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Nostalgia

Tails couldn't have been happier to feel the elevator tremble to a halt beneath his feet. The opaque metal gates dispatched aside to a dim, darkened lobby adorned with luxurious designs on the walls he could no longer make out. His weary, aching eyes then traced to the one clearly visible object: the exit door. Glass from top to bottom with the shy luminance of the city spilled across the floor, the gates to his freedom lay just fifty paces across the ornate floors, just north of the empty concierge desk. Skipping for the hell of it, his footsteps reverberated off the walls, his heart feeling fuller and proud within the vacant, dim lobby. A smile stretched across his face as the squeaks of his soles across the fresh, glossy floors would've made the janitor sigh in frustration. The giddy fox had just completed his third consecutive graveyard shift and completed every stack of overdue paperwork. Every Excel sheet was filled, and every coffee cup was emptied. Now, finally, came the easy part.

One triumphant shove against the bar handle from his skinny arms let the midnight kiss of air swish through his pumpkin fur, its delicate waves bringing twitches to his ears while it sifted through the spiky, white tufts on his cheeks. He took a deep breath, revived, chilled goosebumps forming under the desaturated blue sports coat fabric and tan khakis, and began to walk, trying to disconnect from his working stride.

But that's the kind of vibe that takes its goddamn time to fade away. Even now, he could still feel the pungent remnants of the blue screen residue on his eyeballs. This past week, Tails became all too familiar with his "Productivity Mode": that stoic, robotic pose of a man frozen in the typing position, eyes fixed and bloodshot upon a glowing screen, paralyzed from the wrists up as his fingers moved like machinery pistons on varying throttles. There were times where he felt like an imitation of the machine itself, but if it got the paper moving both directions, it's better to suck up and do it. If only it didn't take such a toll on his mental state.

Whatever, though; it was Friday, and a long time coming. Distant sounds of rolling tires waved in and out from beyond the rows upon rows of impressive, silvery skyscrapers that appeared to loom over the brightly lit street. There was no bus to catch this late at night, so he looked up at the sky, letting the speedy cirrus clouds over an otherwise colorless canvas mesmerize him. He inhaled through his nose, slowly, absorbing its tranquility.

But he remembered an earlier detail; no bus was on its way. The last one left to the parking garage at least twenty minutes ago. Though, it wasn't much of an issue, anyways. Walking in the springtime was why it was his favorite season. He shrugged to himself and began to stroll back home, swinging his brown briefcase lazily in his hand.

The cigarette ash colored sidewalks glowing under rows of amber street lights paved his quaint and breezy path back home. A smile slowly crept back across his face as he traced his eyes up and down the bricks, smudgy windows and cement linings of all the sleeping buildings he passed. Aside from a couple orange glows through the blinds of fourteenth floor apartments towering over his left, one to its side flashing rainbow colors, not much was going on.

Well, except for that one tight looking arcade and the occasional rickety old bars on one of the sides of the street, which flared their neon lights of fuschia and blue raspberry outlined around their display windows. The sounds of young, excited laughter inside made him smile. Something about the way they were lined up was drumming up an odd, forgotten memory of the past, but he was too tired to collect it. The only thing on his mind was the feeling of the cushion of his mattress against his slender body, unconscious and blissful.

Stepping pattern awkward, he pushed open the doors to his apartment and sauntered into the elevator, pushing the "9" key. He sighed and walked down the gold and brown striped hallway down to room 914. That same cooling mist from outside had set onto the key into his palm as he plunged it into the keyhole, twisting it until he heard the satisfying chunk. Once it silently swayed open, he instinctively drew his hand to the right to flick the light switch. Three steps in, and a brilliant light shined on the unkempt bed and slightly crummy dark green floor. Placid, he put his nose to the air to take in the sweet air of his home, but caught a whiff of something sour instead.

One eyebrow raised into a curve of confusion; cognac? He took another whiff. Nope, Jack Daniels. But he hadn't drank since last Tuesday. Then he looked down, diagonally to the left, and saw the blue, netted bag spilling out of the open closet, all stuffed with a plethora of socks, shirts, pants, work clothes and underwear. He cringed at the sight of it, as if making eye contact with the dirty bag somehow made it reek even worse.

Seeing this made him immediately remember how long it had been. Those clothes have been collecting dust - and probably mites - for the past week. And god, did it smell bad. Real bad, actually. How was he to sleep tonight with such a rancid stench? He slanted his lips and scratched his chin as he peered at it for a couple of seconds before he had made up his mind.

"Hope I've got enough quarters saved up," he grumbled aloud, hauling the bag over his shoulder with two hands, letting the door close itself behind him as he headed back towards the elevator.

When he got to the lobby, he instantly remembered the apartment's laundry room closed at ten P.M.. There was always the backup plan, but at this time of night, it was a risky one. But Tails, the drowsy, meagerly young fellow he was, he decided to walk out the front door and bring his clothes to the 24/7 laundromat just down the block.

The hiss of the wind drew past his ears and down his spine again, but nothing about his state made him feel foolish about himself. There was hardly even a reason to reassure himself he'd be robbed. He'd only be out for a few moments, anyways.

Approaching the location was a breeze, and hard to miss, too: it was the only luminant building on the entire street. Windowed up like a gym, its width was like an average corner store. Its decrepit sight was a bittersweet image. Newer household technology had killed all its usual income and forced it to become a safe haven for the all-nighters. But Tails had been going here ever since he was a kid, occasionally shooting the breeze with the manager or an old friend. Every time he went, he always managed to catch up with an old friend from high school, or maybe a college buddy from way back when. Every time they'd talk, he'd always fight for the right words to express himself. It fascinated him deeply. Somehow, someway, they'd all end up back here. In fact, he even knew the manager! Turns out, he never does night shifts; he trusted his few customers so well that he just leaves at midnight and keeps the lights on. Tails thanked him in his head as he approached the steps. The borders of infrastructure holding it up was a tarnished and discolored yellowish grey, clashing grossly with the banana colored walls. He didn't care, though. This was the place.

