Tails walked down the stairs and headed for the front door. He wore only a bathrobe and his chastity cage, in his ass the egg vibrator silently nestled against his prostate. It was too deep for him to remove, so he would have to worry about that later. For now, he looked through the peephole in his door and was surprised by the identity of his sudden guest.
Opening the door, Tails exclaimed, "Rouge? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood," the sexy bat answered, and welcomed herself inside without his say. She wore her usual tight black leotard that left nothing to the imagination. Just a glance made Tails' penis twitch in its chastity. "I thought I'd come by for a visit, it's been a while, honey."
Rouge sat on the couch and tossed something on the cushion beside her. Tails also took a seat, but, when he saw what she had on hand, his heart dropped. It was a purse, exactly like the one he dropped in the alley. Rouge noticed him staring and beamed.
"Pretty, isn't it?" she asked, lifting the purse up. "I bought it a while back, but never had a chance to use it, since I have so many."
"R-Right," Tails stuttered. It's not like the purse was a one of a kind thing.
"It was a bit pricey, but I got a five finger discount wherever I go, if you know what I mean."
"Heh heh, y-yeah." Tails always seemed to forget that she was a professional thief. "So, um, w-would you like something to drink?"
"Wine, if you have any. Preferably red."
"Sure, let me go check if I have some."
Tails went to the kitchen and searched his pantry, finding a nice black bottle of syrah. Of course, he wasn't much of a drinker, and if he remembered correctly, it was actually a leftover, unopened bottle from some past celebration. Hopefully it would be good enough for Rouge.
When he went to get wine glasses, a sudden shock made him lose balance. He let out an audible moan that he hoped his guest didn't catch. The egg in his ass started to vibrate. He had to hold on to the kitchen counter to keep from falling on the ground.
Lost in reverie, Rouge's voice found him. "You okay in there, honey?"
"I-I'm fine!" he yelled back.
He fought against the toy with all his might and managed to prevail. The vibrations died and he was given a moment of respite to gather his thoughts. Was there some kind of technical problem with the toy? Did it somehow catch the remote's signal? Last time he checked, the remote for the egg vibrator was in . . . the purse he lost.
He gulped the nervous lump that appeared in his throat and grabbed two wine glasses before going back to the living room with the bottle. He quickly put the drink on the coffee table and took a seat. He looked at Rouge distrustfully.
"So, Tails, what have you been up to?" the bat woman asked, and popped open the wine. She took a whiff straight from the bottleneck and shivered delightfully. "Syrah, nice choice, perfect for tonight." She poured herself a glass and gave it another sniff. "Fruity, a little spicy, and just a hint of tobacco." She took a sip. "I hope I don't get too drunk. I'd like to remember who I'll do tonight."
"P-Pardon?" Tails gasped.
"I mean what. What I'll do tonight." Rouge giggled. "Why? Did you get excited for a moment there, kiddo?"
"N-Not at all, umm . . . I . . ."
"This wine would go great with a snack. You have anything to eat?"
"I think . . . no, umm . . . I don't know what would go well . . . with this wine," Tails said, throwing glances at the purse. "Maybe you could . . . figure that out for us?"
Rouge gave him a look and grinned, as if she knew what he was planning. Tails managed to feel enough fear to ignore the toy inside of him, followed by relief when she took his bait.
"Well, if you insist," Rouge said, and left for the kitchen.
Tails quietly snuck over to her purse and rummaged through its contents. His heart stopped. A plastic tin of strawberries. A can of whip cream. His wallet. Everything he lost was in there. Everything except for—
"Ahem!"
Tails turned around to find Rouge there, smiling as seductively as a sadistic succubus. In her hand was a pink remote. His remote.
"No, wait," Tails pleaded, but it was too late, she turned the dial on the remote to its max power.
The egg buzzed beside his prostate, assaulting him with the force he never had the courage to utilize. Not once. His caged penis squirted precum instantly. His legs gave out, and he fell onto the couch.
"P-Please," he begged. "I . . . I can e-e-explain!"
Tails came with his toy. It was a dry and girly orgasm that dragged on for eons, as Rouge never released her hold on him. He watched her push the remote inside her cleavage and knelt beside him. He was caught off guard when she kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth and dominating his own.
The stimuli brought him to another girly orgasm. Tails mind was going dim with each passing second the egg vibrator ravaged his butthole. His body moved with Rouge when she pulled away, he was no longer hiding how desperate he was. Tails felt so free and terrified.
"Who would've thought," Rouge chuckled, "that our sweet, innocent Tails was such a pervert."
Her fingers glided along his bathrobe, eventually reaching the belt around his waist and pulling it free. It's possible Tails could've stopped her, but . . . why would he? Rouge opened up his bathrobe and revealed his tight little body. His petite waist. His perky hips. His pink nipples. And the cherry on top, his pathetic, caged up penis.
"You've really fallen hard, haven't you?" Rouge scanned his body, like a masterpiece waiting to be free from a slab of marble. Her hands massaged his body, she particularly loved groping his flat chest and squeezing his balls. "What would your friends think of you?"
"P-Please . . . turn it . . . off."
"Judging by this cute little trail of yours . . ." Rouge poked the tip of his chastity cage and pulled up a transparent strand of precum into the air. "You don't want me to."
She put his weak seed on her tongue. This was the first time anybody had ever tasted him.
"Salty sweet," Rouge muttered. "Let's play a game."
"T-Turn it—"
"Sure, I'd rather use something else, so stand up."
Rouge forced him to his shaky feet and stripped the bathrobe off his shoulders. He was completely in the buck (not that it was any different from usual). She took the purse and pulled out a rope. Tails remembered her having a few other things in there.
She tied his hands behind his back. Tails didn't even put up a fight. She stood in front of him, triumphantly, holding one end of the rope like a leash.
"Perfect," Rouge said. "Now, I'm sure you have other toys. Wanna show me your collection?"
"Rouge, please, stop," Tails pleaded.
"Oh, hold on." Rouge next pulled out her phone and before he could protest, she captured a few photos of him. She showed him a picture of a hopeless pervert in over his head. "You don't want this spreading around, do you? So how about you keep quiet and do as I say?"