Enter Metal Amy

It wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, it was never enough.

In the brisk morning sunlight, a pink hedgehog spent her early hours with her gloved palms pressed to the ground, her smooth arms glistening with sweat as she lifted and lowered her body with strained, panting numbers rising in slow succession.

"Twelve... Thirteen... F-Fourteen..."

It wasn't long before her chest met flat with the forest floor, her red mini dress getting mildly dirty from the landing. Rolling onto her back, the girl sighed from the exertion, her arms resting over her eyes and her legs splayed out. As her heaving chest matched pace with her heavy breathing, she thought back to what caused her to begin training.

Not a single event, but multiple came about before her eyes. Her dear friend Sally, who fought off a pair of robots to rescue her, ended up getting her arms pinned and her belly beaten furiously. She could still remember Sally's agonizing grunts and weakly exhales as her ability to breathe was systematically pounded out of her lithe form.

While Sally was able to win that fight, this would only happen again when Blaze, another dear friend, ended up being captured. To keep the pink hedgehog safe, Blaze allowed herself to be made an example of. Her shirt torn off and her limbs stretched out, she was put on display to the resistance as she was whipped a dozen times every hour for a week.

This war against the robots would only get more and more brutal. She had to keep up, she had to get stronger to help protect her friends. Whatever training it would take, whatever endurance it would require, she would see it through.

"...Because I'm Amy Rose, I don't give up easily in the face of bad guys!" Amy declared, finishing her thought out loud to the forest. Only birds and squirrels heard her, it seemed. The hedgehog looked around at the sound of flapping wings and scampering paws, her voice apparently startling the peace surrounding her.

With a sigh, Amy sat up and dusted her dress off. However her interest shifted to a strange sound that began to draw closer to her. A whistling sound... From above? The pinkette looked up, only to quickly scramble aside as some kind of object fell right where she sat, the loud impact and ensuing dust cloud both deafening and blinding her for a brief moment.

"What was--" Amy struggled between coughs to speak, only for a metallic hand to seize her throat tightly, the arm attached to it easily moving upwards to lift the hedgehog off her feet. The dust began to clear away as Amy valiantly punched at the arm holding her and kicked her legs about wildly, though it accomplished little more than tiring herself out and spending precious oxygen on the exertion.

Finally, there was a window in the settling dust cloud that enabled Amy to see her attacker. Standing before her was her own self, but staring at her through black eyes and glowing green irises. Her arms were made of sleek metal with what appeared to be Piko Piko Hammers for bracers, and while her red dress was nearly identical to Amy's own, her silver legs and red plated boots only served to match her arms.

Needless to say, Amy had... Questions. Quite a few, in fact, about the design of this particular bot. The only conclusion she could come to was that this was another of the Metal series, in this case a Metal Amy. Amy reeled back her fist to swing again, only to find herself thrown over the robot's shoulder and to the ground, rolling frantically with her momentum until she stopped just short of the base of a tree.

"What... Do you want...?" Amy managed to choke out as she gripped her throat and stand up. In lieu of a verbal response, the pink hedgehog was instead forced to duck under a flying punch, which completely ripped the tree from the stump on impact. Watching the towering lumber hit the ground in horror, Amy scrambled to run away, only for one of her tail to be seized.

"Wha? Let go of me, you cree-aaaaagh!" she tried to object to being grabbed, only for her body to stiffen as an electric charge emptied from Metal Amy's hand into her body through her tail. Soon going limp, Amy was pulled back into Metal Amy and held in a reverse bear hug. Two thick forearms crossed over her stomach, pressing hard into her red dress and forcing Amy to cough up saliva.

Before the hedgehog could attempt any form of escape, she was released only long enough to be grabbed by her dress and thrown across the ground once more. Grunting and groaning as she traveled, Amy eventually came to a stop... Only for Metal Amy to once again pick her up and throw her about like a rag doll.

Amy flopped hard against the unforgiving dirt, soon sitting up on her knees and raising her palms passively to the approaching Metal Amy.

"W-Wait... Hang on... Can't we talk about this... Please?" panted out the weary girl, only for Metal Amy to interlock her hands with Amy's own... Easily tightening her grip and tilting her hands forward, forcing Amy's own hands back until a painful crack was heard in her wrists. Amy screamed in pain and shook her head, with her only mercy from the pain coming from her mechanical double lifting her up with ease.

