Tails followed her Mistress into the Golden Egg Tower. It belonged to Dr. Eggman, who decided to stop using force to rule the world and instead used his inventions to gain massive amounts of money. With his wealth, he created the Golden Egg Tower. A building over 800 meters tall, with hundreds of shops, restaurants, offices, and even a hotel.
Dr. Eggman supposedly lived at the very top, but only his most trusted confidantes were allowed in. Tails remembered her Mistress' partnership with the enemy, and thought she may have been one of the exceptions. Regardless, they weren't going to spend the night thinking about that weirdo. Tonight was all about them.
Of course, that was a little hard to do with so many people around them. Everybody there stared at the two of them, stripping them with their eyes and fucking them in their minds. Thing was, they were regular folk. They weren't like the lustful perverts in the back alleys that Tails was accustomed to. They groped with their eyes, not their hands, they had common sense.
Rouge, being the alpha goddess that she was, ignored their stares and continued to take charge. Tails was again reminded how wonderful and powerful her Mistress was.
They got into an elevator and soared into the night sky. The city lights gleamed like a sea of stars, an amazing sight to behold, but Tails' eyes were focused on her beautiful Mistress.
They reached the 154th floor, its entirety was dedicated to a single restaurant: le Coin Privé. Which translated to the Private Corner. That was because each table had its own room, so you didn't need to make awkward eye contact with random strangers.
A mechanical waiter came to their service. About 97% of Dr. Eggman's employees were robots, since they were cheaper to handle and didn't need to get paid. One of the reasons why he was so insanely wealthy.
The waiter was a chrome humanoid in a tuxedo of black steel. It had the number 28 on its heart. It looked incredibly life-like, as well. And judging by the way it spoke, its AI was extremely smart and flexible. Its eyes flashed red, scanning its next guests, before flawlessly saying,
"Welcome back, Ms. Rouge. Your table for four is ready. But before I take you to your table, I must ask, is your plus one a guest? Or a slave?"
"A bit of both, number 28," Rouge answered. "Just get her the proper chair."
"Very good. We shall make the proper preparations." The robot turned to Tails and bowed. "Welcome to le Coin Privé, please enjoy your stay. Follow me right this way."
The robot led them to their room. It had a window view of the city. The only other thing in the room was a dressed and plated table and four chairs.
"Mistress, are we dining with other people?" Tails asked.
"Oh, I didn't tell you?" Rouge snickered, clearly saving that detail as a surprise. "Yes, two of our friends will be joining us."
Tails gulped nervously. "Do . . . Do they know me?"
Her Mistress grinned sadistically. "They know you quite well. They just don't know you're here, is all."
Tails' heart was racing. Rouge pulled out one of the chairs for her. Unsurprisingly, her Mistress put in the extra mile to use her slave. Tails' chair had a ten inch long dildo sticking out of the seat.
Not missing a beat, Tails took a seat, squirming her ass into the toy until it peacefully rested robot butler came over.
"Please, allow me," it said, and knelt down to strapped her legs to the legs of the chair so that she was spread wide open. It also tugged her skirt up, revealing her hardened, inch long clitty. "And let's not forget this."
The robot butler held out its arm. Its forearm opened up, revealing a row of remotes. It plucked out two and handed them to Rouge.
"For the seats," it said. "I will be back with your drinks momentarily. Before I leave, is there anything else you may require?"
"That'll be all, number 28." Rouge examined one of the remotes and turned the dial.
All of a sudden, a gentle vibration played in Tails' ass. Her body reacted appropriately; clit leaking, back tingling, nipples poking through her thin lingerie. Quietly, Tails moaned, despite being in the presence of a third party, even if it were a machine.
"Then I will be on my way," number 28 said, and left the room.
Rouge made a passing glance on Tails before stepping over to the window wall and basking in its scenery. As for Tails, she, of course, was trapped in her seat. But there was no place she'd rather be.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder, was she ready for this? Ever since becoming Rouge's property, the only other person she ever met was Fiona. Nobody else knew her new identity.
Who was the guest they were going to dine with? Sonic? Knuckles? Amy? What would they think when they saw her? But for some reason, the thought of them finally finding out . . . aroused her greatly. A stronger stream of precum leaked out of her clitty. She took an empty wine glass and collected the spillage.
Rouge, ever omnipresent, sat beside her foxy little slave, taking both the glass and small penis in her hands.
"Oh, Tails, you shouldn't have," she smirked. "You know I love milking you."
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Tails whimpered. "I just didn't want to waste any. It all belongs to you."
"Well, aren't you sweet?" Rouge tugged on her slave's clitty with her thumb and index finger. That was all she needed to dig up a small spring of precum from the tiny bump.
With her expert touch, it didn't take long for Tails to fill up the glass up halfway. She examined the wine cup of clear, slightly yellow slave fluid. She took a sip and shivered.
"Delicious, as always, my pet." As a reward, Rouge ran her fingers along Tails' cheek. Being loved by her Mistress was head and shoulders above receiving an actual orgasm. Not that Tails has had any for a while. "I think our guests will also require a share. I'm sure you have more, don't you? You can squeeze out another glass or two for your dear ol' Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress, anything for you," Tails responded lovingly.
And so Rouge continued to milk precum out of Tails' tiny penis. Edging her for minutes at a time. Not once did she allow Tails to orgasm, her useless seed would have ruined the crisp flavor of her natural bitch juice, after all.
Enraptured in her edging, Tails half listened to her Mistress' words. A sin, sure, but Rouge was forgiving that night.
"Don't you worry, sweetie." Rouge finished filling up the fourth and final wine glass. "Our guests won't judge you too harshly. You're not the only one living their best life, you know."
"W-What do you mean?"
Rouge dipped her finger in a glass of precum and smeared it across Tails' dry lips. "Let's just say . . . our friends are kinkier than you think."
Tails didn't quite get it, but chose to trust her Mistress anyways. As long as she put her faith in Rouge and let her call all the shots, then everything would be fine. Tails was certain of that.
They looked through the menu and ordered some wine, real wine, and enjoyed each other's company. Rouge would constantly compliment and degrade Tails in her smooth, loving voice. And Tails would humbly accept her words while enjoying the soft buzz of the seat's vibrator.
Eventually, the door knocked and two familiar rabbits popped into existence. When Tails made eye contact with them, she couldn't help but make an audible gasp.
Standing at the door was her friend, Cream the Rabbit, and her mother, Vanilla. But they were dressed provocatively. Slutty. Whorish. Beautiful. The milf wore a warm smile when she saw the two, but Cream, on the other hand, was just as shocked as Tails.
"M-Mommy?" the little rabbit girl gasped. "I-It's Tails!"
Vanilla wore a dress similar to her Mistress. Backless, sleeveless, assless. But instead of black, she wore red. Also adding a pair of gloves to the attire as well.
Cream were a short, skimpy dress. And judging by the little overhang of her smooth pussy and her hard nipples poking through the thin veil, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Yes, I see that, honey," Vanilla responded, even though Tails had been missing for nearly a year now. "Let's go say hi."