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.

Boxed Bat

The scenario involves Fiona The Fox having caught Rouge The Bat. Rouge is currently tied up in a boxing ring in Fiona's basement and is getting boxed relentlessly by the sassy fox... Where is she being struck? What is she wearing? How is she tied up, what position? Use your imagination, and enjoy the sounds of pain.

Pop up an image and look it over while the sounds play in the background if you prefer, make up your own little scenario if you'd rather. The sounds will be here for whatever you desire to use them for.

Have fun!

Home Invasion

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[Seeing as the spy interrogation poll tied between Blaze and Sally, both will get their own short stories.]

Two figures lockpicked their way into a mobian's house in the middle of the night, covered from head to toe in black gear, faces hidden behind masks worn within helmets. There was no way of knowing their identity in any conceivable fashion, and their sights were set on a purple feline who was typing away at her computer, dressed in only a white tanktop and black panties.

"We found the target," one masked person quietly reported into a radio, "the information will be wiped as soon as we take care of her."

Pocketing the radio, one figure nodded to the other and they immediately moved in. Before the mobian could even react to their presence, one of the attackers held her in a headlock, wrapping their arm tightly around her throat to prevent even a shout of pain. The other quickly sprayed something in her face, causing her body to go limp within moments. The unconscious girl was lifted from her chair and carried away as one of the invaders began to work on her computer.

Blaze awoke to water splashing across her face, finding herself tied to a chair. If only she had a moment to put some more decent clothes on-

"Oof! Ugh! Urk! Oouh!"

The chair shook as the feline's body got pulverized by repeated punches to the stomach. Blaze received no rest or mercy as her body was worked, sometimes a resounding slap occurring to break the agonizing monotony.

"Uof! Ugh! Agh! Oogh! Oof!"

At long last, the beating stopped. Blaze slumped in her chair, coughing roughly. Turning her head to spit and clear her mouth, the violet mobian noticed the second person entering the room.

"Looks like we have one mighty curious cat on our hands. We have orders to find out who you were trying to contact, so if you talk, this night will end that much faster."

"... ... ...UGH!"

One of the two intruders pulled a baton from deep in Blaze's gut, having struck her to punish her silence. Soon, the other rammed a fist into her stomach, only adding to her pain.

"We will make you talk. Even if it means..." the intruder trailed off, running a gloved hand over Blaze's breasts, "...doing things you might regret."

Blaze tried to pull away, but was unable to due to her bindings. Probing fingers found their way to her nipples, pinching and twisting them through the thin fabric of her shirt. Blaze squirmed and whimpered, forcing back tears as she tried in vain to twist her body away from the intruders. A sudden blow to the back of her head dazed her, the hands pulling away to untie her from the chair.

Binding the mobian's arms behind her back, the feline was grabbed by her tanktop and walked over to a fairly sizable aquarium in her living room. Without any warning, Blaze's head was dunked into the aquarium, bubbles and frantic struggles soon overtaking her as she tried to free herself. As a cat, Blaze did adore fish, but also as a cat, she always feared water any deeper than her ankles.

As Blaze desperately tried to lift her head from the threat of drowning, she felt her panties being yanked upwards, followed by repeated slaps across her butt. Every few moments, Blaze would be forcefully pulled from the water long enough for a shot to the gut and another dunk, giving her no time to truly breathe. Her pain was matched only by her humiliation as many strikes jiggled her butt to no end. The purple mobian was losing her strength and willpower quickly as she was once more pulled free, only to be punched in her belly and pushed downwards again.

Time passed, and she was finally shoved into a chair, her tanktop soaked clear through to make even her nipples visible, her panties wedged up tightly both front and back, and bruises beginning to be visible around her belly button despite her fur. Pulling the cat's hair to make her tilt her head back and look into the masked face of one of the two intruders, Blaze could only offer a pathetic moan of pain.

A fist to Blaze's stomach forced some water from her lungs, the liquid splashing against the mask before her and down her neck to her soaked torso, though the water was tinged slightly from being mixed with blood.

"Ready to talk? Or are we going to continue punishing the little kitty cat?"

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...

Bunny Beating

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"Did you remember everything?" a kind mother asked her daughter.

"Yep! I can't wait to visit Amy!" the daughter replied with a smile. The two were rabbit mobians, the mother being an endowed woman named Vanilla and the daughter being a young girl named Cream. Cream was preparing for a sleepover at Amy's, which was a perfect opportunity for Vanilla to go to her job.

"Mommy, are you going to work tonight?" Cream suddenly asked.

"Why yes, in fact I must head out in an hour."

"Will you be able to play tomorrow when I get home?"

"Of course I will. And I'll be coming home with some freshly-bought groceries. How does carrot cake sound?"

