The Other Cheek (Tails x Sally x ???)

"...And with a wave of her wand and the magic words, the good queen banished the evil witch back to her kingdom of shadow. The evil witch screamed, 'You've not seen the last of me! I'll be back!' Though he shivered with worry at the witch's warning, with the good queen returned to her golden palace, never again would the witch trouble the young prince, and he lived happily ever after. The end."

You snuggled deeper under the covers, drowsy after the bedtime tale.

"Thank you for the story, Aunt Sally...."

The princess ruffles your bangs, reddening your cheeks as she chuckles from her seat next to the bed. "You're welcome, Tails."

You try to will yourself asleep as you ask.

"C-can I have..?"

She smiles back at you warmly, making your face even hotter.

"Of course you can. Come here..."

But you were already dreaming.

Again.

Your breath catches as the memory plays out like a movie.

Sally leans over you, eyes closed and lips puckered.

You want to close your eyes too.

Any other time, you had.

But this time...

This time you had kept them open.

Watching the princess' chest hover over you.

Her cream-colored br-breasts just inches away...

You shouldn't have looked.

But you did.

She kisses you on one cheek, making your skin tingle.

Then the other cheek. Your fur stands on end.

She opens her bright blue eyes, smiling sweetly at you.

"And of course, the funny kiss..."

The way she said it...

Your chest hurt, but your stomach fluttered as she gave you one last kiss on the nose.

And...lower than that...

You squirmed under the blanket and her lingering gaze, squeezing your legs together and hoping it would go away.

It was wrong.

Aunt S-Sally...and Sonic were together, you knew that.

But this dream...

Sally put her hand on the covers, making you jump in surprise.

"A-aunt Sally?"

You ask what she's doing. No words come.

Her breathing is heavy as she calls your name. "Tails..."

Heartbeats hammer your chest as she suddenly kisses you again.

Not the funny kiss.

Th-the grown-up kiss.

Her tongue slides across yours as two soft somethings press against you.

This shouldn't be happening.

This is *wrong*.

You want to push her back.

You think.

But the covers are so heavy.

She climbs onto the bed.

On top of you.

Sh-she's heavy...

You can't breathe.

You should stop her.

She's straddling you, her thighs pinning you down.

You can't ignore it anymore.

You panic, she's gonna feel it,

she'll be angry she'll hate you she's gonna feel it I shouldn't let her feel it

she feels good

So good.

She kisses you again.

She's pressing against it.

She won't stop.

Why not?

Does she like it?

But...Sonic...

Her arms are around you.

You feel something tight in your stomach.

She won't stop moving her hips.

You don't want her to.

Something's coming, you're scared. It feels so good.

But she's here.

"Tails...."

She won't hurt you.

"S-Sally..."

She kisses you again.

And bites down on your lip.

Hard.




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"A-AAAAOW!"

Tails woke with a violent jerk, his body thrashing from the stinging, shocking pain in his mouth. Drowsy stars and clouds still blurred his vision as the dream of the princess faded away to another figure sitting in his lap. "Sall...y?" he managed to mumble through a swelling lip.

"Wow. Calling another woman's name while being ridden by your first crush? How cruel..." The scoffed reply, dripping with false hurt, brought with it vein-chilling recollections as Tails instantly recognized the voice.

The warp gate breach.

The attack on Knothole.

The strike in his blind spot.

Then darkness.

And now?

Now he was all-too-aware of the scarlet red fox grinding against him, tight black leather brushing roughly across his fur as she bared her teeth in a wicked grin.

"About time you woke up. Have some sweet dreams?" she asked, brushing her crimson hair back with a coy flourish.

"Fiona? Wh-how?" Tails shook his head, still not convinced he had become fully conscious before Fiona corrected him, firmly grabbing him by the jaw and forcing his gaze forward.

"That really matter now, runt? Knock off with the twenty questions already."

The fox tried to crane his neck out of her grip, looking for anything in the darkened room to get his bearings on. Everything was familiar but...different. Masonry he recognized from Castle Acorn, but cracked and cobwebbed over. Tattered and faded heraldry lined the walls. There was furniture, a bed, chairs, a loveseat; but it was strewn, broken, and filthy. A grimy, gritty reflection of the world he knew.

"Is...is this-"

"Maybe!?" she scoffs impatiently. "You've got the finest piece of ass in Moebius on your lap and you're staring at the scenery? LOOK. AT. ME." The older fox held his head in both hands, her matching leather gloves squeezing down his fur uncomfortably as electric-blue irises bored into him as deeply as her growl. Tails squirmed under her grip, trying to thrust himself away from her, nearly knocking them both to the floor as his legs yanked against rope. His arms too refused to move, bound behind him to his horror as he attempted to shove her off of him.

"Wh-why am I tied down?!"

"Sit STILL, runt!"

The young fox's panic escalated as he struggled, thrashing tails sweeping up billows of dust as he desperately tried to get away. "HELP! HELP ME! ANYONE, SONI-GHhck! GHK!" Before he could cry out further, Fiona jammed two fingers into his mouth, his screams strangled as he retched.

"SHUT. UP. You shout like that again, and I'll gag you with your stupid mutant tails. Got me?"

"HHKK...nky...gnky!" Tails could feel tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he tried to nod, mindful of the fingertips aimed down his throat.

"Good..." she cooed, withdrawing her saliva-slicked hand. "Glad we're clear. Now where were we...?" As she settled herself back down onto Tails's lap, her face shifted from satisfied amusement back to annoyance. "...Are you kidding me?" With the wetted hand, she reached down between Tails' legs and took firm hold, displeasure etched into her tone.

"Really? That's all it took for you to go limpdick on me? Didn't think you could disappoint me *more*, runt."

"..."

"Oh, *now* you clam up. Couldn't get you to shut your trap and have some fun before."

"*sniff*...m'sorry."

"Quit sniveling and speak UP."

"I'm sorry!"

Fiona got up from the stool, swiping her tail across the young fox's face with a giggle. "I know you are. Not a problem though, I figured a pathetic whelp like you might need a little something extra, so I invited some help to join us."

Tails looked up at her with wary confusion. "Wh...who? You didn't hurt-"

"Ah ah ah, it's a surprise!" she tutted, sashaying behind Tails as he strained to keep his watery eyes on her. "Which means no peeking. Lights out, kiddo!" The fox's world went dark as rough cloth slipped over his eyes, Fiona swiftly knotting it behind his head.

"Stop! I don't want your surprise! Get it off!" he shouted again, struggling to yank the blindfold back off of him before his head was violently jerked back by the bangs. "Aaa-OWW!"

"You got a poor memory for being so smart. Strike two; one more and you *really* are gonna regret it."

"Sss...please...please let go, I won't, I just wanna go home..."

