My name is not Amy Rose.

Jane Smith was no longer in her comfortable home. Right now, she’s barely by the surface of the ocean, burning mountains and screams of pure agony surround her. It’s a fleeting memory but she’s trying to retrace her steps of how she got here. She remembers seeing her boyfriend pirate some Sonic games for her and place them into a flash drive. He handed it over to her with a quick smooch and recommended she start from the beginning. She got to her laptop and plugged it in, started playing the first .exe file and was enjoying it. It was enjoyable enough until it got weird and creepy with this weird version of Sonic coming in and killing some of the characters. She kept playing it out of curiosity’s sake and the very last thing she can remember is screaming from something that was on the screen, or perhaps it was coming out of the screen? Searching through her mind looking for answers wasn’t going to help now, she needed to find any kind of way to get to land. The current and the harsh waves of the sea didn’t make things easy, she could barely swim in any direction. She saw a patch of grassy land somewhat close by which gave her a place to go. Forcing her tired arms and legs to swim, she reached the edge of the shore and laid down on her side. She coughed up some sea water that was stuck in her throat and looked absent-mindedly around her, looking for anything that could keep her conscious and awake. She looked up the slope from the ground she had swam to that led to the hills and observed what was there. The plant life was a bizarre mix of human and flora, some of the trees had eyes almost popping out of the bark and the plants had hands crawling on the floor looking for the animal corpses that littered the place to eat. In the distance she heard an abrupt scream of agony that was backed by a harsh, overpowering laughter. Looking away from the bizarre sights and sounds, she focused on the ground. Her eyes went from looking at the yellowed and dead grass to her green dress. A dress she never owned before. She was wearing some oversized gloves and shoes that felt oddly fitting. Rushing to the water to look at the reflection, she discovered that she had turned into a Sonic character. To be specific, she had turned into Amy Rose.

This didn’t make any sense to her. Everything that happened so far to her screamed that it was all a bad dream but she had felt everything like it had happened. Her lungs still felt weak and raw from the mouthfuls of water that had leaked into her, her nose was and still is overwhelmed with the smell of burning meat and of rotten carcasses. She pukes into the ocean out of reflex, escape seems to be impossible. But she has to try. She’ll just be one of those corpses if she doesn’t attempt to live and she will not let that happen. Easing herself upwards, Jane finds it difficult to walk forward with her new body. She stumbled over herself a bit but she found herself able to walk up to the hills. It stretched out to an impossible length, the ground a mixture of grass, stone, dirt and flesh. Piles of flicky corpses litter the landscape, effigies of wood and bone act as landmarks. A castle in the far horizon appears as a dot to Jane but it’s the closest thing to a hideout spot she saw. She began her trek through the hellscape before her to reach the castle. The ground beneath her feet squelched and groaned as she walked, she kept up a consistent pace as they nearly sank into the ground. Her throat dries up along the way, the puke had gotten her dehydrated. Her vision became blurry and watery, which helped her ignore a carcass of Tails who had his chest ripped open and organs stuffed down his mouth. Her legs gave up on her and she crumbled onto a patch of stone. Her consciousness fades in and out before she finally lets go. But not before she heard footsteps.

When she wakes up again, she’s been laid down in the dark. She tried to move around but she couldn't move her legs. Instinctively she tried to move a hand down to see what’s wrong but her arms can’t move too. She’s been fully restrained to the floor and kept in the dark. Her mind races to think of anything to try and survive but nothing comes up. She’s alone and fully unable to do a single thing. She hears muffled sobbing in another room that grows in volume. A door opens and the sobbing becomes a shrill shriek until a sudden crunch ends that person’s suffering. The door closed and Jane began to panic. She pulled at her restraints as hard as she could, so hard they began to dig into her skin. She pleads for help and mercy, for anyone to come and save her. The door to her room opens and lets the light in. Standing in the doorframe is someone she recognises. That creepy sonic from the game she played. The shadows obscure his face but the pinprick red eyes are clearly visible. “Sonic will save you in due time. I can guarantee it, he always saves his beloved Amy Rose. But first, I need to whip you up into shape.” “My name is Jane, please you need to help me-” She was interrupted when the creature walked up and stomped on her kneecap, shattering it. “You are not Jane. You are Amy Rose. Forget this simple reality again and I will break the other one.” Jane could do nothing but let her whole body scream, keeping her eyes solely on the creature. “You don’t want to see what I did?” He kneeled down to the side of her head and grabbed a hold of it and forced her to look at her kneecap. The stomp was hard enough to completely flatten the leg, a deep purple bruise right on top of where the impact was. The creature used his other hand to twist the leg to the side to let Jane see that the bone from her femur had broken through her skin, a severed artery making blood gush out from the wound. “I could let you pass out and bleed to death but…” With a snap of the fingers, the stone beneath her leg melted and molded around her wound, sealing the blood while still leaving her bone sticking out. She tried to lay her leg down to the floor but the leg bone reached the floor first which caused agonizing pain. “Can’t rest your leg? Boo hoo, an honest shame…anyways! Now it’s time for the real fun to begin.” Sitting behind her head, the creature slammed down his cock onto her face. The long and abnormally hard member reached as far across her as her breasts. The precum that dripped from it was beginning to make a puddle by the side of Jane’s stomach. “Think of it this way Amy, you’ll have an easier time breathing when I’ve finished reshaping you.”

