Shadow the Hedgehog: Such a name once brought the idea of hope and happiness to the people of the Twin Worlds. He is a Mobian of mystery, whose money and fame came from his association with big business and the larger medical field. As far as the general populace knew, Shadow was a philanthropist, a spokesperson, and a hero. And when his “adoptive father,” Professor Gerald Robotnik, passed away, the news was on him once more, inheriting a not-so-modest sum and stake in Robotnik Pharmaceuticals.
He then disappeared from the world for decades, sequestering himself from all others. That is, until today.
Parties are not Shadow’s strong suit. The black-and-red hedgehog stands off to a corner on his own, sipping a clear drink and contemplating all the newest faces among the crowd. None of them he recognizes, not the way he remembered them. They had all grown so old and so fake in the time since his father’s passing, and what has he accomplished since then? Certainly a lot. NIDS is all-but-eradicated, and the military applications of Project SHADOW had seen to the end of any threat, including that of the Black Arms and their invasion, thwarted by the work of Dr. Ivo Robotnik in continuing the project to make for super soldiers. What is the hedgehog but a relic in a suit, disguised as a Mobian in the prime of his life.
And speak of the devil himself, as the man whose ego is as big as his mustache trundles up from a crowd of sycophants, holding a gloved hand out towards the suited hedgehog. “Ah, if it isn’t Uncle Shadow. You’ve crawled out of your mope estate and decided to finally mingle with everyone else, hm?”
That wide-toothed grin hides the selfish genius behind the philanthropist. The man that took the Robotnik name and made it a household wonder, jumping from one innovation to the next. Of course, wherever he shows up, the press is soon to follow, so Shadow takes his ‘nephew’ by the hand and gives him a firm shake.
“I never had reason to leave,” Shadow responds. “Not until today. You’ve been serving the public enough in my stead.”
Stroking that prodigious mustache, the bespectacled billionaire chuckles to himself. “Well, that’s true, that’s true. I am nothing else if not a servant to the people. You know, I have friends in Studiopolis just dieing to make a story based off of your heroics in the past. They might even spin it off into your own cinematic universe.
Shadow scoffs. “I didn’t do anything heroic.”
“Not officially,” The businessman says, his glasses glimmering. “But we all know the public wants to know the untold story. And my pals even have the role ready and picked out. They have Sonic the Hedgehog on speed dial.”
Shadow stares at Ivo with a crease in his brow.
Huffing, Ivo pulls away from the firm shake. “For Gaia’s sake, Shadow. I knew you were a recluse, but this is ridiculous. Do you not partake in any entertainment?”
“I prefer more private diversions in my study,” the Hedgehog admits.
“I’d bet,” Ivo says, stroking his chin. “But Sonic is quite the multi-talented individual. Unlike us, the boy comes from old money—descended from Hedgehog royalty and related to my chief engineer. He’s always showing off and going on some wild adventure or another, spreading his money around, trying out different skills and talents.”
“Sounds like you’re good friends with this one.”
“As if,” Ivo scoffs. “He’s an insufferable little brat, but he’s a symbol much like how you could be if you weren’t too busy sulking around.”
“A symbol for what, exactly?” Shadow says, sipping his drink. “I’ve already saved both worlds from themselves, and you’re doing a fine job saving the world from boredom and stagnation from what I can tell.”
“Please,” Ivo says, pushing his glasses up. “It’s only human—and Mobian—nature to fall off the wagon and screw everything up. If I didn’t micromanage every aspect of my companies, they’d fall apart. People need examples in order to not fall by the wayside, and we’re the ones that have to do it.”
“Speaking of which,” Shadow ads, “you’ve already spoken to me, aren’t there more people to dictate here? Isn’t that the royalty of the Kingdom of Acorn over there?”
Ivo claps his hands together, rubbing them fiendishly. “Oh, yes, indeed! How did I miss them!” he titters as he tiptoes over to make some kind of deal or the other. 
Meanwhile, Shadow looks down at his drink. “The Hedgehog family, huh?” he thinks to himself. “Is this Sonic related to Princess Aleena? Bah. That’s not important. What is important is that he’s here now, despite the fact that no one here cares about Shadow himself.
This may be a retirement party for his closest friend, but it is also something else—something that means nothing to him.
“Happy Birthday, Shadow the Hedgehog.”
For a moment, when he looked up, he saw the little girl whom he saved all those decades ago. Now, he sees the aged face of a woman in her 70s, ready to leave behind a world that she had always known.
“Thank you, Maria…” he says, taking another quick sip of his cup.
The human woman  places a hand upon the hedgehog’s head, her arm shaking. Shadow grabs her wrist, holding her steady, staring at her with a gaze that pierces her soul. “You never told me why you were retiring. You never give up.”
