Meat Cute

Amy was brought to a dark space. With the flip of a switch, the man illuminated the room with soft light. A plush and spacious, if impersonal, bedroom was revealed. There are other objects in the room, but Amy only saw the made queen sized bed covered in coordinated decorative pillows. Prime nest making space! Her arm was released and she stubbled to the bed, leaning on it heavily as her legs shook, her hands fisting the silk coverlet.

The room smelled stale, unused, and the sudden absence of intoxicants gave Amy a blush of clarity. She turned to see the dark colored hedgehog had closed the door and pressed himself against it. Trapping her inside. His fiery red eyes, a shade to match his quill and eye markings, glared at her with a dangerous intensity. Predatory. Hungry. And a significant part of her wanted to be devoured.

Now that she could get a good look at him, she was disgusted by how handsome he was in a sleek, black tailored suit that hugged his muscular form captured in a tieless white dress shirt. Amy’s womb contracted and she winced. Their pups would be so gorgeous! She bit her lip to capture a salacious whine before it escaped her throat. Pink and red! Visions forced themselves into her consciousness.

“Are you trying to start a riot?” His voice was strained, blunting the venom. Controlled. Imperious. Like a proper Alpha. Amy cringed at his displeasure. Stupid! She could be so good if she just let herself be. Slick continued to dribble out of her, clarity fading quickly as the room filled with his voice and smell.

The strap of her camera rubbing against her sweltering pelt irritated her. Fighting the urge to fling the offending object, she slipped it over her quills and set it carefully on the bedside table with shaking hands. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, but if she survived the night, she was really going to need the pictures on that flash drive.

“Where is your Alpha?” His words were metered, his pronunciation slow and clear. Right here! Amy panted. Why was he staying over there? Didn’t he want her? The trickle of slick swelled, flowing onto an expensive looking rug. She was so ready, so empty! Please! She could get him over here if she just asked. Why couldn’t she ask? Please, Alpha! Amy bit her tongue.

Amy pulled herself onto the bed. Her joints were inflamed; a side effect of the intense work her hormones were performing to ensure her insemination. She took a slow breath. “I don’t have one.” She managed to say, her voice only warbling a little.

His eyes were drawn to her bare shoulders, his lips pulling back to reveal wicked fangs. “You’re-“ He pressed himself against the door, his quill splaying against the heavy wood, “unclaimed…” The man swallowed, but moisture glistened on his lips.

He wanted her! She could see it so plainly. Why wasn’t he coming to her? Taking her like a proper Alpha. There must be something wrong with her.

“Do you have…” He struggled to choke out the words, “anyone who can…help you? Anyone you can…call?”

Sonic. Why would she want Sonic when there was a big, strong, handsome, Alpha right here? Amy shook her head. “He’s too far away.” She whined, but there was lilt to her inflection that mortified her. She was too brainfucked to do the math, but she was sure that by the time Sonic got here she’d be too deep in the throughs and would need to be locked in this room for the next few days lest she start yowling and presenting in the streets.

And that’s assuming he was awake (which he most certainly wasn’t after the day she’d put him through) and could get a cab (which she sure couldn’t afford) to take him across the city because there was no service in the city that would allow her into one of their vehicles smelling and leaking as she was. The event was still ongoing. What would Rouge think? And..and how could she keep asking this of Sonic? Relying on him, hemming him in with the promise he had made as a teenager. When would it end?

No way out!

“Why is this happening to me?” She whined partly to herself, mostly to the universe. Large, salty tears welled in her eyes and began to overflow, staining her muzzle and falling onto the silk coverlet.

Once the tears started, Amy couldn’t control them. Another stupid Omega reflex. Used to reel in the rare Alpha with scruples. If mindless lust couldn’t tag and bag her a fucking, pity would have to do. She hiccupped.

The dark hedgehog’s chest heaved with fast, heavy breaths. “You didn’t know this was going to happen?” The Alpha pressed his hand over his nose, his ears quivering.

Amy shook her head roughly, gritting back another sob. “My heat wasn’t even due until next week!” She wailed.

A moment passed without words. Amy sobbing and dripping, the stranger gripping the doorframe tightly with one hand and covering his face with the other. She was so tired. The sticky heat was unbearable. She should just lay down, give into the inferno and just burn away. All of her hard work was already piled high, ready to be set fire in a massive bonfire.

Finally, the jet-black hedgehog spoke. “I-“ He grunted, pressing the words out through gritted teeth, “could help you.” Amy blinked, her face scrunching, unable to comprehend the statement. Wasn’t that why he’d taken her here? “If…that is okay with you.”