Holding onto her jaw, the creature began to pull on it with glee. She felt her muscles begin to snap and bones creak, his fingers pressed up against her teeth so hard they began to compress into her gums. Stretched to an uncomfortable degree, the monster wasted no time in plunging his cock deep inside of her. Jane’s throat bulged to an unnatural degree, she felt it touch the very tip of the entrance to her stomach. Her uvula pressed up uncomfortably to a vein that pulsed hard enough to push it over and over again. The creature began to fuck her throat, thrusting in and out from the base of his cock to a couple inches away. She felt her throat move with his cock, it had constricted around his dick hard enough that as the creature started to move his dick out further and further, she began dreading the possibility of having her throat pulled out from her mouth. She couldn’t see it as her only sight was a set of testicles draped over head but just imagining the sight made her queasy and along with her uvula nearly being ripped out from its spot, she started to vomit. The only thing that was in her stomach at the time was sea water so what leapt out from the sides of her mouth and nose was pure clean vomit. The monster did nothing but laugh at the sight. “How nice of you to come up with some lube for me. How about we try to go deeper!” Pushing through, Jane suddenly felt the head of his cock enter her stomach, plunging so far deep she felt the tip touch her spine. His dick scraped along the walls of her stomach, the acid doing nothing but causing grunts from the creature. “Think that acid…is getting me close…if I cum in you now you’re going to pop like a balloon Amy…” The thought terrified her, her screams becoming muffled noise reverberating throughout her body. “Definitely making the process happen quicker but if I cum down your throat, that cunt of yours isn’t going to be put to good use. Give me oooonnne second.” As the creature began to pull his cock out, Jane felt the stomach being dragged up along with it. It passed by her lungs and heart, pressing them hard against her ribcage, giving her a sense of being crushed from the inside. As the creature stood up to drag his cock out, Jane saw her distended throat coming out along with his cock. Her throat bulged to an obscene degree as the stomach got dragged along and it all became too much for Jane to bear. The stench of bile stuck in her nose, the demented laughter of her captor and the unbearable pain she was in forced her to pass out once again. The last thing she heard before she went was a knock.

The next time she woke up she was in bed. Sunlight peeked through a curtain and for a moment she believed all that she experienced was a horrible dream. Her pillow was damp from her sweat and her face felt wet from tears. Just an awful dream. Jane had a strong desire to rush over to her boyfriend in the other room and hug him. She’d cry her eyes out again and be comforted by him. She just had to run to him. And to run away from the awful smell that just got into her nose. She got herself out of the bed and began to walk to the bathroom. Her leg felt awful when she walked, so she opted to drag her sore leg across the ground when she stepped into a table. A table she never had in her apartment. On top of it were photo frames that she couldn’t easily see in the dark so she walked back to the curtain and opened it. The light flooded into the room and showed off the new room she was in. It was a lot bigger than her small bedroom and had a lot of stuff she didn’t recognise. Her covers and pillows matched with red hearts on top of a pink background. The table she had stubbed her foot into had her large sledge hammer, padlocked with a chain. The picture frame she was holding encased a photo of Sonic with a pink kiss mark over his face. Her sore leg had a dark green bruise all over her knee, the source of the rotting smell. Eying a table by the door with a makeup mirror on top, Jane rushed to the chair to sit down and turned on the light. Once again she saw Amy Rose. Remembering what had happened, she closed her eyes before opening her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she saw absolutely nothing in her mouth. Everything from her teeth, her tongue, her gums, her tonsils and even her throat were gone. All that was inside was red mush that pulsed, the color and look reminded her of raw hamburger meat. Looking down far enough, she could see her lungs inhale and her heart beating. She tried to sit up with her mouth agape when it began to fall out, she felt her eyes fall down from her sockets with the mush until she snapped her head back and tried to force it back in with her hands. It stung like hell as she pushed it back, her gloves now covered in blood. She closed her mouth and held onto it in fear of going through it all over again. Stumbling to the door, she felt her heart stop when the door opened by itself. She fell back and crawled to the foot of her bed, curling up into a ball as she feared the worst to come. When the door fully opened, she was surprised to feel a tender touch in her hair. “Amy…I was hoping to have woken you up myself.” When she looked up, she saw the one person she never had expected to see: Sonic the Hedgehog.

