse. Amy reached out blindly, he eyes still closed to protect them from the shampoo bubbles, until she found the water knobs. She made sure she had the hot water knob, it was always on the left hand side, and have it a turn.

This was her first time ever using the shower in Anon's apartment, so she didn't know how temperamental his hot and cold shower knobs could be. You had to finesse them. They were a little on the sensitive side, and turning them too quickly could end up changing the temperature of the water more than you expected.

That's precisely what happened. She only meant to turn the heat up a tiny bit, but Amy unwittingly turned the water up a few notches above just a little bit. It wasn't hot enough to scald her or anything, but it was hot enough to surprise her.

She gasped loudly and stepped back. Eyes still closed, she placed a hand on the wall to steady herself as she backed up. Anon's shampoo and conditioner bottles toppled over as her hand bumped into them.

“Oh, shoot,” she grumbled as the plastic bottles fell to into the tub.

Separated by only one wall, and that wall being fairly thin, Anon heard the clammer going on in the shower from in his room. He put his search for his gaming device on hold while he tried to figure out what the noise was. He stood as still as possible, forcing his sense of hearing into becoming keener through sheer willpower alone.

Amy stooped over. She risked peeking one eye open so she could see where the bottles of hair product had gone. She got a hand on the shampoo bottle and set it back on the inside edge of the tub. The conditioner bottle was within her reach too, so she stretched her arm out and grabbed it. But smooth plastic bottle get slick when they're wet and can be hard to hold. She tried putting it by the shampoo, but it slipped from her hand at the last moment, knocking the shampoo bottle back over, both bottle falling back into the tub again.

There it was again. Anon turned his head to the side, leaving his ear facing towards the wall between his room and the shower. Anon had lived alone as long as he had lived here, so he never knew you could hear so much from the bathroom. It sounded like Amy might have slipped, or perhaps dropped something. As long as it wasn't the soap, everything would be ok, so Anon shrugged to himself and went back to his search.

It took her another try, but Amy was eventually able to get both bottles back into place. “Ok, now you stay put,” Amy said to inanimate objects while pointing a finger at them. She waited moment, watching, as if the bottles were waiting for her to stop paying attention so they could topple back over on their own. But they didn't. Hair care products weren't smart enough to plot like that.

Amy hmphed and smiled to herself. Now that all that was taken care of, she could get back to the issue at hand of rinsing herself off. She turned back to the stream of water still pouring from the shower head above and cautiously stepped into it. It was hot, almost too hot, but not quite. Actually, after giving herself a moment to get used to it, it felt quite good.

A contented sigh escaped her lips as the hot water seeped through her fur and against her skin. As with lathering up, she started from the top with her hands and began to rub herself down, washing all the soapy bubble off her body as she went.

It had been a long day so far. Waking up extra early, the whole interdimensional travel thing, waiting for the ok from the foundation before she could leave, the trip to Anon’s place, not to mention spending all evening exploring the town with her new friend. But now it was time to relax and let the hot water wash away all the stress.

Speaking of releasing stress, Amy Rose had finished rinsing off. A wandering hand made its way down her body, past her navel, and farther still. She bit her bottom lip as she caressed herself with her fingertips. Hey, a girl had her needs. And this was a need she had been holding out on satisfying for too long. It wasn't healthy to fight these urges. She hadn't really fought them, she just hadn't had a good chance to take care of them until now. So now she was. And boy was she.

Amy wasted no time getting into things. She knew she didn't have too much time to waste before the pizza was delivered. It seemed like a shame to have to rush, but it was better than nothing. She gingerly ran her fingers across her puffy lips, paying extra special attention to the sensitive little clit that just barely poked out from her fleshy mound. She couldn't help but let out a throaty moan as she rubbed herself.

Anon’s head popped up. He wasn't having any luck finding his game yet. He had been down on his knees, trying to see if maybe if had wound up under his bed or something when he had heard it. Was it a moan? He strained his ears again and listened as hard as he could. What if Amy had slipped and fallen in the shower? She could be hurt!

She wasn't hurt, though. Quite the opposite, she was feeling pretty damn good. She had herself worked up into a small fury. The water was running down her arm, dripping off the hand between her legs. She couldn't tell how much of the wetness down there was from the shower, and how much was from herself. She didn't have time to think about it, nor did she care to. She had other things on her mind, like getting off.

Her fingers found their way between her swollen lips at last. Amy gasped as she pushed a pair of fingers into her slick pussy. That was it, the feeling she had been needing, the feeling of fullness she could only get from having something inside her. Oh, sure, she could reach orgasm through external stimulation. But, god damn, nothing beat stuffing something hard up her cunt.

Meanwhile, only a few feet away, completely ignorant as to what was going on mere feet away from him, Anon still listened for any more signs of whether she had fallen or not. He was torn. On one hand, he really was concerned for her safety. He knew hundreds of deaths a year occurred from falls in the shower. On the other hand, he didn't want to look like an idiot by knocking on the door and asking if she was ok. Frozen by indecisiveness, Anon could do naught but hope there was another sign, to let him know if she was ok or not without him having to embarrass himself to find out.

He tried to find his center, to pull some of that pseudo ninja shit, to phase out all his other senses until nothing remained but sound. Except, he wasn't a ninja. He felt kind of dumb, but hey, what else was new? Anon had just about convinced himself to go ask her if she was alright, when it finally happened. He heard something.

It sounded like.. two wet rags being slapped together? That didn't make any sense. A lot today hadn't made sense, but this made even less. Anon had crept closer to the wall. He laid his hand on the wall to brace himself as he placed the side of his head against it.

God, she was so close. Amy speared herself with her fingers as she tried to cum as fast as she could. Sometimes, you just had to go fast. He pussy squelched with each thrust. She was blissfully unaware of how loud it actually was. Most of the noise was drown out by the sound of the shower, anyway.

She pushed those fingers into her own body over and over again, like a contestant on an oriental game show hitting a buzzer. You all know what I mean. She was lost in the heat of the moment. She craned her spine back and pressed the top of her head against the tiled wall of the shower stall.

“Oh, Anon,” she moaned.

She didn't know why that had come out. There were plenty of other names she could have said, plenty of other faves she could have been thinking of. She surprised herself enough that she slowed down, but not by much. She smiled and laughed a brisque little laugh at herself. Maybe because his name and face were new to her. He was a nice guy, nothing too special, but not too shabby. And this was his shower she was touching herself in. Why not use him as the mental focusing point for her sexual desire?

Anon had jumped away from the wall so drastically when he heard her call his name that he landed square on his ass. He thought, just barely, that the sound he was hearing might have been her.. doing things. But why on this green and blue Earth would she be saying his name while getting herself off? It was a holy shit moment for Anon, to say the least.

He had to hear more.

Coming back to his feet, Anon slid back over to the wall as quietly as he could. If he could hear her so easily, it was safe to assume she would be able to hear him too. Time to play the role of ninja again and be extra sneaky. Anon crept up to the wall and slowly mashed his face sideways against it.

Now that he knew what he was listening to, it was like he was able to hear it better. Of course, the wet slapping noise he heard could have been the water from the shower hitting the wall, but Anon was letting his imagination make the decisions at this point. Except it was getting louder and louder. It sounded like it was so close, that it was on his side of the wall. Because it was.

Anon didn't know when it started, but at some point during his little auditory voyeurism, his dick had unzipped his pants, climbed out into his hand, and started jacking itself off. Well, no reason to stop it now.

Amy wasn't stopping either. Her free hand had found its way up to her chest, massaging her perky breasts. It felt like a holy of electricity surging through her body each time she pinched a nipple. At this rate, it wouldn't take long before-

She came. It wasn't the most explosive orgasm Amy had ever had, but for a five minute shower quickie, it wasn't too bad. She leaned back against the back of the shower and took a few slow, deep breaths.

Once she started coming down from her sexual high and was able to start thinking a little more lucidly, she went back to pondering why it was Anon that popped into her head while she was touching herself. She had spent the whole day with him, so she figured it was the easiest face for her busy mind to visualize. Still, he was kind of cute. For a human. But there was no way anything could ever happen. Anon wasn't that kind of guy. Or was he? Amy really didn't know much about what kind of guy Anon was. But he wouldn't, they could never, it just wouldn't work. Besides, her heart belonged to another. Then again, she wasn't thinking about her heart. She hadn't imagined marrying Anon. Only having sex with him, that's all. Amy sighed and slouched back against the wall. What was she thinking? She couldn't think of Anon like that. It was wrong, on several levels.

The irony was that, mere inches away on the other  side of the wall, Anon having the exact same kind of thoughts. Dick still in hand, wrist furiously pumping, Anon stood with his cheek mashed up against his wall. There was a naked girl in his apartment and she was touching herself in his shower and was saying his name while she did it. Holy fuck it was almost as good as actually having sex. Almost.

Anon was getting pretty close. A few more strokes, and he would be looking for something to clean himself up with. But he never got that far. A sudden knocking sound from the front of the building caught his attention. The pizza! Had it been fifteen to twenty minutes already? Shit.

He frantically tried to wrestle his erect penis back into his pants, but it wasn't going back in without a fight. His dick swore its vengeance against Anon for not finishing what he had started, but he would have to worry about that later. For now, he needed to put the damn thing away. Couldn't very well answer the door with a hard dick waving around. Anon jammed it back through the fly hole of his pants when he heard a second knock from the front and shouted, “Hold on, I'm coming!”

“So am I,” thought Amy as she slowly slid down the back of the shower, all the way down until she was sitting. She closed her eyes and sucked in a lungful of air as the hot water washed over her again.

Those green eyes popped back open with a gasp. Amy quickly covered her mouth with a hand. It sounded as if Anon had been right behind her when he shouted. Probably in his room. That in itself was fine, but.. if she could hear him so easily.. surely, he hadn't heard her.

“Hang on, hang on,” Anon pleaded as he fought with the lock on his door.

“Come on, dude,” a young voice called from the other side of the door. Anon thought he sounded kind of like that turtle from that one movie with the fish that lost his dad. Not that Anon watched movies like that. “Clock’s a’tickin, brah. Thirty minutes or less doesn't count if you if yuh don't open your door.”

“Ok, ok,” Anon replied. He finally wiggled the knob free and pulled the door open.

The pizza delivery boy was everything Anon expected. Young, younger than Anon, his curly blonde hair rolled down out from under his red pizza boy delivery hat, a few inches past his shoulders. He wore the traditional red and white with a stain on one side shirt over a pair of jeans that looked like they were a size of two too big for his narrow frame.

“Gonna be twelve fifty, plus tax, ya know, government's cut 'n all that.” He held out the boxed pizza to Anon. He glanced down a little when Anon reached for the box and gave a sudden whistle. “Whoa, dude. I hope, like, that's not my tip. Brah.”

