Archive of Our Own

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"We haven't been able to get a hold of Shadow, would you mind checking in on her?"

Rouge had sent that message to Silver at 06:27 am that morning, a good couple hours before the hedgehog usually woke up. Further inquiry revealed that not only was the bat predisposed on a mission, but Omega had chosen to come with her.

Questions about why Shadow wasn't with them to begin with were just redirected back into attempts to check in on the hedgehog. And Silver caved in to those requests.

Because he was trying to do good while stuck in the past.

That's what he told him self as he flew across the country toward's Team Dark's apartment in Westopolis anyways; but now standing in front of their unit, struggling to unlock the door with the spare key Rouge had provided him, the telekinetic hedgehog sighed deeply.

Why was he here?

Not in a "I dont want to help" way, mind you- but why him specifically? Silver wasn't exactly close to Shadow (he certainly didn't go on any weekend races with the hybrid), or even get along with her (despite the multiple times they had saved the world; or Silver had saved her from certain demise, heartbeat pounding in his chest-); he wasn't even the closest one of their friends to Westopolis.

At least, he didn't think he was. And even if that was somehow true Sonic would have gotten there faster, managed to drag the hybrid out with some stupid quip designed to irritate Shadow, and have a complete race before Silver even reached the outskirts of the city.

Not for the first time Silver bemoaned Blaze's absence. She was so much better at understanding this group than he was, even if she did have the sol dimension separating them just as often as he was in the future.

He tried opening the door again, only to be met with a dull thump as the deadbolt slammed against wood.

Silver tore the key out of the lock with a huff, stashing it in his quills as he glared at the door knob. Alright then, no more Mr. Nice Guy. He let his telekinesis slither out and invade the locks mechanisms, working it from the inside and unlocking the door, stepping inside and shutting it without touching it again.

Silver: 1

Stupid present doors: 0

"Shadow?" Silver called out, walking slowly through the apartment, "Rouge and Omega sent me to check up on you."

Contrary to the rest of his friend's beliefs, Silver hadn't actually been to Team Dark's apartment more than a handful of times; and even rarer was it for to not be due to some world cataclysm. Amy and Espio insisted that was alot, but Silver knew Sonic crashed here every other weekend if he could get away with it, and regardless; he didnt exactly feel welcome in the unit.

So he stood in the entry way, soaking in the pink sofa and luxurious yet utilitarian living area (Omega's charging station wasn't exactly small), drinking in the strange but pleasant scent floating through the air; knowing damn well that he wouldn't be lucky enough to get a response and yet naively hoping that he might get a quick okay from the hybrid and then he could be on his way.

When silence answered him he groaned sullenly, rubbing at his eyes as he made his way deeper into the apartment.

He remembered that the unit only had two rooms, Omega insisting to Silver upon questioning, that such amenities would be wasted on him. If the white hedgehog remembered correctly, Shadow's was at the end of the hall, leaving the other one to be sparsely used by Rouge when she wasn't on the payroll or out scrounging for dangerous gemstones that kept causing problems for him in the future.

He was really going to have to talk to her about that habit one of these days.

The scent in the air got stronger with every step, nose twitching as he smelled lavender, coffee, and a sweet undercurrent of something he couldn't quite make out. Pausing just in front of the door, Silver knocked and called out softly, "Shadow?"

No response.

Silver sucked in a deep breath, trying to stifle a groan before repeating himself, loud enough that he was certain he was heard, "Shadow, Rouge told me to check on you. If you dont answer, I'm going to have to come in."

Still nothing, no response except the growing strength of that scent seeping underneath the doorway. The hybrid must have lit one of those fancy candles and fell asleep- but she wasn't usually a deep sleeper. At least- she always woke up quickly whenever Silver called out to her when they journeyed together.

Silver swallowed down his building unease and sighed, beginning to turn the handle, "Alright well, I'm coming in now."

