Sonic had spent a bit of time outside, dealing with some badnicks. It wasn’t that much of a job, though, at least not enough to worry anyone else. He was through with those baddies in the blink of an eye, which left myself alone at home. Which meant more time for me to set about my plan. Before I even realized, night’d fallen. The door opened far in the background, when Sonic stepped through and stretched his limbs out, letting out a yawn. 
	“Man, what a workout,” he remarked. He progressed forwards, and spied me, sitting a few inches away from the tv, playing an old rpg. Something developed by Ring Soft. Sonic furrowed his brow at the sight, and approached cautiously. “Tails, weren’t you playing this before I went out?” 
	“Yeah. I estimate I’ve been playing a few hours now,” I said while clacking at the buttons. 
	“…Is that healthy?” Sonic asked. 
	“Not necessarily,” I answered. “But, I need some dream food.”
	“Dream food? What the heck do you mean?” Sonic asked. 
	“Long story short, I need better dreams,” I said. “Figured this’d be good at helping me out.” Sonic kept his brow raised, at least I assumed he did, because I could feel his weirded out expression boring into my back. 
	“…Do you think you got enough?” 
	“Yeah, I think so.” With that, I saved the game, before flipping the console off. I stood up and rubbed my eyes a little. “Geez, I need to let my eyes rest..” 
	“O-ok, good night.” With that, I’d decide to get up and out towards bed. Though, not without a precaution. I closed the door behind me, and looked around. My bed was nice and empty, and a camera system was set up and looking at the room. Additionally, the closet had a few locks placed over it, and the window was locked. Good, the room was set up. I stretched my limbs and grunted, squeezing the tension out of me. I walked over, and climbed into bed, while glancing over at the locked closet. 
	“Let’s see you try your tricks this time!” I laughed. Then with a yawn, I pulled the covers over me, and settled down to sleep…
…
	A grand, grassy plain was out, stuck under a forest and trees stretching high in the air while beams of light slipped through the leaves. It seemed like it’d be a normal place, though things weren’t exactly normal in these times. The beautiful princess has been kidnapped by a wicked band of mercenaries, and they’re using her as ransom to ransack the many towns and caravans! And as one of her guards, I find it in my duty to seek her out, and save her! Though, of course, it wouldn’t be easy. 
	The forest was suddenly filled with the loud clash of metal against metal, and grunts of effort. The force of the attack would push me back several feet, hitting against the tree behind me, though I wasn’t too badly banged up. I wore some orange slacks with metal grieves, a pair of metal gauntlets, a chest plate, helmet, and a 2 foot long sword. And right now, I was fighting a giant of a mercenary, a gator several feet taller than me and dressed in a similar set of armor, with a sword that has one foot on mine. He brought his blade up and swung down, forcing me to swing up to catch the sword, though I’d be forced to take a knee from the attack. I’d shove to the side to knock the blade down to the ground, before rearing back and dashing into his chest plate, knocking him back a little. 
	Taking the blow, he growled. And while I was getting on my feet, he was rushing. I brought my head up, just in time to see the flat edge of his blade come in and strike my chest, thrusting me back. With me knocked over, he reared back, before leaping up, and slamming his backside onto my abdomen, getting a loud grunt out of me. He smirked, before climbing back up on his feet. From there, he’d flip his sword around and point the tip down at my face. 
	“Nice try, twerp, but y’can’t stop the muscle,” the gator said, raising the blade upright. My eyes widened, and I immediately swung my sword in front of my face defensively. However, before he could strike, the word “Spectaclate!” sounded out, and I’d swear a flash filled the area. I wasn’t affected, but that brute wasn’t. His pupils went pin-prick, and he brought his arm up to try and rub the light out of them. With him dazed, I crawled out from under him, before coming up, and dashing right at his face, using my whole form to uppercut him. And then, the brute stumbled back, before tripping over his feet. Then, like a tree, he fell back, and slammed on the ground with a tremendous thud. 
	With him down, I panted and panted, and drew my helm off of me before wiping my brow. I panted and panted and sheathed the sword, before glancing around. 
	“Hey, who cast that spell?” I asked. “I wanted to thank you.” 
	“Oh, over here, adventurer,” a holy voice said. I turned to the source. And there, I saw… a remarkable lady. She wore white robes with a cross emblem drawn over it, though they were spread to unveil a white dress beneath, this clinging tightly around her plump hips and chest, though she was seen adjusting her dress a little, as though it wasn’t covering her breasts a moment ago. She also had, in one hand, a staff, though it had a rope loop around the tip, a strange design choice. And beneath all of that fine dress, there was the luscious form of one of the bats of the church. This appeared to be one of the famous Clerics, known for their restorative power and almost motherly treatment of those that near them. This one wore white lipstick and white eyeshadow. 
	“A Cleric?” I asked. I approached curiously. “I didn’t realize I was that close to a town.”
	“Hardly,” she admitted. “That gator, Vector, and his band had razed my home and forced me out into the wild. I’d been tracking him down, when I found your brave little soul battling him.” As she spoke, she gently took one of my hands between hers, and I felt kind of embarrassed. It was quite sacrilegious to have any such feelings for the clerics, but they were infamously known for having this effect on anyone that gets too close to them. 
	“W-well, truth be told, I probably wouldn’t live still if it weren’t for you,” I admitted. And then, despite the gentle grin on her face, I could feel concern fill her as she clenched on my hand. 
	“You’ve been harmed,” she said. “My child, I mustn’t let you continue suffering.” And then, she took one hand off of mine, and began hooking the front of her dress. And at that, I blushed harder. 
