Photo Finish (Unfinished)

[00:01] Eustace Grond glanced down at his phone as he shut the car door behind him, the large bull walking up the walkway to the home of one pink hedgehog. Eustace had gotten to know Amy Rose about a week ago, and over the course of a few days they had become the best of friends! Today Amy had invited the bull over to her home for some help modeling her new clothes, which Eustace was more than happy to assist with. He turned his phone off and slipped it into the back of his jeans, adjusting his leather jacket as he pressed the heart shaped doorbell on the pink house, licking his lips eagerly as he awaited his best friend at the door.




[00:17] Amy Rose scrunched her nose, staring at herself in the mirror of her bathroom. The leggy hedgehog glanced at the photo on her phone, and back at herself in the mirror. This didn't look right, and she couldn't figure out just what was wrong with it. She ran a hand down the side of her leg, re-adjusting the white thigh-high that stopped so close to her hips; pink flesh between her thighs nestled in equally pink fur that rose to a heart-shaped design, her pert, full tits proudly on display in the soft glow of her bathroom. Hell, even as she spun around, phone held up towards the mirror to get a photo of her ample rear, it still seemed off. Everything about her screamed love, and more importantly than that, sex. So why wasn't she getting that through in the photo? She closed her eyes, hands balling into fists that came to rest on the edge of the sink. This wasn't working. Amy wasn't going to get back at Sonic and all his years of leading her on this way. That was when it hit her, she needed a second opinion. But who was going to help with that? Rouge would be a catty bitch and leave her feeling anxious about her body and likely burn it all, while Cream was far too young. Tails was a boy, a young one at that, and wouldn't know anything about fashion. That was when it hit her- Grond! A bull she'd met completely on accident about a week ago, leading to the two becoming friends. A man had tried to steal her clothes-- this exact lingerie she'd bought-- at the mall, and while he almost escaped, the bull caught him just in time. Grateful, Amy befriended the bull and kept in touch. If anyone could help her, he'd be the man. So when the doorbell rang, the hedgehog jumped off her bed, grasping her bathrobe and draping it around herself, taking the stairs two at a time in her rush to meet the large man. She'd grown quite a lot since her younger years, but she was still quite a speck compared to the beast. "Coming!" She yelled, stopping to check herself in the heart-shaped mirror in her hallway, licking her thumb and brushing her cheek with the damp digit. She readjusted her hairband, finding the white little flower to accentuate her current outfit.. or lack of one. She cleared her throat as she approached the door, letting him know she was close, as she grabbed the knob and pulled it open; breaking out in giggles as she saw her friend before her. "Eustace!" She laughed, throwing her arms around him (or at least as much as she could reach) and hugging him tight. "Thanks for coming so late. I know it's the weekend and you might have plans and all, but I've... got some important things to take care of." She stepped back and waggled her fingers, tilting her head towards the hall. "Come in, come in. It's all in my bedroom. It won't take long, I swear."




[00:27] Eustace Grond smiled down at the pink little thing. She was a grown woman, but practically everything was little to Eustace. He reached down, his broad hands resting on her back as she hugged around his body with her slender arms. His sight was looking straight down, her ample, perky tits pressed up against his body, that robe spilling open just a bit to let him get an eyeful of cleavage. Most of Mobius knew Amy as Sonic's girl, or at least Sonic was Amy's guy, Sonic didn't seem all to interested in her, or at least not enough to be fully invested in the woman, but that just showed how stupid the 'Blue Blur' was, she was a god damn bombshell, even compared to Rouge or Miss Vanilla. While Amy didn't have as large a bust as them, her ass was always a sight to see, especially in those small dresses of hers. He couldn't lie that his main interest in befriending her was being around that tight, nubile body of hers. Still, he had to at least try to keep it PG, "Rose! It's no trouble at all, really, it's what friends are for right?" He said with a broad smile, looking a bit curious as she stepped bacfk, wagging her finger with a cute tilt of her head, noticing that cute little accessory on her head. It made his heart thump a bit in his chest, but he kept a straight face as he ducked down a bit to step inside her house. He looked around, the bright flashes of pink, white and hearts was overwhelming, and it was clear what Amy's favorite decorating theme was. He pulled his jacket off to hang it up on a hook, leaving him in just his white t-shirt, clinging like a second skin to his massive, broad body, before following behind Amy.