"No can do, kid." *Tails felt something warm and soft brush his lips, her gloved hands gently petting his cheeks. "The raid went right to hell, so we've gotta make do with what we could nab." He feels her pull away from him, releasing the fierce grip on his hair. "He's all yours now, have fun!"

Tails could hear the light tap of Fiona's boots on stone as she backed away from him, his ears perked alert as he tried to brace himself for whatever her "surprise" could be. Footfalls...two sets, one in front and one behind, were coming closer to him. "N-no, stay away!"

They stop, just inches from him. Squirming, Tails tries to wrest himself free one more time as fear shrills his voice.

"Pl-please, just leave me alo-mmf!"

With a sudden pull, Tails' face is drawn upward, his pleading stifled by warm lips being eagerly forced against his. A pair of firm, but gentle hands cradled his head as the stranger kissed the fox; slowly, insistently, not letting him pull away for a moment. Tails' mind raced: was Fiona doing this? They lovingly stroked his fur, running up from his cheek from his ears. His face grew hot again as a tongue snaked inside his mouth, his chest filling with the someone's own panting breath as he was ensnared in their adult kiss. He could feel their arms loosen, instead entwining around his chest, tightening, leaving him no room to move as their body drew against his.

Against his back.

Soft somethings.

"Wh-maat?" Realization hit him through the haze of sensations filling his mouth. Th-those were...and there wasn't any....

They were touching him...

The stranger giggled. A girl's voice, almost familiar...

She squeezed him closer. His shoulders were enveloped in softness he didn't know existed.

He felt them...poking his back...

Oh no

Oh no no no no not now no no

He couldn't

His hands, they're stuck

Couldn't cover it

"D-ah-dan't lo-"

Wait

Something felt...hot...

Breathing...

On...him...

He felt a pair of hands on his legs now, stroking his inner thighs. Thumbs running just along...where...

"N-hah...plesh don't..." Tails could barely form words around the tongue still so insistently seeking his. Being unable to see...he could feel everything so much more intensely. Those hands...they were too close, too close tooo"NNH!"

Tails screwed up his eyes behind the blindfold, electricity dancing through his spine as the hands took hold; wrapping around him, soft fur tickling tender, delicate skin. Just the slightest touch made him shiver, causing the figure standing over him to hold him even tighter. Fingers caressed along his length, making him yelp as they brushed his tip.

"Oh-st-ahhhhh... you can't, pl-UHN!"

Tails felt something wet touch him.

His tip.

Warm, rough.

His knees bucked in reflex, this was

Oh

More

Softness, hot, wet, drawing him in

No

This, he shouldn't

It was around him, licking him, a mouth, sucking on him, leaving him breathless

Words couldn't come out fast enough, it was pulling back, pulling him back to run a tongue underneath

Stop

Shouldn't be doing this

A weight lifted from his shoulders, to his side. His mouth was free.

Until it was forced back into pillowy fur. Cradled. Guided. His mouth pressed against the smothering mound, stifling him, making the figure shudder as his teeth nipped against their skin.

It was so soft...

The mouth moved faster.

Faster

Hand pumping his base

Stop

No more, why

They shouldn't

It's not clean

It feels

stop

Feels...it shouldn't feel

Tightness again, legs tense, head thrown back

It's coming

Something's coming

"Enjoying yourself?" Fiona cooed in his ear.

Tails jolted upright, the sudden voice bringing his mind back from the spark-riddled fog clouding his mind. "Fnnnh...*nff* m-maah-make them st-st*ah!*stop!"

"Oh? Why should I?"

"I-"

"Doesn't it feel good?"

"N-no!"

The red fox ran her hands through Tail's chestfur, fingers tousling, teasing him. "That's a shame. Hear that, girls? Big boy here isn't feeling it yet."

"Wh-no, that's not...wait...girls?"

A wicked cackle rebuffed him. "Haha! Whoops, guess that's out of the bag." Tails felt her force his head forward, looking down. "Guess it's time for the surprise, then..." Fingers slipped under the back of the blindfold, pulling it uncomfortably tight. "Ready? One....Two....Three!"

The veil lifted before Tails could think to react. Stars and haze lifted at last.

Maroon hair.

Chestnut fur.

On her knees, clad only in her boots.

Head slowly bobbing in between his legs, one hand behind his back while the other held him in her mouth.

Lips locked around him.

Blue eyes burning deep into his.

Wh

No

This couldn't be real

no no no nonoNO NO NO

He tried to jerk away from her.

"wh-WHAT!? A-AUNT SALLY, STO-MMMMMF" Again, Tails found himself in a smothered embrace.

"Aw, just sit still, darlin'. Let the princess do her thing."

That voice. The giggle. He knew it now. He struggled away from her for a brief moment. "B-BUNNIE?!"
Head locked against her bosom with her still-flesh arm, Tails could just barely see her face out of the
corner of his eye as she gave him a coy wink. "Hush now, sugah. We're gonna take good care of you...just relaaaax..." Tails' face sunk back into her cleavage once more, his vision blocked by buttery-yellow fur and marshmallowy flesh.

"B-but, how? Wh-wha*ah!* What a-are you doing here? Where's Sonic?"

"I said hush, hon..."

"N-mmmg!"

Tails wrestled against her tight grip, his tongue thrashing against the tender pink bud thrust into his mouth. The rabbit clung tight to him, tittering gasps escaping as he struggled. "O-oof! Land sake's shug, you-*nh!* sure are rough on a lady...just mind th' teeth this time."

"C'mon, don't hog him. He's missing the show down here." Fiona bent down over him, drawing his view back to the chipmunk at his feet as she allowed him to slip from her mouth with a *pop* before cupping him, fondling him, her gaze still locked with his. "Look at her go. Bet you'd dreamed about this, huh squirt?"

Tails screwed up his eyes, violently shaking his head. "N-no! I never, I d-didn't w-w-waaaahhhnT!"

"Really? You suuuure about that?" Fiona sat at eye-level with Tails as his length slid back across the princess' mouth, her tongue flicking along the underside of his base as the protest was ripped from him. "You sure were quick to call her name when you were having your li'l wet dream earlier."

"S-stop..."

"Come on, runt." She hissed, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Don't kid yourself. Growin' up in a camp with girls running around with nylon-covered tits and open jackets?" Tails felt doughy breasts forced against his back again, giggles filling his other ear. "Admit it. You *wanted* this. This is your dream come true."

N-no.

S-she's wrong...

It's w-wrong...

His eyes burned, cheeks dripping onto his aching chest.

He shouldn't...it's bad...

But...it felt....

"Please...please don't...Bunnie, A-aunt Sally, we shouldn't be doing this..." he plead, transfixed on the royal's smooth motions as she swallowed him all the way to the base.

"Hey now, why shouldn't you?" Fiona mused, nibbling Tails' neck. "You want it, they want it, what's the problem?"

