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Tails steps into Club Rouge, dressed up in a sharp black suit as was ordered. The patrons turn their heads as he walks through the main dance floor and over towards the VIP stairs. He cannot hear them over the thumping of the music that rings the bass's timber through his being. The way they look at him makes him wonder just how much his secret arrangement with Rouge was still a secret.

It's been a few months since Rouge had signed a contract with the fox--to show him how to be a "real" man. Just because he's eighteen, it doesn't mean he knows what it means to be in the adult realm and what Rouge has shown him has him realizing there was so much he still needed to learn.

The bouncer let him through, stepping aside without question. He then ascends to the VIP balcony, which includes seating that overlooks the rest of the club, and a private bar for the famous persons. At one of the tables, Rouge sits, chatting it up with a couple of girls. When Tails approaches them, Rouge, dressed in a sharp red dress, shoos the girls away.

"Don't have too much fun, now, alright?" she teases, taking a sip of crimson fluid from her glass. The women stand up, and they both show the distinctive bumps of motherhood. Tails keeps his eyes on them as they walk away, and Rouge snickers, crossing one leg over the other.

"So, you've gained an appreciation for expectant mothers, have you, Miles?"

Tails's eyes snap back to the bat. "I was just wondering if..."

Rouge places her finger upon her lip and then pats the space next to her. "Join me, won't you, Miles?"

Tails does as he's told. It's part of the contract, after all. Rouge leans in, her mouth breathing hot breath upon his twitching ear.

"Remember, Miles, you're letting me handle all of those little details. A true male sows his seed whenever and wherever, and lets society take care of the rest. Isn't that right?"

"It... doesn't feel right," Tails admits, his hands upon his knees, looking down at the table.

"But, it feels fun, doesn't it? And they're so happy, the ones you've granted the gift to."

"I... I guess it does," Tails admits, squeezing his pant legs. "I just... I never really thought about it until now. It wasn't true until now."

She swirls her gloved finger over his messy fur. "Miles, Miles, you'll need to know the value of casual and wanton encounters, before you can be ready to take on something far more serious. Any man can be a father, but not everyone can be a real man."

"So... what's next?" Tails asks. "This is so different from our other lessons."

"Is it?" Rouge asks. She slides from the chair and stands up, "come on, we're graduating from blindfolds and anonymity."

"You mean... I'll see the next girl I, uh... breed...?" His voice raises barely above the beat of the music.

Rouge stands by a door, her crimson lips in that constant quirk. "Oh, you're so cute. No, we're trying something different now, and you're going to enjoy this."

She knocks on the door a couple times, and a slot opens up on the other side. Blue eyes look out from within, and they widen.

"We're ready. Are you two ready?"

"T... two?" Tails gulps. "Rouge, Y... you want me to be in a... a threesome?"

"How precious. A real man would jump at the opportunity. Can you satisfy two people at once, I wonder?" she asks, opening the door and offering Tails the first step inside.

Tails steps through to the private room. It has a large couch that hugs the chamber's circular wall, a coffee table sitting in front of it, with chilled drinks in an ice bucket. It's intimate, small, and becomes even more so when Rouge closes the door. The sound-proofing is superb, with only the gentle thump of bass to show that there was anything beyond this small room. Tails is transfixed. His attention is not on the parlor or on the bat, who sits on one end of the curved couch. Instead, it is on the two on the other side.

The first is a rabbit in a purple strapless dress, her breasts hardly holding up the cloth. A long slit goes up to her hip, showing off her thigh, particularly when fur met metal.

Next to her is a coyote with orange fur, delicately maintained hair, and a suit fancier and more expensive than what Tails was wearing. The two, about Rouge's age, look to the fox, and they smile as they sit there, hand in robotic hand, taking their own drinks.

"Bonsoir, Tails," the coyote says.

"Howdy, Tails," The rabbit says.

"A... Antoine... B... Bunnie?"

Rouge finishes off her drink, switching her leg, bouncing her leg over the other, and saying. "I told you its time for something casual, and what's more so than a lovely evening with a couple old friends...?

"Lovely..." Tails runs his hand through his once-slicked hair, knocking his wayward locks back into their place. Rouge, Antoine and Bunnie are like family to me!"

The couple glance at each other, smirks spreading on their faces. Bunnie crosses one leg over the other and says, "Sugah, it's been so long since we seen yah, it's almost like yer a totally different person. Well, until you get all cute an' flustered."

"Oui," Antoine agrees, crossing his hands over his chest. "Plus, Rouge has explained to us all about the escapades you have been doing. Quite irresponsible, yet I can understand the need to sow one's seeds. Alas, as a married man, I do not have much the opportunity to do so."

Bunnie giggles, resting her cheek in the palm of her metallic hand. "Oh, Sugah-Twan, no need to be so formal with him. After all we got planned for tonight."

"Ah, yes," Antoine says, snorting. "But this is a lesson in manhood, yes? There is more to it than sticking his dick everywhere, non?"