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He's been stuck in some amalgamation of a Sonic the Hedgehog universe for a few months, not knowing how to escape. Even worse, he looks like a three-year-old Tails the Fox! Twin tails and everything! Stuck in an orphanage in Metropolis, he's been working on a wild scheme to get adopted, but it all gets complicated when Linus, the oldest kid at the orphanage, finds out what he's been doing and wants to help! Is Linus gonna be a help or a hindrance? If Skippy has anything to say about it, he'll at least get some action out of him.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Skippy has a problem. He's been stuck in some amalgamation of a Sonic the Hedgehog universe for a few months, not knowing how to escape. Even worse, he looks like a three-year-old Tails the Fox! Twin tails and everything! Stuck in an orphanage in Metropolis, he's been working on a wild scheme to get adopted, but it all gets complicated when Linus, the oldest kid at the orphanage, finds out what he's been doing and wants to help! Is Linus gonna be a help or a hindrance? If Skippy has anything to say about it, he'll at least get some action out of him.", "writing": "[center]How to Adopt a Genius\n\nPart 1\n[/center]\n\n“Jus needs to add dis hewe,” Skippy said as he soldered a harvested motherboard from an old microwave in the basement. His two tails instinctively spun around as the fox worked into the night. At least he had his own room; otherwise, he’d be keeping some other soul awake with his evil plans. The smell of melting metal filled the room as the solder melted beneath the gun. “And das it.” He held his half-finished frankensteined device aloft under the lamp light. “Now I jus needs to find da odder stuffs.” Skippy carefully locked his device in the bottom drawer of his desk. It was already 3:30, far past his bedtime. The other kids were used to him being tired all the time and figured it was just the way he was - the perfect cover. Skippy climbed into bed, the top bunk. When Ms. Lipton came in a few hours, he’d look for more parts.\n\nIn truth, Skippy was no 3-year-old fox. His two tails made him look almost exactly like the famed Miles Tails Prower that ran around with Sonic, saving Mobius from the nefarious Dr. Eggman. The other kids reminded him of that all the time as well. Everyone did, in fact, ever since he woke up in this orphanage as the spitting image of a young Tails. He didn’t know why, and nor did he care. Any life was better than his old one. However, he had to fix the one problem that seemed to ail him: getting adopted.\n\n \n\n\n“Skippy!” There was a knock at the door as a feline entered his room. Her pink T-shirt accented her white apron. “Time to get up, little one.” Skippy stirred, not wanting to rise for the day. “Come now, child.” Ms. Lipton reached up high and gently jostled him awake. “You don’t want to miss breakfast, do you?” \n\nHe knew that she wouldn’t relent. Ms. Lipton had many duties that morning and couldn’t spend a ton of time on everyone. There was no room leader for him, as Skippy was by himself. “I up, Mz. Lipton,” Skippy said wearily. “I up.” He was really tired, which only added to his cover. Ms. Lipton lowered the side of the top bunk and lifted him out of the bed. “No, I do myself.”\n\n“Let me help, tired boy,” Ms. Lipton rubbed his head as he sat on the edge of the bottom bunk. “Can you get yourself up while I get the other kiddos?” Skippy nodded, half awake. “Very good.” She turned to leave. Skippy wouldn’t miss this. He loved watching her go. With her tail in the air, cheerful and eager to start the day, she revealed her plump rear for him to ogle. Not a single Mobian wore pants in this universe, and that was a utopia for Skippy. He remembered his old world enough to get aroused by that jiggling rear as she strode around without pants. Of course, he didn’t have much of a penis to speak of yet, but it was more than pleasurable to accidentally pop a boner and have it dismissed as a natural occurrence. As a kiddo, he didn't even need to wear a shirt! Full nude 24/7!\n\nSkippy blearily dragged himself from bed and into the dining room with the others. The table, as usual, was filled with ravenous children, as tiring as the oatmeal was every morning.\n\n“Morning, Skippy!” An older child shouted, waving and calling him over to the spot next to him. Falling into the seat next to him, he sighed an early morning sigh. “You always sleepy, huh?” the otter asked. Skippy nodded as he waited for Ms. Lipton to finish her rounds with the other kids. He leaned forward on his chair, turkey necking. “How’s your thing coming?”\n\n“Uhh…” Skippy drooled as he bumped his head against the edge of the white, glossy dining table. The other kids were caught in conversation, not at all paying attention to the two outcasts of the house. “Fine,” he replied. “Mowa pawts….”\n\n“What even building?” The otter reached underneath Skippy and held him upright. He was five, unlike the other kids, who ranged from two to three. Ms. Lipton didn’t know why ‘such a sweet little boy’ wouldn’t be adopted, but he had been here way longer than anyone else, two years. Skippy, who had reached the six-month mark just the other day, had become the second oldest kiddo at the orphanage. \n\n“I no tell you,” Skippy said with sleep in his eyes. “Is secwet.”\n\n“Otay.” \n\n“Weve da fweak awone, Winus.” A Pika at the end of the table stood on his stool, smirking. “He wook wike Tails, but he not.”\n\n“So?” Linus stood and scowled. “And he weally, weally don't like when folks say he's Tails, so shh!” He held a finger to his lips and shushed the rude Pika. “Don't say that!” \n\n“Why not?” The pika looked to his friends, an armadillo on the left and a hawk on the right, and scowled right back. “We agwee. He a fweak!” They nodded, the three of them crossing their arms. \n\nSkippy couldn’t care less about the bullying from other three-year-olds. He knew darn well that kids would be kids. This was standard hazing as you grew up. He wasn’t about to let his ego get the better of him for that. Linus was correct, though; he hated being compared to Tails all the time. It was unavoidable! Aside from the darker tinted fur, he was the spitting image of a three-year-old Miles “Tails” Prower! “Is fine, Winus.”\n\n“Is not fine!” Linus grumbled, sitting down. “Dey gon’ get it one day.”\n\n[i]They will,[/i] Skippy thought. Once he finished his device, he’d need some testing dummies.\n\n“Calm down, kiddos!” Ms. Lipton sprinted into the dining room, an infant over her shoulder and a pot large enough for Sunday roast in her hands. “Sorry about the wait, oh goodness,” she was huffing and puffing, frantic as always in the morning. “Mornings are always so much.”\n\n“Is otay, Ms. Lipton,” a little joey said. “We wait.”\n\n“Thank you, kids.” She pulled the lid off the pot, revealing the same thing they had every morning. “Hand me your bowls.” She set her infant in a highchair, who was just as eager to get something in her body as everyone else was. “You may eat once you get your bowl back.” One by one, she filled the handmade clay bowls with the sloppy stuff. Skippy found the energy to fill his body, spooning the warm oatmeal into his mouth. He wasn’t going to finish his plan on an empty stomach afterall. \n\n\n\n\nThere wasn’t much to do [i]in[/i] the orphanage but plenty to do outside. Ms. Lipton only wanted them to go outside when she could watch them, and that wasn’t very often as she was so busy with everything else. This left lots of time for Skippy to search the house for parts for his machine. One may think a child who looked like Tails would be adopted on the spot, but something about his demeanor made him offputting to potential parents. That worked well enough for him. Metropolis was developed enough to allow him enough opportunities to find the parts he needed, especially in the basement. Ms. Lipton never checked the basement. She thought it was locked, permanently warped shut from the years and years it had stood, and never bothered to have a locksmith come to check.\n\nAfter checking that no one was following him, Skippy slipped into the basement, carefully walking down the wooden stairs that hadn’t been renovated as the rest of the place had over the years. He turned on the light at the bottom of the staircase and saw the mess he had left last night. “Now…” he had pulled off tarps from various boxes of old equipment and family toys months ago. It was perfect. Obviously, he discarded the toys as they wouldn’t have powerful enough tech for his needs. “What do?” He strode through the mess he had made last night, struggling to remember where he had found the microwave, sidling through the narrow hallways he created. At last, in the middle of the room sat an old microwave, taken apart with the components he didn’t need strewn about. “Dere!” He climbed atop the pile of tarps. Too small to carry it himself, he had to work in it atop the pile of junk. “What else do?” Skippy asked as he began fiddling with the microwave once more. \n\nUsing the pliers he had found in a tool bench, he pulled more parts from the damaged internals, unaware of what they were. He may have had a genius intellect, but if he had never seen these components before, he wouldn’t have known what they did, especially in a model of microwave that wasn’t from Earth. As Skippy flew back and forth from the tool bench, he got more and more stressed. “Why no work!” He shouted. That was when he noticed something. He had an erection. “Peepee hard…” he looked left, then right, even though he knew he was alone. He touched his two-inch penis and began stroking it gently with his gloved hand. Even as a fox, masturbation felt good, potentially even BETTER. \n\nThoughts of Ms. Lipton came into his head, his vivid imagination going wild. Ms. Lipton’s plump ass jiggling in his face as she sucked his dick, massive in his imagination, easily five times larger than it was now. The bulge in her throat as he bucked and bucked constantly on the move. He let out high-pitched moans, feeling the sensations in his peepee that no child his age ever should. “Oh, Skippy,” the Ms. Lipton in his imagination said as she pulled away from his dick, gasping for breath. “You’re so big and enormous. Larger than my husband ever was.” She took off her apron, revealing her furry melons. “I bet you’re thirsty after all that.” He let his imagination get the better of him, opening his lips and miming the motions as he sucked from her invisible breasts. “That’s a good boy,” Ms. Lipton said. “Drink all that you need.” She lined up her pussy with his enormous dick and slammed it down to his knot, screaming. “SKIPPY!” \n\nSuddenly, the door to the basement opened slightly, closing as quickly as it had opened. Skippy darted behind the pile he was on. “Hewwo?” a voice called quietly as it descended the stairs. “Skippy?” Linus the Otter had found his way into the basement, awkwardly taking each step with two feet, unsure of himself. “Ms. Lipton says we can’t be down here.”\n\nSkippy poked his head up from behind the pile with a sigh. “Winus,” he moaned. “Go way.” He spun his tails around and lifted himself from the ground, approaching Linus with an unhappy face. “I getting pawts.”\n\n“WHOA!” Linus covered his mouth promptly. “You can fwy?”\n\n“No wike showing it.” Skippy landed as his tails returned to normal. He pointed upstairs, “Dey calls me Tails alweady.” \n\n“Oh,” Linus was trying to process why someone wouldn’t want to show off such a cool ability. “Dis where you find parts?”\n\n“Yes.” Skippy placed his hands on Linus’s waist and turned him around. “Go way.”\n\n“But,” Linus turned himself around, his strength no match for Skippy’s. “I wanna help.” He threw his arms out to his side.\n\n“No need it.”\n\n“I. Wanna. Help.” Linus stood his ground, stubborn as always. “The other kids never let me play, and I no wanna watch TV all da time,” he crossed his arms. “You my only fwiend.” He looked on the edge of crying. “Is no fun.” Skippy knew he would only be a hindrance to his plan. He didn’t know anything about technology or taking apart machines. “Why is your peepee big?” Skippy lowered his head and gazed at his throbbing penis.\n\n“I tinking ‘bout tings.” Then, a thought came to him, something devious. “Wan’ help?” Linus nodded, lowering his arms, thinking Skippy was about to agree. “Wick my peepee.” He pointed to his aching dick. \n\n“Wha?”