[center][b]Happy Juice[/b]
by [name]JustLurking[/name][/center]

Miles ‘Tails’ Prower hummed an upbeat rendition of ‘Hall of the Mountain King’ as he worked.  The melody bounced around the tornado’s engine space before escaping to the wider hanger.  It wasn’t a massive hanger, but since Sonic only had the one plane it didn’t have to be.

Tails’ rear end hung from the lip of the engine compartment.  His two tails swaying back and forth contentedly.  He loved the tornado’s weekly maintenance.  No one understood the old biplane like he did.  Not even Porker who had needed to rebuild most of the frame when they attached the jet to the underside.

The weekly tune-up allowed Tails to get his (Sonic’s really) pride in the best possible shape it could be.  That didn’t just mean replacing the bits that needed replacement and tightening the bits that had worked loose.  It meant a complete clean and polish from tail to nose.  Waxing the machine until it’s red paint gleamed.

He was almost done for another week.  He was just oiling the parts that needed the attention.  Generously coating the vulnerable spots of his beloved plane.  He pressed the tip of the oil-can to the metal and ‘click click’ed the oil on.  One site after the next, ‘click click’, until he had just one left.

‘Click clunk’.  Tails stopped humming.  No oil left the can.  The cub shook the almost dry can, and tilted it downwards.  ‘Click click’.  He coated the final shaft and slid out from the cramped innards.

He dropped down the panel on the power plant, closing the compartment, and walked over to Porker’s workshop.  Porker, their resident techie, wasn’t there at the moment.  He and Johnny had gone to do some reconnaissance.  In fact Tails was the only person (save the Kintobor Computer, which didn’t count) left in the subterranean base.

He always tried not to let the fact the others usually left him behind get to him, and today he was mostly succeeding.  ‘Tornado Day’s just that enjoyable.’ Tails mused absently.

The fox started to search through the clutter for one of the bottles of oil he knew Porker had stowed away somewhere.  He knew the pig wouldn’t mind him being there, but he always felt like he was intruding anyway.  This room just screamed ‘Porker’s personal space’, from the half finished projects on every surface, to the unfinished meal on the side, right down to the coat hanging on the back of the door.

The retiring boffin had commandeered Kintobor’s old workshop as his own when they had moved in following the scientist’s ‘death’.  The hanger that hung off of the workshop was, in fact, the gutted R.O.C.C. chamber where the kindly old man had met his ‘end’, and the only part of the base above ground.

Tails opened a cupboard and gave an “ah ha!” of glee as he spotted his quarry.  Five unmarked, glass containers full of translucent yellow machine oil resting on the third shelf.  The fox boy fiddled with the catch of his oil can as he put his paw on the sixth unmarked jar.  He didn’t notice the liquid he poured out was a subtly different orange hue to the machine oil he expected, or the light vapour on the surface of the fluid.

He snapped the oil can shut and sauntered back to the Tornado, shaking off the slight wave of dizziness that came over him.

The fox half-climbed half-flew into the plane, and started pulling the cockpit apart.  It was surprising to a modern eye just how much of the old vehicle was mechanical.  The most advanced technology separating pilot, stick and flaps were the hydraulics.  ‘And that’s the way I like it.’ Tails smiled. ‘Just the sky and the pilot.’

He shrugged off his reminiscing and started oiling the pilot-side mechanics cheerfully. It was another of the relaxing maintenance-by-numbers jobs he saved till last.

Today though he found it hard to keep his mind on task.  The repetitive job tiring him more and more with each ‘click click’ of his oil can.  He yawned, unwittingly taking a deep breath, and tried to stop his thoughts from slipping off to one side.

‘What’s wrong with me?’  The fox boy wondered as he shook his head to clear it.  He was starting to feel warm and sleepy.

The room around him kept spinning even once his head was still. ‘Oh no. I am [i]not[/i] having a claustrophobia attack.’ Tails told himself, and he wasn’t. ‘Doesn’t feel like that…it’s not cramped enough…and I’m not panicking, so why do I feel so…[i]hot[/i]?’

Tails started panting.  He put a paw over his heart, and accidentally brushed against his perky nipples.  His heart was beating a mile a minute, ‘Thump tha-thump…thump tha-thump’ over and over, as if he were ‘…excited?’

The analytical fox tried to puzzle it out, but his head was really swimming now.  ‘Why am I so…excited?’  He started time and again before getting lost in the hazy mish-mash of his thoughts each time.

His forgotten paw brushed over his sensitive nipples subconsciously.  He shivered and moaned.  Squirming in pleasure on the leather pilot’s seat.  ‘I…feel so…horny.’  His breath caught and he felt a flush creep up his body.

He felt his arousal growing.  His sheath plumpend between his thighs with the sensual delight of skin slowly sliding over skin.  Another moan escaped him as his cock head peeked out and kissed the cool air.