“It’s the march of time, I’m afraid. Something you’ll never have to experience like us mere mortals,” she says. “I’m not as sharp as I used to be, and it’s time to go and relax after all my hard work helping to better the world, don’t you think?”
“Your time isn’t over,” Shadow replies.
“No, I suppose it isn’t, but it’s time for something new. Even if I wasn’t getting older, I still spent so many years on bettering the world. I leave this business in much better hands than I’ve left it, so now I can enjoy the world that is so much better than it was when I began. Maybe, Shadow, it’s high time for you to retire as well, from all this sulking and think about what exactly it is you want to do with your life for yourself?”
Shadow thinks about the words of his dear friend, even as the night goes on. The Ultimate Lifeform doesn’t ever get drunk, and biopsies of his liver have reduced alcohol poisoning cases significantly all around the world. It doesn’t stop people from making fools of themselves on nights like this, though.
That being said, he’s still a lifeform, and that means he has to answer the call of nature, so he has to excuse himself from the party and take care of business.
With the water filling the toilet bowl, Shadow reaches out to open the stall, when the door to the hall bursts open. He freezes, his ears twitching when he hears the heavy breaths and the rustling of fabric and the little moans here and there. The two newcomers, obviously enjoying their alcohol and each other, slam into the stall next to his, the one dedicated for those with disabilities—how uncouth. He could give one cough and their little encounter would be over in a moment.
He brings his fist up to his face, about to give the most pompous of “ahems” he has ever given, but he stops, his voice caught in his throat. He reflects on decades of dark rooms and of lonely nights. Of teaching biology and serving the military, of sacrificing anything and everything, and for what? Admittedly a lot… a lot more than the world could possibly ask for any one individual.
He stays quiet, listening intently as the sounds of the passion in the other stall get louder. As their excitement grows so does Shadow’s, as well as his jealousy. He bites his lip, clenching his fists as the pitch of the couple’s moaning rises higher and higher. A part of him would like to join in, but doing such a thing at Maria’s party seems tasteless. 
However, he cannot deny his longing, and has to restrain himself as the couple cries out in climax, resists the yearning to pleasure himself as he hears the panting of the exhausted couple and the steady drip of their spent fluids pattering against the floor, envious of their shared detumescence.
Shadow feels the growing frustration within him as the two  experience the denouement of their coupling, their pants and gasps like a steady stream of improvisational music to his ears. He closes his eyes and just leans his head against the opposite stall wall, keeping as quiet as he can be.
It had been so long, hadn’t it, since he experienced such joys, and even then, such things were not his to control.
Aboard the Ark, he learned many things about biology from the experiments conducted on him and the studies he was given. Professor Gerald wanted to create a savior of the world, for all beings, but especially for his granddaughter. What the scientist didn’t realize at the time was that he wasn’t creating a god, he was creating a living, breathing thing with all of the baggage that comes along with it.
He opens the door, stepping out of the stall, and finally washing his hands. He can hear the hushed and scared whispers coming from the larger stall, the shushing and the shame.
After drying off and stepping to the door, Shadow stops, closes his eyes, and says. “I don’t know who you are, and I won’t tell anyone what I heard here.” Surely, anyone who knew would recognize the voice of The Shadow the Hedgehog. When he pulls the door open, he then adds, “But I am glad you two could find some fun tonight. Stay safe and enjoy the rest of the party.”
And he intends to do just that, stepping out and back into the whole thing, being as alien to it then as he was before his little encounter.	
	However, he finds himself unable to relax. If he could only sit down and think he could perhaps figure out what this empty feeling in him is, but the crowds and the noise do not allow him to focus. 
	“Are you alright there, Shadow?” Maria asks him. 
	“I’m not sure.” The hedgehog replies. “I think you were right earlier, I do need some change. I just don’t know what.”
“If you want to talk about it with me we can.” His friend tells him. “And if you need some time alone right now, I don’t mind if you head home now. We can talk whenever you’re ready.”
	Shadow shakes his head. “I can’t leave early, it would be rude.”
	“I don’t think it’s inconsiderate.” Maria insists. “I know big gatherings aren’t your thing, and it would mean more to me if we could see each other in private again than at some silly party. I don’t care what anyone else would think, and I know you don’t either.”
	“Okay, perhaps I do need some self-reflection. I’ll see you later. Hopefully things will be more clear.” He says and turns around to stride off. Maria puts her hand on his shoulder before he can walk off though.
	“See you later, Shadow.” The woman says. “Happy Birthday.”

Meanwhile, a white bat guides a wolf, the blonde fur of her hair, ears, and tail a stark contrast to the brown fur covering the rest of her, through the halls of a spacious manor. Whisper the Wolf, the newest employee of Shadow’s estate is still awed by the places and follows along slowly to take it in. Her boss, Rouge the Bat, stops in front of a closed door and patiently waits for Whisper to catch up. 