\n\n“Wick it,” Skippy said again. “No cum ‘cause you inn-,” he paused, his adult thoughts meshing poorly with his childlike processing power, “tewupted. Intewupted.” \n\n“Umm…” Linus backed away nervously. What did he mean? “Sonic says that if some twies to, uh,” his brain was overloading, “touch you in a bad pwace, or a way dat makes you, uh uh uh, feel bad, dats NO GOOD.” The only part he was confident in saying was the ‘NO GOOD’ part. \n\n“No, dummy,” Skippy sighed. “Touch ME.” He grabbed Linus’s arm and yanked him to the ground. “Wick. It. Now.” There was a dark look on his face as he glared at Linus. “Can hewp if do.”\n\n“Oh, uh…” Linus struggled with his decision. He really wanted to help Skippy with whatever he was doing. Linus thought they were friends, and he certainly liked to think that Skippy thought the same. And friends helped each other out, right? “O'tay.” Linus sniffed Skippy's peepee - salty. His tongue grazed the red rocket, feeling every vein and texture. It tasted better than it smelled, at least. “I lickded it,” Linus said and sat upright. \n\n“No. Mowa,” Skippy shook his head and pointed to his dick again. “Till I ‘splode.”\n\n“You'll go splode?” Linus asked urgently. His curiosity was getting the better of him, wondering what exactly Skippy meant by ‘go splode.’ He continued to lick his peepee, like a popsicle. The more he licked, the more he liked the flavor, and the more vigorously he ran his tongue up, down, and around Skippy's little member. Skippy placed his hand on his orange head, controlling the pace and speed of his pleasure. The kid was a natural, slipping into the natural motion for sucking a dick. \n\n“Winus,” Skippy moaned breathily, “so good.”\n\n[i]Is I making Skippy feel good?[/i] Linus thought. [i]Yay![/i] He reached for his penis, larger than Skippy’s by an inch and a half. [i]Does it feel good for me?[/i] With his right paw, he began touching his erect penis. He had never felt this in his peepee before. Sure, he touched it many times when going pee, but never to make himself feel good. With two digits, he stroked it, feeling the sensations from both Skippy’s peepee in his mouth and the new ones from his peepee. Overwhelmed by all the new stimulus, he began quivering, hoping not to pass out, only wanting more and more of this feeling. [i]Oh, noes![/i] A feeling bubbling inside him was reaching a climax. [i]Am I going splode?[/i] His entire body was warm, reaching temperatures never before reached. \n\nHe tingled and twitched as Skippy’s peepee began growing in his mouth, and Skippy grabbed the sides of his head. [i]I'm going splode[/i]! Skippy yanked him to the base of his dick, the smells from his sheath driving him wild, instincts kicking in. Linus shook like a phone on vibrate as white goo erupted from his dick, coating the floor in front of him and dripping in long, sticky ropes.\n\nSkippy released Linus's head, letting him shoot back with a gasp. “Vewy good. One last rope of cum shot from his dick, landing on Linus’s snout and dripping down to his chest. “Pwomise to wisten?” Linus agreed while trying to wipe away all the cum. “Good.” \n\nHe was promptly put to work. While Skippy took apart devices, Linus dug through the piles and piles of leftover stuff from the previous owners, searching for electronics. Linus would present stuff he found to Skippy, who would approve it or tell him to toss it in the pile. After only an hour, they found quite a few of the smaller objects in the room, and Linus’s strength assisted with moving more of the heavier objects. \n\nThe light thumping from upstairs grew louder, the younger kiddos screaming. Skippy sighed and put his tools down, leaving the radio for later. The two of them both knew what this chaos meant. Lunchtime. Seeking out of the basement, they joined the crowd. \n\n“We're back on MLN. I'm Kiora the Cat.” Someone had left the TV on as they ran for the kitchen. “This just in, Dr. Eggman foiled again by Sonic the Hedgehog and friends.”\n\n“Hey, look!” Linus pointed to the TV. The cameraman was showing a smug-looking Sonic schmoozing for the camera. It's Sonic!” He ran for the TV and sat down. “He's so cool!” Excitement filled his voice. Everyone loved Sonic. He was the greatest hero that Mobius had ever seen. Even his friends were cool! Some more than others, of course, but none were more remarkable than him.\n\n“Yeah, just another day stopping Eggman, no big.” Sonic waved off the cameras and microphones like he didn't want them there. “Really though, it wouldn't have been possible this time if Tails didn't save my spiky butt.” He reached off camera. “Come over, buddy. Say hi to everyone.”\n\nTails stumbled on screen, his orange-yellow fur matted with ash and oil smears. “Oh, uh,” he chuckled. “Hi.” \n\n“Go on, don't be shy.”\n\n“Yes, Tails,” the reporter said confidently. “Tell us what happened.”\n\n“Well,” Tails sheepishly placed his hand on the back of his head. “It wasn't anything special.” He pulled a device from behind his back. “I just hacked into the neuro-quad-spacializer while you were distracting him.”\n\n“While he was shooting at me with the quadro-spacey-thingamajig! Talk about live bait.” He slipped Tails on the back. “His quick thinking saves me all the time.”\n\n“Is that the secret that makes you two such a dynamic duo?” the reporter asked.\n\n“Oh, absolutely. All my adventures where I didn't have Tails didn't go nearly as well as they could have.” \n\n“Sonic,” Tails’ tails began spinning rapidly, “you're embarrassing me.”\n\nOf course. There he was—the key to Sonic's success. The speed-brained hedgehog couldn't possibly do anything on his own, and Skippy knew it more than anyone. In almost every Sonic game in his old world, Sonic had [i]some [/i]kind of help, even if they were only in the cutscenes. He was a victim of ‘the power of friendship.’ Tails though. There was no real hatred for him. It wasn't his fault he was reincarnated to look like Tails. If anything, Skippy could be his little brother. That would be ridiculous, though. \n\n“Sonic!” A red-furred chipmunk ran into view. “Metropolis Yakker. I have one important question.” Sonic tilted his head inquisitively. “Are you and Tails gay?”\n\n“W-w-w-w-w-w-w-whaaaaa?!” Tails nearly fell over in surprise. \n\nThe reporter shoved her paw over the camera lens. “Cut the camera!” \n\nLinus fell over in surprise. “What dat mean?” He turned to Skippy, thinking he'd know the answer. “You knows it?”\n\nThere was enough fanart and smut fiction of it. There had to be some universe where Sonic made a move on him. Or vice versa. Or was this one where Tails was actually a girl in disguise? Skippy had seen evidence that this wasn't the usual Sonic Universe. It wouldn't be too far-fetched. Linus didn't need to know that if it was.\n\n“Where are the rest of my kids?” Ms. Lipton asked as she poked around the corner.\n\n“Oh!” Linus shot up. “Sowwy, Ms. Lipton. Sonic was on TV.”\n\n“Oh, was he?” Ms. Lipton came over to look at the TV. “Did I miss it?”\n\n“One guy askded if, uh, Sonic and Tails was gay. What's gay?”\n\n“That's not important, dear.” She grabbed Linus by the hand. “Come and eat. You too, Skippy, dear.”\n\n\n\n\nAnother night, more soldering. Skippy and Linus had proven to be quite the dynamic duo. It had only been a few weeks, yet there was significant progress on his device. They had found his device's perfect round metal housing by ripping apart an automatic vacuum cleaner. The sparks from soldering the pieces together made short, sharp noises as they scattered about the room. Finally, it was all coming together. “At wast,” Skippy said as he set down his soldering gun. “Few mowa dayz, den I be done!” He admired his handiwork. The motherboard was housed in plastic, safe from any outside forces, and the outer ring was the perfect size. Halfway through his project, he had decided how to implement his plan and knew it had to be a pressure plate trap.\n\nSuddenly, there was a faint knock on his door. “Skippy.” Another knock. “Skippy,” the voice said again.” The door opened. The nightlights from the hallway cast a long shadow from the child walking in. Linus walked in, holding a rough, beaten-up teddy bear. “Skippy,” he looked around and spotted him at his desk. “Hi.”\n\n“Wat want? It wate.” Skippy knew it was late, and knew perfectly well that he should be asleep too, but he had plans to fulfill and work to do. \n\n“I, uh,” Linus hid his face behind the teddy bear. “I had a bad dweam.” He was embarrassed beyond belief. \n\n“Oh.” Skippy set his device on the desk and hopped down from the chair. “What need?” \n\n“It's super lonely when everyone is asweep,” Linus lowered his bear. “And Pawker and Ender don’t wike me.” He sniffled once, wiping his eyes. “You is awone, so, you know,” he kicked his hind paws, “I fink we could, uh, shawe a woom?” His speech was slipping. He had the most eloquent of the children at the orphanage, but that was a rather low bar. \n\nSkippy didn’t really want a roommate. However, it would only be at night. He already hung around with Linus all day. Although he had proven that he could pull his weight, it was more“I do stuff at night.”\n\n“I knows.” \n\n“May keep awake.”\n\n“Dat fine.” Linus hugged his bear tighter, staring into Skippy's face with intent.\n\nWell, if Linus were intent on encroaching on his privacy, Skippy would see just how badly he wanted it. “O'tay.” He turned around and locked his device into his desk drawer. “I go bed.” Linus watched as Skippy crawled into the bottom bunk. “Come bed.” He pat the space next to him. \n\nLinus's face lit up as he dove into the sheets. He sprawled out on his back, delighted to have a friend. “Skippy, you'we da best. He rolled over and latched onto Skippy, wrapping him in a hug. Linus was so warm; his small body instantly filled with heat the moment their fur touched. “Ok, I go bed, now.” He turned around and hugged his bear tightly, out within seconds. \n\n“Kids…” This would be really fun now that Linus didn’t see it coming. Just the thought of his idea made Skippy hard again, his penis completely unsheathed and throbbing, dripping pre. [i]I haven’t tried fucking a boy yet in this body,[/i] Skippy’s adult-oriented brain thought. He remembered all the fun times he had before this happened. Maybe it would feel even better if they were both little. It's a shame he was smaller now, though. His old penis would have given Linus something to scream about. He slid under the sheets, feeling around for Linus’s rear. He found it odd that he hadn’t bothered to try anything with anyone else, especially that obnoxious pika. Linus’s ass was sublime. Taut, but the cheeks were soft. He spread them open, revealing the tight ballsack and unused pucker. In the little light from the open window, he could see all that he needed to. \n\nHe’d have to lube him up manually. Even if he snuck into Ms. Lipton’s room and stole some of her lube, he didn’t feel like stealing from her. Besides, one doesn’t come between a woman and her toys. He opened Linus’s cheeks as wide as possible and licked the chocolate starfish that awaited him. Anthros didn’t seem to taste that much different, especially with children. But luckily for Skippy, he savored that foul, unwashed, unclean taste. Linus stirred only slightly, making soft giggles in his sleep. Skippy dove deeper, stretching his tongue as deep as he could go. The deeper he penetrated with his tongue, the fouler the taste became, and the more exciting the experience was as a whole. He savored Linus’s taste, coating his inner walls with ample amounts of saliva. If he were going to take his V-card at such a young age, he would make sure it felt good for both of them. \n\nLinus stirred and woke up but was bombarded by the sensation of something wet in his tailhole. He clutched his teddy, riding the wave of powerful sensations flooding his little body. [i]Oh noes[/i]! he thought. [i]Why is Skippy licking my, my?[/i] He couldn’t even finish the sentence in his thoughts. He couldn’t stop his body from quivering. It was nearly too much for him, but just like in the basement when he gave his first blowjob, he liked it.\n\nAs Skippy pulled his tongue out of his asshole, he noticed that Linus was shaking. “You wake?” he asked smugly. Linus replied with a moan. “Want more?” Linus shoved his face against his teddy, hiding his hot, red face. He replied again, wanting more of this new feeling. “Good boy.” Skippy reached and pet him, falling into old habits. “Keep Teddy cwose.” He pulled himself out from the sheets and lined up his small dick with Linus’s asshole. “My peepee is going in.” \n\nLinus clenched his face tighter as he felt Skippy’s dick slide between his buttcheeks. [i]What’s going on?[/i] His mind was racing. [i]Why Skippy playing with my butt?