An Alpha was asking permission. Amy almost laughed at the absurdity. What was he playing at? The whole reason he dragged her up here was to have her all to himself, to not have to fight off the pack of rivals chasing after her. Why did he insist on drawing out her suffering with all these questions.

Unless…he was being honest.

Amy narrowed her eyes, trying to see through the heat haze. His brow knitted as he met her scrutinizing gaze. How could she trust this stranger? What would he do if she refused?

The man looked away. “I’m sorry. That was terrible of me. Forget I said anything.” He half turned, reaching for the doorknob. “I’ll give you privacy.”

Amy’s system panicked. “Wait!” She sobbed. He froze, but didn’t turn back to her. She could see his jaw taunt as his teeth clenched together. “You can’t Claim me.”

He released the doorknob, his attention fiercely returned to her, a development that thrilled her baser instincts. Look at me! Want me! “No, I would never-!” He declared.

“Promise!” Amy shook, aching with the hideous desire to be touched. “Promise me you won’t.” She rubbed at her eyes. These terrible tears.

“I promise.” His voice sent a gentle, placating breeze over her burning skin. The sight of land after years at sea. She was safe with this stranger. So very safe.

“Then…I accept.”

Amy shifted her seat to slip off her underwear. The pair dangled from a finger, laden by the sodden pad, as she held it over the side of the bed. She relaxed her finger, and her undergarment fell to the floor with a moist plop. The Alpha’s nostrils flared, his eyes all but devouring her. He reached up and undid the top button on his shirt. “As you wish.”

Rolling onto her hands and knees, Amy hitched up her dress, sliding her tail free of the tailscye, until it bunched at her waist. Her tail folded to the side and she lowered her head into the pile of pillows. They were terribly soft. She twisted to look at the stranger who was about to fuck her senseless. “I won’t beg.” She said as firmly as she could manage. Why was she trying to ruin this when she was so close? Was she stupid?

He squinted at her, seemingly confused. “What?”

Not trusting herself to not backpedal her defiance in the face of his disproval, Amy turned away. She focused on a small wooden desk. The legs were intricately carved. It probably cost more than her monthly rent.

Amy closed her eyes and began to imagine the place she visited when Sonic serviced her. If he could dream, then why couldn’t she? Gentle waves brushed a pristine sandy beach. Sunlight streamed down between the occasional fluffy white cloud. Playful zephyrs-

Amy’s brow knitted. Something was wrong. She pushed up and turned. The Alpha remained rooted by the door, his eyes clouded. Amy felt a sudden surge of indignation. Wasn’t she good enough for him? She said ‘yes’! Was he teasing her with his offer? He just wanted to see her present and leave her empty and embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed further, anger adding to the mix of brainless arousal.

“What are you waiting for?” Tears returned, but now shame-flavored.

The black hedgehog blinked, refocusing on her. He scowled and jerked his head to the side with an audible tsk. “Impatient.” He muttered. He took a step forward and slipped off his suit jacket. He let it unceremoniously fall to the floor and Amy felt herself quicken at his physique. The button-down shirt was well tailored and outlined refined shoulders and arms without looking stretched.

Another step and he was unbuckling his belt and toeing off his leather shoes. The trousers slid down and Amy tore her gaze away before she saw something she couldn’t look away from. She lowered her face back to the pillows, her face looking away.

The bed sank as he crawled into it and Amy felt her heart jump. This was it. This was happening. The conflicting feelings of revulsion and bone-rattling desire warred inside her. Her slight form began to tremble and she dug her fingers into the coverlet.

Away. She needed to go away.

Sandy beach. Perfect day. His hands touched her hips!

Amy gave a shuddering gasp and her trembling became violent shivers. The hands retreated and she bit back a whine at the sudden chill. “I can’t-“ The voice was right behind her! Amy panted for air. So close.

The hands returned, firmer, stronger this time. Her flesh burned. From the revulsion at the touch. From the sucking desire for him to go further! The Alpha growled, “I can’t do this if you won’t be still.”

Amy’s body froze. Her view of the room skewed as her pupil dilated. That voice. That tonality. The deep timber commanding obedience, laced with some nefarious subtlety. The Alpha Voice. The compulsion locked Amy in a firm embrace. She could barely breathe. Her tears began to flow again, seeping from still eyes, flowing down paralyzed cheeks.

The Voice. Like the voice she heard in her nightmares. The voice commanding her to submit, to let it happen, to just be a good Omega. To not scream. To not be such a tease. To beg for it.