“This is his room,” the bat informs her employee. “We only clean it while he’s away, so it’s been a while, but I think you’re up to the challenge.”
Whisper nods affirmatively, curious to see inside. She had been working there for a couple weeks, but somehow her employer had eluded her all that time, probably hiding out in that room. Rouge opens the door to let her in. She marvels at the spacious room. There is a king-sized bed, a wall hung with framed pictures and awards showing Shadow’s achievements, another with bookshelves mostly made of thick volumes on complicated sciences mixed with classic novels and philosophical works, a closet full of dusty suits, and a desk with an expensive PC set-up. 
The frames are all askew and covered with dust, so she straightens them and dusts them off so she can get a better look. There are photographs of Shadow shaking hands with world-leaders, newspaper clippings with headlines celebrating revolutionary new treatments for deadly diseases he helped discover, as well as more casual photos of him relaxing in exotic locales. There are two in particular that catch her attention, the first being an article about a team of researchers led by Shadow making radical progress on medication to prevent violent mood swings in people. 
That was something that really helped us out, Whisper recalls, yet I’m not sure it was worth the drawbacks. 
She looks away to the other picture of interest, Shadow lounging nude on a sunny beach. She peers closely at the picture: unfortunately for her, Shadow was posing in such a way that his leg is raised to hide his most private regions, but the exposed muscles of his chest and confident expression are still enough to nearly make her drool. She’d always had a fascination with him and his work since she’d first heard of him, when she was just a pup, so he had actually been her first crush. She had nearly forgotten about that fact until the opportunity to work for him had come up, but she’s certainly recalling those old feelings now. 
She steps back to get a view of all those snapshots of his life and sighs. He had such an impact on so many lives, but for some reason it was like he had just disappeared from the world.
She continues her work, putting away his clothes and vacuuming his floor. She begins to change the sheet of his bed and hears footsteps behind her, louder and heavier than Rouge’s as well as catching faint whiffs of some peculiar, intoxicating scent. It’s hard to really explain. Many beings have scents with a signature smell--something that marks them as individuals, like a fingerprint. However, there’s a sort of absence to this smell, but despite that there’s something invigorating about it. Perhaps it’s like water: there’s not much flavor to it, but nothing’s more refreshing when you’re truly thirsty. She’d picked up this smell elsewhere in Shadow’s home, and would linger around trying to understand how such a clean scent could stimulate her senses so much. She turns around and finds her face to face with her elusive employer. She tries to utter a greeting, but finds herself too nervous to speak.
“Ah, you must be the new employee.” Shadow says. Whisper nods in response, and the hedgehog continues: “A reticent one, yet a reliable worker. That’s good, actually: I need some silence right now, so if you go about your business keeping your head down as usual then you can finish up here.”
“Oh, Whisper mutters, finally speaking up, “thank you, sir.” She tries to keep her face expressionless but she can’t stop her ears from drooping and tail from hanging limply. However, Shadows doesn’t notice, merely taking a quick glance at her face as he walks past to sit at his desk.
“No problem,” he replies without looking at her. “I like it when the workers don’t cause a disturbance. You should get along well here.” 
Whisper thanks him again, and gets back to making his bed. However, she is not as focused on her work as her boss imagines, frequently stealing glances at the hedgehog, deep in thought with his eyes shut. Despite being in his prime before she was born, he still looks so young and virile, a stark contrast to that sad gaze he had as he sat down, like a lonely old man. As she finishes making his bed, she wonders whether he spends all his nights alone these days. 
With all her work finished, she stands awkwardly beside his bed, unsure of what to do. She feels a need to say something to him, let him know that she sees more to him than just a relic of past glory, or perhaps just wish him a happy birthday, but even if she could find the words she would probably be too afraid to disturb him to speak up. She simply clears her throat, and flatly states, “Done.”
Shadow looks over and remarks, “Ah, good. Nice work, you may leave now.”
“Yes, sir.” Whisper responds softly, and her employer looks away. Whisper hesitates a second, then walks out slowly, hoping to hear Shadow calling for her to hang back a moment. However, as she exits his room and shuts the door silently, neither speak another word before she departs sullenly.

“Welcome home!” A gray lemur runs up to Whisper and embraces her before the wolf even has time to close the door of their apartment behind her. 
Whisper squeezes the lemur in return for a few seconds, then says, “Alright Tangle, that’s enough.”
Soon, the two are sitting together on a couch watching old sit-coms and eating pizza. “So,” Tangle asks, “did you finally meet him?” 
Whisper nods. 
“Really?” Tangle exclaims. “What was he like?”
“He… wasn’t interested in me. Was just lost in thought, seemed kind of down,” The wolf explains. 