The moment the door cracked open the scent rushed over him, almost like a crack in a pool- rushing to empty the stuffy room and flood the rest of the apartment in that cloying scent. He smacked his tongue irritably. He was going to have to spend hours washing that gunk out of his fur when he was done with this.

He pushed the door open the rest of the way, tired amber eyes searching for the hybrid before a flash of white caught his attention.

Really multiple flashes of white, as a turn of his head revealed posters upon posters of himself taped to the walls. Every photoshoot he had been part of with Sonic and Shadow, every flash of camera's from reporters- even photos he wasn't aware of filled his vision, intermingled with various pieces of artwork, all cropped to focus on him.

The rest of the room wasn't any better. Memorabilia of the telekenetic hedgehog filled the space, minifig collections lining walls and plushies hanging from nets or sprawled across the floor where they were knocked off the bed.

The only break from the onslought of his figure was the occasional glimpse of black and red fur sharing those space, and a softly rising and falling, budding chest resting on the bed in the corner of the room.

"W-what in the world…." Silver's voice trailed off as he took in the hedgehog's room, thoughts trailing as his gaze settled on Shadow's bed, and the slowly rousing form of the ultimate lifeform.

Shadow rose slowly, lips parting sleepily as she yawned, little pink of her tongue slipping out as she ran it across her fangs and smacked her lips. He could see her pushing herself off of her bed with shaking limbs, an oddly…. wet plushie rolling from her side as she disturbed the bed.

She looked tired, and a little bit disheveled; ready to fall back asleep at a moments notice. And maybe she would have if it werent for the twitch of her nose, sleepily turning her gaze over to him, where he stood still as a statue in the center of her room.

"S-silver?"

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"H-hey Shadow," Silver stammered, and he couldn't imagine he looked all that dissimilar from Shadow in that moment.

Both were frozen in place, the circumstances of their meeting charging the air with an uncertain energy that clung to them as thickly as that cloying scent still filling the room so densely it was a wonder it wasn't dripping from the ceiling; or that Silver hadn't passed out from how lightheaded it made him.

The pause, awkward and uncertain as it was, gave the two a good few seconds to look at each other under the guise of bewilderment- or at least, that's how Silver chose to look at it.

And to look at Shadow.

To describe her as a little bit dishelved was, frankly, doing the hybrid too much justice. The particulars of her transition weren't really Silver's place to pry and he respected her privacy- but between hang outs and missions and world ending threats, they had shared more than enough company since her coming out for him to recognize the difference between her preferred appearance, a little bit of dishelvement; and exhaustion.

And Shadow was certainly exhausted.

Silver could see it in her arms, where her limbs struggled to keep her off the mattress with minute but distinct twitches and trembles, lithe muscles that could crush mountains if she so wished suddenly as unwieldy as noodles, yet the only thing keeping her steady as her legs lay limp on the mattress.

He could see it in the way that her chest fur, usually trimmed neatly to frame her developed breasts; was matted down and tacky, overgrown and clinging to the rest of her body more akin to cobwebs than the elegant plumage he knew.

It could be seen in the sweat slicking her fur and making it shine in a way that made his own fur crawl, knowing from experience how uncomfortable and distressing the feeling of having that much heat trapped under your fur could be; the way it clung to you and made you smell rancid.

Although Shadow didn't smell rancid. Not in the slightest. She smelt like the freshest lavender and that coffee store she was always dragging him too. She smelt like gunpowder and honey, the smokey spice and smooth sweet mixing into a dangerous and addicting scent that was confusingly so perfectly her it made Silver want to lean in and shove his snout deep into her fur, breathing it all in- no, that wouldnt be enough for him. He wanted to feel his tongue running across her fur, lapping it all up like it was the only thing that mattered. Running it all across her fur, down her stomach until-

"W-why are you here?"

The voice that spoke was so broken, hinging on a whine that snapped Silver out of his impure thoughts, and he tore his gaze away from the woman like he was burned. His eyes cast out stubbornly to the side, and he caught the golden shimmer of his super form plastered on the wall, a humored blush on his face as he held Shadow's own super form like they were dancing.

