Miles "Tails" Prower. The sidekick to Sonic the Hedgehog, the Oates to Sonic's Hall, the Spiro Agnew to Sonic's Richard Nixon. Whatever you called him, he was Sonic's best friend. Without Tails, Sonic wouldn't be able to help others as much, and without Sonic, Tails couldn't do the same. Tails would usually walk, but sometimes if he didn't feel like walking, or wanted to fly, he would use his twin tails as propellers (similar to those of a helicopter, if you haven't lived under a rock for the past 50 years). In his homeland, the other natives would joke about him and even bully him because of his mutation (which turned out to be relatively useful).

"You're a freak! Imagine how embarrassed your family must have been to have had you, Miles!" the other kids would call out to him. Tails had been a recluse before he became Sonic's best friend. He was so scared of the others he'd had to make a new life for himself.

Tails had moved to the city (well, it wasn't a relatively large city, if anything, it was a town and was only called a city because of it historically being the capital of a long-dead state that stopped existing before Tails was born) to see Sonic more often. Because Tails couldn't walk on water, he'd had to fly there. Guess what with? His tails. Which is, as I'm sure you'll know by now, the reason Miles Prower is usually called Tails. After moving, Tails would develop a routine of either walking around a defined circuit or flying around it every morning.

Tails was on his morning walk (or rather, a fly-by, as Tails had chosen instead to fly around his circuit that day) when he decided to divert his route into a manky alleyway. And this manky alleyway is where he would find a box. The box would be a box that changed his life. So, Tails landed and picked up this box.

"What is this box carrying? It's so heavy..." Tails moaned, but his interest was so piqued by this seemingly random box that he thought he'd had to take a look about it. "I'll open it when I get back home." Tails thought. So, Tails continued on his fly-by around the city and returned home. "This box is hard to open..." Tails moaned again, as he desperately tried to open the box. "Hey, why has this box got holes in it?" Tails asked, but this seemed to be more of a rhetorical question, as only Tails was in the house that fateful day.

After hours of attempting to open it, Tails had a seemingly ingenious idea. "I'll rip the cardboard between these holes, and I'll get it open!" Tails declared. So Tails did. And he'd finally managed to get it open, only to discover...

"It's... little kids! What devilish monster would deliberately leave their kids in this box?" Tails questioned. About 6 little fox cubs were inside the box that Tails had attempted to open, half of them having fur just like Tails, while the other half had red fur. "They must be thirsty and starving!" Tails had no baby milk, so he decided regular water would cut it. The cubs drank the water in record time, just like you would probably do if you'd had no water for days. Tails lifted one of them out, when he realized...

"And they're my kids! Nobody else I know has two tails, just me!" The cubs all had two tails, just like Tails himself. And that was the point when Tails realized he'd at some point reproduced. "Hold on, they're my kids, and I'm still young!" Tails cried. The best thing, Tails thought, would be to call Sonic. Sonic probably knew what to do, so Tails took out his Miles Electric and called Sonic.

"Uhm... what's up, Tails?" Sonic greeted/asked. Sonic the Hedgehog was always this kind of laid-back relaxed guy, yet he could be a little snarky at times. The only thing anyone knew about Sonic's personal life outside of him being the guy who fought off Eggman every once in a while was that his real name was Maurice. Outside of that, nobody knew anything else except Sonic himself. And Sonic kept schtum about other parts of his personal life.

"Well, you can pretty much hear what is happening, but take a look." Tails answered.

"Right, so who's the mom?" Sonic inquired.

"I don't know, Sonic! I don't even remember doing any suggestive stuff with anyone, why would I remember who the mother of the kids I just discovered is?" Tails pleaded. "The only thing I know about these kids is that they're mine, OK? They all have two tails, just like me. How many foxes do you know in this place that have two tails, Sonic?"

"Uhm... you're the only one, I guess. So, they're yours?"

"Yes, they're mine, Sonic! Just get here already." Tails was getting impatient. He'd only just began thinking of names to call them, and had settled on calling one of them Tails Jr. (or legally, Miles Prower Jr.), because the little one (who happened to be a male) looked exactly like him. He had the yellow fur, the little hairs over some of his forehead, the two tails, the whole shebang.

Sonic, being the fastest thing alive (although Ivo Eggman would beg to differ, seeing as he'd ran away from Sonic a million times), would manage to get there from wherever he was at that point.

"Well?" Tails simply asked.

"I don't know about adopting these... Even though they're your own kids-" Sonic was beginning to ramble, before Tails interrupted him.

"I guess we need several cribs, milk, those little white thingies I see babies wear-"

"Tails, they're called diapers. You're probably the smartest person in the world, yet you don't know what diapers are called?"

"Anyway, we need diapers, eventually baby food, we need a baby gate-"

"If your ability to fly is any indication, they'd easily bypass the baby gate, Tails. And is this really a good idea?"

"It'll be worth it. Even though I've probably had selective amnesia regarding who I got these little ones from, I still know they're mine. Because, as I said over the phone, how many foxes do you know with two tails?"

"Fine, fine, fine. We'll just have to figure out how to raise them."

First chapter! I will probably do another one, but this depends on if I manage to have enough idea fuel to run on.