[00:42] Amy clapped her hands together, another giggle escaping her lips as she watched him, wondering if that coat weighed as much as she did. The pink woman walked forward, tugging her robe closer to her body. She'd been acutely aware of Grond's staring, and while she wasn't against it in the slightest bit, she wanted the full surprise to wait until they'd arrived in her room. "Well, still, I've gotta think of something to repay you for coming over so late!" And while she had a few thoughts about that, she wasn't sure if she should go through with it. It was no surprise Amy was a woman, everyone but Sonic could see that, and she had needs. Needs that were being met in her dreams the past few nights by a large bull with hips that hit like a truck, mashing her down into her mattress while her legs bounced in the air, desperately trying to remain latched around his thick midsection; his dream-fucking leaving her a quaking, moaning, mess of a woman that craved more and more. So, as she led him up the stairs, she decided to make her final choice. Call it off now, or let him enter. . . and see if her dreams could really come to life.

"I've never had a friend that would willingly come out at midnight to help me out!" She laughed, looking back and offering the large bull a smile. "Especially on a Saturday night, and we only met last week!" It was still surreal to consider, even as she made it to the stop step and glanced back down at the large male lumbering after her. It must've been a tight fit, what with her home made for. . . well, it was made for smaller mobians, but he didn't seem to have much problem getting through. "It might take an hour, tops," she said, hoping her words would lower his guard. Amy didn't quite know what to make of herself; she didn't think she was outright ugly, but she wasn't sure she was a beautiful woman, either. . . so asking the bull to help her was a bit of a risk. Maybe he didn't have an attraction, and maybe her plans would end up making her look like a fool? Still... he didn't seem to be the type of person to mock her, even if he wasn't interested.

"Right in here," she said, standing at the side of her door, allowing the bull to step in first. "No other guy has ever been here before," she said, almost bitterly adding 'even Sonic' at the end, but decided against it. "So you should feel lucky."




[01:01] Eustace Grond couldn't keep his eyes off that pert, full rear in front of him as he maneuvered his way up the stairs, having to dip his head a bit as to avoid an embarrassing meeting with Miss Rose's ceiling. With a wave of his hand he brushed away any concerns she presented, "Oh really, it's no trouble, I mean it, I had nothing going on anyway, so spending a Saturday night with a beautiful woman and getting to see her dressed up is certainly a preferred alternative to sitting on the couch watching reruns." He said with a teasing wink as she looked back at him from the top step. He tried to make it sound friendly, but was worried he might have come off to strong and creepy as he approached the door to her room, he didn't wanna ruin a good thing before it got better. He helped himself through the door first, and was struck by even more pink, hearts, general softness all over the place, not to mention the intoxicating smell of a room saturated in a woman's smell, it was sweet, making him throb in his jeans, which he had to lean forward a bit to not make it obvious in his pants, "Well I am honored, Amy, you have a lovely house, and this room is adorable." He said, glancing at the soft bed, thinking how difficult it would be for him to lay out on that, and his weight, plus a certain pink beauty might be too much for it to support, such thoughts he kept to himself of course. He turned back to Amy, "So, whats first in line on this little fashion show?"




[01:17] Amy blushed, rubbing her arms as Grond complimented her and her home. She hadn't received much in the way of compliments before, and certainly threw her for a loop. As did all of this, really. She still couldn't quite believe she'd set him up for what was essentially a booty call; one she wasn't going to quite outright admit. "B-beautiful?" She stammered, her face flush. "W-well, let's hope you think that after you see the clothes!"

The hedgehog followed the bull in, taking a deep breath as she turned from him, pulling the door shut behind her. . . a few moments later the soft click of the lock sending shivers down her spine. Yeah, there was no going back now. It was all or nothing from here. "Well, I know it's obvious I've got a running theme with my decorating.. but I feel the most creative with the style." She exhaled loudly, her heart hammering in her chest. Now they were nearly at the moment of truth and all it would take was for Amy to slip out of that robe... she felt dizzy, almost like she was dreaming, as she walked around the room, her feet padding on the soft pink carpet below. "So... I've got a couple dozen pieces to try out, and I wanted to model them for you. For a non-biased opinion. I want to put them up on Facebook, but not if I look like a pig. I... kinda think I want to do modeling... and this might be a good place to start."

