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Shadow hadn’t expected a gift—let alone this.
He held the Sonic plushie in his hands, stiffly at first. It was accurate down to the smug little smirk, the cocky stance, the softness of the fur. But the moment he brought it closer, his breath hitched.
The scent hit him like a punch.
Sonic’s pheromones—strong, heady, unmistakable. It clung to the fabric, thick and dizzying. Shadow’s pupils dilated immediately. His fingers tightened around the plush as the scent flooded his senses, triggering something low and animal in his gut.
Whoever had done this—whether Sonic himself or some wicked intermediary—had drenched the toy in something so dangerous it made Shadow’s mouth go dry.
He sank back in his seat, plush still in hand, as if dazed. And then, slowly, a low growl rumbled from his chest.
“So… you’re taunting me now, bluebird?” he murmured to the toy, eyes glowing faintly. “Or are you begging me to lose control?”
He brought the plush closer to his face, nose brushing the soft head, letting himself inhale deeply. His body tensed. “You smell like you want me to chase you down,” he muttered, voice dark and unsteady, “tie you up, and make you admit who you belong to.”
His claws twitched, a wicked smirk curled onto his lips.
Shadow’s breathing turned ragged as he clutched the plush tighter, his gloves creaking under the strain of his grip. The scent soaked into him like heat, curling around his thoughts until they were only of Sonic—his cocky grin, his infuriating laugh, the twitch of his ears when flustered.
Shadow’s tongue slipped out before he could stop it. He licked the side of the plush’s neck, slow and deliberate. The taste—faintly like him, like skin and warmth and him—made his spine arch and his throat release a guttural groan.
“Damn you,” he muttered into the plush, voice dark with lust and frustration. He licked again, messier this time, his groan broken by a shiver that ran the length of his body. “You knew what this would do to me.”
He nosed the plush’s head, his voice dipping into something feral and possessive. “You smell like you need me… like you’re begging to be taken care of. You think I’m just gonna sit here and pretend I don’t want to rip into you the second I see you again?”
His hips shifted, trying to grind against the seat as the plush pressed against his chest. He was losing control, and fast. His ears folded back, and his teeth sank lightly into the toy’s neck
Shadow’s breath hitched as he sank back into the chair, the Sonic plush gripped tight in his gloved hands. It was soft—almost too soft—and drenched in the blue blur’s maddening scent. Every inhale made his head spin, his restraint fraying more with each second.
He rasped, staring down at the plush like it had done something wicked. Maybe it had. Maybe it was wicked. He bit his lip, lowering it slowly, deliberately, until it was settled right between his thighs.
Then he began to grind.
A sharp groan escaped him, both hands gripping the plush’s waist, as he rolled his hips up into it. Slow at first, testing, dragging the fabric along his growing erection. The scent pressed in harder now, soaked into his skin, into his mind, until he was rutting against the plush like a man possessed.
“You like that?” he hissed at it, low and shaky. “Is that what you wanted—me like this? Pathetic?” He panted and shoved the plush down harder, his movements desperate now, the chair creaking beneath him. “You’re mine… only mine…”
His ears were back, teeth bared, tongue flicking out to taste the plush again as he bucked up into it with animalistic force.
He didn’t even hear the door creak open behind him.
He was too far gone—groaning into the fabric of the Sonic plush, grinding it down harder, rutting with a force that made the chair groan beneath him. The plush was soaked in Sonic’s pheromones, and he was addicted. Drunk on it. Lost.
Sonic stood frozen in the doorway, blinking once. Twice.
“Shads…?”
Shadow’s head snapped up, teeth bared, his chest heaving—but he didn’t stop. Not even for a second.
“Close the door,” he growled, his voice like gravel dragged through desire.
Sonic didn’t move. His mouth opened slightly, speechless as he watched Shadow’s hips roll up again. That plush in his lap, gripped tight in both fists. The room stank of him—his own scent heavy in the air. Thick.
“You—you’re rutting on a plushie of me?” Sonic finally blurted, voice pitching up in disbelief. His cheeks flushed a furious red. “What the hell?!”
“You gave it to me,” Shadow rasped, eyes lidded, drunk on need. “Soaked it in your scent. You wanted this.”
Sonic stepped in, slow, intrigued despite himself. “Didn’t think you’d go full feral on it…”
Shadow’s eyes gleamed with something wicked. He shoved the toy aside.
“You want to be in its place? Get over here.”
Sonic’s legs carried him forward before his brain could catch up. “You’re disgusting,” he muttered—right before he straddled Shadow’s lap.
“And yet here you are.” Shadow snarled, gripping his hips tight and yanking him down.