“Shit, I didn’t mean-“ The hands on her hips moved up to her waist, rubbing, messaging her paralyzed muscles. Amy, as if released from a spell, melted into the touch, so gentle, so caring. “It’s okay.” His voice was low and soothing. “Please, just relax. I’m sorry this is happening to you. I’m going to take care of you.” She closed her eyes. A rumbling grew in the base of her throat. It was okay. She was safe. Cared for. Cherished.

“That’s it…” The hands worked their way back down towards her hips, stopping to kneed the tight knots of her lower back. The rumble grew louder. Amy closed her eyes. Was this what she had been worried about? It already felt so good and he hadn’t even entered her yet. “…good girl.”

Amy’s eyes shot open, the purr in her throat dying so quickly she choked.

“Are you alright?”

“Just get on with it!” Amy sobbed. She was going to die. Either he’d just strangle her for her audacity or he’d leave her here alone to boil alive in her own heat. She was dead. No way around it. Why did she have to be like this so argumentative and abrasive? Why did she try to hide so much? No Alpha would want her anyway.

He released an irritated grumble but she felt him lining up with her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut. Beach, sand, sunshine. The little cabin set back in the woods. The summer going on and on forever. An infinite afternoon. The adults were busy. They could play and swim and climb all they wanted. They could-

Slick lined, her tight space provided no resistance as the tip of the man’s length breeched her and Amy gasped. Gasp was too weak of a word. It was as if Amy was taking her very first breath after a life of holding it. The pleasure was immediate and immense. It ripped through her like a tsunami, leveling everything that came before. Her chest swelled, the sucking in of air creating a whining squeak.

He stopped, grunting. “I can’t keep stopping like this!” He hissed. “I’m- I’m not-“

Amy pushed back on her hands, pressing into and taking him deep inside her. Every inch of it felt amazing. Her world shifted. A total solar eclipse. She needed more. She needed all of it.

“Fuck!” He bent over her, wrapping his arms around her stomach. “Why are you like this?” His words were meaningless in her ears. All that mattered was maximizing the amount of Alpha inside her.

He was keeping some from her, she knew it. She lifted away slightly and then slammed back. The Alpha growled and Amy felt her heart flutter. He was upset with her! No! She was pissed at him. He wasn’t giving her what she needed. She’d have growled back if she knew how.

Amy went to slam back again, but he shoved her ass forward and sheathed himself to the hilt into her, the fur of his pelvic region finally contacting hers. Amy released a shameless moan, relief flooding her senses. He returned to his knees. “I’m doing you a favor. So, I’ll set the pace.”

Amy was about to hiss a venomous reply when he started to move, and her frontal lobe lost power.

Sonic, her dearest friend, always set a rapid, impatient pace. Mechanical, pedestrian strokes that weren’t meant for her. His mind was set to a task and he barreled towards completion without regard for anything else. His pleasure, hers, nothing. Amy had gotten use to joinings like that. Quick, impersonal, mandatory.

This was an entirely different beast.

Her dark partner in this terrible situation began slowly with a rolling gait, but going deep, deep inside her with each intrusion. The friction sent reverberations through her insides as if she were a precious violin and he the bow. Her insides, so set on their task to immolate her from within just moments ago, sang out in ecstasy. This! This is what she’d been needing all this time!

Disgusting words pooled in her mouth, demanding freedom. Please, more, please! Deeper, harder, faster! She bit them back. Traitors, every syllable. But she could not stop the sounds of her throat. The deep moans and whining squeaks. The lustful utterances as she salivated and tears, of joy now, rolled down her cheeks.

Fluids. Fluids absolutely everywhere. Soaking the coverlet, soaking the pillows, pressed into his shirt and into her dress. Wet expulsions meant to eliminate the enemy that was friction. Soldiers bent on making the coupling seamless.

He quickened his pace. “Fuck,” his deep voice was strained, with an almost awed overtone, “why are you so- ah! – tight…” The last word coming out in a sigh. The curses poured out, his strained and rough voice tempering to breathy gasps. He leaned over her, pressing his face into her back. He moaned and she could feel the vibration in her chest.

Joy swelled like a ballon in her, pushing away her dark niggling thoughts of resistance and autonomy. He liked her! She was a good Omega. She was soooo good. She would be so good, so very good, that he would have no choice but to Claim her!

Amy flinched and gasped. The dark hedgehog peeled off her back, muttering an apology, and he stilled in her. His absence left her back deadly cold and she shivered. And inside she withered. He was still in there, but, but- Amy released a piteous cry. A long, high-pitched wail.

