Chapter 1 – The Vixen at the Bath House

AN: Again if you haven't read the prologue or the introduction in the previous chapter, Give thanks to Chi-cop1, 10barretts and Swift the Cat for bringing the story back to life once again. These guys helped out a lot and for that, I-we thanked them for that.

AN: The story is still not complete due to the other chapters are not yet available but soon it will.

The plains were fairly quiet that evening. The faint sound of crickets clamoring on and on with their incessant chirping, could only be matched by an equally faint murmur of voices from within a small house hidden on the hillside. Not a creature was stirring, not even a- CRASH! Well, so much for the serene ambiance. The awkward silence was followed by elevated voices and the smashing of ceramic tableware. The conversation which transpired inside the house was now loud enough to hear.

"I can't frickin' believe you!"

"Baby, it was a one-time thing! I didn't see her again after that and you know it!"

"Only because I had you on such a tight leash! But apparently it wasn't tight enough you fuckin' ass!"

"Look who's talkin'! I'm not the one that likes to take it up the ass!"

There was silence… WHAM! The front door finally opened and a red fox stormed out of the house, dressed in a white bathrobe with her hair still damp. She growled under her breath, reciting idioms that were not profane enough to describe just how furious she was with her boyfriend. Lousy, stupid, narcissistic son of a bitch! She turned back to the house and screamed, "You can just go fuck yourself, Scourge! And your batgirl bitch too!" She hoped over the door into the hovercraft convertible that was parked a few paces away. Her rage blinded her to the exact location of the ignition button, but once she found it she blasted off into the plains at 60 mph.

Get a hold of yourself Fiona, you don't want to crash this thing. Fiona Fox snarled at herself in the rearview mirror, frustrated to find that she had not even dried her hair after coming out of the shower. Not that she had the time to do anything with that green hedgehog putting his lecherous hands all over her. All of those delicate movements that he made with his hands, and the way his muzzle nipped at the back of her neck, surely he had not learned how to be such an excellent lover without having some practice first. But would it have killed him to keep that kind of information to himself? No, he snaked his tongue into her ear and spoke gingerly with a tone that showed no humility or remorse.

"I learned all this from fucking Rouge."

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Scourge soon learned this valuable lesson the hard way, initially taking a backhand to the face after he had made his disturbing comment. He knew that he had accidentally made her angry, so he tried to take back what he said, but she responded by throwing dishes at him. Fiona had been in a serious relationship with him for two years, but it was not the first time that she had been clued in to Scourge's possible infidelity. As long as he always dedicated himself to her first, she could care less if he stared at every tight ass that came his way, but intercourse was a whole other matter entirely. She had hoped that she was his first, and the fact that she was not just set her off.

As if that was not enough, Scourge also revealed a little bit of information about Fiona that she thought she had kept hidden pretty well: he was very aware of the affair she had had with Shadow before she started going out with him. The fact that she had kept this under wraps was enough to counter her argument with his own, and the ensuing maelstrom ended with a straight knee to the crotch that left Scourge whimpering like a castrated dog.

"I'd like to see his balls come back after a hit like that." Fiona shook her hair out of her eyes, letting the wind dry her hair as she drove along. The downside to having an all out brawl with her boyfriend was that now she had no place to stay. After returning from Anti-Mobius, everyone had decided to split up in order to set up separate recon stations all over the continent. They communicated with each other via Skype, but she did not bring any equipment with her whatsoever, save for the robe she was wearing. Frickin' hell. Out in the wilderness without any clothes, this is perfect!

She had detoured into the Great Forest, so she knew it would not be long before some surveillance gadget would transmit her location to New Mobotropolis, and then whoop-tee-do an unwanted reunion with the Freedom Fighters. She hovered to a stop at what she knew to be the edge of the cities' forest perimeter. She got out of the hovercraft and walked slowly towards the edge of the barrier knowing that if she crossed it, she would be arrested, interrogated and imprisoned for crimes against Kingdom Acorn. The only way she could avoid such a tragic scenario was by appealing to Sonic and hoping that he could give her sanctuary. Fat chance of that happening after all the trouble she had caused him. Running out on Sonic's evil twin to hide out with an equally pissed off Sonic was not much of a difference maker. What she needed was a homestead or an old hideout that was outside of the barrier.

