Rapid the Wolf: The Next Morning...

Rapid the Wolf: The Next Morning...

*the next morning*
Rapid's point of view

I woke up, feeling like I should've died from alchohal poisining 37 times. I felt some weight on my arm and looked to my right, and saw Blaze, sleeping like someone had hit her on the head with a hammer, her fur messed up- and wearing nothing but her bra. I looked under the covers to find myself wearing only my white shirt, which felt wet. I turned to Blaze and nudged her gently. "Come on, wake up, Blaze. Wake up," I whispered in her ear, and as a result, she opened her eyes slowly, and yawned, revealing fangs, not as sharp as mine, but cleaner. She looked up at me, looking tired and confused. "You okay? You look like you were forced to spend a month locked in a closet with no music, except for stuff from Micheal Jackson and Richard Cheese," said between yawns, and I looked at her seriously, and she stopped in mid-yawn. Did we do what I think we did last night?" I asked her, with just the tiniest hint of panic in my voice. She gave me a look that looked like a combination of pleasure and guilt, and replied, "What do you think we did, just to be clear?" "Well, my first thought was that maybe we ran around San Fransisco flipping people off, but then I thought we..." I started, but stopped, and buried my head in my hands, muttering, "Oh God..." Blaze looked suddenly concerned and place a trembling but comforting hand on my shouder and asked, with some panic or fear in her voice, "You okay? Come on, what's wrong?" I looked at her, no longer the funny, annoying pain-in-the-ass I usually was, but serious, serious enough to make Shadow seem hyper, and said, "Don't you understand the seriousness of this? What happened last night, I could be a father, you might be pregnant, and..." I couldn't go on, but I got out of bed and put my clothes back on, and jerked my head towards the door. Blaze sat up, and followed me out the door, after putting clothes on. We "borrowed" the keys to Shadow's motorcycle, ("GIVE ME MY DAMN KEYS BACK!"), and drove to the nearest hospital, and, after a few hours of tests, discoverd that Blaze was not pregnant, and drove back home, Blaze asking me what the big deal was if she was pregnant.

*later*

The conversation went something like this:

"I don't understand, what's so wrong about being pregnant?"
"Oh, really. We're 18, we're not married, and if you had gotten pregnant, we would never get to see the kid and he would be sent to a foster home, and we would be behind bars, sharing a cell with Osama bin freakin' Laden!"
"Yeah, but-"
The conversation ended when we came in, in case Tails or Cream heard. We went upstairs to her room, and changed the conversation completely. I turned to her and asked her, trying to sound gentle, "What exactly happened?" Blaze looked guilty, and looked away and muttered, "because I've never felt like this about anyone else before, and I was sure that..." she turned to me. "...that you were the one." I stared at her, and my ears went limp. I moved closer to her, and put an arm around her, and said, "I'm-I didn't..." I sighed. "I didn't know you really thought I was... that we were..." I couldn't finish. "I'm sorry I went nuts after that, but I just don't think we'd be ready to have a kid." She looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. I wiped them away, and slowly caressed her face. She closed her eyes and smiled, and leaned against me and I kept my arm around her, slowly ran my fingers through her soft, silky fur. She leaned against my chest and sighed, and said quietly, "You know, before we left, I got a subscription for some birth control pills, so we can do what we want..." and she took my jacket off and let her claws peak out of their sockets, and ran a finger down my shirt, and rested her head on my chest, and I felt my heart beat against her temple. She looked up at me and took off her violet-colored jacket, exposing her bare chest, with nothing but a bra on. I put my arms around her waist and kissed her, our tongues battling so ferociously, I felt some saliva slither down my chin, and when I let go, I was holding her bra and dangled it in front of her, and threw it away, and we embraced again, slowly ripping each other's clothes off, and in less than a minute, I was wearing nothing but a sock, and Blaze was completely naked. She ran her finger down my chest, down my stomach and found what she was looking for. You don't need an idiot to figure out what it was. She massaged it, rubbed it, and finally, gave it a small lick, as if tasting it. Then, she started sucking on it like it was a straw. When she was done, she stood up again and jumped onto me, kissing me fiercely, one arm rubbing my back, the other pushing my manhood into her.
No longer from Rapid's point of view.
His arms were carressing her body, his tongue twisting around hers. She kept her arms around him, leaning against him, until the cum burst out of him, right inside Blaze. She shuddered a bit, and then smiled up at him, and pulled his cock out of her. They were exhausted, and they climbed into the bed, Blaze's head leaning on his shoulder, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.