Miles blinked. He blinked once, and he blinked twice. He felt such a throbbing pain in his head, and felt a blank spot in his memory that he couldn’t quite explain. He still felt winded and struggled to get up, but he’d soon come to recall some things that led him to this moment. He remembered being out with Sonic… he remembered them investigating a pair of rogues… he remembered… to yellow beach balls coming for him? He blinked a couple more times, and found himself in a fairly open room. The walls were blank and painted white with horizontal yellow lines painted a foot off the ground. Meanwhile, in the middle was a large plush mat set up around the majority of the floor. The gold-furred, twin-tailed fox would climb up to his feet and look around, still trying to figure out just what this place was.
	“Look who finally woke up,” a sharp voice behind the fox announced. He didn’t know why, but that voice immediately caused a nervous shiver to run up the boy’s spine, his fur stiffening. He’d turn around, and would see a pair that’d get his memory jogging. Before him was a tall, tenrec woman, and a blue, fennec fox boy. The tenrec bore lime green fur with black over her eyes and forehead. She has several quills done up almost like a sort of mohawk, and an additional pair wrapped under her ears. She wore a black tank top, yellow baggy pants, punk jewelry all about her, and a set of teeth that looked like they could make a shark blush. It was also at this moment Miles became aware of how, despite appearing baggy, the rear of her pants appeared stretched out, him now able to see the edges of her buttocks, even from the front. In fact, those edges seemed somewhat familiar to the fox boy.
	The fennec fox beside her certainly appeared more timid than her, him holding his limbs closer to his body protectively and looking at Tails a bit more somberly. He bore argentine blue fur with white on his underbelly and cheeks. His ears leaned down to his hips, which Tails noticed to be shockingly wide. They seemed only slightly shorter than the woman’s beside him, and still considerably dangerous. Aside from studded bands and yellow boots, he was naked.
	“Who the-? Who are you guys? And what am I doing here?” Miles would immediately begin interrogating.
	“Hush now, brat, we’re talkin’,” the tenrec demanded.
	“It’d really be better if you listened to her,” the fennec fox said in a somewhat quiet voice. “Just her backside proved dangerous for you…” Miles seemed slightly intimidated, but tried to keep up a serious expression as he glared at the duo, sure that they were up to some villainous deeds.
	“You know, my friend and I were created to outshine you and that blue friend of yours-“ the tenrec started. Her mentioning him caused Miles’s ears to perk up in worry. 
“What’d you do to Sonic!” Tails interrupted. The woman’s expression soured, and she’d hold a hand out, some electricity dancing between her fingertips.
“Pipe down, squirt! He got away!” She’d sigh and lean back. “But, now that the two of us have you here, we’re gonna hit that loser where it hurts… in his best friend~” That caused Tails to shudder and step back a little in worry.
“Wh-what are you going to do…? Wh-who even are you?”
“Jeez, I thought you were a smart kid, how’d you forget us that much?” the tenrec asked.
“You might’ve sat on him too hard…” the fennec fox offered.
“Well, if I pounded that info out of you that hard… My name is Surge. And my ally here is Kit. The two of us were designed to be better than the both of you. You and your rebellious friend stole a lot of our future, so it’s only fair that we messed up your guys’ too.” Tails kept up his steely gaze and frowned as she explained.
“I-I’m sorry about whatever happened to make you guys like this, but Sonic and I can’t have had anything to do with that stuff-!”
“But you did,” Surge declared. “You chose to be big shots, and now we have to try and measure up to you. But now…” The tenrec chuckled darkly. “Now, we’ll have the chance to give you the humiliation you deserve~” She held out her index and caused a large jolt to twinkle above her tip. “We showed how easily I could knock you down, and just one touch of my electricity could finish you instantly. But… I think it’s better if Drippy here shows off how much better a sidekick he is than you~”
“E-excuse me?!” Miles blanched.
“M-miss, I-I don’t know if I should-“ Kit tried to argue.
