The Stranded Fox Tails is owned by Sega Chesire is owned by WhiteWhiskey Written by Mana Araxis * Tails is aged up to a teen just for this story per White Whiskey* 7/3/15 "Ahhh!" screamed Tails, startled from the crashing thunder. The young two tailed fox just finished building his new prototype biplane. However he did not anticipate the strength of the violent thunderstorm off shore from the Mystic Ruins. "Come onnn!" shouted Tails, bracing his teeth as he tried to fight the turbulent winds amidst the strong rain that obscured his vision. The sky suddenly lit up, thunder crashed even louder, a stray bolt struck the plane's engine, blowing up right before the teens's eyes. "Ahhhh! Oh noooo!" screamed Tails, even more distraught over his situation. The prototype began to spiral out of control, aiming towards a lone island in the ocean. Tails did his best to control the plane's chaotic descent, aiming for the land mass before him. Before he knew it, Tails quickly passed out from the heavy G-forces on his body. The following morning... The prototype plane was destroyed, however Tails was intact. The crash left him luckily with just some scratches and bruises. The fox woke up groggily, unsure of where he was. Slowly sitting up, he looked around. This island was apparently a tropical island, various green palm trees dotted the sandy beaches, a large mountain peak was in the center surrounded by jungle flora. "Where...am I?" questioned the teen, unsure what to do now since his plane was now unsalvageable. "Hello there you cute fox." said a mysterious voice behind Tails, causing him to quickly shift his head around. "W-who are you!?" questioned the teen. "Don't be so alarmed." replied a purple and lavendar striped cat, smiling. "You all right? I saw your plane crash from my home in the jungle." "I-I think so." answered Tails as he examined his body. Considering what he just been through, he lucked out. Some light cutes, bruises and his torn jean shorts were all that was wrong. "Good to hear." answered the cat, pondering various thoughts through his mind. This would be the perfect time to get this new, very cute looking fox back to his home. "Here, let me help you up." said the striped cat, helping the banged up fox to his feet. "Why don't you stay with me for a while. Give you time to heal up and fix your plane... if it can be fixed." "Thanks. Oh, my name's Tails. What's your name?" questioned Tails. "Mine? You can call me Chesire. My place isn't too far." Chesire smiled once more, his plan in mind was going to be easier than he thought to put into motion. Shaking each other's hands solidifying their new friendship, Chesire led Tails back to his dwelling within the jungle. Amazed by all the foliage and various wildlife, Tails stayed on track behind Chesire until they reached the cat's treehouse. The tree house was quite expansive, built around two trees and was built to protect against land based predators. Climbing up the tree, Tails followed his new feline friend into the tree house. A few days later... "Man, my plane is in worse condition than I thought." said Tails as he ran his fingers through his bangs. The storm cleared up, so Tails decided it was a good time to survey the crash and see what repairs could be done. That is IF they could be done. "You seem a little stressed out Tails." "Oh!? Hey Chesire. I didn't notice you there." exclaimed Tails, turning back to the feline. "It's all right. I tend to appear unnoticingly. Well I came to bring you something to drink. I'm sure it'll help you feel a lot better." consoled Chesire, holding out a cup made of a coconut shell to Tails. "Thanks." replied the fox, taking Chesire's gift. The teen drank the fruity concoction, it had a very tart texture to it. "Well? Do you like it?" asked Chesire curiously. "This is really good, thank you." replied Tails with a smile. "Good, good. Well I better let you get back to your work." said Chesire who was quite pleased. "I'll be sure to bring you more of that drink." Tails smiled and nodded, resuming his survey on the plane crash. The purple striped cat on the other hand, headed back to his treehouse completely enthralled. What Tails didn't realize just yet, was the drink Chesire offered contained the juice of a native fruit. This fruit had a long term aphrodisiac effect. It wouldn't be long before Chesire could have his way with the fox. One week later in the Treehouse... Tails leaned against a window of the treehouse, looking off in the distance sighing. He was getting nowhere with the repairs, however he had strong, submissive urges flood his mind. "Something the matter, Tails?" said Chesire suddenly out of the shadows, catching the teen by surprise. "C-Chesire!? You startled me." exclaimed Tails, turning around sharply. The fox stared into Chesire's eyes, blushing as he crossed his