Anon, pizza box now in his hands, looked down. He had stuffed his dick my in his pants, sure, but that little bastard had pitched a tent big enough for a family of four. Anon sighed and slouched. His dick had its revenge after all.

“I am so sorry,” Anon said sheepishly as he tried to twist his legs around to hide his boner. He held the pizza box aloft in one hand as he dig through his back pocket for his wallet with the other. “Twelve fifty, uh..” Anon squinty as he tried to read the delivery boy’s name tag, “T.. Todd.”

“Ch’yeah,” he said, his golden curls bouncing as he nodded, “Plus Uncle Sam’s cut.”

“Right,” Anon was wrestling with his wallet. He didn't even have that much money in it, but it was still pretty hard to get out one handed. He managed to get a twenty out, even though he dropped his wallet on the floor when he did. With a sigh, he handed it to the young deliverer of foodstuffs. “Here. Keep the change, k?”

“My man,” said Todd. He fist bumped Anon before pinching the bill between his finger and thumb and pulling it from Anon's hand.

“Anon, is that the pizza?”

Anon glanced back over his shoulder when he heard Amy’s voice. She was peering around the corner of the house with one of Anon's blue bath towels wrapped around the top of her head. He could only assume she had another towel around her body, but he knew where assumptions like that led.

“Yeah,” he lifted the box a little in emphasis.

“Ok, good,” she smiled, “I'll be right out! Just have to throw some clothes on.” And then she was gone.

“Dude.” Todd's voice was level and somber. “ Bro. My man. Duuude.”

Anon turned back around to see a grinning, nodding Todd starting back at him. He raised a closed hand up for another fist bump, which Anon reluctantly bumped.

“That's one of those Mobian girls, right,” he asked in a half whisper, as if he was talking about some big secret.

“Y-yeah,” Anon said, “I'm in that program.”

“My. Man.” Todd exaggerated both words. “She's a cutie. Wish I hadda signed up for that. But I still live with my folks, so, yuh know.”

“Um.. yeah?” Anon desperately wanted to close the door before this conversation got much weirder.

“Hey, it 'splains that,” Todd said as he motioned towards Anon's raging erection. Oh god, it got weirder.

“No, no, no,” Anon sputtered like an old car, “It's not like that at all.”

“Bruh.” Todd gave Anon a wink and shot him the double finger guns. He didn't say anything more after that. He just backed away from the door slowly with that stupid grin on his face.

Todd was still shooting off his finger guns when Anon closed the door with his foot. What was that guy trying to imply? If Amy Rose had been a human girl, the implications would have been obvious. Well, they were obvious anyways, Anon just couldn't believe that anyone would think like that. That anyone else would think like that, he reminded himself. He had spent the last ten minutes pulling his dick to idea of her showering. Anon shook his head. What was he thinking?

He walked away from the door and set the pizza down on the coffee table. He had been holding it a bit too long and it was starting to burn his hand a little. He gave the previously mentioned almost burnt hand a wave to cool it off as he went to the kitchen to fetch some plates from the cabinet.

Amy happened to come back around the corner while he was searching for dinnerware. Anon made a quick mental note of the fact that she was dressed and not just wearing a towel. Or less than a towel. She had traded in her red and white sun dress for a dark maroon sleeveless nightshirt with a pair of very comfy looking lavender colored pajama bottoms. The gloves and gold bangles that adorned her hands were gone, as well as her big red boots.

Hands and feet. Well, hands and paws. But feet not really animal paws. But also  not human feet. Feet paws? What else would she have had under her gloves and shoes? Anon had thought maybe she would have claws or something, and that's why she wore the gloves. But they were just a fashion statement, apparently.

Anon let his eyes wander a little bit too long and lost his concentration, which lead to him almost dropping a plate. Amy hadn't noticed him looking her over, but she did notice when the dish flew out of his hand.

“I've got it,” she cried as she rushed over. She sure was fast, Anon thought. She plucked the flying plate out of the air quite nimbly. Anon was impressed. “Here,” she said as she held it out to him, “I think you dropped this.”

“Oh, thanks,” Anon said as he accepted the offered plate. He held it for a moment, the same way he held her gaze. He was beginning to care less about how odd her goggle eyes had first seemed, and now found himself more interested in how pretty and green they were.

“Anon,” Amy said, turning her head down and to the side a bit. She suddenly felt very aware of his gaze. It was just Anon in one of his stupors again, she told herself. But this time, she couldn't help but feel a little giddy at being looked at like that. “Is there.. Is something the matter?”

“Oh! Um, well..” Anon turned his head this way, then that way. He finally turned back towards her and held the plate back out. “Here,” he said, “you use this one. I like that other one up there.”

Amy smiled and relaxed a little inwardly. It was just Anon being Anon. He didn't mean anything by it. The problem was, she felt a little disappointed that he didn't. “Thanks,” she said as she took the plate back.

Anon smiled too. Then he twisted on his heels and went back to the counter. Damn. That actually was his favorite plate. Oh well, couldn't tell her that now or she'd know he had pulled that line out of his ass. He would have to use one of the old white plates with the blue trim. They were decent plates, but heavier than the ones he liked using. A sacrifice he would have to deal with for now.

“Oooh, this looks delicious!”

Anon spun his head around to see that Amy had made her way to the couch and had opened the pizza box. “And no anchovies,” she added delightfully.

Drinks. Couldn't have dinner without drinks. Not that they were having dinner, Anon reminded himself. They were just two roommates sharing a pizza. Two roommates that weren't even the same species. Two roommates, one a guy, one a girl. A girl who had masturbated in his shower while he listened and stroked it in his room. Yup. Just two roommates. Anon knew he was going to hell, he just knew it.

“Hey, um..” Anon suddenly caught a lump in his throat.

“What's up, Anon?” Amy had already pulled a slice of pizza free from its other wedge shaped dough brothers and taken a bite out of it.

“Um..” What was up, Anon? Think, think. Don't freeze up now! Freeze. Ice. Ice goes in- “Drinks!” Anon hadn't mean to shout, but the thought came to him so abruptly, he couldn't help it.

“Drinks would be nice,” she said with a giggle.

“Yes, they would,” Anon replied. And then stood there stupidly for about six seconds before going, “Oh, right! Drinks. What do you want?”

“Well, what do you have,” she asked before taking another bite of pizza.

Righteo. She hadn't gone through the fridge yet. What did he have? Anon hooked his plate under his arm and swing the nearby fridge door open. Soda, soda, cherry soda, store brand soda, aaand two cans of some fruit flavored alcoholic beverage, because Anon was too weak bellied to drink real beer. Wuss.

“Is soda ok,” Anon asked, poking his head out from behind the refrigerator door. He was worried it wouldn't be. He remembered that she had gotten a tea to drink when they stopped at the deli for lunch. Anon wasn't a tea drinker, so he didn't keep any around in the apartment. Didn't like the idea of a drink made from boiling crushed up dried leaves. No, Anon liked his drinks to be made in a factory, which a shit ton of ingredients that he could barely pronounce, and sealed in brightly labeled bottles and cans.

“Soda's fine,” she answered back to Anon’s surprise, albeit a good surprise. “Do you have cherry?”

He did have cherry! “Yeah,” he replied. He liked cherry as well. So, it turned out Amy was a non anchovy eating drinker of cherry soda that moaned his name while getting dirty in the shower. Plus she was super cute. If only she were human. Or did that really matter?

Anon cracked his head on the top of the fridge when he stood up. Another symptom of having his mind being a hundred miles away. Now that he had a nice throbbing knot swelling up on the back of his head, Anon closed the fridge and joined Amy on the couch.

He set the two cans down and the little wooden table, nudging one over closer to her plate. She would have thanked him, but she had a mouth full of cheesy goodness, so Anon had to settle for a puffy cheeked smile. That was enough for him.

She cracked open her can of soda and chased her pizza down with a shot of cherry flavored goodness while Anon went to picking out a slice. It shouldn't have mattered, it's not like any one slice and more or less special than the others. But, Anon was Anon.

He popped the top on his can after he had selected the perfect slice that was no different from all the other perfect slices. Amy noticed, while taking another quick sip, that Anon spun the tab around after opening his can.

“Whatcha do that for?” she asked, pointing at Anon’s can with her bottom finger.

“Hmm, oh this?” Anon glanced down at his can. “I figured since we both have the same drink, I'd do that so we don't get 'em mixed up. They say if you drink out of the same can  as someone else, you might as well be kissing them.”

“Oh really,” Amy noted with a cocked eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he replied, oblivious to the look she was giving him, “Because of all the germs and stuff.”

“Oh,” she said again, playing at the tab on her can with her finger while she thought. “Well, try not to get our cans mixed up, or we'll have to make out.”

“Yeah,” Anon chuckled as he took the first sip of his drink. His poor brain took two seconds too long to process what she had said. He choked down his mouthful of drink and set his can back down. After a short coughing fit, he said, “Wait, what?”

“Oh, nothing.” She smiled a small smile to herself and set her drink back down. It wasn't like she was really coming on to Anon or anything. But it was fun playing around with him.

Anon didn't get it, but whatever. Pizza beckoned.

“By the way,” she said as Anon started in on his slice of the pasta pie, “I really like your shower curtains.”

Duckies and frogs. Anon froze. A string of half melted cheese hung between his mouth and the pizza in his hand, like a thick yellow spider web. He swallowed his mouthful of pizza, which took a lot of effort and hurt like hell because he hadn't even chewed it yet, and said, “I, uh.. I picked that one because I thought, um, the yellow and green go good with the rest of the bathroom.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” she nodded as she thought it over, being someone of a designer at heart herself. “But I just thought the duckies and frogs were cute.”

Derp. That's how Anon felt.

“You wanna watch anything?” Anon asked after a short, uncomfortable pause. He searched for the remote, it was on the coffee table under his magazines. He sneaked the gaming mags down into the little drawer that slid out of the side of the coffee table while she wasn't looking. “I have basic cable.”

“It's fine,” she shrugged, “I don't know what comes on here anyways.”

“Oh, right. That makes sense.” Having a roommate was an entirely new experience for Anon. Having one from a different planet made it ever more of an interesting experience. Anon thought he remembered an old sitcom based on that exact scenario. He could imagine himself, in the situation he was currently in, being the star of his own daytime tv show. More like a Saturday morning cartoon.

Anon settled for one of those sappy reality shows, the one where all the girls lived in the big house together, all trying to get with that one dude. Anon didn't get what the big deal was. That guy wasn't that much better looking than himself. It was obviously staged. A series about a guy living in a house full of beautiful women that all wanted his dick? But the girls always liked these kinds of shows, so Anon suspected Amy might. Since she was a girl.