“Kit, this kid isn’t getting out of here with his dignity intact,” Surge declared. “The two of you can square off, and the loser spends the night locked up in my underwear drawer.” Just hearing that would cause Miles to stick his tongue out in disgust, with even Kit shrinking in worry. “If, however, none of you fight each other, I’ll just squish you both and make sure you’re both punished.” The fennec fox shuddered in worry, and began to march forwards and onto the mat. Miles turned towards the other boy as he approached, still feeling really weirded out about this situation.
“H-hey, I don’t know what kind of stuff she’s asking you to do, but-“ Miles’s attempts to talk Kit down would be interrupted. The fennec fox broke into a sprint. The fox stumbled back in worry as the opposing boy seemed ready to respond, before he spun around mid-run. The genius was able to see Kit’s… shockingly giant rump. Those blue cheeks certainly weren’t Surge’s size, but just one was bigger than his lap… something Tails would become acutely aware of as his foe thrust back and managed to ram himself butt-first into his abdomen, landing with enough force to topple him over! The young fox grunted as he took the impact and flopped onto his back. He’d groan and try to get up, but his attempt at getting up would be stopped as Kit bent down and grabbed his ankles.
He'd lift them up and flip him over onto his belly. Tails again tried to get up, but he could feel Kit step forwards, enough to loom his rear over Miles’s back. The fox looked over his shoulder just in time to see the boy’s giant rear hovering over him, causing the genius to gawk. Despite being in such a position, the fennec seemed uncertain, nervously wringing his hands together. Tails, meanwhile, didn’t want to risk moving, else prompt him to act sooner than he could react. Surge, however, would groan in annoyance.
“C’mon, Kit! You got him right where you want him! Stamp him down!” she commanded.
“B-but-!” Kit tried to protest, only to be met with another order from the tenrec.
“If you don’t, I’ll beat that butt of yours black and blue!” That got Kit to shut up, and he looked over his shoulder at the boy beneath him.
“I’m really sorry…” Kit thus began to lean back, and Tails suddenly felt too afraid for himself to accept the apology. He worriedly tried to crawl forwards, but felt his large rump suddenly slam down on his midback! 
“Gweh-!” Tails grunted as he was smushed, the impact causing his limbs to stiffen a little, almost like a spider that’d just been slammed upon their orb-like body. He’d be like this for a split second, and then tried to plant his hands into the ground to hopefully crawl out from under him. Kit, meanwhile, couldn’t help but blush as he felt this guy shifting and turning underneath him, each attempt at fleeing causing his buttocks to shake this way and that. Surge, meanwhile, grinned as she saw her sidekick easily keep this boy under him. She licked her lips and went over to a corner of the room to search a bag for some items.
“Keep on rubbing that boy down, Kit, I gotta take a shot of this moment,” Surge would say. The fennec would blush even harder as she’d say that, and would begin rubbing his hips side to side. Tails could feel the boy’s butt rub over his back, and just feeling that mass of softness roll over him… He was no stranger to getting a butt pressed on him, but it never got easier. Tails blushed deeply as he kept trying to squirm out from under his waving cheeks. Meanwhile, Surge would find those key items from the bag. In one hand, she held a tube of lipstick, a dagger-like grin spreading across her face. In her other hand, she held a camera. She drew them both out and came closer to the wrestling area, where she held it in front of her to aim upon the fox as he squirmed under Kit’s booty. “Hey, kid! Smile for the camera!”
“Wuh-?” Tail muttered as he turned towards the source of the voice. Surge had the perfect shot to put the both of them in frame, Tails looking up with such humiliation on his face as his back was weighed down by the blue boy’s bottom, the latter of which would look over his shoulder at Surge’s words. Kit attempted a smile, though it was certainly not exactly the best he could usher out. Surge clicked the button, and managed to capture this silly scene. “Wh- hey!” Surge couldn’t help but snicker to herself as she brought down the camera, before flashing the tube.
“Alright, Drippy, I think you’ve let the rump do enough talking right now. Time to get off and show him some love!” With that, Kit breathed a sigh of relief, and climbed up on his feet. Tails groaned and tried to get up on his own feet while the fennec turned towards the tenrec. By the time he got up, Surge would already be tossing the makeup towards him. Kit lifted a hand and only managed to have it bonk on one of his fingers. The device would tumble a little, prompting Kit to scramble for it. Tails would try to back away to keep some distance between himself and the fennec, and was allowed a moment to see the other boy struggling to catch the tube. However, before it’d land on the ground, he’d finally manage to grab it in one hand, before standing upright and holding the tube, feeling a little nervous from that fumble, and blushing as he saw what it was he caught.