	“N-no worries, miss,” I said. “I’m not suffering, I don’t really need-“
	“Oh-ho, don’t be so modest, my child,” the cleric before me said. She then swiftly yanked the front of her dress down, exposing her breasts before me, one seeming as big as my face! I blushed deeply as she unveiled herself before me, and she quickly brought a hand upon the back of my head. My pupils shrank to pin pricks, before she yanked me in, forcing my lips upon one of her nipples. I wriggled around and squealed and squealed, feeling so, so dirty! “Shhhh~ My child, relax~ Allow me to restore you, my child~” I grunted and grunted and wriggled more and more, though she held me tight. 
	I tried to free myself, though would find I couldn’t escape the warm embrace of a cleric. Especially not after how badly Vector bullied me. I sighed before shutting my eyes, hoping this could hide me from the embarrassing situation. 
	“Now~ Drink, my child~” she almost commanded. And with that, I’d realize that I couldn’t get out of here without complying. I blushed, and began suckling, making sure my lips were wrapped tight around her nipples so that I could take it in. I heard a gentle moan from the cleric, though she’d eventually force herself to bite her lip. While holding my head in place, she caressed her breast, gently squeezing. I could feel the milk within begin to pour down my throat. And as it came down, a warm feeling filled my body.
	I clenched my toes and gave some wriggles with my hips, feeling that warmth go from my core, before extending out to my toes and fingers. My ears shook, and my tails gave a gentle wag. Even the scuff on my armor seemed to be undone, now appearing as nice as the day that I bought it. Eventually, she sighed, before lowering my head from her breast. I’d slowly blink awake, before finding my head lying on her lap, looking up at her towering body, naked breasts before me. I looked up at her and blushed, feeling frozen. I was sure that I’d trigger some kind of beartrap if I made a move. However, the cleric would stroke my head. 
	“There… that wasn’t so bad, was it my child?” she asked. I was red in the face and turned my face away from her, not quite willing to let her see me answer. 
	“I-I guess…” I admitted. Not that I was willing to do more than that, I didn’t really want to look like I liked it. She smiled, before pulling the dress back over her breasts. 
	“I simply must follow you, my child,” the cleric said. 
	“Follow?”
	“That’s right. A heart like yours will destroy those wicked mercenaries. I must see to it that your journey is safe and successful.” And with that, I froze up. I tried to think up a possible means of ushering her away. I felt like I’d only be in trouble if I were to keep her with me. 
	“I-it’ll be quite dangerous,” I countered. However, she reached her arms under mine, before pulling me up and sitting me on her lap. She rested her head upon the top of mine while wrapping her arms around my midsection. 
	“And I’ll have a brave, young knight to keep me safe~” she cooed. I shuddered and gave a few wriggles against her arms, still trying to figure out what to do to assuage her without coming off as rude. I could find nothing. 
	“O-ok, fine,” I muttered. “I guess I could use your aid…” I could practically feel her smile beam into the back of my head, before she climbed up onto her feet and carried me up onto mine. “By the way, I never got your name. My name’s Sir Tails.” 
	“Call me Clouge~” she purred while hugging me tight. And then, she pulled away. With her in tow, we’d continue forwards. And it’d be a long, long trek. We were still a long ways away from the mercenary’s hideout. 
…
	Eventually, we’d have to set up camp, which was a little awkward considering I’d only bought one tent and sleeping cot. I’d set up the thing and offered her the tent. She insisted we could share, though I said that I couldn’t take a lady’s sleeping area. Somehow, that seemed to be enough to assuage her, and I was allowed to lie outside. I’d have to get out of my armor to rest comfortably, and had to use the satchel I used to carry the gear like a cot. It was a tight fit, but I made it work. Unfortunately, something dangerous was amiss. 
	I was sleeping and sleeping, unaware of the snake that slid through the dirt. There must’ve been a hole in the back of the satchel, for it was able to slither in, right near my hindquarters. And thus, like a thumbtack in a chair, I’d jolt from the satchel with a loud yelp of pain. I clutched at my backside, and could feel the tiny punctures the serpent’s teeth made. I immediately ran for my sword, before yanking it up. The snake had come forth, and bore its fangs at me. I held the sword close and tried to aim. However, before it could lunge forth, Clouge fled from the tent and had used her staff’s rope loop to snatch the serpent. There was apparently a mechanism in the weapon to tighten the loop, because the slack loop suddenly went tight and held the serpent close. 
	She immediately brought the snake close to examine, before swinging her staff and subsequently hurling the snake far away. With it gone, she snapped her head towards me. And now, with the offending creature gone from us and adrenaline slowly lowering, I realized the cleric was naked, her large breasts hanging free and her rump, easily capable of eclipsing my torso, was wide out. I blushed immediately and turned away. Clouge, however, was less concerned with my nudity than I of hers. She approached, and grabbed one of my hands between hers, now concentrating intently. 
	“That snake was venomous,” she said. “And its poison courses through you now.” At that, my red face suddenly went pale with horror. 
	“O-oh no! What can I do?!” I asked in worry. 
	“Where were you bitten?” 
	“M-my rear end,” I muttered in embarrassment. However, she seemed to act faster than I’d realize. She scooped her arms under me, before flipping me around! She sat down on the ground, and had arranged my body, my head down towards her thighs while she’d fitted my legs under her arms, and my backside right before her. I could feel her eyes scanning my butt in search of the offending bite. She’d even ran her finger over my buttocks in search of it. Eventually, I could feel her finger brush past the holes produced by that snake’s fangs. I glanced back in worry, and spied her hoisting my hips just right, and leaning in close. 