He simply pushed the door open to walk inside, the tiny bell above him tinging just as his foot touched the grimy yellow and brown checkerboard floor. Nobody was there. The room was brightly lit with obnoxious fluorescent lights above, which was shining down on the rows upon rows of sock white washers, all rusty and discolored in blue and brown, stretching out to the further wall. None were in use, so he strolled up to the closest available one and placed the huge bag down at his side. He had no problem taking advantage of the amount of washers, quickly sorting through his dirty laundry for the darks and the lights into two of them. In no time at all, his bag was like shedded snake skin. Satisfied, he closed them both and turned his attention to the knobs on the top.

And then suddenly, he realized something.

He looked down to his shoes for a moment, staring at them for a bit. He began to curl his toes around his black socks, feeling a bit uncomfortable with himself.

I guess my socks could use a wash, too, he thought.

It didn't take much conversation after that. He took them off his feet, then gently peeled them off his feet, re-opening the machine on the left horizontally and placing it in the "darks" pile. Once he did, though, he felt a strange sensation deep within him. He snapped his fingers in his own eyes; what was there to be nervous about? Whatever it was, it got him to check his own clothing again.

And there it was: an ugly, brown stain on his sports coat.

Rats,_he thought. How long had it even been there? It wasn't worth the time to ponder; he's seen it, and he can do something about it. Without thinking any further, he shore it off an arm at a time, deciding to bring his denim colored tie with it, and threw it in the washer on the right. He ruffled his shoulders a bit, his chest rising as he noticed the room's humid atmosphere. Now, for _sure, he was ready. He began to lift his finger back towards the "Heavy Load" knob....

Then, he stopped, and the rising came stronger. Was it anxiety?

Wait,_he thought to himself. _Am I sure?

Now, out of pure curiosity, he eyed down at his undershirt. Sure enough, another stain was right there towards his waistline. On top of that, he had sweat a bit from the walk. That eye he gave to it shimmied its way into a stare. Then, a gaze. Subtle tingles began to form on himself as the unexplained crackles of walls settling and natural outside hymns never sounded so alive. And when the random chill flashed through his body, it was already too late to look away.

The night was beginning to unravel. Its cryptic instructions invaded his feeble headspace: first, he was standing alone within an empty laundromat. Secondly, the walls were all windows leading out to the street, vacant as the lobby from earlier. A car passed by once, and that was it. The third step showed itself when he scanned the perimeter, noticing once again that nobody was here. You could hear a pin drop.

...He suddenly realized the fourth step.

Gulping, he started to rationalize the ideas in his head. Like instinct, he looked down at his remaining undershirt and blue khakis. They were his last pair of clothes besides a pair of pajamas at home. Sixteen long hours in these dull, rumpled garments, looking even filthier than before under the harsh lighting. More and more he thought about it, his eyebrows practically raised up to the top of his head, the silence deafening, becoming the norm, as if the whole town disappeared and all that existed was him in this one spot, space, and time. This was it. He had concluded it in his head:

This shouldn't be too bad...right?

It was like his body was moving on its own. His fingers began to unbutton his shirt one at a time, slowly exposing his thin chest to the open air of the laundromat. The orange unraveling transitioned down one by one, exposing his navel in the last; and by then, the shirt was off and into the washer. He took one last look around, feeling the humidity in its fullness on his bare torso. Then, he took the next step. Tails bent down to remove his dark pants, now feeling the moisturized, warm air on his legs. And just like that, those were in the washer, as well. Standing underwear-clad and shivering in the warmth, his heart was pulsing with the strangest excitement. He froze like a deer to check the outside, but by now, the rest was inevitable. He'd look ridiculous either way. Before he even knew it, he had bent over once again, thumbs around the nape of his white boxers. Deep breath....

And in one motion, they were on the floor, over both of his ankles, and into the pile of lights.

He stretched his arms in an A over his head and backbended, completely naked and far more comfortable. That's how it always was whenever he did this, and it only felt better with the heat. As he completed his stretch, he let out a satisfying huff, closing his eyes as he thought of somebody special, though he snapped them back open as he felt guilty about it. With that, he calmly closed both of the washers, turning the knobs to the "Heavy Load, Cold/Warm" settings, and pushed the button. Their inner workings roared to life as the machines clicked shut, sealing him away the rest of his clothes. The delinquent backed up a few steps and nodded, tracing his eyes across each corner of the wide room. No comments came to mind as he watched his clothes toss, turn and deluge, feeling himself relax. Amidst the bustling rumble of the two washing machines was nothing but peace. He took a deep breath, and just let it all go.

Standing there for minutes, hypnotized by the machine's work, he heard the wavelike rush of a car cruising past the window, headlights shining briefly in his peripherals, then fading. Tails turned his head to it, but saw no one at all.

And at exactly that moment, it hit him.

His tranquil grin dropped. Without thinking at all, he lunged himself back at the washer, baring his clenched teeth through a blushy face, digging his fingers in between the seams of the door! Try as he might, he couldn't possibly get a good enough grip. He tried the other washer...no good, either! Frantically, he pushed random buttons on the machine, hoping to hear the cycle pause, but it never came. There was nothing he could do but stand back and let his mouth hang open.

_ _ "Oh my god...." Tails murmured aloud. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I'm so stupid...."

Blood rushed through his head as he darted it towards the windows again. Just as before, there wasn't a peep. All of the dark buildings adjacent to him were closed. Nothing had changed, but for how long? He couldn't stop shaking his head. As if somebody was already in the room, he began to pace back and forth through the alleys of the washers. They stretched all the way to the back of the room, and he wasn't about to try to hide in one. It was hard for him to remember how many times his heart jumped as he looked back and forth between the clock and the nighttime's brutal mystery, praying for his clothes to be done. But he sighed and sulked in defeat, because he knew damn well it'd be at least an hour.

Lightheaded from the pressure, he looked down at the ground as he paced. He did that for some time, and once he lost count of how many laps he made, he checked the clock again. To his horror, it had only been three minutes. That image alone sent another tingle down his spine, and he began to dread the inevitable moment that someone would walk inside.

"Why didn't I just bring my phone?" he wondered worriedly aloud, bringing an open washing machine door over to his pelvis. If he did, he surely would've called somebody. Maybe a friend could've helped him out. No...that just made him feel twice as embarrassed. He could hardly even look at his genitals. What would his friends think if they saw his penis? He was only two inches long flaccid, and his balls were like two grapes. Exhausting himself, he leaned his back against one of the dormant structures and closed his eyes.