“M-miss, this is-!”
“L-lipstick…?” Tails muttered. He was also familiar with the feeling of lipstick dressing his fur… The young genius was starting to realize just how many strange sensations he was getting familiar with, Rouge may be turning out to be a bad influence on him…
“Boss, I-I don’t know if-“
“You better. Or I’m gonna wear that and suck alllll off the life outta you!” Surge warned. That already got Kit light on his feet, but she’d put on a crude smirk, before teasingly blowing a kiss at him. The fennec blushed yet again, and his knees buckled so hard, Tails thought that he might see him topple over right there and then. At that, the boy popped the top of the tube off and twisted the bottom, allowing an aqua-blue stick to extend out of it. And then, he’d quickly bring the tube to his lips, Tails already blushing just imagining this guy getting his hands on him. The fox turned and tried to run, but Surge was quick to grab his shoulder. Miles looked up, but his muzzle was quickly forced against the tenrec’s chest. “Hey now, what’re you doing, running from a fight~”
“MMMGH!” Tails groaned as he was forced in place. Surge’s chest may not’ve been as pillowy as the busts he’d been pressed against before, but it was no less embarrassing for the boy. She snickered and ground his muzzle into her cleavage while Kit nervously ran the makeup over him. Soon, he’d manage to have drawn a fine blue ring around his lips with maybe a bit more precision than most boys. Surge would release her grip on the fox, and then shove her chest forwards, bumping the brainiac back and causing him to fall on his back while gasping out a “Bweh!”
“Looks like those applying lessons are paying off,” Surge would remark as she looked on the flustered fennec. “Now let’s see if those smooching lessons paid off~”
“I-I don’t-“ However, Surge would silence him with a look, getting the fennec to pause. He’d turn towards Tails, who was groaning and getting up onto his feet. While he was recovering, Kit would come in from behind and grab him by the shoulders. He’d spin him around and tug him into a tight hug.
“Wuh-?! Unf!” Tails grunted as he was shoved up against him. He was facing his now blue-lipped opponent, blushing upon just viewing that clean sheen of makeup. Tails could swear he could see his reflection in them, and pondered on if he did actually see him mouth “I’m sorry”. Miles was too frozen in place to really respond, and would be left unable to do anything as he leaned in. Tails suddenly felt Kit’s lips upon his own, the latter wrapping his arms behind him for a close kiss. Meanwhile, Surge brought up that camera again and smiled a shark-like smirk, before taking another shot of the two boys in battle.
Kit would then pull off of Miles, a rich blue upon the fox’s own lips. The blue-furred boy would follow up by leaning in, and planting a pair of kisses on either cheek. His white fur got marred with blue, and only now that the initial lip to lip was gone was he able to squirm, but he was going nowhere. Kit held him closely, and kept on kissing those cheeks. And all the while, Surge snapped picture after picture.
“Mmf! K-Kit-! Knock it off!” However, the fennec kept on kissing. He’d only pause for a moment to look up at him, silently apologizing again. Then, he’d lean in close to his neck to wrap his lips around it and suck. “A-ah~” The fennec suckled and suckled and Surge zoomed in his camera real close, making sure Tails would get a good view of her, before snapping yet another shot.
“Alright, drop that fox, let’s spice this up a little bit,” Surge commanded. Her sidekick would quickly follow suit, and unwrap his arms to allow him to fall on his backside. The fox huffed and puffed and rubbed at the makeup all over his face, only to find himself smearing it. He’d look up at the villain’s sidekick, clearly worried about whatever he’d do to him next, and thus would flip around to try and crawl away. “Hey, the blue guy’s sidekick is trying to run off. Don’t let him get away.” Kit would pause for a moment, seeming to just want him to get out of here. “If you don’t snatch that boy’s ass, I’ll pound yours.”