	“Clouge, what are you-?” I asked in worry. However, my question was halted as I felt her lips upon the wound. They tingled with a magical kind of shimmer, almost vibrating against my rear end as she suckled upon the wound. My face went from pale to full of red in a moment. I couldn’t even muster a flustered wail I was so overwhelmed by this kiss. Her tingling sensation felt to course from my rear, through my legs, to my heart, and through my veins. She suckled and suckled, before releasing her grip with a “mwah”. I panted and panted, her finally setting me down. 
	“I’d just casted Antidote on you,” Clouge said. “Your affliction should be healed.” I shook myself out of my daze, before groaning and standing up. I had to admit, I definitely felt this aura of ease wash over me following her kiss. Though I still felt tingly… I looked over my shoulder, and could spy a distinct, lip-shaped white mark right on my tush. 
	“Aw man…” I said. 
	“My child- I mean, Sir Tails,” Clouge started. “It’s not safe for you out here. You must come inside.” As embarrassing as it would be to go in with her, she was very, very right. If I hadn’t made a noise, if I’d slept more heavily, I could just as easily game overed right there. And what an embarrassing epithet that’d be, “Died from a bite to the bum”. 
	“I guess you’re right,” I admitted. “But there’s only one cot.” 
	“I don’t mind sharing, Sir Tails.” One of the last things I’d want to hear…
	Still, she helped bring my gear into the tent, a fairly cramped, beige space with tarp on the ground to cover from the dirt. And on one side was the cot itself, while Clouge’s clothing was over in a different corner. Clouge spread the cot open, before turning towards me. 
	“Do you wish to go in first?” If it meant not climbing over her body to get in…
	“Y-yes, ma’am,” I answered. With that, she stepped away, and I was able to crawl in. I scooped one of the edges of the blanket on top of it up before bringing it over myself. I wriggled into place, and sighed. However, I suddenly felt the space beside me begin to fill. And in that moment, I began to feel the result of my short-sightedness. Clouge’s curvaceous form began to fill up the space around me, squeezing beside me and shoving me against the edge of the cot. I grunted and wriggled about as she pulled the rest of herself in, soon managing to finally fill out. The whole thing bent downwards as her weight settled in, and I was forced to lean into her. 
	I found myself just under her arm, groin dangerously close to her hip. She seemed to realize the uncomfortable situation, and was willing to “help”. She braced the frame of the cot, before leaning to the side and causing me to roll the rest of the way down, and beneath her. Like that, I was face up, looking up at her back. 
	“W-wait! Clouge-!” However, I was quickly shut up as she laid back down, smushing me under her back… her butt over my groin. If one were to look on the scene as an observer, they wouldn’t even see me, save for my tails peeking out either side of the cleric. Despite this… compromising position, it wasn’t particularly painful. Clouge was a lot softer than one’d suspect. Still, I was forced to smush into every lewd curve, slick with sweat. It was very, very embarrassing… 
	“I must say, I’m surprised you decided to climb in before me,” Clouge started. “I’m sure my front would’ve served as a nice sleeping material for you. Still, I don’t mind this. You’re actually kind of soft, my chi- Sir Tails.” I blushed as she spoke. What a strange way to compliment someone! I gave a few wriggles, before realizing something very embarrassing about any slight movement. Specifically, that my naked groin was pressed against her… I tried to stay still, and hoped that she’d sleep still too… 
…
	After that, we’d get out of our tent, and progress forwards. I’d realize that we needed more space to sleep. Fortunately, if my map’s correct, there should be one a fair distance towards the northeast. So, we’d progress. Occasionally, we’d have to battle more mercs or bandits in general, I’d take the brunt of the damage, and Clouge would hoist me and make me drink from her to restore myself. Some would have poisonous weaponry, and Clouge would force another kiss on me to get rid of the poison. 
	Eventually, we’d make it to a small town, this one seeming nice and untouched by mercenaries. This was a good place to resupply, thankfully. We’d go in, greeted by a few quaint-looking houses, each seeming 1-floor tall, maybe most were big enough to have one room in them. 
	“Ok, now we need to go in, grab some more potions and another cot, and then we’ll go back on the road,” I told Clouge. She nodded in understanding, and then we progressed. We’d have to go deeper into town, and into the ring of buildings. At the far end, opposite the entrance, there’s a building with a sign over it: crossed swords and a shield. And beside it was a building with a potion sign on it. A weapon and armor shop and a consumables shop respectively. I’d enter it, and spy the contents. A pink hedgehog was there and nodded, greeting us.
	It was a simple enough transaction, we’d buy the cot and pack it up. Having bought it, we’d start to step out, only for Clouge to hold me back and point towards the only entrance. I looked ahead, and would spy multiple mercenaries pouring in, bearing powerful armor and dangerous looking weapons. My eyes would widen and I’d retreat, closing the door. 
	“That’s a lot of bad guys…” I said. 
	“And that was our only way out…” Clouge remarked. I furrowed my brow, and began to back up, unsure of what to do. 
	“You guys are fighters, right? Supposed to stand up to baddies like that?” the shopkeeper said. “I heard some powerful mage checked in to the inn next door. Here, I’ll show you the door on the side so that you can get in more stealthily.” 
	“O-oh! Thank you!” I said gratefully. With that, the shopkeeper opened up the way deeper in, and the cleric and I would progress in. She’d bring us to a backdoor towards the space between houses, and so I’d open it up, spying another door in the side of the other house, what must’ve been the inn. “Thank you, shopkeeper!” I bowed. She simply smiled and waved, before closing the door behind. Clouge and I would then race to the nearby door, opening it up and slipping into the inn. The inn’s front room seemed fairly empty, the usual staff seeming to’ve vanished. They must’ve evacuated when they realized who was coming in. 