[/i] “Eeeeeeep,” he whined as he felt Skippy’s throbbing member poke his moist asshole. Skippy wrapped his arms around Linus and thrust his dicklet inside. “GAAAA-” he shouted but was quickly muffled by a hand shooting over his mouth. It felt like he was pooping, but nothing was coming out. The heat radiating from his member filled his body. \n\n“No wake dem up,” Skippy hissed. He started thrusting, as awkward as it was to try and plow a six-year-old with such a small dick. He had to thrust hard and deep into him just to reach the top of his knot. It was a refreshing feeling. As sad as it was, being unable to use him as a fleshlight or toy, his moist hole was perfect for satisfying the lust that was slowly building from staring at Ms. Lipton’s ass every morning. He may have been able to use Linus’s mouth once in a while while in the basement, but it wasn’t the same as penetrating a hole and shooting your load inside, and plowing sideways, too! Talk about a workout. Skippy couldn’t last long with this small dick. He felt the throbbing and aching of his dick inside Linus’s asshole.\n\nLinus did as well. “Oh, noes.” It wasn’t long before a hot load of cum filled his ass, shooting deep inside of him. Skippy pulled out and watched his seed drip from Linus’s asshole. The satisfying sight of white goop dripping from his ass was satisfying. “Wow…”\n\n“Feel good?” Skippy asked, genuinely curious how it felt to have a dicklet stuff his hole.\n\n“Dat felt so weird,” Linus thought, the afterglow hitting him like a truck. “But it alsos felt weally good.”\n\n“Good,” Skippy said. “You my swut.” Linus glanced at him curiously. “Mean you do dat when I want.”\n\n“Oh,” Linus said with a sudden realization. “O’tay.” He laid his head back down and tried to sleep\n\n\n\n\nThe bus was packed with excited children as Ms. Lipton stood at the front, keeping track of everyone. Linus and Skippy sat in the back, as that’s where the outcasts tend to go. Luckily for them, that worked with their plan perfectly. “O’tay,” Linus said as the two looked over a crudely drawn diagram. “So dat’s the plan?”\n\n“Yes.” Skippy went through it one more time. “Hide da device; some guy walks on it; we get dem to help.”\n\n“You sure dey will help, dough?” Linus didn’t understand how flawless this whole plan seemed. \n\n“Dey will.”\n\n“Alright, kids,” Ms. Lipton called from the front, “the driver tells me we’re almost there. Remember our three rules?”\n\nThe kids echoed simultaneously, with varying levels of fluid speech, “Stay with our buddy, don’t go in the water without Ms. Lipton, and be nice.”\n\n“Wonderful.” Ms. Lipton turned around to the driver. “Thank you again for giving us a ride. The kids barely get out of the house.”\n\n“Not a problem ‘dere, Ms. Lipton,” a yellow-furred bear said, focusing on the road. “Anything fer the kids.” He made a sharp turn, entering Station Square. Pulling into A parking spot by Emerald Coast, he released the pressure and parked. The bright sunlight shone through the windows of the white and blue bus. The kids were getting antsy, knowing that they were parked. Some stood on their seat and looked out the window while others began bouncing up and down, ready to roll around in the sand. \n\n“Line up, kids!” Ms. Lipton stood in the center aisle and urged everyone from their seat. Skippy and Linus packed up the proof of their evil plan and got in the back of the line. It was so hot that day, and the sun heating the sand wasn’t helping. Several kids jumped back as they stepped on the sand, proclaiming it was too hot. “I’ll be watching, kiddos! Stay with your buddies!” Ms. Lipton wouldn’t be able to relax.\n\nSkippy and Linus got to work. They sat in the sand, analyzing where the foot traffic was highest. “There,” Skippy pointed to the perfect spot. Lugging their canvas bag over to his chosen spot, they started digging, pulling out plastic tools. “Not too deep,” Skippy micro-managed as they pulled their device out and placed it into the pit. “Too deep, it no work.” Linus placed the round pressure plate into the pit and rigged it. They carefully buried it again, ensuring not to set it off with the sand. They ran for the rocks nearby and hid, waiting for someone to step on it. \n\n“Skippy,” Linus asked inquisitively, “you no tell me what it does.”\n\nSkippy paused, realizing he never did. “Oh, I no did.” They kept their heads barely poked above the rocks. “It turns someones into something else.”\n\n“Wike in da space moves?” Linus asked.\n\n“Yes,” Skippy said matter-of-factly. “They be mom or dad.”\n\n“You no know what they be turneded into?”\n\n“Nope.”\n\nLinus had a look of horror on his face. He turned away from their trap and looked at Skippy. “What ifs dey become monsta? Or um…” He couldn’t think of anything worse than a monster. “A weirdo?”\n\n“Shhhhhh!” Skippy pulled him down and pointed to the trap. “Wook.”\n\nA thin, gangly-looking nerd was making his way over to the rocks. The parrot was clearly not in the mood to be at the beach. With thick glasses on his face and a nervous look across his beak, he was trying to hide from something. Or someone? He was only feet away from the trap and shuffling directly toward it! “Oh, why did they have to drag me here?” He mumbled. “They know I hate the water.” The boys watched as he was only a few steps away. “I’ll just hang out by the rocks. Hope there aren’t any people fucking or mob bosses like in my anime.” Linus covered his eyes. Skippy was on the edge of his seat. \n\n[i]Click[/i]\n\nFour narrow metal poles sprung from the sand, launching jagged beams of green electricity between them, forming a cage. “WHA?!” The parrot was trapped. He tried to flap his wings, but when he did so, he was stung by the raw power of the beams. “What is this?!” The beams began to spin. He was silenced almost immediately. The waves began changing color and sliding up and down the poles, creating a hypnotic effect. His eyes filled with the colors, going lifeless. \n\n“Is working!” Skippy shouted.\n\nLinus dared to pry his hands away from his eyes to witness this awful deed. He was mesmerized by the hypnotic effect. “Whoa, dat’s pwetty.” An energy ray charged beneath the parrot, its green light glowing brighter and brighter through the sand. “What’s dat, Skippy?”\n\n“Dat’s da TF way!”\n\n“T.F.?” Linus didn’t understand what that meant. “What dat mean?”\n\n“Wook!” Skippy pointed to their captive parrot.\n\nThe beam shot from underneath the parrot, hitting him directly in the grundle. He was slowly covered by green light. “Hehehehe,” he chuckled as the light covered his entire body. He shrunk as his body shook and wavered like the lines in TV static. His torso grew wide and stout, the bars surrounding him accommodating for his new size. The feathers on his head disappeared and were replaced with a smoother surface. \n\n“What happening?” Linus worriedly asked as the parrot was becoming increasingly disfigured, his silhouette hiding the full changes. Skippy was squinting in surprise. There was no way that parrot guy was transforming into HER. There was absolutely no way.\n\nThe green light that covered the parrot disappeared, and the device was deactivated. In its place was one motionless, swirly-eyed creature. A yellow, reptilian monster, no taller than Linus stood there. Maybe she’d be taller if she wasn’t hunched over, making her look nervous. “WHOA!!!” Skippy ran out from the rocks and approached her with no regard for his well-being. He knew fully who this creature was and was in complete amazement, knowing that he could bring someone from a fictional universe into reality. “Al-fi-us,” his three-year-old mouth said, mispronouncing her name. He cleared his throat, trying his best to speak clearly and not like a child, and how his brain was forcing him to be in this world. “Hewe is youwa new owders.” He spoke slowly. Alphys stood there, hunched over and not moving a muscle, the sun shining down on her naked body.\n\nLinus tried to listen to what Skippy was saying but couldn’t keep up with it. Had Skippy kept parts of the plan out when telling him about it? And what were those things hanging from her body? They looked like Ms. Liptons girly bits but yellow. He had never seen Ms. Lipton’s breasts, but he knew that they were something girls had.\n\n“When you sechure a howse, you come adopt me.”\n\nLinus still couldn’t hear; the sound of the wind and waves was too powerful.\n\n“Okay.” Alphys finally responded, her voice clear. She turned and walked away. \n\nSkippy returned to Linus. “We good!” He hugged Linus in excitement. “It workded!”\n\n“Who was dat?” Linus asked, not fully secure with the situation yet.\n\n“Alphees,” Skippy mispronounced again. “Vewy smart.”\n\n“O’tay. You knows her?”\n\n“Yes.” In a sense, anyway. The two ran off to enjoy the beach for the rest of the day. It wouldn’t be long now until the next phase of his plan came to fruition.\n\n\n\n\nLinus couldn’t get to sleep that night. Something in his mind kept telling him that he missed something with the exchange between Skippy and whatever that thing’s name was. Why wouldn’t Skippy have told him everything? He shuffled around, setting his teddy bear above him on the bed. Skippy was fast asleep, worn out from his excitement of his project working. His sleeping face was so peaceful, a far cry from his usual face that always seemed troubled. “Skippy?” Linus whispered. Skippy didn’t respond. He tried again, this time waking him.\n\n“Hmm?” Skippy’s eyes open slightly, his deep green eyes beautiful as they always were.\n\n“I had a bad dweam.” Linus lied, but he didn’t know why. He was compelled to get attention from Skippy, thinking it might be the last. “Weawwy bad.”\n\nSkippy closed his eyes, his breathing deepening. “How bad?”\n\nThe yearning for attention was consuming him. Linus didn’t know what he wanted, but it was something more than just snuggling. He scooched closer to Skippy’s face, only an inch between the two of them now. “I no wemember.” Whenever he was sad, Ms. Lipton would kiss him. Maybe that’s what he wanted? That would be weird if he asked for a kiss, though. Perhaps if he kissed him first, Skippy would give him one back? He placed a hand on Skippy’s head, his eyes glistening with his mental turmoil. Leaning forward, he kissed Skippy on the cheek.\n\nSkippy’s eyes shot open. “Oh. I see.” Skippy returned the kiss but on the lips. Their soft lips touched as Skippy wormed his tongue into Linus’s mouth. He didn’t realize that Linus was that desperate for attention. Hell, if he wanted to start kicking things up a notch, he could probably find some rope in the basement, and they could get kinky. It wasn’t very often that a man of fine taste like him fell into this situation. \n\nLinus let it happen. The bliss that seemed to come with Skippy kissing him in this weird way was what he needed, the empty feeling he had being filled with love. He didn’t know it was ok for two boys to do this. If it felt this nice, there was no way it wasn’t wrong, right? His penis was getting harder the longer they kissed. He reached for his dick and started stroking it the same way Skippy always did it. Now, he had direct stimulus from two sources, which sent him into overdrive. Linus moaned into Skippy’s, hoping he wasn’t being too loud. He didn’t care that Skippy had actually fallen asleep and he was doing all the work. Sucking on his tongue, taking in his juices, and stroking his cock. That was all him. It wasn’t long until he felt his body tingling again. The wave of tingles flooded him as cum gushed from his dick, staining the sheets. Linus pulled away from Skippy, passing out on the spot. At last, he could sleep.\n\n\n\n\nMs. Lipton knocked frantically on the door. “Skippy! Skippy!” She opened the door, not waiting for a response. Waking the two from a nap, Skippy rose, groggy. “Skippy, someone is here, and they want to adopt you!” His eyes shot open with a start. At last, the plan was coming to fruition. He leaped out of bed, clearing Linus easily. “Wow, you’re excited.” Ms. Lipton picked him up and hugged him. “We already handled the paperwork, too, so it’s a done deal.” She didn’t let go. “I’m so happy for you.” Skippy felt a tear fall onto his shoulder. Ms. Lipton was always emotional whenever one of her kids was taken, and he was no exception. “Let’s get you down there. Start packing your things.” She set him down and left, stifling her tears, shutting the door behind her. \n\nSkippy had packed his bags after the trip, knowing this day would come. It was part of the plan, after all. He shook Linus awake before he dug it out from under the bed. “Linus, up up.”\n\nLinus had been stirred by Ms. Lipton coming in, but now he was fully awake. “What’s going on?”\n\n“Da pwan workded,” Skippy said as he pulled out his duffel bag from under the bed. “I can weave now.”