Amy wasn't really interested in what was on any of the dozens of cable channels that came included with Anon's lease. She was more the conversation over dinner type. It was nice to have a little background noise, though. But she would rather talk it up with Anon instead of watch a show. And that's what she did.

“So.” She put her hands on her knees. She had finished her piece of pizza already. Didn't take much to fill her tiny stomach, so she wasn't in a hurry to get another piece yet. “Tell me about yourself, Anon. I'm gonna be staying here for a while, and I don't know anything about you!”

Anon blinked at her. He hadn't expected questions. So much for using the tv to keep from having to talk. “Well.. um.. what did you wanna know?”

“Anything,” she said, shrugging off his blank stare. “I just want to know more about the guy I'm gonna be living with. Make sure you're not some kind of creep, or a secret serial killer or something.”

“Well I'm definitely not a serial killer,” Anon quickly said.

“That's a relief.” Amy feigned placing a hand over her chest as if she really had been worried about it. But then her eyes narrowed. She looked up at Anon with a weird, sideways kind of grin and said, “But you didn't say you're not a creep.”

Oh snap. Anon immediately assumed the worst. He thought maybe she had heard him in his room earlier. Oh shit, dear god, what was he going to do now? He felt like he had the word 'busted’ branded across his face in big, bold letters.

He was just about to start spouting expositions and apologies and beg her not to press any charges against him or anything when she told the foundation about what he had done, when she burst out into another fit of that laughter she seemed prone to do when he was starting to collapse under the strain of his anxiety.

“Oh my god, Anon, you should see your face,” she laughed.

Why? Did it have the word 'busted’ branded- you know what, I'm not typing all that again. Anon felt his face flush. He tried to hide his shame and embarrassment behind his can of soda by taking a long, slow drink.

“Alright, mister creep,” she said jovially, “I'll be a little more specific. Don't worry, I won't ask you a million questions all at once. I'll give you time to answer.” She gave him a wink.

Anon knew what she was referring too. Great, another reason for him to feel absolutely inadequate again. Thanks, universe, for constantly reminding Anon of his many fuckups.

“What do you do for a living,” was how she started the interrogation.

“Well, actually, I'm upper middle lower management at a local business,” he answered.

“What is 'upper middle lower management,” she asked.

“It's, well..” Anon set the drink down and began to make a few motions with his hands as he went, “It's like this, and then, you know. And then I do this, and, well. Yeah. Like that.” Perfect explanation, Anon. Outstanding.

“Uh huh,” she replied slowly with an equally slow nod. “What about family?”

“Sure, one day,” Anon shrugged, “But I'm not ready to settle down right now, besides-”

“No, no,” she cut him off, waving a hand his way, “I meant, like, mom and dad, brothers and sisters.”

“Oh.” It was a good thing she had interjected, it kept him from saying 'I can't find a girl who'd want to start a family with me’. “Sure. I obviously have parents. I mean, I wouldn't exist if I didn't have parents.”

“Obviously,” came Amy's reply. “Ok. How about this one. What do you do for fun?”

Play video games. Watch porn. Masturbate until his arm was too tired to go on, and then cry himself to sleep as shamefully as possible. “Oh, well. I like to read. And write, like, just stuff to post online. And I play the guitar. And I like to draw too, I guess.”

“Wow, Anon,” Amy looked genuinely impressed, “You sound really artistic!”

Well that was an odd way to pronounce 'autistic’. Full of crap was what Anon really was. “N-no. I mean, not really.”

“And you play the guitar,” she pressed.

“Yeah. I mean no. I mean. Well, I have a bass, not a regular guitar. I used to play when I was younger. Had to take piano lessons when I was little, but I always liked the bass. So one day I got one. And now I have one.”

“That's cool,” she grinned, “I never expected I'd be staying with a rock star.”

“What? No-” Well now she had him all flustered. “I'm not a rock star. I just kind of play at it. I'm not all that good at it, to be honest.” Anon, being honest about himself? Shocker.

“Oh, I'm sure you're fine.” Amy relaxed back into the couch. She crossed a leg over the other knee, propped her elbow up on the arm of the couch and rested her chin on her hand. She enjoyed these kinds of casual conversations. “One more question?”

“Shoot,” Anon said with a shrug.

“Well, you seem like a nice guy,” here It comes, “So.. why don't you have a girlfriend?”

If you had taken a dull spoon and carved out Anon's chest cavity, he would have minded that less than what he was feeling now. That was the question, the million dollar question. Why didn't he have a girlfriend? Could it be because he was an antisocial, introverted moron with debilitating self doubt? Maybe. It certainly wasn't because of his devilish good looks.

“I, uh..” Time stopped. Everything focused on Anon. Thousands of brain cells, like microscopic Anons scurrying about it his head, clambered and searched through all the disordered clutter in his mind looking for an answer. “Haven't met the right girl yet.” Good answer, tiny brain Anons.

“Well I'm sure she's out there,” Amy said, nodding. The right girl for Anon? There wasn't a girl like that anywhere on Earth. Any girl crazy enough to like Anon would have to be an alien or something. Spoilers.

“Y-yeah,” Anon sighed remorsefully. “What about you?”

“What about me?” She hadn't expected him to turn a question around on her like that.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” After a few seconds of her staring at him with a look of sudden shock on her face, Anon reneged on his comment. “Boyfriend! I meant to say do you have a boyfriend?”

“Oh, right! Well, the thing is, you see..” Amy slapped her hands over her quickly blushing cheeks. She looked away from Anon and got all wiggly. She obvious had some kind of love interest. A sudden thought dawned on him. But his name was Anon too, and it was him she was thinking about in the shower. That must be it. The alternative made zero sense.

“The thing is?” Anon cocked his head a little. It was very disconcerting to see her taken so aback by a question.

“Ok, ok,” she placed her hands on her pajama covered lap and took a breath. “So, there is this one guy-” Anon knew it. “The only problem is-” Wait. There's a problem? “He doesn't, well.. he's a real busy guy. I don't think that he's noticed we're together yet is all.”

Don't think he's noticed we're together yet. That's what she had said. Anon scratched his nose. Wait. Hold up. “So you and this guy are friends?”

“Of course!” She grabbed at the soft material of her pants legs, a dream kind of look in her eyes.

“And you like him?”

“Of course!”

“But, he doesn't.. reciprocate those feelings?”

“Oh, he just doesn't realize that we're meant for each other yet,” she raised a hand and waved off Anon's skepticism.

“Wait.” Anon suddenly pointed a very accusing finger at the young Mobian and said, “You’re saying he friendzoned you? Harsh.” Anon could relate. Oh, Anon could relate..

“I am not in the 'friendzone’, Anon,” Amy made air quotes to exaggerate her point. Her eyes narrowed dangerously at Anon. He hadn't seen her look that mad since earlier that day. And then, someone ended up with a hammer shaped dent in his head. Anon suddenly felt very vulnerable. Amy shook a finger at him as she told him, “He just doesn't know that we're meant to be. Yet.”

Wow. Anon looked into those bright green eyes. Those very angry looking bright green eyes. Never would he have guessed that this adorable little bundle of sweetness could have such a seriously disturbed side. Anon hadn't meant to strike a nerve, and her reaction was a little frightening, but, at the same time, It was a little reassuring. Anon had been under the impression that she was some perfect example of her kind. Smart, funny, pretty, able to take care of herself. But, on the inside, she was just as messed up as he was, in her own way. That made her feel a lot more.. real. Relatable. Likable.

Anon turned away and shrugged. “Well, good for you.” He tried to sound as sincere as possible. It worked, because Amy's disposition eased considerably. She wasn't the type to stay mad for too long, anyway. “At least you've got someone. That's better than, uh.. some people.” 'Me’ was what he said in his mind.

Amy didn't feel like talking about it anymore. Which was strange, because she always felt like talking about it, and it didn't even matter what it was about. She gave a quiet little harrumph under her breath as she crossed her arms. But not for long. She couldn’t do it. She couldn't not talk. Especially when there was a perfectly good brain to pick sitting next to her on the couch. Well, ‘perfectly good’ might have been a bit of an exaggeration.

“Anyways,” Amy said, segwaying herself into a change of subject. “What made you want to sign up for the program? I would think a lot of people wouldn't want someone suddenly barging into their lives, especially not someone so.. different.”

Anon shrugged. “You're not that different,” was his response to her last statement, “You don't like anchovies, so you're automatically better than most people I know.” And she treating him like.he actually existed, too, Anon thought. “As for why I signed up to be a host family for the foundation?” 'Host family’ had such an off sound to it, but anyway. Anon paused for a second to consider his answer. Obviously because they offered to pay his bills for a while. But Anon couldn't tell her that. It would make him sound way too shallow.

“I suppose..” he pondered the thought another moment, finally answering, “I wanted to broaden my horizons. You know, branch out. Try something new. It's not everyday you get the chance to open up your home to someone from a parallel universe, ya know. It was a chance I couldn't pass up.” Good job, Anon. As far as bullshit stories go, that one was golden. A big ol’ golden pile of bs. “What about you? You said you lived here before, right?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “But, like I said, last time was a little bit too, how can I put it? Busy. It was a little too busy to really enjoy things. When the foundation contacted us, they said they would prefer to start with someone that already had some experience with earth and humans, so I fit that category. And I thought it would for a nice little vacation.” She gave a little shoulder shrug and added offhandedly, “And they said it would all be rent free, that everything would be paid for. How could you turn down an offer like that?”

Anon felt dumb for putting so much work into coming up with a reason that he thought sounded smart. Amy kept on surprising him with how normal she was. She sat there, giving him that sweet little smile, while he wondered if she could tell how retarded he felt. He couldn't even count to potato.

All this talking was making her thirsty. She reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the little aluminum can with the cherry logo painted on its side. “Um, Anon?” Amy had noticed something odd when she picked her soda can up. It was almost empty. But she had only taken two or three drinks out of it. Which meant- “I think you got our cans mixed up.”

“I did what now?” Anon looked at her. Then at the can she was holding. Then at the one still on the coffee table. And back at her again. And the can. And back and forth between the three several more times. When he finally looked up at her again for the fourth time, or was it the fifth? Anywho, she was giving him a cheeky little one eyebrow raised kind of smile.

“You know what this means, right?” She held the can up by her finger and thumb and have it a shake. The little bit of soda that was left in it sloshed about, as if it were taunting Anon. Could soda taunt? It could if it was at Anon.

“Y-yeah,” Anon answered. Then he stood and held his hands up in a pleading manner and told her, “I'll go get you another. I'm real sorry about that. I thought I wouldn't get them mixed up. I'm so sorry.”

Amy opened her mouth but Anon had already made for the kitchenette. She set the can back on the coffee table and sighed. She played around with the tab for a second before spinning it back around. In all the times Anon looked at the cans, he hadn't noticed that both tabs were spun around. They say if you drank out of the same can, you might as well kiss. Or so she had heard. Apparently, if Anon drank out of the same can, it meant he had a spaz and ran to get you another. He was a nice guy. A little slow on the draw, but nice.

