Filled with an air of immense superiority as he stares down at the pathetic slave creature before him, Tails kicks you, just because he can! If you want being stepped on by him to be your only purpose in life, why not give you want you want?
"Maybe I should take you home and make you my doormat."
He muses, walking up and down your body, harshly digging his toes or heels into any soft places he finds. You react just the way he wants you to, amusing him greatly.
"My workshop gets pretty messy and I'm always tracking grease, oil, and stuff into the house. You'd be a lot easier to clean than my carpets!"
Grinning, he stands on your face and orders you to stick out your tongue. When you obey Tails wipes his feet on it. You shiver and moan in pleasure as their sweaty taste fills your mouth.
"You know, I never bothered to get your name...."
You get ready to tell him, but he rams his foot down into your mouth the second you open it. He wiggles his toes around, playing with your tongue.
"Eh, it doesn't matter anyways. I've always wanted a dog named Rovy, so that's your name now!"
Getting a evil idea, your furry little master becomes intent on trying to get his whole foot in your mouth. He forcefully shoves it in deeper and deeper, insisting on getting his way. Your starting to choke when, thankfully, something more fun distracts him. It's your stereo. Flicking through the stations with one of his twin tails, the young fox finds a song he likes and starts to dance. On you of course!
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