\n\n“Wha?” Linus was wide awake now and wrought with worry. He had been wrought with worry since the trip to the beach. They hadn’t been diving into the basement and searching for parts since then, and Skippy seemed awfully lazy. He knew something was about to happen, but he never expected this. “Wha ‘bout me?”\n\n“No time.” Skippy tossed the few remaining things from the desk into the bag. “Gotta go.” Skippy dragged his bag out the door. Linus sat up and watched Skippy leave. What just happened? Was he being ditched? Linus stood up, hugging his bear, and cautiously walked to the door, peeking around the corner. A crowd of kids were standing by the door, happy for Skippy, even the ones that weren’t nice to him. Ms. Lipton insisted that every child was sent off with a smile and cheers. Linus knew he should join them, but he didn’t know if he had the heart to do so. His heart sank, knowing this would be the last time he would see his friend. \n\n“Linus,” Ms. Lipton called from the crowd, towering above the other kids, “there you are. Come and say goodbye.”\n\nThere it was. The barbed arrow that shredded Linus’s heart. He slumped over to the crowd. The yellow creature from the beach was standing near the door with Skippy. Rather than naked like before, she wore a white lab coat and glasses. Everything else seemed to blur as he got closer. His world was cracking. He had known Skippy for so little time, but he had changed his life! He taught his stuff about science and technology, made his butthole feel amazing, and even kissed him on the lips, albeit when he was half asleep. It was like a part of him was about to be severed. The crowd parted, letting Linus see Skippy, who was already holding hands with the strange creature as if they had known each other for years. Why did this creature get special attention? This feeling he felt in his heart. What was it? Jealousy over the intimacy that he had worked to gain? Anger for Skippy just leaving him? No. It was love. He was happy that the plan worked. He was happy that Skippy was being adopted. But if only he knew that he was being backstabbed.\nMs. Lipton was saying something to him, but it only came across as mumbling. Ringing filled his ears. The dread of his only friend leaving and his once again being the oldest child at the orphanage was too much. Skippy fell to his knees, dropping his bear. Tears fell from his eyes like a waterfall. He sobbed like a baby, not caring at all what the others thought of his behavior. He didn’t want Skippy to leave him behind. Linus loved him! A love that went far beyond friendship and mutual respect. Linus wanted to have Skippy’s penis in his ass every day, taste his semen for every meal, and serve his every whim!\n\n“Linus,” Ms. Lipton dove to the floor, hugging him. “It’s ok. It’s ok.” She embraced him tightly. “It’s a very big day. I know you’ll miss Skippy. We all will.” She pet his head over and over as he wailed, his face getting uglier and uglier by the second. \n\n“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Linus’s mind was in turmoil, his thoughts bouncing around his head at the speed of light.\n\nSkippy tried to ignore Linus and spoke to Alphys. “We has many pwans, Al-fees.”\n\n“Indeed. I have found a base as well.” Alphys pulled out a smartphone. “On Flicky Island. Plenty of space for expansion and room for exploration. Isn’t that great?” She chuckled in a nerdy manner.\n\n“Yes. Vewy nice.” Skippy turned to Linus, his sobbing interrupting his train of thought. “But…” he was having second thoughts. As nice as it would be to be alone with his genius and have Alphys take care of him, one thing would be missing. He could always hypnotize her to be his cock sleeve, maybe even train her to be an obedient fuck hole, but Linus didn’t need any training. Linus seemed to take to him naturally. He would be a fool to abandon him here.[i] Just look at him,[/i] he thought, [i]crying like a baby because I’m leaving.[/i] There was no way a tool would react like that. “Alfeeus,” Skippy turned to look at Linus, “you fink we have woom fow one mowa?” \n\n“I believe I can arrange that.” Alphys stepped toward Ms. Lipton. “Excuse me, Ms. Lipton.” She turned to face the reptilian creature, barely taller than Linus. “Do you suppose I could adopt this child as well?” \n\nMs. Lipton nearly began crying. “Yes,” She sniffled, her eyes shining with tears. “You absolutely may.” She shook Linus. “Linus, honey.” Linus quieted down just enough to hear the good news. “Go pack your things.” He had heard that enough times to know what it meant. His tears began flowing again, but this time with an heir of joy. He was wrong; Skippy wasn’t leaving him behind! He ran back to his room and started packing his few belongings. “Let’s return to the office and complete the paperwork.” Ms Lipton was crying now. “Thank you, Dr. Alphys.”\n\n“Skippy insisted,” Alphys said plainly. “And who am I to deny my child’s desires?” The two walked back to the office. \n\n\n\n\nLinus didn’t let Skippy go the entire ride. He fell asleep with him in his arms, so happy to be with his bestest best friend in all of Mobius. Alphys flew their car through Metropolis proper and flew over the ocean. “We’re ready to warp, kiddos. Get ready.” Pressing a button on their flying car, it shot a ring through the air, which expanded, displaying an island with an enormous, snow-capped mountain and a volcano. All around it, a pristine forest sat with remnants of some technological civilization. The car flew through the ring with a chime, and it vanished. “This is Flicky Island. I discovered it while exploring our options. This Dr. Robotnik character left behind his work when Sonic defeated him. There will be plenty of material for us to work with. Not to mention, there are ample structures to repurpose.\n\n“Excewent, Awphis,” Skippy smirked. \n\nThey landed in the Green Grove zone, the safest-looking area of the seven main areas of the Island. The checkerboard paths and clearings were offputting but seemed fitting for an island like this. Small birds, feral foxes, and other animals roamed around, unafraid of the three landing on the island. Alphys carried Linus to one of Robotnik’s bases, which he had abandoned. “We’ll explore the other areas later. But for now, we should settle in. We need to find you a workshop afterall, Skippy,” Alphys said as she laid him down on a luxurious-looking bed. Robotnik enjoyed his luxuries. Roughing it on an island inhabited by animals surely didn’t seem his style. At least he had left everything behind when Sonic chased him out. “You kids relax while I explore a bit.” She laid Linus down on the kind-sized, round bed, lifting Skippy onto it after. \n\nSkippy pulled the sheets up and over the two of them as Alphys left. “You knows,” he said to Linus, who was still sleeping, “tells me when you wants a ting.” He curled into Linus’s back. His fur was so soft. His bear was still in the car, packed away in his bag, but he still slept. Skippy snuggled beneath the red sheets and swapped places. For once, he’d be the little spoon. As soon as he got in place, Linus latched onto him. He hasn’t had the chance to turn around yet. There the two were, facing each other in bed. An overwhelming urge took over Skippy, and he knew what it was, but it was so strange—all those years of having his way with kids and getting away with it, not making any emotional attachments. Then came Linus. Only a few weeks of fucking and using him, one sob fest, and now he was developing feelings? What kind of situation was this? He was the dom, not some emotional, wishy-washy sub! However, the feeling to cave-in was powerful. He leaned in and placed his lips against Linus’s. It somehow felt familiar. He wriggled his tongue inside, swirling their tongues together, struggling to work with Linus’s limp muscle. \n\nSuddenly, Linus’s muscle started moving, coiling around his with vigor. Skippy looked up, finding Skippy’s eyes wide open. The two knew what was happening. They knew they both wanted this. Closing their eyes, they continued. Wrapping their arms around each other, they went to town like pornstars. What started as a beneficial friendship had bloomed into a passion at such a ripe, young age. They didn’t have to hold back their moans anymore, no longer having to be considerate of neighbors. The two moaned like ferals, slopping their juices around and wetting the sheets. \n\n“Skippy,” Linus said, pulling away, “I wuv you.” He knew what it was now. It was love. He squirmed beneath the sheets, not waiting for an answer. Sure enough, Skippy’s dick was rock hard. That’s what he wanted. Linus latched his mouth onto it, licking and sucking as he always did, this time without being told or commanded to do so. Skippy reached for his head, sinking his paws into either side of Linus’s head, thrusting his hips in time with Linus’s sucking. He didn’t last long with all that effort put into it. Skippy shot his load into Linus’s mouth, thick and creamy, his entire body quivering. It was the best orgasm of his life. Was it possible that climax felt better when both parties felt the same way? All those years of forcing himself onto children and only enjoying himself, and he didn’t know this?\n\nLinus sucked like a vacuum, drinking all of the fresh, sticky cum down his throat. It was his daily treat, and he was so happy not to lose it. Skippy slid underneath the sheets with Linus, going for round two on sucking face. “I wuv you, too,” he said before forcing his tongue into his mouth again. Linus’s mouth tasted different now. Obviously, it was because he just drank his cum. There was something about it that Skippy seemed to like. \n\nAlphys came into the room, and the light from the hallway lit the darkness. She heard the sounds of lovemaking and saw the lump in the bed. She knew what was happening, her initial hypnosis had told her that this would be regular, but she hadn’t expected that Linus and Skippy were lovers at such a tender age. She set the bags that she had brought in from the car by the heavy steel door and slowly closed it. Best not to interrupt them.\n\n“Show me yowa butt,” Skippy said in a sensual tone. Linus threw the sheets off them and presented, lifting his tail. Skippy dove in, licking his asshole and plunging his tongue as deep as it could go. His mouth was already dripping with saliva, making this task much easier. He savored the foul taste of Linus’s asshole, unwashed and dirty. Linus moaned like a little slut, voicing his approval, sinking deeper into his role as Skippy’s toy. Skippy reached around Linus’s bent leg and grasped his erect penis. Linus gasped as he started stroking. Double the stimulation! He grasped the sheets, shoving his face into the mattress, hoping to muffle his embarrassing moans. “Louduh,” Skippy said in a teasing tone. “Mowa moans.” With his free hand, he spanked Linus’s plush asscheek. Linus screamed and lifted his muzzle from the sheets, letting his moans roll from his mouth unmuted.\n\n“Skippyyyyyyyy,” Linus moaned after what felt like an eternity. “Put your peepee in me.” Skippy pulled his tongue from his rear and chuckled. With another spank, he stood on the bed. His dick was ready, edging for the last few minutes. His drool dripped from Linus’s ass fur, staining the sheets. That wouldn’t be the only thing staining the sheets soon. Skippy grabbed Linus’s thighs and lined up his shot. He had been plowing him for so long that he could dive right in now, and that was exactly what he planned to do. “Come oooooooon.” Linus wiggled his butt, tempting Skippy to move faster. “I want it noOOOOOOO-” Skippy gave no warning as he shoved his dick into Linus’s backdoor. He began thrusting at full speed. The little bit of fat that Linus had shook at Skippy rocked his world for the umpteenth time. Skippy’s tails spun and spun as he plowed his favorite fucktoy, become lover. But as expected, he didn’t last long. Skippy’s cream shot into Linus’s asshole, stuffing him like a snack cake. They slumped over on the bed, Skippy’s dick sliding out of Linus’s asshole with a wet schlorp, exhausted from their exciting day. \n\n“Hey, Winus.” Lunis turned his head. “Wemembuh when da news guy said Sonic was ‘gay’?” Linus nodded, too exhausted to reply properly. “Ifs dey are ‘gay’, dats what we are.”\n\n“Oh,” Linus replied with exhausted shock. “Dats fine.” His head fell back to the bed. “Wuv you, Skippy.”\n\n“Wuv you, Winus.” \n\nThey both fell asleep within minutes. The new life ahead of them would be more exhausting than this. Best they rest up while they can.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
How to Adopt a Genius