"It-it's wrong...you did something...you made them l-like..." Tails faltered, something slicking his fingers as the rabbit behind him held his hands between her legs. Words stumbled from him as lips tightened and pressure built below his stomach, the chipmunk's silken mouth quickening pace as he fought his pleasure-numbed senses for clarity. "L-l-*hg!* L-like this! St-*ah!*-st-oOp it, l-et them go!"

Fiona drew his gaze away by the chin. He looked to her, desperate, looking for compassion.

He found a sweet smile and laughing eyes under a yellow bow.

The same that he'd met on that summery tropical island years past.

And saw the same troubling coldness better fitting winter and steel.

"No."

There was no retort to be had as she forced herself on him, her gloved hand prying his jaw so she could ravish his mouth with hers, tasting him, making him indulge in her as she dominated the young fox. Her hands scoured his body, roughly kneading and stroking him as he was assaulted on all sides.

Bunnie behind him, making strange sounds as his hands tried to squirm away from her.

Fiona upon him, suffocating him in deep kisses and a tight embrace.

And Sally

Sally...

That look

Blue eyes, half-lidded

As she went down on him

again

and again

and again, without stopping, without looking away

It feels good

No

It shouldn't

It does

It feels so goo

d

It's not stopping

feels good

It's coming

It's not stopping

It's

It's

Tails' legs violently shook in place as his eyes fluttered, the room going dark and bright and dark and bright as every sensation surged from his lower half. His hips bucked against the stool, tails fuzzed and drumming a staccato against the floor as pulse after pulse emptied from him. He let his jaw fall slack as fight ebbed out of him, Fiona withdrawing her tongue from his mouth as a string of saliva still joined them, triumph written on her face.

"Get your world rocked, kid? Feeling good now?"

"N-nnuh..."

Tails barely registered the harsh snicker of reply as she kissed him again, gently, almost apologetically. He closed his eyes as exhaustion washed over him. J-just let her do it. It's over. It's a bad dream...

She was so tender, now.

It was almost nice, from her.

Her lips pull away.

And come back.

Her tongue slips in again.

But it

It's sticky

it's

what is this

She forces her tongue deeper

Something comes with it

Slimy, bitter, overwhelmingly pungent

Sick

It's

It's so bad, he gags

She won't let him, holds his mouth with hers, holds his nose

Panic

He's going to be sick

He can't

She forces him

Swallows

It's sticking

Thick, won't go down

He forces it

Swallows  again...

Again...

She finally pulled away, letting the fox cough and retch.

"Hhgnnng...Hkkkch! S-uhk...S-s-al...s-"

Wicked laughter rang through the air as Fiona threw her head back in savage mirth. "AHA HAHAHA! Oh man, the look on your face! What's the matter, runt? Didn't like the taste?"

The princess stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. Her eyes still burned into Tails'. Harsher. Icy. Full of contempt. But not half as much disgust as what her words carried. "Who gave you permission to befoul royalty with your *filth*, wretch?"

The fox's blood ran cold, horror etched across his face. "You...you're not Aunt Sally..."

The rabbit's shaky voice called from behind him as his hands ached from being crushed between her thighs. "A-aaw shoot, ah w-was almost there. Guess the cat's outta the bag now, huh?"

Tails weakly looked up a the girls as "Bunnie" joined the others surrounding him, her body completely nude and legs slicked from her fun with the young fox's fingers. Tail's eyes went wide, not just from the sight of her uncovered breasts and slit. All four limbs, completely flesh-and-blood. Then that meant...

"Y-you're not Bunnie either....You're Anti-Freedom Fighters..."

 "And the genius finally figured it out!" Fiona mocked, ruffling his fur so roughly it rocked his head. "Only took you getting snowballed to do it, but better late than never!"

"O-ow, please, that hurts!"

"Aw, what's the matter? Baby doesn't like it rough?" The fox adopted a sarcastically mothering tone, untangling her hand from his bangs. "That's a shame, since I'm about to show you what some *real* fun's like."

Tails trembled, his reply shaky with fear. "R-real fun? I-I don't...just...please, it's enough, I wanna go home..."

"Oh my stars, he's just precious!" Creamy, sweaty breasts smothered his face once more, making the fox's labored breathing even more difficult. "Ooh, I can't wait, I wanna eat him up right now!"

Fiona shoved her out of the way, nearly knocking Tails over as the rabbit's arms were ripped from his head. "Back off, Buns. I got him here, I get dibs."

"That ain't fair!" came the furious reply. "Y'all took your sweet time with him when he was spark out, and the princess even got to have the first taste!"

"Yeah? Tough shit." The red fox narrowed her eyes with a confident smirk and a hand on her hips. "You've been slacking off lately, so you're bottom bitch for now."

Buns cocked a fist back, hackles raised and temper flared. "Why you smug sumbi-" As her punch flew full bore at the vixen, Fiona evaded nimbly, catching the hare's wrist and expertly folding it back behind her with a sidestep and a twist.

"Ah ah, missed me!" she hissed into Buns' ear, as the rabbit squirmed and cursed from the pain shooting through her shoulder. "Wow, those cow tits really slow you down, huh?" Her voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Scourge agrees, you know, and not just about your fat ass. You're on thin ice already. If he found out you were picking fights with me, well..." An evil giggle backed up Fiona's tormenting grip. "Good luck dodging that doorknob, know what I mean?"

"AAAGH! AH GET IT, I GET IT, LEGGO!" Buns cried out, feeling her joint creak disturbingly.

Fiona finally released her grip, kicking the rabbit away from her. "Good! Glad we got an understanding." Satisfied, she rounded on the terrified fox bound before her. "Now, where were we?" Her eyes flicked down, finding the disappointingly flaccid reminder she needed as Buns slunk away, nursing her arm and swearing under her breath. "Well, thanks to bubble butt over there, looks like you'll need some help getting back into the mood."

Tails shook his head violently, his tails curling under the stool in fearful reflex. "N-no, I don't want to! Please, PLEASE let me go! This isn't right, we shouldn't be doing this, we-!" His words faltered as Fiona lifted her top over her had, letting her perky, crimson-furred breasts bounce free of the confining leather. "I-I'm...j-just..."

Fiona ran her hands along her body, swaying her hips alluringly as her fingers traced slow, mesmerizing paths down her curves. "You're stuttering again...what's wrong?" She turned around, her tailtip teasing the young fox's nose as it flicked across his face, her leather-clad ass presented before him. "You used to follow me everywhere, like a little lovesick puppy." She unbuckled the belts around her waist, letting them slide past her hips down to the floor. "Probably beating off 'till you were raw, dreaming of my ass in that old skintight suit I wore back then." She slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her pants, casting a sultry glance behind her as she cooed. "Well, it's your lucky day, you little creep. You get to see the real deal, now." Fiona slid the taut leather down her thighs, revealing her firm, vermilion cheeks, peeling away the soaked-through yellow panties that matched her bow.