Well. Maybe looking away wasn't any better.

"I-I-, Rouge s-sent," Silver stammered out, tongue growing thick in his mouth as he tore his gaze away from the poster and searched desperately for somewhere to rest his gaze, some scrap of the wall that wasn't covered in his own figure or worse, holding Shadow close and tight.

The psychokinetic swallowed dumbly as, inevitably, his gaze settled back on the striped hedgehog, still slumped over and struggling to hold herself up. Her ears were lowered in a mix of sleepy confusion and embarrassment, like something he wasn't supposed to see but her brain hadn't quite caught onto yet. He couldn't stop himself from licking his lips absentmindedly as he took in her figure again.

Gaia what is going on with me… Get it together Silver!

"R-Rouge sent me to check on you," Silver blurted out, shutting them tight before anything unfortunate could slip from his lips.

Something in Shadow's eyes breaks at that, the corners of her mouth pulling down, "Oh. O-of course she did."

Silver's stomach sinks as Shadow's body slumps even more, arms giving up on holding her up and just flopping onto the mattress in a sad, lazy heap. Her eyes don't meet his, just staring out distantly as she worries her lip, no doubt struggling with some awful train of thought filling her mind again.

Rouge did ask him to make sure Shadow was okay….

Silver grants himself the liberty to step forward, approaching the side of the hedgehog's bed and dropping into a crouch.

"Shadow," He begins softly, trying to reach her eyes, which seem to be skittering about, doing everythign they can to make that impossible for him, "Are you alright?"

Her throat bobs as she swallows, and a hungry part of him latches onto the detail, wondering what it would look like if it was because of his-

He tears himself away from the thought, hoping the warmth on his face didn't show too much as he waited for Shadow's answer. The striped hedgehog looked at him with a sort of empty, detached gaze; and he watched as she processed the question. Brows pinching in confusion, crimson eyes looking at him like she didn't understand before looking past him and suddenly blowing wide open, ears pinning to her head.

The hedgehog curls in on herself immediately, which really doesn't help matters when it just reveals all the other merchandise of her visitor piled on her bed, bedding getting mused up and plushies falling as she scoots away with a shake of her head, "Y-You're not supposed to be here!"

"Shadow?" Silver leaned forward in concern, "I told you already, Rouge sent me to-"

"N-no, nonono" Shadow kicks out with a whine , ears pinned back to her head as she tries to look anywhere but at him, stuttering over explanations, "I didn't know-, It wasn't-, You weren't supposed to s-see-!"

"See-" Silver leans to the side to dodge the kick, "See what Shadow, is something wrong? Are you okay?"

When she chooses to roll over instead of answering, the psychokinetic leans forward worriedly, trying to check her over for injuries. It was hard to really get a good look, with the emo shaking and doing everything she could to keep him from checking her over, but he caught a glimpse of gray peeking out of the death grip she had around her midsection.

"Oh I see," Silver rumbles softly, despite himself. Part of him is screaming at him to just get out of there before he ruins everything; that something, maybe that scent, is clouding his judgement. But a larger part of him; the brash and reckless part he wasn't never good at tamping down, it encourages the words that are running across his lips, and the thrill makes him… excited.

"You must talking about all how I'm all over your walls."

Trembling black fur stiffens, and he hears a sharp inhale.

He smirks, settling down on the bed, legs to the side.

"It's alright, you dont have to be nervous," Silver soothes. He doesn't dare touch her just yet, no sense in risking it just to scare her; but he indulges in sliding his hand just a little closer, relishing in the body heat emanating from the hybrid, "I didn't know you were," he takes in a deep breath, "Such a fan, Shadow."

"I'm not a fan," Shadow bites out, but despite all her bravado her ears are pinned to her head, and her sniffling is wet and nasally, "I just… Missed you is all."