It’d been half an hour after Sonic had found her and Jane began to feel better. He carefully brought her to the living room and sat her down on the sofa. Turning on the TV, Sonic went to the kitchen briefly before coming out with an IV stand. He injected with an IV drip to keep her healthy and sat down beside her to explain what had happened: A new villain had taken over the world, someone called Lord X. He had already taken everyone else such as Tails, Knuckles and even Dr. Eggman, all of them held captive in his castle to be tortured for as long as possible. He had snuck into the castle to try and rescue anybody when he heard laughter from a nearby room. He opened the door to find Lord X who had just pulled out her stomach. He sliced it open with a claw and threw the contents all over Sonic. Everything after that was a blur but he remembered speeding away with Amy in his arms with the castle crumbling behind him. “I never wanted things to have gone this way but if I did what I think I did…it was only because I never wanted my beloved to have been tortured so awfully like that.” She expressed comfort through holding onto his arm but it wasn’t for him. She gripped onto him tightly to which he reciprocated by nuzzling his head against hers. “He’s gone now Amy. You’re safe here with me.” He stepped away from her and covered her with a blanket. “I’m going to go out on a run, see if I can’t find anyone else. I’ll make it quick so that you aren’t alone for long, about five minutes. See you soon Ames.” A small kiss on the head and then he was gone, off to find a survivor. She laid down against the sofa and tried to sleep again. Anything to get her out of this nightmare.

She wasn’t Amy Rose.

She was never Amy Rose.

Her name is Jane Smith and she wants to go home.

She wants her normal life back and to never be here again.

Her name is Jane Smith.

When she wakes up from her slumber, she'll go back home with the love of her life.

She’ll never have to go through this ever again.

Her name is Jane Smith.

She knows her name is Jane Smith because that’s what her mom and dad called her. Her mom and dad…she couldn’t remember their names. It’d been a while since she last saw them alive so…no she should remember their names. She at least knew what they looked like, they wore pretty clothes and were…why couldn’t she remember what they looked like? She knew what her boyfriend was like though, he’s a brunette with a radiant smile and a full beard. She remembered how kind he was, how gentle he was and..the changes he went through the week before the nightmare. He was beginning to grow distant and had emotional mood swings all of the time. Always stayed up late too, getting into bed at times like 4am. She chalked it up to something work related at the time but she distinctly remembered the day before that she played the game he was taking a phone call before he got into bed. Something about “indoctrinating” and “the needed soul.” She thought it was a dream but now that the thought crossed her mind, did he do something to her? He did recommend that she play them in order, she thinks he said something about “The first one is the most special one. A friend of mine lent it to me, and I know you’re going to enjoy it. Let me know how it goes Amy-” No! He didn’t call her that, did he? He couldn’t have, not to her. If he did then that means he’s responsible. He shouldn’t be responsible, she never did anything to him. But no other explanation came to mind. He forced her into this world. So if she woke up now, she’d have to confront the fact that her love betrayed her. She didn’t know if she was any better in reality than she was right now. Her eyes opened up again to the living room she was still in. She looked by the window with a vacant stare and watched the outside world.

She couldn’t go back to reality.

She knew it would destroy her to fully know that he was responsible for everything that happened to her.

Going back would mean confronting everything.

But here she has a chance, a chance to recover herself to normalcy with Sonic

Sonic wouldn’t do this to her.

Not to his beloved A

Her train was interrupted when she heard Sonic come back in. He looked somewhat solemn while he went back to the sofa. He put on a weak smile before laying down on his side. “Couldn’t find a single one. Guess they must’ve ran off without me huh?” She shuffled over to him and gave him a hug. “At least I got you. Listen, Amy.” He turned to face her and held her head in his hands. “I don’t know if I got anyone else left anymore. You really might be the only other alive person in this world. So I need to ask you to trust in me. I’ll never do anything to hurt you Amy.” It felt wrong but she had to put aside any thoughts of how she felt now. She’ll feel better with Sonic because he would never hurt her. Better here than there. She kissed him on the cheek and tried to smile. The pain was unbearable but it made sense to do so. Blood crept through the space between her lips but she kept smiling to ignore it. Sonic swiped the blood away with a finger and kissed her on the lips. “I’m glad you feel the same way…” His fingers went away from her lips and down her body, caressing her thighs. Her hand instinctively went to slap them away but she paused. The one she loves is Sonic. It only made sense for him to have his way with her. His fingers crept away from the thighs and to her ass where he began to grope it. She felt her belly get poked with his growing cock. The harder it got, the further it went inside. The pain had to be ignored. He nibbled on her neck and gave her soft kisses. “Don’t want you being uncomfortable here. Let me bring you to the bedroom.”