For a moment, Amy made eye contact with her attacker. There were no emotions to be found in her gaze or face. Her pleading expression seemed to speak volumes, as for the first time, Metal Amy spoke as if to answer her question.

"Primary mission: test internal battery life in combat with Amy Rose. Parameters: prolong battle and detect signs of overheat or power drain."

The voice was soulless, but slightly feminine. There was no remorse to be found in her words, only that Metal Amy desired the pinkette to fight her for some length of time... But this wasn't a battle. As Amy's hands were released, she continued to remind herself over and over. It wasn't a battle. It was an example. A display of how far she still had to go before she could truly be of any help to her friends.

As Amy had begun to fall, a metal knee swung up into her crotch at high speed, the force enough to halt her downward momentum entirely for a moment. Before she could cry out, a palm thrust struck her in the stomach to lift her higher in the air, followed by a jumping uppercut to her chin to spin her about.

What was this? A fighting game? She was being juggling helplessly through the air, unable to defend herself or even be aware of what was happening. Amy almost fell face-first into the dirt, but two hands shot out and grabbed her ankles. Still woozy, Amy watched as her limp arms hung under her, her hands and wrists brushing against what was almost her landing zone.

A metal leg soon lashed out, a hard left kick to Amy's exposed navel, as her positioning caused her dress to fall down to her breasts, leaving most of her body plenty visible. A right kick soon followed, with Amy jerking from the recoil of the hard strike. Another left, followed by two rights. Metal Amy was practically dancing in place as she kicked any remaining fight out of the pink hedgehog.

Finally, she lifted Amy up and released her ankles, only to wrap her arms around her waist and clamp her knees around her head. Before she could even voice her pleas for mercy, Amy found herself driven head-first into the ground hard enough to completely knock her out. The robot released her, allowing Amy to crumple to the ground before her.

Seizing Amy's hair and forcing her up to a standing position, Metal Amy noted no overheat signs yet. She needed more testing, however. A few slaps across the mobian girl's face eventually woke her, but as she was still coming around, Metal Amy promptly trapped her in a bear hug.

"Hnnngh... N-No... No more..." Amy pleaded as she looked down at Metal Amy, who buried her face in Amy's chest before jumping high into the sky. Amy screamed in fear, only for her screams to be cut short when the two plummeted into a river. Metal Amy landed firmly on her feet at the bottom of the river, her arms still wrapped around a struggling Amy Rose.

Bubbles began to escape from Amy's lips as she shook her head wildly, still struggling valiantly to escape and get some much needed oxygen into her lungs. However it was not long before Metal Amy suddenly tightened her hold, causing Amy's face to turn different shades of blue and purple. Time was running out, and her lungs felt as if they were on fire.

She needed to breathe somehow, anyhow... But there was no escape. Seeing that Amy was still trying, however, Metal Amy decided to shift one of her arms upward to place one hand on the back of her head, seemingly embracing her in the process. Wasting no time, Metal Amy loosened her grip and drove her knee deep into the drowning mobian's belly, keeping it dug deep as the robot watching a thick trail of bubbles flow freely from Amy's gaping mouth.

Holding Amy by her shoulders, Metal Amy waited a few moments longer to ensure the helpless girl was indeed drowning before flying to the surface using thrusters under her feet. Once the two broke free of the river, Metal Amy promptly dumped the hedgehog to the ground unceremoniously as she continued to fly higher into the air. Eventually the sinister robot changed course and flew down at the drowned girl laying flat on her back with limbs splayed around her.

"HURGGGHGHHH!" gargled Amy as two feet stomped heavily into her stomach, seemingly to crack the very ground under her body. The impact was intense enough to cause the hedgehog to vomit all the water she had ingested while submerged in a violent upheaval, leaving her a twitching mess afterwards.

Seeing an opportunity, Metal Amy stepped off the defeated pinkette before reaching down with both hands to grab the torso of her dress. In a single motion, the two hands moved away from each other and ripped the wet fabric apart with no effort. Amy's dress was backless, and so she wasn't keen on wearing a bra... Leaving her breasts totally free and exposed to Metal Amy.