“Well, you should have cheered him up.” Tangle says.
Whisper sighs and shrugs. “He wanted to be left alone. I don’t think there’s anything I could do anyway.”
“Oh, there’s plenty you’ve done to make me happy, if you know what I mean.” Tangle teases, wrapping her arms around Whisper. 
Whisper smiles in spite of herself. “Yeah, back when we were together. He’s my boss, not my girlfriend.”
“I’ve hooked up with some of my bosses, you know.” Tangle says, ginning. 
The wolf shakes her head and remarks, “I don’t think Shadow is that kind of guy.”
“But are you that kind of girl?” Tangle asks, looking directly into Whisper’s eyes.
“Tangle, this is serious. This isn’t the time for your fantasies,” Whisper protests.
“But I’m serious too! And it’s always a good time for my fantasies; don’t act like you don’t love them.” Tangle insists.
Whisper sighs. “Alright, go ahead and indulge yourself.”
“I’ll be right back! Don’t sneak off!” The lemur says, booping Whisper on the snout before running into their room. She soon returns, wearing a skimpy maid costume. “How may I serve you, Mistress?” she asks, curtsying. 
“Tangle, when did you get that?” Whisper asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, a while ago, when I was working for Sonic. I figured he couldn’t resist a little role-playing. All I had to do was put on a special uniform and call him Master, and he had me on his bed so quickly I barely knew what was going on: pounding me faster and harder than anyone else had, shooting load after load into me without slowing down, till his steaming spunk was dripping down my legs. It was amazing, and I think you and Shadow should give it a go.”
Whisper sighs. “This is why my family calls you a ‘bad influence,’ you know?”
Tangle shrugs nonchalantly, replying, “I thought that was because they think I made you throw out your ‘normal pills.’ Don’t worry about them, just think about what you want, which is Shadow, isn’t it?”
Whisper gulps. “I suppose so,” she mutters, “but even if I could work up the nerve to do what you did, what if Shadow’s not into it? I doubt he’d take kindly to unwanted advances.”
“Well, you’d better make sure he wants it!” Tangle leans forward to inspect Whisper’s face. “You’re so cute. Just smile and wag your tail, and there’s no way he could be upset with you.”
“You really think so?
“Of course! And then, if you see desire burning in his eyes, it’s time to pounce! You said your dream job as a pup was to be an actress, right? Now’s your chance to give it a shot! ‘Oh, Master, I’m sorry you had a rough day, how about I help you relieve that stress.’ Then you can walk up, put your arms around him, and start smooching his neck and cheek. I don’t think he’s the sort to beg for more: I think he’ll just take you then and there. He’ll spin you around, lift up that little skirt, pull down your panties, and fill you with his swollen girth.”
Whisper lets out a light groan as she sticks her hand down into her pants. “Mmm, if only...” she murmurs.
“You… you’re really getting into this, aren’t you?” Tangle asks softly, eyes wide.
“Isn’t that the whole reason you tell me these stories?” Whisper asks, her breathing growing heavy as she feels her clit. “Get on with it!” she orders.
Tangle laughs. “Okay, okay, I’ve never seen you so eager that you got started on the couch before. Would you like a hand with that?” she asks and pulls down Whisper’s pants.
“No, just keep talking!” Whisper demands.
“Well, he won’t be able to keep his hands off you. He’ll tear off that uniform and feel you all over, desperate to claim you as his.” She details how Shadow would handle himself, and Whisper fingers move inside her slit more rapidly. “He won't be satisfied until he’s released all his seed inside you, leaving you a trembling, moaning mess in his bed, a good little whore whose master can be proud of her.”
“Gahhh!” Whisper gasps as she finishes, then lays back on the couch, panting.
“Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get that into one of my stories.” Tangle says. “You must really want him.”
“You think?” Whisper retorts, though her exhaustion greatly tempers the sarcasm in her voice.
“Yeah, you should definitely make a move.” Tangle tells her.
Whisper nods, saying, “Good thing I have an expert here. What should I do? Is there still time tonight?”
Tangle whistles, and replies, “Tonight? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this riled up. Shadow’s one lucky man.” She began to detail her plan, Whisper listening intently.

As Whisper walks through the halls of Shadow’s manor that night, on her own this time, she stops to take a look at herself in an elegant mirror. Since that costume had been Tangle’s it’s a bit too small for her, and even more revealing than it was supposed to be.  She looks away from the provocative wolf in the mirror and down at her feet, but grits her teeth and continues her march towards her master’s room.  She desperately hopes that she isn’t about to humiliate herself in front of her employer. As she arrives at his door, however, she reflects on how her desires have already led her this far, so she works up her courage and knocks. “Sir--” she begins, then starts over, attempting a more enthusiastic tone more fitting for a loyal servant, “Master, may I come in?”