"But you splurged on a bunch of art of me?" Silver hums in amusement, "Most people don't cope with separation like this you know, especially not friends."

"Yeah w-well, I'm not most people." Shadow grumbles, shifting her arms into a better position, more of that plushie peeking out over her side.

"You're not," Silver acquieses, and then after a pause continues "But that doesn't mean it isn't admiration, want. So many pieces with me holding you… but I'm sure thats just a coincidence hmm?"

Shadow stills, her tail flicking nervously at the line of questioning.

Silver slides his hand back, despite how much he yearns to reach out and touch her, to run his hands down trembling sides.

"I didn't realize you missed me so much," Silver sighs, "I don't mean to make you worry."

"It's hard not to," Shadow grouses.

He isn't stupid enough to think Shadow didn't catch his change in approach, but he lets a sigh of relief roll through him when she goes with it, until her next words have his ears lowering in shame, "I have to soak up every minute you're here before you leave. Next time you come back you'll just have more bad news crawling after you."

Ouch. But, not an unfair assumption, unfortunately.

"Sounds like you're worried im going to get hurt," Silver tries to tease, narrowly skirting the topic.

Shadow doesn't answer.

Silver shifts closer, trying to ignore how thick the scent is getting the closer he is.

"You know I'm tougher than I'll look. I can take care of myself." He probes, watching her reaction, "If you and Sonic weren't so determined to hurt yourselves, I could take care of both of you too."

The scent steadily grows stronger, thicker somehow. He has to stop himself from smiling, just in case she rolls over and it's all ruined. The pieces are all stringing together, and Silver is smart enough to realize that whatever the scent is, it's coming from Shadow. And it's probably good.

"You should let me try it sometime," Silver pretends not to notice, leaning back until he's resting behind Shadow, "I'd like to be able to save you for once. I bet you'd love it."

"Maybe you should move faster then," Shadow tries to warn, but her voice is strained, ears relaxing to the side, "It isn't a game Silver."

"Maybe not," Silver shrugs, "But can you blame me for being a little jealous? You have all those flashy moves, you can do it all; and look sexy doing it."

There's a sharp gasp and a twitch of her tail, and if Silver looks closely he can see the fur around her inner thighs and dripping down her backside is just a little bit darker than the rest.

Shadow shuffles around before he can look closer, fixing Silver with wide eyes, "Y-you think that?"

He can't keep himself from a sharp grin anymore as he coos, "Oh you didn't know? Everyone thinks you're hot. I know so."

Shadow averts her eyes as a rush of blood fills her face, ears back in fluster.

Cute.

"Did you like that?," Silver smiles, and before she can respond or his better judgement can stop him, he breathes deeply through his nose, smiling at Shadow, "It certainly smells like you enjoyed hearing it. Maybe especially from me."

"Gross," Shadow groans, but she doesn't push him away, and he can see the tremor running up her spine.

"You say that but I can see worked up you are~," Silver rumbles, "You look like you could use a hand."

Shadow keeps her eyes averted, but she doesn't move away when Silver presses in close, enough that their fur is brushing against each other. Doesn't flinch or lean away when he leans up into her ear.

"You're always looking out for me," Silver whispers, "Let me help you out for once."

A soft whine escapes Shadow's lips before she can stop it; but Silver doesn't push forward. He lets her deliberate in her head, running through every course of action, brows twitching as she calculates all the risk versus just how much she needs this.

And as dangerous as all of the hypotheticals are from her perspective, her legs are only growing wetter. It isn't a surprise when her lips finally crack open.

"P-please Silver."

He pounces.

"That's a good girl," his voice rumbles as he pushes them over, resting on top of her sweat slicked fur and mixing their breaths, "Let me scratch that itch."

He leans forward to plant a soft kiss to the corner of her lips, groaning at the taste. Salt and musk and something sweet making it so much easier to plant a second kiss a little lower, a trail of them leading up her jaw to twitching ears.