Tails gaped, her dripping pink snatch hovering above him, before he clamped his eyes shut and turned his head away in embarrassment, face turning a scarlet that rivaled Fiona's fur. "S-stop it! I'm too young, y-you shouldn't be showing me th-that!" he shouted at her, trying to block out the image before it could ingrain. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have looked, j-just please leave me alone!"

Fiona kicked the pants the rest of the way from her, turning back to face Tails impatiently. "Man, you're a pain, runt. Any other guy would kill to be where you sit right now, and all you do is whine, whine, whine." Tails could hear her come closer to him, his spine going rigid as he felt a glove take hold of his now-erect foxhood. "At least *one* part of you got with the program." She snapped her fingers towards the nearby chipmunk, who had had her eyes trained on Tails dispassionately. "Hey, stop standing around and make sure he pays attention. If he doesn't, make him regret it."

"What?! No, I said I don't want-OWW!" Tails felt a sharp pain in his wrist as his eyes shot open, the princess having bent it back sharply against the ropes. Tears stung his eyes again as Fiona snickered, the vixen lifting a leg and straddling the young fox's lap.

"I warned you to stay focused, didn't I? Now, look..." She spread herself open, he fingers parting her lips as Tails was forced to watch, her slit slowly easing towards his lower head.

"No...no please...I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Not like this, I didn't wan-ah-aaaaaahhhhhh!"

"Shut uuuuup," she crooned, as she slid Tail's shaft inside her, burying his length all the way to the hilt in one smooth, gliding motion. "There, you get to be a big boy, now."

Tails stood stock-still, breathless as warm, fluid comfort surged through his body, prickly heat sending his legs and tails alike twitching. Every shiver, every sliver of movement that cause him to shift inside her wracked him with another wave of sensation. "Un...nnn....nnahh..."

Fiona took his shoulders in her hands, a satisfied grin on her face. "Looks like you're mine, now, foxy. How was it? Getting your cherry popped felt good, right?"

Tails barely registered her words, as he tried to ignore the slippery tightness enveloping him. "I...I didn't...I didn't want to..."

The vixen rocked her hips firmly, drawing a sharp gasp from the fox as she aggressively ground against him. "Not what I'm feeling, runt." She began to pump her hips, Tails' member slipping from her before being swallowed up again as he whimpered in protest. "I keep telling you, just sit back and enjoy it."

Tails gasped as velvety folds gripped him, her lips unwilling to release as he watched Fiona bounce on his lap, guilt and embarrassment searing him. "Ungn! S-stop...Fi-Fiona....we *ah!* a-ah-aren't...n-not m-married *nnah!*"

"MARRIED?!" Fiona's shrill, mocking shout caused Tails' ears to flatten, his embarrassment magnifying tenfold as she laughed in his face. "Oh, that is *rich*, kid!" The stool ran slick with her nectars, pooling under Tails as her rhythm grew more intense. “I don't know what's f-funnier..." she continued breathlessly, "That you thought you ever st-stood a chance with me, or that when you finally scored, suddenly you don't want it!" Tears flowed freely down the fox's cheeks now, his heart shredded by each of the vixen's barbed taunts.

More.

Hurt *more*.

Fiona's hips bucked more fiercely, her grip on Tails' shoulders becoming painfully tight as she rode him, his teeth gritted as the repeated impact of her body against his smaller frame became less and less gentle. He willed himself to ignore her, ignore the stinging words, ignore the tightness building in his stomach again. He wanted to look away, to search for ways out, focus on anything other than the breasts bouncing in his face, the feeling of him being thrust inside her relentlessly, and how completely, utterly HELPLESS he was. He wished he anywhere else, he wanted to just stop existing. Someone, ANYONE, please...

He wished it was anyone else...

Anyone...

Li-Moon...they had only met for a short time...but she was so cute...and friendly...

Barby had kissed him...he didn't know why...but it made him feel funny...

Bunnie had saved him so many times...a-and h-her body...

A-and S-Sally...

A-Aunt S-Sally...

"I warned you, runt."

Fiona's hand slipped under his tails before he knew what was happening.

Hurt

It burned

IT HURT

IT HURT IT HURTITHURTITHURT

Tails thrashed underneath her, his hips bucking against her as her finger writhed inside of him.

"Fin-o-ohgod-Finally got some life in*nn!* you, huh?"

"STOP STOP IT HURTS TAKE IT OUT PLEASE IT HURRTS!!!" Tails spasmed as Fiona fought to stay mounted on him, the younger fox thrusting wildly as he tried to escape her. She prodded him relentlessly, the stinging pain and discomfort pushing all reason out of his mind, the tension between his legs spiraling out of control.

"Y-YEAH, RIGHT THERE, KEEP GOING, KID!" Fiona threw her head back as Tails slapped against her, forcing him to plunge deeper, scraping her folds as she felt his foxhood twitch inside her.

"I-I DON'T...I HATE IT, IT FEELS WEIRD, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOOOHOP!"

Her finger twisted.

Something changed.

It felt

It

Its

White

Hot

Everything’s white

It's shooting

It hurts

It's strange

Fiona shivered, feeling jets of something hot and sticky splash inside her as Tails’ eyes rolled back, his vision clouding while his tongue drooled onto his chest. "A-aaah, already?! Seriously?!" She kept her seat as Tails' seed emptied into her, his legs shaking uncontrollably as the mind-blanking enhanced orgasm ravaged his body. Shakily, she finally lifted herself off of the fox's lap, his member slipping from her as her hand did the same from behind him, a trickle of spunk seeping down her legs. "Damn, kid. Still had this much saved up?" She ran a finger along her thigh, rubbing a dollop of his jizz between her fingers. "And yet you *still* fail to satisfy. What a shame..." She brought the finger to her lips, holding it just before her tongue as she knelt down to Tails' eyes. "I really was enjoying it..."

The fox looked back at her, eyes unfocused, head barely stable as sheer exhaustion overtook him. "Wh...ruh...wha..." he stammered, fighting to form words from the fog of pain and afterglow.

Fiona smirked. "Not." Her finger flicked across Tails' tongue, sending him reeling back as the overpowering taste filled his head again.

"GNNNHHN!"

"Aahahaha, oh man, what a riot..." She saunters off to a ripped up, legs wobbling slightly as she plopped down on the ripped-up loveseat across from the bed. "Your turn, whoever wants him. I don't care which."

"About time!" Buns was immediately in her second wind, working furiously to undo the knots binding tails to the stool. Finally, the ropes around his ankles and hands went slack, pins and needles shooting through his arms as they fell slack to his sides. The rabbit scooped him into her arms, Tails too weak to fight back as she nestled him against her bosom. "Aww, he's all tuckered already. Like a little doll." She carried him over the bed, laying out his panting form on the mattress, leaving his head propped on a pillow. "Don't worry, I'm gonna take *real* good care of-"

"Buns, move."