“Y-yes, miss.” Kit would thus approach the crawling fox, who’d start to stumble up onto his feet. However, before he could, Kit would manage to grab him by the hips. He’d pull him back, netting a yelp of fear from the brainiac as he tried to squirm out of his grasp. “N-now what?”
	“That kid’s supposed to be smart, but he keeps trying to get outta this fight,” Surge says. “At this point, he’s just not paying attention to us. We gotta discipline him.” That’d cause Kit’s ears to twitch in worry.
	“Y-you mean-?”
	“Yes, I mean…” Surge would demonstrate by popping her hip out, and delivering a big, meaty slap to her rear.
	“Wh-what are you guys-?” Tails started, only to be cut off as Kit sat down and suddenly pulled the fox over his lap, his rump hanging up in the air. With one arm, Kit would hold it over his tails and his shoulders to keep him pinned down. Miles grunted and squirmed around, unable to see as Surge raced around to make sure she got a view of the mechanic’s derriere. Kit turned towards her in uncertainty, though the tenrec waved her hand, urging him to get on with it. Kit sighed, and thus raised his free hand. “What the heck are you-?!”
	Miles would be cut off as Kit swung his hand down, delivering a harsh spank upon his butt, followed by another click of that camera. Miles was shocked by the blow, his eyes wide and his whole body tensing. He looked back, still shocked, and would spy the tenrec. Surge snickered and checked out the photo it produced. At that, her smile dropped into a frown.
	“My timing was a little off. Do it again,” Surge ordered.
	“Again?” Tails muttered in worry. He’d see Kit raise his hand again, and began squirming about underneath the boy. “Wait wait wait-!” He’d be cut off by another smack, and another photo, now letting out a yelp of pain. Surge looked over the next photo, and muttered again.
	“Off again,” Surge would say. She aimed her camera again. What followed was far too long a period of repeating things. Kit delivering smacks on his rear, Surge taking photos, not being satisfied, and ordering him to spank him again. At a certain point, Miles was sure that she was mistiming these photos on purpose! Eventually, though, she’d finally say it. “Oh-ho-ho, that is a good shot~” Surge cooed. Finally, Kit would bring his arm off of his tails and let the fox lay there on the boy’s lap, reaching back to stroke his sore butt, now dealing with both sets of cheeks being red.
	“S-Sonic will never let you guys get away with this…” Tails muttered. The fox would start to climb up off of Kit’s lap, though the latter would wrap his arms around him. The fox paused, and looked up towards him in worry. “What are you-?”
	“Good boy, drip,” Surge laughed. “I can only imagine this kid is getting closer and closer to losing. I think it’s time to give him the kill shot~” Kit shuddered and nodded, before stepping up, still carrying the fox while he was pinned to his chest. The brainiac squirmed around in worry, clearly scared about what this fennec was going to do to him! And right he was, for the blue furred boy would raise Miles up, before swinging down, tossing him from his grip and knocking him upon the ground!
	“Oof!” Tails grunted as he was slammed down. He was dazed from the impact, his vision blurred and a wash of color after the attack. His senses were dulled, to the point that he couldn’t notice Kit flipping his body around, making sure he was face up and his legs were spread. As he laid there, Kit looked over him, clearly uncertain of himself. He’d look towards Surge.
	“C’mon, you know what to do,” the tenrec would say. “You gotta get him nice and primed… then go in for the kill~”
	“B-but-“
	“If you don’t, I’ll ride you until you can’t walk.” Kit would shudder at that explanation, and looked towards the dazed genius. He’d sigh and come closer, kneeling before him and looking down at his spread legs.
	“I’m sorry…” He’d reach forwards weary… and wrap his fingers around Miles’s dick. The opposing fox would moan slightly, still dazed from the attack and twitching slightly. It could feel him start to grow and only blushed harder, and then ran his hand up and down his shaft. That’d get Tails to moan more and his legs to tense, him now starting to become aware of the world around him. He’d blink awake and look around, where now he could see Kit stroking his-
	“Wh-what are-?!”
