Experiment Time: April 9, 2009
Prime Material Time: January 3, 2009 - 4:19 AM

	Assuming he wanted to be completely honest with himself, Tails had little idea as to how he came to be in his particular position. He had a pretty good idea as to where he was, at least in relation to the rest of the building; a few days of eating food laced with some bitter blue chemical powder and being shown images of his friends - and fellow prisoners - with growing sexual appetites gave the fox more than a slight clue as to the reason behind him being where he was. Who did this, when it was done, and how someone managed to pull it off were all answers Tails was looking for, answers that were all beyond him.

	He reached tentatively for his own hardened member and was given a painful shock to both his paw and crotch, thanks to the ring at the base of his cock reacting to the bracelets on his wrists. Tails wouldn't be relieving himself any time soon, though the sting didn't last too long a time. He whimpered for a few moments, looking around the room carefully; more than once he had wondered if the mirrors facing the others' cells were two-way, allowing them to see him as well as he could see them at night. Right now, he didn't want to be seen - he wanted to grab one of his altered dolls and pound into it with all the vigor that had been building up for the past week or so.

	Tails began to reach for one of the dolls, and then paused, realizing the presence of a red light in the wall. He blushed deeply, having forgotten about the hidden cameras he had taken the entirety of a week to find and reveal the lights of. For a moment, he thought about hiding his private areas, but what would be the point? The cameras were everywhere, after all.

	"Subject Miles Prower, a.k.a. 'Tails,' code name CYS-SSI, numeral 5."

	The fox looked up at the ceiling, searching for a speaker. If it was there, however, it was well-hidden; there were no signs of any technology, other than his personal entertainment, the cameras, and the impenetrable doors (which he had long since attempted, and failed, to hack). Was it meal time again already? How long had he sat there, trying to keep from making a horny fool out of himself on cameras that could be sending the image to anybody...?

	A tray came out of one wall, and the fox-boy whimpered again as he looked over the food. It consisted of a very nice meal - salad, fruit, chilidogs, milk, and even a bit of candy - but everything had the same blue powder; even the milk was a light blue color. Tails yelped as a second shock coursed through his system, as he found himself trying to idly stroke his cock only to be rebuked once more by the ring and bracelets. Still, he was hungry, and the blue powder hadn't been lethally toxic... yet.

	It just made him extremely horny.

	He took the tray and sat down at his desk to eat, finding his gaze drawn to the windows on either side. Tails had often watched his friends from his bed, often while forcing an altered doll to ride his member; however, with the ring in place, he couldn't manage to work himself to a release. It was becoming frustrating, if not outright painful; more than once, he had wondered what it would take to be allowed to release.

	Tails looked to his left, watching Knuckles attempt to meditate in his room. The normally stoic echidna was barely in his meditative state, his thick member jutting upwards from between his crossed legs; he could tell that Knuckles was as horny as he was, if not worse off. To Tails' right, the fox could see Shadow, trying to jerk himself off despite the pain coursing through his body. As Shadow seemed to get close, however, he pulled away, his suddenly limp member dropping from his shaky grasp.

	The fox whimpered loudly, trying hard not to reach toward his crotch at the sight of his friends as horny as he was. If there were only some way to get to some hand-tools so he could hack into the rings and bracelets... but, no, he'd apparently lost those when he'd been brought here - wherever 'here' was.

	Giving up for now (as if he had some other choice), Tails took his tray and sat back down on the bed; at least there the view through the windows was obscured. He tried to eat and ignore the blue powder in the food, but as he worked through his meal, the fox felt the chemicals kicking in and making him painfully horny, worse than ever before. The constant arousal was making him reckless enough to...

	Tails yelped as the rings shocked him once again; a second shout escaped him as he heard a knock on the door. He wasn't sure why he was surprised, once he had a chance to think about it; anybody that would have put him here would have barged in for their own (apparent to Tails) reasons, while anybody trying to rescue him would be more likely to break in. Someone knocking on the door meant that the person behind that door was giving him fair warning - preparation time for an attack, a chance to hide, or anything of similar nature. Tails prepared for both, sliding under his bed and grabbing one of the dolls - ammunition for a ranged attack. He looked to the door and waited for the intruder to enter the room.

	What he saw next would shock him more than the electricity from the rings.

	He stood at over six feet tall as he walked into the room, easily maneuvering his bulk through the door as it closed behind him. Tails estimated him at well over three-hundred pounds, and with his round shape, he appeared every bit of it. The large, golden fox glanced briefly around the room, sapphire eyes darting through various areas, twin tails twitching behind him.