	We’d progress in more, before climbing the stairs and up to the rooms upstairs. And in there, we could see several doors opened wide, probably the residents evacuating. However, one of them remained shut for some reason. I decided that that was the most interesting room to check out for now. And so, Clouge and I approached, before testing the door. It was locked. 
	“Can’t get in,” I remarked, stepping back from the door. “We’ll have to search these other rooms.” However, Clouge approached, and knocked on the door a little. Then, whoever was within muttered. 
	“Alright, I’m coming,” a feminine voice said. With that, the two of us stepped back, and heard the door click open, before unveiling whoever was inside. She was another bat, kind of like Clouge, though she wore a black cape, tight, sparkly pantyhose that unveiled her black panties and black bra. Only the pantyhose covered her feet, them otherwise merely feet. She also wore dark purple lipstick and dark purple eye shadow. Of all people… I couldn’t believe a dark mage actually showed up in this random town! I felt the cleric tense up, and so I shoved myself between the two of them, them being natural enemies of the other. 
	“I-I didn’t expect you to appear over here,” I remarked. “What brought you here?” 
	“Eh, do I really need a reason?” the dark mage answered. “I’m just a traveler that enjoys seeing new places and spanking those mercs.”
	“O-oh is that so?” I asked. “Because there happen to be a few mercenaries out there right now.” 
	“Oh how convenient,” she remarked. She stepped out and past the two of us, heading towards one of the doors on the upper floor. She peered out and furrowed her brow. “Think you can handle those guys?” 
	“Hm… I think I’ll need a little assistance,” she said. “I’ll just burn out my magic pool if I were to go all out on those losers. Hm…” She tapped her chin and paced around, before eventually turning towards me. She then sported a funny-looking grin, which suddenly made me feel like I myself was in trouble. Clouge began to step in front of me defensively. “Relax, miss goddess pet,” she teased. “In case you haven’t noticed, without me you’re either totally subservient to these guys, or goners.” I felt Clouge furrow her brow as she glared at the mage, though I’d begin to step in front of her. 
	“D-don’t worry,” I tried assuring her. “She’s in the same boat as us. We can only trust each other right now.” Clouge was still distrustful of the dark mage, though she decided to stand back. I nodded, before turning towards the dark mage, who approached me with a funky look in her eye. She began approaching me, before running her finger over her lips. They glowed with a white light. She then bent down and snatched my cheeks, before pulling me up and planting a big smooch on my forehead! 
	“Wah!” I grunted as she held me in place, holding the kiss for a while, before eventually popping her lips off of me. I groaned and rubbed at my forehead. “Ugh, what was that for?” I asked. However, I instead found the dark mage to be moving extremely slowly into a standing position. She was torturously, torturously slow. It was as if she wasn’t moving at full speed. “What the heck are you-?” I then glanced over to Clouge, who similarly seemed to be slow in movement. 
	Curious, I began to move around and out from in front of them. They didn’t turn to try and follow me, still. I grew more and more curious, until I bumped into a wall. I stepped away and glanced up, spying a painting hung from it. It appeared to be rattling… at least, I think it was. It too was moving outrageously slowly. I rubbed at my forehead, and could feel the slight tingle of magical energy upon there. Was that dark mage responsible for this? Was… was this some of her spell stuff?! I needed to test it in full. 
	I left the inn, and headed down into the main town. And there, I could see each merc moving very, very slowly. I walked towards one of them, this one not seeming to’ve noticed me. So, I took up my sword, before using it to sweep this guy’s legs out from under him. And in a moment, his determined charge turned into him partway through a fall. 
	“Ok, this is actually pretty cool,” I remarked. There were still a few more soldiers to go through, however. So, I quickly sprinted to the next. What followed was me, in my apparently super fast state, tripping merc after merc after merc, causing them to each go into a falling motion. Before long, the last was tripped. Which was good, considering that the tingling on my forehead was wearing off. Soon, the mark faded, and time started to resume. And in a moment, several yelps and grunts of pain rang out as invader after invader after invader fell down.  
	They seemed properly stunned by all of the attacks, knocked down. And with them overwhelmed, a few of the scared citizens, stunned for a moment themselves, would run forth to tackle the mercs down and keep them down. It seemed like, thanks to that dark mage’s magic, we were more than able to take care of the opposing forces…
	The mercs were rounded up and stripped of their armory, before being hauled off to the dungeons. I actually managed to garner quite a bit of gold thanks to that. And with them all down, Clouge and the dark mage came down to meet up with me. 
	“Well done, hot shot,” the dark mage said. “You were able to utilize my magic to its fullest without so much as an explanation. Almost thought you’d be blubbering about a kiss for a little too long.” I blushed at her teasing and rubbed at my cheek. 
	“H-hey… I-I’m more of a knight than I may look…” I defended. “A-anyways, you did a lot of good here. To be honest, we might use a bit more of your magic.” The cleric narrowed her gaze at me, prompting me to thrust my hands up defensively. “I-I’m just saying, restoration is very nice, very nice. But, against numbers like that, we need a bit more firepower.” Clouge still glowered, though nodded her head in understanding. 
	“Oh, you’re gonna keep hunting those guys?” the dark mage asked. 
	“Well, yeah,” I answered. “They took the princess, and I serve under her. I am Sir Tails, after all.” 
	“Oh I thought you looked familiar,” the dark mage said. She then extended her hand out to me. “Name’s Mouge, pleasure to meet you.” I took it in my hand, and shook it. 
	“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”
…
	Eventually, we’d set out yet again, traveling the roads and near the forests. On the way, we’d end up getting in more fights, these ones now having Mouge conjure bolts of fire and lightning to beat down the enemies. Eventually, night would fall, and we’d have to make a stop. We got into the forest and set up a tent, as well as the cots. After last time, I decided that staying inside would be preferable to staying outside. There was, of course, one problem: I only had two cots in here, and there were three of us. 
