Relief of Stress

It was a fine, sunny day in Station Square. The birds were singing, the people were walking with a spring in their step, and Eggman was nowhere in site. However, there was one citizen who wasn't happy at all.

Along the sidewalk walked a little bipedal orange fox. His two tails swished idly from side to side as he walked, and his normally bright blue eyes were downcast. He had no pockets to stick his hands in, so he merely let his hands droop at his side. Coming towards him on the sidewalk, about a hundred feet away, was none other than his best friend in the world. His idol, even.

Sonic sped past his friend, at first seeming not to notice him, but then doubled back and caught up to him. He fell into step beside the little fox and smiled.
“Hey, what's wrong, buddy?”
The fox didn't look at him.
“I said what's wrong, Tails?”
There was a long pause. Then, slowly...
“It's my birthday today.”
Sonic slapped himself on the forehead.
“D'oh! I forgot all about it! Buddy, I'm so sorry –“
“It's okay.”
Tails looked back down. They continued to walk together for a while, and as they walked, the blue hedgehog racked his brains for what might possibly be upsetting his little friend. It obviously wasn't that he had forgotten Tails' birthday; he never minded that. No, something else was at work here, but Sonic was stumped. So he decided to push his friend a little further.
“Tails?”
The fox looked at him with his big, moist eyes.
“What's wrong, buddy?
Tails stopped dead and turned to his friend.
“I'm sixteen, Sonic.”
“Yeah?”
There was an awkward silence. Sonic noticed the fox's hands shaking, and pangs of guilt shot through him when he noticed the tears welling in the fox's eyes.
“I'm sixteen. I've... Never had a girlfriend.”

There was another long silence. Then, slowly, Sonic reached down and took one of the fox's hands in his own. Looking into his friend's eyes, he saw the long withheld pain and agony of never having found love. Then he smiled.
“Buddy, I think I can help you let go of some of that pain.”
“You... You can?” said Tails, his little chin quivering as a tear rolled down his cheek.
“Yeah. Follow me back to my apartment.”
They began to walk. As they did, Sonic held onto his friend's hand, and smiled when he felt the little fox squeeze his hand. He squeezed back.

Sonic's apartment was a mess, in every sense of the word. Cardboard boxes filled with moldy pizza littered the place, and there was a mess of old chili dogs and stew on the stove that could only be described as rancid. And yet, as Tails walked into the apartment, he couldn't help feeling a little bit giddy. He was suddenly not as miserable as he had been out there on the street. Sonic, for his part, just smiled to himself. The plan was going swimmingly.

“Wanna watch some TV, buddy?” he said, sitting down on the couch and patting the space beside him. Tails smiled, and Sonic felt butterflies in his stomach as he watched his friend's furry cheeks dimple into his trademark grin. He looked so cute when he smiled. The fox sat down next to him.

As they watched, Sonic waited for the opportune moment. Outwardly he was relaxed, but inwardly he was wound up tighter than a coil in one of Dr. Robotnik's machines. As soon as he sensed Tails' muscles relaxing, as soon as he felt the tenseness and stress in those thin little shoulders disperse, he made his move. Slowly, unobtrusively, he put an arm around his friend. There was a short pause. Then, something wonderful happened. Tails gave a long, content sigh, and laid his head on Sonic's shoulder. His little ear twitched adorably.

Sonic let his left arm slide down Tails' shoulder, over his elbow, onto his wrist, until his hand rested on top of his friend's. He began stroking the back of the fox's hand, then reached over with his right and and let it rest on Tails' belly. He gave a pleasureful shiver as he felt his hand touch the downy-soft white fur of Tails' stomach. His own quills were prickly and harsh, but Tails' fur was like a tactile heaven. The final step, that last point of no return, was the only step left.

He leaned down and planted a gently kiss on his friend's muzzle.

That did it. Tails laid himself down flat on his back, pulling Sonic on top of him. The couple scuffled together, Sonic's quills rustling lustily as he ran his hands up and down his friend's thin body. Tails' frame was just indescribable – so lithe! So soft! So submissive! So completely vulnerable, open to his every touch.... Tails made a sweet little half-moan sound into Sonic's mouth as the hedgehog slid his tongue into the warm, moist crevice of his friend's face, feeling every contour of the fox's little trap. Then, he reached down, between the fox's two tails, and groped his tight little bum, squeezing each muscular little cheek in turn.
“You have an amazing ass, Tails,” said Sonic, nibbling Tails' lower lip. Tails smiled up at him.
“You're perverted.”
Sonic made no reply, but slid his hand down, parting a trail between the layers pigeon-soft fur, down into his friend's crotch. Like all of the Mobian animals, Tail's genitals were hidden in a cloaca. Sonic stroked up and down over the sensitive area, grinning maliciously when a quivering yellow penis came sliding up out of the sheath. Sonic rolled the sensitive head between his thumb and forefinger, causing Tails to whine erotically into his ear. Then, he slid down, until his eyes were at a level with the throbbing yellow cock.

