Aurora Twine Test

<body> Bark never minded the cold. He supposed it was natural for him, being a polar bear. But there was also something peaceful about the endless expanses of snow. It was blank and quiet, and it contrasted the lights of the sky wonderfully. Even a snowstorm like the one just starting to brew didn't bother him much. Though he preferred to view those through a window, with a warm fire or body, by his side. He had every intention of living out that daydream tonight, heading towards the nearest inn he could think of. But the tranquility of the area was broken when he began to hear voices. Loud, angry voices. A bit confusing as he overlooked many fights this far out from any establishments. Perhaps someone had fallen through the ice into the freezing water again. He decided to investigate further. Getting closer to the sound he realized, no, this was a fight of some sort. As he passed through the mounds of snow and ice, the vocals became clearer. Growling, snarling, and hissing. But one of the voices stood out to him. "I'm not interested in your company! Get away from me!" Amy Rose. He didn't have time to wonder what she was doing here. He heard her cry out in pain. He rushed over to the area. Once he was close enough, he charged at the other polar bear, knocking him away from Amy and nearly off his feet. Bark growled, getting ready to attack again. The other polar bear roared back. "You'd best leave while you still can. This one," he motioned to the slowly recovering Amy, "is already taken." Bark swung at his face. The bear dodged just barely but was taken aback by Bark's second punch to his gut. Amy watched in awe at the battle. She was glad that Bark was there, and she was grateful for the help, but she was still worried about this guy. Getting back into focus, she looked around for her hammer. "This one is mine, and not for sale!" The blue-white bear swung a paw at Bark. Bark dodged it easily, but the bear was quick to follow up with a claw swipe across his stomach. Bark grunted as he stumbled back, clutching at his side. The bear grinned, "You should learn to watch your back, little one. I'm not done yet." Bark growled, taking another swing. He hit the bear in the shoulder, causing him to stumble backward. He used the opening to charge at him again, knocking him onto his back. Just as the bear tried to get back up, Amy came behind him. With all her might, she swung her hammer directly onto his head. It hit him square in the face, the sound reverberating around the area. He stopped moving after that, falling unconscious. Now the only sounds left were the heavy breaths of the two remaining fighters. Putting her hammer away, Amy looked up at Bark. His expression was unusually hard to read. She wanted to say something, but her mind wouldn't slow down. Before she could properly think, she was scooped up into Bark's arms, and he started moving again. "Ah!? Where are we going?" she asked, a bit nervously. He didn't give her an answer; silent as usual. But his face was now determined and focused. Even as the snowfall began picking up speed, he plowed through. She supposed she would just have to wait and see. Finally, they reached a building. A sign with the words, "Campfire Inn" stood outside the doorway. Only then did Bark slow down, still keeping Amy in his arms. Amy groaned as she was carried over to the inn. She couldn't believe she had been beaten so easily. She thought she was strong, and that she could protect herself. But if Bark hadn't noticed... The inn was small, with only a few rooms, and even fewer customers. The owner was a cheery old man, who greeted them with a wide smile. "Welcome to my establishment! Oh, it's you again! And I see you've brought a guest?" Bark finally let go of Amy, resting her on the ground. She got up to find she stumbled a bit; her leg and chest were still sore, and her clothes had become wet from landing in the snow. "Yes, I... we were attacked earlier today. My friend here saved me." She looked down. "Um, I don't have any money." "Oh, there's no need. Any friend of Bark's is most welcome here. Please, make yourselves comfortable. If you need anything, please ask." The old man smiled at them again and turned away. Amy nodded, and the two went inside. [[They were shown a room, with a bed and a table.]] Bark got there a bit faster while Amy insisted on walking herself despite her slight limp. </body>

<body class="good"> Amy put her cold, wet clothes on the nearby chair, and joined Bark on the bed. He saw she was still shivering, so he held her closer to his chest. She was a bit surprised at first, but after a second she leaned into his warm fur. "Thank you," she whispered softly. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there..." She sighs. "...someday, I'm going to be stronger. Strong enough that you won't have to save me anymore." Bark hums in response. He brings his hand down to pet Amy's head. She closes her eyes and leans into his touch. They were so close to each other now. She found herself feeling flushed. Her heart raced, as if she were still in danger, even though she knew they were safe now. She wondered if Bark felt the same. She leaned lower down his chest, hugging his thighs. "I'd... I'd like to try something. If it's ok?" she mumbles. Her hands start to move between his thighs. She feels him twitch underneath her. His hands begin to move as well, towards her own. They cover hers and continue to move down toward his groin. He nods slowly. It seemed like such an innocent gesture, yet she could see the lust burning within his eyes. Their hands continued moving downward until they reached down all the way. Amy starts to rub Bark's crotch until his penis emerges from his sheath. Nervously, she moves a hand toward it, touching it softly and looking up to see his reaction. Bark exhales sharply as Amy places another hand on his length and begins stroking him slowly. She stares as it twitches in her hands; it felt so warm. She moves one hand down to the base, the other goes towards the tip. Experimentally she rubs it with her thumb while lightly squeezing the base. Shortly after, Bark moans, and a bit of pre cum drips out from his cock. Amy blushes as she watches it drip. 