Whispering Shadows 5

Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry

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#50 of Sonic the Hedgehog

Whisper the Wolf has always admired Shadow the Hedgehog. Now, the young woman has become a maid under his employ and is ready to  have all that she desires. She just has to bet on the hope that her little game will satisfy the grumpy hedgehog.

This is a collaborative story written by myself and Servant_of_Priapus! AO3This is a fanfiction work. All characters are 18+ in this story

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Shadow jumps, spinning around in his chair, a fury in his eyes that then turns into shock and surprise as those crimson eyes glance over her form. He fumbles with the headphones, tearing them off and then standing there, half-dressed, looking at the maid with a scowling glare.

Closer to the setup, she can see that the grim and serious hedgehog was playing a game, bright and colorful, cute even, but fast-paced and some fan-servicey characters who pop up and about. He crosses his arms over his exposed chest, that normal frown he has returning. "What is the meaning of this?" he says, his voice wavering.

Whisper's heart begins to race even harder than it usually does around Shadow. Her instincts tell her to apologize, beg for forgiveness, but she knows the only way she can get out of trouble now is to stick to her act. She curtsies and answers, "Please pardon the intrusion, Master. It's just that I couldn't wait to show you this new uniform. You seemed a bit down earlier today, on your birthday of all days, so I wanted to cheer you up. Tell me, master," she looks Shadow in the eyes and smiles, "do you like it?"

He sighs, reaching back and tapping a quick button combination, turning the game off. They stand alone together in the glow of the monitor, as the desktop shows off some character Whisper could swear she saw in a cartoon in a similar getup, but he doesn't seem to acknowledge that whole thing. He switches the monitor off, leaving them only in the light streaming in from the hallway.

"You realize that isn't the uniform," he says, returning to his natural posture. "And coming to my room so boldly is very unbecoming of someone in my employ. You knew about my birthday as well, almost as if you were looking into my past. It's almost like you have some ulterior motive, so tell me. Are you going to get changed back into something more appropriate, or are you willing to put your job on the line for this little game of yours?"

Dread courses through Whisper's body, but she uses all the willpower she has to not let it show. Everything depends on her remaining in character. "Of course I know it's not the usual uniform, that's why I had to show it to you! Perhaps I was a little too eager, but I assure you the only motive I have is to please my master! Besides," she continues, pointing to his computer, "it looks like you'd also be into this little game of mine, as you called it." Though her voice remains light and friendly, she is stunned by her audacity, knowing that she had just gambled her career and reputation on a glimpse of a computer screen.

He grasps her wrist, pulling her up close to him, to the point she could practically feel the heat of his body radiating onto her. He narrows his gaze, looking into her squinting eyes for a moment, scrutinizing her. "I don't play games," he says, leaning in ever-so-closer, hot breath upon her ear. "I win them."

Whisper isn't sure whether this is a sign of Shadow calming down or not, but the way he draws close to her gets her excited, regardless. She leans closer to him as well, his mysterious and subtle scent overpowering her, and croons into his ear, "Well, Master, let me know if there's any way I can assist you, help you remain victorious. I can tell you have some needs: you can put on that tough loner act, but my nose is still picking up on something."

He chuckles at this, an actual laugh? From Shadow the Hedgehog? He'd forgotten about those pheromones. It would be a waste if the Ultimate Lifeform wasn't well suited for reproduction, evolutionarily speaking, wouldn't it? Well, he was saying it was time to try something new. Maybe this could be it. He strokes under her chin, looking into her eyes once more. "You can assist," he begins "by dropping the pretense and telling me exactly... what you want..." he says this, eyes narrowing in a sultry way, his mouth mere inches from her own, a smirk forming upon his lips, And for a split second, their noses actually TOUCH. "Or... if you don't want to say, I can get back to my game."

"What I want?" she repeats, then sighs in relief and laughs nervously, slipping out of character for a moment now that the worst seems to have passed. She quickly takes on her seductive persona again though, placing her hands on his hips and slowly running them down his thighs as she answers: "I've had many sultry ways a maid could serve her master suggested to me. There are quite a few I'd be eager to try; it's just a question of how far you'd like me to go." Dammit, Whisper, She scolds herself, quit beating around the bush like that! Now's the time to pounce! Her tail whips back and forth anxiously but she takes a deep breath and it slows down to playful wagging. "Is that what you wanted to hear, Master, or should I be more forward?" She asks, gripping the waist of Shadow's pajamas.

He places his hand upon her head, scratching behind her ear. Whisper closes her eyes and flicks her ears, savoring the feeling of his fingers running through her fur. "It's good enough for now," he says. "you're quite nervous," Shadow says, observing this, despite her best attempts to hide it. "Don't be. I know what you want, and I'm willing to let you have it... but the question is can you handle what you think it is you're getting yourself into?" He whispers that last bit, moving her hand on his waist, letting the fingers slide underneath the pants "because, once you push through the edge, I will have you, MY way"

"Thank you sir, I mean Master," Whisper replies, "rest assured, I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me." she slips her hand into his pants and feels for his cock. "I confess it may be a bit more than I bargained for. At first I just hoped I could, um, give you something like a lap-dance or blowjob." She lays her ears back, swishes and swishes her tail nervously. I'm not a slut! she insists to herself, though as she glances down and glimpses her generous cleavage she doubts her words. "Still, if you're really that pent-up then it's my duty to do all I can to relieve you."