Changing her grip to the two soft orbs, Metal Amy squeezed tightly before lifting Amy's upper body from the ground. The weight of her body tugging on her sensitive boobs, Amy groaned weakly with what little remained in her to react with... However, this was met with an electric surge.

Once more just as before, Amy's body was wracked with wave after wave of electric currents, forcing her body to twitch and jerk about entirely beyond her control. Noticing a warning in her systems, Metal Amy released the smoking body of her victim and ran an internal diagnostic... Finding she had indeed begun to overheat.

It was time to make her report. Stepping over Amy's body, making sure to step on the hedgehog's belly as she did so, Metal Amy marched off before taking flight to inform the Empire of her discovery. Eventually, the birds and squirrels returned, seeing Amy Rose lying motionless on the ground save for the whimpering, ragged breaths she managed to squeeze through her destroyed form.

She tried to get stronger with everything she had in her, but in the end...

It wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, it was never enough.

Toughest Pinkette

Loud cheers filled an arena, a crowd surrounding a fairly small circular mat. A sturdy cage was wrapped around the mat, two doors on opposing sides granting entry. Two young women made their way to the arena to fulfill a challenge.

Amy Rose prided herself in being a physically powerful female protagonist with green eyes and experience training under a strong fighter to make herself able to help her friends, with her pink hair and red clothes serving as a sort of trademark to her appearance.

What she didn't realize was she shared these traits with another. A human named Sakura Haruno. It was argued left and right which of the two was stronger, faster, and overall better. As a result, a match was booked. They were both stripped down and searched for weapons (something Rouge took great pleasure in conducting in earnest), then given a single pair of tight black spats to wear.

While they were given padded gloves to prevent damage to their knuckles from punching, they were both informed that all forms of attack were legal. The only way to win would be by knockout, and beyond eye gouging and bone breaking, there were also no rules.

The two entered the ring from opposite sides, approaching each other in the center to size each other up. Sakura was two feet taller, a common difference between humans and mobians. They shook hands after a moment of silence, only for Amy to pull the taller girl closer.

"Wanna make this interesting?" Amy whispered, causing Sakura's eyebrow to raise curiously, "I've been needing a maid for a while now. How about the loser becomes the winner's slave for a couple months?"

"Hmm..." Sakura looked over the hedgehog's nude upper body for a brief moment before grinning, "You said interesting, so we'll make it interesting. A year. One whole year."

"Deal." Amy agreed as she squeezed Sakura's hand, Sakura doing the same in return. The two backed away, fists raised, as the bell rang. Amy was prepared to earn herself a maid, and she wasted no time in moving in for a quick win.

Sakura moved her arms to block repeated jabs and swings from the hedgehog, finding herself being pushed back until her bare back pressed against the cold metal cage. Her body tensing and her focus shifting for only a moment, Sakura soon cried out as a fist came crashing against her crotch, Amy aiming low due to the height difference. The taller girl fell to her knees, only for her head to bob left and right as repeated punches to her face connected with ease.

Amy was using Sakura as a speed bag by this point, finally stopping to let her collapse to the mat. With one hand between Sakura's shoulder blades and the other gripping her lycra-garbed butt as the hedgehog drove a knee into the taller girl's side.

Sakura groaned as her body jerked slightly from the impact, doing so again as Amy repeated the strike. Amy pushed against Sakura, rolling her onto her back with her arms and legs splayed about. Standing over her, Amy firmly planted her foot against the waistline of Sakura's shorts and raised her fists in victory.

The fight was far from over, but Amy wanted to bask in her dominance and the crowd loved it. However, Sakura used this moment to grab Amy's leg and roll over, pulling the hedgehog down and causing her face to roughly hit the mat with a thud. Sakura sat on Amy's rump and kept her face down against the mat with one hand gripping the back of her head. With her free hand, Sakura dug her fingernails between the smaller girl's shoulder blades and raked ever so slowly downwards, feeling Amy desperately trying to buck her off while screaming into the mat.

Finally reaching the small of her back, Sakura lifted Amy's head by her hair before ramming her face back down to the mat. Knowing Amy had been dazed, Sakura repeated this action, feeling the smaller body jerking under her from the impact. A third hit was enough, causing Sakura to roll Amy over and look down into her glossy eyes.