"What am I gonna do? I… I can't just stand here. It's cold… and dark… dammit…" She shivered as the environment began to take hold of her senses. She hated to be in the dark. She hated to be alone. It was like being in prison again; to feel desperate, vulnerable, afraid, unsure if the night would be her last. She looked around and tried to find a notch in a tree to hide in or something. She could not even use the car because Scourge had taken the top off, This'll make it more badass! he had said. "You fucking ass…"

She then caught something from the corner of her eye. A flare? A rifle laser? There it was again, something that looked like a distant lamplight. She walked off the trail a bit and searched over the bushes and past the trees. Now she was sure of what she had seen, a bright light coming from a cottage hidden on the mountainside. She could probably drive two-thirds of the way, but once she hit the mountain trial, she would have to climb it herself. In the end, it would all be worth it!

She could find a set of clothes, curl up next to a warm fire, and figure out what to do about Scourge, all in one night. It sure beat sleeping on the cold hard ground; despite being a fox, she was very partial to the vital necessities such as light, warmth and a hairdryer for her frizzy hair.

What Fiona was not aware of was that the cottage on that mountainside was actually a bathhouse, owned and operated for the private use of a certain two tailed fox. On one of his many adventures out into the Great Forest, Tails had stumbled onto a mineral spring that was adjacent to a nearby waterfall. Finding the location too exquisite to pass up, he amassed most of his earnings and bought the piece of land so he could build himself a summer home away from home. When his friends asked him what he wanted to do with 5 acres of land, he simply stated that it was an ideal spot for him to run tests for his new inventions without the possibility of hurting anyone in the immediate vicinity. Located on the mountainside deep within the boundaries of the Great Forest and just outside of New Mobotropolis's barrier, Tails's private bathhouse was the perfect place for him to spend some time away from all the madness of the world.

The fox's feet tapped lightly as he paraded through the corridors singing to the music from his MP3, "And so you're back, from outer space! I just walked up in here to find that sad look on your face. I should've changed that stupid lock, I should have thrown away the key, if I knew for just one second you'd be back to bother me! Hey hey! Ha ha ha!" He danced and spun around like he had not a care in the world. Part of what made his so cheerful was that he had just finished paying the last installment on the land he had purchased, so he now officially owned his own private estate. The better part of his attitude was supplied by the innocence of his carefree heart. He had always made it a point to help others and to fight for justice, but he had rarely done anything for himself, so this was a big step for him.

"Ah! Can you believe this? I've got the place all to myself. No one's gonna stop me from having my fun. My blueprints are back at the shop, so I've got no work to do. Sonic is busy serenading Sally, and Knuckles is perched on Angel Island watching the Master Emerald. What if they could see me now? Thirteen and I own my own chunk of land, and a bathhouse. Take that Department of Housing and Urban Development!" As unusual as it was to speak out loud, it at least confirmed that Tails knew he was free to say whatever he wanted. No doubt that he had come to notice the awkward silence that would follow a short statement on his part, so why not carry on a full conversation? After all, what is said at the bathhouse, stays at the bathhouse.

Tails dipped his toe in the water, marveling at how warm it was. He removed his towel and stepped into the bath one foot at a time, until he had sunk down to his neck, "Aaaaahhhh, yeeeaaahhh." He let his body sit under water for a few moments, letting the heat conquer him and allowing his muscles to relax. His mind wondered about a few things that had been bothering him lately.

According to Sonic, his body was due to make some major leaps and bounds as he started entering adolescence, that is, reaching the ages of fourteen and above. He was soon going to be the same age a lot of his friends were when he was just starting off as a junior Freedom Fighter. Too bad that he could not skip a few years so he could be as mature as everyone else.

After the accomplishments that he had done over the last few years, he was no longer treated like a child, but he could still sense that barrier between himself and those older than him. He had yet to find someone his own age whom he could hang out with. Sure Sonic was the best friend he could ever have, but going out on missions was a lot more complicated than he wanted his life to be. He would rather have someone who would play dirt hockey with him, or invent things with him. Most of all he wanted companionship, and that was not something he could easily acquire on such short notice.

To make things more complicated, his voice was changing too. He felt like a total stranger when he heard himself speak; the innocence in his voice was fading away, making way for a slightly (just barely) lower tone that would hopefully be able to demand more authority in the future. Then there was something else… his nose had begun to detect something in the air. An unfamiliar aroma that he had never noticed before; it called out to him and yet he could not pin down where it was coming from. His nose twitched from just thinking about it. Sonic and Sally had described it to him as pheromones, a scent given off by the animal species when in search of a mate. Finding a playmate was hard enough, he was nowhere near ready to start looking for a "love-mate".