Part 1


“Jus needs to add dis hewe,” Skippy said as he soldered a harvested motherboard from an old microwave in the basement. His two tails instinctively spun around as the fox worked into the night. At least he had his own room; otherwise, he’d be keeping some other soul awake with his evil plans. The smell of melting metal filled the room as the solder melted beneath the gun. “And das it.” He held his half-finished frankensteined device aloft under the lamp light. “Now I jus needs to find da odder stuffs.” Skippy carefully locked his device in the bottom drawer of his desk. It was already 3:30, far past his bedtime. The other kids were used to him being tired all the time and figured it was just the way he was - the perfect cover. Skippy climbed into bed, the top bunk. When Ms. Lipton came in a few hours, he’d look for more parts.

In truth, Skippy was no 3-year-old fox. His two tails made him look almost exactly like the famed Miles Tails Prower that ran around with Sonic, saving Mobius from the nefarious Dr. Eggman. The other kids reminded him of that all the time as well. Everyone did, in fact, ever since he woke up in this orphanage as the spitting image of a young Tails. He didn’t know why, and nor did he care. Any life was better than his old one. However, he had to fix the one problem that seemed to ail him: getting adopted.

 


“Skippy!” There was a knock at the door as a feline entered his room. Her pink T-shirt accented her white apron. “Time to get up, little one.” Skippy stirred, not wanting to rise for the day. “Come now, child.” Ms. Lipton reached up high and gently jostled him awake. “You don’t want to miss breakfast, do you?”

He knew that she wouldn’t relent. Ms. Lipton had many duties that morning and couldn’t spend a ton of time on everyone. There was no room leader for him, as Skippy was by himself. “I up, Mz. Lipton,” Skippy said wearily. “I up.” He was really tired, which only added to his cover. Ms. Lipton lowered the side of the top bunk and lifted him out of the bed. “No, I do myself.”

“Let me help, tired boy,” Ms. Lipton rubbed his head as he sat on the edge of the bottom bunk. “Can you get yourself up while I get the other kiddos?” Skippy nodded, half awake. “Very good.” She turned to leave. Skippy wouldn’t miss this. He loved watching her go. With her tail in the air, cheerful and eager to start the day, she revealed her plump rear for him to ogle. Not a single Mobian wore pants in this universe, and that was a utopia for Skippy. He remembered his old world enough to get aroused by that jiggling rear as she strode around without pants. Of course, he didn’t have much of a penis to speak of yet, but it was more than pleasurable to accidentally pop a boner and have it dismissed as a natural occurrence. As a kiddo, he didn't even need to wear a shirt! Full nude 24/7!

Skippy blearily dragged himself from bed and into the dining room with the others. The table, as usual, was filled with ravenous children, as tiring as the oatmeal was every morning.

“Morning, Skippy!” An older child shouted, waving and calling him over to the spot next to him. Falling into the seat next to him, he sighed an early morning sigh. “You always sleepy, huh?” the otter asked. Skippy nodded as he waited for Ms. Lipton to finish her rounds with the other kids. He leaned forward on his chair, turkey necking. “How’s your thing coming?”

“Uhh…” Skippy drooled as he bumped his head against the edge of the white, glossy dining table. The other kids were caught in conversation, not at all paying attention to the two outcasts of the house. “Fine,” he replied. “Mowa pawts….”

“What even building?” The otter reached underneath Skippy and held him upright. He was five, unlike the other kids, who ranged from two to three. Ms. Lipton didn’t know why ‘such a sweet little boy’ wouldn’t be adopted, but he had been here way longer than anyone else, two years. Skippy, who had reached the six-month mark just the other day, had become the second oldest kiddo at the orphanage.

“I no tell you,” Skippy said with sleep in his eyes. “Is secwet.”

“Otay.”

“Weve da fweak awone, Winus.” A Pika at the end of the table stood on his stool, smirking. “He wook wike Tails, but he not.”

“So?” Linus stood and scowled. “And he weally, weally don't like when folks say he's Tails, so shh!” He held a finger to his lips and shushed the rude Pika. “Don't say that!”

“Why not?” The pika looked to his friends, an armadillo on the left and a hawk on the right, and scowled right back. “We agwee. He a fweak!” They nodded, the three of them crossing their arms.

Skippy couldn’t care less about the bullying from other three-year-olds. He knew darn well that kids would be kids. This was standard hazing as you grew up. He wasn’t about to let his ego get the better of him for that. Linus was correct, though; he hated being compared to Tails all the time. It was unavoidable! Aside from the darker tinted fur, he was the spitting image of a three-year-old Miles “Tails” Prower! “Is fine, Winus.”

“Is not fine!” Linus grumbled, sitting down. “Dey gon’ get it one day.”

They will, Skippy thought. Once he finished his device, he’d need some testing dummies.

“Calm down, kiddos!” Ms. Lipton sprinted into the dining room, an infant over her shoulder and a pot large enough for Sunday roast in her hands. “Sorry about the wait, oh goodness,” she was huffing and puffing, frantic as always in the morning. “Mornings are always so much.”

“Is otay, Ms. Lipton,” a little joey said. “We wait.”

“Thank you, kids.” She pulled the lid off the pot, revealing the same thing they had every morning. “Hand me your bowls.” She set her infant in a highchair, who was just as eager to get something in her body as everyone else was. “You may eat once you get your bowl back.” One by one, she filled the handmade clay bowls with the sloppy stuff. Skippy found the energy to fill his body, spooning the warm oatmeal into his mouth. He wasn’t going to finish his plan on an empty stomach afterall.




There wasn’t much to do in the orphanage but plenty to do outside. Ms. Lipton only wanted them to go outside when she could watch them, and that wasn’t very often as she was so busy with everything else. This left lots of time for Skippy to search the house for parts for his machine. One may think a child who looked like Tails would be adopted on the spot, but something about his demeanor made him offputting to potential parents. That worked well enough for him. Metropolis was developed enough to allow him enough opportunities to find the parts he needed, especially in the basement. Ms. Lipton never checked the basement. She thought it was locked, permanently warped shut from the years and years it had stood, and never bothered to have a locksmith come to check.

After checking that no one was following him, Skippy slipped into the basement, carefully walking down the wooden stairs that hadn’t been renovated as the rest of the place had over the years. He turned on the light at the bottom of the staircase and saw the mess he had left last night. “Now…” he had pulled off tarps from various boxes of old equipment and family toys months ago. It was perfect. Obviously, he discarded the toys as they wouldn’t have powerful enough tech for his needs. “What do?” He strode through the mess he had made last night, struggling to remember where he had found the microwave, sidling through the narrow hallways he created. At last, in the middle of the room sat an old microwave, taken apart with the components he didn’t need strewn about. “Dere!” He climbed atop the pile of tarps. Too small to carry it himself, he had to work in it atop the pile of junk. “What else do?” Skippy asked as he began fiddling with the microwave once more.

Using the pliers he had found in a tool bench, he pulled more parts from the damaged internals, unaware of what they were. He may have had a genius intellect, but if he had never seen these components before, he wouldn’t have known what they did, especially in a model of microwave that wasn’t from Earth. As Skippy flew back and forth from the tool bench, he got more and more stressed. “Why no work!” He shouted. That was when he noticed something. He had an erection. “Peepee hard…” he looked left, then right, even though he knew he was alone. He touched his two-inch penis and began stroking it gently with his gloved hand. Even as a fox, masturbation felt good, potentially even BETTER.

Thoughts of Ms. Lipton came into his head, his vivid imagination going wild. Ms. Lipton’s plump ass jiggling in his face as she sucked his dick, massive in his imagination, easily five times larger than it was now. The bulge in her throat as he bucked and bucked constantly on the move. He let out high-pitched moans, feeling the sensations in his peepee that no child his age ever should. “Oh, Skippy,” the Ms. Lipton in his imagination said as she pulled away from his dick, gasping for breath. “You’re so big and enormous. Larger than my husband ever was.” She took off her apron, revealing her furry melons. “I bet you’re thirsty after all that.” He let his imagination get the better of him, opening his lips and miming the motions as he sucked from her invisible breasts. “That’s a good boy,” Ms. Lipton said. “Drink all that you need.” She lined up her pussy with his enormous dick and slammed it down to his knot, screaming. “SKIPPY!”

Suddenly, the door to the basement opened slightly, closing as quickly as it had opened. Skippy darted behind the pile he was on. “Hewwo?” a voice called quietly as it descended the stairs. “Skippy?” Linus the Otter had found his way into the basement, awkwardly taking each step with two feet, unsure of himself. “Ms. Lipton says we can’t be down here.”

Skippy poked his head up from behind the pile with a sigh. “Winus,” he moaned. “Go way.” He spun his tails around and lifted himself from the ground, approaching Linus with an unhappy face. “I getting pawts.”

“WHOA!” Linus covered his mouth promptly. “You can fwy?”

“No wike showing it.” Skippy landed as his tails returned to normal. He pointed upstairs, “Dey calls me Tails alweady.”

“Oh,” Linus was trying to process why someone wouldn’t want to show off such a cool ability. “Dis where you find parts?”

“Yes.” Skippy placed his hands on Linus’s waist and turned him around. “Go way.”

“But,” Linus turned himself around, his strength no match for Skippy’s. “I wanna help.” He threw his arms out to his side.

“No need it.”

“I. Wanna. Help.” Linus stood his ground, stubborn as always. “The other kids never let me play, and I no wanna watch TV all da time,” he crossed his arms. “You my only fwiend.” He looked on the edge of crying. “Is no fun.” Skippy knew he would only be a hindrance to his plan. He didn’t know anything about technology or taking apart machines. “Why is your peepee big?” Skippy lowered his head and gazed at his throbbing penis.

“I tinking ‘bout tings.” Then, a thought came to him, something devious. “Wan’ help?” Linus nodded, lowering his arms, thinking Skippy was about to agree. “Wick my peepee.” He pointed to his aching dick.

“Wha?”

