Sonic the Hedgehog was zipping across Mobius when his communicator buzzed with a surprising message: “Sonic—meet me at South Island’s beach at sunset. Just the two of us. No mission. –Sally.” An invitation from Sally Acorn for a private meetup? Unheard of for the tomboyish Freedom Fighter leader—usually all about boots and battle plans, not beaches.
As the sun set over South Island’s turquoise waves, Sonic arrived in a blur, but what stopped him cold was Sally near the water’s edge. She wore a striking striped blue bikini—navy-and-sky-blue stripes hugging her plump, curvy frame. Her figure was soft and full: rounded shoulders, a generous, plush bust filling the bikini top, a soft, rounded belly, wide, voluptuous hips beneath the bikini bottom, and thick, shapely thighs. A light blue jacket hung loosely over her shoulders, leaving her vibrant swimsuit and curves on display. Her red hair glowed in the sunlight, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Sonic’s jaw dropped, quills standing on end.
“Sal—Sally!” he stammered, face flushing red. “What’s with the… bikini? And this invite? I thought you were all about battle, not beaches!”
Sally laughed, twirling her hair, tail swishing to accentuate her wide hips. “Surprised, Sonic? I figured it’s time to shake things up. Don’t tell me you’re too shocked to enjoy my curves—or too tongue-tied to admit you like what you see.” She winked, voice teasing. “What’s the matter, hedgehog? Can’t handle a curvy girl in a bikini?”
Sonic’s grin faltered, cheeks pink. “Uh, relaxing, sure, but—you’re teasing me, right? Payback for zipping past you?”
“Maybe,” she said coyly, shifting her weight, bikini bottom drawing his eye. “Or maybe I wanted to see if you could handle this surprise. Race me to the water, or keep gawking like a lovesick fanboy?”