	“D-don’t worry… this’ll be over in a bit…” Kit assured as he kept stroking and stroking. Tails moaned and shook around in discomfort and bliss as his opponent toyed with him more and more. And all the way, Surge licked her lips and held her camera up, anticipating the kind of shot she’d get from this boy’s struggling. And then, Kit would shove forwards, positioning himself above the fox, big, blue butt squishing between his thighs. Tails could feel the heat of his cheeks hovering near his tip, and he’d squirm in worry, brows furrowed in concern. He’d try to squirm about under him, but his hips would make sure he couldn’t close his legs. Kit wore a similar expression of concern as he hovered over him, pausing and huffing and puffing with embarrassment… before coming down.
	“Uwagh!” Tails gasped as his dick was suddenly wrapped up! Kit managed to slot him right in his crack, a position that painted his blue cheeks red. He blushed and began to bob up and down on the genius, the latter grunting and gasping. He’d begin kicking around, the fennec’s butt keeping them spread. He’d try to reach out towards the blue boy’s legs in hopes of getting under them, but Kit would be quick to snatch his hands and hold them up. Tails would be left looking at his embarrassed dominator, and all the while, the two could hear Surge photo’ing the scene.
	“Sorry…” Kit repeated. “Th-this’ll be over soon. Just… just cum…” Miles blushed more deeply and proceeded to try and yank his hands from his grip. Kit could feel him start to slip out, and thus would whip his hands further forwards to grab around his wrists and get a better grip on him. All the while, Tails grunted and gasped, and Kit could feel him harder and harder between his buttocks. Kit was brighter and brighter red as he kept on bouncing on his shaft. “C’mon, you don’t know what Surge is capable of. I-if you don’t cum here, she’ll destroy you. S-so just… l-let it all out…”
	“I-I…” Tails moaned as he kept squirming underneath him. His lips quivered and he craned his head back, moaning more deeply. All the while, Kit jiggled and jiggled on his poor dick, the little genius unable to help himself as his weakspot was hugged tightly. All the while, flashes from Surge’s camera kept belting out and out, as if the tenrec was getting more and more excited at seeing Sonic’s sidekick getting beaten by her own. She licked her lips, past her dagger-like teeth as she took careful notice of the spasms of the bottom boy’s body. Her private nights with Kit told her that it would only be a few more bounces.
	“Alright, Drip, time to slow this down,” Surge would say. “Just give him three long rocks~ If we time this right, I could perfectly capture this moment~”
	“C-capture?!” Tails gasped.
	“O-ok, miss…” Thus, Kit’s bouncing would slow down with him merely sitting on top of his lap. However, that calm would only last for a second. He’d move his hips forwards, before shaking them back, stroking the entire length of the boy and causing his legs to shudder even more immensely. And at the same time, Surge would grin wider and wider.
	“Alright, on three! Ooooooone~”
	“W-wait-!” Tails gasped. But Kit was already back to his forwards leaning position, before scooting and wobbling his buns backwards towards his tip again.
	“Twoooooooo~”
	“K-Kit!!! I-I’m gonna-!” The brainiac was cut off again as the water manipulator leaned forwards again, and swept his butt down his length one more time. “W-waaaaagh!”
	“THREE!” Practically on que, Tails would be forced to cum, letting ropes of his shame shoot out from between Kit’s buttocks. And at the exact same time, Surge would manage to photo the moment, showing the fox losing his dignity to her sidekick. Kit, meanwhile, shut his eyes and blushed deeply as he felt his opponent explode against his rump. And then, after the long, long act forcing the fox’s every muscle to get tense, almost as quickly, he’d groan and collapse, going limp. Kit would sigh, and climb up onto his feet. Surge, meanwhile, would jump over and wrap an arm across the fennec’s shoulders. “Oh man, I can’t imagine any sidekick standing up after something like that!”
	“Y-you really think so?” Kit asked. At the same time, Tails would remain tired, overwhelmed by all of the humiliation he was just forced to endure. His arms felt like jello, and his body was even heavier than it once was. He knew he couldn’t muster up the will to fight these two. He may not’ve technically been out, but the two seemed right to act like they already won. All he could do right now is try to slip out and flee. He’d attempt to flip over, managing to land on his elbows and knees.
	“Yeah! You’re way more impressive a sidekick than that chump!”
	“I-I am…?”
