*"Seeking Friend, perhaps another fox, who can help me out of my current funk."* 

Vynthis looked at those words. He posted them a week ago, and yet there hasn't been a single reply. How desperate could he be for a friend, that he must seek one with an ad? The Styrian (A bipedal who has poofy chest fur and a single fluffy tail) fox turned off his P.C. and sat back with his arms crossed. It was late in the evening, and no one would show up at this hour. He leaned back even further and looked up at the dimly lit ceiling. The small computer room was just small enough for him to be separate from society, yet far from private enough to be naked. 

His apartment was below the ground floor of a three-story complex in a tiny-ass town, and scant few job openings for the curious adult. The fox just managed to secure a position as a VA assistant, during third shift hours. His duty was tending to and making sure the war-veterans were safe and sound. They were troubling hours, very long, and not a lot of pay. 

Never-the-less, he continued onward through his life-long journey. Each of his former friends going out and getting married. Vyn heard that Azzy, a goat-monster from the Underground, had managed to earn the love and respect of Asriel Dreemurr. They invited him to join them in a castle, in the Monster Kingdom, but the fox declined. He knew they should have privacy and love for all eternity...he would just be of a great burden to them.......at least that is what he thought at the time. Cal, a Raboot, found his love off-planet and now embraces a strange-looking rabbit girl. Vyn has no idea where they are now, or if they are even alive...but he was, and needed to go on.

The fox shook his head and got up from his chair, heading into the living area to think more about what little time he might have alive. Anything could happen tomorrow, and Vyn wanted to have as much fun as he could with the gift he has...*a beating heart.* "Fuck it" he said, taking off his shirt and kicking off his pants. It was his own apartment, he could be naked in the privacy of his home. He began to laugh and hop around with his vulpine junk hanging in the air.

**KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK** 

"Fuck" 

Vyn pulled up his pants, and tossed his shirt aside. He headed to the door and unlocked it. Then he wrapped his hand around the cold, brass, door-knob. Turning until a familiar *Click*, he opened to a sudden surprise. 

"T....Miles?" 

The gray fox looked over at his mechanic. Miles Prower, a Two-Tailed fox who met Vyn a long time ago, had widened his light blue eyes at the sight of his customer. *"Vyn?"* He said in shock, the two tails behind him swishing in an energetic motion, *"Y...You put up the ad? I figured you were popular with all the bells and whistles on your attire!"* The orange fox smiled and looked around the apartment. *"Smells like cigs and pot in this place, are you....?"* 

Vyn's eyes widened as he shook his head "No...No no, I don't smoke or drink alcohol." he said, the orange fox nodded and peered into the apartment. *"Can I come in? I mean, might as well check in on your leg while I'm here."* The gray fox sighed and stood back, letting the orange fox step inside. *"And my name is Tails"* he finished, as Vyn shut the door behind him. The gray fox examined his guest, Tails, to see if he had any weapons on him...Vyn was rather paranoid about folks in his home. Miles was wearing a simple red shirt, black cargo pants, and his familiar looking shoes, red with a white splotch on the front. He carried around a tool-box, no doubt to aid in his craft. Still, its better to be in the company of others, than be alone another night.

Tails looked around the living area, he was curious as to his friend's well-being. There was a brown sofa that looked super cozy to just lay on and sink into. Then, beside it, was a blue chair with large arm-rests. The Mobian fox had assumed that was where Vyn would sit when watching TV or something. Speaking of which, Tails looked over at the set-up and found a nice flat-screen that was a bit dated for 2020. A PS4 System, some games, and an old classic PlayStation. Now the Classic was something that piqued the Mobian's interest, as he didn't see much of his own old stuff anymore. The walls around him were a bland white, with a dim lamp lighting the area. 

*"This place...is kind of depressing, we need more light in here."* Tails said looking towards the gray furred fox, who was heading over to his seat. 