It's okay, he thought. Calm down. You were just really tired and caught up with yourself. Nobody's up at this hour. Okay?...Nobody...is up...at this-

thump...thump...thump...thump...

He jumped high in the air at the familiar jingle, whipping his hands as far over his penis and balls as he could. The footsteps were clear as day, and they were getting closer. Synapses in his head exploded in stress, the blush radiating through his white cheek fur. He whirled his head around one last time, but there was nowhere to hide!

thump...Thump...THUMP....

Ding, ding!

Horrifically, the door flew open, nearly the full one eighty degrees, and there stood a lady he knew that he recognized. Her brownish-tan fur and red, spiky hair gave it away. A tongue drew across her lips, and the tan fur that surrounded it. At first, he couldn't believe it. But when her shocked, almost appalled guise looked him up and down and turned to a bewildered smile, he knew for a fact it was real.

That was, for sure, his two year long girlfriend standing at the door, jumping at the sight of him.

"Tails?!" Fiona squealed appallingly, nearly dropping the latte from her hand. "What the fu-holy shit, why are you naked?!"

"Now, wait, babe! I-I can explain!" he quavered, blushing like a red flashlight.

But she wasn't listening to it one bit. Bent forward, her laughs echoed off the walls as her hand covered her squinted face, constantly repeating, "Why the fuck are you naked?" Tails wanted to respond, but the more she heard her bellow, the less he believed it was hostile. How could it be? She had seen him like this plenty of times. It didn't take him long to make him thankful it wasn't someone else, but that time was a while over Fiona's gasping for air.

"Babe, are you kidding me?" she whined entertainingly, a ridiculous grin as she wiped away the tears. "Put your fucking clothes back on!'

"I can't, honey," he assured her, sounding gruff. "They're, uh...in the wash. I'm...kind of an idiot."

"Oh, well, don't put it like that!" she consoled, tilting her head, finally finding her voice. "I know you're into this; I just didn't expect you to...oh my goooood, Tails...."

"I didn't either, trust me," he laughed, but was overshadowed by hers.

"Okay, but seriously," she wheezed after her laugh, wiping away a tear, "I have to know what's going on here. How did you lose all your clothes?"

"Uhhhh...," he paused, looking away as her drew the door to the empty washer in closer. "Well, I thought I'd take them all off for a quick wash, and...yeah, I'm not the most observant today."

"I could tell," she winked. "By the way, the washing machine door's see through."

Immediately, he looked down to see its concave glass window showing a direct lense to his small, dangling penis.

"Oh god!" he gasped playfully, throwing his hands downward, but this time, he laughed along with her. The whole ridiculousness had caught up to him in that moment, and he let himself find the humor in it -- though he was far too embarrassed to remove them. He let his head hang as he talked.

"So, yeah," Tails exacted with a sigh. "I guess I'm naked for about another hour."

"Sure are," Fiona teased, scanning him up and down. "But it'll be twice as long if you want to dry your clothes afterwards."

"Trust me, I'm fine with wet clothes," he insisted nonchalantly.

"You look better naked," Fiona smiled, raising his chin up to her eyes to tell him. Then, she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. But she wasn't done; her lips were then brought to his chin, then his neck, planting a slow lipstick hives down his chest. When she reached his belly, Tails put his right hand on her head.

"Maybe not now," he muttered.

But just then, Fiona yanked his left hand away, then bleated hilariously at his exposed genitals. Tails stumbled back and coughed on his own laughter.

"Gotcha!" she blared roughly, pointing at him as he covered back up. Her expression morphed from expressive to playful. When he stopped laughing, she was still staring at him, now half eyed and smirking.

"God, you're so cute when you're embarrassed..." she mumbled contemplatively. Suddenly, she looked back towards the windows. Then, back at him. "I wish I could see the look on your face if I took you outside."

Tails smirked back, equalizing hers. "Oooooh, dangerous."

She began to walk the opposite direction of him, slowly, like rusty cogs. Though, she wasn't about to leave. Instead, she suddenly bent over in front of one of the rumbling machines, picking up her boyfriends' stray pair of red sneakers. When she turned back towards him, she was holding them by the shoelaces in one hand.

"Quick question for no particular reason," she daintily asked. "How do you feel about wearing shoes without socks?"

"Terrible," he responded swiftly.

"What about no shoes?" she asked right afterwards, a twinkle in her eye as he shocked him with her next sentence. "I want to take you for a naked walk back to my place."

Tails' eyes bulged out in shock. "What?!"

"And if we make it back," she purred seductively, walking back towards him and dropping the shoes to put a finger to his lips, "I'll let you fuck my brains out."

Tails gulped hard. She always liked to make the decisions for him, but he had never been teased so hard in his life. His heart was palpitating to the sound of the thudding washers. This woman was turned on, and she meant business.

"Come on, Tails," she cooed him playfully. "Nobody's gonna care. Nudity's fine in the city! Remember the pride festivals! Yeah. What's one good lookin' dude and his badass girlfriend gonna do?"

"Yeah, but-" he started nervously.

"If you're good, we'll even take the car back," Fiona showed a dirty, lippy smile. "What's the risk?"

He scratched himself behind the head, scrunching his face while he hummed. It took a lot to hide how turned on he was for the sake of his argument.

"It can't be that bad, right?" she insisted vigorously. "We've been to, like, twenty nude beaches before. It shouldn't be that different."

But he stayed silent for a tad too long, as her delighted expression began to fade in front of him. In tandem with it, her mask began to fade.

"Well, I'm not gonna force you into anything...," she said, pulling away for a bit, then turning to look back towards the door. "I could just help you hide for a while."

That was when she brought her palm to her face, sighing gruffly. There was a strange moment of silence between the two as they exchanged nothing for a long time. Tails couldn't see her eyes, but knew they were full of regret. To an extent, he couldn't understand why. Though as their years of flirting had told, she had nothing to be ashamed of.