“Wick it,” Skippy said again. “No cum ‘cause you inn-,” he paused, his adult thoughts meshing poorly with his childlike processing power, “tewupted. Intewupted.”

“Umm…” Linus backed away nervously. What did he mean? “Sonic says that if some twies to, uh,” his brain was overloading, “touch you in a bad pwace, or a way dat makes you, uh uh uh, feel bad, dats NO GOOD.” The only part he was confident in saying was the ‘NO GOOD’ part.

“No, dummy,” Skippy sighed. “Touch ME.” He grabbed Linus’s arm and yanked him to the ground. “Wick. It. Now.” There was a dark look on his face as he glared at Linus. “Can hewp if do.”

“Oh, uh…” Linus struggled with his decision. He really wanted to help Skippy with whatever he was doing. Linus thought they were friends, and he certainly liked to think that Skippy thought the same. And friends helped each other out, right? “O'tay.” Linus sniffed Skippy's peepee - salty. His tongue grazed the red rocket, feeling every vein and texture. It tasted better than it smelled, at least. “I lickded it,” Linus said and sat upright.

“No. Mowa,” Skippy shook his head and pointed to his dick again. “Till I ‘splode.”

“You'll go splode?” Linus asked urgently. His curiosity was getting the better of him, wondering what exactly Skippy meant by ‘go splode.’ He continued to lick his peepee, like a popsicle. The more he licked, the more he liked the flavor, and the more vigorously he ran his tongue up, down, and around Skippy's little member. Skippy placed his hand on his orange head, controlling the pace and speed of his pleasure. The kid was a natural, slipping into the natural motion for sucking a dick.

“Winus,” Skippy moaned breathily, “so good.”

Is I making Skippy feel good? Linus thought. Yay! He reached for his penis, larger than Skippy’s by an inch and a half. Does it feel good for me? With his right paw, he began touching his erect penis. He had never felt this in his peepee before. Sure, he touched it many times when going pee, but never to make himself feel good. With two digits, he stroked it, feeling the sensations from both Skippy’s peepee in his mouth and the new ones from his peepee. Overwhelmed by all the new stimulus, he began quivering, hoping not to pass out, only wanting more and more of this feeling. Oh, noes! A feeling bubbling inside him was reaching a climax. Am I going splode? His entire body was warm, reaching temperatures never before reached.

He tingled and twitched as Skippy’s peepee began growing in his mouth, and Skippy grabbed the sides of his head. I'm going splode! Skippy yanked him to the base of his dick, the smells from his sheath driving him wild, instincts kicking in. Linus shook like a phone on vibrate as white goo erupted from his dick, coating the floor in front of him and dripping in long, sticky ropes.

Skippy released Linus's head, letting him shoot back with a gasp. “Vewy good. One last rope of cum shot from his dick, landing on Linus’s snout and dripping down to his chest. “Pwomise to wisten?” Linus agreed while trying to wipe away all the cum. “Good.”

He was promptly put to work. While Skippy took apart devices, Linus dug through the piles and piles of leftover stuff from the previous owners, searching for electronics. Linus would present stuff he found to Skippy, who would approve it or tell him to toss it in the pile. After only an hour, they found quite a few of the smaller objects in the room, and Linus’s strength assisted with moving more of the heavier objects.

The light thumping from upstairs grew louder, the younger kiddos screaming. Skippy sighed and put his tools down, leaving the radio for later. The two of them both knew what this chaos meant. Lunchtime. Seeking out of the basement, they joined the crowd.

“We're back on MLN. I'm Kiora the Cat.” Someone had left the TV on as they ran for the kitchen. “This just in, Dr. Eggman foiled again by Sonic the Hedgehog and friends.”

“Hey, look!” Linus pointed to the TV. The cameraman was showing a smug-looking Sonic schmoozing for the camera. It's Sonic!” He ran for the TV and sat down. “He's so cool!” Excitement filled his voice. Everyone loved Sonic. He was the greatest hero that Mobius had ever seen. Even his friends were cool! Some more than others, of course, but none were more remarkable than him.

“Yeah, just another day stopping Eggman, no big.” Sonic waved off the cameras and microphones like he didn't want them there. “Really though, it wouldn't have been possible this time if Tails didn't save my spiky butt.” He reached off camera. “Come over, buddy. Say hi to everyone.”

Tails stumbled on screen, his orange-yellow fur matted with ash and oil smears. “Oh, uh,” he chuckled. “Hi.”

“Go on, don't be shy.”

“Yes, Tails,” the reporter said confidently. “Tell us what happened.”

“Well,” Tails sheepishly placed his hand on the back of his head. “It wasn't anything special.” He pulled a device from behind his back. “I just hacked into the neuro-quad-spacializer while you were distracting him.”

“While he was shooting at me with the quadro-spacey-thingamajig! Talk about live bait.” He slipped Tails on the back. “His quick thinking saves me all the time.”

“Is that the secret that makes you two such a dynamic duo?” the reporter asked.

“Oh, absolutely. All my adventures where I didn't have Tails didn't go nearly as well as they could have.”

“Sonic,” Tails’ tails began spinning rapidly, “you're embarrassing me.”

Of course. There he was—the key to Sonic's success. The speed-brained hedgehog couldn't possibly do anything on his own, and Skippy knew it more than anyone. In almost every Sonic game in his old world, Sonic had some kind of help, even if they were only in the cutscenes. He was a victim of ‘the power of friendship.’ Tails though. There was no real hatred for him. It wasn't his fault he was reincarnated to look like Tails. If anything, Skippy could be his little brother. That would be ridiculous, though.

“Sonic!” A red-furred chipmunk ran into view. “Metropolis Yakker. I have one important question.” Sonic tilted his head inquisitively. “Are you and Tails gay?”

“W-w-w-w-w-w-w-whaaaaa?!” Tails nearly fell over in surprise.

The reporter shoved her paw over the camera lens. “Cut the camera!”

Linus fell over in surprise. “What dat mean?” He turned to Skippy, thinking he'd know the answer. “You knows it?”

There was enough fanart and smut fiction of it. There had to be some universe where Sonic made a move on him. Or vice versa. Or was this one where Tails was actually a girl in disguise? Skippy had seen evidence that this wasn't the usual Sonic Universe. It wouldn't be too far-fetched. Linus didn't need to know that if it was.

“Where are the rest of my kids?” Ms. Lipton asked as she poked around the corner.

“Oh!” Linus shot up. “Sowwy, Ms. Lipton. Sonic was on TV.”

“Oh, was he?” Ms. Lipton came over to look at the TV. “Did I miss it?”

“One guy askded if, uh, Sonic and Tails was gay. What's gay?”

“That's not important, dear.” She grabbed Linus by the hand. “Come and eat. You too, Skippy, dear.”




Another night, more soldering. Skippy and Linus had proven to be quite the dynamic duo. It had only been a few weeks, yet there was significant progress on his device. They had found his device's perfect round metal housing by ripping apart an automatic vacuum cleaner. The sparks from soldering the pieces together made short, sharp noises as they scattered about the room. Finally, it was all coming together. “At wast,” Skippy said as he set down his soldering gun. “Few mowa dayz, den I be done!” He admired his handiwork. The motherboard was housed in plastic, safe from any outside forces, and the outer ring was the perfect size. Halfway through his project, he had decided how to implement his plan and knew it had to be a pressure plate trap.

Suddenly, there was a faint knock on his door. “Skippy.” Another knock. “Skippy,” the voice said again.” The door opened.  The nightlights from the hallway cast a long shadow from the child walking in. Linus walked in, holding a rough, beaten-up teddy bear. “Skippy,” he looked around and spotted him at his desk. “Hi.”

“Wat want? It wate.” Skippy knew it was late, and knew perfectly well that he should be asleep too, but he had plans to fulfill and work to do.

“I, uh,” Linus hid his face behind the teddy bear. “I had a bad dweam.” He was embarrassed beyond belief.

“Oh.” Skippy set his device on the desk and hopped down from the chair. “What need?”

“It's super lonely when everyone is asweep,” Linus lowered his bear. “And Pawker and Ender don’t wike me.” He sniffled once, wiping his eyes. “You is awone, so, you know,” he kicked his hind paws, “I fink we could, uh, shawe a woom?” His speech was slipping. He had the most eloquent of the children at the orphanage, but that was a rather low bar.

Skippy didn’t really want a roommate. However, it would only be at night. He already hung around with Linus all day. Although he had proven that he could pull his weight, it was more“I do stuff at night.”

“I knows.”

“May keep awake.”

“Dat fine.” Linus hugged his bear tighter, staring into Skippy's face with intent.

Well, if Linus were intent on encroaching on his privacy, Skippy would see just how badly he wanted it. “O'tay.” He turned around and locked his device into his desk drawer. “I go bed.” Linus watched as Skippy crawled into the bottom bunk. “Come bed.” He pat the space next to him.

Linus's face lit up as he dove into the sheets. He sprawled out on his back, delighted to have a friend. “Skippy, you'we da best. He rolled over and latched onto Skippy, wrapping him in a hug. Linus was so warm; his small body instantly filled with heat the moment their fur touched. “Ok, I go bed, now.” He turned around and hugged his bear tightly, out within seconds.

“Kids…” This would be really fun now that Linus didn’t see it coming. Just the thought of his idea made Skippy hard again, his penis completely unsheathed and throbbing, dripping pre. I haven’t tried fucking a boy yet in this body, Skippy’s adult-oriented brain thought. He remembered all the fun times he had before this happened. Maybe it would feel even better if they were both little. It's a shame he was smaller now, though. His old penis would have given Linus something to scream about. He slid under the sheets, feeling around for Linus’s rear. He found it odd that he hadn’t bothered to try anything with anyone else, especially that obnoxious pika. Linus’s ass was sublime. Taut, but the cheeks were soft. He spread them open, revealing the tight ballsack and unused pucker. In the little light from the open window, he could see all that he needed to.

He’d have to lube him up manually. Even if he snuck into Ms. Lipton’s room and stole some of her lube, he didn’t feel like stealing from her. Besides, one doesn’t come between a woman and her toys. He opened Linus’s cheeks as wide as possible and licked the chocolate starfish that awaited him. Anthros didn’t seem to taste that much different, especially with children. But luckily for Skippy, he savored that foul, unwashed, unclean taste. Linus stirred only slightly, making soft giggles in his sleep. Skippy dove deeper, stretching his tongue as deep as he could go. The deeper he penetrated with his tongue, the fouler the taste became, and the more exciting the experience was as a whole. He savored Linus’s taste, coating his inner walls with ample amounts of saliva. If he were going to take his V-card at such a young age, he would make sure it felt good for both of them.

Linus stirred and woke up but was bombarded by the sensation of something wet in his tailhole. He clutched his teddy, riding the wave of powerful sensations flooding his little body. Oh noes! he thought. Why is Skippy licking my, my? He couldn’t even finish the sentence in his thoughts. He couldn’t stop his body from quivering. It was nearly too much for him, but just like in the basement when he gave his first blowjob, he liked it.

As Skippy pulled his tongue out of his asshole, he noticed that Linus was shaking. “You wake?” he asked smugly. Linus replied with a moan. “Want more?” Linus shoved his face against his teddy, hiding his hot, red face. He replied again, wanting more of this new feeling. “Good boy.” Skippy reached and pet him, falling into old habits. “Keep Teddy cwose.” He pulled himself out from the sheets and lined up his small dick with Linus’s asshole. “My peepee is going in.”