	“Yeah! No way that fox kid’s gonna show his face again!” Surge would glance towards Tails as she spoke, before taking notice that he was trying to crawl away. The tenrec would smirk before turning towards Kit again. “Though, we really oughta lay the coup de grace on him.” That prompted her sidekick to tilt his head in confusion. Which then prompted her to lean in and whisper in his ear.
	Tails, meanwhile, kept crawling. He tried to be quiet with his advance, hoping that those  two would be too busy chatting. He was crawling towards the hallway outside the ring, but he still remained on the mat when he felt a shadow loom over him. He looked up in horror, where he could see that familiar blue butt hang above him. And then, a quick glance to the side would reveal Surge there with a camera ready.
	“Alright, ready?” Surge would say.
	“N-no wait, please-!” Tails began to beg.
	“Now!” He’d be cut off by the woman shouting out, which’d prompt Kit to hop up and send himself butt-first towards the fox. Then, with a meaty slap, he managed to smash down upon his opponent! And at the same time, Surge would click the camera, bathing the humiliating scene in light and surely immortalizing it into yet another one of her pictures. Kit was blushing deeply still, moreso as he realized that he couldn’t even feel Tails squirm. He’d lift his seat a little and look under him, where he could see the brainiac was practically unconscious from the blow. Surge would come here and nudge his shoulder with her boot. The fox remained still. Surge smiled and grabbed Kit’s hand before pulling him up to his feet.
	“And the winner iiiiis…” She’d then lift the blue boy’s hand up into the air. “Kit!” And while his arm was raised, Surge would make various noises mimicking the cheering of a crowd, and though Kit kept blushing and averting eye contact, he did have a soft smile on his lips. The two then loomed over the beaten fox, Surge placing her hands on her hips. “And to the victor goes the spoils~”
…
	The tenrec had held Tails over her shoulder as she walked down the halls of the duo’s hidden base. Kit felt a strange mixture of pride and embarrassment as he thought over his victory over the fox. Surge made sure to share some of the pictures she took, and despite how strange the photos were, it did feel oddly empowering how… helpless Miles was to him. He felt conflicted all through their walk, until they eventually made it to a door in the fair end of the hideout. Surge opened the door, revealing a queen-sized bed with bedsheets yellow like Surge’s pants, a chest that has various items inside it, and that infamous wardrobe. Kit nervously gulped as he looked upon it, and the green-furred bully would walk past him to get near.
	“C’mon, drip, I got my hands full,” Surge explained. The fennec’s fur bristled with slight fear at being asked to be near this thing, and despite his fear, he raced over. He’d kneel close to the bottom-most drawer, and pull. It’d open up and reveal it to be full of various undergarments. Bras, panties, thongs, and all other things were stuffed haphazardly around. A part of Kit was sure that if it wasn’t for Surge jostling these things around, then he’d be able to make out his own outline among the chaos of clothing. “Perfect, now hang near. I gotta get the perfect shot.”
	“Perfect shot?” However, Surge wouldn’t answer him just yet. Instead she’d squat down and pick the fox off of her shoulders. The duo could hear him start to stir, but he was waking up too late for it to matter. She’d lay him down in the drawer and spread her clothes around. Leggings would wrap around his legs, bras around his abdomen, panties around his arms… Eventually, Tails would blink awake and look around. He’d grunt and try to lift himself, but found himself unable to lift his arms or legs.
	“Hm? What the…?” Tails looked down, where he now began to see the bunch of clothes ensnaring his body like an array of vines. He recalled being wrapped up in some of Rouge’s undergarments, but never to this degree! He broke into a nervous sweat and looked up in worry. “What’s going-?!” However, he’d only be greeted by Surge flashing a sharklike grin towards him. “Y-you! What-?!”
	“Guess you should’ve fought harder~” Surge would say. “Now, Kit~ Give us a V for victory~” Kit glanced towards the tenrec in slight confusion, but would begin to realize what she was requesting. So, with a nervous sweat, he’d lean near Tails before lifting up a hand and extending his index and middle finger into a v-shape while Tails kept squirming against the undergarments keeping him pinned. Surge smirked victoriously, and brought up the camera, before snapping another picture. And with that, she’d move forwards, silently prompting Kit to back up as Surge stood before the bound fox boy. She’d then lean over, Miles looking up pleading.
