The hunger began subtly a growing ache inside. Soon Tails found himself craving an unusual meal. The desire became a roar as Sonic felt a primal urge to consume. His friends became less companions and more a tasty meal. A dark thought crossed his mind an evil spark. Maybe Amy would make a a satisfying snack. She was so innocent so easy to trick into his grasp. He imagined her struggle her eventual surrender. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Coliseum Vore-ality had always fascinated him the ultimate power play. Now he understood why. He pictured Amy inside him a part of him now. A deep satisfaction filled him a primal triumph. The experience was more arousing than he could have imagined. He licked his lips a satisfied smile. Later that night he dreamt of more conquests. The taste of victory still fresh. His hunger was unending a constant companion. He would always crave another. Each new victim brought a rush a surge of power. He was a predator a true master. The world was his hunting ground. His appetite unquenchable. He looked out into the night seeking. For his next meal.