Linus clenched his face tighter as he felt Skippy’s dick slide between his buttcheeks. What’s going on? His mind was racing. Why Skippy playing with my butt? “Eeeeeeep,” he whined as he felt Skippy’s throbbing member poke his moist asshole. Skippy wrapped his arms around Linus and thrust his dicklet inside. “GAAAA-” he shouted but was quickly muffled by a hand shooting over his mouth. It felt like he was pooping, but nothing was coming out. The heat radiating from his member filled his body.

“No wake dem up,” Skippy hissed. He started thrusting, as awkward as it was to try and plow a six-year-old with such a small dick. He had to thrust hard and deep into him just to reach the top of his knot. It was a refreshing feeling. As sad as it was, being unable to use him as a fleshlight or toy, his moist hole was perfect for satisfying the lust that was slowly building from staring at Ms. Lipton’s ass every morning. He may have been able to use Linus’s mouth once in a while while in the basement, but it wasn’t the same as penetrating a hole and shooting your load inside, and plowing sideways, too! Talk about a workout. Skippy couldn’t last long with this small dick. He felt the throbbing and aching of his dick inside Linus’s asshole.

Linus did as well. “Oh, noes.” It wasn’t long before a hot load of cum filled his ass, shooting deep inside of him. Skippy pulled out and watched his seed drip from Linus’s asshole. The satisfying sight of white goop dripping from his ass was satisfying. “Wow…”

“Feel good?” Skippy asked, genuinely curious how it felt to have a dicklet stuff his hole.

“Dat felt so weird,” Linus thought, the afterglow hitting him like a truck. “But it alsos felt weally good.”

“Good,” Skippy said. “You my swut.” Linus glanced at him curiously. “Mean you do dat when I want.”

“Oh,” Linus said with a sudden realization. “O’tay.” He laid his head back down and tried to sleep




The bus was packed with excited children as Ms. Lipton stood at the front, keeping track of everyone. Linus and Skippy sat in the back, as that’s where the outcasts tend to go. Luckily for them, that worked with their plan perfectly. “O’tay,” Linus said as the two looked over a crudely drawn diagram. “So dat’s the plan?”

“Yes.” Skippy went through it one more time. “Hide da device; some guy walks on it; we get dem to help.”

“You sure dey will help, dough?” Linus didn’t understand how flawless this whole plan seemed.

“Dey will.”

“Alright, kids,” Ms. Lipton called from the front, “the driver tells me we’re almost there. Remember our three rules?”

The kids echoed simultaneously, with varying levels of fluid speech, “Stay with our buddy, don’t go in the water without Ms. Lipton, and be nice.”

“Wonderful.” Ms. Lipton turned around to the driver. “Thank you again for giving us a ride. The kids barely get out of the house.”

“Not a problem ‘dere, Ms. Lipton,” a yellow-furred bear said, focusing on the road. “Anything fer the kids.” He made a sharp turn, entering Station Square. Pulling into A parking spot by Emerald Coast, he released the pressure and parked. The bright sunlight shone through the windows of the white and blue bus. The kids were getting antsy, knowing that they were parked. Some stood on their seat and looked out the window while others began bouncing up and down, ready to roll around in the sand.

“Line up, kids!” Ms. Lipton stood in the center aisle and urged everyone from their seat. Skippy and Linus packed up the proof of their evil plan and got in the back of the line. It was so hot that day, and the sun heating the sand wasn’t helping. Several kids jumped back as they stepped on the sand, proclaiming it was too hot. “I’ll be watching, kiddos! Stay with your buddies!” Ms. Lipton wouldn’t be able to relax.

Skippy and Linus got to work. They sat in the sand, analyzing where the foot traffic was highest. “There,” Skippy pointed to the perfect spot. Lugging their canvas bag over to his chosen spot, they started digging, pulling out plastic tools. “Not too deep,” Skippy micro-managed as they pulled their device out and placed it into the pit. “Too deep, it no work.”  Linus placed the round pressure plate into the pit and rigged it. They carefully buried it again, ensuring not to set it off with the sand. They ran for the rocks nearby and hid, waiting for someone to step on it.

“Skippy,” Linus asked inquisitively, “you no tell me what it does.”

Skippy paused, realizing he never did. “Oh, I no did.” They kept their heads barely poked above the rocks. “It turns someones into something else.”

“Wike in da space moves?” Linus asked.

“Yes,” Skippy said matter-of-factly. “They be mom or dad.”

“You no know what they be turneded into?”

“Nope.”

Linus had a look of horror on his face. He turned away from their trap and looked at Skippy. “What ifs dey become monsta? Or um…” He couldn’t think of anything worse than a monster. “A weirdo?”

“Shhhhhh!” Skippy pulled him down and pointed to the trap. “Wook.”

A thin, gangly-looking nerd was making his way over to the rocks. The parrot was clearly not in the mood to be at the beach. With thick glasses on his face and a nervous look across his beak, he was trying to hide from something. Or someone? He was only feet away from the trap and shuffling directly toward it! “Oh, why did they have to drag me here?” He mumbled. “They know I hate the water.” The boys watched as he was only a few steps away. “I’ll just hang out by the rocks. Hope there aren’t any people fucking or mob bosses like in my anime.” Linus covered his eyes. Skippy was on the edge of his seat.

Click

Four narrow metal poles sprung from the sand, launching jagged beams of green electricity between them, forming a cage. “WHA?!” The parrot was trapped. He tried to flap his wings, but when he did so, he was stung by the raw power of the beams. “What is this?!” The beams began to spin. He was silenced almost immediately. The waves began changing color and sliding up and down the poles, creating a hypnotic effect. His eyes filled with the colors, going lifeless.

“Is working!” Skippy shouted.

Linus dared to pry his hands away from his eyes to witness this awful deed. He was mesmerized by the hypnotic effect. “Whoa, dat’s pwetty.” An energy ray charged beneath the parrot, its green light glowing brighter and brighter through the sand. “What’s dat, Skippy?”

“Dat’s da TF way!”

“T.F.?” Linus didn’t understand what that meant. “What dat mean?”

“Wook!” Skippy pointed to their captive parrot.

The beam shot from underneath the parrot, hitting him directly in the grundle. He was slowly covered by green light. “Hehehehe,” he chuckled as the light covered his entire body. He shrunk as his body shook and wavered like the lines in TV static. His torso grew wide and stout, the bars surrounding him accommodating for his new size. The feathers on his head disappeared and were replaced with a smoother surface.

“What happening?” Linus worriedly asked as the parrot was becoming increasingly disfigured, his silhouette hiding the full changes. Skippy was squinting in surprise. There was no way that parrot guy was transforming into HER. There was absolutely no way.

The green light that covered the parrot disappeared, and the device was deactivated. In its place was one motionless, swirly-eyed creature. A yellow, reptilian monster, no taller than Linus stood there. Maybe she’d be taller if she wasn’t hunched over, making her look nervous. “WHOA!!!” Skippy ran out from the rocks and approached her with no regard for his well-being. He knew fully who this creature was and was in complete amazement, knowing that he could bring someone from a fictional universe into reality. “Al-fi-us,” his three-year-old mouth said, mispronouncing her name. He cleared his throat, trying his best to speak clearly and not like a child, and how his brain was forcing him to be in this world. “Hewe is youwa new owders.” He spoke slowly. Alphys stood there, hunched over and not moving a muscle, the sun shining down on her naked body.

Linus tried to listen to what Skippy was saying but couldn’t keep up with it. Had Skippy kept parts of the plan out when telling him about it? And what were those things hanging from her body? They looked like Ms. Liptons girly bits but yellow. He had never seen Ms. Lipton’s breasts, but he knew that they were something girls had.

“When you sechure a howse, you come adopt me.”

Linus still couldn’t hear; the sound of the wind and waves was too powerful.

“Okay.” Alphys finally responded, her voice clear. She turned and walked away.

Skippy returned to Linus. “We good!” He hugged Linus in excitement. “It workded!”

“Who was dat?” Linus asked, not fully secure with the situation yet.

“Alphees,” Skippy mispronounced again. “Vewy smart.”

“O’tay. You knows her?”

“Yes.” In a sense, anyway. The two ran off to enjoy the beach for the rest of the day. It wouldn’t be long now until the next phase of his plan came to fruition.




Linus couldn’t get to sleep that night. Something in his mind kept telling him that he missed something with the exchange between Skippy and whatever that thing’s name was. Why wouldn’t Skippy have told him everything? He shuffled around, setting his teddy bear above him on the bed. Skippy was fast asleep, worn out from his excitement of his project working. His sleeping face was so peaceful, a far cry from his usual face that always seemed troubled. “Skippy?” Linus whispered. Skippy didn’t respond. He tried again, this time waking him.

“Hmm?” Skippy’s eyes open slightly, his deep green eyes beautiful as they always were.

“I had a bad dweam.” Linus lied, but he didn’t know why. He was compelled to get attention from Skippy, thinking it might be the last. “Weawwy bad.”

Skippy closed his eyes, his breathing deepening. “How bad?”

The yearning for attention was consuming him. Linus didn’t know what he wanted, but it was something more than just snuggling. He scooched closer to Skippy’s face, only an inch between the two of them now. “I no wemember.” Whenever he was sad, Ms. Lipton would kiss him. Maybe that’s what he wanted? That would be weird if he asked for a kiss, though. Perhaps if he kissed him first, Skippy would give him one back? He placed a hand on Skippy’s head, his eyes glistening with his mental turmoil. Leaning forward, he kissed Skippy on the cheek.

Skippy’s eyes shot open. “Oh. I see.” Skippy returned the kiss but on the lips. Their soft lips touched as Skippy wormed his tongue into Linus’s mouth. He didn’t realize that Linus was that desperate for attention. Hell, if he wanted to start kicking things up a notch, he could probably find some rope in the basement, and they could get kinky. It wasn’t very often that a man of fine taste like him fell into this situation.

Linus let it happen. The bliss that seemed to come with Skippy kissing him in this weird way was what he needed, the empty feeling he had being filled with love. He didn’t know it was ok for two boys to do this. If it felt this nice, there was no way it wasn’t wrong, right? His penis was getting harder the longer they kissed. He reached for his dick and started stroking it the same way Skippy always did it. Now, he had direct stimulus from two sources, which sent him into overdrive. Linus moaned into Skippy’s, hoping he wasn’t being too loud. He didn’t care that Skippy had actually fallen asleep and he was doing all the work. Sucking on his tongue, taking in his juices, and stroking his cock. That was all him. It wasn’t long until he felt his body tingling again. The wave of tingles flooded him as cum gushed from his dick, staining the sheets. Linus pulled away from Skippy, passing out on the spot. At last, he could sleep.




Ms. Lipton knocked frantically on the door. “Skippy! Skippy!” She opened the door, not waiting for a response. Waking the two from a nap, Skippy rose, groggy. “Skippy, someone is here, and they want to adopt you!” His eyes shot open with a start. At last, the plan was coming to fruition. He leaped out of bed, clearing Linus easily. “Wow, you’re excited.” Ms. Lipton picked him up and hugged him. “We already handled the paperwork, too, so it’s a done deal.” She didn’t let go. “I’m so happy for you.” Skippy felt a tear fall onto his shoulder. Ms. Lipton was always emotional whenever one of her kids was taken, and he was no exception. “Let’s get you down there. Start packing your things.” She set him down and left, stifling her tears, shutting the door behind her.