"Maybe that was a stupid thing to say...," she mumbled aloud before deciding to turn around. "Tails, I'm-"

But nobody was in Tails' place. Puzzle, she then felt something leave the ground beside her. By the time Fiona whirled back around, her foxy boyfriend had already picked up both shoes, smirked at her insistently, and promptly stuffed them in an empty washing machine, shutting the door as they tumbled inside. Now, her mouth was agape, feeling the sizzle of shock as she looked back at his growing nervous smile.

"N-no shoes is good for me!" he beamed radiantly.

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As the fickle door creaked to a resonant shut behind him, the one thing that whirled in his mind was, What the fuck am I doing? Like a part of him was still tethered to his place in the center of the laundromat, he looked back as he walked away, watching the building become smaller as he became more vulnerable. He shuddered to think of the consequences. It was only natural given the hiss of distant city stirring amidst the brisk, autumnal breeze encasing his naked body. Well, all except for his feet, which gently pressed the jagged ground as if they were soft pillows. The way his body was shivering would've implied it was a lot colder. Still, he felt bound to the lotioned hand latched tight around his, as the yellow glow of the laundromat was shrinking fast until it was nothing but just that in the distance.

"You all right?" Fiona asked tenderly.

"Uh...." Tails coyly responded. "A little cold...."

She smiled at him, far more lovingly than he expected. "Bet you're glad you aren't wearing any wet clothes, huh?"

"Y-yeah," Tails subtly nodded in acknowledgement, but it was just to cover up his overwhelming nerves. His pillowcase skin ran smooth against the eerie night air as he couldn't take his mind off of how right all the wrong parts felt. But those nerves would intensify as they walked between one pocket of light into the next, though this time it was of colorful neon rays and familiar, miniature suns stowed atop alighted, metal poles. Those of which now bathed the two of them as they traversed further into the city, projecting Tails like a spotlight while his heart gently skipped. But every door was closed, and there wasn't a reason in the world to assume he was up to no good. Fiona's eyes were half closed as she scanned him up and down, but his were wide open.

They had only passed by a candy shop, a bookstore - both of which, completely dark inside - and the threshold of some random, run down apartment door before his nerves began to speak in volumes. Already beginning to blush a darker shade of red, he impulsively threw his free hand out over his genitals, peering like a riled up hawk into the passing windows. Fiona noticed his shyness almost immediately, for there clearly was nothing to see.

"You okay, hun?" she asked him earnestly. "We can go back if you want.

"Hell no!" he shouted instantly after she finished her sentence. "I haven't felt like this in years."

"Years?" Her tone became more skeptical. "The last time we went to the nudist resort was three months ago."

"Um..." Tails shuddered. "Let's just keep going!

He expected the worst, but Fiona shrugged and turned to the path ahead of them instead. Good for Tails. Besides, he couldn't imagine how hard he'd crack if he told her about that one memory now....

Half shrugging, he eagerly followed her into the metro, still silent about his rising nerves. Orange thighs, orange lights above. White cheeks flushed with red, red stoplights change to green. Walk signals blare. Hands trembling in sudden fright. But still, there was nothing. As the walls further surrounded them, transitioning from closed to barely open, Tails began to feel twice as naked as before. The cityscape was dead for this time of night, but the risk was so inviting. And though the towering buildings seemed almost nailed together in an endless line, the whole landscape seemed to stretch out to the horizons as Tails truly evaluated how vulnerable he was. Depending on the angle, somebody could see him from a mile away. But in terms of publicity, it was nothing more than a few cars slowing down. Ultimately, it still remained clear that most of the town was asleep.

Fiona took him through the streets without hesitation, occasionally teasing him for his nudity, and his permanently blushing face. If she was feeling extra evil, she'd poke fun at his small penis, and how he could cover up his whole crotch with one hand. Tails thought he'd be filled with terror, but his humiliation was much stronger. With every corner they turned, he expected two things; one, an alleyway to run into, just for a breather, and two, a massive, inescapable crowd of people that unexpectedly stared back at him. But since he wasn't seeing either, his adrenaline was as high as his hyper awareness of his swirling world. Just to distract himself, he stared at his girlfriend's white coat, which boasted wonderful tufts of brown and black fuzz out the edges. The street lights reflected wonderfully off of its nylon surfacing, but to him, it was merely a place to put his eyes.

Then, something different shone in the natural wrinkles: a familiar blend of red and blue, both of neon, all saturated and diffused from the nape to its lower pocket. That's when he noticed the rest of the brightness around it. Startled, he averted his eyes up and to the right, where the source was coming from. The convenience store sign read, "OPEN" and the cashier behind the bright lit counter was fast asleep, legs propped up on the wide table. Without thinking, Tails started fast walking ahead, his free hand placed daintily over his shame as he grinned shakily back at the sleeping man. Fiona felt as though she was pulled in front as she sputtered quietly in laughter.

"Feeling a little embarrassed, there?" Fiona asked. It was as if her amused grin would never falter.

"Completely humiliated," Tails admitted back at her. "I can't believe I'm doing this!"

"I'm just as confused as you," she replied, shaking her head as her smile grew brighter. "I never thought my night would end like this."

"Oh, I'm not confused," he jabbered. "This is too much fun."

"Sounds like my little toy is getting confident."

"You could say that, huh."

"Am I not gonna see you blush at some point in this walk?"

"Naaaah. Not unless somebody sees us."

"Well, just in case, can I tell you somethin'?"

"What?"

"You've got a nice butt."

Right after she said that, she detached her hand from his embrace and clasped it around his right ass cheek, squeezing just enough to tease. He yelped in unexpectedness, and Fiona giggled as she watched her boyfriend become as bright red as he was when they started, meekly forming a grin as he shook his head from side to side.

"_There_it is," Fiona razzed him aggressively, taking his hand again. "Now, stay humiliated, small dick, or I'll yell."

He knew she was just kidding, but it felt so real. The nakedness of his being came back to his senses, and now, he couldn't wait to press it against hers.

They didn't talk for a good couple of blocks after that; just a few crass exchanges of lewd humor and friendly teasing, most of which coming from Fiona. The roads were still desolate, so she had begun to count the signs above the stores they passed to keep track of how far they had gone. The last number she said - forty-six - told Tails they had probably been walking for miles. But as the distant glow became resonant, it seems they were finally coming to a challenge.