She lifted her arm, indicating all her lingerie was in the closet behind them, beaded heart curtains lining the entryway where a door should have been. "It's all in there, though I do have... I do.... w-well," she stammered, finding it difficult to speak now. The leggy hedgehog took a deep breath, letting it go as she turned from Grond. "I just... be honest, okay?"

She'd let it all play out naturally, deciding to keep it all confined for now. The hedgehog unfastened her robe, relaxing her arms and letting the white frilly robe fall around her ankles.. leaving her in nothing but white thigh-highs, her perky rear on display, accentuated by the white on her legs. After a moment, she slowly turned, revealing to the bull her full, firm tits that bounced softly as she turned in step, and her pink little pussy with a sign of affection shaved above it. "W-wh-what do you think..?"



[01:36] Eustace Grond had found himself a seat on the bed, a wide smile on his lips as he watched the cute little hedgehog move over to her closet. His mind drifted to images of Amy in all kinds of erotic little outfits and costumes, but he tried to push those thoughts aside, trying not to distract himself from what was just a casual, platonic visit after all. Amy was a sexy little thing, but she was also spoken for, at least thats what the obvious said, with how shes always drooling over the blue hedgehog. He honestly thought she was joking as she called herself a pig, but remembered that even the hottest of women could be self conscious, especially with such an aloof target of their affections like Sonic. Eustace smirked, "I'll be as honest as possible." He said, crossing his heart with a smirk as he expected to see her slip behind the curtain to change...but then she started to unfasten her robe right in front of her. Thought told him to cover his eyes, but instinct kept him staring as that white garment dropped down along her shapely back, exposing that bare, swelling bottom. His eyes went wide as plates, mouth agape. He had to have been dreaming, right? That absolutely flawless pink ass on full display right in front of him, and those gorgeous legs of her, God Damn! Legs and hips, thats what Amy was, and she wore that body shape like a champion. As she turned around, those plump lower lips and those perky cream tits bounced into view, Eustace reached up and tugged at his cheek hard, "W-What do I think? Is this...is this your outfit?" He asked, the pain making it real that he was not dreaming, he had to make sure she didn't forget to get dressed actually! He swallowed the mouth full of drool as he felt his pant leg strain painfully against his leg and hidden length, "Holy...shii...crap." He corrected himself, "You are a work of art, a damn masterpiece." He said, awkwardness being replaced by arousal as blood flowed to his lower extremities.




[01:52] Amy folded her trembling hands into her arms, unintentionally using her crossed arms to push her breasts out just a touch further. "Y-You think it's okay?" She asked, making sure not to ask if *she* was okay. "Yeah, it's my outfit," she admitted, her cheeks still bright red. "I kind of wanted to start with a big surprise for the pictures," she murmured, looking at the phone on her nightstand. "Take a selfie or two like this, try out some other wear..."

The hedgehog cleared her throat, looking down at her body as she uncrossed her arms. It was all out in the open now, and the bull wasn't reacting negatively. So far so good. "So... I.. I was going to ask if you could help direct me a little bit." She stepped closer to the bed and the bull, bending over to snatch her phone from the nightstand, but she lingered in that position, her ass so close to him that she was practically sitting in his lap. "I'd take some selfies, you could tell me which positions I might look the best in for them," she explained, wiggling her hips a little. Now she was just being obvious about it. "And if I need a full body shot or something, you could snap them for me?"

The hedgehog rose back to her full height, looking over her shoulder at the bull seated on the bed. She'd gone this far, and he hadn't rejected any of it yet. It was the moment of truth. . .

"I need them for Sonic," she said, sitting back on the bulls lap as she spoke. Her words and actions seemed to contradict each other, but she clarified mere moments later. "I've chased after him for far too long... now I want to give him an idea of what he's missing out on," she breathed, her hips rubbing against the crotch of the massive man sitting behind her, her bare, ample ass grinding into him. "Think you can help me with that?"