The princess had snuck behind the hare, her flat, harsh tone causing Buns to jump. "WOAH! Lands sakes, princess, ya about had me scared witless!" Wordlessly, the chipmunk climbed up onto the bed, coming alongside the prone fox.

"Wh-hol' on now, I've earned my-my..." Her protests quavered under the sharp glare shot back at her, cut sapphire irises daring her to put up another fight. "My...shoot. Fine." She backed off, pulling up a chair to straddle as she looked on, dejectedly. "Try to save me *some* fun, y'hear?"

"Bottoooom biiiiiiiiiitch~!" came the singsong taunt from the loveseat.

"Go ta hell, Fiona."

Meanwhile, the princess had laid on top of Tails, her body weighing down his as her cold gaze transfixed him. Already short of breath, her chest made his work all the harder as he tried to think straight again. His vision swam.

She's heavy...

You can barely breathe.

You can't stop her.

She's straddling you, her arms pinning you down.

You're scared.

Are you dreaming again?

Or is this a nightmare...?

Her tongue entwined with his, hands on either side of his face as he lamely laid still, her unflinching gaze not pulling away for a moment. Had he the strength, he's be cowering under the intensity of that chilling glare. But now, he could barely move a muscle, even if he dared to.

"Embrace me, fool."

Tails' ears perked in shock at the biting order. While the voice was the same, it held none of the compassion, none of the tenderness, of the Sally he knew. Trembling, he wrapped his arms around her back as she buried her face in his shoulder, her breasts sweeping his chest as she huffed deep breaths from his nape and nipped along his collar. Tails felt himself stir further below, felt the heat emanating between her legs as she sat up, straddling him. Shame burned deep within Tails as she tossed her wild crimson locks behind her, no longer obscuring the sumptuous, supple curves of her breasts from view. He tried to cover his eyes as he felt himself bump against her backside, tender, sensitive flesh nestling in between her cheeks.  In no less commanding a tone, she barked more orders at the fox. "Touch me."

Tails' clamped his hands tighter over his face, tears seeping through his gloves as he whimpered back. "Please...no more...I'm so tired..."

"Don't you *dare* ignore my orders, wretch." Tails' wrists were wrenched apart, his tear-stained eyes forced to meet with hers once more as his voice raised to shrill panic.

"Y-you're hurting me! Please, I'm begging you, please let me go! Please, *please* Aunt Sal-*****!"

Tails' hands were freed, just long enough for him to scrabble at the hands tightly around his throat. Stars winked in his vision, but none as bright or as terrifying as the chips of polar night that burned straight through him.

"Never, *never* call me by that name. You will address me as Alicia or your Highness, or I'll make sure you never see home again. Have I made myself clear?"

Tails' vision blurred as his eyes began to roll back, consciousness fading as me managed a weak nod. With that, the vicegrip on his neck disappeared, allowing a rush of fresh air back into his lungs in a hollow wheeze as the mists and darkness dispersed. He took deep, shuddering breaths as Alicia settled back over his waist, positioning herself over his still-rigid member. With unflinching smoothness, she slid the young fox's length inside her, bracing her arms against his chest.

"Nn-nnaaaaaaaaahhhhh..."

Tails' breath left him in one long exhalation, the viselike tightness of the princess's lower lips sending a conflicting mix of immense pleasure and uncomfortable soreness shooting throughout his painfully sensitive foxhood. Alicia sighed, taking a moment to appreciate the sensation of fullness, her back arching as she felt him twitch and shiver inside her.

"Nnnn...Satisfactory. Now..." The hard edge crept back into her voice. "Touch. Me."

Tails fearfully, hesitantly leaned forward, tear-and-spit-sodden hands gingerly taking hold of a breast apiece. They were soft, not as plush as Buns', but with plenty of pliable give to them. Unsure of what to do, Tails gently squeezed them, his fingers shaking as they dug into yielding flesh. Alicia's hips began to lift and fall, Tails' breath hitching with discomfort each time as she came back down on his beaten and sore torso. Each time he slid out of her, her walls clung to him, gripping tightly until he plunged back into her depths, setting his teeth on edge. Tails never imagined something that felt so good could hurt so much, but every time her ass slammed his hips against the mattress, it was all he could do not to sob out loud. "Mmm....nnnn! *hic* Haaa...aaaaa..."

All the while, Alicia kept her gaze transfixed on the feeble form underneath her. Sniveling. Hands limply at her sides, breasts forgotten as he weakly tried to lessen the impact of each stroke.

Pathetic.

Contemptible.

Disappointing.

"Pathetic," she repeated, out loud, her voice dripping with frigid disdain. "It seems that you expect *me* to do all the work." Tails blinked in dazed confusion, looking up at her as she readjusted herself to be in between his legs, his shaft angled awkwardly forward as she pushed his knees back towards his stomach.

"O-ow...wha...what are you...dooUGHN!" The fox's question was swiftly answered as her hips crashed down on his backside, the powerful position allowing her to thrust against him hard and fast as she held his legs in place. "AH-AH-AAAH! OW, OW, AGH! Y-YAAOW, Y-OUR...NNH! YOUR HIGHAGH! THAT HURTS! IT HURTS! YO-OW! YOU'RE GONNA BR-AAOW!"

Alicia paid him no need as her backside gyrated back and forth, each motion slapping wetly against the fox as she pounded him pitilessly. Buns knelt at the edge of the bed, transfixed by the display of dominance before her. "Wow, lookit her go. That boy's gonna be walkin' more crooked than a cross-eyed cricket by the time she's through..."

Tails tried his best to shimmy out from under her to no avail; her grip on his legs was too strong, and his body too tired to fight back as Alicia ruthlessly fucked the daylights out of him. He could barely feel his lower body anymore, ravaged badly enough by the fox vigorously fingering herself on the loveseat, lip bitten and eagerly watching as Tails was reduced to freely sobbing under the brunt of the princess's weight. The one part of him that hadn't yet been cowed into submission, still firmly being worked by tight, silken smoothness, began to twitch in preparation.

Panicking, Tails cried out as the tension in his stomach built at breakneck speed. "Pr-princess...stop...I'm gonna...again..."

"Good," growled in reply. He pace slowed not one bit.

Tails' mind whirled. But...if he...in her...his textbooks said...she'd...sh-she would...

"B-but...Th-that means...y-you'll..." Tails fretted, trying once more to scramble back, to withdraw before it was too late.

"O-oh? Is the pipsqueak about t-to cum again?" Fiona called from the couch, her body shuddering as she neared her own climax. "Buns, g-get outta the way, I w-wanna watch her give himself a facial!"

"Forget that, ah wanna taste myself!" Buns stood up, reaching over to grab Tails' member at the moment he crossed the edge.