The door yields to her knocking. It seems that the hedgehog had not gone and closed it properly. This is mostly because he doesn't expect the help to just come barging in. Rules are established and people are trained properly, or so he thought. 
But he doesn't worry about any of that now. It's late, and he wants to wind down from a long day, so the Ultimate Lifeform had decided to spend some time sitting at his bedroom computer terminal, dressed in his pajama pants, clicking and tapping rapidly. He wears headphones, completely oblivious to her, and completely at his most private and most vulnerable. Never would he expect anyone to see him like this. So casual--so disarmed.
I should leave him be, she thinks, yet finds herself wandering into the room. She has no doubt that this is incredibly improper behavior and is stunned that she's acting so boldly but something is drawing her in, perhaps the vaguely defined yet alluring scent she detected earlier in the day, which she can still detect coming off him even from outside his room, or perhaps it simply seems like a waste to give it up after already coming this far. Hopefully once he lays eyes on her he won't worry about something like a minor bit of trespassing. She walks up behind him and gently taps her master on the shoulder.
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."
Shadow shakes his head, his cock warm and hard to her touch, tensing up, throbbing with desire. "Oh, but Whisper..." he says, in his dark and guttural voice. "Some things so simple as a lapdance or blowjob would not sate my desires," he says, his eyes flashing, and a moment later he dips down, kissing at her neck, his hands sliding down from her head to her shoulders, nudging her away from the computer and over towards his bed.
At first, Whisper simply follows him in a daze, totally overwhelmed by his touch and his voice, but recomposes herself by the time they reach his bed. Worrying that things are moving a bit too fast, she tells him, "I guess it'll be more work than I thought to satisfy you. How about we start simple so I can warm up, prepare myself for what's to come?" She grasps his hands and looks down at his bed. "Why don't you just lay down, try to relax, and let me take care of you for a minute?" She says, kissing him on the cheek.
Shadow huffs in response, continuing as he can to kiss and taste at her neck, but he pulls back, half-lidded in his gaze, but soon he nods. He climbs upon the bed, as he would in a normal relaxing way, save for the tent high upon his pants. Laying back, he rests his hands upon his stomach, watching her with a sort of boss's scrutiny. "Very well. This newfound confidence of yours suits you. I never would have thought the quiet Whisper would be such a sex fiend."
"Hehe, don't worry, I don't feel as confident as I sound." She slips his pants down just enough for his stiff girth to pop out. "This is still so overwhelming." She confesses as she slowly and cautiously, almost reverently, grips his erection. "But you're a legend and this whole maid thing sounded so alluring that I can't help myself." She carefully gives his member a couple strokes, getting used to the feel of it clasped in her hand. She bites her lips nervously, her fangs peeking out, and glances back up at her employer expectantly.
He watches her, moving his hands down to his sides, sighing a bit, shifting his weight, pushing his hips up just a little bit. "Mmm... well, this certainly is unexpected," he says "but not unpleasant. Please... continue."
His member is modestly large, not huge for Mobian standards, but certainly not inadequate for pleasing a woman. It twitches to her touch, and has a slight curve to it. "If it's overwhelming to you" he says, adding on with, was that a smile, "you don't have to do this. Remember, you're the one seducing ME.”
"Don't worry, this flirty maid act may not seem like a natural fit for me but I'm having a lot of fun with it. Though, I have been talking a lot more than I’m used to. Don't worry, Master, I have better uses for my mouth." she says. 
"You're talking more now than I ever heard you..."  he begins, but before he can continue he plants a kiss on the head of his cock. He grunts slightly, then gasps as she licks away his pre, and then wraps her lips around it, sliding half of its length into her mouth. She pauses a moment to take in his taste, then begins to bob her head up and down, running her tongue along the girth, ears pricked to pick up any sounds Shadow might make as she works on him. He can't hold himself back any longer, placing his hands behind her head, gripping through her hair, but not pushing down, just enjoying that feeling of having something to hold onto as that warm mouth and tongue plays with his member. "n...nnnn... just... be sure... not to... to... bite..." he says. Was he serious? Teasing?
She forces herself to halt herself to reply. "Don't worry about a thing." She assures him as she runs her tongue all the way up his length. "Just don't hold back, okay?" Feeling emboldened, she resumes with even more enthusiasm, taking him in faster and deeper. The feeling of his throbbing cock rushing back and forth in her mouth drives her wild, and she grips his waist harder and shuts her eyes tight as she fights against her gag reflex. The way his member is throbbing though, he must be close, so she doesn't let up at all, hoping that she can maintain this pace until he climaxes.