	"I know you're in here, Tails - probably under the bed. Get on out here."

	Tails didn't move, not just because he was waiting for the right opportunity to attack. The massive fox looked too familiar, so much like him other than size that it was almost frightening. It was enough of a mental shock to actually force his mind away from his horniness, which gave him enough focus to cock his arm back and take aim at the larger fox.

	As if expecting the move, the fox hopped up onto the bed, loosely pinning Tails beneath it because of his weight. He chuckled softly as Tails squirmed enough to pull his head from under the bed, looking down to the trapped fox and taking the doll from him.

	"You should relax, Tails," he said. "My name is Kit. I'm here to see if you're ready to help your friends." He examined the doll - it was made in the all-too-accurate likeness of Knuckles - before setting it beside him on the bed. "Of course, I have to make sure you're willing to help your friends in the manner I mean. It wouldn't exactly work if you're not willing, you know."

	Tails managed to wriggle his way out from under the bed, looking over the heavyset fox. He backed up from the bigger male - with the way Kit was turned on his side, reaching down to stroke himself slowly, it was undeniable that he was male - and caught his breath from being crushed, making sure he got as much of a full measure of Kit as he could.

	"What do you mean?" he asked. He was pretty sure he knew, but...

	"You're smarter than that, Tails! You tell me."

	Well, now he was certain. He blushed heavily, looking away as he felt himself grow more aroused at the idea of helping his friends relieve their tension; he wondered if they could hear the conversation. Tails ignored the sound of Kit chuckling at his shyness, having to force himself to think about all the implications of what was happening - to say nothing of what could or would happen!

	"Okay, but..." Tails backed up a step, preparing to fight as Kit swung around to sit up. "Wait! I'm only going to do this if you answer a few questions!"

	Kit nodded, as if expecting the terms of surrender. "Go on."

	Tails took a deep breath, thinking about every possibility - Mobius was without heroes, after all! It was enough to refocus the fox, forcing him out of his induced arousal and back into a defensive combat stance. He had to be ready if Kit was truly hostile.

	"What's happening to Mobius?" Tails demanded. "If my friends and I are here, my world is in danger - and we've been here for weeks!"

	"That's an intelligent question... but what makes you think you're not on Mobius?" Kit grinned, leaning back and supporting himself with his arms. When Tails didn't answer, Kit went on. "You're right, of course - hence why it's an intelligent question - but you shouldn't worry. There's nothing happening on Mobius that you won't be able to fix upon your return."

	"But Doctor Robotnik..."

	Kit shook his head, spoke with complete certainty. "There is nothing happening. If there were, none of you would be here."

	Tails blinked once, his body relaxing out of confusion. He couldn't process that completely; his friends had been here as long as he had, at least, but Kit was so certain that nothing was happening on the planet of Mobius. There was no proof that anything was or was not happening. Could Tails risk just going through with it...?

	"Next question, Tails. Don't space out on me now."

	Tails glared at Kit. "You're certain nothing's happening?"

	"Absolutely. You have nothing to worry about."

	The smaller fox sighed, looking away. His mind was still being influenced by the blue drug - he knew that, logically - but if he couldn't influence the events happening on Mobius from here, and couldn't help his friends otherwise, what could he do?

	"Okay, next question," Tails said. "What are you?"

	Kit crossed his arms, a smirk crossing his face. "That one isn't so intelligent."

	"Just answer me! What are you - why do you look so much like me, only bigger? It's not just a coincidence..."

	Now the bigger fox nodded, a knowing smile replacing the smirk. "That's better. I am one of many Experiments, created by Dextral. He's the one running this place, the reason you and your friends are here, and in some ways, the reason why nothing is happening on Mobius." Kit stretched, completely relaxed as he lay back down, never letting Tails from his sight. "You see, this is part of another, larger Experiment."

	"Bigger than you?" Tails asked sarcastically.

	Kit laughed; he was rather comfortable with his size. "Far bigger. I'm just a part of it."

	"What is the purpose of this experiment?"

	"Ooh, now we're getting to the tough questions." Kit rolled over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling and resting his head in his hands. "Of course, you understand part of this project - it's only too obvious, with the cameras and the virility drug and all your friends in the same situation, watching you and so on. They've been here longer, just to make sure they're prepared to do what's asked of them, in the same situation you're in - and they're just about ready to take us up on our offer."