'Seeing someone get like this over me...' she thinks to herself. She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out to lick at the small drop of pre cum. She moves her other hand to the base and puts her mouth around the head. Looking back up at Bark, she sucks at it, more pre cum dripping out into her mouth. Bark moans louder, and places his hand on the back of Amy's head. As he holds her there, she looks up at him again, seeing how aroused he was getting by just sucking on his dick for a few seconds. Without hesitation, Amy wraps her lips tightly around his shaft and begins to suck hard. The feeling of something entering her throat makes Amy gag slightly, which causes Bark to let go of her head. She gasps through her nose, holding onto his prick as she continues to move forward and take more inside. Her eyes widen when she realizes that if she keeps going, it would fill her throat completely. But still, despite her fears, she continues to try to swallow every inch of it. In the meantime, her hands remained at the base, rubbing in short strokes and occasionally squeezing at it. Bark's breaths became heavier. He tried to keep control of himself, trying not to thrust into her warm, eager mouth, in fear of hurting her. Amy moves her head back and then moves back forward a little quicker than before. Bark gasps at the motion. His cock twitches in her throat and strings of cum shoot down into her stomach. She lets out a light whine feeling the hot liquid fill her throat and mouth. Once done, she takes his cock out of her mouth and takes a breath. They both breathe in tired unison for a few minutes, until Amy starts giggling softly. "I'm sorry I can't deepthroat you yet," she says between laughs. "It feels too weird." Bark smiles weakly, breathing heavily. After recovering, they lay together naked, panting quietly. Amy reaches out and touches Bark's chest gently, running her fingers along his fur. In turn, he runs his fingers through the quills on her back. He gently lifts her on top of him, closer to his face. She leans down to kiss him. The taste of his semen remains in her mouth, and he licks it up. Once they break the kiss, Bark leans up, still holding Amy in his arms. Then he lays her back on the bed. She lets out a surprised squeak as he leans over her, groaning. His eyes looked hungry. Her heart raced excitedly. His face presses on her chest. She can hear him sniffing her as he moves further down her body. Once he reaches that wet slit below, he takes an extra long whiff, causing her to giggle again. He opens his mouth, his tongue lolling out. Amy nods enthusiastically after he looks back up at her. Then he goes back down, grips her legs, and takes a long lick of her labia. She cries out softly as his rough tongue rips across her sensitive flesh. A second later, she squirms under him, moaning loudly now. She wants more of him licking her pussy. With a loud moan, Amy spreads her thighs apart wider and arches her hips upward. Bark eagerly latches on to her clit once more and begins licking it furiously, making sure not to miss even the tiniest part of it. He alternates between gentle flicking and forceful plunges against its hood, driving her insane with pleasure. "A-ah... Bark!" She yells his name in between her gasps and moans. Sensing her getting close, Bark dips his tongue deeper within her. It moves around her inner walls, lapping up the juices inside. Amy grips the sheets tightly, overcome with euphoria. She simultaneously squeaks and screams as her orgasm moves throughout her whole body. Bark continues licking, even as her cum splashes on his face. Once she comes down from the high, he moves back up as well, licking the liquid on his face. He lifts her into his arms again, his finger wiping away the tears from her vivid peak. As he kisses her, Amy becomes aware that she has never felt anything like this. Before tonight, she had only been with one person: Sonic the Hedgehog. And although she loved him dearly, he did not have the same effect on her as this bear does. When she came here, all she wanted was to find a job, desperate to make some money to support herself. She knew how gentle and kind Bark really was, despite his line of work. But she never expected she'd fall madly in love with him... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the storm raged on outside, the two lovers lie side by side, looking at each other in awe. Both of them stare deeply into each other's eyes as they hold hands. There's no doubt anymore about who loves whom. Amy Rose snuggles up next to Bark, placing her head on his shoulder. She rests her arm over his torso. Their bodies feel so good, she could stay like this forever. She closes her eyes and sighs happily. Bark chuckles softly. Amy glances up to see what made the sound. She blushes as she sees his smile. "Bark? Do you... do you have any place to stay?" she said. He cocked his head in confusion. She looks down as she continues, "If you don't, I have some room in my house. So you don't have to keep paying for these inns every night. She looks back up, seeing his eyes wide in shock. "...you know, I mean, I'm just saying. You're a nice guy and all, but I'm pretty much broke, and