He laughed! “Just hold on…I gotta…” He labored to breathe. Her head twisted and she glowered at him through eyes clouded with thick tears. He was unbuttoning his shirt. “It’s- I’m hot.” Amy watched as a blaze of white bloomed out of the falling away shirt. He tossed the garment to the side. “You’re doing so good for me.” He ran his hands over her rump and she squeaked as he tensed inside her. “We’re almost done.”

Done? She never wanted to be done! Amy couldn’t stop the disappointed whimper from escaping her lips. She slammed a hand over her mouth. What was she doing? He needed to go faster! This needed to be over.

“Oh?” He smirked, the rise of his lip revealing a sharp canine. A mischievous twinkle passed through his crimson eyes. He brought a hand up to his face, his gazed locked to hers, bit the middle finger of his glove, and slowly pulled it off. Amy’s heart pounded. She felt a fresh burst of slick bubble past her occupied entrance.

He began moving again and her eyes squeezed shut as a wave of sensation broke throughout her. He leaned over her again, but also reached down between her spread legs and-!

Amy gasped, her back arcing up into taunt muscles. She squirmed. She writhed. She screamed. He pumped languidly as he touched her, drawing the most disgusting noises from her. As his ungloved hand worked, the other held her tightly around the chest, supporting and stabilizing her against the wild thrashing her body was wrecked by.

All the while he murmured into her ear, “So good. So very good. Leave it all to me.”

“F-fah-“ Amy attempted to vocalize.

“Hmmm?” He hummed, his teeth gracing the shell of ear. “You’ve been so mouthy so far, ma pêche. What’s stopping you now?” She could feel his hot breath on the back of neck as he rubbed his nose into her. “So good…”

“Faster!” She shrieked.

She felt a dampness as he licked the back of her ear, eliciting a shiver from her. “As you wish, my dear.”

He did not relent with his hand, but picked up the pace with his thrusts. In, out, in, out, smashing her to bits, unraveling her with his hand. The pressure! It was too much to bare and yet it still wasn’t enough. He was pushing her up a mountain she never knew existed in her.

Amy was a crying mess of moans and gasps, a cacophony in concert with his groans and grunts. All her will was bent on keeping the poisonous words off her tongue. Please, please! Yes, Alpha, fuck me! Fill me! Breed me! Please! There was nothing left with which to resist the impending release. Nothing left to question what was happening.

Heat coiled deep in her abdomen, a growing pit of lava. With every pound, every circle, he drove her further and further. His length brushed something deep inside and she was at the peak, staring down at the molten lake in the caldera. Retreating and then pressing forward, ever deeper, ever harder, he hit her spot, pushing her into the volcano.

Amy screamed. Amy cried. Amy shook. Amy fell to pieces, scattering in glimmering shards of unfathomable pleasure spread across space and time. Lost for all eternity in one golden, rolling moment.

Expletives rained from the dark hedgehog’s lips as her space gripped him in involuntary clenches.

Vaguely, Amy felt herself being held as she slowly reemerged from thoughtless nothingness. She was drenched in sweat and a strange clarity reigned. “Th-that was amazing.” She breathed.

“You’re welcome.” He growled, a self-satisfied grin apparent in his tone. He pressed against her and what sanity she had regained fled. A massive, hot mass pressed against her. His knot! The swollen area would lock him into her ensuring no seed escaped. Amy had never been knotted before. She’d read accounts from the OO message boards. Omegas dividing their lives by a single event: their lives before being knotted for the first time and their lives after.

She swallowed. Amy knew what her biology desired. It was already screaming at her, demanding she beg for the powerful Alpha’s hot knot. She wouldn’t be full without it. Wouldn’t be whole without it. Amy wanted it desperately, every thrust pushing against it dissolving her ability to resist a little more.

She pressed backwards, chasing the pressure as he pulled back. “A-are you sure? I-if, ah, I knot you, there’s no going back. We’ll- gah!- We’ll be stuck together for the duration.”

Please please please knot me! I need it so badly! I’m gonna die! Please please please!

“Do it!” Amy’s voice cracked as she spit out the words.

“As you wish.” His grip on her hips tightened and he slammed her back as he thrust forcefully forward. Amy cried out as the mass passed into her, hot, throbbing, impossibly big and yet the perfect fit! A sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt rocketed through her. Amy arced her back. Her quills tensed, her fur stood on end, stars crackled across her vision.

Every cell of her being sighed at once: Finally!

Past the peak, Amy began the slow, comfortable decent down, down, down into darkness.