He carried her straight to bed and placed her down. Taking off her dress, she noticed that Sonic was eying her strangely. She couldn’t pin down on how it was strange before he started fingering her. The fingers crawled their way inside of her and hit her sensitive spots. She held onto her face and gripped tightly from the pleasure, the bad man had never gotten her to feel like this before. He licked her nipples as he fingered her, keeping a close eye on her. “Feeling okay Amy?” She mustered the strength to give a thumbs up to her beloved Sonic, letting the pleasure overtake her mind. He stopped licking to let his other hand twirl and twist. She looked down to look at Sonic working his fingers on her. She saw his eyes be fully concentrated on her, unmoving and not blinking for a moment. She saw her heart visibly beating past her ribs and at the top of her skin and she froze. This is still wrong. Her body was ruined and she couldn’t ignore it anymore. Sonic grinned and slipped his fingers away. “Guess you want me to start on the main course right?” Bringing his cock out, he slapped it against her pussy. She quivered and sobbed each time he brought it down on her, her fingers trembled over her mouth. Rubbing his cock against her, Sonic’s smile grew wider as he kept staring. Blood was starting to spill out from her mouth again, her gloves were starting to get soaked. Within an instant, he thrusted his cock fully inside of her. The act caused her to slip her hands away and open her mouth by reflex, letting out a torrent of blood that had been building up. It covered the two of them completely along with the bed. When the blood stopped pouring, the red mush revealed itself to be hanging out from her. Her eyes had nearly dropped away from her sockets completely. From the top part of her vision though, Sonic looked like he was hysterical. He wasn't crying. But laughing. She felt his cock grow within her as his gloves ripped apart to reveal talons. He poked the mush back in so that Amy could get a good look. His eyes blackened and the pupils changed into a dark red. His teeth grew jagged and worn and his flesh bore a scar in the shape of an ‘X’ on his stomach. By the end of the transformation, Lord X was cackling like a mad man. Amy’s eyes were filled with tears as she saw this, prompting the creature to pause and to thrust his cock into her which made a noticeable bump.

“AMY ROSE DOESN’T CRY. NOT IN HER LOVER’S EMBRACE”

As far as he could shove his massive cock inside her, Lord X began to fuck her at a fast pace. Every time it slid in and out the pleasure and pain intensified for Amy. This shouldn’t make any kind of sense. She thought she was safe from him. His claws dug into her thighs and stuck themselves deep inside to keep a hold onto her. A long, boney hand slipped out from Lord X’s mouth and tapped on Amy’s mouth. The fingers crept their way in and started to travel down inside her. Every bump the hand made with the mush made it hurt all the more. She couldn’t figure out why this is happening to her. Could it have been some sort of punishment? But punishment for what? The hand went down deeper, reaching to where her stomach once was. Through the skin she saw the bone brush past her heart and lungs, a jolt of horrible pain shooting through her that was drowned out by the relentless pounding Lord X was still doing. She knew for certain that he had penetrated her womb by now and by the time he was finished, she would pop like a balloon like he said she would. Maybe by that point she can finally die. The skeleton hand kept crawling down until it reached Amy’s womb and cervix, where it then began to squeeze and jerk off Lord X through the walls. “Not gonna…jesus…not gonna last much longer darling…” The creature started to pound and masturbate harder and harder which got Amy closer and closer to cumming herself. Her body couldn’t lie to her mind which was blanking out; this was deserved. She deserved it for being a naive idiot who blindly trusted bad men for her own sake. She knows she’ll never be happy with where she used to be so it’s easier for her to accept what she’s comfortable with. “Here it comes…I’m cumming!” With a few final thrusts, Lord X started to pump all of his seed inside her. A never ending wave of cum poured inside of her as the skeleton hand gripped tightly around the womb to keep it inside there. It wasn’t long before another jolt of pain came and stayed when Amy felt a distinct pop before she started to spit up a mixture of blood and cum. Some of it left through her nose and eyes before she passed out again from the exhaustion. Maybe she could die this time. Hopefully she wouldn’t.

When she woke up again she was in darkness. She was on a makeshift bed with straw for a pillow and a bloody blanket. She didn’t feel any kind of locks or things keeping her down but it didn’t matter to her at this point. She wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t feel any need to. If she got up she’d only be getting to the suffering quicker. There was no rush to do so, not if it’s happening no matter what she did. If this was going to happen to her for the rest of her life, she welcomed it. Whether this was a dying dream for when she was in the ocean, in the dungeon or in her bedroom, this was the reality she wanted. A worthless sack of meat molded for the pleasure of her hero. She smiled at the thought of making Lord X happy again, seeing a side of him she was certain he never showed to anyone else. The door to her bedroom began to creak open and she kept smiling. “Amy Rose? Are you awake now?” She leaned her head to the side to face her lover and nodded. Another day of euphoria awaited her. She was almost giddy at the thought of it, of the two of them. Of herself finally understanding who she was.

Her name was Amy Rose. And she was made to love her hero.