Vyn took a seat on his blue cloth chair, and sighed, feeling embarrassed for having his mechanic answer a friend request on Craig's List. Then he pondered it some more...Tails got to his knees and began to examine the leg. He pulled out a screwdriver from the tool-box and began to undo the bolts in the steel. *"You've been working this thing huh?"* The mobian said, examining the piping and circuitry on the inside of the steel plate. Vyn nodded and looked at his Flat-Screen T.V., wondering if he should try to play some Diablo on his PlayStation. The old game was always a fright for him, but enjoyable due to its replay-abilities. The fox felt a tense pain in his leg, then a relief from pressure, as the cybernetic leg was undone. *"Holy...You're stressed, aren't you? Does this thing cause that much pain?"* Tails said, examining his own creation. 

"I'm grateful, you help me walk better and further than I could have ever done so in the past. With that leg, I have more energy...I couldn't ask for a better mechanic....And if you're interested I guess I could have ya as a friend?" 

Tails looked up, and raised his brow *"We've known each other since childhood, ran around, and even played Yu-Gi-Oh at reccess. If you wanted a friend around to hang, you should have called...."* The mobian fox scanned the rest of the apartment *"...No luck in love either?"* Vyn looked the other way, shamed that his meek life could be so easily unraveled. *"Don't worry, life is kind of a mean one...So you interested in guys or girls?"* 

"Is that really appropriate?" 

*"Both? Cool, me to!"* 

Vyn's eyes widened. It was true, he was a bit curious as to his sexual nature. However, even he didn't know what truly spun his thread. The Styrian Fox hadn't even felt the warm embrace of someone he'd share a life with. "What did you say?" 

*"Well, I'm just guessing based on your gestures. You're very stressed out, seems like you haven't told anyone about yourself. I mean, who you really are."* 

Vyn tried to stand up, but felt his knees tremble in weakness...he kept seated. "I am Vynthis Von Blaez, that is all." The fox said, a serious tone in his voice and eyes glaring down at the mobian. Tails shrugged it off and smiled in response to the stare-down. 

*"Yes, that is your name, but haven't you ever wanted to just explore yourself? Answer truthfully, not for me but for yourself."* 

He turned his head to the left, avoiding eye contact with the mobian as tears were held back by willpower. Vyn refused to talk, to counter, as he would break down...and lying wasn't fair to Miles. The mobian heard Vyn sniffle and stopped his speech, giving him a bit of time to recover. "I....It is rude to ask a question, when you already know the answer Miles." 

Tails nodded and got up off the floor, he patted his knees off and stretched up to get blood back into his legs. Vyn pointed at his PlayStation, and the two-tailed fox turned it on. With a controller in the Styrian's possession, and the other with the Mobian's possession, they would begin. The classic introduction had kicked in, sending a wave of nostalgia through the mobian. He used to play consoles, until he built his first PC. 

The screen popped up, the horrifying visage of a demon appeared, as Tails gasped. *"Diablo! I used to play this on the computer back in the day! Had no idea there was a playstation port."* The orange fox swished his tails and looked down at the controller, then back at Vyn. The gray fox was ready and waiting for action.

Tails let out a sigh of relief, and nodded *"Of course I'll play...but only if I can sit on your lap~"* Vyn blinked, silent, as Miles cackled *"I...was just kidding"*

 New Game, Two players, and then the two bickered over who got to play the warrior, and who would get shafted with the mage/rogue. In the end, the bargained on a coin-flip. The Styrian, Vyn, choose heads and Tails choose....Tails. The coin was tossed, and Tails never Fails. They choose their characters, and began their adventure in the town of Tristram. 