	"What are you offering?" Tails interrupted.

	"You, of course." Kit glanced over to Tails; the smaller fox had started shaking from rage, perhaps, or fear. "Calm down; this is the whole reason you have to be willing. Beyond that, we're also working on the best male-male pairing among you and the selected four friends of yours. It can't be done on single one-night stands, you know; you'll be here for a total of two years."

	Kit waited for the interruption he expected, but Tails had fallen to his knees on the floor. Two years! He was going to be held here in this twisted torture chamber for two years, unable to keep Robotnik from taking over the planet, unable to even get Sonic or the others back to save the planet! There wouldn't be a home to go back to - and even if Kit were right, that this 'Dextral' person would keep the planet relatively safe for two full years, what would his friendships become?

	The bigger fox was either silent or talking about something irrelevant; Tails wasn't paying him any attention, anyway. He was lost in thought about his friendships with the others. He knew Sonic and Knuckles were both straight; if they were drugged into taking him, how badly would his friendship with each of them be damaged by the event? Shadow was an enigma to Tails altogether; he knew Fang had a past relationship with Rouge, and that something had split them up. Everything was hinging on his decision to be willing, to give himself up to his friends and to Kit - he was certain he would have to do that to get anything else to happen.

	He barely registered that he was being lifted from the ground, and for a few moments didn't quite understand why his vision had blurred. Kit's voice was calling to him, sounding concerned or even scared for him. The only thoughts going through his head were about the decision he was going to make, and the effects of that choice.

	What would his friends say...?

	"It's alright, Tails," Kit said softly, lying beside him on the bed. "Just calm down. Everything will turn out better than you think. If you're not ready now, I can come back later..."

	"Do... do you think... they'll hate me for agreeing with you?" Tails whispered. "Will they hate me when this is all over?"

	Kit smiled warmly, his hand sliding down Tails' side slowly as he pulled the fox into a loving embrace. He nuzzled against Tails' neck, working his way up to the younger fox's mouth and kissing him gently, then with slowly building passion, his tongue slipping into Tails' muzzle. He worked with finesse rather than force, his actions requesting rather than demanding, always letting Tails give him permission first. It was a slow conquest, but the smaller fox's resistance was waning, and Kit was infinitely patient.

	As soon as Tails had surrendered to Kit's kissing, the larger fox began moving his hand slowly along the boy's body. Again, Kit allowed Tails to put up whatever resistance he wanted, but he remained persistent, wearing through Tails' defenses, moving Tails' hand to slide along his body. He smiled as Tails blushed, their contact becoming more and more intimate as Kit straddled the smaller fox, gently sliding his crotch against Tails' private areas, his hands roaming along the smaller fox's hips and sides. He leaned down for another kiss, nuzzling him first - Kit wanted to make sure he still had permission - and he wiped the boy's eyes, frowning slightly as he noticed.

	Tails moaned softly, but he was crying silently, wanting the kiss and wanting to be used for his friends' pleasure and hating himself for being in the situation all at once.

	"This won't continue if you're not ready," Kit said softly. He cupped Tails' cheek in one hand, looking into his eyes. "You have to accept it and accept yourself."

	"Sonic and Knuckles," Tails whimpered. "They... if they're pushed into this, they'll hate me... for being..."

	He couldn't finish, and Kit hushed him as he started to sob. He rolled over so Tails was on top of him, allowing the smaller fox to hug him as he needed to. Kit nuzzled against him softly as Tails' sobbing intensified; the poor fox's emotions were compounded now by humiliation as he humped, perhaps involuntarily, against Kit.

	"If they hate you for being gay, they're not your friends," Kit said, his voice full of true conviction. "If they're your friends, they won't hate you for being gay. If they wind up hating anybody, it will be Dextral, and maybe me." He grinned as he sat up, setting Tails in his lap. "And I personally think Shadow hates everybody."

	Tails couldn't help but chuckle at that last part, worried though he was. He wanted to just give in, but the others...

	"Do you want me to tell you what they've already said?"

	Tails shook his head. "I want to hear them say it," he said softly. "If... if they don't want me... you can take me anyway, just leave them out of it..."

	"Don't be ashamed to say what's on your mind, Tails," Kit said. He cupped the smaller fox's chin in his hand, locking gazes with the boy once more. "Do you want them?"