"I told you to BACK OFF!" Alicia snarled, causing the rabbit to snatch back her hand as if the chipmunk had lunged to bite it. Tails found himself drawn against the princess's body, plunged to the hilt in her as the rush of adrenaline and ecstatic euphoria caused the tightness in his stomach to release slow, pulsing gushes deep into her royal womb. His legs and tails wrapped around her reflexively, his head falling listlessly against her shoulder. Breathlessly, she whispered into his ear.

"You finished?"

He nodded, a soft sob escaping him.

"Look at me."

Worn to the bone, the surprising lack of harshness in her voice bid him to act nonetheless. He raised his head, looking into her eyes. Something was different.

Something that scared him more than the coldness.

"Say I'm beautiful."

Tails mouth moved wordlessly at first, confusion flitting across his face before he spoke. "Y-you're beautiful..."

The intensity of her stare intensified, deepening the fox's unease. "Pledge yourself to me, your Prin-..." Her lips brushed past his brow, seeking his ear as her tone lowered ever further. "Your Queen."

His voice trembled even more than his afterglow and exhaustion-riddled body. "I-I-I p-p-pledge," he swallowed hard. "M-m-my qu...qu-queen..."

Tails' hearing was strained to the brink, her next words just barely audible.

"Tell me you love me..."

"...I..."

"Say it." Her hiss was needy, demanding.

Desperate.

That's what he had seen.

"I-I-I...."

She leaned back.

A moment of expectant pleading still softening her features.

Tails couldn't find his voice as he looked helplessly up at her.

"..."

And then it was gone.

Replaced by immutable, overwhelming disgust and hatred.

She flung the fox from her, sending him skidding across the bed and thwacking against the carved headboard. Tails yelped in surprise and pain, crumpling face down as Alicia departed the bed, retrieving her folded clothes from the loveseat next to Fiona. Slumped back in post-climax giddiness, Fiona shot her a cheeky grin.

"Man, you sure know how to work that family ass, huh? Pretty sure they felt you rocking his world back on Mobius."

Wordlessly, Alicia got dressed, taking a chair and setting it near the door, taking a seat to listen out for anyone approaching.

Fiona shifted her position, stretching her body across the cushions so she could face the princess while laying on her stomach, her tails swishing in amusement over her bare body. "Got pretty interesting at the end, there," she teased. "Getting him to say you were pretty, and calling you queen..." Her smile grew all the more devilish as she continued. "Veeery interesting....So...just *who* were you thinking of, then? 'Cause I'm betting it's another two-tailed fr-"

"Fuck off." The princess' tone was flat. Curt. Threatening.

"Fine, fine..." Fiona rolled over, propping herself up with an arm to have a better view of the bed as Buns eagerly clambered up it, advancing on Tails like a starving animal. "I'll pay it no mind, for now. Just don't go filling the kid's head with weird, seditious ideas, got it?"

Buns picked up the still- motionless fox, setting him gently on his back with pillows propping up his head. “Bless your heart, they sure rode you hard an’ put you away wet, sugah.” She caressed the panting fox’s chest, laying alongside him and cuddling him like he was her personal stuffed toy. “Like I said, I’m gonna give ya some tender lovin’ care…” She planted kisses on his tear-streaked cheeks, snuggling him against her prominent chest as quick pecks dotted his brow. Any fight still left in the fox was long gone, drained physically and emotionally, as he numbly allowed himself to be handled like a doll. She oohed and aahed over the softness of his tails, using a fuzzy tuft to tickle her breasts, looking for any hint of fluster in the boy’s face as she giggled and suggestively licked the tip.

Nothing.

“Shoot. That tuckered, huh?” she muttered, frustrated. “Well, ah know what’ll perk any growin’ boy right up!” She untangled herself from him, swinging a leg over him, straddling his body, striking a model’s pose as she proudly presented her pendulous breasts before him with her arms behind her head. “Well? Bigger’n most you’ve seen, I bet!” She gave them a tempting jiggle, swaying her body slightly as her ass ground against his crotch.

A brief flit of pain across his face, and nary a twitch from his nethers.

“DAD BURN IT!” Buns fumed, her teasing allure dropping in an instant. “I told y’all to save me a piece, and now he ain’t worth knockin’ in the head!”

Fiona’s lazy voice floated over from the couch. “Yeah, ‘cause you always get carried away and break ‘em in too hard. Getting sloppy seconds sucks, don’t it?”

Grumbling, Buns shifted further down the mattress, taking a laying position between the fox’s legs. “Well, lucky for *y’all*, us country gals know how to make do.” Taking Tails’ still-soft member in her fingers, she gave it a few slow, gentle pumps, caressing underneath with her free hand. While she delicately worked his shaft, she ran her tongue along the very tip, using light, gentle flicks to tease and tickle. Buns did not have to wait long; as she softly suckled his lower head, continuing to probe the tip inside her mouth, the boy’s foxhood began to spring back to life as she crooned in satisfaction.

“Aww, there we go. Just took a lady’s touch, is all,” she murmured, before bobbing her head down all the way to the hilt, letting his tip tickle the back of her mouth as she thoroughly washed every inch of his length with her tongue. It twitched and jumped , bumping against the roof of her mouth, unable to escape the moist, warm prison it was confined it. Satisfied that Tails was at full mast once more, she raised her head, letting the saliva-slicked rod pop from her mouth, strands of spit still connecting them. “Ah think that’ll do it!” She sat up, wiping her mouth as she resumed her prone position next to the fox, spreading her legs and holding her lips open for him eagerly. “Alright, hon, rarin’ an’ ready to go! Get in here an’ really mess me up!”

Tails responded slowly, automatically, too tired to process what was happening, only vaguely aware of what he was doing. He climbed on top of her with the fumbling weakness of a newborn kitten, driven only by the instinctual hope that once she was satisfied, he’d finally be able to rest. Tails braced himself against her body, his hands sinking into her breasts like they were quicksand as she needily urged him on. “Oooh, that’s right, sugah, give ‘em a good squeeze! You won’t find better nowhere!” With her legs, she guided him towards her, lining him up as his hips sank against hers, plunging his member deep into her in one go. Buns yelled raucously, her whole body shuddering in long-denied pleasure. “Y-y-yessssss…oh god, finally! Ah been waitin’ all day for ya to get that cute little thing in me. Now, ride me good and hard, y’hear?!”

Tails pushed back.

Withdrew.

Eased forward.

All the way in.

Withdraw.

Thrust, slowly.

In.

Out.

In.

In.

In……..

Tails found himself collapsed against her chest, her fur damp from his ragged, hot breath, Buns rolling her eyes as she tutted above him.

“Tch. Jus’ my luck,” she groaned, sitting up and letting the fox slide off of her like a limp noodle. “First decent catch in a coon’s age and he’s got all th’ grit of a wet floursack.” She takes him by the shoulders, her tone impatient as she stared him down. “You got it in ya to stand for just a second?” Still in an exhausted daze, Tails gave a single nod of reply.