handpaw, covering his crotch. "It's fine. Why do you look so flustered? And are you "hiding" something?" Chesire smirked, eyeing towards Tails' lower regions. "P-please... I'm..." replied Tails, turning his gaze to his side. Chesire knew his special recipe in the juice he has been serving Tails now worked; Tails was acting more feminine-like. Chesire approached Tails, quickly stripping himself of his red tropical patterned shirt and brown shorts. Tails blushed even harder when he saw his feline friend's hardon. Chesire smiled, leaning over Tails and ran his right handpaw down the fox's back. "Hah!" chirped Tails as Chesire gave his bubble shaped rump a tight squeeze. The aroused feline buried his nose against Tails' neck taking in his scent which aroused him even more. The teen was equally aroused, his shorts became even tighter as his erection pushed hard against the fabric. Chesire quickly unbuttoned Tails' jean shorts until they fell to his ankles. The fox's member flopped, hitting his navel now released from his loins. "Now be a good foxie and let me take care you." whispered Chesire. Tails squeaked and slowly nodded, acknowledging the feline. Chesire gripped the fox's buttocks with one handpaw and as he used his other to fondle with the teen's balls, Chesire took Tails' cock into his maw. Tails twitched and moaned as he felt the cat's rough tongue lightly scrape along his shaft and the head of his cock. Chesire continued giving Tails his rough blow job, fondling his ballsac harder and prodding the fox's virgin taint. Tails knew his place and only wanted to please his master. "Hah...hah...I can't...hold it..." stuttered Tails, his butt clenched, eyes wincing as his penis throbbed and shot his fox cum into Chesire's mouth. The fox swallowed every bit with a hint of the sweet taste of juice Tails been drinking. "Now then! Turn around, it's time for the good part!" commanded Chesire, standing back up. Now that he was able to get his boy toy off, it was his turn to get himself off. Tails' ass teased him ever so, but now no longer. Chesire twisted Tails' body around forcibly, pinning his back down against the window. The feline spread Tails' legs apart, the fox's shorts still around his ankles, until his butt was in full spread. Chesire licked his handpaw until it had sufficient saliva and he hastily ran it up his hardneded cock, completely lubricating it. "Chesire...I want you...inside..." panted Tails, expecting what was to come. He wanted to feel the feline's cock deep inside him. The urge was becoming too great. "Heh, I'll get inside you and much more." answered Chesire. The feline gripped both sides of Tails' ass until his pink taint was exposed. Chesire prodded and poked the tip of his head against the fox's pink ring. "Hah! Ungh...ungh..." Tails exclaimed, feeling Chesire's girth penetrating his tail hole. "Damn Tails! Your ass is so tight!" commented Chesire, the fox's taint gripping his cock tightly. Chesire began to pound Tails, the fox's body shaking with each thrusting motion. The teen's semi flaccid cock flopped, his white furred ballsac hitting against Chesire's. "Hah...hah.." Tails' eyes half closed, his mind in complete lust. Chesire grunted, still pounding away at his toy. "Hah...hah...grrr!" grunted Chesire. The purple striped cat slowed down, burying his penis deep into Tails' anus. His cock throbbing, he deposited white strands of cum inside Tails. Chesire slowly withdrew his now flaccid member, leaving Tails' anus gaping, dripping of excess cum onto the floor boards below. "Come on! Let's go clean up!" commanded Chesire, shortly before the fox collapsed to the ground, exhausted. "I will... give me a moment." replied Tails. The next day... Tails mind was more clearer today than it had been recently. The previous day's lustful activities must of had some effect, but he felt quite confident. Walking back towards the beach, Chesire followed in the shadows of the jungle foliage, eyeing Tails. "Tails! Tails!?" yelled a familiar voice to the fox. Tails saw a blur and red figure down the shore approaching the crash site. It couldn't be, could it? "Sonic!? Knuckles!?" Tails yelled in utter shock. How did they find him? No matter, Tails would have his questions answered in due time. In the distance, Chesire watched the three apparent friends meet up and converse. Chesire smiled, fantasizing how he could bend the fox's friends to his will as he did with Tails, having them succumb to his lustful desires... and bring out their own. He had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time he saw them. After all, they had to come back and salvage the crashed plane. As the three walked into the distance, Chesire retreated back into the shadows and headed back home to plot how he could make the three become his own sex slaves when the next time they meet.