“This cock right here, you’re not fucking me with it, got it?”

i actually find stereotypes comforting. they always end up being true.

“I’ll suck you off and that’s about as far as I’ll go. I’ll leave it alone after that. The rest of you is all mine.”

it’s hard to remember myself as an uptight son of a bitch, homophobic and sexually repressed. did that old me ever really exist?

“Just so we’re clear on everything. I know how some of you broads love to fuck guys in the ass. Like a sort of sick payback. Well, not with me.”

“Enough already. She can’t even hear you.”

i know at some point in my life i did a complete 180, finding a new and comfortable way of thinking that i stick with today. it’s gotten me this far so i guess it’s the best i can hope for.

“I know. I just… always wanted to say that.”

the hyena whore i’m about to fuck is drugged up on ecstasy and heroin, some downers and uppers, and she’s probably already been fucked and sucked for the night. i can wine and dine, though. it’s not like i’ve never had sloppy seconds before.

“Let me get the equipment hooked up.”

we’ll be gone before she even wakes up. it’s how we save money for the machinery and appliances. and the hotel room. this week it’s The Hilton, a nice place but it only has three floors. i’d feel much safer if i were higher up, a false sense of security grown from watching The Jetsons too much.

Tails is here alone with me tonight. Sonic had some business to take care of or some shit, so he’s out for the evening. this is already turning out to be a waste of my time.

a sigh escapes me. “Let’s get this over with…”

i start to lick and suck on her dick but nothing’s happening. she’s coated with a sweetener but it tastes fake and masking to me, makes me even more nauseous. these prostitutes do anything to give the illusion that you’re the first they’re fucking. they even vacuum their walls shut and flex as much as possible to stay tight.

i don’t even see what the point of this is, really. sucking off a female hyena. they only piss out of it, anyway, can’t climax, and i’m not even sure if it feels good period. may as well be a urethra sticking out of them, no skin or muscle. so why the fuck do it?

“Come on, man, just let her fuck you.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that, genius?!” i point the limp, pathetic thing at him.

“Get better at foreplay, maybe?”

“Foreplay is a talent, not a skill, asshole. And second, why the fuck am I even doing this tonight? What’s Sonic doing that’s so damn important?”

“What’s wrong, cancel some dates for this?”

“Son of a bitch…”

i’m not sure how old Tails is, but he already seems like a pro. a 15 or 16-year-old porn star, getting ready to surpass his mentor. that’s what i hate about him the most.

but anyway, i continue fucking her, or tying to, anyway. the lights are dark once again and there’s nothing neon nearby to give me enough light. ten minutes pass and already the skin on my balls feel rough and calloused. she’s so out of it that she’s not even getting wet. i consider trying the ass but i could get an infection without a condom or lubrication.

enough.

“Fuck this.” i start getting off. the bed doesn’t squeak all that much. “I’m not getting shit here.”

“Wait a fucking minute! We’re just getting started, here!”

“What do you expect me to do, spit on her every ten seconds? Kick her in the stomach a couple of times and hope she has some piss left in her? Fuck that. I’m leaving.”

“You haven’t even done the mouth yet!” he gets up with me as i start looking for my pants, trying to block my only exit. his voice seems frantic for some reason. “And I brought… some… stuff…”

“Oh, right, like that’s gonna keep me from leaving. What is it this time? Knives?”

“… No, no, nothing like that, just… lube and… condoms…”

“What… you had lube this entire time and you didn’t tell me?! What the fuck?!” he can’t see my face but i shoot him a glare anyway, also searching for the brown paper bag. see if he’s lying.

“Yeah… sorry.”

… was… was that a genuine apology I just heard?

…

“Well… don’t let it happen again.” a degree of coy curiosity seeps its way into my voice. what the fuck is going on here? is this another game?

“You’re just so easy to fool…” he takes a couple of steps towards me, and i swear i can see him smiling. “So… simple…”

it happens almost too fast for me to register, but suddenly he’s up in my arms and i’m tonguing the inside of his mouth, playing with his teeth, sucking. my hands clamped around his ass, slipping into his pants, his arms around my neck. his fur is so soft that i go hard instantly.

there’s something… i don’t know what, but something about those buckets with fur. something undeniably sexy about them. nothing could deter me from wanting them, even when my friends and family warned me about them, how they naturally stink, how hairy they are, so on and so forth. i disregarded it all. skin is much, much worse to me. skin can stain and bruise too easily for me. moles and imperfections that are just too distracting sometimes. counterproductive.

fur, soft and perfect, well, I’d take that any day.