“Good. Hol’ still.”

The fox found himself propped against the headboard, trying his best to hold himself up while Buns leaned against him, ass hiked in the air with her head down as she guided his aching foxhood back inside of her. “Oooh…there we go. Now ya ain’t gotta worry about a thing, save holdin’ on and enjoyin’ the ride.”

Tails panted out a question.“R….ide….?” Before he could inquire further, the wind was knocked from his chest, her hips crashing against him as he was slammed back into the hard wood of the headboard. Before he had a moment to collect himself, another blow sent his head flying back, making his neck crick painfully.

Buns pumped her hips without regard to the fox behind her, eyes fluttering and tongue rolling as she let her passions take over her body. “A-a-a-ah ye-a-a-a-ah th-th-a-a-t’s mo-o-re li-i-i-i-ke i-i-i-it…” her staccato rhythm breaking her speech apart. Tails quickly slumped forward over her backside, saving at least his back and head from further punishment as he scrabbled around her chest for a solid hold. Buns bit her lip as she pounded the fox’s throbbing rod deeper into her, pleasantly surprised by the sudden attention her breasts were getting. “O-o-oh ho-o-on, mo-o-ore, r-r-ou-gh-er!” The fox clung on for dear life as all the aches and pains built up in his body resonated with the others, making him feel like he was being beaten to a pulp. As the rabbit’s inner walls worked him, he could feel the tinges of the familiar pressure slowly building.

Hurry.

Please, hurry.

He wanted to finish.

He wanted to let it out.

Hurry.

He wanted it to be over with.

Just let it be over.

He felt himself clench.

Please.

It hurt.

After so many times, it hurt.

Tails felt something hot shoot into her, once, twice.

Finally.

He settled against her back, grateful it was over.

Until the next resounding impact shattered his reverie.

Tails cried out as best he could in panicked confusion. He’d finished…why was she still going? “B-Buns…what’s…why…?” If his words reached her, she showed no sign of it, or of slowing, her head turned to the side, eyes unfocused, drool soaking the bedspread as she succumbed to the thrill of young meat filling her over and over. Tails called out again and again as his painfully-sensitive member continued to be ravaged by her ceaselessly-pounding hips, despair growing within him.

There would be no reprieve.

Her insides clenched around him, forcing another few spurts of seed from him.

Tails’s eyes glazed over from the sickening ache in his stomach.

He’d given up trying to get through to her. He just hoped he’d still be whole by the time she was through with him.

Tails lost track of time.

Lost track of how many times her body painfully milked him.

Lost track of how often her body would shudder under him.

Until finally…

“Whew…mercy me, that was a helluva time…” Buns shakily let herself lie flat, the lump of unresponsive fur slipping off her and onto the bed next to her. She gave him an affectionate pat and a kiss on the cheek before rolling onto her back, stroking her lower stomach, appreciating the tingly warmth spreading through her. “Still wish I coulda had the first shot at ya, but it weren’t half bad, considerin’.”

“Hey, look on the bright side, Buns.” Fiona took a seat on the bed next to her, her second wind long since filled her sails. “Night’s still young, and I’ve still got *so* much more fun planned.”


Buns giggled dreamily, tucking her arms behind her head as she finally caught her breath. “You and yer toybox…just mind ya don’t go *too* crazy, y’hear? I wanna play with this one a good, long time.”

“No promises!” the vixen snickered back, waving a hand to the princess still sulking in the corner. “Yo, Alicia, you want in?”

“…I’ll think about it.”

Fiona shrugged, getting up to go fetch her collection. “Suit yourself~!”




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Much later...

 A sharp knock rattles the door, the rust-cracked handle jiggling once before breaking off entirely as the once-ornate wooden slab creaks open, pushed aside by a stern-looking coyote sporting an eyepatch and a well-cared-for frock coat.

"Allo...? Princess? Fiona? Scourge has been calli-ZUT ALORS!"

The coyote's jaw dropped, left speechless at the spectacle before him.

Her back to him, Fiona sat nude in a half-broken chair. Leather thongs of a strap-on pinching in her curves as she cackled maniacally.

On top of her, a young, two-tailed fox, blindfolded, hands tied, gagged with a pair of yellow panties stuffed into his mouth as the vixen forced his near-ragdoll body to bounce in her lap.

In front of her, Buns milked the boy's cock with her mouth and breasts, greedily stroking it with gusto as her tongue teased and circled the tip.

"C'mon, c'mon! I know ya ain't empty yet! Jus' one...more...yesss!" Thin spurts of semen splashed onto her face and cleavage, her tongue eagerly catching all it could.

The coyote stood transfixed, unable to tear away his gaze away from the rabbit as she complained about the consistency and taste of the sticky fluids she so greedily swallowed.

 It was a harsh growl frown the corner of the room behind him that set him on full alert, his hackles raising at the familiar, commanding tone.

"We're busy, Patch. Get lost." Alicia didn't bother to look up at him, instead watching the debauchery before her as if it were a rerun she'd seen a dozen times before.

"Is that ol' Patch?!" Buns looked back towards the door, just now noticing the new visitor.

"Wh...Patch is...here?" Fiona panted over her shoulder, letting Tails go slack and giving her arms a moment to rest. "God...damn, princess...weren't you keeping an...ear out?"

"Sorry. Hard to hear over the screeching of bitches in heat." While Fiona lazily flipped her the bird, Alicia turned her attention back to Patch, who was once again staring at Buns as she sucked the last drops of seed from the fox's drooping member. "What do you want, Patch? Don't tell me you're going to beg to be let back in the kitchen again."

"Hah! As if!" Fiona scoffed. "You heard the boss. 'If that frog-leg fairy so much as *looks* at my primo stash again, I'll make him REALLY need that lame patch of his!' So make like a tree and get the hell out, Patch."

 "Aw, come on. Bet he heard us an' wanted a piece. Don't ya, big boy..?" Buns fluttered her eyelashes alluringly, squeezing her glazed breasts together with her arms. "Always room for one more..."

"Non, I..." Patch faltered, unable to tear his eyes away. "Ze boss, he is calling for toi, Fiona, and ze Princesse as well."

An overdramatic sigh heaved from the vixen, her words laced with annoyance. "I *told* him I was gonna be busy today..." She craned her neck around to where she could see Alicia, imploring facetiously. "Oh princess? Since you look ever-so-entertained over there, it wouldn't be too much of a bother if you'd cover for me, would it?"

Alicia huffed, standing from the chair as she stretched. "Fine. Better than watching your diddle your new toy, anyway." As she left the room, she paused alongside Patch, hissing in his ear. "I don't think I have to tell you what'll happen if breath a word of this to *anyone*."

Patch shook his head, swallowing hard. "N-non." he croaked, as he turned to leave with her.