The rest of the evening went by peacefully. Anon stowed the half of the pizza that was leftover on the bottom shelf of the fridge. Day old pizza was just as good as fresh pizza. Ever better, sometimes. Plus it meant not having to cook anything. And refrigerated pizza was a top tier midnight snack.

        Amy never owned up to switching the tab around on her can, so Anon remained oblivious to her little prank. It’s not like she was trying to give him an excuse to try to make a move on her. Really. It wasn't. She simply found it funny how Anon floundered around in situations like that. Even if he had tried anything, she wouldn't have let him. Of course not. Then again, what could one innocent kiss have hurt? It was just a little joke, after all.

        “Hey, Amy?” Anon was drying his hands off on a dry washcloth after having washed the grand sum of both plates. She had offered to help, but it was only two plates. Even Anon could wash two plates without help. He was a big boy now.

        “Yea,” she asked from the not too far away couch, still idly playing with the tab on her (second) soda.

        “I was just gonna say, I think I'm gonna go hop in the shower real quick.” He folded the little rag twice over itself and tossed it on the side of the sink. “Just wanted to make sure that you didn't need anything, since, you know, I'll be in the shower and all.”

        “I’m good.” She smiled that cordial smile of hers.

        “Oh. Alright.” Anon gave the back of his head an idle scratch, it didn't itch, but he didn't have anything else to do with his hands. “Well, the remotes on the coffee table. Drinks are in the fridge.” He shrugged. He thought he should say more but there didn't seem to be anything else to say. “If you need more, just holler.”

        “Will do,” she replied. “Oh, Anon?”

        He stopped at the hallway and shot her a, “Hm?”

“Be careful,” she said, and gave him a wink, “It’s pretty dangerous to ‘hop’ in the shower.”

Nope. Right over Anon’s head. “What?”

“Because it's wet,” she explained, “You might slip..”

Anon stared at her either that blank Anon expression.

“You said you were going to 'hop’ in the shower, and it's wet, so I said-” Now she was the one with the goofy grin on her face. “Never mind. Don't worry about it.”

Anon starred a moment longer. “Alright.”

She slapped her hands in her lap and looked down after he had walked away. Her little grin wavered and her eye twitched. She had tried to be funny to keep the mood light, but all she had done was made herself feel dumb.

“Oh I get it now!”

The shout nearly made Amy jump out of her seat. She saw Anon turn back down the hall towards the front of the apartment. “You meant 'hop’ in the shower, like jumping in it! I get it now. That's funny. You're funny.” Anon wagged his finger in the air towards her general direction as he spin on his heels again. He gave another “That's funny” on his way.

Amy rolled her eyes. Anon. What was she going to do with him? He was so helpless.

Anon shut the bathroom door. He let go of the handle, but then went back to it and turned the little lock on the knob. All the time he had been living by himself, he had gotten out of the habit of having to lock the bathroom door. Didn't have to worry about someone else barging in on him. Until now. Anon knew he probably didn't have to worry about her sneaking in behind him or anything. Or listening through the wall.

Oh man. Now that he had thought about it, he felt like a giant creeper. He was such a creeper, he thought he might hiss and explode at any moment. But he didn't. She had even said she wanted to make sure he wasn't a creep earlier. If only she knew. If only she knew..

Oh well. It was time to get naked. It'd be kind of hard to take a shower with clothes on. So Anon pulled his t-shirt over his head, peeling himself like a piece of fruit. He couldn't help but look himself over in the mirror. Balled up shirt in one hand, he ran the thumb of his free hand down his jawline, cupping his finger under his chin once he reached it. He studied the features of his face. Yup, they were all still there. And his hair. Maybe it was time for a haircut. Maybe not. Who knew?

He turned his gaze down and studied his body. Quite the example of a manly physique if ever there was a manly example of physiques. The statue of David had a picture of him hanging in its foyer. With his rock hard pecs and chiseled abs- Oh wait, there was a smudge on the mirror. There he was, mister reflection, back to his normal ol’ self.

Anon nodded in self satisfaction. He went to toss his handful of shirt into the little laundry hamper he kept on the floor by the door, but caught himself pausing mid toss. He saw something, something he had seen once before, earlier that very same day. They were small, white, and halfway covered by the red dress that lay on top of them. Panties. Amy’s. She had thrown her dirty clothes in the dirty clothes basket, like any normal person would. It was just, Anon hadn't expected to see panties on his way to take a shower.

He had a roommate now, and new roommates came with new changes. One of those changes was that there was obviously going to be more dirty laundry. At least two people's worth. As long as both parties wore clothes. Which they did. So there would be.

Anon cautiously held his shirt over the laundry basket. It would be best to cover the feminine undergarments. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Probably not, but Anon hoped so. He hesitated. It felt wrong to mix his dirty clothes with hers. Like it would be a direct insult to her decency. But he couldn't leave them anywhere else. On the floor? No, couldn't do that. Then what? Shit.

He finally took the t-shirt and carefully laid it down over her dirty clothes. He stepped back and wiped his brow. There. No big deal, right? Except, he hadn't quite covered all of her clothes. A corner of white fabric peeked out from under the edge of the shirt he had just put down, teasing him, taunting him. Anon yanked down the zipper of his pants and tossed them in the hamper. He didn't even fold or roll them up. He wanted them to cover as much space as possible.

He leaned forward to look into the little plastic basket on the floor. He had to be sure that they were covered. They weren't! That very same corner was poking out from under one of the legs of his pants. What the hell? Anon did a quick back step, nervously holding his hands against the wall to keep himself steady.

Panting, Anon pawed at the shower curtain. Duckies and froggies would protect him from the unhideable panties. Not much clothes left to lose now. Anon pulled his socks off, balled them up, and scored a two point shot from across the bathroom. He slid his thumbs under the elastic band of his own drawers and stepped out of them. An underhanded toss landed them right in the middle of the laundry hamper. Sweet.

He had to know. Had to be sure. Anon stepped away from the side of the tub and took two slow steps towards the dirty clothes basket. He was too scared to look directly into it, so he caught the edge of the basket with his toes and leaned it over towards himself.

Mother of every holy, not only were her panties still not covered, but the two pair of undies seemed to be laid across one another. Such a depraved and lewd act, right out in the open! Anon was appalled. He hooked his foot under the edge of the dirty clothes basket and flipped the entire thing over. It landed on top of the small pile of clothes that spilled out of it. He would have to pick them up later, but at least for now, he couldn't see her underwear anymore.

Anon's chest raised and lowered with each breath. He sat his naked hind end down on the edge of the tub and let out a lungful of air. That had been as tiring ordeal. He wasn't going to able to go through that each time he took a shower. He had two options. Stop bathing, or buy a separate laundry basket for Amy. Tomorrow, he would do some shopping.

Now that he was done with that, he rolled his legs over the side of the tub and stood up. He pulled the shower curtain that he liked so much across the front of the tub and turned on the water knobs.

He gave the water a second to warm up before pulling up the diverter in the tub spout. The shower head coughed up what little air was in the line before bursting to life with a jet of hot water. It felt good to finally be under the shower. He had probably sweated out three pounds of sweat today. He was due for a good scrub.

Using his hands, he rubbed the hot water all over his body. Anon grabbed his bottle of extra manly lavender body wash from the soap rack that hung from the shower head and the luffa sitting beside it. He poured a few drops of the thick blue liquid on the luffa and worked up a nice, frothy later.

It was until after he had rubbed soapy bubble over half his body that he remembered.. he didn't have a luffa. He held it up where he could get a good look at it. Nope. The frilly little cleaning device was a stranger to his home. Which meant it must have belonged to Amy. Which meant she had probably used it on herself. Which meant he was rubbing something all over his wet, naked body that she had rubbed all over hers.

The mental image of her cleaning her petite little frame jumped into his mind. All the little mini brain Anons sat around in front of a big screen that was showing what Anon had on his mind. It showed Anon's shower, only it wasn't Anon in it, it was Amy, slowly stroking the fluffy luffa across her arms, down her legs, up her torso. Oddly enough, hot clouds of steam just happened to cover her most personal areas, but the little mini Anons didn't care. They all leaned forward in their seats, oohing and aahing as they watched.

Back on the outside of Anon's head, he still held the luffa in his hand. A sudden spasm swept across his body. When he jerked, he tossed the luffa out of his hands and into the air. He grabbed it before it could fall out of his reach and carefully placed it back on the soap rack. Anon ran his hands through his hair as he watched a thick lump of soap bubbles fall off one of the luffa frills, hitting the water in the bottom of the tub with a splat before spiraling down the drain.

Man, living with someone else, living with her was going to take a lot of getting used to. A lot.

Steam poured into the hall as Anon stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist to cover his modesty. He looked both ways before he left the bathroom to make sure she wasn't anywhere around. He had neglected to take any clothes with him when he went to shower, and he felt very embarrassed with the idea of her catching him in a towel.

She wasn't anywhere in sight. She must've either been in her room, or up in the front of the apartment. Either way, the coast was clear, so he started backing down the hall towards his room. Backing so he could keep his eyes ahead in case she happened to come around the bend. He backpedaled all the way through his door and slowly closed it. Safety at last.

He uncinched the towel from around his waist and let everything hang free. The towel whipped around as Anon wrapped it around his neck and began drying his hair. He turned away from his door and spun around-

“I hope you don't mind.” Amy was over by Anon’s bed, hands behind her back, looking at the bass he kept on a stand against the wall. She could see her own face reflected back off the instrument's metallic blue surface. “I was just curious, and wanted.. to.. look..”

Her words trailed off into an abysmal silence as she turned around. There he stood, as naked as the day he was born, with nothing on but the blush on his cheeks. Anon folded his legs across each other and placed a hand over his crotch to cover as much as he could cover with a single hand. It was hard to tell which one of them had turned the deepest shade of red.

“Ohmygoshimsosorry,” Amy said so fast that it came out as one long word, which explains why it was written that way. She shut her eyes and covered her face with her hands for good measure as she made for the door. Anon opened it with he free hand and jumped out of the way just in time, being sure to keep himself covered as best as possible while he did so. You know, just in case she peeked.

Anon quickly shut the door behind her. Some might have called it a slam, but it was only a very vigorous shutting. Anon spun round and leaned his still slightly damp, but totally naked back against it. The towel fell from his shoulders to the floor in a heap. Anon's face was as red as a certain kind of root vegetable.

She has seen him naked. Naked! She has seen his- and not even when it was soft. That little fucker was standing tall and proud. It had been ailing him since, well, since he had listened to her when she had showered. He thought he had tamed the beast, but it has continued to plague him through the whole evening.