He licked underneath the head, lubricating the sensitive skin on the underside of the rock-hard dick. He noticed that Tails was not the most well-endowed fox in the world, being only about four inches long, but hey, you couldn't have everything.
Sonic wrapped his lips around Tail's cock and began bobbing his head up and down, dragging his lips along the shaft. He'd learned a lot about sucking dick back on Mobius. The first time he'd set foot on the Floating Island, he'd been captured in a net by Knuckles, who had, as part of a submission ritual of his tribe, forced him to deep throat his enormous red dong on a daily basis. He'd gotten to the point where he could bring the echidna to orgasm in twelve seconds flat by shoving the entire length of the wang down his throat and swallowing rapidly, using the muscles of his trachea to give his captor a penile massage. Knuckles, being slightly drunk at the time, had christened the move “The Infernal Lamprey Dicksuck of Doom”, and the name had stuck.

Sonic continued blowing Tails, reaching down to nibble and lick his furry orange nutsack. Soon, he sensed that his friend was ready.
“Tails?”
The fox looked at him and giggled girlishly.
“What is it, Sonic?”
“Turn around. Get on all fours.”
Tails complied, standing on his hands and knees, raising both his tails in the air and presenting his puckered little pink asshole to his friend and comrade. He even arched his back so that his hot butt stuck up like a whore's ass. Sonic, enticed by this lascivious spectacle, leaned down and trailed the tip of his pointy moist tongue around Tails' nether entrance. The fox gasped as he felt Sonic's warm tongue probing his tight prune-wrinkled anus, then grunted.

To Sonic's utter surprise, his friend quickly shat out a small round turd that went directly into his mouth and down his throat. He nearly gagged as the foul taste began to spread over his tongue like an open sore – but then realized something. He was enjoying that taste.

“Tails, buddy, do that again.” he said, opening his mouth. The fox complied and began producing his buttery brown output in abundance, squeezing out a long, spaghetti-noodle turd that quickly became liquid, spraying out acidic yellow-brown diarrhea that tasted faintly of peanuts and vinegar. Sonic slurped it all down, feeling the spongy, bitter taste of shit fill his mouth and throat, burning in his nostrils and stinging his eyes. Just when he was beginning to think it couldn't get any better, an inflamed vein on Tails' perineum busted open like a pimple and the fox began pissing blood into his friend's mouth. The hot blood in his mouth drove Sonic over the edge and he came, his shuddering blue dick exploding and releasing a torrent of bubbling, chunky semen all over the couch. However, this did nothing to relieve his raging hardon. All eight inches of his throbbing blue dick had become so engorged with blood that the veins were now pulsing visibly. It was with hot lust running through his veins that Sonic grabbed Tails' shoulders and shoved him down, forcing him into a position where his chest was on the couch, but his knees were still supporting his lower body, causing his ass to point up into the air invitingly. The hedgehog figure that Tails' asshole was probably already pretty lubed up with blood and shit, but just to be safe he hawked up a great ball of mucus and spat it onto his friend's filthy, scat-covered anus. He grabbed the fox's slender waist with one hand, and used the other to direct the bulbous, puffy head of his slightly crooked wang into Tails' asshole. Then, without mercy, he pushed his cock into the fox's tight little poop chute. There was enough lubricant there already, but as if Sonic's steely love-rod were meant to ravage his friend's anal cavity, the lining of Tails' anus began to tear, supplying even more blood to keep the fuckfest going. In and out, in and out went the gargantuan blue cock, until Tails screamed with pleasure and blood and shit began bubbling out around the perimeter of the stretched anus.

Miles Tails Prower was receiving the assfuck of his life, and he moaned with ever-building pleasure as Sonic pillaged his holy lands.
“Oh, please fuck my asshole, fuck it harder, oh FUCK yes! Please, Sonic, gimme a reach-around! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm, I'm, unh, unh, unh unh unh ugh AAAAAAGGHH!!!”
Sonic reached one hand around and began jerking his friend's cock, then used the other to grab the fur on top of the fox's head and pull it back, showing his primal dominance by forcing the submissive partner to crane his neck back as he shrieked out his orgasm. Sonic laughed maniacally as he felt Tails' soldier go into spasms in his hand, shooting wad after wad of, thin, pale, yellowish semen all over the filthy couch cushions. Then, with a feeling like being kicked in the balls, Sonic himself came, this time with an explosion larger than the first one, shooting chunks of baby-batter up Tails' chocolate tunnel so far that the fox could have sworn that he felt them land in his stomach. After this, they both collapsed in a sweaty, yiffy heap, tongue kissing each other deeply. Deciding that it was not yet too late for an even kinkier twist, Sonic reached between the couch cushions and pulled out a dirty, jizz-encrusted handkerchief.
“Turn around, love.”
The fox complied, and Sonic used the handkerchief to tie Tails' wrists together behind his back, then, laying the fox down face-up on the couch, began to gently massage his chest. Tails let his head recline backwards, a faint smile playing across his face. It was heaven.

After a while, Sonic leaned down and began kissing the soft fur of his friend's neck, and it was at that moment that Amy Rose came walking into the apartment.
“Hey, Sonic, do you still want to go – what in the world?”
She gazed at them, wide eyed, a pink purse still dangling daintily from her right arm.
Sonic looked up at her and smiled.
“Yeah, what is it?”
She stared at them, her eyes growing even bigger, and took a step back.
“Were – are you guys – you're wrestling, right? Right?” she said, her voice becoming shrill.
Sonic flicked his tongue at her suggestively.
“No, we were making love. Problem?”
Amy gaped at him for a moment. Then she turned around ran screaming down the apartment steps. Sonic looked back down at his lover.
“I love you, buddy.”
“I love you too.”