"Are you sensitive Shadow?" Silver rolled his hips against Shadow slowly, taking the tip of Shadow's ear in his teeth.

"N-ngh!" Shadow whined, eyelids shuddering from the stimulation. He could feel her pressing back up against his thigh, slick beginning to darken his fur.

"I'll take that as a yes," He let go of her ear, licking it in apology before moving back down to her face. Her eyes were hazy with pleasure, and he ran a tongue over his lips.

He leaned in closer to her, breaths intermingling once more, taking in her features. Barely a hand laid on her and she looked debauched, cheeks rosy and fur mussed from saliva. He felt an odd urge to bite aching in his gums, and her lips looks so plump- soft, inviting.

He pulled back, so quickly the hybrid underneath was blinking in surprise, before her eyes crossed as he pressed his knee into her lower lips, a soft cry escaping her throat.

"Whiney too," He mused, still hunched over her, "I wonder what other noises I can pull from you."

He runs a gloved hand up her side, thankful for the thin barrier separating her sweat and musk from transferring to at least that part of his fur. Seeing her completely naked (save her inhibitor rings of course) was a sight that he would sear into his memory, but he wasn't quite ready to show off… that.

His fingers toy with climbing up her ribcage slowly, pressing in between the bones to make her gasp, before he's taking one of those supple breasts in his hand, kneading the flesh softly.

Shadow shivers, biting her lips and pressing her chest into his hand. Tilting his head, he grabbed the other one, massaging them; even finding stiff nipples and playing with them.

Tugs, pinches, even leaning down to take one into his mouth didn't make her squirm any more, only a slight increase in her labored breath any sign he was having an affect at all, and when he looks up; the striped hedgehog is still able to give him a lazy smirk.

Well that just won't do.

"Guess you weren't lying when you said they didnt feel like much," Silver mused, still bouncing them in his hand, "But I know you love having them played with like this anyways."

Shadow bites her lip and nods softly, and he flashes a fang as he leans back down to draw one into his lips, sucking softly on the flesh there, swirling his tongue around the tip.

By the time he pulls back she's mewling softly, and he lets out a satisfied hum.

"You just love being played with," He murmurs, "Sometime, I'd love to take this slow, really treat you like the gorgeous lady you are."

Shadow's breath hitches, and he leans up forward to graze his fangs against her neck, murmuring into the heated flesh there, "You didn't think it would be just this one time did you?"

"Don't worry, I wouldn't leave such an admirer hanging."

He switches gears once he's gotten his fill. Her breasts are fun to play with regardless, but he lets his paws slide down lower, claws digging through his fabric until he's gripping her hips tightly. Her knees are pressed together, thighs rubbing together and hiding that secret between them and underneath modest (if wilted) tufts of white fluff.

Despite the obvious need soaking there, he leans in close to press his snout to her stomach, taking in a deep breath and lapping at it, trailing his tongue through increasingly thick fur as he brings his head down to her groin. He can feel her pulse increasing from his grip around her waist, claws digging into her hips and dragging out high pitched whines and tiny aborted thrusts against his chest.

Peeking up from where her legs are clasped tight shows hazy red eyes- iris' trembling as she takes in short, shallow breaths.

"Breathe Shadow," is all the warning Silver gives, before pulling his head back, thumbs finding that point where her pelvis merges with her thighs, and he presses down on the thick nerves running down her legs.

"S-silver!" Shadow cries out, eyes fluttering as that grip sends bright sparks scattering through her limbs- legs kicking out in a strange mix of shock and pleasure. Her hands fly to his, claws digging into his gloves yet not pulling away, just holding as she sucks in thin, reedy breaths.

"That's more like it," He keeps her like that a second longer before pulling back, letting that bolt of blinding pleasure rocket through her.

When her eyes finally uncross and are a little more steady he smiles, full of fangs.