It was used to getting more attention. Living alone, he had grown accustomed to handling his needs by himself. But he was also used to having the privacy to do so. He had been keeping his hands off himself all evening, or almost all evening, but his need was growing restless. It didn't help that the bastard started going crazy every time he looked at or thought about his new guest. Best thing to do now was to put some clothes on, before something else happened!

Meanwhile, across the hall and in the other bedroom, Amy Rose sat on the edge of what was her bed for the time being, hands cupped over her face, green pupils peeking out between her fingers.

“That was.. I saw..” She closed her fingers together and hid her face as she blushed furiously. It's not like she had never seen one before. But she hadn't expected to see that one. She didn't know how Anon measured up to other human men (which was right about average), but compared to all the Mobian dick she had ever seen.. well, humans were bigger than Mobians in general, so it only made sense that that was bigger too.

In her mind, she might have been an embarrassed wreck, but her body was telling a different story. She could feel an itch, a tickle, growing steadily into something more. Was she seriously getting turned on right now? Could she really blame her body? It wasn't long ago she had imagined it, Anon and his.. anatomy. Now that she had seen it, her body was responding the way it knew how to.

She pressed her legs together to try to quell the fires of desire growing between them. This wasn't the time for that. Maybe later. Probably later. Definitely later. But not now. Hey, at least next time, if she happened to think of Anon while she did that, at least she wouldn't have to use her imagination.

By now, Anon had thrown on an old faded tee and some pajamas. Even though he was dressed, he still felt very naked, and even more awkward than ever. Anon had never been laughed out of bed before. Then again, he hadn't been to that many beds. But he wasn't John Hung either. Size not really being the issue, Anon hadn't expected her to see him so exposed on her first day here. He hadn't expected her to see him naked at all, but especially not on the first day.

What should he do now? Should he go apologize? It wasn't like Anon did it on purpose. As a matter of fact, he had gone through great lengths to try to stay out of her sight. How was he to know that she had snuck in his room while he was in the shower to snoop around? If anything, it had been her fault. Should he wait for her to apologize? What was the proper etiquette for dealing with your new roommate seeing the elephant swing his trunk?

Anon sat on the edge of his bed and lay his head in the palms of his hands. It had happened. It had become too much for him to handle. Tomorrow, he was going to have to call Karen at the foundation and tell her this wasn’t going to work out. He was not setting a good example for human society. If he was to be what they judged humans by, they were going to end up thinking humans were all a bunch of incompetent, bumbling perverts. And they all weren't. Just Anon.

Well, for now, he had better go tell Amy he was sorry. Whether it was her fault, his fault, whoever's fault, he still felt responsible for it. And it was an accident, anyway. It wasn't like she was camping in his room while he showered, waiting for him to get out so she could see the goods. He wasn't going to make her apologize to him for something that had happened so unexpectedly.

Buck up, Buttercup, it's not so bad. Anon figured that this was really about the worst thing that could happen. Which meant things couldn't get any worse. Sure, this girl would probably think he was some whack job perv for the rest of her life, but by tomorrow, she would be gone, taking her opinions of him along with her. She would probably tell her next host family about how much of a failure he was, and they would all have a big laugh about it over the dinner table, but at least he could go back to his normal life again. His everyday, normal, boring, lonely, depressing life.

Anon opened his bedroom door and prepared to step out, but he couldn't, because Amy was standing on the other side of the door in the hallway blocking his way. She had her hand raised, knuckles bent, apparently about to knock on his door when he had opened it. She gasped a little gasp when he swung his door open before she could knock.

“Oh, Anon!” She slowly lowered her hand as the two stared at each other for a moment. Anon scratched the back of his head as he tried to think of how to say what it was he wanted to say. Amy rubbed a hand up her opposite forearm and dug the toes of one of her paw feet into the carpet as she did the same. “Anon, I'm-”

“Look, Amy, I-” They spoke at once, like the scene was straight out of some sappy romance comedy.

They both paused again. Amy was quicker to pick her sentence back up. Anon's brain took a second or two longer to process things than hers seemed to. “Anon, I'm sorry. I had no right to be in your room. I was invading your personal space. Whatever you do in there is totally your own business! I totally understand if you're mad at me about-”

“I'm not mad,” he interjected.

Her eyes snapped up to meet his. “You're not?”

Anon silently shook his head.

“I would be furious if something like that happened to me,” she explained. Her green pupils danced around as she spoke. She was still having a hard time looking at him after what she had seen earlier. “I don't think I could stand the idea of someone seeing me.. like that. Having a picture of me like that in their head. Being able to imagine me like that any time they wanted to..” Her eyes trailed downward a little bit. How was she able to explain what she would be mad about in such detail? Was it because she was guilty of doing those very things herself? Well, obviously!

“I-I-I would never-” Anon said, holding his hands up in a defensive posture. “Yes you would,” one of his little mini brain Anons shouted. He pointed over to the group of other brain Anons still gathered about the screen, replaying the scene he had imagined of her showering earlier. He hadn't even seen her naked, and he had already imagined her that way. Was that worse than what she did?

“I know you wouldn't,” she said before he could sputter out anything more. She put her hands on her hips and looked up at the disheveled Anon with a soft smile. “I haven't known you long, but I can already tell you're not like that. You're as harmless as a kitten.”

Sure, she meant it as a compliment. But Anon felt like it sounded more like an insult. The brain Anons all broke out in laughter at the comment. One of them maid a meowing sound and did little paw motions with his hands and the rest doubled over with even more howling laughter. Anon's cheeks had gone crimson.

“-so I perfectly understand if you want me to leave.”

Anon had zoned out. “What?”

“I said that I'd understand if you didn't want me staying anymore, after I saw you.. you know.” She turned her head down but kept her eyes locked on his. The effect was nothing short of adorable.

“No, no, it's ok,” Anon said as he frantically waved his hands around, “I don't mind, really!”

“You.. don't?” She looked as confused as she sounded.

“Well, I mean, I 'mind’,” he explained as best he could, but Anon was no master of words and was having a hard time of making sense of his thoughts and feelings. Story of his life. “What I mean is.. I'm sorry you had to see that. But it was an accident, and I'm not mad at you for it. And I don't want you to leave.”

“You don't?” Same question, less pausing. This time her expression was less of genuine bewilderment, and more of an eyebrow half raised curiosity.

“N-no,” Anon quickly replied. “It's been nice having someone around all day. And you, well, you..” Come on, Anon. Figure this out. Tell her how you feel. “You're just great.” Oh. Simple, but to the point. “I mean, I'm just.. me. But you treat me like an actual person. Like I'm a person, not like you are. But you are. A person, I mean. What I'm trying to say is-”

Jeezus, what was he trying to say? The world will never find out, because he was cut off before he could finish by a pair of arms wrapping around his waist. Amy pressed the side of her face against his lower chest, all she could reach due to their difference in height, and hugged him tightly. She was a lot stronger than she looked. Strong enough to swing around a hammer that was as big as she was, at least.

Anon didn't know how to respond. He wasn't used to hugging. And this wasn't a mom or a grandma, or some old lady from church. This was a girl, a young girl, a cute girl. The best he could come up with on such short notice was to put his hands on her shoulders, gently patting one with his fingers. Hugging her back might have been a good idea, but that was too much to expect from the Anon we all know and love.

“You're a great friend, Anon,” she said as she finally pulled away from the one sided hug.

Friend. She had called him a friend. Whoa. Totally new concept there. “Friend?”

“Sure,” she said, grinning. But her grinned waned as she asked, “You do want to be friends, right?”

“Of course,” Anon almost shouted. He had to remind himself to breathe real quick before he said anymore. “I-I mean, why wouldn't I?” Friend. Friend? Brain Anons scrambled trying to make sense of the word. They ran around in chaos, flipping through dusty old thesauruses and drawing out mathematical equations on big glass panels, but they couldn't figure it out.

No time to think about it anyway, because Amy moved in for another hug. His mini brain Anons were still too busy to help him figure out what it was, but something about these hugs was making him more uncomfortable than they should have been.

Amy knew what it was, though. But she wasn't saying anything about it. She tightened her arms around Anon in what seemed like an innocent enough embrace. Innocent. Ha. Maybe the first hug was innocent. But after she felt Anon's still rigid dick pressing up against her body when she hugged him, the innocence quickly abated. This second hug was purely so she could feel that rock hard cock pushed up against her body again. She was going to have a much easier time imagining that thing splitting her in two next time she imagined it splitting her in two. Well that was an interesting sentence.

“So.. you're really not mad that I saw you.. that I saw your..” She craned her neck back so she could look up at him.

“Nope,” Anon shrugged. Mini brain Anons hustled about trying to figure out what felt so out of place. But, being a part of Anon himself, they were pretty useless when it came to doing any actual good.

“So.. would you be mad if-” Amy’s face took on a look of pure mischief. Her arms came from around his back, her fingers trailing the loose elastic that held his pajama pants against his body. She slipped her index fingers behind that elastic strip and gave his pants a small tug outward as she playfully said, “I did this?”

What happened next was not what she had expected. She knew Anon was prone to overreacting. That was half of why she was messing around with him. The other half of the reason was because she secretly wanted to catch a glimpse of that human cock again. Overreact he did. Amy had only ever seen one other creature able to move so fast in her life, and, for once, he wasn't who she was thinking of.

Anon lept back with such speed and force, but lacking any grace. Amy’s hands were still hooked in the front of his pajama bottoms, so when Anon inevitably tripped on his own feet and went tumbling backwards onto the floor  he carried her right down with him. Anon's landing was a little rougher than hers. Even though his floor was carpeted, he still hit it hard enough to knock the wind from his lungs. Amy landed on top of his, her face pushed up against his chest, her pelvis positioned squarely above the engorged reproductive organ Anon was keeping in his pants.

He rubbed the back of his now sore head and groaned a simple “Ow.”

Amy pushed herself up, straddling his body. “Anon, I am sooo sorry,” she pulled her hands up to her mouth as she apologized, “I have no idea what came over me, really-” Oh yes she did. And she felt it poking at her from behind. Her sentence turned into a gasp when she felt Anon's member. She looked back over her shoulder, she had to lean forward ever so slightly to see it, but there it was. Well, not 'it’, per se. It was still trapped behind the fabric of Anon's clothes. But it was standing up so straight that it has made quite a lump on those baggy pajamas Anon had put on.

“Oh man, Amy, are you ok?” Anon tried to sit up, but with her weight on his midsection, the best he could do was prop himself up on his elbows.

Still looking back over her shoulder, looking down at that massive swell of flesh in Anon's pants, Amy was hardly aware that he had spoken. She pulled her bottom lip through her teeth. She could feel her heart racing, she could feel each and every beat in her fingers and toes. And that itch, that little tickle she had felt earlier? It had turned into a full blown urge now. There wasn't going to be a later. There was only right here, right now, as far as she was concerned.