I wouldn't mind helping a... a close friend out. I'm a bit worried about your safety staying at those places..." She trails off, embarrassed. Bark closes his eyes and exhales, calming his nerves. Amy notices that his tail wags back and forth a bit. "...Amy..." Bark murmurs. Amy turns her head towards him. His voice... it was deep, yet tender. It fit him perfectly. He turned his head away from her. She held his hand in response, and he turned his eyes back to her. "Please? It's the least I can do after all you've done for me. And..." her grip tightened, "I'd also like to see you more often." She smiled shyly, resisting the urge to turn away herself. Bark looks at her again. His heart ached at how adorable she was right now. Her cheeks were bright red and her lips were trembling slightly; she seemed nervous. But there's something else; there's something hidden behind those soft eyes of hers. "Ok... at least let me get you a scarf," he finally says. Amy laughs and hugs his neck. "If you insist!" Soon after, the two of them doze off in each other's arms. Bark feels warm, safe, and contented; everything seems alright in life now. As sleep overtakes him, his last thought is of Amy. She feels warm in his arms as well. [[Return to Start]] </body>

<body class="bad"> The bear, Harvard, was staring down at Amy again. She bent her head down, making sure he could see her flared quills. That was all she could do chained to the wall with her hands tied. She wasn't strong enough to beat him. She wasn't fast enough to run. Not loud enough to call for help. Her dignity was all she had now, and she wouldn't give that up to him too. Harvard just smiled. That evil, cruel smile. He grabbed her head with his bare hands, lifting her to eye level. "You are adorable when you try to look intimidating," he mused. She hissed in response. Chuckling at her continued attempt, he brings his hand to her chest. She flinches at the touch, then cringes as he grips her shirt. With a swift motion, he tears the front off, letting the back fall off. Amy tries to hide her discomfort when he puts his hand in her skirt and underwear. But she can't control the squeak that comes out when his knuckle brushes against her clit. He quickly tears off the rest of her clothes, then drops her back on the ground. Before she can properly recover, he puts his hand over her face, rubbing the blood from her quills into her face. She backs into the wall, but can't go much further than that. Some of the blood gets into her mouth, and she tries to spit it out. It only allows him to stuff his fingers in, making her gag from the taste. He bends down toward her and holds her sides. He pushes his lips against hers. She refuses to open her mouth again until he starts licking her lips, forcing them open with the roughness of his tongue. She grunts, trying to push him out, kicking her legs, anything to get him away. But it does nothing to stop him. He moans as he moves away from her mouth, a string of saliva between them. Harvard grabs Amy again by the throat, forcing her back towards the wall. Amy keeps fighting like anything would work. Harvard laughs at her struggles. "Keep fighting sweetie. It makes me more excited." he purrs in her ear. Amy squawks, thrashing about more vigorously. His other hand moves down to his growing erection. Once he rubs it to its full length, he pushes Amy against it. She blanched at the cock near her bottom. It was long and very wide. She felt it push against her more. Her anger faded and her heart began pumping furiously. "Wait, n-no, that won't... t-that won't f-f-" she spoke for the first time since she got hear, her voice high and shaky. Harvard kept pushing more, breaching her entrance despite, or perhaps because of, the friction. He stared into Amy's widening eyes. With a sadistic grin, he snarled, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you." "I-I'm not r-r-eady...!" Her cries go ignored as he pushes into her fully. Barely wet, the intrusion into her pussy feels like a hot rod moving within her, melting everything. She screamed. It echoed through the room. This made Harvard groan; the feeling is so satisfying. Her pain, both physical and emotional, gave him that rush he so craved. Before long, blood dripped from within her pussy, spilling onto his throbbing cock. It didn't do much to slicken the movement, but Harvard thought it looked so pretty upon him. By now, Amy's screams had become breathy sobs as her body tried to do anything it could to relax itself. He moved a hand to wipe a streak of her tears, only to then put a finger in his mouth and taste the salty water. She closed her eyes. She couldn't look at this monster anymore. Eventually as he pushed farther into her, he reached an end. Amy's belly had a large bump in it. She could feel her pulse there. It caused her to hyperventilate, she was afraid it would tear. Just as Harvard began to pull out a bit, he thrust in again hard. She cried out, her voice hoarse and low. He kept thrusting, hitting the end of her canal over and over. More blood came out of her, splashing onto her fur and onto the floor. Then he stopped thrusting. And he kept pushing instead. Amy was in a full-on panic now. She struggled and squirmed and kicked. Even though she knew it was useless now. It wouldn't stop him. But she couldn't stop either. The pain was getting worse, beyond anything she thought possible. She felt like she was being torn apart. She realized she was. More blood. More tears. "P-lease," she begged, coughing. Anything to make it stop. It wouldn't work. But something. She had to do. Something. Anything. Please. Not this. The sound of flesh ripping filled the room. As the final waves of pain hit her, they