	“…Clearly, I’d forgotten something,” I admitted.
	“I guess one of us has to sleep on the floor,” Clouge said, glancing towards the dark mage.
	“Oh please, there’s plenty of room for us to share,” Mouge said. 
	“N-no, I’d hate to take up room you guys could use,” I assured. “Come on, I’ll lay down here and sleep.”
	“Oh come now, you know you deserve a good place to sleep,” Clouge argued. 
	“Really, it’s no trouble. Look, I’ll just lay down now and-“ However, I’d be interrupted by the sight of Mouge running her twinkling finger around her lips. This finger glowed with a dark sheen, now applying to her lips. I looked up at her curiously as she approached, before she grabbed my cheeks and leaned in, giving my forehead a kiss. “Agh! N-now what’s this spell do?!” 
	“I just cast sleep on you~” she cooed. 
	“N-now hang on, I was gonna do that my-“ However, in a moment, my fight would be gone. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I shuddered, stumbling side to side. I began to fall, only for Mouge to wrap her arms around me and keep me up. She’d wrap an arm under my butt and hoist me up, pressing my body against her torso and tucking my head into the crook of her neck. She gently rapped her fingers behind my ear, while getting a handful of my tuckus, as she walked over to her own cot. 
	“Y’didn’t think I wouldn’t realize you had him to yourself first, did you?” she teased Clouge. The cleric, meanwhile, glowered at her, though didn’t seem capable of dissuading her. She sighed, before climbing into her own cot. Mouge smirked victoriously, before climbing into her own, laying me over her, my cheek wresting upon one of her breasts, before she pulled the covers over us. Her lips still glowed with magical power, indicating she still had a bit of magic over me… 
…
	I found myself alone in my tent, one cot for myself. I glanced around wearily, while holding the covers over me protectively. I took a few deep breaths, and began to climb up onto my rear. However, before I could, a bat figure, obscured by the darkness, entered the tent. I felt a twinge of fear as the mysterious invader entered, and crawled back a little. The bat, meanwhile, looked over me, and though her face was enveloped in shade, I could tell she stared at me hungrily. She approached, grabbing the bottom of my blanket, before hoisting it up, shielding herself from my view. 
	I glanced around, looking for any tool to defend myself. I looked farther back, and noticed that my sword was pretty far away. Not good, not good. Her arms wrapped over my thighs, and spread them apart, and I felt her lean in until her breasts were between my legs. I blushed intensely as she got closer and closer, grunting and wriggling my hips. 
	“M-miss… wh-what are you doing…?” I muttered in worry. She shook her hips and rocked side to side on top of my legs, and I could feel her breath… down there… I tried to crawl away, but she wrapped her arms behind my back and held me in place. “Wah! M-miss!!!” However, she leaned in, and gave a kiss, sending an electric jolt through my body, my face thoroughly red right now. I kicked my legs around frantically as she kissed and kissed, blushing deeply at each assault. I grit my teeth once I felt her wrap her lips totally around it. She was… out for blood… 
	I shuddered and shuddered, curling my toes painfully tight and clutching at the fabric beneath me. I gave a few thrusts of my hips, before shutting my eyes tightly… 
…
	Later, I woke up, still in the cot… still on top of Mouge. Though, there was now a sticky, white spot right on her belly. She still seemed asleep, so she wouldn’t notice for now. I blushed deeply, and tried to pull away to maybe find a cloth to clean up with. But, I’d find that her arms were wrapped tightly around my back. And so, I was pinned to her, and I would be forced to endure her wrath whenever she’d wake up. 
	However, I’d glance up towards her, and spy her looking down at me. 
	“H-huh?” I muttered in worry. However, she simply responded with a curt wink towards me. She gently stroked the back of my head, before leaning in and kissing the top of my head. 
	“You should really go to sleep, dear,” she assured. 
	“Nnn… I-I had a weird dream…” I answered. 
	“Liked it, didn’t ya~?” I paused, thinking over what I’d just experienced, and still blushed deeply. 
	“…I-I actually have my heart saved for another…” 
	“Hm?”
	“Yeah… call me hopeless, but I’ve kind of held onto those tales of knights saving princesses and becoming their loves. I-I guess that’s part of why I decided to take up the sword.”
	“Aw, still got a crush, kid?” I blushed at her teasing, and retreated under the covers. “Hey, hey… tell you what, how’d you like dreams with that princess of yours?” 
	“…Would that be weird?” 
	“So is taking a job to become some lady’s boyfriend.” I gave pause at that. Despite it being bedtime, it was uncomfortably quiet between us. I wearily leaned in close, and nodded. She smiled, before leaning in and smooching my forehead with that dark magic yet again…
…
	It was a fairly similar dream. At least, what I recall was. The dream would fade all too easy with awakening, with only faint memory of myself on my back and my love sitting upon me remaining. Well, either way, the sun had risen, and we’d have to progress further. Our trail would take us to the thick forest-line surrounding the merc’s fortress, rings upon rings of trees surrounding it. Mercenaries could be anywhere in here, and often the foliage would obscure vision of any of them. Needless to say, this was a dangerous place to go through. 
	So, the three of us made sure we were close at all times, carefully examining the space around us as we progressed deeper in. We’d occasionally have to battle some brute, but thankfully we never got into the situation where we’d be overwhelmed by their numbers. We were practically a well oiled machine, the three of us. We’d eventually make it down one path, which should bring us closer to the Merc Stronghold. I was lead, me being the shield and the bats being more magic-oriented. I walked, the path covered by branches. Our travel would be halted, however, as I’d end up stepping upon a snare, which whipped me up into the air! 
