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Chaos energy could do some wild things.
It began with Tails recreating and improving on Shadow's inhibitors. Then he and researchers at GUARD were making new, safe, adaptable chaos drives for widespread energy use. Before long, chaos energy was being used in places and forms that once seemed like a fanciful dream. And as soon as those forms were readily available to everyone, not just VIPs or celebrities like her, Sonic was ready to dive in herself.
She broke out of her egg only a few years ago - began hormones, came out to everyone and the world, and started a long journey that used to go much longer for those like her. Then she was in a chaos-specialized clinic two days ago, put under, and woke up after what felt like mere seconds. And her journey looked like it was over.
Multiple separate, months-long, if not years, procedures brought down to a single afternoon at the most. She could have cried when she saw herself. In her drugged state, she probably did.
But that was two days ago. Her surgeons recommended some time to rest and make sure body and mind were sound after such drastic internal and external adjustments. At worst she was off-balance and a little dizzy the first day after, from the anesthetic more than anything. The second she was antsy. And slightly chilly.
The sun began peeking over Green Hill. She woke up in a ball in the bed she shared with her boyfriend, and felt simply incredible.
She nearly jumped out from under the sheets and threw on her favorite red, racing-striped running outfit. She darted out of the house into the wide, green-and-checker scenery, and ran at top speed to anywhere. Every loop and corkscrew, every hill - just ignited on euphoria and, at last, a freedom she felt inside and out. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.
By the time she got home to her and Shadow's cabin, he was awake and setting various boxes on the counter in the kitchen. His ear flicked around as she opened the front door. He glanced over his shoulder at her with a welcoming smile. “What's the verdict?”
She merely grinned, strolled up from behind, threw her arms around his middle, and began peppering little pecks on his cheek, neck and shoulder.
“Hm-hm...” he chuckled softly, setting his hands on her arms and leaning back into her. “Easy, darling,” he purred. “Let me make breakfast first.”
“You be m' breakf'st...” she teased into his neck, unrelenting in her affection.
“What- you've 'checked things out yourself' already?”
“Oh yeah!” She perked up in eager realization. She gave him another smooch on the cheek and released him with a smile, making her way to the bedroom. “But don't start the food just yet.” She leered hungrily at him over her shoulder. “You're on call for when I'm done.”
He returned the ravenous eyes. “Whenever you're ready, love.”
She hid down the sheer giddy swirl in her belly at the lusty husk in his voice. He was going to be involved in the whole thing, whether physically there or not; she was sure of it.
She shut the door - though Shadow could probably still hear everything anyway - and wrenched open the closet to find the full-body mirror. She set it on the wall directly across from the foot of the bed, tore off her outerwear and underwear, and parked herself in front of her reflection.
Everything was just... right. Her breasts were fuller, her hips were wider, and between her legs was - well, no need to simply call it a clitoris anymore.
There she was. She, herself, and no one else. And she wouldn't change a thing.
That excited burn within her softened as she basked in the feeling of completeness, taking precedent over the want to feel carnally good. But enough of it remained for her curiosity to win out. She always had trouble enjoying touching her clit the way it used to be; how does it feel now?
Nervousness spiked, but carefully she brought a bare hand to her belly and slowly trailed it down. She spread her index and ring fingers as they approached, meeting the extra-soft outline of her new vagina, and caressed along the labia. She tensed a little at the tingle - familiar to sensitive spots she'd already had, yet brand new and inviting. As she trailed back up, she brought her middle finger to the hood of her hiding clit.
She sharply inhaled involuntarily at the pleasure. Not unlike how it felt on its very tip before, but so much more right. Not wrong or uncomfortable in the slightest. Carefully, she drew her fingers back down, savoring the slickening sting. A quiet, breathy groan crawled from her throat.
She sat down on the bed and scooted to the middle of the pillows, lying back and closing her eyes. She let her fingers glide along and around the damp, silken flesh, twitching and gasping at the bright light gathering between her legs. Her free hand drew up along her belly, to her hips and sides, to her chest, savoring every little lovely sensation. She grasped her breast between her thumb and fingers, sliding them up to the nipple and squeezing it between them. The combined, bright pleasure from top to bottom forced the first audible moan from her.
Estradiol had already made her more sensitive. She realized that she might be a little more so. And unlike doomed tries before, no part of her told her to stop.
She brought her lowered fingers to her clit and pressed against it, beginning to rub it in circles. A shuddering gasp, and the fog in her mind took over, leading her on a second run. She closed her eyes and chased the wonderful sting, her mouth hanging open in astonishment. She kneaded and pinched her breast, letting as much of her body bathe and swirl in light as she could reach. Below her clit and reaching deep into new depths, a wet heat grew and ached. For the briefest moment, she wondered what she might look like if someone were to walk in on her. Too brief to care. Long enough to get the imagination going. Long enough to make the damp itch unbearable.
He'd smirk at her, she thought, looking oh so smug. But so hungry. She was a treat for him, the way he put his mouth to good use on her body when he could. How would his lips and tongue feel now? Would they be too much? She hoped so. The fingers grasping her breast slid down her belly.
The way he so gently prised her open. He'd search for the spots that made her make the most involuntary noises, smug bastard that he was. Not enough to loosen her - he had to make her squirm. Make her moan his name. Just so he could purr hers in her ear.
'My Sonic... So cute...'
She gripped the bedsheets beneath her with her toes and wriggled atop them. Her clit suffered firmer, faster circles; her traveling fingers slid past to her slick, swollen opening. They joined her busy hand in the spiraling dance, gathering moisture as they spun. “Sh-haahds...” she whispered to the morning air. Down the hall, her lover glanced up from the kitchen table.
Her memories and desires brought him above her, beholding her with need. They were both ready for each other. He, turgid and twitching, lined up with her, and gently, considerately pushed and spread her apart. A swirling finger pressed against her opening and followed him inside.
She inhaled deeply and sharply, reaching for the breath taken away from her by the combined pleasure. Just as he took his time reaching deeper, filling her more, she slid further inside, taking in all of the new light. So nice; so right.
As he rocked his hips and massaged her from within, a second finger followed, searching for that spot behind her singing clit. Drawing back, the sudden pressure in her belly told her she found it. She let her lover work his magic on her - she rolled and squirmed inside and out with him.
Her short breath became feral groans. The aching pleasure numbed her mind - made her feel new, and distant, and alive. His thrusts hit harder. Her fingers spun faster.
It started from her belly. The burning sting of her button and the tight contraction of her inner walls wiped her lusting imagination with white light. Pleasure squeezed at her insides, and brushed across her skin like a breeze. Her shut eyes rolled back - her legs and toes lost all control. Her clit hurt from oversensitive tenderness; she released it and rode out the dizzying, relaxing wave with that good spot within instead, sliding her freed hand up to give her breast one last delightful twist.
Tingling, hot, sweaty and slick, Sonic released her limbs and sunk back into the rumpled pillows. The gentle glow dancing along her flesh seemed different to those she had shared with Shadow before. A similar, comfortable remnant of pleasure peaked, but softer and longer.
Her head lolled to the side and fell onto her partner's pillow. She'd really pleasured herself to completion for the first time. The realization brought a little smile and a breathy laugh.
...Well... hmm... 'completion?' It wasn't quite the same knockout she'd get pre-surgery. It was almost like she could go for a little more.
Down the hall and through the arched doorway, Shadow heard a hushed, inviting voice.
“Hey babe... I know you can hear me. Get in here...”
A devilish grin crossed his lips. He shut his laptop, stood from his chair at the kitchen table, and disappeared in a bright snap.