"Don't hold back?" he says with a grunt, his fingers gripping harder upon her hair, gritting his teeth. "Very well, then... go ahead and take me!" He says this, pushing his hips upwards, pushing her head down along that shaft, pushing it deeper, pressing upon the roof of her mouth, sliding towards her throat and then back up again in a steady thrust!
"Mmmph!" She cries, and begins to ache with desire. She slides one hand up her master's torso, rubbing his chest, and with the other feels between her legs. There’s a sizable wet spot on her underwear. Tangle had told her to not even wear any panties, advice that seemed ludicrous at the time, yet now Whispers wishes she had listened. Well, she had promised that she would get ready for him, and it must nearly be time. Part of her wants to beg Shadow to hurry up and finish in her mouth so they can move on to even more exhilarating activities, but she doesn't dare to release his swollen member from her mouth, feeling it tease the back of her throat and yearning to taste his seed.
That girl.... she doesn't just want to please Shadow. Those hands are hungry to touch, to feel, to have. He can't help himself. that composed hedgehog he tries to be slips away when he shows a side of himself he hasn't shown anyone in a long, long, time, He moans, throwing his head back, sounding so pathetic and needy, needy from her MOUTH, as his cock tenses, as if primed, and then FIRES, shooting warm hot streams down her gullet! "Aaaaaaaaahgh… nn..." he tenses up, lifting his hips. Whisper whimpers as Shadow's semen runs down her throat, almost tickling her, and greedily swallows all she can. The hedgehog then falls back down, panting. "F... fuck…”
Whisper slowly pulls away from Shadow, savoring the flavor of his cock and teasing it with the tip of her tongue as it's on its way out. She sighs once it's free, half in contentment and half in desire. "Happy birthday, Master! You know, I had quite a fascination with you and your work growing up, that’s when I learned what your birthday was, in case you’re still wondering. It even developed into sort of a crush as I got a bit older; this is almost like an old fantasy come to life. I hope you meant it when you said it would take more than this to satisfy you." She teases. "You promised me that I'd be in for a lot more than just that."
Shadow lays still a moment, moving his hands off of her and laying spread-eagle. After a few moments (perhaps waiting for her to catch her breath), he hops up onto his knees in front of her, hands upon her shoulders and a burning desire upon his eyes. His cock springs back to life. "I'm the Ultimate Lifeform" he says with a growl. "Tonight, you will satisfy me, but it will not be a quick process!"
Whisper's newfound confidence wavers slightly at Shadow's words and she remains silent. However, she has come too far to back down from a challenge now. Letting her lust guide her, she wordlessly stands up and slips off her underwear in front of him. She turns around and uses her tail to hike up the short skirt of uniform, her plump rear shamelessly on display for him to scrutinize. She whispers just two words: "Take me."
He slides up and stands up, moving up behind her, grabbing handfuls of her ass as he leans in to whisper into her ear. "Take you?" he says, a growl in his voice. "But you're already mine..." he then gives her a quick nip on the ear as his hands fondle her rear, one moving down, fingers playing at those swollen, desirous lips and she gaps at his touch against her sex. "Now, finish the phrase... You're my... what?"
"I--" she moans and cuts herself off. "I'm your faithful servant, Master. It is my duty to see to any needs or desires you have." While he's having fun with her downstairs she undoes her top, letting her breasts spill out of her uniform. "I hope you don't mind. I borrowed this outfit from a friend who's not as well-endowed as I am, so it's a bit tight in places." Despite her desires she continues to face away, awaiting further orders from her master.
His response to her words was for one of his hands to get a gripful of one of those bountiful breasts, hidden usually by covering clothing, he rolls her nipple between his fingers, burying his face against the back of her head, smelling her, claiming her and moving down to her neck and to her shoulder where he brushes his teeth over her fur and flesh, that possessive growl rising up. Meanwhile, fingers spread at the lips, playing, teasing, not entering, getting to her button and rolling it gently. "Mmmnrghh..."
She moans again, much more forcefully, as Shadow explores her body. Fuck, let's get in bed already! she wants to shout, but such impatience would not be at all proper for a servant. "Well, Master, what do you think?" She asks him. "If there's anything else you want from me, please don't hesitate to ask!"
He huffs, snorting, that hot breath upon the shoulder. He squeezes upon her breast, fingers gently penetrating her, only ever-so-slightly. He pauses, his form tensing up, that COCK just there upon her ass. A savage lust inundates the wolf’s entire being as Shadow’s hard-on presses against her. He takes a moment and he loosens his grip and he whispers to her. "Don't hold back..." he says "let me experience... the real you."
"The real me?" she asks, her voice dangerously sweet, then aggressively whips around to face him. "Why do you have to be such a tease!" She snarls and pulls him in, vigorously kissing him on the lips, then just as quickly pushing him back onto the bed. Shadow gasps, remaining even more stunned as she climbs onto the bed and crawls up to him on all fours, her breath heavy and untamed, her breasts dangling down, finding himself pinned down by the wild animal that is his maid! Whisper pulls something from her uniform. "Another gift from our friend," she explains as she displays a condom. "Unless you'd rather fill a different hole first." She smirks at him and snickers.