The fox was, by all means, not unfamiliar with the concepts of relationships and love, having watched the rise of falls of Sonic's relationship with Sally. He had even had his share of crushes even without the help of pheromones. There's Sally… he had immediately dismissed any romantic feelings for her though, considering that she was basically family to him. Bunnie… more family than suitable girlfriend material, besides she was in love with Antoine. Barby Koala… she had been very sweet to him after he helped her fight Crocobot on several occasions, but she lived on a completely different continent, and Tails was not exactly ready to leave New Mobotropolis just yet. Blaze…

Tails felt a little lightheaded after putting so much thought into imagining the young women in his head. He imagined Blaze again, but he could not put any thoughts together. All he saw was a feline with a caring look on her face. Narrow shoulders, her chest…

"…Blaze…" Tails turned over and held onto the ledge, his mind providing him with a vocabulary that he did not know existed within him, "with her rounded shoulders… her soft breasts… her cute butt… oohh…"

His vision turned fuzzy, yet he could still see his female role models as if they were standing before him. "Barby… her black ears… like darn targets… I could touch them all day… I'd touch her…aah…"

His shoulder began to shake as he struggled to hold himself up, "Bunny… her southern accent… I want to hear her… what she sounds like when I stick her… Ooh man! Aahn…"

He felt so disgusting, thinking about doing such vulgar things to the women who had shaped his life. He would never hurt them or provoke his animalistic behavior upon them. He just liked thinking about it. "Oh Sally… Aunt Sally… scream my name… Arh…"

His solo was coming to an end, but before he let the waters take him, he finally remembered the most beautiful vixen of them all, "Fiona! Aaooo!" He howled into the silent night, letting his stress burn out through him, his eyes rolling slightly and his neck twitching uncontrollably as he relieved himself completely. After listening to his howl echoing though the halls, he panted quietly until he felt stable enough to stand on his own. Should he have felt guilty for what he had just done? Pawing to the women whom he had developed such a high deal of respect for? Was there any harm in it? It was not as if he was going to act on any these urges, so what was the harm in romanticizing about them?

Tails sighed and stepped out of the pool, disregarding the need for a towel since he knew that his member was not going to relax for a good thirty minutes. He had read that the normal relax time for something like this was usually about five minutes or so, not to mention that the length was usually a little bit shorter than what Tails had measured. He just hoped that his abnormal size was not something to fret about, though he still hoped that he could keep it on the down low until he figured out if he was normal or not. After all, a fox with two tails… was it fair for him to be well endowed too? Hopefully he could have this settled without having to ask Sonic about it.

"Well, I guess I'll go hit the hay." He said, while placing his hands behind his head.

"Excuse me, is anyone living in here?"

"Huh?" Tails froze as he stepped out into the main hallway.

As if the fates had turned the world upside down, Tails watched in shock as the front door swung open, and in stepped Fiona Fox straight out of one of his fantasies wearing a white bathrobe over her velvet red fur, her brown hair just barely cascading past her shoulders, and those soft pink lips mounted on her tan colored muzzle. A vision of Fiona's lips on his drove a mass of blood down to Tails's member, and he soon found himself at full attention.

The fox may have been surprised, but the red vixen was in more shock than he was. There it stood like a threat, the ultimate weapon that could slam her against the wall, rape her, fuck her lights out, and she would still come back asking for more. Her eyes focused on the appendage for a few moments before she noticed who it belonged to, "Oh fuck me…"

"Fiona?!"

"Tails?!"

Having come back to her senses, she realized the inappropriateness of what had just happened, "Oh shit, I mean crap, I mean fuck, I-! Ah! I'm so sorry!" She turned around and bolted out of the bathhouse retracing her steps a little less than gracefully as she made her way back to that waterfall she passed on the way over. When she reached the lake at the bottom of the waterfall, she immediately scooped water into her hands and splashed it on her face. The temperature was near freezing, but with how hot her face felt, she was sure that it would be more than enough to calm her down.

"What-the-fuck was that! Oh shit, I've never seen something so… Aaah!" She splashed more water on her face, but she could not stop how her body was reacting. Her heart was racing, she was throbbing, she had accidentally taken a mental picture of what she had just seen, and it was etching itself into her memory. "No frickin' shit, did you see that?!" She gasped constantly, trying to calm her heartbeat by thinking of different subject matters. Dresses. Costumes. Designer boots. Leather gloves. Leather pants. Fuzzy Handcuffs. What?

With a final exasperated sigh, she sat still and stared at her reflection in the water. She compared Tails to Scourge and noticed an obvious difference. If he only knew that she had seen someone with a bigger gun than he was carrying, it would rip that smug look off his… And there it was. The pieces fell into place almost instantly, and she had come up with a plan to make Scourge insanely jealous. Maybe she'd have to a break or heart or two along the way, but she didn't care. She was going to make Scourge beg for her to come back… by dating someone better than him.