He is My Master

5: Midnight Contemplations

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Sonic had excellent endurance. Even Shadow had to admit that, watching him doing the push ups, still going strong and even at forty....fifty...sixty...seventy was starting to push it, though, and the black hedgehog nodded in satisfaction at the straining blue body.

But Sonic also never gave up. It was this quality that probably would have made him completely unsuitable as a slave, but right now it was very useful in keeping up pretenses.

Going past eighty was taking its toll, and Sonic was panting slightly now. His body was built for speed, not upper-body strength, even if his muscles were still well-toned, the whole form that of an acrobat.

Shadow liked watching him excert himself on the dungeon floor. And wondered why. Sonic...had always entranced him in his running, his fighting, but lately these feelings had grown stronger...

Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine....

"Hundred!" Sonic panted, collapsing and drawing himself up onto knees. "A hundred push-ups in just about three minutes. Like to see you top that quota with backflips, Shads," he said, grinning up at the black hedgehog sitting on the rack. Shadow nodded, before sliding down and immediately leashing a surprised Sonic again.

"Hey, what...?"

"We need to go now, before you get your breath back, otherwise you won't look very convincing."

"Urgh." Sonic was more dragged upright than standing by himself, but tried his best to follow along. The pair emerged with Shadow pulling a (for the moment) rather realistically aching and stumbling Sonic outwards, his arms and shoulders trembling from exhaustion.

"Gone well, My Prince?"

"Yes. I used the water treatments and the screws. It worked splendidly."

The bulldog nodded like an IT-expert talking to a spirited computer hacker amateur, and vanished into his dungeon again. Shadow noticed that most of the looks they got from people right now were a lot more approving. Sonic was looking slightly pained, his shoulder muscles aching from the excercize and his ears were folded flat against his head while Shadow on purpose strode quickly enough that Sonic had difficulty keeping up. At least until they finally paused in a corridor not that far away from their chamber and Sonic had gotten his breath back, was standing upright again, his breathing even, exhaustion mostly gone.

Shadow then showed him another part of the castle, figuring that by now it shouldn't hurt too much to have people see Sonic, who still looked rumpled, and their excursion lasted until early evening, when they came to a halt in another lonely part of the castle and the blue hedgehog's stomach gave an audible growl.

"Oh. Back to our dorm, I say. Jet had better brought food by now..." the blue hero perked up at that and made to stride towards their chamber.

"Jet? The hawk?" Shadow asked, remaining where he was, therefore bringing an already walking Sonic up short.

"Yes," the blue hedgehog replied, rubbing his neck where the leash had chafed him, but for once not scowling at Shadow, "He...uh...is a servant in this castle." Sonic did not want to go into how their meeting this morning had gone. "Still an utter jerk, though. But doing just fine under Black Doom's rule, it seems. Can we go now?" he asked somewhat impatiently, jerking his head backwards so the hand of Shadow holding him came up. "I'm hungry."

"Sure," the black hedgehog actually managed something like an almost-smile this time. "After I pushed you so hard, you do deserve something to eat," he said, walking up to Sonic so the leashed hedgehog could also continue on his way.