Vyn let out a sigh of relief, as memories of playing this alone filled him again. That tune sounded more hopeful, though he knew how the adventure would end. The styrian looked at the screen, and then at Tails, who found a seat on the sofa nearby. *"I think we should wait until floor four before fighting The Butcher."* Vyn nodded and opened his inventory, dropping his cash. He told Miles that, since he got to be the warrior, Tails would need more healing potions to keep up his brawling state. The mobian agreed, taking the money and buying a few more potions. They started to take notes about the state of Tristram, since the water was yellow, they knew they'd need to clean out the spring. This would give them a powerful ring, a nice boon. However, as the neared the Cathedral, there was no wounded townsman outside...which meant **There was no butcher.** 

This was a rare, but fun occurrence, since Wirt is supposed to lose his leg to the Butcher. Miles commented on how Vyn and Wirt should team up to sell all their gear, be one-legged merchants. Vyn rolled his eyes...but smiled at the warm, playful, comment. **"The Sanctity of this place, has ben Fouled!"** Said the warrior as they entered. The dungeon, level one, was as intended. They cleared the area of skeletons, demon-kin, and exploding barrels. Of course, they found no magic tomes and no special enemies to have them drop uniques. 

Level two was fun, no butcher spawn, but they encountered Rotflesh. His magic resistances made fireballs seem like they took an eternity to kill him. 

"Hey Tails, how does fire not completely fuck up a Zambi?" The mobian shrugged his shoulders *"I dunno, how come fire doesn't completely fuck up everything?"* Vyn nodded, good point. 

Level two did have a crack in the wall, they entered the area and easily cleared out the goat-looking monsters from it. As soon as it was cleared, a triumphant trumpet sounded, and the yellow water turned into clear blue life. Vyn and Tails fist-bumped, as they continued their adventures. They loot they collected would fetch a nice bounty, funding for further exploration. Tails opened the menu and used his scroll of town-portal, However he miss-pressed a button and canceled the effect. "What did you do?" 

*"I don't think it cast"* 

"Oh you don't think it cast huh? What tipped you off? Perhaps it was the fact we're still in a DEVIL INFESTED CATHEDRAL IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCK-KNOWS WHERE?" Tails rolled his eyes and searched his inventory, After which the styrian did the same. Up a level, and back into Tristram, they sold their unused weapons and grabbed a few more town-portal scrolls. Vyn got a stockpile of Mana-potions, and Tails picked up a mother-lode of full heals. They had some bad-luck, not finding a book of healing to put healing potions out of business. Still, they pressed onward. 

They made it to about level 7 before they encountered a strange doorway, and a stranger book. *"....Isn't this your favorite quest?"* Vyn nodded, pointing at the book. "Go read it, warrior's lines are the most curious sounding." Tails did as he was told, and they listened to the warrior read from the book of the blind...

**I can see what you see not
Vision Milky then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone
Whispering their hidden song.
Then you see what cannot be
Shadows move where light should be.
Out of Darkness, Out of Mind
Cast down into the Halls of the Blind...** 

Tails shivered and smiled as he saw his friend in a good mood. Vyn had a casual smile across his Styrian Fox muzzle, his posture straightened as he was more comfortable. Tails, on the other hand, had let out a sharp sigh and began to shiver. *"...Hey, its actually kind of cold in here."* The styrian nodded and looked at his phone. "Holy stampede, it is actually cold outside...for most of last year its been only slightly warm. Even here in the dead of winter, and now its actually winter outside. Its 10F...Erm, that in metric is....." 

*"I don't need to know what it is, I just know its freezing, can we turn the heating on?"* Vyn shook his head and sighed. "Sorry, I can't afford it." 

Tails's eyes lit up as he looked at the Styrian, who was also starting to shiver. *"....is this how your winters are? Cold and Alone?"* Vyn knew that the Mobian was starting to hit on him, and just nodded, he was too cold to try and lie his way out of a conversation. The styrian adjusted his right leg, moving the rest of his amputation under his body to keep it warm. He knelt forward and put his complete left leg under himself as well, sitting cross legged on the recliner. Tails hopped off the sofa and climbed onto Vyn's lap, laying against the Styrian's fwoofy chest-fur. "M...Miles?..." 