She wasn't knocked out yet, so Sakura had to keep up the offense. Seizing Amy's wrists, Sakura stood up and brought the hedgehog up with her, walking her over to the cage wall and slamming her back against it. The crowd cheered as Sakura punched Amy in the gut, pressuring her against the cold metal. Amy folded, only for a forearm swing to turn her head and knock saliva from her lips.

The hedgehog wearily looked back at Sakura, only for a backhanded glove to slap her head in the opposite direction. She began to slump against the cage wall as her shoulders were held and a knee dug deep into the waistline of her shorts, daring Amy to throw up as her vision became blurry. Sakura used her height to her advantage as she grabbed Amy's wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand, her other hand tugging up on the hedgehog's shorts in a frontal wedgie.

"I think I know just what I'll do to you." Sakura whispered to Amy before letting go of her shorts and jabbing at her midriff. She struck Amy again and again, watching the helpless pink mobian bounce in place, her boobs smacking against each other as her upper body jerked from the repeated blows.

Sakura leaned in close to Amy as she pressed her upper leg between Amy's own legs, making the hedgehog moan weakly. Gentle whispers entered Amy's ear, the soft voice and rubbing sensation between her legs making her blush wildly. However her eyes widened and face paled as she heard of Sakura's cruel intentions for her upon defeating her in this match.

Before Amy could respond, a knee found her crotch. She howled in pain as Sakura turned and pulled her away from the cage, pushing her to the center of the ring and watching her collapse while tenderly rubbing her most private area. She began to slowly rise to her feet, but a swinging foot caught her across the face, snapping her head to the side. She turned back to Sakura, her head bobbing and her eyes rolling back.

Sakura grinned as Amy face planted against the mat, her butt sticking into the air in a humiliating pose. The crowd cheered wildly as Sakura cracked her knuckles. Seizing a handful of hair, she pulled Amy back up to her feet, shaking her head about to waken her. The hedgehog's lip had started to bleed, and her eyes were barely open. Her bare navel showed signs of bruising, and her wobbly legs barely supported her.

With relative ease, Sakura gripped Amy's shorts while wrapping an arm around her head, lifting the beaten girl up and falling backwards to slam her back against the mat. Amy flopped lifelessly, putting up no resistance as Sakura's legs began to wrap around her neck. Sakura had sat down on Amy's collarbone, her thighs now scissoring tightly around Amy's neck with her ankles crossed.

The hedgehog's choking screams were muffled by the spandex crotch pressed against her face, with Sakura steadying herself with one arm while the other reached back, her fingers pinching and playing with Amy's nipple. At this point, Sakura simply waited as the screams died down, the struggles ended, and even twisting the nipple resulted in no activity.

Sakura stood up, looking down at the sleeping hedgehog before stepping on her breasts and raising her arms in victory. The crowd cheered, and the bet was sealed. Amy was now Sakura's, and would be at her mercy for an entire year. Her mind was ablaze with ideas and scenarios of what she would put the poor girl through...

And she knew it'd make for the best year ever.

[Cornered] Dethroned With Dignity

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With both Rouge and Amy in your personal care, you had felt it was time to call it good, and not risk drawing any further attention for the moment. Your harem was fine as it was, a mixture of sexy and cute, of innuendos and innocence.

Apparently it just wasn't meant to be as the princess herself, Sally Acorn, had decided to try to sneak into your own home to rescue the girls. Naturally, you reacted to this in a calm, sensible manner. You tazed her from a safe distance before approaching her fallen form and stomping her until she blacked out. Stripping her naked and throwing her body over your shoulder, you gave her rump a good swat before carrying her into a more private room to make a pet out of her.

...

You watch as Amy and Rouge, both dressed in revealing harem attire, bind Sally between two poles, her arms and legs forcibly spread in an 'X' shape as a result. The two then bow and leave the room obediently, permitting you some privacy as you uncoil a whip. Sally's back is to you, so you approach her and grab her between the legs, watching as she began to stir. You then grip her fur and yank on it, not pulling it out, but definitely causing a rude awakening to Sally. You step back a few paces as Sally, panting and unnerved by her position, demands to be set free.

CRACK!

"AAAH!"

The whip effectively silences her with a single lash across her back. You inform her what happens to naughty girls in your home, but Sally will not hear of it. She demands you to free her and the others, ignoring your warnings entirely. It is time to break this girl.

CRACK!