	“P-please! Don’t do this-!”
	“Oh, there’s no getting out of this,” Surge declared. “I’ve already proven my sidekick’s better than you. Now all that’s left to do is to show your friend that I’ve got his number. Maybe I’ll get his attention with some of those pics~” That’d cause the hair on Miles to bristle with worry, already fearful of himself being seen in such a compromising position. However, his fear would turn worse as Surge reached elsewhere in the drawer, and pulled up a pair of electric-blue panties. She held them threateningly over Tails’s face, and the boy shook against the various clothing already pinning him in place. The tenrec brought it closer and closer, ever so threateningly, to the point that the edge of that underwear brushed against the tip of his nose.
	“N-nmg!”
	“Better take your breaths while you can. You won’t be getting fresh air for a while~” And then, she’d release her grip on it, letting those panties flop over his face! Miles wailed as he was completely covered up, her scent coating his gold-furred body! And then, Surge grasped the drawer, and pushed it forwards to seal him in. And with their prisoner sufficiently locked up, the tenrec would walk away, Kit wincing as he looked down at that underwear drawer. He’d nervously follow Surge as the green-furred lady took the many photos she’d gathered and began to organize them on a desk in the corner of the room. Kit would look over her shoulder down at the bunch of photos, and would blush upon seeing their contents. Him sitting on Tails’s back, him covering him in kissmarks, him smacking that fox’s twin-tailed butt, Miles cumming between Kit’s buttocks, the brainiac practically getting flattened under him in the finalizing pin, and the fennec posing victoriously as Tails laid captured in that drawer.
	“Ya feel proud, drip?” Surge asked. Kit would be quiet for a moment. “You really should. This guy’s got a bit of a reputation… or at least, he did before word got out that you completely humiliated him~” Surge would lean back, and rub behind her sidekick’s ears, earning a blush and slight moan from him.
	“Y-you really think so, boss?”
	“Oh yeah I do~” Surge chuckled. She’d then get away from that desk before placing a hand on the blue-furred fennec’s shoulder. She’d then begin walking over to the nearby bed, and as soon as he realized where he was going, the smile on Kit’s face would lower. “This is a good first step in getting out from the bottom, kiddo. A good *first* step~”
	“S-Surge, wait-“ However, she wouldn’t pay much attention to his reaction. The two got near the bed, and she’d toss him upon it, him pomf-ing onto the mattress. He’d attempt to climb up, but Surge would hop on after him, kneeling over him and locking his abdomen between her thighs. Feeling her upon him, Kit shuddered and looked up in worry, spying that all too familiar, shark-like grin on that woman’s face. “D-Didn’t I do good, boss…?”
	“Oh yeah, you did real good,” the tenrec answered. “Probably gonna be feeling myself to that display for a solid week… That’s why I’m only gonna pound you for a few hours~” And then, she’d lift a leg, and suddenly pivot around, forcing her partner to look upon her yellow-covered booty. Kit was all too familiar with that accursed thing. He was pretty sure that this woman had beaten every inch of his body with that ginormous thing. Kit was left stunned, looking on that big thing, already knowing that the inevitable was coming. And then, she’d shove her booty back towards him.
	“S-Surge-!” And then, she sat on him, covering his face like previous pounding sessions. Kit was wailing, squirming beneath her and trying to shove her thick bottom off of his. But all he accomplished was merely petting her posterior. The green-furred boss smirked widely as she felt her victim in this very familiar position. She’d chuckle and begin to shake her hips, up and down and bouncing his poor face. Though Kit remained separated by a thin pair of pants, the fennec could feel the cheeks hidden by them waving about his face, occasionally smacking into it. He’d grunt at each clap and keep on squirming, soon resorting to even smacking that tush pleadingly.