‘Oh…oh wow. I need this.’  It was absolutely true.  ‘I need this.  I [i]need[/i] this!’  The mantra echoed among his warm slippery thoughts.  It was a simple enough idea that even the lust-addled fox could hold onto it.

He felt his cock swell further, aided by the sexual frenzy that he was working himself into.  It grew larger than Tails had ever seen it before.  The hardness throbbed with his pulse, the pressure so great it actually felt slightly painful.

‘I…I need to get off!’  He felt his paw drift down to service his need.  He couldn’t help it.  He was [i]need[/i].

He started to pump his engorged member helplessly.  Each pleasurable stroke reinforcing his [i]need[/i] for more; his [i]need[/i] to climax.  Leaning back and bracing his legs, against the instrument panel, either side of the yoke.  He felt his hips start to buck his erection into his paw.  He felt his face flush with blood as he realised the lewd act he was performing out in the open but couldn’t work up the will to resist.  Fever-lust ruled his mind, body and actions.

‘Why can’t I control myself?’  Tails thought in a brief moment of lucidity.  ‘What would…Sonic do?’

Tails’ sneaker slipped from the panel, pulling the façade free with a resounding clatter and depositing the fox on the floor of the cockpit.  A blur of blue streaked by.

‘Oh damn.’  Even in his panic Tails kept stroking.  His erection dripping pre over his belly.  ‘What if someone heard th—’

Tails turned and came eye to eye with Sonic.

“What doing pixel-brain?”  The cool blue one smirked cockily.

“S-S-Sonic…I-I…” Tails stammered like a fool, before admitting the truth, “I [i]need[/i].”

“You [i]need[/i]?” Sonic smiled, visibly enjoying the fox’s embarrassment. “What do you need?”

Tails blushed harder as Sonic advanced on him. “I-I [i]need[/i] to cum.”  He half-moaned half-begged.

“I never imagined you were [i]this[/i] big.” Sonic teased as he lifted the tip of Tails’ cock with one gloved finger.  “Heh, you’re not ‘pixel’ in this department that’s for sure.”

“It’s not normally…I mean I’ve n-never been so hard before.”  Tails’ felt a fresh wave of embarrassment flow over him at the admission.  “I just really, really need to get off.”

He reached for his shaft again.  His ears showed a deep crimson blushed from what he was about to do in front of his idol, but he truly had no choice.  What his body demanded he [i]had[/i] to deliver.

He yelped as Sonic swatted his hand away. “Ah ah ah.  No touching if you want some help.”

“H-Help?  You mean you and—” Tails’ heart leapt as Sonic nodded, offering to fulfil the kit’s most secret, heartfelt desire.

“But only if you promise not to touch.” Sonic wagged his finger. “The longer you deny it, the better it will be.”

The randy fox boy whimpered at the thought.  His hormones were pretty clear about the matter: ‘cum now or suffer the heat’, but Tails would do anything for his hero; anything at all.

“That’s it Miles.”  Sonic cooed as he saw the cub relent to him.  He leaned down and embraced the fox, pulling him into a kiss.

‘Yes.  I can do anything for Sonic.’ Tails thought as the hedgehog explored his muzzle. ‘Even endure that name.’  He started to kiss back

Sonic’s paws explored the kit’s body.  It was obvious from the moans his touch elicited that it wasn’t just Tails’ cock that was hypersensitive.  His whole body vibrated with a sexual energy.  Tails was in a frenzy of need; a frenzy Sonic was only building up.

The fox whined pitifully.  He was torn between his needed to stroke, to rub, to cum, and his need to please Sonic, to show he had self control even if he didn’t feel like he did at the moment.

Sonic smiled as he listened to the soft whimpers and understood the sound of Tails’ dilemma.  He kissed the fox boy deeper, and let his right paw slip down to his lover’s tail base. He let the twin tails slip between his fingers, then he squeezed.

The effect on Tails was instant.  He gripped Sonic tighter as his body shook in bliss.  A low moan escaped his lips as he felt himself turn to putty under the Hedgehog’s fingers.

“H-How did you know about that?”  Tails panted out, as he pressed his rear back into Sonic’s massage.  He hadn’t told anyone about the sensitive stretch of skin between his two tails ever.  He hadn’t though it possible to blush harder than he already was.

“Hey, I’m the coolest thing ever.” Sonic sat up and positioned himself over Tails’ girth. “Y’ don’t question awesome skills like that.”

Tails blinked. “Y-You want me to…”  he asked surprised.  He’d never in a million years have dreamed Sonic would be a bottom.

“You’re quite big.” Sonic smirked running a finger up Tails’ girth. “I want to know what that would feel like.”

Tails just nodded dumbly.  Actual words were beyond him thanks to this revelation.  His paw searched for the oil can.  As he lay flushed and panting beneath the waiting Sonic.  He put his paw on the machine lubricant.