His heart feels like it's going to explode, and his dick is raging hard, threatening to explode as well. He pauses and looks to her and then the condom and then her again; he shakes his head, reaching up for it, snatching it from her hand. "You say that like it's the only two options, when there is a third as well." His crimson eyes flare. "Are you wanting to roll the dice?"
Whisperer’s nose twitches as the scent of his pheromones grow stronger, engulfing them in a sea of lust. The wolf finds herself speechless again, but the ravenous urges raging inside of her don't let her keep quiet for long. "I'm well prepared! If you're going to do it then don't hesitate!" She leans and begins passionately kissing him on the neck, running her hands through the thick fur on his chest as she moves her pelvis up until her hungry pussy is suspended mere millimeters above Shadow's outstretched cock. She teases his balls with her tail and declares, "It's ready for you! Give it to me, already!"
Shadow shifts and growls from her exploration motions, grabbing at her rear and pulling her downward, that dick rubbing at her sex, his mind reeling in how utterly hot this all is. He holds her in place and thrusts up, spreading her and feeling the inside of his servant with his mighty shaft. “F... fuuck!”
"Ah, fuck, yes, finally!" Whisper cries out. She grips his chest-fur and bites her lip again, scarcely noticing her fangs digging into the sensitive flesh, panting as she pushes her hips down, desperate to take in even more of her master. She pulls one of his hands from her ass and guides it up to her breasts, then releases it to caress his cheek as she stares down on him, her gaze still ravenous as she moans in uncontainable bliss.
As he looks up to her, he is captured and made primal, his mouth open and fangs on display, kneading her breasts and rocking his hips, pushing deeper and deeper into her. What was today? Who was he? What's going on? All that exists is her soft body and her ravenous touching over him and those tight tight walls.
She leans down till she's laying on top of him. She wraps her arms around him, embracing him and pulling his body against hers, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest. She gently bites down on his shoulder and rubs her cheek against his neck. Her only desire is to be as close to him as possible, feel every inch of him, especially those inside her. She whimpers a bit as she feels the early juices of their excitement mixing and dripping down her legs, a premonition of ecstasy soon to come.
He makes them as close as possible, pressing her butt down, urging her to grind against him as he thrusts up into her. He tilts his head, allowing her mouth to go wherever it deems fit, all the while letting out his groans of delight, which would seem weak to many men, but to him, he is letting her know how much he FUCKING LOVES it. And the more he thrusts up, the more he rubs into her deepest and most delighted core, the more his dick twitches and complains about not being able to inseminate her. "Nnngh... W.... Whhis... p... peraaa… h!" He grips her back, holding her tight as he loses control, the Ultimate Lifeform, unable to outlast the woman he's trying to please, shooting his fluid up into her, filling her recesses, making her quiver with warmth! Whisper pulls her head away from Shadow's neck to watch his face as he climaxes. At first it's strained from his exertions and yearning but, as he empties himself inside her, peace settles over it, the first time she thinks he's looked truly at ease. She feels content as well, perhaps the most completely contented she’s ever been, as she’s filled by her master. 
She kisses him on the lips as she gently continues to grind against him, loving the heavenly feeling of his dick and seed embraced by her walls. Shadow is in a trance, letting her kiss and caress him, enjoying those touches of intimacy. As exquisite as it is though, Whisper realizes that it doesn't quite seem to match what Shadow had hyped up, so she breaks their kiss to ask, "I thought you said that satisfying you won't be a quick process. That didn't take too long; do I really feel that amazing, or are you still just warming up after all that?"
Her taunt instantly breaks him away from his trance and his cock hardens, filling her with his warmth and stiffness. He grunts, grabbing her arms, gritting her teeth. "I... I will show you..." He mutters, lifting his hips and rolling them both over, but, most egregiously, slowly pulling out!
"Aaaoohh!" she moans desperately as his large, warm cock exits her. She been so close to climaxing as well, but now it feels cold and empty inside her, without him completing her. "Please, show me!" She begs, moving her hands down his firm body to his ass. "It's my turn to experience the real you!"
Shadow climbs up, veritable standing now, taking her ankles and lifting her up, her lower body in the air. He let's that listening member flop down onto her swollen core, hugging against it until he slides back in for a hands-free insertion. "Last chance to be safe" he says. "Or are you really hungry for all of me?" He penetrates, just the tip, playing at the entrance with teasing rolls.
She grips the sheets and curls her toes. Her tail thumps against the mattress. She squeezes her eyes shut and grits her teeth. Her whole body tenses in anticipation. "Yes!" She insists, "I'll need every bit of you to satisfy this hunger!"
