𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 | 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗗𝗼𝘄

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This was gross. This wasn't right. Shadow wasn't supposed to be doing this. But he couldn't stop. Sonic was probably his least favorite mobian. Sure they got along, but Sonic's persistent efforts to be friendly with him were obviously useless. Shadow didn't need any friends, and he surely did not want to be involved in any romantic sappy stuff. Better yet, he needed no one at all.

And yet here he was, two fingers inside of himself, huffing and puffing and trying to get the blue hedgehog's face out of his mind, but every time his fingers fondled his sweet spot the faker's image became extraordinarily vivid once again. It made his head cloudy, and as the ultimate lifeform, it made him feel pathetic that he was so inept to these new emotions, plus the fact that he was inadvertently getting off to Sonic of all mother fuckers.

This was happening more frequently too. The first time he touched himself, he didn't even know what he was doing. He wasn't designed to understand things like that, but as he was created in the likeness of a natural being, it's only reasonable that he would behave like one as well. Evidently this was something everyone did, but it didn't make it any more normal for him. He felt weird every time he did something like this, and yet he could never bring himself to stop. It was always a battle between his emotions.

He didn't want to think about that now though, he was getting close, really close. He bucked his hips up towards his hand, sluggishly fingering himself until he twitched and spurt onto his bedsheets, stifling a moan. Great, he thought to himself, now I need to wash these.

He gathered himself up, huffing at the mess. It would be easier to just be angry at Sonic than to face his own emotions, after all, the blue idiot technically caused this. He stripped his bedsheets, shamefully folding them over to hide the semen. He lived alone, but Rouge & Sonic both had a tendency to drop by unexpectedly, Rouge, however, would just let herself in, which was what he was worried about.

Playing it safe, he called her name before opening the door, but he didn't receive a response. He exited his room and wandered down the hall to the laundry room and started up the washing machine, tossing in his sheets and some detergent and letting the machine get to work. He sat with his head pressed against the machine for a while, letting the vibrations attack his quills. It was a weird feeling but he enjoyed it. But his enjoyment was short-lived, his eyes shooting open at the sound of the faint click of the window lock.

Rouge.

He stood up, climbing the shelves above the washing machine in hopes of finding something big enough for him to hide in. A mesh bag on the top shelf seemed to be a fine option, so he fit himself inside and peered through the crack in the laundry room door, which led to the kitchen. Nothing happened for a little while, but then his refrigerator door flew open and he could hear the bat rummaging around and muttering to herself. He just hoped she wasn't getting into his oreos. He loved those things.

After a few seconds of digging and evidently not finding what she needed, she slammed the door and called out his name. He decided to keep quiet and see what happened. She opened and closed a few doors, and Shadow realized that once she got to his room to see the sheets missing she'd check the laundry room, which is exactly what she did. It didn't take long for her to open the doors, she checked the dryer to check if he was in there before gazing upwards to find him angrily staring at her from the inside of a bag, his head poking out. He scowled at her and sunk further into the bag.

"What the hell are you doing up there?" She spoke up. "Weird ass."

"Hiding from you."