"KYAAGH!"

CRACK!

"AAAAGH!"

CRACK!

"GAAAGH!"

Sally is panting now, her fur now soaking to her body from sweat. You walk around in front of her, seeing she has begun to cry. She notices you and quickly straightens her body and turns her head away from you, refusing you any kind of satisfaction. That is fine, her boobs are looking a little too proud for your tastes anyway.

CRACK!

"MMMMMGH!"

Sally bites her lip as she tries to restrain herself, refusing to cry out with you looking right at her. The lash was well-aimed, striking across both of her nipples. One more good hit would likely earn her voice in this torture.

CRACK!

"HAAAAAAAIIEE!"

There it is, and now Sally's head is hanging limply, her body sagging in her bindings as she is whimpering in pain. Approaching her and reaching behind to rub her butt as you speak, you whisper into her ear the many things you have done to Rouge and Amy. Sally tries to turn her head away, but you make her turn to face you by pushing the handle of the whip against her cheek.

Tears are drenching her face, saliva rolling from a corner of her mouth, but in her eyes is a fire you have yet to extinguish. Once more, she demands freedom for her and the girls. This Sally Acorn is starting to become annoying, and you can't help but slap her across the face a couple times before distancing yourself and taking aim at her smooth navel.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Screams echo loudly, probably audible even to Rouge and Amy despite wherever they might be. Sally jerks about wildly in her bindings as you refuse to let her rest whatsoever, intending to ensure whatever fight she has in her will be taken care of. You stop to catch your breath, seeing Sally is barely conscious.

She has one last chance. You toss the whip aside and grab her by the hair and throat, forcing her head back to look up into your eyes. She is meeting you with a glare. It is weak, she lacks a solid voice to speak with, but you can tell. It is still there. Her defiance. Her willpower. This was no doubt the resolve of the crown princess, Sally Acorn.

You knee her in the crotch and walk away, knowing it'll take a considerable amount of time to break this one. But you have other things you need to do. Ringing a bell, you watch as your loyal pets enter the room and shuffle over to Sally, freeing her from her bindings and blindfolding her before dragging her out of the room.

You might need some help with Sally... But who would be the right girl to enslave for this purpose?

[Cornered] A Plucked Rose

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A groan lazily poured from the mouth of a pink hedgehog as you pulled her large hammer from her grip. She had put up a fight, but was no match in the end. Grabbing the front of her red dress, you pulled Amy Rose up to her feet before releasing her, the groggy girl staggering about as she tried to regain her balance.

You watched as she lifted her hands, barely even making fists, still trying to fight despite her condition. Brushing her hands aside with ease, you fired a straight kick into her stomach, forcing her to fold with a harsh cough. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you lifted the mobian girl up, flipping her upright to have her sit on your shoulders while you maintained your grip on her dress.

Your eyes and nose were filled with the sight and scent of Amy’s pantied crotch as you held her, but the desire to inflict some more pain on the girl outweighed the enjoyment of her positioning. Pulling up on her dress, lifting her slightly in the process, you threw Amy down to the ground on her back, bouncing her body slightly before going limp.

Giving her a quick stomp to ensure she was awake, you grabbed her hair with both hands and dragged the beaten girl to her feet, sending a knee into her belly for her trouble. Amy had wanted to face you to prove her strength, but she was likely unaware of how thorough your victories were. Like Rouge before her, Amy would be your pet. You would make sure of it.

Your hand swung low, gripping her crotch tightly as your other hand squeezed Amy’s throat. Lifting the girl up over your head, you took a moment to let Amy see her distance from the ground, causing her to shake her head in terror. Lowering yourself to one knee, you released your pink prisoner, letting her freefall before you… Her belly landing directly across your leg.

Wind rushed from Amy’s lungs as she gasped for air, saliva dripping from her mouth as her body slackened over your knee. Pulling her dress up, you gripped Amy’s tail and began spanking her. Never ceasing, you asked Amy if she had had enough. Between gasps and whimpers, Amy finally surrendered herself, her plea for mercy finally being answered.

Firmly lifting her head by her hair while keeping your other hand resting on her rear, you told her to speak up, to clearly announce her submission to your demands. Tears ran down Amy’s soft cheeks as she listened to what was expected of her, and of the punishments that would follow were she disobedient in any way.