"Aw, yer leaving? I was needin' someone fresh, this well's about dry, I think." she whined, smearing the watery spunk from her body with one of the fox's tails.

"I-I should be seeing zat ze boss does not need anyzing else. E-excusez moi..." Patch quickly turned to leave, Fiona's mocking snicker ringing in his ears.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Scourge was right, you *are* a little fairy coward."

"Hmm~m… Durn shame. I wouldn've minded havin' double the fun for once...maybe getting my roast spit, y'know?"

"...You're such a slut, Buns."

The rabbit simply giggled in reply, licking a stray drop of fox seed from her lips.





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That night.....

The formal royal dungeons were cold.

Silent, save for the slow drip of groundwater seeping through cracks in the masonry.

But tonight, something else broke the grave-still quiet of the dank catacombs.

Someone turned an ill-gotten key in the heavy steel lock.

Hinges slowly creaked open, setting already-chattering teeth on edge.

A lamp burned in the darkness, held aloft over the extinguishing damp.

Deft footsteps padded their way down the stone steps, creeping down the mold-slicked, cell-lined halls.

Until finally arriving at the very last lockup. Gloved hands gripped the bars as a single, searching eye pierced the gloom.

Patch could hear ragged sobs from the back of the cell as he fumbled for the keys. Finally, he popped open the lock with a click, yanking the door open and swiftly entering the chamber. He stumbled over rusted manacles as he finally found what he sought, but knew he wasn't prepared for.

"...Tails?"

A curled ball of sodden, orange fur shivered pitifully on a threadbare cot chained to the far wall, hiccuped mewls issuing from the child irregularly. He scooted away from the harsh, eye-stinging light, covering his face with his still-sticky tails as he murmured plaintively.

"...g...way..."

Patch set the lamp on the floor, taking a knee before the cot and speaking as gently as he could. "Tails...listen, S'il vous plaît. I am here to get you out."

More whimpering. "Nn...no...plea...no more..."

"Non...zat is not..." The coyote sighed, his heart heavy with guilt. "What I am meaning is zat I am *freeing* you."

The fox lifted his tails, the coyote finally see Tails' face as his heart shattered like spun glass.

Twin streaks of matted fur on his cheeks. Bangs plastered to his face with dried fluids. Abrasions worn into his wrists and ankles. Bruises covering his neck and lower body.

And his eyes.

Hollow, deadened.

Haunting.

Empty of innocence.

Tears from the coyote's eyes flowed freely as the threw his arms around the fox, sorrow and apologies streaming from him in a tongue foreign to Tails. The fox stammered in confusion, unable to push away from the embrace in the slightest.

"Wh...Patch...why...you're crying..."

With a deep sniff and shake of his head to steel his resolve, the coyote faced Tails, his voice still quavering with emotion. "I...am not zis "Patch" ze uzzers mistake me for." With a free hand, he removed the eyepatch from his face and flaked off the false scar above his left cheek, revealing a completely functional, undamaged eye. "You recognize zis fuelish coward of a royal guardsman, non?"

"A-Antoine?!" Even shouting, the fox could barely manage above a hoarse whisper. "Wh-how...why are you here?"

Antoine held a finger to his lips, shushing the fox as his keen ears trained for the sounds of anyone that may have followed him. "It is long story, and zere is no time to waste. We must get you out, while the uzzers sleep." He handed Tails the lantern before scooping him up into his arms. "Quickly, quietly like ze quiet mouse, je l'ai?

Still reeling from the sight of a friendly face, Tails nodded, gripping the lantern handle as tightly as he could. Staggering slightly under the fox's weight, Antoine carried him back through the dungeon and up the stairs, heading back through the crusty door into the castle proper and abandoning the lantern on the top of the stairs. Sticking to the shadows and paths-less-traveled, the pair skulked their way through the dilapidated palace until Antoine reached his intended destination, Anti-Rotor's science lab. After a cursory peek to make sure the coast was clear, they both snuck inside, Antoine setting Tails on his feet before a huge machine, a pair of star-spangled posts just adjacent to it. Antoine wiped sweat from his brow, breathing a sigh of relief. "Ahoo...zat was so racking of nerves...but hard part is over, non? You would know how to work zis, oui?

Tails stumbled over to the controls, experimentally flipping switches as the machine hummed to life. "Yes...I think so...Rotor and I had been making something just like this back home...so it should use the same control scheme..." With a few keystrokes, energy crackled between the two posts, causing the lights in the lab to dim as Antoine chuckled nervously. "Ah ha ha ha...maybe zey will not notice?"

"It won't matter," Tails rebutted as he finished inputting the coordinates of Mobius Prime. "By the time they get here, we'll be long gone and not far from home!" The fox pushed back from the console triumphantly and the hum of electricity intensified, the energy coalescing into a shimmering, widening ring. Just beyond, Tails could see the faint hints of dawn breaking over the treeline of the Great Forest. "Come on, it's almost ready!"

"Right behind you!"

"Don't move a muscle...."


From the shadows behind the door, a crimson-figure slunk out, voice sending a bitter chill though Tails, freezing him in place. Antoine spat out a curse as his sword flashed into his hand. "Fils de pute."

"F-Fiona."

The vixen hissed in reply, a heavy metal bat poised over her shoulder, ready to swing. "Where do you think *you're* going, runt? You think you can get away that easy, when we can just hop worlds at any time now?" she threatened before turning her attention to the coyote. "And what's this? A traitor in our midst?" Antoine's gaze darted over his shoulder, careful to keep the left side of his face away from her. "I always knew you were yellow, Patch," she chuckled evilly, "but I didn't take you for the jealous type, too."

"Ah, la dame, she is right. I am ze jealous type. Especially of zis littel fox."

Tails mumbled, trying to whisper to Antoine. "Wh-what are you...?"

"Tell her, I am sorry."

With a nimble spin, Antoine booted Tails through the fully-formed portal, the fox tripping over his feet and tumbling to the ground safely on the other side. Within the same movement, Antoine let his blade fly. Delicate paneling and intricate circuitry was no match for the honed steel edge of a sabre.

"NO!"

The raucous shouts from foxes on either side of him rang in his ears as smoke and sparks poured from the console, the energy forming the portal dissipating from existence as Tails desperately scrambled to his feet. Before he could even take one step, the cross-dimensional gateway was gone. Relieved, Antoine looked back over to Fiona.The fox smiled at him, letting the bat rest jauntily on her shoulder as she spoke. "Do you know...how long it took to build that generator?"

"Non."

"Do you want to guess...what the boss is going to do to you when he finds out?"

"Non."

"Do you want to know..." Her bat lifted again, grip tightening as she spoke through a clenched grin. "What you're going to do for me to make sure he doesn't?"

"Oui."

"Good." She hummed sweetly. "Hold still."

"D'accord."

He stood perfectly motionless as Fiona approached him.

But as the bat hurtled through the air, Antoine turned his head slightly.