“Tails…”

i’d fuck it no matter what. wish I had it myself, actually…

together, we fall on the bed, rolling over on the prostitute, pushing her off, getting the bed for ourselves. his muzzle makes his way almost to the middle of my cheeks, and he has a long tongue, my hand pressing the back of his head, pushing deeper. the air from his nostrils tickles my right ear. he’s breathing hard.

we’re pushing against each other, fighting, struggling. barely breaking contact his shirt comes off. slower, so do his pants. his fabled two tails come free, flapping and in fact almost twirling.

a moment ago i hated his guts and now i’m ready to fuck his brains out. there’s just something about Tails that makes him like this, an arousing, male Lolita quality to him. he really could make a living as a porn star and make some serious bank. he’s extremely marketable, great body, perfect size for any and all situations and partners. a modeling career just wouldn’t be enough.

merely calling him attractive isn’t even good enough.

i’m on top when i pull away, his spit slicked all over my face. his tails are wrapped around my legs and his legs are wrapped around my waist. my erect dick is resting against his waist and all i feel is fur.

“How?”

there’s a short time before he answers, in the form of letting go of me and turning on his stomach. his knees bend slightly and he gives me leverage to get inside.

the tail usually isn’t a big deal to get past, but this time it’s a little trickier. i’ve never fucked someone with two tails before, let alone two that could twirl. still, it’s not unpleasant and quite exotic, really, like this is a privilege, just another reason to be jealous.

the thin outline of his ass rams into me slowly at first, then slowly picking up pace. Tails has his face jammed into the pillow, biting it, so his cries are muffled. they soon stop anyway, though, as the pace picks up. we didn’t even need to use any lubricant.

something else the masses don’t want to believe, and trust me, i have a million of them, is that an ass can generate lubrication too. i mean, shit, glands do exist there too. a substance similar to woman juice, and the two can even smell similar at times, generates in small doses to help the passage of rough objects and shit and such, and this leads me to believe that the only reason nobody can orgasm there is because of a non-existent urethra.

the masses, “They,” would all just like to believe, and continue believing, that the back way is a road never to be traveled, except by newlyweds and maybe sadistic senior citizens. whatever.

but the pace increases, like always, and typical cries of encouragement escape Tails’ lips. my hands wrap around the front of his thighs and i pull towards myself as hard as I can.

“… fuck me… that’s it… harder… harder…”

how is he doing this?

suddenly, his legs give out and we collapse on the bed. i don’t stop the pace however, no, no, fuck no, he started this, so we’re finishing it. i stay inside and move my left hand to his crotch, my right around his neck. at first, he tries to get up or block me with his tails, but gives in and joins in once again. his hands come back around to grab my ass and he helps me thrust. while my right hand squeezes his chest and my mouth sucks and kisses the back and side of his neck, my left hand searches. i keep a steady humping rhythm, all the while searching for an erection, warmth, ANYTHING, please, please, come on, progress, this has to yield progress, oh no, i can feel the encroaching flexing of an orgasm, the pace quick and fast and speeding up even faster, so my hand searches more frantically as i bite him in frustration, fuck you, Tails, so sexy and you can’t even get an-

huh!

there!

warmth.

increasing warmth.

my hand stays there as a skin shaft rises out of his body. Tails’ tails stand straight on end and he bite’s the pillow so hard that i can hear it tear. his ass flexes and clamps me in, halting the rhythm. time stops.

“We have to keep going.” i whisper, and he nods, almost frightened.

we start again, right where we left off, my orgasm still approaching. now, i’m doing everything i can to delay it, thinking of dead animals and my mother and dead sister buried in a hotel across town and cold shit and everything else, because if i shoot too early, we’re done for and i’m too tired to try and eat him out. this is it or nothing else.

his fingernails dig further in and i thrust and thrust and thrust, biting his ear and squeezing and even trying to jerk off the increasing heat, and the bump of the skin increases, and yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES! it emerges, slick and throbbing, growing, and i laugh triumphantly, but i don’t dare halt this, just keep jerking and jerking and jerking, moaning now, the tails wrapping around my back, my right hand taking his on my butt and gripping it tight. my left grips tight around his shaft, also adequately and surprisingly lubricated, and i fuck him hard with both ends of us in perfect synch, my orgasm coming, coming, oh god, oh god, here it comes, and i bite hard on his shoulder as i empty myself inside of him, one final long thrust and the bed smacks into the wall so hard that it knocks the clock off of the bedside table. unconsciously i stop jerking him and breathe hard into his back, my sweat and drool all over him. i can’t tell if he made it or not, but regardless, this is a big step. forwards or backwards, well, we’ll have to wait and see…

with the door opening and Sonic coming into the room, with light pouring in on the both of us, with the orgasm done and over with, the aftereffects flood in. the thoughts.

did i do the right thing?

have i done the right thing in teaching them this?

will this just cause more problems?

“Hey, guys, what’s up? You two wrestling again?”