She turned around and looked down at Anon after he asked her if she was ok for the second time. She curled her fingers around the fabric of his shirt. She squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could, digging her knees into Anon's sides. “I'm.. I'm fine, Anon.” Her breath was weak, heavy with her desire. She was nervous with anticipation.

“Oh, good,” Anon leaned his head back down. His neck was getting sore from holding his noggin up for so long. “I was worried you might-”

“I'm sorry, Anon,” she chimed.

“What? No, it's ok,” Anon replied, oblivious to the carnal yearning in her bright green eyes as she stared down at him. “It was an accident. No harm, no foul, right?”

She shook her head. She smiled a small smile, still finding his continued ignorance cute. Cute or not, she was about to make her point in a way that would be clear, even to Anon. All her teasing, telling herself it was because she thought it was funny the way he floundered, it had all led to this. “No, Anon.” She said as she leaned down a little. “I'm sorry- for this.”

And then she did it. Tact be damned, she did it. She closed her eyes, leaned the rest of the way down, and pressed her lips against his. So what if they weren't even the same species? She was kissing a human, and she didn't care. She laid there, legs around his waist, hands full of cottony shirt, lip to lip with a guy she had only known since noon. And yet, this felt right. It seemed like exactly what she should be doing. Almost as if the entire day's events had been preordained by some higher power to lead up to this very moment.

After a few seconds that seemed like half an eternity, Amy Rose, the Mobian hedgehog, broke off her passionate kiss and sat back up. It took her three or four breaths to get back to breathing normally again. Her eyes opened ever so slightly. She swallowed back the lump in her throat and looked down. If Anon's expression had ever been hard to read before, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. Anon starred up, past her, through her, as if he were looking at nothing at all.

Alarms sounded. Red lights flashed. Mini brain Anons lay curled on the fetal position, or rocking on their heels with their arms wrapped around their knees, or running around with their hands in the air like they just didn't care. What had happened? His mind was on red alert. Nothing made sense. Nothing. She had kissed him. That was a kiss, right? Lips touched. Yup, that was a kiss. Anon could still taste her, taste her, on his lips. That wasn't an accident. She didn't slip and fall against his face. She didn't mistake him for someone else in a dark room. She had kissed him. A girl had intentionally and of her own free will, under no dures, and under the influence of any mind altering drugs, had kissed him.

“A-Anon?” Amy bit down on her index finger. It was taking longer than usual for Anon to respond. She hoped that she didn't break him. She almost had.

One mini brain Anon had enough sense to push the master reset button. It took a minute. A long minute. But after a patient wait, the brain Anon was rewarded with the sight of the 'welcome back’ message flashing across Anon's internal thought processor. Now that Anon was able to think about, he gave his head a vigorous shake and blinked. He poor eyes had started to go dry from staring so hard for so long.

“I-I-I..” Come on, Anon, you can do this. “I thought you liked someone else?” That's what you ask? Anon, we're going to have to work.on your priorities, seriously.

Amy Rose smiled girlishly, her cheek suddenly turning a shade of pink darker than her fur. She cupped her hands over her cheeks and swayed her shoulders as she stared off all starry eyed and innocent. “Well, it's true that my heart does belong to another, but..” Amy’s gaze turned back down to the Anon she was still straddling, the stars were still there, but the girlish innocence had left the building. She had an all too coy look on her face when she said, “He's not here.”

Anon could feel the sweat trickling down the side of his face. “W-wait a second,” he stuttered, “We can't do this! I'm.. and you're.. and we..”

“We're friends, right?” She put her hands back on Anon's chest and leaned down again, her face hovering only a few inches above it.

“Y-y-yeah,” he stammered, “But-”

“Well, the way I figure,” she was dangerously close to his face, “I don't see any reason why our friendship can't have a few.. extra benefits.”

“L-like free rent,” Anon asked. He couldn't think of a way to escape. He wanted to crawl away, but she had him pinned down. Poppycock. Anon was no mister universe, but surely he was strong enough to have gotten her off him if he had’ve tried. Then why didn't he?

In his head, brain Anon barricaded the large pair of heavy metals doors that led into the control room. Two mini brain Anon, the ranking officers, wearing hats labeled 'logic’ and 'common sense’ shouted orders and pointed fingers. The lower ranked brain Anons bustled about, some working busily at the controls, trying to find a way to get Anon out of the situation he was in. Most were occupied with holding the door closed, shouldering up to it, building a literal Anon wall around it as something on the other side banged against it.

They were losing ground. It was all they could do to keep the metal doors shut. And then it happened. One brain Anon slipped. He foot slid out from under him and he went down. That one mini brain Anon, that one pair of hands, that one push was the straw that broke the mental camel’s back. The next bang on the door sent the other brain Anons back in a tumbling heap.

The metal doors flung open, knocking many of the mini brain Anons that had been trying to hold his shit flying back. In through the newly broken open entrance rushed a swarm of new mini Anons. But not brain Anons. No, these Anons were different. They were a much rougher bunch, primal even. Mini dick Anons. Their leader strode in behind the first wave the filled into the. A lopsided hat sat atop his head, the words 'sex drive’ stitched into it.

He looked one way, then the other, surveying the room as his motley crew rushed in and began beating the brain Anons into submission. Some of his underlings came rushing up to him, with Logic and Common Sense in their captivity. Sex Drive took one look at them and pulled his thumb across the thickest part of his neck. Mini dick Anons cheered as they pair were led off. Sex Drive put his hands on his hips and nodded. He was in control now.

Anon's dick twitch in response to the new chain of command. Amy felt the sudden movement and smiled. He couldn't hold out much longer. Good, neither could she. “I'm not talking about free rent, Anon,” she said in response to his earlier question.

“You're joking, right?” Anon asked nervously.

“Does it look like I'm joking?” Her hands left his shirt and moved to her own. She crossed her arms over her torso and grabbed the hem of her nightshirt. She pulled, and up it came, over her body, over her head, and then tossed onto the floor nearby.

Mini brain Anons and mini dick Anons alike all stopped and stared at the big screen. They sat there in all their glory. Her breasts were so perky and firm that they hardly moved when she took her shirt off. In contrast to the soft pink fur that covered most of her body, her front side was smooth and peach colored, starting from her neck, running down her chest, belly, and down past the edge of where her pajamas hugged her hips. Anon could only imagine what other parts of her were smooth and hairless too.

Mini dick and brain Anons all nodded in agreement that they were indeed a mighty fine pair of hooters. A few of the mini Anons from the different factions even bro fisted or gave each other thumbs up. Once the moment had passed, the mini dick Anon herded the rest of the brain Anons out of Anon’s mental control center.

“I know they're small,” Amy said, diverting her gaze. She crossed her arms loosely over her now bare chest, barely covering herself in an act of faux modesty. You take your shirt off and then pretend you don't want him to see? Women. “You don't think they're too small, do you? I know guys like girls with more-”

“They're perfect.” Anon was surprised by the sound of his own voice. Not in the way it sounded, but that he didn't think he would actually be able to speak. “I mean, they're fine. They.. suit you well.”

Amy blinked. That was such an Anon response. Her cheeks puffed with a snicker. Her laughter caused her bosom to bounce up and down in her arms. She cupped her hands under them and made a show of looking them over herself. “Do you really like them?”

“Y-yeah,” Anon said honestly.

“Good.” Amy took her hands off her chest and leaned back down for another kiss. Anon didn't even attempt to fight. He lay there and let himself be kissed. He even kissed back a little this time. Way to go, Anon! She kissed up on him several times, each individual kiss taking several whole seconds. She finally paused her lip locking and looked into Anon’s eyes. “It's ok if you touch me, Anon. It'd be a lot more fun if you did.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Oh shit. This was really happening. Until now, he had been waiting on the punchline, on the 'ha, just kidding’, but this was really happening! Anon reached up and ever so cautiously put his hands on her lower back, just above where her cute little.pink tail poked up.

“There you go,” she said softly, nestling herself down against Anon's body, “Isn't that better?”

It was. He didn't even have to say so. Besides, he was back to thinking he wouldn't be able to make words if he tried again. And besides again, who needed words? She kissed him again. He kissed back. Captain Sex Drive pointed out orders for his minions. It was the eleventh hour. Go time. Now or never. Time to man up. Grab the horn by the bulls, and all those other cheesy metaphors.

Anon wasn't a complete stranger to the female body. He knew his way around one.. mostly. She had a few features he wasn't used to, like fur, and a tail, but everything else seemed to be the same. Anon ran his hands up her back, tracing the curve of her spine with his finger tips. She moaned against his lips while they kissed at the touch of his hands against her skin at last. His hands went all the way up to her shoulders before heading back down. Down, down, all the way to that little tail that poked out of a hole in the back of her pajamas. He hadn't thought about it before, but now he suddenly wondered how different it must be having a tail, how all their pants must have to have an extra hole cut out for it. But now really wasn't the time to think about stuff like that.

Besides, there was something else he wanted to do while his hands were down there. Something he had wanted to do for a while, but that he never thought he would get the chance to. And now that the chance had presented itself, he was going to take it. Captain Sex Drive would see to that. Anon ran his hands past the little tail that stuck through her pajamas, one on each side, right around the roundness of her perky little ass, and buried his fingers in the meat of it.

“Oh!” Amy gasped and pushed herself a few inches up.

“Are you ok?” Anon asked, suddenly scared that he had crossed some line he shouldn't have.

“Fine, fine,” she answered as the sultry smile returned to her face, “Better than fine, actually. How 'bout you?” Awful casual conversation for a pair of roommates laying around on the bedroom floor making out.

“Mm, no complaints,” Anon answered with a sarcastic shrug.

“Good,” came Amy's reply, with another quick kiss. “Now,” she sat back up a little, this time using her leverage to push her waist back against his groping hands, and the stiff prick that was still wedged between her cheeks, “Maybe we should do something about that?”

“Something about-” Oooh, she meant his dick. “Like.. what?”

Amy cocked her head down at him, cutting a playfully questioning look. “What do you mean, 'like what’? Haven't you don't this before?”

“Of course I've done this before,” Anon said almost a little indignantly. He didn't add the 'just not in a while’ part.

“Mhm,” she nodded.

“I have,” he insisted.

“Ok, ok.” Her bright green eyes rolled as she tried to keep from laughing. “I was only joking. You don't have to take everything so seriously, Anon.”

But he did. Anon always took everything seriously. All part of being a full spectrum autist. He was going to tell her something, then decided not to, and then changed his mind again. He opened his mouth, but before he could get any words out, she started shifting her weight. She was moving. But where was she going? He asked, “Where’ya going?”