were even worse than any before. The only noise she could make now was a low gurgle. Blood filled her throat, her chest, and everywhere else. And it left her too. It was all over the place. She managed to look downwards. Her skin. Fur. Split apart. By this massive... thing. Red streaked with white. Stained pink and tan. Faded it. Eroded it. The world turned black and white around her, colorful dots lined her vision. The last thing Amy heard was that horrid chuckle of Harvard's. She finally lost consciousness after that. Retreated into her mind. There was nowhere else to go. ... ... //The lights in the sky moves about like ocean waves. Red and pink reflected off the white snow, making it appear to glow. Amy stared in awe at the surroundings. She hadn't thought such an empty-looking place like Aurora Icefield could have a view so spectacular. She looked over to her partner. Bark seemed just as entranced as she was. The view never got old for him. His eyes were half-lidded, and he had a peaceful smile. It set Amy's heart aflutter to see him like that. She snuggled up closer to him. In turn, he wrapped his arm around her back, pulling them closer together. Amy sighed happily and closed her eyes, letting herself drift off to sleep, safe and happy in her lover's arms. ... ... [[Return to Start]] </body>

<body> Amy didn't enjoy the cold weather very much. She would rather be in a warm flower field, or even a sandy desert. Unfortunately, Aurora Icefield was where the work was, so she'd been told. She had only been here once before, and not for very long. She hadn't noticed how far apart everything was then. It took several minutes to get from one place to another, likely due to all the ice and snow mounds. But she needed the money to support herself. So she endured the cold and focused on making the distance. She was focused enough to not hear the footsteps behind her. She may not have seen anything either, as her pursuer blended in well with the environment. The blue-white bear had noticed her struggling to get through the area. Not used to seeing a critter like her around, he decided to take the opportunity to "acquaint" himself. He just had to get a bit closer. Once Amy finally heard footsteps other than her own, she paused. It had been a while since she saw someone else. But as she turned around, she didn't see anyone. Just the same ice and snow, with an occasional breeze to move snow through the air like powder. Although for a second, she could have sworn she saw something else...? "You seem lost, little lady. " Amy jumped at the sudden speech. Turning around again, she was shocked to see a large white polar bear, nearly as white as the surroundings. Still, he was much bigger than her. How had she not noticed him around until now? He spoke again, "You aren't from around here, are you?" His face seemed friendly, and he had a large smile. But something was still off; his eyes were staring right into her as if trying to read her. "Yeah... I came here looking for work," she said, maybe a little too quietly. "I-I don't have any money," she added. She took a step back, trying to be subtle about it. The polar bear stepped forward in response, not remotely being subtle. "I understand. It's hard these days, finding a steady income." His smile widened as he stepped closer and closer to her. The surrounding ice made it harder for her to get away; he could tell she knew she would slip. "I have ways of my own, being more familiar with this area." "That's ok, I'll be fine on my..." she trailed off as the ground beneath her became slippery. Her quills began to flair as her mind scrambled to figure out what to do now. Running may not work, with the ice around, and this bear could probably navigate better. He was very close now, right where he wanted her. He could sense her fear. It made him laugh a bit before he remarked "I'm sure you'll fetch a fine price." Amy pulled her hammer out fast. "Get away from me," she hissed. She had to fight if running wouldn't work. She put herself in an aggressive position. "Oh, I think not!" He lunged towards her, hoping to catch her off guard. He would prove that he was stronger than she was. But Amy wasn't going down without a fight. She swung her hammer furiously, hitting him in the head, neck, and shoulders. It hardly slowed him down, he was still swinging at her with sharp claws. She ducked under his arm and tried to hit his side. It caused him to gasp in pain. "Yah!" Growling, he swung around and grabbed her wrist, holding onto it tightly. "Persistent, aren't you!?" He swung her around and threw her against the ground. Her hammer fell out of her hands. She tried to reach for it, but the bear kicked it away. She looked up at the big animal, glaring at him angrily. "Let go of me!" she cried out. He laughed, and lifted his leg, bringing his foot down on her. She screamed as she was knocked backward, and landed on her tail. She winced in pain, rubbing her sore rear end. "Do you know, I've never seen a creature like you before. You're certainly interesting." He loomed over her as she sat there, rubbing her tail. "I'm not interested in your company! Get away from me!" She got up and backed away from him. "Oh, but I am interested in yours. Now that you've seen what I can do, you'll come with me willingly. Or else I'll make this so painful, you won't want to live anymore." He lifted his foot again and stepped hard on her chest. She cried out as her breath escape her. His smile returned, seeing her struggle. It was quite cute. She certainly could fetch quite the price. But perhaps it would be of a different benefit if he kept her for himself... first, he had to finish this little job... [[Anyone here?]] [[Or not?]] </body>