He didn't know how far they were from her house, but he was sure of one thing: night owl territory was near. Their voices grew from a peep to a whisper to a distant disturbance the closer they walked. The next corner they turned on 49th street was one he recognized all too well, and there at the end of it lay the distinctive, pinkish glow of an open bar. The night was so quiet they could hear the clinks of their wine glasses and beer bottles from four shops over. Some of them were even lit from the inside, and that meant they had to be a lot more careful. His girlfriend turned her head to him and gave him the naive smile he expected he'd get to see. And so his whole body flared in embarrassment, but he knew that she was just as thrilled. They had barely ducked past three of them behind the parked cars and bits of shade before their risk finally tested.

There was a bang in the distance. The couple looked their surprised faces down the street and saw the bar door swung open. Fiona immediately pulled her boyfriend to the side, and behind a large, dark blue recycling bin on the corner. The space was small, but large enough to dodge the attention of the suited brown labrador that came stumbling out into the city like he was walking on stilts. But he wasn't, and he was howling like a true imbecile into the night sky:

"Shhheez, I'll catcshh you guys later!" the belligerent man yelled, knees wobbling as he walked down the sidewalk in the path they were originally walking down.

"Wow, what a guy," Fiona mumbled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Maybe I should stop him from driving home. You wait here."

She let go of Tails and tried to rise to her feet, but Tails caught her by the arm and pulled her back down.

"Hang on, hang on, relax," he whispered back. "That's just Frank. He works at the office, he's got a house a few blocks away."

"You're sure he isn't gonna drive?" she demanded.

"He's got a house a few blocks away," he repeated while shrugging. "Trust me, I knew the guy in college. He always gets this drunk."

"You did?" she reiterated, becoming ever more suspicious as she peered at the large man's sigil on the back of his coat. "I didn't know you made friends with a frat boy."

Tails choked back the words in mind.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that, he thought.

"Whatever, doesn't matter!" she suddenly croaked, two-arm hoisting him to his feet. "The coast is clear! Let's go!"

As much as he wanted to stop her, he couldn't deny she was right. Still, though, the risk was enormous. He knew damn well that everybody at that bar knew who he was, and they'd never let him live it down if they saw him. Tails couldn't help but bite his nails as they slowly approached the bar. Perhaps it was late enough to assume they'd be too drunk to remember, but that was never a guarantee.

Fiona looked back at him with that same, shiny-eyed look as they were no more than ten steps from passing it by.

"Ready?" she challenged him.

Suddenly, he forgot why he was so stressed.

The whole moment came and went in a flash. Her nylon jacket slipped and slid against itself as she picked up her pace, leading them both into a playful, yet hasty run past the bar. The sudden stride was intense, and Tails had to make the split second decision to remove his arm from his crotch, praying that his speed would be enough. Pupils dilating, body heating up, Fiona giggling by his side, they streaked right in front of the window, tremendously illuminated from the neon lights around him. Tails' teeth chattered as his eyes couldn't help but look inside. His penis waggled freely in the direct view of the crowd, where nearly all of them looked towards his position. His heart jumped, as he was sure he saw some kind of college reunion take place. What did that banner say? He wasn't sure, and a second later, it was over, leaving the random bouts of laughter through confusing hollering behind them, getting quieter as they ran further away.

They had barely left the block before they had to stop in a pocket of shade, laughing like maniacs. Tails, especially; bent over in a bow and wheezing, what he expected to be a pit in his chest faded into a cataract of excitement that shot through his veins like a river rapid. His bloodstream was of jitterbugs dancing hand in hand with the wet-eyed sucker who enabled him, hot with embarrassment as her grip loosened up with her laughter. As she fought dearly for oxygen, she knew he deserved a hug, and threw her arms around him.

But they couldn't stay there long. When they heard the rampant grooves of the bar become clearer, they had to make a run for it. A couple gasps escaped between them as they made a break down the street, but knew damn well they couldn't escape their gaze. Realizing this, still gasping for breath, now was surely the moment when Tails would moon his college friends. No words to say, nor any through his mind, he blushed hard as he heard them shout from afar; rhythmic, and lively:

"Drunkie Tails! Drunkie Tails!"

It was fainting as they turned the corner, facing the not-so stealthy way through the more populated part of town.

Oh shit, he thought, the chant still on his mind.

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It was memories in motion. That last hour out-thrilled every second of every year Tails could remember. The reckless, flustered nudist wasn't sure which story he'd want to tell first: the time Fiona dared him to knock on an apartment door and run, or when they were hiding behind a car, and she pushed him out on the sidewalk. Judging from how hard she laughed, she wouldn't have the same dilemma. The path of their joyous breathing became hoarse from the distance they ran, paying no mind to anybody who saw. All their elation had faded to wheezes of adrenaline-ridden exhaustion. Calves burning, they stopped for a breather beside the graffiti ridden walls, hands pressed on their bent knees as they stood and rested.

When they caught their breaths, Fiona innocently asked, "So, who was that frat guy?"

Her eyes were so curious. Tails shuddered. It was clear where this conversation would go. But he was whipped up with excitement, so he thought it'd be different. Tails inhaled deeply one more time, but he still felt the crippling uneasiness take his breath away.

"C'mon, babe," Fiona urged, playfully punching him in the shoulder. "Did 'Drunkie Tails' ever suck his dick? I won't judge."

"No, just..." Tails mumbled distantly in the wind, as he realized his silent time was up. "Let's keep going."

She nodded, and they walked silently down a path of gentle, blue starlight falloff. As Tails walked by, junk covered and mind chaotic, he distracted himself through rapid scans of the surrounding ambience. A dump truck, crane and bulldozer off to his right lay dormant in fields of tiny rocks. Beyond them, the backs of the worn down, rugged infrastructure, jagged with unfinished bricks and cement. The road itself, though, was finely paved and finished, probably so that the construction vehicles parked to the right would have no problem working over broken roads. There was nothing but misty looking light falling back into a hallway of darkness. Soon, it would lead to Fiona's house, but for now, it was just a path of mystery. A path obscured, yet both of them knew where it would end.

"So, I have a bit of a history with that guy," he admitted carefully. "We met on a whim in freshman year...."

