Description: Passing by the new sex club in Station Square, Tails could not resist the temptations that lied within.



Walking down the busy sidewalks of Station Square, Tails was carrying his tall paper bag full of groceries to his Tornado bi-plane, parked at the local airstrip several blocks away. The twin-tailed fox was whistling to himself as he maneuvered around the fellow pedestrians when a blinding red light flashed before him.

Tails dropped his grocery bag and used one of his slender arms to protect his eyes against the piercing light. After a few seconds, the light ceased.

“What was that all about?” Tails asked himself, as he dizzily looked around to find the source of the intruding disturbance.

Then, he saw it.

To his right, small flashes of multi-colored light beamed out of a building. Scantily clad furry Mobians were on display, performing pole dances where traditional marketing material would normally be on display.

Flush with red, Tails slowly looked up to read “Station Square Private Sex Club” in large, neon letters.

Tails gasped for air as sweat began to drip down his face.

“No…I don’t need this,” the young kitsune said to himself. He proceeded to recover the groceries that fell out of his bag moments ago. When he was almost finished, however, the blinding red light returned.

“Ahhhh,” Tails yelped, once again protecting his eyes from the harsh, artificial rays pouring out of the strip club. It was at this moment that Tails’ legs began to quiver, shaking in anticipation for what lied in store for him through the transparent doors.

Having regained his composure, Tails entered the establishment, bag in his arms.

“Welcome stranger!”

Tails looked around to find the feminine voice that greeted him. Not seeing her, he turned around to reveal a bunny-like Mobian, dressed as a secretary, standing right behind him.

“What are you hear for today, sir?” the woman asked.

“Ummm…well…I..” Tails struggled to say. His face turned bright red in embarrassment, struggling to tell the employee his desired session.

“Maybe this’ll make things easier,” the secretary said, giving Tails a menu, of sorts, listing the types of services and rates for each service that the establishment provides.

“Umm, thanks miss,” Tails replied in a shaky voice. He took the menu and sat down at one of the chairs nearby. Tails continued sweating hard, his pupils dilating as he read through the selections.

Finally, Tails mustered up the courage to head back to the receptionist, who was filing her nails in front of her computer.

“I’d like the number eight, please,” Tails requested, his heart pounding in anticipation.

A smile grew on the employee’s face as she took Tails’ order. “As you wish, sir. I can take you back now.”

Leaving his groceries behind, Tails followed the woman through a hallway littered with many doors on either side. The employee opened a door near the back of the business, and she led him into the cozy little room.

Tails’ stared at the bed in the center of the room, which contained an elaborate strap and pulley system intended to keep kinky customers restrained in embarrassing sexual positions.

“Alright, let’s get you set-up, sir,” the woman said, loosening a few of the straps.

“Ummm, okay,” Tails said in a low voice, his heart racing at the utmost speed. The woman gently pushed Tails on the bed and began to clasp the restraining straps on the fox’s ankles She then arced Tails’ back so that his butt was bent in a lewd position. Finally, the woman took his arms and tied them behind his back, making the kitsune physically vulnerable.

“I’ll go ahead and fetch your servicer now,” the employee said, winking at the cute fox before exiting through the door to the hallway.

“Ohh man,” Tails said to himself. “What am I getting myself into?”

Perhaps one of the prodigious fox’s best kept secrets was that his was a nympho with an insatiable addiction to sex. It has gotten so bad that the kitsune masturbates several times a day, having almost gotten caught by his roommate, Sonic the Hedgehog, on many occasions. Thankfully, the sly fox was able to explain away the lewd slapping sounds he made while jacking off in his bedroom, saying that one of his machines were malfunctioning and required more lubrication, or a similar convincing story.

Unfortunately for the insatiable fox, though, his cravings have evolved beyond simply wanting to masturbate to pictures and videos on the internet. Indeed, Tails now had a desire to actually feel the pleasures of sexual intercourse, but with nobody to share the intimate experience...