Shadow’s grip on Sonic’s hips tightened possessively, claws barely restrained beneath gloved fingers. His eyes didn’t leave the blue hedgehog’s stunned, blushing face.
“If you hadn’t walked in,” he murmured low, voice a threatening purr against Sonic’s cheek, “I would’ve laid that plush on its back… spread its little legs…”
Sonic’s breath hitched.
“I’d bury my face between its thighs. Pretend it was your scent coating my tongue.”
He nuzzled along Sonic’s jaw, breath warm, voice getting darker.
“I’d bite it so hard its seams would split. Bite down on that fake little neck and whisper how much I missed the real thing. How you left me starving.”
Sonic squirmed in his lap, face flushed deep crimson. “You’re sick,” he hissed.
“And you’d be moaning if I told you how I’d knot it.”
He leaned back just a bit, forcing Sonic to meet his eyes—deep and gleaming with hunger.
“You came in just in time to save your double from getting ruined.”
His grin widened.
“Shame you’ll be ruined in its place.
Sonic’s breath hitched so hard it turned into a small gasp, his cheeks flushed to the roots of his quills. He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but all that came out was a soft, helpless noise.
Shadow smirked. He leaned in close, lips brushing Sonic’s ear as he murmured, “Oh? Cat got your tongue, bluebird?”
His gloved hand dragged slowly down Sonic’s spine, settling low on his back, firm and possessive. “I was going to pin its wrists. Whisper in its ear just how tight it’d feel wrapped around me. How sweet it would sound trying to mimic your voice… squeaking when I pressed in deeper, whispering my name.”
Sonic’s ears folded back, shaking faintly. His whole body felt warm, his legs trembling where he straddled Shadow’s lap, heart hammering. “Sh-Shadow—“
“But it wouldn’t have been right,” Shadow growled, nuzzling into Sonic’s neck and inhaling deeply. “It’s not warm like you. Not slick and needy. Not trembling like a good little omega begging to be filled.”
“S-Shadow!!” Sonic squeaked, trying to hide his face, but Shadow’s hands gripped his waist and pulled him flush.
“And you smell so much better. I could drown in your scent. I will.”
Sonic squirmed in Shadow’s lap, face burning, breath shallow as Shadow’s words sank into his brain like warm molasses—slow, sticky, impossible to ignore.
“Stop talking like that…” he mumbled, voice barely a whisper, trembling fingers clinging to Shadow’s chest. But it wasn’t real protest. His body betrayed him—arched forward, thighs clenching, tail twitching.
Shadow’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “You’re shaking.”
He bent forward and kissed Sonic’s throat—soft, then open-mouthed, dragging his tongue across the flushed fur until it was damp. He mouthed the sensitive spot under Sonic’s jaw, murmuring between kisses, “You say stop, but your body says more. You want me to say it, don’t you? You love when I talk like this.”
Sonic whimpered, trying to press his face into Shadow’s shoulder and hide, but Shadow growled and pulled him back just enough to keep eye contact.
“I was going to bend that plush over my bed, rut into it until its seams split—pretend it was you, writhing and crying my name. But now that you’re here…” His voice dropped, guttural and deep, “I’ll do it right. I’ll ruin you instead.”
He licked down Sonic’s neck again, pausing just over his pulse. “Say it,” he growled, fingers digging into Sonic’s hips. “Tell me you want me to ruin you.”
Sonic could barely breathe. He nodded shakily, eyes glassy, lips parted. “P-please…”
Shadow didn’t need more than that trembling please.
In one swift motion, he stood—lifted Sonic as if he weighed nothing—and threw him onto the bed. The force bounced Sonic once, then left him sprawled, panting, eyes wide with anticipation and heat.
Shadow loomed over him, red eyes blazing, his voice dropping to a dark growl as he crawled up the mattress like a predator. “You asked for this.”
He grabbed Sonic’s thighs and yanked him down the bed in one rough pull, spreading him wide. He leaned in close—nose brushing Sonic’s cheek, breath hot, possessive. “I’m gonna make you scream so loud, you won’t even remember how to run. That cute voice of yours?” His lips brushed Sonic’s ear. “I want it broken. Begging. Chanting my name.”
Then, fangs bared, voice trembling with how deep his desire ran, he growled:
“No one else gets to have you. No one else will ever touch you. You’re mine, Sonic. Mine to break. Mine to love. Mine to make cry. Mine to breed.”
He ground down against him with an unrelenting roll of his hips, baring his teeth as he whispered:
“I should just pump you full of pups shouldn’t I? I’ll breed you into your next heat, stuff you full. Do things to you that I couldn’t with that plush.”