	“Wah!” I wailed as I was yanked up into the air. 
	“Sir Tails!” Clouge gasped as I was yanked up. I was hoisted by the ankles and held upside down, gently swaying side to side. The cleric started to approach, only for a knife to soar through and embed itself in the ground at her feet. The two magic wielders backed away at the knife’s appearance, before glancing around for the source. 
	“Hm, the boy I can attribute, but you other two don’t look like the mercenary type,” a seductive voice explained. Suddenly, from the woods came a bat lady, wearing a leather vest, tight black pants, and a tight black shirt, the two of them wrapped around her curves. She seemed similar in proportion to the magic-wielding bats. She wore green lipstick and green eyeliner. 
	“M-mercenary?” I stuttered. “N-no, we’re not mercenaries! W-we’re here to stop them!” 
	“Stop them?” the new arrival remarked. “Hm… are you implying that you aren’t mercenaries?” 
	“Of course not!” I declared. “I am Sir Tails, knight to the princess!” 
	“Oh! A knight?” the rogue asked. She got dangerously close to me, while thumbing the hilt of a sheathed dagger, it strapped to her hip. She brought her hand up and cradled my head, moving me around while I broke in a nervous sweat. “Hm… you look a bit too cute to be a knight…”
	“I-I’m pretty new,” I answered. “I’d only just learned how to hold my own against another knight when the princess was kidnapped.” 
	“Hm…” she muttered. She released my head, before reaching up and running her hands around my armor’s straps, slowly taking them off. 
	“Wh-what are you-?!” 
	“Just checking something…” the rogue asked. The two mages, meanwhile, began conjuring magic, preparing a spell should she try something worse. Eventually, the metal sheets were off of my body, leaving behind the tight suit underneath, it hugging my body. She curiously grabbed and groped various parts of me, from my biceps, to under my arms, to around my hips, to my abdomen… At each touch, I shivered, wriggling my bound legs around. “Hm… Got some muscle, but not quite enough to be as threatening as those brutes.”
	“H-Hey!” 
	“Hm… I suppose you’re not quite as threatening as I feared you’d be,” the rogue admitted. 
	“Then you’ll let him go, right?” Clouge asked with a bite of threat to her voice. 
	“Yeah yeah, in a bit,” the rogue said. 
	“A bit?” I asked. She smirked and cradled my head again. 
	“Well, I must admit, part of me had fancied stealing a kiss from a big wig knight,” she started. “Although, I’d always been into the idea of getting with a boy so much smaller than me~” I blushed as she explained, suddenly feeling like I was caught in some wicked trap like a mouse! Faster than I could protest, she yanked me in and smushed her lips into my cheek. 
	“Ah!” I gasped out as she smooched. She held, suckling upon me and smothering green in me, before releasing with a loud “mwah”. I could feel my fur matted down with her lipstick. She sighed happily, before leaning in and upon my other cheek. 
	“Mmm~ This is so much better than I’d thought it’d be~” the rogue remarked while the two magic casters just look on in worry… though the two of them were blushing… “Why, I feel so intoxicated, I might turn your cute orange face green~” 
	“But I like my face orange!” I declared. I tried to swivel away from her, though she’d lean in to paint my nose, muzzle, chin, forehead… 
	I felt so dizzy from all of the attacks, maybe even from being upside down for so long. Either way, the rogue had reapplied her lipstick after smushing it against me for so long. She smirked and pocketed her vial. 
	“Mmm~ You know how to serve a lady, shortcake~” she cooed. “Alright, let’s get you down from there~” She held my ankles and tugged me down a little, getting my face dangerously close to her crotch as she brought her body close to mine. I was forced to feel her thighs on either cheek as she reached up, drawing her dagger and snipping the rope. Before gravity could yank me to the ground below, she quickly pinned me to her by bringing her arm down. I sighed in relief, and then she gently laid me on my back. I crawled up, and began grabbing the chunks of armor I was missing. 
	“So, what are you doing so close to the mercenaries?” I asked her. 
	“Oh, I just enjoy spanking some guys that deserve it,” she answered. “Although, I don’t mind having a boy to snack on every now and again~” I shuddered and kept on fastening the plates together. 
	“W-well, since we’re all against the bad guys, perhaps we should work together to wear them down,” I suggested. 
	“Yeah, might be fun,” the rogue answered a little faster than I expected. “Especially with little old you to dance for me.” I blushed and pouted indignantly at that statement, though was able to pull the rest of my armor back on. 
	“L-laugh all you want, I’m still going to save the princess.” I made sure the armor fit properly, before sighing happily. “Anyways, what should we call you?” I extended my hand towards her. 
	“Rrouge,” she answered, gently shaking my hand. “Anyways, do you really expect to keep on that way?” 
	“Uh, what way?” 
	“You know, you in armor, all clanking around right in enemy territory? You must’ve attracted a quarter of the forest to you already.”
	“Well…”
	“Meanwhile, those two are in low-weight armor, and would be quiet if they didn’t sling their spells around. Nah, we need to do something to hide you.” 
	“Uh, what might that be?” With that, she smiled her seemingly signature smirk, before withdrawing a gold piece from her pocket. It brandished, on one side the princess’ face, and on the other her tail end. No one knows why such a coin was officially printed, there were only a few in the land. She then flipped it before asking me to make a call, which only made me confused. She caught it, and it showed the face. “Heads. Looks like you’re going up.” 