	“You were pretty boss taking down that fox loser, but you’re still my bitch, drip~” Surge boasted as she danced on his poor face. Up and down and up and down she went, before pressing down and scooting left and right on him, him forced to shake his head to compensate for the movement. And as she scrubbed her victim, Kit was left wailing and kicking his legs about, but the tenrec didn’t need those things shaking about. No, instead she’d reach forwards and grab at his ankles, pinning them down to slow down his shaking. She’d lean forwards a little bit, still making sure she was touching down on his poor muzzle but lifted up enough to reveal his eyes, them filled with fear and pleading. “Hey, you can at least use this as a teaching moment, bud. Next time you wrangle that fox friend of yours, you do the stuff I do to you to him. Heck, maybe if you retain enough of this, you can pound that Sonic loser’s blue butt.”
	“N-nngh…” Kit groaned. Any pleading he could’ve attempted would’ve been muffled by the booty upon his face. He’d see that familiar, wicked glint in her eye and watched her run her tongue across her lips, before she lowered herself back over his eyes. “Mgh! MMMMGH!” Once more, he was cast into darkness, and now, his struggles were worn down even more as his captor held down his legs. Surge snickered mischievously and looked over that boy’s body. A familiar glint appeared in her eye as she felt a certain bump against her crotch-covering breasts. She leaned up, and saw his excitement plain on his lap.
	“Oh yeah, I know you love this, drip~” She could feel him shaking his head and having his shoulders. He tried desperately to get her off, but she’d be more than able to just lower herself, smushing upon his dick. She could feel his breath heaving against her bottom, and sighed dreamily. “C’mon, lemme hear all of that love, Kit~” She snickered as she rubbed left and right upon him, netting shakes from his hips. She could feel his legs trying to tense as her breasts went to work on him. She rubbed, rubbed, rubbed until she could feel his shaft align with her cleavage.
	“M-mmm…” Kit moaned. His toes curled and his hips began to heave. His instincts were on fire right now, his body begging for those boobs to abuse his prick more, more… more! However, that fennec didn’t want to give in to her, already figuring things would only get worse if she knew how effective she was. However, he should’ve already realized that this woman knew his body… probably better than he knew his own. That tenrec snickered and leaned down harder into his crotch, him trying to kick around despite her holding him down.
	“Just try and scream, drip~” she teased. She’d then lean back, before scrubbing her breasts along the boy’s shaft. From his tip down to his shaft, before picking herself up to plant them on his tip. And that motion would cause Kit’s eyes to snap open and his hips to heave. Surge could already tell that her victim was getting close: he’s always been a bit of a lightweight. So, she scrubbed and scrubbed, from tip to shaft, all while squeezing her buttocks around the fennec’s face. One thing she loved about him was how heated he got; their sessions usually ended with her laying upon one felt like a heated blanket. Of course, there was the occasional leak…
	“M-mmgh! MMMGH!” Kit cried and pumped, overwhelmed by his superior. He huffed and puffed, her scent invading him at a faster rate, and he could already imagine that dagger-like grin on that woman’s face. The scent, her domineering presence, the softness of her… it was all too much for him! “WMMMMMMMGH!” He cried and extended his hips, blasting all over Surge’s chest! When she felt that, the tenrec sighed and pulled her chest off of him to observe his still hard, albeit wet, cock.
	“Ha… There’s a good boy,” she’d say. “You might’ve taken down that sidekick, but I’m still your superior~” She could feel him weakly squirm under her, and continued to chuckle. She licked her lips before raising a finger, and placing it at the base of his shaft, letting small bolts of electricity leap from her tip to that prick. That caused a muffled and frightened yelp from her victim, and got him squirming again. “C’mon, you don’t think that you can hog that fox all to yourself and expect me not to get a little more outta you, did ya~? You got a good few hours, drip!” 
	Thus, Kit was left to that woman’s wicked attacks. More breast strokes, handjobs, hotdogging, and more, more, more… By the end, Surge was squeezing that cock in her pit, stroking it more and more while the fennec couldn’t fight back anymore. Eventually, she’d come to realize that there was no fight left in him, and would look over her shoulder, where she realized that the boy had fallen unconscious. She smirked once more, and pulled off of him, leaving him to lay in that bed.
	“Mmm~ I hope that taught you a lot, drip~” She couldn’t help but be curious about the other boy they captured, and made her way over to the dresser. She’d pull it open, and found Tails, still buried in her smelly clothing, which bore new sticky stains. She snickered once more and flashed a shark-like grin. “And I know you’ll be the perfect training dummy~”