“I submit… I’m… I’m your pet…” Amy’s head turned slightly as she looked back at you with a pained expression, “Please don’t beat me anymore, master… I’ll be good…”

You release Amy, letting her collapse to the ground. She was a little tougher than Rouge was, surprisingly enough. But this was just the beginning. You took a moment to look over your new pet hedgehog. Watching Amy’s chest rise and fall with her struggling breaths, tears running down her flushed cheeks, seeing her body splayed out and helpless before you…

This is one plucked rose that you would keep for a very long time.

Starts With "L" Ends With "E"

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I look at myself in the mirror. A beautiful red kimono is wrapped around my body adorned with floral designs. It is breathtaking to behold... I am breathtaking. I lift my hand to touch the extravagant hairpin that matches the kimono, wondering why she would go to such lengths. Its unfair how well she treats me. Reaching to undo the kimono, I decide that I will only wear it for her--

The sound of a door closing catches my attention. This will be the first she has seen me wearing this, having left it for me as a present before leaving to run her usual errands. I turn to face her, holding back thankful tears and wearing the gentlest smile I could muster. She deserves nothing but praise.

A purple cat mobian enters the room, a red gem on her forehead above her topaz eyes, dressed far more casually than I with a purple sleeveless shirt that somewhat exposes black bra straps, white jeans, and red shoes. It is Blaze, the woman I live with... The woman I lov--

"Amy? Pffft, ha ha ha!"

Loathe. The woman I loathe.

"Shut up, you damn feline!"

...Okay, so I'm not exactly the most ladylike girl out there considering Blaze and I bicker all the time and I've only tried smashing her with my hammer once every other day, but only because she deserves it! This is the same woman who swats my butt every time I bend over, spars with me on a daily basis, and makes me share a bed with her despite how she sleeps nude and spoons in her sleep! And then she snores!

"But you? In a kimono? That's rich!"

My hammer appears in my hands as I clutch the handle. That's it, I'm smashing this pussy. I try to run at her, though the kimono is rather restrictive. I don't wear these kinds of clothes often, in fact the only dress I typically wear is short and flows openly... So I end up tripping over my own feet and falling forward. Damnit, I don't need her insulting me even more!

...Wait, I didn't hit the floor? I open my eyes, seeing that Blaze is holding me in her arms. I can feel her breath on my neck, and I can't stop my own blush. The grip on my hammer eases as Blaze hugs me tightly.

"You look good, Amy. No matter how much of a tomboy you become, never forget how pretty you are, okay? Inside and out."

Blaze's words flowed gently into my ear, seeming to caress my mind as they settled within me. She wasn't that bad, I suppose. She did have her charms to her at times, and sometimes she showed her more refined side. Despite her odd and sometimes perverted ways, she did treat me well at times. I guess deep down, I really do lov--

"Ah! Aaah!"

Loathe her.

I hear Blaze giggle as I squeak out in surprise. Both of her hands had reached my butt, pinching both cheeks before tightly squeezing them in her palms. She is choosing now to grope me? She chooses a heartwarming moment to indulge in this? This is why I can't stand her!

"Get off-a me, you... You...!"

"Aww, but I can't help it! I wasn't expecting you to dress up for me. How about a little geisha dance?"

"I didn't dress up for you! Besides, didn't you buy it for me?"

"What? Of course not! An old friend gave it to me, but I don't wear those things. I was gonna toss it in my closet and be done with it."

Blaze starts laughing as the realization settles in. My face glows a bright red as I pull myself from her arms and glare at her. I want to yell at her, I want to hit her. And I know she wants me to try. For as long as we've lived together, she has always been the stronger. But not for long. Soon I'm gonna beat her, and then I'll be the one dragging her unconscious body to bed and then she'll be the one waking up to me undressing her and--

Oh no. I'm starting to turn into her. As if she was reading my thought process, Blaze bursts into more laughter. She is practically in tears at this point. All I can do is storm into another room and lock the door. I lay out my red dress and proceed to remove the kimono... Slowly. It really is beautiful, and I don't want to harm such delicate and elegant clothes.

Back in my usual attire, and after taking the hairpin out, I march back out to face Blaze. Win or lose, I'm going to teach that feline a lesson in humility, or go down trying! I refuse to roll over and take her crap!