"Mhmm," she nodded, interested.

"'Told me about this awesome fraternity, and how I've gotta join," he added, though the words came out like a hole in a water balloon. "So, uh, I did, but it was a weird idea, and I didn't quite fit in, and I just met some of the weirdest people..."

"Whoa, there. Slow down."

"Huh?"

"You joined a fraternity?"

"...Well, for a while."

"How come I never heard about this?"

Tails went silent.

"Well, c'mon, nude dude!" she pleaded lightly. "I wanna hear the full story! You wanna sit down?"

He nodded solemnly. There was a rusty old park bench nearby that they decided to take a seat at. Now, Tails felt like he could finally breathe.

"All right, okay," Tails droned impishly, rolling his eyes. "So...I used to drink a lot back then. Like...a lot."

"Perfectly respectable," she nodded.

"And I think I'd still be doing it if it weren't for one little incident...," he admitted, his voice trailing off quickly. "Something that happened at a party."

"Oh?" Fiona asked, sounding interested. "Well, if you want, we can wait until we-"

"No, it's okay," Tails interjected absolutely. "It's, uh...it makes no sense to be shy anymore."

Fiona paused, but still kept walking with him. The pause in his speech gave off an aura unbeknownst to her. There was a hint of admiration in the side eye she gave him, but most of that was washed out by the confusion in her raised eyebrows and slightly taut lips.

"Wait," she shook her head, "don't tell me you're trying to turn a naked walk home into something serious...."

"No, it's just...." Tails' voice trailed off again, and it annoyed him. He wasn't going to choke them back this time: "It's just that I need to explain why I agreed to do this in the first place."

She nodded, and that was the last cue he needed. He cleared his throat:

"It was the last one before finals week, where everyone just let loose their pent up energy to...y'know, get it out of their system," he started. "It was all hosted from the kinds of college students who couldn't give a damn about their work if they tried. You just know that it was gonna be nothing but trouble."

She nodded assuredly. So far, so good. "So, then what happened?"

"I went," he forced out, lowered his head. "It just felt like something I really needed in my life."

"Okay...," she followed along. "And...someone took your wallet?"

"Wait 'til you hear what happened, then," he anticipated his voice sounding lower than ever and pausing for just a second. "So, I got there, and it was about three times as crazy as I expected. The whole place smelled like alcohol, and everyone was just jumping up and down to some weird electronic song that I can't remember the name of-"

"Futuristic Bam Jam?" she joked.

"God,_don't remind me of that song," Tails begged while they both snickered. "So, it was a _really loud night. Of course, I got drunk. Real drunk. And-and-and eventually...e-everybody became so intoxicated that we just...flat out...had an orgy on floor."

She peered at him with an impressed smirk, snickering underneath it. "Not your average college party, huh?"

"I didn't ask for it, it just sorta happened!" he assured her jokingly. "That's not the kind of thing I can prepare for, but...what happened next is...."

He took a deep breath.

"I don't know what I did, but when I woke up, I was laying on the couch naked, and all my clothes were gone," he solemnly admitted. "Nobody was there, and there was trash all over the place. I looked at the clock, and somehow, I was passed out until three P.M.. I had a final in about an hour"

Tails didn't want to say anything else after that. He seemed like he was locked in thought. Fiona tilted her head.

"You couldn't call for help?" she asked softly.

"I-I tried, but no one was picking up," he responded quietly, shrugging. "And after about thirty minutes I realized there was no hope, so I just...kinda...went home. Naked."

They paused for a moment.

"Was the most humiliating day of my life," Tails whimpered.

She paused in bafflement, letting the emotion linger. "I'm so sorry."

They could feel the gravity between each other. Not a single word could be said. His eyes scanned the ground, but since he'd just see himself again, he tightly closed his eyes. But though they both expected tears, they never came. The past was a nightmare, but the present was just as ridiculous. It started with a couple confused huffs of restricted hilarity. Then he got a small giggle out of himself. That was when she realized what was happening, and her eyebrows perked up. She decided to break the silence in the oddest of ways:

"You know," Fiona mused comfortingly, "when you put it that way, this whole night's pretty ironic."

"Yeah, I got honked at...people laughed at me...it was just...bad. I'm over it," he droned aimlessly, shaking his head, "but that's kind of what started this whole thing here. I...kinda like being naked now. The years went by, and stuff started becoming more...anyway, I'm different n-."

"That's all you have to say," Fiona hushed, pulling him in for a hug, squeezing him tight. "You're really strong for getting through that. I'm proud of you."

Tails nodded slowly. Something deep within him was surprised that she hadn't mocked him. Maybe she would've pointed out what he just did. But she didn't, and that was enough to feel a little bit better. But when she pulled away, it still felt like there was a wall between their understandings.

"You know, we didn't have to do this if it made you uncomfortable," she finally pointed out.

"No, it's not like that," Tails affirmed, shyly shaking his head. "It's because when I think back to it, I just wish things were different."

That's when Fiona grabbed his chin by three fingers and rotated his head to her eyes.

"They are, Tails," she promised. "They are."

Then, Fiona lunged forward and kissed him deeply, throwing her arms around his body. Tails shivered in the satisfying chill of her big, puffy coat against his furry skin. If he was going to cry at this moment, it wouldn't have been from trauma; that wasn't quite how he felt these days. More from the fact she was fine with it all. To have that weight off his shoulders, and watch it fly like a white balloon into outer space, rising higher and higher until it looked like one of the stars above. He held the tears back for now, for his emotions were not strong enough to give way. The next powerful thing he felt just so happened to be his girlfriend's hand gently sliding down his chest, over his belly button, pelvis, and finally, grabbing a hold of his crotch. He gasped softly as she fondled it with her fingers, pulling away to glare her loving eyes to him.

"Maybe it was missing someone important," she cooed quietly. "Someone who cared enough to make it fun. Is that why you wanted this?"

Her fingers nudged and played with his scrotum, palm pressed firmly on his tip. A half sentimental smile curled on his right lip while his rapidly swelling penis seemed to give away his true feelings.

"Well," he proclaimed as he nodded once. "maybe that was part of it."

"I'll take that as a yes," Fiona mumbled satisfyingly. "Now, let's go home."