"You're making such cute noises for me," Silver presses down just slightly, enough to make her shudder involuntarily, the hint of a pink tongue hanging past her lips as she squeals, "You must really like this."

She swallows, and gives a soft, shakey nod.

"Only the best for my fan," He smirks and pats her thighs, "Why don't you open up for me?"

Shadow's face gets redder, her teeth baring as she rolls her eyes and looks away, "Stop teasin'me"

And yet, her legs open up on their own, spiderwebbed slick stickig to thighs straining before snapping, falling to wet fur. Her neopussy looks amazing out of its pouch, steadily dripping slick, just the barest hint of pink folds showing past her lips. If Silver was a virgin he would have dropped down at the sight alone.

"Good girl," Silver rumbles, pulling on her hips until her lower back was propped on his knees, cunt just inches away from his straining pouch, "Let's get you ready, huh?"

He doesn't let go of her hips, instead letting his psychokinesis do the work for him. Strands slither out in the air between him and shadow, like a shakey mimicry of fingers. He sets them on Shadow's entrance, and he croons at the confused look she shoots him, "Just wait."

Those tendrils spread her pussy lips open, and the striped hedgehog makes a surprised gasp, jerking slightly in his grip when they begin to stimulate her, soft featherlight touches from hands that were never truely there caressing her folds and pulling back at her hood.

Silver watches as she bites her lower lip, sharp sharp fangs sinking into the flesh. It's adorable, in a hopeless sort of way, and it strokes a desire in him to ruin her on this bed.

It's not like she would mind. After all, she was the one with all the merchandise of him.

"Is it like you imagined?" Silver hums, pressing down slightly on those nerves once more, enjoying the way her eyes roll into the back of her head, and the muffled 'Mmnf~!' noise that crawls out.

When he lets go, the hedgehog's eyes roll to him with a dazed and confused look, and he lets the tendrils begin to circle at her hole, twitching and clenching as he holds back and prevents them from destroying her completely. Just light, teasing touches that haveher mindlessly humping the air for now.

"This," he clarifies, pulling her closer, "Having me with you, holding you. Is it as good as you imagined?"

Shadow groans, and he slips a tendril in, reveling in the high pitched keening escaping the other hedgehog's lips, struggling to form words.

"Aw, can't even speak," Silver voice gains a mocking edge and he lets his tendrils be a little rougher, a second one sliding in after the first and sliding through her folds, lovely little schlik schlik schlik noises filling the air, "Is someone overwhelmed?"

The feeling of her clenching around his psychokinesis is… wonderful. Its muted, but it still translates, and he can feel the wet clench of her walls as he strokes a spot that makes her whimper and her toes curl.

It's nothing compared to the sight however, just her hole stretched out around nothing, slick dripping down to her ass, smearing where her thighs make tiny aborted twitches- like they're trying to close.

"I didn't realize I c-could have this," Silver groans, burrying his face into her stomach, fangs itching to bite into something, "I had no idea you were in here, just waiting for me to come and take you."

He nips at the soft flesh of her stomach, and then kisses it in apology, ears flicking as Shadow whines underneath him.

"Did you really miss me that much?" He growls softly, tongue laving her fur, nursing the same spot as she pulled mewls and whimpers from the hybrid. He doesn't ease up on his assault, making it all the harder for her to suck in enough air to respond.

"Y-you're always gone," Shadow cries out softly, somewhere between a sob and a pleasured overwhelm, now that she was finally with him, rocking back onto those skilled ephemeral fingers. Her ears twitched whenever he stroked that soft spot inside her, his coos mixing with a stuttered mewl.

Silver hushes her with another bite-kiss to her stomach, soothing her with soft strokes to her fluttering walls, one tendril just rubbing at her clit idly, steadily working her up even more.

"Don't worry" He murmurs, head thick and swimming with emotion. "I've got you now."

Shadow cries out at that, body clenching down tight around the psychokinetic's powers-- walls fluttering as she climaxes. She arches, writhing under his touch, still absently stroking her clit with his powers; working her through her peak until she slumps, boneless, on his lap.