“I'm going to take care of this.” Amy reached a hand down, sliding it between their bodies, until she could reach of dick. Anon jumped when she squeezed it, almost hard enough to buck her off. She giggled after steadying herself. “Whoa,” she said, “A little sensitive, are we?”

“Just.. nerves,” Anon reluctantly admitted.

“Well we'll just have to see about your 'nerves’.” Amy kept on backing up. And where did she think she was going? South of the border, that's where.

“A-Amy?” Anon's hands slid across her back as she backed up across his lap. She twisted her torso, backing off his body at an angle so that she was perpendicular with him. Anon pulled his arms back and propped himself up on his elbows again so he could see what she was doing.

It was pretty obvious, though, so she didn't give him an outright answer. Easier to go ahead and show him what she had planned instead of trying to explain the who thing. Her hand ran across his lap, settling on the inner edge of his thing. It didn't take much effort to undo the single plastic button that help the front flap of his pajamas closed. As much pressure as his dick was putting on it, she was surprised it hadn't popped off on its own by now. Anon was wearing a pair of loose boxer shorts under his pjs. His erect penis needed no help finding its way out of the opening in the front of them. The moment her fingers undid the button holding his pajama pants closed, the entire length of his dick jumped out like a wind up Jack in the box, but without the music.

Amy gasped. It was the only decent response. She had let the beast out of its cage. A human dick. Amy wasn't a professional judge of human dicks, which may have been to Anon's favor, but from what she knew about dicks in general, she was pretty impressed. So impressed, that she lost herself in the sight of it for a moment. Slightly curved, penis shaped silhouettes shone in her eyes as she slowly reached for it.

“H-hey.” Anon held a hand out towards her, catching her attention and bringing her out of her cock hungry stupor. “You don't have to do this, really. I mean, not if you don't want to. Really.” It wasn't that he didn't want her to. It was just too good to be true. There had to be some kind of strings attached. He was waiting on the catch, the fine print, the over inflated interest rates after the sixty days same as cash period ended. Buy there were no strings here. Just a cute little Mobian that was as starved for sexual attention as he was, as impossible as that seemed.

“I know,” she answered coolly. She scooted herself up against him until she bare chest pressed against his leg. One of those dainty little hands reached out, its slender fingers wrapping around the base of Anon's shaft. It was so big (in comparison to her hand) that her fingers didn't even go all the way around it. They went around it enough, though. She tilted his penis towards her face and said with a certain amount of finality, “I want to do this.”

And with that, she gave Anon's dick a sucking kiss, she took the head and about to inches of rod in her mouth. It was almost more than she could handle. But handle it, she did, and then some. Captain Sex Drive sat in the commander’s seat on the middle of the control room of Anon's mind, one leg casually crossed over the other, watching with satisfaction, all the while circuit boards cracked and screens sparked. Anon's poor mind was short circuiting, but CSD wasn't about to stop this ship now that he had set course. The mini dick Anon that had usurped control was content to let everything go to hell, as long as it meant getting Anon laid.

It took a couple of dips, but Amy managed to get past the halfway point of Anon's cock. Anon dug his fingers into the carpet, not knowing what else to do with his hands. He had seen plenty of porn videos where the guy pushed the girl's head down while she sucked, but porn and real life didn't always work the same way, and he sure as hell didn't want to do anything she wouldn't like at this point. So he let her go at her own pace without trying to interfere.

Her own pace was a pretty good one. After a couple minutes of bobbing, and without only two or three gags, she had managed to get the majority of Anon's dick in her mouth. She could swear she felt it going down her throat each time she went down. Anon could swear he was going to blow his load if she kept going much longer. She kept going.

“A-A-Amy,” he stuttered, entirely too stimulated from having his dick sucked to properly speak. He wanted to warn her, possibly stop her. Another thing that he knew some girls weren't entirely fond of was a surprise mouthful of jizz. But he couldn't warn her in time. Anon pulled at his carpeted floor and groaned as he felt his balls empty.

Amy had gone down as far on Anon's dick as she could when he erupted into her mouth. She could feel his cock twitch and swell as he shot wave after wave of his hot, thick spunk down her throat. She had little choice but to swallow, as far back as the tip of his dick was. She didn't mind. She had planned on swallowing anyway.

Anon had nutted, but Amy kept on sucking. Only for a few more seconds, though. Long enough to make sure she’d milked every last drop from Anon's balls. Anon lay back on the floor. More like he collapsed, exhausted from the sudden and vigorous dick sucking. He hadn't been expecting to have his balls dried, hadn't had time to prepare himself, mentally or physically. He felt a twinge of shame at having reached his peak so quickly, but, fuck, the way she was working that dick, who wouldn't have?

Amy wiped her hand across her mouth, not that she had left much to need wiping off. “A little pent up there, eh, Anon?” She smiled at him. Not her usual bright eyed, super cheerful smile. This was an entirely different kind of smile. It both aroused him and scared him at the same time. He could tell from the look on her eyes that she wasn't done with him. “Don't worry, so am I,” her demeanor softened as she explain, but only the tiniest bit, “It's been awhile since I, well.. anyways. I think it's time we took this to the bed. Wouldn't want me to get carpet burn, would you?”

Anon shook his head, feeling completely muted. He watched as she pushed herself to her feet and strode over to his bed, hypnotized by the way her hips swayed with each step. She had to be doing that on purpose. Had to. Or else he hadn't noticed it before. Not that he had gone out of his way to study the way her body moves while she walked. Until now.

He watched her walk the few feet from where he lay on the floor in front of his bedroom door over to the edge of his bed. She looked over her shoulder, a smile curled up the side of her peach colored muzzle. She wanted to make sure Anon was watching as she slipped her thumbs into the waist of her pajamas and started pulling them down. She definitely had his attention. Anon rolled over to the side, propped up on his shoulder, to watch from a better angle as she started to pull down her bottoms.

She leaned forward ever so slightly and pulled them down, starting with one side, working them down a few inches, then pulling down on the other side two. She wasn't just taking her pants off, she was taking her panties off with them, and she was making a show of it! Her little tail went down for her to pull her PJs and undies both down past it, before popping back up. Her tail wasn't the only thing to pop back up. Anon's penis thought it might try to go back down after Amy had got finished sucking it off. It was wrong. When her pajamas went down, his dick went back up.

Amy pulled them down past her knees, which wasn't all that far, because her legs weren't exactly all that long. They were perfectly suited for her size, which was small overall. Short girl, short legs. Made sense. Anyways. Once she had her jammies down that far, it was easy for her to raise her feet one at a time and step out of them. She didn't quite pull her second foot all the way out. She hooked her toes on the inside of the pant leg and used her foot to toss them over to the side, well out of the way, panties and all.

Naked. She was completely naked now. “Are you just gonna sit there and watch?” she asked, playfully wiggling her round rear end at the gawking Anon. She turned around to where she was facing him and sat on the very edge of the mattress with her legs slightly parted, but because of how she was sitting, Anon couldn't quite see all the goods. He could see enough, though. Enough to know that the smooth patch that ran down her chest and stomach did go lower. She smiled provocatively and said, “Coming, Anon?”

Anon rose to his feet without even using his hands, a move to make even the king of pop jealous. Amy was going to chuckle at first, but when she saw that hard dick sticking out of the front of Anon's pajama flap staring at her, she forgot what it was she was going to laugh at. Instead, she leaned and moved her knees a little farther part in eager anticipation.

So she was smooth all the way down. Anon wasn't sure how that would work, whether the smooth part on her front side ran all the way, if she'd have fur like on the rest of her body, if she would have pubes like a human, maybe she shaved, or what. Didn't really matter. Hot poonany was hot poonany, whether or not it was shaved, furry, or natural bald. Bald was a weird term for it. Captain Sex Drive crossed that out the list of types of poonanies and wrote down 'smooth’ in the space beside is. Yeah, smooth sounded way better.

Whatever CSD wanted to call it, Anon was going to get some of it. He wasn't nearly as talented at undressing as she was. Very much so. He couldn't have looked half as sexy taking off his bottoms as she had, so he wasn't even going to try. But he still needed to get them off, show or no show, so he started pulling them down while walking towards the bed.

That was Anon's big mistake. He should have known better than to try to walk and undress at the same time. Once he got his pajamas down below his knees, they became a top level trip hazard. Anon was going to try his luck at stepping out of his sleepwear and pouncing on the naked Mobian that was waiting for him on his bed, but his luck failed him. His PJs became a tangled mess around his ankles, and his pounce turned into an a flailing flop. The look of worry Amy had on her face when she saw him falling turned into a soft laugh once he caught himself on the side of his mattress. Anon landed on his knees, feet tied together by the twisted pajamas wrapped up around his lower legs, arms outstretched, fingers clutching the thick comforter thrown over his bed tightly, face-

Anon blinked. No, he wasn't seeing things. Actually, he was seeing things, he just wasn't imagining it. It being Amy’s cunt, in all its smooth, soft, puffy glory, mere inches from his face. Anon could feel the warmth coming from it. It was like something out of a cheesy porn novel. Paperback imagery of Fabio be damned, this was here, this was now, and there was only one thing to do.

Amy's whole body jerked reflexively when she felt him run his tongue up her slit. Anon hadn't expected to have his face buried in poon. A lot of unexpected things had happened today. But then again, if you expected it, it wouldn't be called the unexpected, wouldn't it? She certainly hadn't thought that she was going to spend her evening with her fingers clinging to Anon's hair while her thighs were pressed against his ears.

It was a bit uncomfortable, trying to go down on a girl while she was trying to squish your head like a grape, but he was doing his best. Still, it was starting to hurt his neck. Screw that. Anon reached up and cupped his hands under her knees, where she had the least leverage, and heaved her back. Amy gave a quick, surprised squeak and she fell back on the bed. Now Anon had something her could work with. Still holding her legs, he pushed them to the sides, but not too much, he imagined she was probably pretty flexible, but he didn't want to chance having to stop because she was getting a charlie horse.

Now he had total and unrestrained access to the wet little pussy between her legs. Anon wasted no time. He went down on her like a dog drinking from a bowl on a hot summer day. Amy's back bent involuntarily. Anon was hitting all kinds of sensitive spots now. And he was just getting started.

He placed his fingers on the sides of her swollen lips, they were even softer than they looked, and spread her open. She tried to sit up a little, she was going to file a complaint about being so exposed, but when he started licking the inside of her spread open vagina, she flopped her head back down on the mattress and made a groaning noise that didn't sound anything like a complaint.