He popped the lid with unsteady paws, spilling the rusty-orange fluid in his haste to pour out a handful.  He coated his length generously with the greasy liquid.  The throbbing in his head grew worse.  He needed Sonic.  It was the only thought left in his head.

He started to grease up the hedgehog; pushing in one slippery finger and working his way up to two.  He didn’t notice the ‘lube’ he had slathered on himself being absorbed into his skin.  His world was Sonic and only Sonic.

“That’s it,” Sonic cooed pushing the trembling cub down onto his back.  He leaned down to kiss him as he repositioned Tails’ cock at his pucker.  “Now don’t hold back.  This is your chance to let it go.”

Sonic thrust down to meet Tails’ stab upwards.  The two moaned in unison.

“Ahh! Soniccc!” Tails was incoherent.  His thrusts wild.  His [i]need[/i] so great.  He felt like he was burning up.

Ironically Sonic had to slow him down, to force a rhythm on the maddened fox.  He pinned the smaller fox down by his shoulders, and took charge.

“That’s…[i]ahhh[/i]…right…” Sonic encouraged the fox into a mutually pleasing union of thrusts and . “steady, calm.  Feels much better when…[i]ah[/i]…you control it.

“S-Stroke me Tails.”  Sonic ordered, guiding the fox’s paw to his length.  “Bring me off.”

If Tails conscious mind had been anything more than a puddle of lusts he would have been surprised at how similar in size and shape Sonic’s cock was to his own.  It was almost his twin.  He wasn’t surprised that even when bottoming Sonic was in control.

The cub started to pleasure his hero’s cock; stroking up and down his length lovingly.  It felt the more pleasure he gave Sonic the more he felt himself.  The moans and murrs of their lovemaking echoed around the hanger.  The throb of the dick in his paw reward enough for Tails.

The cockpit itself felt like a kiln, with the temperature raising every second.  As the duo came closer and closer to climax with every motion of their bodies.

Tails hilted in Sonic one last time as they cried out as one.  The hedgehog’s member pulsed in the fox’s grip as each jet of thick white cream was pumped from his balls.  It went everywhere.  All across the cockpit and over the body of the Tornado.  The translucent white goo glowing on the gleaming metal surface.

Mostly the sticky ropes covered Tails though.  The kit could feel the cool white strands slop against his blazing fur.  He almost expected them to sizzle and evaporate, but the cum just slowly seeped into the fur of the orgasming fox.

Tails didn’t mind.  Apart from the fact he would do almost [i]anything[/i] at Sonic’s bidding, he had other things on his mind.  Like the tightness of Sonic’s ring around his fox cock, and the waves of pleasure and relief he felt as he filled his best friend with his copious vulpine seed.

The climax was the greatest the small fox had ever achieved, and far too much for his overworked body.  As Tails lost conciousness his last sensations were of the ropes of cum splattering across his fur, and his last sight was of Sonic smiling down at him.

Utterly contented, he fell asleep smiling.

He was still sprawled out in the soaking cockpit when Porker Lewis and Johnny Lightfoot entered the hanger a few hours later.  Tails’ paw rested over his front, and the smile was still on his face.  Flaky dried cum clung to his body and across the Tornado.

Porker rushed over to the cockpit to check on the unconscious Tails.  One whiff was all it took for him to work it out.

“Cover your face.” Porker said jerking back urgently.  He pulled his white tshirt over his snout. “That’s Robotnik’s ‘Happy Juice’.”

“Happy Ju—” Johnny started to ask, pressing a cloth to his muzzle.

“The drug Robotnik uses to brainwash his badniks.” Porker explained as he retrieved the oil can. “It makes you…susceptible to, well, just about everything.  Tails was on his own though.” He looked in awe at the slumbering cum coated kit. “I guess he…self-hypnotised himself.”

Johnny spotted something blue and fuzzy under the fox.  He pulled it out.  “Ah, I found Tuffty’s missing Sonic doll.”  The rabbit dangled the doll aloft by it’s paw.  Strands of thick white gloop slopped off of the smiling plush’s rear end.

“I don’t think we should…tell Tuffty what happened to his doll.” Porker spoke for both of them.

“I don’t think we should tell Sonic that Tails self-hypnotised himself to rape a doll of him.  I mean I know Sonic can be a tough guy to get along with sometimes, but—”  Johnny looked at Tails.  If not for the cum the fox was the very picture of peace and innocence.  He shook his head, amazed. “You think you know someone.”

“Probably best not to…mention it to them.  He…it was out of character.  It was the drug, not him.”  Porker tried to convince both of them.  “Let’s lock up the hanger and air it out.  We can clean up this mess before anyone notices, and make up some story about dropping a bottle or something.”

Johnny nodded as he followed.  “Still, what’s in that stuff that can make you rape your best friend?”

Tails shifted in his sleep.  He wrapped his arms around himself as if he was hugging someone.

“…love you…Sonic.” He mumbled to the empty room.