"Good girl," Silver murmurs, stroking the fur down around her crotch, thumb petting her mound as he takes her in. The almost sloppy appearance of a recently stretched hole drooling slick and still hungry for more. He could stare at it for hours, if it weren't for Shadow's own gaze is capturing his attention.

Her eyes are wide in some emotion that he can't quite name, but its wet; adoration, disbelief, guilt, relief and so much more, all wrapped into one.

He pushes a hand to her cheek, and Shadow leans into it, eyes becoming half lidded.

It's almost enough to make his psychokinesis falter, were it not for the somehow still needy roll of the hybrid's hips, chasing that strange friction from his abilities. Something within her eyes starts to sharpen, and she lets out a soft 'nngh…", pulling a plushie closer to her face; like she was embarrassed to be craving more despite the orgasm that had just blown through her.

"Is someone still worked up?" Silver coos, pulling out his power now that he's deemed her loose enough, tendrils keeping her hole stretched out, despite how it struggled to clench down on nothing.

Shadow doesn't say anything, and he can only make out the flushed hue of her cheek past that plushie of him.

"That's okay" Silver murmurs, his cock having long since dropped down. He rubbed it against her folds, a shudder rolling through him at the gasp the striped hedgehog let out, "You can hide behind that toy, I don't mind."

He grips her hips, letting his power flow through his hands to stroke her crotch as he pulled back; pressing himself close while lining himself up.

"Just remember whose making you feel so good when I ruin you," He rumbled into a black ear, relishing in the sharp gasp from the hybrid before he pushed in quickly; half his cock being swallowed by those walls before he could stop himself.

Both of them let out a loud groan, Shadow throwing her head back as Silver filled her up, ears half folded in a state of bliss. He can see tears begining to run down her face, and he licks his lips- a low rumble of satisfaction filling the air.

Silver wasn't one to really brag about his dick size. He wasn't a virgin by any means, but between saving the future and coming back to save the present- he didn't exactly get around much.

Despite that, the few times he had taken someone to bed, he always left them satisfied, and he knew how to use his cock, which was admittedly, larger than average.

The real secret however, wasn't his genitals.

"That's it, good good girl," Silver murmured, pulling back so he could really take a good look at the hybrid and the tears running down her cheeks and into the plushie as he pushed further into her, all the while urging his power deeper into Shadow.

Through fat and muscle and nerves, until he was tap tap tapping on her prostate, each prod of his power making the ebony hedgehog mewl and writhe, legs twiching and convulsing like they didn't know if they wanted to kick out or wrap around his hips- to pull him deeper or thrash in overwhelm.

Every brush of his cock against that organ, pressing against it then going deeper to spread her out and hit spots she didn't even know she had.

He took it slow, pushing into her until their furred hips met, the tip of his tapered cock pushing deeper inside Shadow than she had ever experienced.

[Silver didn't need to know that his dick felt better than all of her (rather impressive collection) sex toys did.

It was all Shadow could do to just hold the plushie close to her face, screaming into it as Silver's tendrils wrapped tight around her prostate and squeezed at the same time he rocked back into her, pushing at a spot so deep inside she didn't even know about it.

Gaia her toys were never going to be enough after this.]

Shadow's arms twitch around the plushie, and even with it between them like a shield, she has her head turned to the side, flushed and wet face pressed into the mattress. She's moaning broken sobs now, her hole clenches around his cock with every deep, hard thrust; drawing desperate keening noises from the both of them.

"Too embarrassed to grab me?" Silver pants, squeezing tight on her prostate to make her squeal as he bottoms out again, wicked grin on his face, "You look like you want too~."

"N-nnh!" Shadow's eyes screw shut as a moan falls from her lips, and even so she tries to wetly deny it, "N-no-"

"Don't lie to me," Silver coos, one hand running to rub at her stomach fur, feeling the faint bulge underneath as his cock splits her open, "You want to be bitten all up don't you? Just covered in little reminders."