*"This isn't sexual, or me trying to hit on you, or anything like that...I need the warmth. I don't have the fur you Styrians do"* Tails was genuinely cold to the touch, where as Vyn emitted a strong warmth from his body. The mobian sighed and relaxed against his friend's body. "...You are freezing. I have a thick, heavy, blanket in my bedroom I can bring in." 

Tails continued towards the entrance towards the hall and paused the game. The screen was a blood red as the Mobian fox took in some of the cold air. *"...Hey, you don't mind if I stay the night? Its quite wild outside."* Vyn pondered and then Tails spoke up again, ignoring the idea of the heavy blanket helping with the heat. *"I'll let you pet my tails."* Tails let his weight go, and felt his rear-end rest firmly on the Styrian's crotch. Despite the cargo pants Vyn wore, his junk was warmed by the Mobian's rump. The gray fox just relaxed and let out a small yawn as he looked back at the TV screen. 

They unpaused the game, as Vyn wrapped his arms around the mobian's waist. He, with Tails, walked through the rest of the halls as they were attacked by an ensemble of spawning yellow demons. Potions were consumed in rapid succession, spells slung across the crypt, and swords cutting into flesh. It got close, and the fight lasted a whole two minutes of monster slaying with potion chugging. 

On and on, the two descended the dungeon until they eventually reached the most fowl of infernos. Hell, it was a place of bone structures and pits of boiling blood. Tails gulped as he started to notice all the succubi shooting orbs of red-hot energy at them. Vyn was getting swarmed by hell-knights, and all hope seemed lost. 

However, it was Tails who used a scroll of fire-wall to help damage the knights and free the other fox from being surrounded. Vyn, in turn, used the magic he acquired on the journey to assault the succubi from range. 

Triumphant, in this small victory, the two continued their adventure into the deepest dark. Slaying any undead monster that came upon them, obliterating any hellish demon who set their sights on the pair, destroying any barrel that somehow survived in Hell's domain. After all, if a barrel can last in Hell, then it has to be an *Evil* barrel. 

Then, across the screen, they both came across what they knew to be the final portal. A pentagram on the ground, glowing red, as they searched the dungeon for Arch-Bishop Lazarus. Preemptively, Vyn cast Mana-Shield and would hang back while Tails took the lead. In that moment, the Styrian felt two floofy tails wrap around his waist, flush filling his cheeks. 

One room, cleared of monsters, held a switch. The two guys pressed it and made their way towards the other room. Like the first, a teleporter bolted them in, as they find their quarry. Arch-Bishop Lazarus had slain a bound child to the dark altar. Tails shuddered at the thought, something like that wouldn't fly in today's gaming industry. 

In a synchronous motion, Vyn began to deal with the mobs of hell-knights. Slaughtering the lot with magics gathered in their adventures. Tails had darted towards Lazarus, swinging his mighty blade, again and again. 

The arch-bishop was fierce, mighty with arcane magics, but was no match for the combined might that the two vulpine possessed. A cocktail of magic and melee that sent the evil, corrupted, being to an unmarked grave in the middle of Hell. 

A new challenge now awaited them, as a portal opened up in the middle of the pentagram. Vyn and Tails knew their four hour journey was coming to a conclusion. Diablo awaited them, and to keep the Devil waiting would not be tolerated by the forces of Hell. They stepped through the portal, and took what might be their last breaths of freedom. 

In the Unholy Alter, Vyn and Tails flipped switches to slowly release the beast. Dealing with the Hell-knights and Succubi that spawned to halt their rampage. They both made it to the final switch, and flipped it after a deep breath. 

The eon old doors dropped, and a red Devil burst forth in a furious blood-lust. Vyn and Tails both kept to their rolls, the Mobian taking the agro while Vyn shot spells from a distance. Potion after potion was consumed, and the evil lord seemed to be undying.

