I may not be perfect at this, but the Master Emerald is back where it belongs, and that’s what counts… I’ll keep Angel Island safe for as long as I can. Perched on his spot of constant vigil at the Master Emerald Shrine, Knuckles the Echidna, last of his race and Guardian of the Master Emerald, surveys the star-washed night sky, content that all is finally well, with not only his island, but the entire world. A smile creeps onto his face, for he knows that he will not have to worry about Eggman’s plots or of any aliens trying to mess with him, at least for the night. In fact, nothing at all could possibly go wrong. A rustle in the grass grabs the Echidna’s attention. Knuckles clenches his fists and glances around the grassy field around the ruins, seeking for anyone who would be hiding in the shadows. “Come on,” he growls. “I was just getting ready to sleep!” “Ah, yes, well, about that…” The voice comes from the bottom of the stairs right in front of him. Knuckles blinks and looks down to see Relic the Pika standing on the grass below. “When I said I needed to have some sleep, well… I’ve been having some trouble. You don’t mind if I join you for a spell, just until I feel like I’m ready to doze?” Knuckles scratches the back of his head and shrugs. “I don’t see why not. Guess a lot of excitement can really get the blood flowing, right?” “Oh, right, indeed!” Relic says, stepping up along the stairs. She drops her backpack down upon the ledge and stretches out, standing on the toes of her boots for a moment. “In fact, I think that might be the spot of bother I’m in right now. You see, I may have been telling you a bit of a fib earlier, when I said that falling to my doom causes me to be worn out. I find myself right ready for another helping of action!” Knuckles frowns. “Oh, well, I mean… that’s cool and all, but you’re not really going to be finding any action around here. By the looks of the clouds, it’s going to be smooth sailing at least into tomorrow, and the island isn’t anywhere near any troublesome areas. With the world just put back together, I don’t think anyone will try messing with me.” Relic pouts. “Oh, bugger…” she says, placing one hand on her cheek while she rests her elbow on the other. “You really are quite the dunce sometimes, aren’t you, Knuckles?” Knuckles quirks a brow and folds his arms over his chest. “What do you mean by that?” Relic sighs, rolling her shoulders back, letting her jacket fall down off of her arms and onto the floor below her. She looks to Knuckles now with half-lidded eyes and a slightly sly smirk. “I’m saying I could use some action, not that I’m looking for a fight. I try to pride myself in being a woman of class and character, but there’s only so much a girl can take being on an uninhabited island all by her lonesome. I’ve gotten quite lonely, and you are a hero in need of a reward.” Knuckles tilts his head and looks aside in contemplation. “I’m not sure I follow.” “Oh, bloody Hell! I’m saying I want a shag!” She stamps her foot, one cheek puffing out slightly. Knuckles shakes his head and backs up, his hands up in a defensive stance. “Whoa, there, Relic, we’ve known each other for awhile, but I don’t really see you…” His excuses dim as she reaches up to take her hair bands out, letting her fur fall freely on her back. She then reaches up and plucks her glasses off, giving Knuckles his first unobstructed view of her eyes. “Please, hero,” she begins, stepping forward slowly, backing him up against the Master Emerald. He gulps as she presses her gloves upon his chest and leans delicately in, their noses nearly touching. “Help a poor lady out, hey?” Her gloved fingers brush up against Knuckles’s side, causing the Echidna’s tail to straighten up. The guardian shudders under her touch, yet slowly closes his eyes. The warmth of her mouth pressing to his relaxes the guardian, and juxtaposes the cool night air with something completely different. His gloves move up now to hold onto Relic’s sides, but the pika shifts and presses her hands against his shoulders. “No,” she whispers, looking to him with a half-lidded gaze when he opens his own eyes to see her. She places her hands upon his shoulders, and gently nudges him down. “Let me do all the work, love. You’re the one getting a reward here, not me…” Knuckles gulps, but does as the woman is told, sliding down along the side of the emerald until he is on his back against the altar, which gives him a nice view of the pika before him. Relic smirks down at