	Tails closed his eyes, his muzzle - already pink from earlier embarrassment - turning red at this point. He nodded, squirming a little in Kit's lap, burying his face in the larger fox's chest.

	"They don't care how you answer," Kit said. "They already know."

	"They've... been watching me. With the dolls, I mean."

	"Yes. Shadow is confused, and Sonic is concerned for your safety - but he wants you to answer."

	Tails swallowed hard. "What about Knuckles and Fang?"

	"Fang would do anything for the right price," Kit chuckled. "As for Knuckles... well, he's been trying to fight it, but he's rather willing to sleep with you."

	Tails paused for a long moment. He had made his decision, but still had questions to ask. "What position am I supposed to be in? I... I need to know the rules."

	Kit lay down on the bed, pulling Tails down beside him and gently stroking his chest. He decided to be bluntly honest; there was no point to lying or softening the blow. "You're going to be submissive, and on bottom. It will be up to whomever you're with at the time to decide if you're allowed to release. I'll likely be visiting you as well, perhaps others, but it will usually be your friends - and nobody you disapprove of, unless you've been misbehaving - such as release without permission. You don't want to misbehave; the consequences of that are outside of my power to change. You are, essentially, the slave in this situation; they will be able to come in, one at a time, whenever they want, to visit you." He gave a helpless chuckle. "The rules are also subject to change without notice, but what I've told you is the basic idea."

	"That was... direct," Tails muttered. "Why don't you just say it?"

	Kit blinked. "Say what?"

	Tails gave a slightly twisted smirk. "They can fuck me."

	The bigger fox chuckled. "That was direct," he echoed. "However, they will be able to do more for as long as they're allowed to be with you. Now I'm going to ask you with more certainty. Do you want to be your friends' sexual distraction, or do you believe you're still not ready?"

	"I'm ready."

	"You'll have to prove it to me," Kit said, slightly amazed by the readiness of Tails' response. Now he had to make absolutely sure.

	"What do you want me to do?" Tails asked. "Specifically, I mean... I... I already know what kind of action..."

	Kit smiled, his hand wandering lower on Tails' body, teasing his privates. "You just have to keep a few things in mind. Relax, for one; this is going to hurt worse if you don't. Second, don't fight me. You have to be submissive, willing, and able to take anything I do. Third, restrict your talking - let me know if you need to cum, so I can keep you from it, and let me know if I'm hurting you too badly."

	Tails shuddered and whimpered as Kit spoke. Was it only the drug influencing his thoughts? Part of him believed it, but something a little deeper was wondering if he just wanted Kit - and, following that, his friends. He snuggled back against Kit as he tried to push away the next few thoughts, but he was forced to rub his eyes to brush away the tears.

	Those thoughts were inevitable. If his friends actually enjoyed sleeping with him, what then? There was nothing else they had in common. Knuckles was too staid, too wrapped up in his duty. Shadow was a loner, just as likely to attack someone as to walk away from them, and speaking to them was out of the question. Even Sonic, someone he found himself dreaming about on more than one occasion, saw him as just a friend or, worse, as a little brother. Only Fang would have anything to do with him - Fang had a knack for mechanics - but Fang wandered around more than Sonic did.

	"Tails? What's on your mind?"

	The smaller fox shut his eyes, unable to block out the thoughts. "What happens after this, even if they like being with me?" he whispered. "Is... is that all I'm going to be seen as? Just a sex toy?"

	Kit murred softly. "That might not be so bad, but if they like it, you might find that they like you more... not just for sex, but as close friends." He pulled off his gloves, and then moved one hand to Tails' mouth. "Now, be quiet... I want you to start sucking my finger."

	Tails hesitated as the fox's finger pressed to his mouth; Kit was still letting him resist, essentially making him break down rather than forcing him to do anything. It wasn't going to be a rape - Tails would have to be absolutely willing, no matter how horny Kit was. He shuddered and licked at Kit's finger as he felt the larger fox's tongue caress his ear, closing his eyes slowly as he began to give in.

	"It's alright, Tails," Kit whispered. "They're watching, but nobody is looking down on you right now. Your willingness is being marked, and none of your friends will be allowed in here if you don't allow it..."

	"No," Tails said. He put a tail around Kit before he could move away. "I mean, no, don't keep them out of here... if this is going to work..."