	“Uh, up where?” I asked. She seemed to giggle at my lack of knowledge, before reaching down and under my arms. She hoisted me up and onto her shoulder. Confused, I peered back… and saw her hook the rim of her shirt, before pulling it back and revealing her cleavage deep within. And then, she brought up my feet, before sliding them in. “Wh-what the-?! What are you-?!” 
	“I already told you, I’m hiding you,” she said as if it were the most obvious thing. More and more of my body was slid in, and I tried to grasp her shoulder to keep myself aloft. Despite this, she was able to pry my hands off of her, and bring me in lower. Lower. Lower. Next thing I knew, I was thrust into darkness, peering up at the narrow window and up into Rrouge’s face as she slid me deep into place. And then, like a snap, that window vanished. I was trapped in the dark crevice, the shirt forcefully wedging myself into her cleavage while the rest of myself was unable to go anywhere. And I could feel those breasts, either over half my size, everything below my knees peeking down. I grunted and wriggled about, though the shirt held them as tight as a vice around my form. 
	Outside, my form made a fox-shaped bulge in her shirt. Rrouge gave a sigh, before gently petting said bulge, stroking the back of my head, and my back. 
	“What do you think of that?” she cooed. “Now you don’t have to move around in your thick, clanky armor, and I can move quietly with you stowed away. I’m like a silent carriage!” 
	“Carriages don’t usually talk,” Mouge remarked. Though, she approached… and for some reason, poked my back. “Though, he does seem like he’ll be easier to travel with when he’s smushed up like this.” 
	“I have to admit, I would not’ve thought of such a plan,” Clouge admitted. “Nor do I think we’d be quite capable of anything like this…”
	“Yeah, our stuff’s super tight,” Mouge remarked. Rrouge seemed to laud in the attention while continuing to rub the me-shaped bulge in her chest. She even felt the need to grab the back of my head and swab me from one breast to the other, pummeling my face lightly. I felt dizzy from that teasing attack. I heard the rogue snicker before she adjusted her shirt, making sure I was nice and in place. 
	“Anyways, we have a fortress to get rid of,” Rrouge remarked. She nodded to the magic users, and then walked forwards, sneaking through the forest. And all the while, I could feel her clothing and her breasts squeeze and wrap around me as she moved around. I was thankful I had some armor between me and her though. Might have another Mouge incident…
…
	Anyways, those three were able to sneak through the forest, avoiding detection from each mercenary. We were moving slowly this whole time, because we constantly needed to wear out all nearby mercs before they reported back to the fortress. But now, with us avoiding any encounters, we were able to practically sprint through the forest. And thus, faster than I could say “are we there yet?” the three bats were looking upon the fortress, Rrouge deciding to pull me out of it, myself somewhat sweaty from the trip. 
	I was allowed on the ground, and took in the place. It was an old stronghold that used to be utilized by some of the soldiers. However, it turned out that a few were aligned with the mercs, and had turned on them to drive them out so that the enemies could take position in the stronghold. They could’ve outfitted their men with some of the most dangerous weapons in the land, and they had the manpower to eye each entrance, not to mention torch-wielding guys sweeping the area to keep an eye out for trespassers. Odds are they were beside some bell or something to warn the rest of the mercs. If we were to go in all at once, we’d be swarmed. 
	“There’s no way we could get past all of that,” I said. “We can’t hope to sneak through that, we can’t hope to overwhelm their forces…” The bats each seemed uncertain. Rrouge, meanwhile, was sweeping the wall with a pair of binoculars she’d had in her pouch. 
	“I see a crack in the wall,” Rrouge announced. “Looks small enough for… a 3 incher to get through.” The three bats looked among each other, before each peering towards me.
	“U-uh, how is that supposed to help?” I asked. There seemed to be an uncomfortable pause among them. Then, Mouge stepped forwards. 
	“I have some shrinking magic in my repertoire,” she said. “It won’t last as long as the last buffing spell I used, but should be enough to put you through.” 
	“And I have light magic,” Clouge said. “I could surround your body in it, and make it harder for anyone inside to see you. It should be able to last longer, my chi- Sir Tails.” 
	“And, with you not weighing me down as much, I should be more than able to bring you to that crack,” Rrouge announced. 
	“B-but wait, what about you?” I asked. 
	“Well… you’ve got your princess to whisk away, don’t you?” Mouge asked. 
	“Yeah, sounds like a few of us will have to keep the bad boys distracted while you take your blushing bride outta here,” Rrouge said. 
	“W-wait, you can’t-!” I started. Though, they each pressed their fingers against my lips, shushing me. 
	“Don’t worry, Sir Tails,” Clouge said. 
	“Yeah, we’ll see you there at the castle,” Mouge said. 
	“Now, stand still for a little,” Rrouge started. “We gotta get you ready for this.” I then tried to protest, though Mouge quickly grabbed my cheeks. She leaned my head towards her, before she came in and kissed my forehead, leaving behind a teal mark. A tingling feeling surrounded me, and I then shrunk down to about 2.5 inches, Rrouge there to quickly grab me before I could be lost to the blades of grass. She held me up, and then Clouge stepped forwards. She held Rrouge’s hand and leaned in close, her large lips coming dangerously close to me. Faster than I could protest, her lips snatched me. 
	I felt them suction upon me and hold me tight, myself flailing as my face was lost in the grips of her lips. I reached up to try and push off of them, but they held too tight. I was left to their mercy! Eventually, however, she gave, and let me fall on my butt onto Rrouge’s hand. 
	“Wow, he really vanished,” Mouge remarked. I rose a brow, and looked over myself. I seemed visible, though they didn’t seem to look right at me, as if they couldn’t ascertain where I was. 