Knuckles and begins her show, grabbing the glove of her right hand by the middle finger and pulling it off, revealing the soft blue hand underneath. She then removes the other and lays both gloves by her jacket. Before she stands back up, she undoes her boots, slipping one foot and then the other out. She gasps as her feet touch the cool rock, but chuckles slightly. “My, my Knuckles… are you enjoying my show thus far? Well, I certainly hope you like the final act.” She stands up now, looking down upon him, her hands reaching behind her. There, the sound of the zipper disengaging breaks the silence of the night. The moon shines down on Relic’s body as her breasts emerge from under the falling clothing. Soon, with the guidance of her hands, Relic frees herself from all constraining outfits, from all pretense of being proper. She stands before him, like a goddess of moonlight, her breasts soft and perky, her hips are not too pronounced. If she wasn’t ordinarily so concealed, the scene before him would not be so alluring, but the transformation she has undergone to get to this form is what causes the warmth to stir within his core. His desire for her rises, but that isn’t the only thing to rise. Emerging from its hidden sheathe, Knuckles’s body readies itself for what is to come next, his hammer rising up and kissing the cool breezy air. Relic smiles at first, but her eyes widen as the length continues its track upward. Her jaw finally drops when she sees the peculiarity of his echidna anatomy and then immediately she drops down to her knees before him. “My word!” she gasps, holding out her finger to place upon the tip. “This is… unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. The sheer size of it… I merely thought the carvings were exaggerating, but you echidnas… you’re veritable fertility gods!” Knuckles growls slightly as she pokes and prods at it. “You going to study it all night?” “Oh my,” she says, clasping her hands over her cheeks. “Dreadfully sorry, love. I just got… well distracted. No, its fine…” she says, taking a deep breath. “I just need to know the right way to attack it, is all. I had planned on giving you a nice and proper riding, but… I’m afraid this behemoth would do a right proper job ripping me in half!” Knuckles sighs and turns his head. “Fine, if you’re scared of me, you can just leave and we can forget this happened, alright? I won’t think any differently of you if you did. After a-aah!” he feels something warm and wet kiss along his shaft and quickly turns to see Relic pressed up against him, sitting down with her legs straddling him, his length rubbing against her tummy. “Oh, but my dear Knuckles, I want you to think differently of me, of us. There’s a saying among us archaeologists. ‘You can’t study what’s under dirt without getting dirty. And I’m planning on getting right dirty, indeed!” Her small hands hold onto Knuckles’s sides, squeezing at him slightly. He lets out a slight grunt from the pressure as she pushes herself up, running her wet lips up along his shaft. Soon, she rests herself upon the tip and closes her eyes, letting out a little sigh as she lowers herself. She feels so tight around him, and he spreads her, filling her up in ways that her toys never could. Knuckles pushes himself up, propping his head against the emerald as he moves his gloves over Relic’s soft sides. He smiles up at her, and she down at him. “Go gently,” he whispers, “I’ll hold onto… make sure you don’t all too fast.” Slowly and gently, Relic’s womanhood takes in Knuckles’s monster dick, a soft gasp escaping her mouth as she tilts her head back, looking up at the reflection of herself in the master emerald. Suddenly, she squeals and falls back, landing on her back and slipping off of Knuckles. Knuckles scrambles up to see if she is alright, only to yelp himself when he sees a little robot floating right at the top of the stairs. “Fixit!?” Knuckles shouts. “What the hell, man!?” Relic covers her chest and her private bits, and grabs up her things, running around to the back of the emerald to make herself decent. The robot stares blankly at the quickly-softening Echidna and replies plainly. “I just had a question for you, but it seems that I have forgotten. Goodnight, sir!” With that, he spins around and putters down the stairway. Relic, meanwhile bids Knuckles a hasty “goodnight and rushes down the other sides of the stairs. Knuckles just lays back against the emerald and stares up at the sky. “Story of my life…” he says…