	Kit chuckled softly. "This has been something you've thought about for a long while, isn't it?" he said, his other hand going back to groping the smaller fox. "Maybe in a passing dream... or a night-time fantasy, lying awake in your room..." He started stroking Tails, murring loudly at the sweet whimpering Tails made around his finger. "That's it. Suck on my finger... suck it like it's Sonic's cock..."

	Tails squirmed slightly as the finger pushed into his mouth again, past his half-hearted resistance, then pulled back out and pushed back in again. He went with the idea, closing his eyes and imagining the blue hedgehog in front of him, his hero, someone Tails had envisioned doing this with night after night. The little fox grew more and more vigorous in his sucking, moaning softly as Kit's member ground against his backside.

	Kit pulled his finger away from Tails' mouth, dissipating the fantasy. Tails didn't have long to relax, however, as the slickened finger started to prod against his tailhole. The larger fox grinned as Tails moaned; he enjoyed the sound immensely, murring deep in his throat as he pushed as deeply as he could with that finger.

	"Do you know what Sonic would like for you to do?" Kit said softly, huskily, in Tails' ear.

	"Yes... I do..."

	"Really. Tell me what you think he wants you to do..."

	Tails curled slightly, pushing back against Kit's paw as much as trying to hide from himself. "If he wants me... he'll want me to... start at his paws and work my way up."

	Kit nearly choked on his reply. Tails was right, of course. Sonic, being such an avid runner and a speed demon to boot, would be more than likely to have a paw fetish; his sneakers had been specially designed to protect his paws, as well, making them more than slightly sensitive. The only way Tails could know is...

	"It... it was the only thing he'd ever told me about himself... like that," Tails whimpered. "He... he told me... when he caught me with... one of my toys."

	Kit smirked, wiggling his finger against Tails' sensitive insides, drawing a deep murr from the boy. He pulled his finger free, stroking himself for a few moments and making himself slick with his own precum; he was enjoying Tails' writhing a great deal. Still, if only to give Tails the chance to live out one of his own sexual fantasies, Kit was ready to take the fox and move on... at least for now.

	After all, for Kit, having a small slave-boy fox around was not an event to ignore.

	"You'd like to sleep at Sonic's feet, wouldn't you," Kit said softly. It wasn't a question; Tails didn't respond. "Curled up and ready to wake him in the morning, and afterwards help him with his morning wood, if you have the time. Crawl down there and show me what you'd do to wake Sonic up."

	Tails murred quietly, ignoring rather than fighting back his blushing as he moved to Kit's hindpaws, curling up and licking at the pads of one paw slowly as he nuzzled against it. Holding that paw in one hand, his other hand moved to rub the remaining paw, working to pleasure the large fox's feet as much as he could despite the distraction of his erection. As he finished with one paw, he moved to the other, never looking into Kit's face.

	"Come back up here," Kit instructed, grinning as Tails moved back to his crotch. "Now that I've seen just how much you'll enjoy Sonic's paws - and how much he'll love your work - it's time you took me. Suck on my cock and get it nice and slick, and straddle my body."

	Tails moved into position, slowly, unsure of the exact place Kit wanted him to be. Fortunately, Kit sensed his unease and helped him, getting a perfect view of Tails' backside even as the fox began suckling the head of his cock like a hungry cub. The larger fox moaned softly and nearly simply stayed in place; Tails was amazingly skilled at something he shouldn't have known how to do, not at his age, and it was making him hornier than ever.

	This was going to be a wonderful Experiment.

	Kit leaned up just slightly, lifting Tails' tails and nuzzling against the boy's backside, his tongue trailing from the boy's sac to his tailhole. He murred loudly as he listened to Tails' whimpering and watched him squirm; the boy's reactions were so pure and enjoyable that Kit gave him a deep rimming, pressing his tongue against, and into, Tails' backside.

	Before Tails had a chance to react, Kit pushed him up and pinned him to the bed, grinding against Tails' rear and lining up to take the boy. He stayed still for a few long moments, letting the tip press against the tight pucker he had just finished licking. He waited, his weight just barely pressed against Tails' body.

	"Relax, Tails," Kit warned, beginning to push slowly into the fox's entry. "You have one last chance to back out now."

	Tails whimpered quietly, and outright screamed mentally. He could go home now, he and all his friends, and escape the torment Kit was about to put them all through. All it would take is a simple word; he'd already said it once, and he could say it again, couldn't he? Wasn't Kit giving him that chance now?