...And sometimes I wonder if she would have it no other way.

Soundless Whispers

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Clouds so thick the sun's rays barely reached the ground...

Nature stripped clean with only dirt remaining...

A colossal metal city in one direction, a gradually declining forest in the other...

Such was the war faced by the Freedom Fighters. Mobians living peacefully in the forest, forced to stand together to rebel against a tyrannical dictator bent on destroying all nature, replacing it with an endless city of smog and steel.

As swatbots, grunts of the robotic army and primary invasion force of Robotnik's empire swarmed the field, four mobians faced them alone. A brown squirrel armed with explosives, a yellow fox wielding his own array of gadgets, a pink hedgehog carrying a large mallet, and lastly a blue blur darting about between the enemies without a scratch.

Sally, Tails, Amy, and Sonic were the front line warriors of the Freedom Fighters, and they would not go down without a fight. To the amazement of many, the four held up quite well. Swatbots exploded left and right, the combined might of brains and brawn proving too much for the robotic forces to handle. Tiring hours passed, but the four came out victorious. Another win for the Freedom Fighters.

"Good work team," Sally called out to her scattered allies as they observed the battlefield, "let's head back home."

"Whew, that sounds wonderful." groaned Tails as he approached Sally.

"I could keep going, but those bolt brains need a rest. Maybe next time they'll be able to do something worthwhile." joked Sonic as he followed Tails, running his hand through his blue spines with a casual smirk.

"Wait, what?!"

The three turned to their newest recruit, Amy Rose. She was a fresh soldier in the war against Robotnik, inexperienced but strong. Her simply red dress clung tightly to her upper body, flowing more loosely as it neared her knees. She was somewhat short, with big red boots and a large red and yellow hammer as a weapon. She blinked her green eyes as a look of frustration crossed her face.

She harbored a crush on the team hero, Sonic, and was gunning for a chance to show off her skills to him, hopefully earning his love in the process. Several battles without a chance to do so left her more than a little annoyed.

"We have the advantage! Why not just go in and stomp Robotnik right now?"

"Amy, there are only four of us." Sally tried to reason with Amy, but her words didn't appear to get through.

"We can take him! Let's march right on in there and finish this war once and for all!" declared Amy as she turned and marched towards Robotnik's city. Sonic prepared to stop Amy, but a machine activated from under the very ground he stood on. Soon, three glass tubes burst out from the ground, trapping all three mobians.

Amy turned back to her team, seeing them encased within their new prison. With a gasp, Amy ran back to the team, pounding her fist against Sonic's tube. After struggling for a bit, she saw Sonic's lips move without any voice coming from him. These tubes were soundproof. Amy turned to Sally, seeing her point towards the forest.

"I'm not leaving you guys here!" Amy took a step back and raised her hammer, making Sonic a little nervous as Amy prepared to take one huge swing at the tube to break it open, not considering what might happen to the encased hedgehog when the glass would inevitably shatter.

Before the scenario could play out however, a blaster fired at Amy, knocking the hammer from her hands and off into the distance. Amy spun around to face her adversary, only to be faced with a much larger robot. Unlike the gray swatbots from before, this black robot was far more heavily armored. Large shoulder pads, massive boots, and a generally more intimidating appearance with the glowing red visor made for a daunting foe. Robotnik's voice roared with laughter over a loudspeaker installed on the robot.

"Behold, pitiful animals! A whole new model of robot! The shadowbot! It is sleeker, stronger, faster, and smarter than anything you've fought before!" the shadowbot flexed and posed as Robotnik gloated, though Amy appeared less than impressed.

"It's just a bigger swatbot. I'll break it just like all your other toys, Egghead."

"Eh? Is that the pink one? Where's Sonic?!"

"YOU put him in a bubble!"

"Bubble? The isolation tubes caught HIM?! And YOU were left in the open?!"

"Why do you sound so surprised? You built three of them, so how were you going to catch all four of us?"

"Because I wanted you all to watch my new shadowbot destroy Sonic! Well, I guess I can just make him a robot. But before that, he's gonna get to watch YOU get beaten to a pulp! This is great! Don't kill her, shadowbot! I have some planning to do!"