"It sounds great! I can't wait!" Cream giggled as she hugged her mother. However, a look of unease crossed Vanilla now that her face was out of eye shot. She had a very specific job, and tonight was supposed to be her worst night yet. However, she would do whatever it took to ensure her little Cream would live happily.

Cream left soon after, leaving Vanilla to her thoughts as she went to her bedroom. Looking at her reflection in a mirror, she began to strip. In only her panties, she took a moment to admire her figure. Her body had become quite toned as of late due to this job despite what was required of her. From her bottom dresser she pulled out an orange bunny girl outfit.

It was time.

A few miles outside the village was a public fighting arena, well known for pitting mobians and humans against one another for better or worse. Vanilla was scheduled to have a cage match with some foreign champion, and her contract still stood. Desperate for money at one point in her life, Vanilla signed a contract for five years requiring her to fight twice a week... And if she wanted paid, she had to show up in her sexy bunny outfit and lose. Badly.

The bunny woman went to the arena at the scheduled time and was escorted to the arena, ignoring the cat calls and whistles from the crowd. Vanilla knew she was nothing to these people, and the best response she could muster was denial of their presence. The cage door closed behind Vanilla as she walked across the mat to the other side, examining the metal coils that now contained her. She would likely be dragged out of this cage, but at least she would be providing for Cream.

Vanilla was snapped back to reality by the sound of the cage door closing once more. The rabbit woman turned to see her opponent, but was greeted by a left hook to her jaw that spun her back into the cage wall. Vanilla tried to recover but a booted foot swung up between her legs, smashing her crotch with a powerful soccer kick.

With a scream, Vanilla sunk to her knees. However her opponent grabbed her hair and pulled her up, pressing her back against the cage. Whoever her opponent was, she had incredibly long blonde hair tied into twin braids, her attire consisting entirely of red armored gloves and brown boots complete with a green high cut leotard.

The woman placed a hand on Vanilla's shoulder to steady her while she planted blow after blow into Vanilla's soft belly. Not only did it cause the rabbit's body to jump from each hit, it also resulted in her bouncing breasts threatening to pop out of her outfit with each strike. It would only be a matter of time before an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction would cripple her further.

"Ugh! Oogh! Uff! Ooh!" grunted Vanilla as the damage continued to build. However her opponent finally stopped long enough to lift her into the air. To Vanilla's horror, this was cut short when her body was slammed against the mat near the center of the arena. While downed, Vanilla took a few stomps to her chest for her troubles.

The blonde mounted Vanilla, pinning the rabbit woman's arms under her legs. After signalling to the cheering crowd, she began to unload brutal blows to Vanilla's breasts. Vanilla cried out in pain with every hit, unable to do anything to defend herself.  After another couple hits, the green-clad woman gripped Vanilla's head and slammed her against the mat a few times to disorient her.

Vanilla was rolled onto her stomach as her opponent lifted her limp arms while sitting on her lower back. The rabbit woman's arms were hooked over her knees, followed by two hands gripping her chin and pulling her upper body back in a painful camel clutch. Vanilla kicked her legs uselessly as she made her pain known to everyone in the arena. However, Vanilla's pained voice only caused the woman to tilt backwards, bending Vanilla's body further.

The woman released Vanilla, letting her upper body flop limply against the mat. Shifting her position to Vanilla's side, she began to ram her knee into the smaller woman's side. Vanilla groaned from the attacks, and after the fourth knee she was helped to her feet by her pulled hair. After a swift shot to the belly to make her bend over, Vanilla was soon placed in the vice grip of a headlock under her opponent's arm.

Vanilla stumbled about in her bent over position as her opponent walked around the mat, waving to the crowd as she basked in her dominance. Without warning the woman suddenly fell down to the mat, driving Vanilla's head into it with enough force to make her tumble forward, laying motionless on her back. With one hand on Vanilla's left breast and the other resting on her lower stomach, her body was firmly held down as the crowd counted.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5!"

The bell sounded, heralding Vanilla's defeat. Lifting the beaten woman up into the air, the green-clad fighter merely chuckled. It was the easiest fight she had ever been in. However, Vanilla began to stir, signalling she was still conscious. Seeking to finish a fight she had already won, the victorious woman brought down Vanilla's weakened form across an outstretched knee, the sound of a crack followed by a pained scream filled the room.

The fighter looked down at Vanilla, who laid on her stomach with one hand on her lower back, tears beginning to flow from her eyes. Noticing some fans with cameras, the woman grabbed Vanilla by her long ears to lift her head and make her face the flashing mechanisms as countless photos were taken of her brutal demise.

Vanilla was dragged out of the arena and was tied to a stretcher, with the audience throwing popcorn and empty cups at her helpless form as she was carried out. Despite this, Vanilla could only smile, for she had ensured her daughter would be fed and happy tonight... And will willingly do so again in any matches to come.