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Chapter 11

A long road ahead

Tails head rolled listlessly as Dutch brought the car to the side of the Highway, The Doberman shifted the car into park. Tails moaned low, he was going through another rush of ecstasy; sweat had started to drench the small fox's fur, adding to his already soaked belly and chest.

Dutch unbuckled his seatbelt, undoing his guests at the same time. The belt that tails had been resting his head went slack, dropping his head to his chest, he was jolted awake, Tails licked his lips, his mouth was dry and tasted foul. The orange fox gave a shudder, and gagged. Pulling a face like he had ate a whole lemon.

The Doberman gave a small laugh; the young freedom fighter was entertaining. It was too bad the current situation and plan required this brave Mobian. His technology savvy hostage was legendary in the war against Doctor Eggman.

Which is why he was perfect for the grand scheme, the young fox just needed… persuasion. Dutch got out of the car and closed the door, walking to the other side of the vehicle. Tails head was buzzing, the noise of the car door closing made him turn his head in the sounds direction, everything was slow, The lights from the dash making lines of colored greenish blue.

Tails squinted. Last he remembered there was a big, black furred dog beside him, now there wasn't. He blinked and shrugged, rolling his head against the seats head rest. His door clicked open, the sound startled the young fox, and he let loose a yelp.

Dutch crouched at the passenger door entrance, looking tails level in the eyes. "Mister Prower. You made a mess of yourself now haven't you." Tails, wide eyed, blinked. The Doberman had pointed to Tails torso, the vulpine was scared. He remembered this stranger from the bathroom, Tails looked down at his chest, it was stained red and smelt like puke.

Tails briefly remembered throwing up at the club; did he do it again in the car? Why was it so hard to focus? Tails head began to whirl around with hundreds of thoughts. Why was he with this strange Mobian? The vulpine felt his stomach lurch again, he managed to get his hand up to his mouth, and with great difficulty he managed to keep it down as he burst from the car with amazing speed, stumbling and tripping to the grassy ditch beside the highway. Dutch laughing as tails fell to his knees and again dispelled the contents of his stomach. Dutch stood and turned; grabbing something from the back seat he walked over to the ditch, and crouched again beside his hostage. Rubbing the small foxes back, as he dry heaved.

Finally convinced he had rid himself of the remains of the nights drink and food, Tails flopped onto his bum. Panting hard, spitting and gagging on phlegm, Tails looked to the Doberman squatting beside him, and was surprised when the dog presented him with a large bottle of water.

The orange fox happily took the bottle. Twisting the cap off, he took a long, deep drink. It was heaven, the cold liquid washing away the foul taste of bile, filling his upset tummy with cool and cold bliss. Dutch reached out, and tilted the bottle away from Tails mouth, "Not too much, you'll have to throw up again if you have anymore"

Tails relinquished the bottle begrudgingly. Giving a satisfied sigh, the fox rubbed his belly. Dutch moved to a sitting position beside his hostage. They were both silent for a while, Tails was starting to feel the drug he was injected with return with vengeance, now that his stomach was calm and he was relaxed.

He turned his head and eyes to look at the big Doberman; He was staring up at the stars, hands on his knees. Tails blinked slowly, slurring his question, the drug he was on making the fear he should have been feeling, distant in his mind. "Why are you?" Dutch looked at his hostage. The orange fox had a serious expression, or it would have been if the fox's one eye wasn't crossed, and if he could blink both eyes at once.

Dutch laughed at the poor vulpine. "Why are you?' do you mean 'who are you'?" Tails nodded his head, "uh-huh" the Doberman reached his hand out, "My name is Dutch, you don't remember me introducing myself earlier?" Tails reached a white gloved hand out in reply, his crossed vision making it hard to pick which hand he should take. The fox shook his head 'no', as Dutch grabbed Tails swaying hand.

He did in truth, but Tails was having great difficulty try focus and remember anything of the day. He knew he was on something, other than the human alcohol. He knew something horrible happened at the place where he drank half a dozen cocktails. But yet he felt amazing, especially with the cool crisp water in his belly.

Tails body tingled, and he felt like he weighed as much as a feather. His head was swimming, the young fox had never felt like this, "h-hey… did you kno' I cahn fly?" Tails mumbled with a proud smile. He then rolled on his back giggling, his twin tails swishing as the vulpine sighed. His laughing fit completed, Dutch could finally reply, chuckling as he did "Yes Mister Prower, I am aware of that. Do you intend to fly away?" The dogs quip snapped the incapacitated fox back to reality; he was in fact, in danger.

As hard as it might have been for the fox to concentrate, move or even feel. The genius fox brain was ticking, and piecing events, faces and names together. "I wouldn't get very far would I?" the fox slurred.

"No I'm afraid not." Dutch sighed, "Not in your state. We have a long way yet, let's go." The Doberman grunted as he got up from the ground. Tails blinked away a tear; he just wanted to be home. He didn't want to be here anymore. This day wasn't what was planed at all.

Tails felt the dog lift him to his feet by his arm pits. It took the young vulpine a few seconds to steady himself, the substance coursing through his veins sending him on another whirling trip. When they had made it the few meters to the car Dutch stopped Tails, turning the spaced out and high hostage toward himself.

"Uh one thing, you're not getting back in my car smelling like that." Tails shrieked when Dutch poured the rest of the water bottle down the chest and front of the little fox. The icy water blasting his senses, The Doberman had reached into the back, taking another bottle and a towel.

Tails took a wobbly step back at the sight of another bottle, Dutch had no problem reaching out, grasping the fox by the shoulder. The dog literally bit the bottle top off with his sharp teeth, Tails was yelling, desperately trying to free from the large hand squeezing him. But in his intoxicated state it was like a 5 year old fighting a grown man.

Spitting the cap out of his mouth Dutch hushed the freaked out fox. "Would you relax, hey! Stay still! You want to travel 5 more hours with puke in your fur?" Tails wouldn't hear it; he was still struggling, grumbling Dutch poured the water all over the fox instead.

Whimpering Tails stood there, shivering and wobbling. Dutch unfolded the towel and wrapped it around the now squeaky clean orange vulpine. Rubbing his hostages back and shoulders "come on now, in the car." Tails nodded and let the big dog guide him into the car. When Dutch had finished clicking Tails seatbelt he gave him the rest of water bottle.

They had been on the road for 10 minutes when Tails blinked off into a deep slumber. He hadn't seen the tablet the Doberman had slipped into the remaining water, the Independence veteran was impressed. The freedom fighter was resisting the drug he injected with in the club, Dutch had seen the effects on others, and it made the dog smile.

Tails was a fighter alright; he should have been out cold the whole trip. Breaking him would be difficult.

*UGH! Xmas is almost over and then I can post chapters regularly. I'm so tired. Lol.

Again, thank you guys for reading. I hope you all like it so far, stay tuned.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas btw!*