Robotnik's cackling voice finally cut out as the shadowbot raised its fists, ready to take on the smaller mobian. Unable to hear Sonic and company yelling for her to run, Amy suddenly rushed to the side. The shadowbot watched as she neared her hammer, but before Amy could reach her signature weapon, it was blasted out of her reach once more.

Amy glared at the shadowbot, but was surprised to see it already closing in. Fast. Amy raised her arms to protect herself as a single strong swing of the shadowbot's fist put Amy against the ground. Amy coughed and started to recover, but a metallic boot to the belly sent her sliding back towards the glass tubes.

"Gurgh... Little... Tougher than I thought..." Amy spit to clear her mouth as she stood up, using the tube for support. Inside was Sally, who was yelling something at Amy.

"Relax, Sal... This is all under--" Amy suddenly fell to the ground mid-sentence, having seen the shadowbot's reflection in the tube, "--control!"

The shadowbot's fist slammed into the tube, Sally dropping to her knees and covering her head. Amy smirked, silently congratulating herself. She had freed Sally, and the odds were now in their favor!

THUNK!

...Thunk? No crash? Amy paled as the shadowbot looked down at her, the fist having not even cracked the tube. The shadowbot grabbed Amy's head with ease as it lifted her into the air, the pink hedgehog kicking at the air as she tried to free herself. The young Freedom Fighter felt the back of her body touch the tube, only compounding her fear of what was coming.

The shadowbot reeled back, and slammed Amy's entire stomach with a single powerful punch. Sally's eyes widened, her prison vibrating from the force of the blow. Saliva flew onto the robotic arm as it pressured Amy's body against the glass, her mouth hanging open as pain overloaded her brain. The fist retracted with the limp body no longer offering resistance.

Throwing Amy to the ground, the shadowbot went to work. Punch after punch, the shadowbot pounded Amy's body despite her inability to defend herself.

"Urgh! Ough! Aagh! Oof!" Amy's cries fell on deaf ears, as only metalwork could hear her. Sonic, having seen more than enough, pounded on the glass with all his might with no success. He had no room to build momentum, and had little hope of breaking glass even a shadowbot couldn't crack.

Grabbing Amy's dress, the shadowbot lifted Amy into the air before slamming her face-down to the dirt. The heartless machine lifted her by her legs, holding her upside-down with her dress falling down, exposing her dirty white panties. Grabbing the hedgehog's arms, the shadowbot began to pull on Amy's limbs.

"AAAAAAGH!"

Amy's screams subsided as the shadowbot ceased stretching her, instead opting to lift her up into the air... Only to throw the mobian girl down across an outstretched leg, folding her over the metal limb before causing her to lifelessly slide off and to the ground.

The shadowbot grabbed Amy's head and hoisted her into the air, seeing her dress was now torn up. A bio scan showed that there was still life in the beaten body, causing the shadowbot to continue its mission. To waken Amy, the shadowbot released its grip on her to let her fall to the ground... However, it drove its fist into her face as she fell, sending her flying towards the glass tubes.

To Sonic's horror, Amy's body slammed against the tube containing him, all of the pink hedgehog's injuries plain as day for Sonic to witness. Her dress was in tatters, her face bore several blood trails, her nose was likely broken, and bruises were dark enough to be visible all over her body despite her pink fur masking them.

"S...Sonic..." Amy mustered as tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the blood as it moved down the tube she laid against, "I...I'm...sor...ry..."

Sonic pressed his hands against the tube, whispering to Amy... Though she could only imagine what he was saying. Words of encouragement? It'll be okay? She'll make it out of this? The pink hedgehog held tight to Sonic's silent whisper, as it was all she had left with the sound of metallic stomping drawing near her. The shadowbot approached Amy, now carrying her favorite hammer.

Sonic's eyes grew wide as saucers as Amy's spine was struck by her own hammer with enough force to shake the very cell he stood in. Blood flew from Amy's mouth, trailing the tube as she slid lifelessly to the ground. Another bio scan from the shadowbot confirmed Amy's survival, but her body could take no more.

The mission being complete, Amy's body was dragged towards the city as swatbots approached the team, sleeping gas beginning to fill the tubes containing the Freedom Fighters. Tails passed out, followed by Sally. The swatbots stared with expressionless gazes as Sonic, his rage having peaked, slowly crumbled to the sleeping gas.

Hold on Amy, he thought to himself. Just hold on...