The excitement was building in him fast as they got up and walked again. The way Fiona turned his nightmare into a dream was exactly the kind of thing that made him so attracted to her. Anybody else, and he'd be scared straight, but with the feeling of the nipping autumn wind against his body combining with the foxy lady feeling his cock up and down made for nothing less than a priceless experience. He shivered with delight as she made use of all four of his inches. They strolled and jostled further into the umbral passage, fully erect and feeling like walking cotton all over. With every new block, they'd find another light that'd shine down another path, and he'd get a little harder each time. They followed these until they reached a neighborhood, finally safe from the city. This would only continue while they were both lost in their own bliss, walking without a care in the world, undisturbed by the extremely public surroundings they were in, Tails hushing his moans as he was touched, kissed, and loved.

Until, of course, they reached it.

There it was, behind a veil of shady trees: a one-story house off the corner of the street, its greyish-white walls and gravel colored wedged roof just barely visible to them through the trees. Tails smiled upon seeing it. He had been invited over to Fiona's before, but he had never seen it at this hour. It looked gorgeous under the moonlight. He would've gotten chills, but the friction on his rock hard erection was now becoming difficult to bear.

"Ah...Fiona," he groaned in pleasure. "I'm gonna cum!"

All he heard was a thud from his right to the front of him, the grip of her hand gone and replaced with a wet, decadent sensation, which he decoded the moment her lips pressed against the base of his tufty pubic hair. His dick was now fully embraced in her warmth, and she sucked him down hard, swiping fat licks of her tongue across his tip while he tried desperately to hold back the moans. He could feel himself tensing up, not impolite enough to buck his hips forward, but just enough to place his hand right on her head, now beginning to moan out his pleasure. Cheeks ablaze from sexual pleasure, he tensed like a rock and came in her mouth. In fifteen seconds, Tails sent pleasurable squeaks into the treetops, feeling their shared electricity as she sucked it down until he was shivering with her lips drawn tight across his tip.

Licking them, she stood back up again, her foxy heat radiating.

"You couldn't wait until we got inside?" she teased gleefully. "Hope you've got more in there. Take my hand."

"B-but I can't see it," he stammered hilariously.

"Exactly," she growled, lashing her hand back around Tails' cock, still swollen and overstimulated as she lead him across the driveway to her house.

The whole time, he could only imagine the smile possible on his face. A rocky path wasn't going to quell his sensitive, tingling penis, which was slowly beginning to harden again. His face glowed to an extent he hadn't even felt in the city, and as they approached the front door, his sense only raised higher.

She dragged it open and pulled Tails inside, shutting the door behind them. The moment she turned on the lights in the living room, she unzipped her jacket and tossed it to the carpeted ground, revealing her black, skull-and-crossbones shirt before lunging straight back at Tails to make out with him. Her energy was dazzling as he returned the favor, pressing himself further against hers, their foxy auras intoxication each other. They groaned into each other, ecstatic, a single drop of semen soaking into the fabric of her pants as he grinded it even further. Though as much as they wanted to suck face right on the first step indoors all night, they had both waited long enough.

They waddled themselves down the living room and past the hall, bumping into walls like pinball along the way, shuffling all the way to her bedroom door. Back to it, her hand was twisting the handle as Tails had followed her through, collapsing her onto her pink blanket as the door clacked against the wall to its right. The blinds were still closed, but when the starlight peeking through them wasn't enough, she managed to reach over to her lamp and turn it on, now revealing the totality of their emotions in full as they pulled away for just a moment. All the wrinkles from the long day had work had faded like he hadn't even known what a job was. But that was the only detail she caught before they pounded each other's lips together again.

He slithered his fingers into the seams of her clothes as he peeled them off one by one. First was the shirt, pulled away in a second's time. Then came her sweatpants until they wriggled off her ankles. Underwear clad, he searched his hands all across her body as she did with him, their kisses remaining passionate, though it was merely a tease. Primal and ardent for his sexual release, his fingers reached around and unhooked her bra while the other one reached between her moist thighs and pulled her panties down. And finally, he finally kicked his shoes down to the floor, following the whole rest of the way through as he incessantly kissed the rest of her.

Her perky breasts were still cold from the outside, nipples erect through his playful touch, fingers like twinkling magnets to her sex as they traveled down to her shapely belly as her own hands tried to keep up. He pulled away, biting her lip a bit as he did, a ticklish giggle escaping her breath as he half-smiled and lowered himself down to the blushing underpart between her bulging thighs. He could feel its passion on his face. Lost in the heat of the moment, his tongue stuck out to insert inside her, and was pleasantly surprised to find it was already wet. That's when he felt a hand latch to his scalp.

"Not tonight, babe," she beamed hushingly at him before turning once to the drawer of the nightstand, opening the drawer up, and pulling out a small, wrapped up condom. "I'm doing this for you."

No response was given as he rose back up to his feet. She grit her teeth on the object's wrapping, and Tails tore the rest of it from her, quickly attaching it to himself. He wasted no time afterwards, lurching himself forward to feel her tight warmth around him at last. His hips bucked on command of the instant pleasure. The next exhale came out as a moan as he started with slow strokes, hissing from how incredible it felt. His tip was still happily buzzing from the last time he came, and her naked, submissive glow was simply hypnotizing. To savor this moment was to indulge in its fullest, as he started to thrust deeper.

Her sclerae were two pearls of pure want as his hands found their way to her hips and locked on, feeling her tender obliques as he let himself in deeper, little by little, hearing her gasp in delight and intensity. That was exactly what he wanted: that high pitched squeal of submissiveness from an otherwise dominant slut. It reassured him this was exactly how she liked it. A passionate smile spread across his face as he placed his right hand at her crotch, rubbing his middle and ring finger over her sensitive vulva while her squeaks became drawn out and intimate. Moving as one like the ocean's tide, their satisfaction was as mutual as the glances they exchanged in the act.

She was beginning to submit. Her decadent flesh was becoming damp as she stretched out behind her, opening her legs even further apart. And like a bug to the zapper, he took the bait, transitioning into the hardest strokes he could give her. The sound of clapping flesh, cute moans and shifting fur quickly filled the room. Leaning his torso in like her moan was a fishing line, he planted his lips directly from its source, pushing nearly as hard as he was from down below. Desperate to show the full extent of his love, he nearly pushed the mattress off the other side kissing and fucking her to bits while her cavern was heating up alarmingly fast.