Clashing steel, burning fires, gnawing bone, and raging screams. Soon, uncertainty filled their minds as their resources dwindled into a few potions remaining. Surely, the dark lord wasn't long for the world either, so much magic was blasted into his flesh, slashing wounds from a great sword. 

Tails retreated, out of healing potions. He opened the inventory and ripped a portal to town. *"Hey, lets go"* Vyn walked over towards the portal, and Tails walked in. The game loaded the Tristram theme, and the two sighed of relief, they were safe. "Diablo is a doozy." Vyn said, walking towards the healer to sell off some of the red potions he picked up. They weren't full heals, so useless to him. Tails turned and looked up at Vyn, wanting to comfort his friend more...and perhaps explore as well. 

The orange fox yawns and stretches. His rear-end grinding against the Styrian's lap, indeed he felt a slight mass growing under Vyn's sweat pants. As soon as they restocked, Tails and Vyn headed back through the portal and into Hell. Diablo was waiting, slashing and casting magic with all of his ability. However, despite the Lord of Terror's best attempts, he was no match for a fully fresh tag team of Vulpine, Demon Slayers. 

Vyn and Tails both rolled their eyes and watched as the ending cut-scene played out before them. A reward for slaughtering the Lord of Terror was nothing more than a Game Over. *"Why do you like this game again? I mean, seems like we got fucked regardless of that five hour journey."* Vyn tossed his controller to the floor and sighed, looking around for his leg. "To be honest, I hear ya. Guess its just good to overcome adversity." 

Tails nodded, understanding that Vyn was a close relative of adversity. His tails released from Vyn's waist, and he looked down at his tool-box. *"You want me to help you get that leg back on?"* 

The Styrian Fox, on the other-hand, started to envision himself ravaging his foxy friend's rear-end. Those lush tails swaying against his stomach, and the tight hole that Tails has no doubt tested to see if he enjoyed it. Vyn wanted to hear his best friend's harsh moan fill the apartment as they fucked. The problem was, he had no idea where these thoughts were coming from, perhaps it was just his own self wanting it. 

Vyn closed his eyes and began to ponder, not noticing his growing vulpine member flagging his pants upward. Tails, on the other hand, noticed immediately and smiled cheek to cheek. He got into his toolbox, and produced a razor blade. 

A long, satisfying, slice cut vertically along the pant's crotch as Tails reached in and wrapped his hand around the bare-base of the Vulpine's throbbing flesh. An action that caused Vyn to spring to life. "Whoa! Hold on!" 

*"....Can we just have some fun......please?"* A less begging tone, and more of a demand disguised as a question. At this point, for Vyn, it didn't matter. His junk was exposed to his best friend, and he wanted it...they both wanted it, they were both adults, and both consenting to it. 

With a sigh, a smile, and blush along his cheeks. Vyn reached forward and rubbed between Tails' ears. "You've convinced me" 

The orange fox's big blue eyes widened in delight as he pulled off his red shirt, and unbuttoned the black cargo-pants. He tossed his clothes aside and began to show off his own body. His big tails swishing past the fox as he gave his rump a nice shake *"Check out what I did! Using my smarts, I made a machine that gave me all these lovely curves! Doesn't my butt look nice?"*  

The Styrian looked at Tails' body, admiring how feminine it was. The rounded waist, firm rump, bushy tails...And his cock wasn't too bad either, a nice length of about five inches and a hefty satchel of spunk-filled fun orbs dangled underneath. 

Vyn blinked and smiled nervously, struggling out of his sweat pants. Then Tails remembered. His friend was essentially crippled without his leg, off balance and slow. The orange fox placed his gloved hands onto Vyn's bare stomach fur. With a gentle push, the styrian was pushed back into his seat. 

*"...Ya know, after high school, I always wondered where you went off to. In truth, I wanted to make you my own~"* The gray fox blushed, hearing Tails talk about how he wanted him. It didn't necessarily make him hard or eager...but loved and wanted....a true first. The orange fox knelt in front of him, and wrapped his two hands around the Vulpine's member, stroking up and down. 