	“Now, I’ll have to sneak him in close,” Rrouge said. “And I can think of no better way to hide him than the tried and true method.” At that, my eyes widened. She couldn’t be talking about-! However, she pulled out that coin from before, and flipped it. I grew worried, figuring neither option would be good for me. It came down, “tails” up. She smirked, before bringing her hand back and pulling the back of her pants out. She then brought her hand close to it, her surely feeling my weight in the palm of her hand. Then, she brought me close, before rocking her hand, and dumping me into the opening, and right between her buttocks. 
	I felt her pants snap into place, smushing me into place while my shrunken form was smushed down in there, feeling those giant things! Rrouge lovingly stroked one of her buttocks, squeezing me a little more, before sighing happily. 
	“I didn’t get to know you long, kid, but I’ll miss having you to myself,” Rrouge remarked while shaking one of her buttocks. I wriggled about in defiance, blushing like mad. Then, like that, she’d dash off into the field, and I felt each wobble and shake of her glutes around me, the closer we went. And eventually, we were at the wall, where she’d scale it. She soon reached the crack, and swiftly scooped my tiny form out. I could only be grateful that she would be unable to see my embarrassed, dazed form. She held her hand to the crack, and I shook myself to sobriety. 
	Seeing the crack, I’d get up and carefully walk across her hand, trying to ignore how high up I was. I got closer and closer, before carefully grabbing the edges of the crack, and pulling myself in. She felt me leave, and pulled her hand away, though she lingered. At some point, she chose to climb down, figuring I was in deep enough. I touched down on the ground, and would begin sprinting deeper in. A few feet from the crack, I took my normal shape, though I could feel that cleric’s magic tingle through my form. I sprinted forwards, and searched and searched…
	As I ran, I’d manage to rush past guards that did not notice me. I would have to thank all of those bats for this, I definitely wouldn’t have gotten this far if I wasn’t aligned with them. There’s no way my sword would’ve gotten through these baddies. Eventually, I was able to find a cell with, remarkably, no guard before it. Perhaps they’d figured they didn’t need anyone right at the cell with how well secured this hideout was. And within, I could see the pin outfit of the princess, turned away from me. She too was a bat, having a similar body shape to the others, though her poofy dress left everything below her waistline a mystery (though, being her knight, I did happen to catch glimpses beneath). 
	“Hey, princess,” I said. The Princess seemed alarmed, before turning in my direction. I could see her pink lipstick and her pink eyeshadow, her eyes wide as she scanned the room. “Oh right, the spell. Listen, I’m here to rescue you. I’m Sir Tails.” 
	“Sir Tails?” she questioned. “Y-you made it here?” 
	“Yeah! Stay away from the door,” I said. I drew my sword, and approached the lock. I brought the weapon up, before swinging it down to break it! Like a knife through warm butter, I broke the lock, and slid the cell door open while sheathing the weapon. Seeing it open, the Princess approached wide-eyed, a smile dressing her face. However, before I could say anything else, she flailed her arms around in front of her, managing to get her fingers around my arms, before hoisting me up and pulling me into her embrace. Her hand wrapped around the back of my head, while her arm tugged me into her covered cleavage, though it felt like she threatened to pierce her dress with me. 
	“Oh, Tails… my sweet Tails…” she cooed. “You’ve been so kind to me. Where others would’ve run or fallen, you came to my aid…” 
	“W-well, I wasn’t exactly alone…” I remarked. She then hoisted me up, resting my chin on her bust. She leaned in, and she managed to place her forehead on top of mine. 
	“My dear knight… I must reward you~” With that, I felt her other hand pat around my midsection, before finding itself on my waistline. 
	“U-uh, my Princess?” I muttered. However, she leaned in and kissed at me. I had to shut my eye, and she managed to paint my eyelid. Her hand, meanwhile, managed to find itself between my legs. “A-ah~!” 
	“My dear knight… my dear knight… give me all of you~” She leaned in close again, her lips now approaching mine…” 
…
	I woke up in my bed, stuck in that strange daze between dream and reality. Soon, my bedroom filled my view… as did that doll’s face. She had her arm wrapped around me, and one hand on my crotch. My hands, meanwhile, were positioning the arms just right… And my body yearned for it. Maybe… maybe I’m still dreaming? Yeah, that’s gotta be it. This doll’s supposed to be locked tighter than Big’s belt. There’s no way it could be out. That’s why… Yeah, I’m just having a weird dream, where the doll itself is rubbing my groin.
	“A-ah~ Princess~” I moaned, squirming a little. She rubbed and rubbed, my hand maneuvering her arm a little so she could- no, this was all the doll’s doing. I brought her- she brought herself up, stuffing her breasts over my face, myself moaning and shuddering, shaking beneath her. Meanwhile, her hand moved away from my cock, and had nestled her curvy buttocks around it, it poking out between her thighs and squeezed into place. My hand was down on her hip, rocking it- no, she was moving, she was grinding on me. “P-Princess~ Th-this is very irregular!” 
	I moaned and moaned, my thighs shivering while her other arm was coming down… her fingers clenching one of my buttocks as she messed with me. “M-ma’am! I-I don’t think I can-!” However, with her other hand, she shoved me deep into her cleavage, grinding faster and faster. Beads of pre began staining her backside as she got faster and faster. I clenched my toes and my teeth, before letting out a loud squeal as I was forced to cum between her buttocks. With that, I went limp, and the doll was left to lie on my face. I panted and panted, taking in her perfume. Now, I had to wait to wake up… wake up…
	Strange, despite all of that, I was still in this moment. I pulled the doll off of me, before sitting up.
	“Ok, simple test,” I thought to myself. I brought a hand up, and pinched my arm. I could definitely feel it. I felt only weirder, and glanced towards the closet. All the of the locks were gone…