Moaning elatedly, her hands suddenly extended tightly to his back, digging her nails into his spine as she came with a fury. Just then, Tails felt a warm rush of fluid overtake his entire erection, which flowed outside the vagina and onto his scrotum whenever he slapped against her pelvis. Huffing in satisfaction, he was unable to describe the lust and joy that it filled him with, so he expressed it instead with his rod, pumping it in and out of her faster as he clung to the pleasure they gave each other since the first step he took outside.

Their sweat-drenched fur was burning to the touch. The intoxicating squeeze of her powerful legs cradling his hips told him to finish her off. There was not a single reason to pull out, and even if he wanted to, she had already wrapped her legs around him on either side, begging him to do what he was about to do.

Bathed in nothing but starlight and juices, the beauty of it all submerged and released in tandem with his climax. He had thrust the rest of himself all the way inside her, moaning loudly together and fully embraced the convection of their heated bodies. He could only manage five more semen-filled thrusts before his sensitivity could take it no longer. The breathing through his nostrils now exhaled fast out his mouth, groaning in ecstasy as he brought this night to a close.

They could do nothing but exhale in pleasure as Tails unloaded spurt after spurt into the condom. It was clear that it hadn't broke when he pulled out, and so he rolled over to the side of her and collapsed. For a moment's time, they lay there and caught their sweet breath, soaking in the aura of sex that would certainly linger in the room for the rest of the night.

The twilight across their naked bodies was pure and ever enticing. It was better than either of them had ever expected. When the dissonance of their gulps of air faded into unison, they looked back into each other's darkened eyes, as if to wordlessly exchange their true thoughts on how it was. There was no need for that now. Especially when Fiona suddenly propped herself up, torso easing towards the nightstand again as astral streaks teased the notches of her bare back to Tails.

Before he could ask, she had turned around with three more condoms in her hand staring Tails dead in the eye with amazement After that, she said just one last thing:

"Hope you're ready," she breathed, sounding amazed, "because I'm not going to bed."

Needless to say, they weren't going to stay conscious through the whole night.

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When the orange rays of morning surging through the cracks in the blinds, it failed to awaken either lover from their slumber. It had been a long night filled with rough sex, reckless behavior and at least three positions they had never tried before. And it wasn't until eleven P.M. before Tails opened up his groggy eyes, his head the mass of an anvil. His entire pelvis, along with several other body parts, were all hilariously sore. But the satisfying feeling of his girlfriend's arm around him made him not care. He rubbed his eyelids and looked around the bed, staring at all the filled condoms that lay tied up over the rancid, wrinkled sheets and blankets. His nostrils warped. The smell wasn't as nice as the memory. Still, he was in a state of awe of how it wasn't all a dream.

She must have sensed his excitement, too, as Fiona had woken up. She smiled the moment she looked at him.

"How're you doing, babe?" Tails asked groggily.

Nuzzling her face against his fuzzy shoulder blade, she whispered, "You already know."

The afterglow was still alive and well, and so they let it fade all the way into the sunrise. It could've been minutes, it could've been hours. Tails didn't know. All he could do was sink. Melt into his girl by his side, and the softness of the mattress.

But when he did, it came as a shock.

"Wait a minute," he mumbled introspectively, his eyes fully bursting open. "Wait a minute! My clothes are still in the laundry!"

But it didn't shake her.

"All of them?" she asked, a finger on his white chest tuft.

"Yeah!" he responded panickingly. "All except for a couple pajamas at home...."

Fiona mumbled a laugh under her breath as she let that finger trace in figure 8's on his belly. She wasn't even holding eye contact.

"I guess they are, huh?" she drawled, sighing deeply. "What do you know...."

She exhaled another chuckle before slipping off the bed. As she strolled out the bedroom door, he watched her hips swivel while her round ass jiggled freely. Curiously, he followed her out, zombie walking down the hallways, its shade darkening his damp fur. Then it lit back up as he found her standing in the living room, all her attention to the front door. As if on cue, once he took a step in her direction, her head turned towards him.

"Wanna go get em?" she offered sarcastically. "I'll get dressed."

"Sure thing," he nodded, then grinned and walked towards her.

"No, no, no," she snickered, close-eyed and shaking her head, palms out, "I'm just kidding, I'm not gonna make you walk around naked in broad daylight. That's crazy."

Tails innocently asked, "Why not?"

That one simple two word question was all it took to completely break Fiona. Her lips were slightly parted as she stared ahead like a ghost walked straight through her boyfriend. Now, she was beginning to feel the nerves.

"Tails...babe...you can't be serious," she queried unconvincingly. "I-in broad daylight?"

He gave him a full shrug, pursing her lips. "I don't think we can deny that at least a few cameras caught us."

Fiona tilted her head. "So?"

"So," Tails droned, "do you see any police officers by your door?"

The way he talked about it was so casual, it drove her crazy. Where was the humble fox she knew from last night? Wasn't he supposed to be shy about this? Had something possessed him? But the sincerity in his gaze was a sign of the same exact man.

"Look, you were amazing last night - hands down, best sex of my life," Fiona started slowly, "But I'm definitely not wrong when I say that the cons outweigh the pros."

He smiled meekly, shrugging as his eyes twinkled. "Why waste time counting them out?"

There wasn't even a breeze outside to distract her from the question. Though he couldn't show it, the tempest that swirled in his chest reminded him of the nature of this plan. It was insane. Completely naive. He knew she was perfectly right: the cons had outweighed the pros. What rational thing was there to do but stick to them?

Fortunately, as she nodded and offered her hand, rationality wasn't this couple's strong suit.

"Girl," he crooned not as deeply as he had hoped while he took her hand, "the things you make me want to do...."

She opened the door and muffled a giggle, impressed at his sudden change of attitude.

"You're completely insane, you know that?" she cooed at him seductively, drawing a finger across his chin, "That's why I love you. We might have to do this more often!"

When the door closed and locked behind them, neither of them looked back.