Vyn let out a sharp grown, feeling the soft fabric of the gloves hugging his shaft. His left toes curling in delight as he was taken care of. A small dribble of silver streaking pre-cum leaked from the fox's cock-tip, and Tails leaned in for a taste. He dragged his tongue up the base and took the sweet tasting fluid into his mouth.  

The orange fox got a strange taste of vanilla and cream, this was unprecedented. His scientific mind was piqued, just how much of Vyn tasted like food? He was going to do this anyway, but now he he had a second reason to. 

Tails opened his mouth, and looked up with his deep blue eyes. Slowly placing the opening of his maw to the tip of Vyn's shaft. The gray fox let out a small meep, as Tails got a firm taste of Cherry in his mouth. The mobian wrapped his arms around the warmth of his friend and pulled himself down the tasty shaft. He understood why the fox smelled of flowers and fruits, but it was impossible that a fox could actually taste like such. 

Regardless of the impossibility Tails would enjoy such a treat even if it wasn't flavored so well. He pulled himself upward, and popped his mouth off the tip. A fine line of saliva dribbling down the shaft, mixed with pre-cum. Vyn's head was leaning back, in a stupor of relaxed feelings, perhaps even disbelief. 

The mobian knew his friend enjoyed the treatment, and decided to one-up him once more. Tails climbed up onto the fox's lap, Vyn looked back into his friend's eyes and found his lips connect with the orange fox's. Their muzzles locked together, Tails lowered himself down onto the throbbing member's tip. His rear-end hugged the shaft, and the mobian let out a sharp groan as it slipped in. The orange fox could feel his own erection spire up and pulse against his friend's fur.

Vyn's eyes widened, as the warm inferno of his friend's inner walls massaged his vulpine cock to its full six inch length. The gray fox's hands raised, slowly, and wrapped around his friend's firm and floofy butt. He held him secure, and pulled the mobian up and down his spire. Vyn had no idea how the constricting interior of his friend's ass would just let him pull up, and just resist enough to pleasure him on the descent. 

Tails pushed Vyn's hands off of his rear-end and broke away from the kiss, looking down at the dumb-struck Styrian with mischief in his eyes. *"You just...relax. I got this~"* With that last word, and a wink, the mobian's waist started to roll and massage the gray fox's engulfed flesh. The vulpine member throbbing and pulsing within was starting to grow a fat knot at the hilt. Vyn let out a muffled groan as he tried to hold the sounds of pleasure in, Tails on the other hand gasped and audibly enjoyed each inch that pushed into him. 

The orange fox started to bounce directly onto Vyn's knot, pressing his hole right against it as he demanded to be tied to his friend. The styrian just couldn't hold his feelings in anymore, and started to moan out into the cold air. "T...Tails~ I...Nnn...Aaah..." Vyn felt his friend place his hands on his shoulders as he slammed his rump down onto him, smiling with devious joy. 

He continued to ride and engulf the styrian's member, for what seemed like an eternity of rising heat. Vyn huffed and closed his eyes, feeling his climax approaching. Tails pushed himself downward, harder and...then it just popped in. The mobian let out a harsh moan as he felt his friend's cock pump hot globs of pent up cum into his body. Tails himself blasted his friend's chest floof with string after string of gooey pearly white mess. 

Finally, in their heated breathing, after the last shot was fired they simply....stared into each other's eyes. The silence lasted for thirty seconds, to which Tails closed his eyes nervously, scratched the back of his head, and chuckled *"See? That wasn't so hard was it?"* 

Vyn let out a laugh, to which Tails joined him. The mobian laid against him, smashing the spunk into himself as well as his friend. Their heat had warmed the area, and they fell asleep together...Vyn dreamt about how this would never have happened, had he not been stricken as he was. Tails dreamt about ice cream, he was particularly hungry.