>>7301
Amy was the last character I'd want to see killed. I was going to leave this to someone else and maybe peek through my fingers later ....but somehow, in the wee hours of the night, inspiration struck ...and then I wondered if my lack of guroey feelings in this case might not bring something unique to the table...

all at once, my first gurochan post, first fan fiction, first erotica, snuff, and first crack at fiction in a long while, here goes....
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I stared out the window, silhouetted against the stars. I wasn't sure what we were doing out here anymore.
There was only one thing of importance to me, and that was Amy Rose


I had been stealing her panties for years. Every once in a while, I'd dump them all in a pile on my bed and roll around in them but that wasn't enough anymore. I was beginning to hope that she would catch me. That, at least, would be a conversation starter.


but no... she never even noticed ...she just kept replacing them from wherever it was in the universe that sold 10 packs of panties in furry sizes with the with the three little interleaved triangles in front.
...too preoccupied with Mr tall, blue, and handsome.


Tonight, I was going to change all that.


Shortly after we started our voyage, she had been offered an opportunity to make the object of her affections burn with all the passion she deserved. It didn't work out though... we were all still stuck in the same love triangle.

....no, it was a love chain that was wrapped around our necks ...while Sonic obliviously dragged us behind

What no one knew is that I was made the same offer and, when her potion failed to work, I had kept mine until I could figure out a way to fix it.


...there are few things in this universe that can't be improved by simmering a few days in the eerie glow of a chaos emerald...



She was hosting one of her semi-weekly tea parties this evening.

She had been doing this for years, an infantile and transparent to attract Sonic, the one person who never came. That blue bastard never deserved her.

Others might have considered it an annoying, childish gesture and showed up out of boredom or irony
but not me, I loved her for it, I was the only one who could ...only me.
...but not long ago, Tails had remarked to me that these evening sessions were the only thing holding him together
...did I have it wrong? ...did I underestimate her? Was she single handedly maintaining the moral of the entire ship? ....I had at times been afraid that I would someday outgrow her, but maybe it was her that was fated to outgrow me...


Realizing that I would need a distraction to slip her my potion, I arrive early and taint the entire teapot with a more mundane "potion" from the infirmary....
About 10 minutes in, everyone looks up, a singular thought taking shape in each of their minds...
Everyone suddenly gets up and begins shoving and climbing over each other in a mad dash to get to the ships only bathroom, from which the most adorable squeals and demonic noises would be alternatively heard over the next hour.
I was used to having desperate needs unmet, and called upon that bitter fortitude to remain behind, at least for a little bit.

I upend the potion over Amy's tea, taking a quick shot myself to ensure that nothing could prevent this night from being absolutely magical.

It smells and tastes a little odd ...do love potions have an expiration date?
...what do I know? if arcane potions could made out of things normal people considered edible, they wouldn't need to be made and dispensed by shady hooded figures.
It's probably fine.
...and, as long as the light is on, no one will notice that weird glow from the teacup and my lips either.



Later that night, I awoke to a knock on my door. I climbed out of bed and pushed the button to open the door.

There she stood, silhouetted against the lights of the corridor and seductively posed with one arm behind her back. A few seconds later, she was on me, kissing, humping, and undressing me all at once with no clear strategy in mind. I'm surprised and delighted as, in spite of her somewhat smaller stature, the force knocks me back into my bed while she continues to ride me like a snow board.

After several minutes of furious humping, our clothes are still little more than severely disheveled.
I struggle to undo my belt and get my pants down in between humps.
I think she's sprained my wrist in the process, it may even be a hairline fracture, but I have more important things to worry about right now.
I slowly pulled down her panties, again with great effort, a few inches at a time as she shifted, as no force in this universe seemed able to pry her off me.

I finally slide in to her tight, warm space and all the pain and worry I've ever known, and so much more that I never knew was there, all melts away ...I am home...

We're at it for hours, I think ...but there's no sunrise in space ....we could have been at it for days, or weeks...

Three orgasms later, I begin to realize-

Six orgasms later, I'm getting concerned that-

I've lost all count.

My dream was becoming a nightmare as I slowly began to realize that this had to end at some point.
We were either going to fuck each other to death or, perhaps far worse, the effects would wear off.
There would be either amnesia or resentment ...things would go back to the way they were, or maybe worse

...I couldn't bear that...

maybe that dose I took was affecting my mind, but I saw only only one way out.

As we were humping in a seated position, I carefully pulled my gun out from under my pillow.
She was too distracted to notice as I pointed it at the back of her head.
I waited for her to cum one last time before pulling the trigger.
In an instant, a small hole appeared in her head and one of her beautiful green eyes went off to the side.


How did I know that?
I couldn't see out of my left eye, but I appeared to be more or less alive ....I had intended for us both to die by the same bullet, but I must have gotten the trajectory wrong.

....I would soon fix that...


I closed her eyes and snuzzled her ear.
"don't worry", I whispered, "soon we'll be together forever"

...as I stroked my fingers through her hair, I paused to admire the irony of the situation:
a stalker suddenly taken down out of nowhere by an even more crazed stalker she was too preoccupied to notice

I sighed and then inserted the gun in my mouth ....I cried out as all my instincts waged war with each other ...ordering me to halt and to hurry up in various fleeting and distorted conceptions of my best interest.

....I slowly squeezed the trigger with all my strength, my hands shaking.
....goodbye this crazy mess I've ma-










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PROMPT:
since I'm butting in because I fumbled the deadline, I'm putting the prompt I interrupted back in play
>>7065

...poor Coco ...you're just going after all my furry crushes aren't you? :)