Skippy had packed his bags after the trip, knowing this day would come. It was part of the plan, after all. He shook Linus awake before he dug it out from under the bed. “Linus, up up.”

Linus had been stirred by Ms. Lipton coming in, but now he was fully awake. “What’s going on?”

“Da pwan workded,” Skippy said as he pulled out his duffel bag from under the bed. “I can weave now.”

“Wha?” Linus was wide awake now and wrought with worry. He had been wrought with worry since the trip to the beach. They hadn’t been diving into the basement and searching for parts since then, and Skippy seemed awfully lazy. He knew something was about to happen, but he never expected this. “Wha ‘bout me?”

“No time.” Skippy tossed the few remaining things from the desk into the bag. “Gotta go.” Skippy dragged his bag out the door. Linus sat up and watched Skippy leave. What just happened? Was he being ditched? Linus stood up, hugging his bear, and cautiously walked to the door, peeking around the corner. A crowd of kids were standing by the door, happy for Skippy, even the ones that weren’t nice to him. Ms. Lipton insisted that every child was sent off with a smile and cheers. Linus knew he should join them, but he didn’t know if he had the heart to do so. His heart sank, knowing this would be the last time he would see his friend.

“Linus,” Ms. Lipton called from the crowd, towering above the other kids, “there you are. Come and say goodbye.”

There it was. The barbed arrow that shredded Linus’s heart. He slumped over to the crowd. The yellow creature from the beach was standing near the door with Skippy. Rather than naked like before, she wore a white lab coat and glasses. Everything else seemed to blur as he got closer. His world was cracking. He had known Skippy for so little time, but he had changed his life! He taught his stuff about science and technology, made his butthole feel amazing, and even kissed him on the lips, albeit when he was half asleep. It was like a part of him was about to be severed. The crowd parted, letting Linus see Skippy, who was already holding hands with the strange creature as if they had known each other for years. Why did this creature get special attention? This feeling he felt in his heart. What was it? Jealousy over the intimacy that he had worked to gain? Anger for Skippy just leaving him? No. It was love. He was happy that the plan worked. He was happy that Skippy was being adopted. But if only he knew that he was being backstabbed.
Ms. Lipton was saying something to him, but it only came across as mumbling. Ringing filled his ears. The dread of his only friend leaving and his once again being the oldest child at the orphanage was too much. Skippy fell to his knees, dropping his bear. Tears fell from his eyes like a waterfall. He sobbed like a baby, not caring at all what the others thought of his behavior. He didn’t want Skippy to leave him behind. Linus loved him! A love that went far beyond friendship and mutual respect. Linus wanted to have Skippy’s penis in his ass every day, taste his semen for every meal, and serve his every whim!

“Linus,” Ms. Lipton dove to the floor, hugging him. “It’s ok. It’s ok.” She embraced him tightly. “It’s a very big day. I know you’ll miss Skippy. We all will.” She pet his head over and over as he wailed, his face getting uglier and uglier by the second.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Linus’s mind was in turmoil, his thoughts bouncing around his head at the speed of light.

Skippy tried to ignore Linus and spoke to Alphys. “We has many pwans, Al-fees.”

“Indeed. I have found a base as well.” Alphys pulled out a smartphone. “On Flicky Island. Plenty of space for expansion and room for exploration. Isn’t that great?” She chuckled in a nerdy manner.

“Yes. Vewy nice.” Skippy turned to Linus, his sobbing interrupting his train of thought. “But…” he was having second thoughts. As nice as it would be to be alone with his genius and have Alphys take care of him, one thing would be missing. He could always hypnotize her to be his cock sleeve, maybe even train her to be an obedient fuck hole, but Linus didn’t need any training. Linus seemed to take to him naturally. He would be a fool to abandon him here. Just look at him, he thought, crying like a baby because I’m leaving. There was no way a tool would react like that. “Alfeeus,” Skippy turned to look at Linus, “you fink we have woom fow one mowa?”

“I believe I can arrange that.” Alphys stepped toward Ms. Lipton. “Excuse me, Ms. Lipton.” She turned to face the reptilian creature, barely taller than Linus. “Do you suppose I could adopt this child as well?”

Ms. Lipton nearly began crying. “Yes,” She sniffled, her eyes shining with tears. “You absolutely may.” She shook Linus. “Linus, honey.” Linus quieted down just enough to hear the good news. “Go pack your things.” He had heard that enough times to know what it meant. His tears began flowing again, but this time with an heir of joy. He was wrong; Skippy wasn’t leaving him behind! He ran back to his room and started packing his few belongings. “Let’s return to the office and complete the paperwork.” Ms Lipton was crying now. “Thank you, Dr. Alphys.”

“Skippy insisted,” Alphys said plainly. “And who am I to deny my child’s desires?” The two walked back to the office.




Linus didn’t let Skippy go the entire ride. He fell asleep with him in his arms, so happy to be with his bestest best friend in all of Mobius. Alphys flew their car through Metropolis proper and flew over the ocean. “We’re ready to warp, kiddos. Get ready.” Pressing a button on their flying car, it shot a ring through the air, which expanded, displaying an island with an enormous, snow-capped mountain and a volcano. All around it, a pristine forest sat with remnants of some technological civilization. The car flew through the ring with a chime, and it vanished. “This is Flicky Island. I discovered it while exploring our options. This Dr. Robotnik character left behind his work when Sonic defeated him. There will be plenty of material for us to work with. Not to mention, there are ample structures to repurpose.

“Excewent, Awphis,” Skippy smirked.

They landed in the Green Grove zone, the safest-looking area of the seven main areas of the Island. The checkerboard paths and clearings were offputting but seemed fitting for an island like this. Small birds, feral foxes, and other animals roamed around, unafraid of the three landing on the island. Alphys carried Linus to one of Robotnik’s bases, which he had abandoned. “We’ll explore the other areas later. But for now, we should settle in. We need to find you a workshop afterall, Skippy,” Alphys said as she laid him down on a luxurious-looking bed. Robotnik enjoyed his luxuries. Roughing it on an island inhabited by animals surely didn’t seem his style. At least he had left everything behind when Sonic chased him out. “You kids relax while I explore a bit.” She laid Linus down on the kind-sized, round bed, lifting Skippy onto it after.

Skippy pulled the sheets up and over the two of them as Alphys left. “You knows,” he said to Linus, who was still sleeping, “tells me when you wants a ting.” He curled into Linus’s back. His fur was so soft. His bear was still in the car, packed away in his bag, but he still slept. Skippy snuggled beneath the red sheets and swapped places. For once, he’d be the little spoon. As soon as he got in place, Linus latched onto him. He hasn’t had the chance to turn around yet. There the two were, facing each other in bed. An overwhelming urge took over Skippy, and he knew what it was, but it was so strange—all those years of having his way with kids and getting away with it, not making any emotional attachments. Then came Linus. Only a few weeks of fucking and using him, one sob fest, and now he was developing feelings? What kind of situation was this? He was the dom, not some emotional, wishy-washy sub! However, the feeling to cave-in was powerful. He leaned in and placed his lips against Linus’s. It somehow felt familiar. He wriggled his tongue inside, swirling their tongues together, struggling to work with Linus’s limp muscle.

Suddenly, Linus’s muscle started moving, coiling around his with vigor. Skippy looked up, finding Skippy’s eyes wide open. The two knew what was happening. They knew they both wanted this. Closing their eyes, they continued. Wrapping their arms around each other, they went to town like pornstars. What started as a beneficial friendship had bloomed into a passion at such a ripe, young age. They didn’t have to hold back their moans anymore, no longer having to be considerate of neighbors. The two moaned like ferals, slopping their juices around and wetting the sheets.

“Skippy,” Linus said, pulling away, “I wuv you.” He knew what it was now. It was love. He squirmed beneath the sheets, not waiting for an answer. Sure enough, Skippy’s dick was rock hard. That’s what he wanted. Linus latched his mouth onto it, licking and sucking as he always did, this time without being told or commanded to do so. Skippy reached for his head, sinking his paws into either side of Linus’s head, thrusting his hips in time with Linus’s sucking. He didn’t last long with all that effort put into it. Skippy shot his load into Linus’s mouth, thick and creamy, his entire body quivering. It was the best orgasm of his life. Was it possible that climax felt better when both parties felt the same way? All those years of forcing himself onto children and only enjoying himself, and he didn’t know this?

Linus sucked like a vacuum, drinking all of the fresh, sticky cum down his throat. It was his daily treat, and he was so happy not to lose it. Skippy slid underneath the sheets with Linus, going for round two on sucking face. “I wuv you, too,” he said before forcing his tongue into his mouth again. Linus’s mouth tasted different now. Obviously, it was because he just drank his cum. There was something about it that Skippy seemed to like.

Alphys came into the room, and the light from the hallway lit the darkness. She heard the sounds of lovemaking and saw the lump in the bed. She knew what was happening, her initial hypnosis had told her that this would be regular, but she hadn’t expected that Linus and Skippy were lovers at such a tender age. She set the bags that she had brought in from the car by the heavy steel door and slowly closed it. Best not to interrupt them.

“Show me yowa butt,” Skippy said in a sensual tone. Linus threw the sheets off them and presented, lifting his tail. Skippy dove in, licking his asshole and plunging his tongue as deep as it could go. His mouth was already dripping with saliva, making this task much easier. He savored the foul taste of Linus’s asshole, unwashed and dirty. Linus moaned like a little slut, voicing his approval, sinking deeper into his role as Skippy’s toy. Skippy reached around Linus’s bent leg and grasped his erect penis. Linus gasped as he started stroking. Double the stimulation! He grasped the sheets, shoving his face into the mattress, hoping to muffle his embarrassing moans. “Louduh,” Skippy said in a teasing tone. “Mowa moans.” With his free hand, he spanked Linus’s plush asscheek. Linus screamed and lifted his muzzle from the sheets, letting his moans roll from his mouth unmuted.

“Skippyyyyyyyy,” Linus moaned after what felt like an eternity. “Put your peepee in me.” Skippy pulled his tongue from his rear and chuckled. With another spank, he stood on the bed. His dick was ready, edging for the last few minutes. His drool dripped from Linus’s ass fur, staining the sheets. That wouldn’t be the only thing staining the sheets soon. Skippy grabbed Linus’s thighs and lined up his shot. He had been plowing him for so long that he could dive right in now, and that was exactly what he planned to do. “Come oooooooon.” Linus wiggled his butt, tempting Skippy to move faster. “I want it noOOOOOOO-” Skippy gave no warning as he shoved his dick into Linus’s backdoor. He began thrusting at full speed. The little bit of fat that Linus had shook at Skippy rocked his world for the umpteenth time. Skippy’s tails spun and spun as he plowed his favorite fucktoy, become lover. But as expected, he didn’t last long. Skippy’s cream shot into Linus’s asshole, stuffing him like a snack cake. They slumped over on the bed, Skippy’s dick sliding out of Linus’s asshole with a wet schlorp, exhausted from their exciting day.

“Hey, Winus.” Lunis turned his head. “Wemembuh when da news guy said Sonic was ‘gay’?” Linus nodded, too exhausted to reply properly. “Ifs dey are ‘gay’, dats what we are.”

“Oh,” Linus replied with exhausted shock. “Dats fine.” His head fell back to the bed. “Wuv you, Skippy.”

“Wuv you, Winus.”

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