	Or, could he decline that chance for the opportunity to be with all the others...? None of them could escape, and it could all be blamed on Kit and his boss, and... Kit had him pinned; what could Tails do against such strength? Against such lust forced upon him by the drug? They couldn't blame him for making this choice, could they...?

	"Answer me, Tails. If I take you now, you're allowing the whole Experiment. If not..."

	"Do it."

	Kit grinned. "No. Beg for it."

	Tails whimpered softly, panting as the first bit of Kit's shaft pushed into his tailhole. He forced himself to relax, made himself not cry; he was allowing it all to happen.

	It was all his fault.

	"Please, master... take me, make me your servant, make me my friends' pleasure toy..."

	All for his lust, his need to be fucked by his friends. He could have said no, he could have sent them all back to Mobius. His world - his friends' families, homes, lives, all of them would be ruined.

	It was all his fault.

	"I... I want to be used by you, sir. By all my friends. They deserve to make me their..."

	Kit pushed in deeper, slowly, cutting Tails off. He moaned out loud, himself; Tails was tight, and his fearful shaking made the tight tailhole quiver all around Kit's cock. He lowered his weight onto Tails more, forcing him to fight for every breath as he hilted in the boy.

	"You're going to be their bitch," Kit whispered softly. "As much as you'll be mine. And you're going to enjoy every moment almost as much as they will."

	The words rang with truth in Tails' head, and he forced himself to relax even as tears rolled down his face from the painful pleasure of being fucked by the massive fox as well as from accepting the sentence of two years as a toy - a sentence to be carried out on him by his friends, whom he could have sent back to Mobius to protect it.

	"I..."

	"No, Tails. You had your last chance to back out."

	Tails sobbed quietly, nodding a bit as he surrendered to Kit's accelerating thrusts. He felt every inch sliding in and out of him easily, taking his tail over and over again, and he gasped as he felt that thick member press repeatedly against the soft spot deep inside him. Pleasure - guilty pleasure, sickening ecstasy - pulsed through him as Kit sped up, pressed him to the bed, lowered his weight to crush and dominate him completely.

	He hated loving it as much as he did.

	Kit was amazed at how well Tails took him. He pressed down further, making Tails fight for every breath, slamming his hips into Tails' rear harder and faster. The boy was so tight, he wouldn't last for much longer...

	Tails shut his eyes tightly as Kit bit into his shoulder and moaned out loud, the larger fox humping against Tails' ass as he released a thick load of his cum into Tails' body. He held that position for a long moment before slowly pulling out and off of the boy panting heavily as he watched Tails squirm up to his elbows and try to draw breath.

	"That was wonderful, Tails," Kit complimented. "That flying must keep your rear in shape. Sonic and the others'll love it."

	"What have I done...?" Tails whispered, hanging his head.

	"You've accepted the Experiment, Tails." Kit stood up, petting Tails' back slowly. "Your friends will be here within the week."

	"I've... condemned them all here... by allowing this... to happen?"

	Kit chuckled. "That's a strong way of saying it, but yes," he answered, walking to the door and leaning against the frame as the door opened.

	It was his fault - all his fault - for keeping them here.

	He deserved everything his friends would do to him, now and in the future.

	"If there isn't anything else you want to talk about..."

	Tails shook his head. "Come back here... please..."

	Kit looked him over, curious, but he walked back to Tails' side. "Need someone to stay the night?"

	"No...just... turn around."

	Kit raised an eyebrow at that, but turned his meaty backside to Tails' face. He murred loudly as the fox-boy nuzzled against the cheeks, working his way between them to lick at his tailhole. He reached behind himself, holding Tails in place for a few moments before releasing him from his grasp. Tails didn't fight - he nuzzled in as deeply as he could, his muzzle to Kit's entry and his tongue flicking around the ring before pushing in a bit. He pulled away once the tears had been wiped away by Kit's fur.

	"Not that I'm complaining," Kit said, turning back around after the brief rimjob, "but... why?"

	"I... I'll have to do anything they say?" Kit nodded; Tails followed suit. "That means I'll have to do things I'm not used to... so I thought I should thank you..."

	Kit smirked, walking out slowly without another word, letting him think about his situation. The door closed with a reverberating clang, and Tails limped into his bathroom to clean himself up.

	Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't have let him or his friends go, had Tails said no. Perhaps they would have just come back in another couple of weeks, over and over, until Tails broke. Still, Tails couldn't shake the terrible feeling of guilt that plagued him.

	He had surrendered then, and had cost them all their freedom.

	It was all his fault...