Anon had never tasted a pussy like this. Sounds like an odd thing to say, but it was true.  Anyone with any amount of sexual experience, even as much as Anon, could tell you that no two pussies taste exactly the same, but at the same time, there is still a universal, underlying sameness to all poon. But this? There was something about it. It was right on the tip of his tongue, pun intended, but he just couldn't put words to it. It probably had to do with the pure, primal, animalistic nature of what he was doing. He still felt like what he was doing was wrong on multiple levels, like the fact that he had only recently met her, and that they weren't even the same species, but now that they were in the heat of things, all that only served to make the whole thing seem even hotter than normal.

It was a sentiment that Amy shared. This was some random person, some guy she hadn't even known the day before. Besides, she already had someone she liked. But here she was, giving in to her sexual frustration, and enjoying every second of it. Enjoying it a lot. Enjoying it enough to cum all over Anon's face.

Fortunately, Amy didn't make too big of a mess. But Anon definitely knew when she got hers. Somewhere between her moaning more than Helen Keller, trying to crush his skull between her knees again, and feeling her pussy spasming out, he figured out what was going on.

Once she relaxed her legs enough for him to free his head, he sat back on his heels and straightened his back. He could see her chest heaving from where he sat. Her breasts were so perky that they didn't even fall to the sides like most boobs did. Nice. Everything on the insides of her thighs was glistening wet with a mix of her juices and his own slobber. Again, nice. The sight of her laying there like that made his already stiff dick jump two more spaces up the hardness scale. It was so hard, he could mine bedrock with it.

Amy was far from done, either. She only needed a few seconds to recover. They had traded oral favors, and he had done an amazing job on his part, no doubt there. But she wanted more now. Just like earlier that evening, when she had touched herself in the shower, she needed more than external pleasure. She needed something in her. And she knew where to find it.

She sat up, still breathing on the heavy side, and gave Anon one of the merry little smiles of hers. Head still down at her crotch level, Anon smiled back up at her. He knew he had done good. If only he knew he was about to done even gooder. She leaned forward, grabbed him by his shoulder, and pulled. Boy, she was a lot stronger than she looked. Anon came off his knees, then completely off his feet, as she pulled him up and onto the bed. But not onto her. No, no. She practically tossed his over onto his back and almost immediately had herself straddled over the top of his body again. This time, there were no layers of protective clothing to keep their bodies apart. He could feel her slick lips sliding across his shaft as she pushed her hips down. It was quite a 'holy shit’ tier feeling.

Anon, being Anon, couldn't be satisfied lying there there and getting fucked, though. Come on, did you expect any less? He had to stop, just long enough to ask, “Are you sure?”

Her answer was a mischievous grin and a raised brow as she reached down between their bodies to grab his penis and straighten it. He felt the tip of his dick touch the sopping entrance of her cunt. Time froze for a split instance. He was one with the universe. He could feel everything and nothing at all at the same time, and it even made sense. The meaning of life became perfectly clear. All was bliss. It felt like eternity, but when the moment ended, Anon found himself back on his bed, with Amy Rose the Mobian hedgehog pushing her hips down on him, driving the full length of his penis into her in one shot.

Anon could feel her body tighten around his dick as she impaled herself upon him. She put her hands back down on his torso, kind of roughly, like, she slapped her hands down hard, and grunted out an, “Oh my god.”

All she could think about was how good it felt to finally have a cock in her. All Anon could think was 'please don't fart’. We've all been there. When you get into sex for the first time after too long, you start worrying about all the little things. Like losing control of your bodily functions and blowing the 'ol horn while trying to perform. So Anon clenched everything as Amy started grinding their pelvises together.

Her breasts began to bounce ever so slightly as her grinding grew steadily more energetic. Only a few minutes after she had started and she was forcefully slapping her ass against Anon's lap, driving that human cock in to the hilt with each slam. The usually calm and collected girl had lost herself to desire. She was little more than a sex crazed animal.

Anon put his hands on her thighs to hold her steady because he was worried she was going to buck herself off. He had started thrusting back, but she was going at it with such vigor that there wasn't much left for him to do but ride it out. They were both panting before too long. Anon kept his ac turned down fairly low, but things were still getting so hot that the two of them had worked up a decent sweat. The wet smacking noise it made each time she forced herself down didn't do anything to help.

“Oh god, Anon,” she panted between breaths as she leaned forward. He could tell she was getting close. At least, he hoped she was. Because he was. And he was right, she was! “Oh god, it feels so good. Better than I imagined!” That was about all she said that was coherent. After that, it became a jumbled mix of pleases, oh gods, and saying Anon's name over and over.

Anon slid his hands up her thigh to her waist. He was about to pop like a shaken can of soda. “A-Amy,” he struggled to say while trying to keep up with her, “I'm gonna.. I'm gonna.. You need to get off before I..”

Amy’s eyes, which had been rolled back and mostly closed for the better part of things, suddenly became bright and lucid again. She suddenly stopped, hips all the way  down, dick buried all the way in, leaned forward and asked, rather excitedly, “Are you gonna cum?”

“I-i-if you k-keep moving,” Anon struggled to answer. Every muscle in his body was stiffer than they had ever been in his life. His thighs felt like a pair of rocks, he was squeezing them so tightly to try to keep the jizz from leaving his balls.

“You mean,” Amy's excited stare turned into a sly grin as she slowly dipped her hips forward, pulling herself off all but the very top of Anon's penis, only to push herself all the way back down again, “Like this?”

“Yes,” Anon squeaked in a voice that was much too high pitched for any male to ever speak in.

“Oooh.” She feigned a sound of surprise as she leaned forward again. “So, if I keep doing this,” she pushed her ass back down, slowly burying Anon's quivering peen in her pussy again, “Then, you're going to cum?”

Anon silently nodded, focusing all his effort into not blowing his load.

She leaned forward again, this time lowering her face closer to his and whispered seductively, “Inside me?”

Anon nodded again, this time with a stream of tears pouring from each of his eyes. Captain Sex Drive patted his forehead with a cloth as he watched the levels on a nearby gauge climb well past their maximum recommended levels. The pressure was almost too much for Anon to take. Alarms began to sound. Anon wasn't going to survive much more of her teasing. But that didn't stop her.

She moaned as she lowered herself back down. Her eyes rolled back again and she returned to slowly rocking back and forth across Anon's lap. If his toes curled any tighter, they would break. If his fingers straightened out and farther, they would pop off. If his balls got any more full, they would explode. And that would be messy. When at last he had come to the camel’s back breaking straw, he put his hands on her hips and held her in place. It was during the upstroke, so he had about two thirds of his penis out, but his throbbing, swollen head was still lodged within her tight cunt. She gasped and looked back down when he grabbed her, caught totally by surprise at his sudden movement.

“Don't.. move.” His chest felt so tight, he didn't even know how he got the words out.

She froze. She didn't even breath. He could still feel her heartbeat pulsing through his rigid dick. Or was that his own heartbeat? Or both? He couldn't think clearly enough to tell. All he knew was that if she went back down again, he was going to fill her up whether he wanted to or not. Which he did. But he didn't. As in he wanted to, but he didn't think he should. What guy wouldn't want to fill such a young, tight, eager pussy with a load of his spunk?

Anon was a million miles away. He lost all sense of space and time again. He was floating through a sea of stars, focused on nothing more than trying to hold back. Then he heard it. Faint and distant. Then again, but a little louder this time. By the third or fourth time, he could tell what it was. Amy was calling his name. “Anon,” she whispered. “Anon?”

He looked up. Weary eyed and shaky legged, he lay under her on his bed, the upper portion of his penis still inside of her while he still clasped his hands to her waist for dear life. She was looking down at him with those bright green eyes of hers. She had such pretty eyes.

She worked her hands up his forearms and took his hands off her waist, intertwining their fingers together. She smiled, smiled that sweet, innocent smile of hers. And then dropped her hips back down one final, orgasm inducing time. Mini dick Anons rallied together and cheered as they watch their captain slammed his balled fist down on a big red button labeled 'nut’.

Amy cried out with the glee of a woman fulfilled as she went over the edge. She had been edging as close as Anon had, and that last little push was all she needed to be sent careening into ecstasy. Anon's back lurched and his stomach tightened so hard he feared he might herniate as he shot wave after wave of semen into her. Amy clenched her fingers so tightly around his that it hurt, but at that point, he didn't even feel pain anymore. Even after his balls had finally run dry, he could still feel her pussy twitching and clenching around his dick. He couldn't tell which one of them had cum that hardest. He didn't care. She didn't either.

She collapsed onto his chest. They both panted like a pair of old dogs on a hot porch. He felt the hot mix of fluids running down her thigh and across his waist when he finally pulled his spent penis out of her.

All was quiet in the command center in Anon's mind. Captain Sex Drive and his crew shuffled out the big metal doors they had broken their way into not long ago. CSD took one last look at the big screen, on which it showed Amy lying atop Anon's chest, her little pink body rising and falling with each breath he took. Sex Drive gave a casual salute before he turned and followed his men away, his work done. For now. Logic and Self Control sat outside the entrance with all the other mini brain Anons. Once the dicks had marched off, they picked themselves up and went to check on the damages. The command center was into total disarray. Monitors were cracked, files were strewn across the floor, chairs were overturned, and there was even a light precariously swinging from a loose wire above. It was going to take ages to repair the damage they had done.

Meanwhile, outside of Anon's mind, back in the real world, Amy bent a leg up, hooking it around the side of his thigh as she snuggled her naked body against his. He was too tired to do much more than run a hand gently across her back. Her fur was so soft. And it smelled pretty good, too. Actually, it smelled just like-

“Did you use my conditioner?” Anon bolted up, almost tossing her off himself.

Amy gasped and caught herself before she toppled over. She cut him a puzzled look for a moment before she narrowed her eyes dangerously. “A girl gives herself to you, and the first thing you ask if she used your conditioner?!”

A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Anon's brow. “I was just going to say how nice you hair, er, fur(?) felt.”

“Oh.” Amy glare vanished. She smiled a pleasant closed eye smile and said, “Thanks, I think so too! You'll have to tell me where you got it sometime.”

“O.. ok,” Anon replied.

Then she stretched her arms over her head before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She hopped off Anon's lap, bent over to pick her clothes up off the floor, and finally turned to say, “Well, I'm gonna go get cleaned up.”

“Yeah,” was all Anon could say. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole fact that he just had amazing sex with a pink alien hedgehog girl.

Amy turned and walked towards the open bedroom door. She put her free hand on the doorframe and turned over her shoulder one more time. “Oh, and Anon?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Try not to fall in love with me, k?” She winked, an odd thing to watch her do with her one big goggle eye, but she did it nonetheless. “My heart still belongs to another. But you can borrow the rest of me from time to time, if you want.”

And with that, she rounded the bend and made for the bathroom, probably to get another shower. Anon sat, stunned and confused, naked on his bed. What had he gotten himself into? He had only signed up for this program for the benefits. This was not at all what he had expected. And yet, this was what he had gotten. And that was how the first day of the rest of his life ended.