“I didn't realize I hired such a slut to work for me," he says "one who has to be satisfied by a man with my stamina" he drops down, letting his hips and gravity jackhammer into her. "Fuck! Whisper!" He growls, pounding away deep into her core. "Can you ever... Nnng, be satisfied!?"
"Ah, fuuu... " She moans, feeling his seemingly limitless power inside her, pushing against her insides faster and harder than she can process, until she can feel nothing but a haze of pleasure. "Yes, YES, like this!" she answers him. She had already been on the edge when he had blown his load inside of her and pulled out, and now that he's giving her all he has she can't contain herself for long. "Shhhh, sha sha DOOOOW" she cries, feebly wiggling in place, trying to embrace him but losing control of her body in her ecstasy. "Arroooogh!" she howls as gives in to the euphoria, simply laying back and letting Shadow continue pounding her, a new gush coming forth with each thrust.
Despite the fact that he has finally pleased her, he was not through. He lifts her up higher and continues to plow her, urged on by her release to plumb her depths much more. "That's it... you need me to reach this climax!" he growls. "And I will give it to you when I deem that you deserve it!" He says this, hilting into her, letting out another flow of his seed, tensing up, falling to his knees, his cock flopping out as he pants and sits there, her legs over his shoulders. "I haven't... come so much..." he says... "But I can... because... I was designed... to endure..."
"Ah, ooo, good." Whisper mutters. She can no longer tell exactly who she is or where they are, but she remembers her duty. "Please, use me Master. Don't stop till you're sated." She whimpers as another spurt of her juices gushes forth. "I can endure as well."
He pauses for a moment. "There's no way I will be totally outdone..." he says, a huff in his voice as he lowers himself down. "Every last piece of you I shall claim" he says, sitting on the floor. He puts her legs over his shoulders and scoots up, kissing at her clit. "How long..." he says, rolling his tongue out, pressing it to her creampied lips, slurping over her, "until you are satisfied? How are you lasting so long, when you are just some normal woman and not engineered?"
"Aaahh, stop..." She whispers, squeezing his shoulders with her legs and pressing her hands down on his head. She may be just a normal woman, but she promised to totally satisfy him, and she is desperate to do whatever she can to fulfill her duty. However, the tables have been turned on her. Her master is supposed to be filling her, giving himself to her until he's totally. But now he's eating her out! Suddenly he's the one pleasuring her with his mouth, he's licking up their mixed fluids instead of leaving more. She's on the verge of totally giving in; if he doesn't slow down her mind will be reduced to a haze of bliss, nothing but her body and the hedgehog pleasuring her, all sense of duty forgotten, but he doesn't stop... 
Maybe he doesn't hear her, or maybe he's asserting his dominance over her total subservience. Either way, his tongue continues its lewd tasting of their mixed delight, slurping loudly to remind her that he enjoys pleasing her as much as he does being pleased, finding those spots that his dick found so easily with a bit more difficulty, but much more dexterity. Those cries of delight, of guilt, of whatever: those are what push him forward!
She kicks at his back feebly, moaning. She gasps and shudders and Shadow's tongue is able to precisely target all her sweet spots and before long the most intense pleasure she's ever felt wracks her body, a massive climax overwhelming all her senses and blocking out everything except Shadow's mouth upon her snatch, her discharge drenching his face. She lays there, simply groaning with exhaustion and joy until she regains enough of her senses to speak. "I guess I couldn't keep up," she pants, looking at Shadow with eyes that were barely able to focus on him, "please, keep going if you must, but I'm afraid I'm finished." She slumps back on the bed, silent aside from her heavy breathing, though her hands still wander over Shadow's body.
He wipes his mouth up with his arm and climbs up next to her, laying upon his back, arms behind his head. "No... that's good enough," he says. "I don't wish to harm you." he says, his normally gruff voice a little more sincere. "Go ahead and enjoy petting me as much as you like until you sleep,'' he says, "but remember, this doesn't change your regular duties."
Whisper sighs and rolls over onto her side, cuddling against Shadow. Her hands rest on his chest, she presses her breasts against his side, and her snout nuzzles his cheek. She softly mutters something unintelligible, though the gratitude in her tone is unmistakable. She rubs his chest and sighs again, before her breathing settles into a slow, steady rhythm. Shadow remains laying there for a bit, the weight of what happened finally falling upon him. He looks to her, silent and sleeping and gives her a quick pet over her hair, sighing to himself. Well... I was thinking it was time to shake things up, and we certainly managed that, he thinks to himself, before his eyes drift to the unopened condom that he so foolishly discarded. We'll see if this comes back to haunt me, he adds, but then he smiles. Still, this was an amazing night...