She bears down on his cock suddenly, the pleasure making him fall forward in a groan, aching fangs mouthing just below her breasts, the only part of her upper body not completely covered by that plushie.

"T-that's okay," Silver grunts out, hips languidly thrusting into her, "I can do that for you, if you want."

Shadow's breath hitched, a low keening noise crawling out of her, tail thumping against the bed.

"Want me to- nngh- mark you up?" Silver smirks into her flesh, slowly drawing his hips back before slamming into her aching cunt, "Would you like that? A little reminder of our time here?"

"Mnnf, y-yes!" Shadow cries out, panting over his shoulder, "Claim me claim me claim me!"

Something primal runs through Silver at the words, and he can't help himself anymore.

Aching fangs sink deep into black fur, just underneath her right breast, easily breaking skin and sliding through muscle and fat until they're wrapping around bone. He'd more worried if it wasn't Shadow he was bedding.

A rush of blood fills his mouth, copper mixed with something else, something alien- and it just makes his hips move faster, harder, the noise of their coupling echoing in Shadow's room.

Distantly he can hear a high pitched noise ringing in his ears, and he can feel Shadow clenching down around him rythmically.

It's so satisfying, so all encompassing that he can't help but lose himself, and control of his powers. He thrusts into her once, twice, three more times before slamming in deep- his powers acting of their own accord to squeeze all the little pleasure spots in her pussy, cunt flaring around him as its overloaded with pleasure- before clamping down tight.

If he had even the slightest bit more control he probably could have made her milk his cock- but as it was he couldn't stop himself from cumming; thick hot spurts shooting deep inside and filling her up.

The orgasm is the longest he's ever felt, although he isn't sure if thats because it is- or because of the wave of pleasure extending their climax- a never ending feedback loop that leaves him collapsed over Shadow.

When awareness begins to eat away at the fog and cotton filling his head, he moves sluggishly, a low groan running through both of them as he tears himself away, panting above Shadow. He can feel blood dripping down his chin.

He gives Shadow a lopsided smile, relishing in the hazy, blissed out expression filling her eyes.

"I didn't know you would taste so good," He rumbles, leaning down to her stomach again, "Did that satisfy my biggest fan?"

He can just barely make out the subtle nod of her head behind the plushie, soft pants filled with mewls, her hips still shifting around where they're cojoined at the hips. Through the fog filling his head, he realizes that his powers are running wild, blankets and plushies suspended in the air around them, and he sluggishly reigns them in.

Tension bleeds out of Shadow as each tendril returns to his body, sliding back inside of him, itching for another chance to caress her. He pulls her blankets close to them, supporting her before letting go of them with his psycokinesis.

Before he can pull out, Shadow has her legs wrapped around him, sleepy arms finally easing the death grip on her plushie to grab at his shoulders instead, pulling him down into her neck, her own tongue laving at his fur.

It feels…. thick, and foamy. Trails of saliva drip down his neck and he realizes that the more she laps at him, the more they start to smell like each other.

He makes a questioning sound, only for soft purrs to answer him. Shadow didn't really seem to want to talk- but every attempt to wriggle away was met with grumbles and a hiss of disappointment.

And… it was hard to care, with the rythmic strokes of her grooming. Something inside of him was soothed by the action, and he gave a sleepy little yawn.

"Go to sleep," Shadow urged, sounding no more awake than he felt.

He could feel her smile against his fur, and he pressed his snout into her neck, breathing in deeply.

"Okay," He murmured, "Promise you'll be there?"

"Hm?"

"When I wake."

Her tongue stutters, and his face scrunches when she pulls away, "If you want me too."

"I do," Silver mumbles, "I wan' stay with you."

For a moment, Shadow doesn't answer.

Then her tongue is pressing back into his fur, and he sighs happily, eyes drooping shut. "I'll be there."