The boy genius wasn’t making much sense. First off, what did he mean by an “experiment?” From what you recalled, Tails was just joking around with Silver when he previously mentioned the occurrence of any kind of tests. Was he just lying to Silver, in order to get the hedgehog off his back?
While that would certainly make a lot of sense, it didn’t explain why he thought you’d take any particular enjoyment in whatever it was he had planned. Besides that, didn’t he just meet you a few minutes ago? What would he know about what you did and didn’t like?
Without further debate, Tails reaches down and picks you up; thankfully, in his excitement, he didn’t carelessly wrap his stout fingers around your body hard enough to squeeze the life out of you. Instead, he’s just as gentle as he was before; after initially picking you up in his entire fist, he gingerly positions his other hand underneath you and deposits you on it. Now that you're safely standing on the platform of his palm, he takes off and flies around the bend. Even though his rotating tails were so high above you, the force of the wind raining down on you as he flew made it feel like you were stuck in the middle of a hurricane.
The whipping winds finally died down, punctuated by a deafening crash made by Tails’s shoes hitting the floor. Without the typhoon raging about you, you could finally open your eyes enough to see where you were.
The room had 3 large windows on each wall, giving you a near unbroken panoramic view of the sunlit, rolling fields outside. In fact, the windows were so massive that it felt like there weren’t even any walls in the room at all. Even the ceiling had an impressive sunroof, through which brilliant golden sunshine lit the room, far brighter than any single artificial light could.
The bedframe appeared to be sturdily made out of some thick logs of an unknown type of wood; though the mattress, pillows and sheets that covered them appeared downy soft. There was a thick comforter on the bed as well, quilted with large brown squares that alternated shades from one to the next.
Much to your surprise, other than the bed, the room didn’t appear to be furnished with anything else. There was no dresser to speak of, nor a television set or a closet. The only things you could see were two small nightstands flanking either side of the bed. On one nightstand, you noticed a picture; this one you could see clearly enough to recognize the smiling faces of Sonic and Tails, both boys slinging their arms around each other’s backs.
The boy genius must have noticed your astonishment, because as he put you down on the bed, he said. “Oh, yeah this is Sonic’s room, for when he stays the night and stuff. The bed’s big enough to fit both of us in here, so it’s the perfect spot for me and you to conduct the tests.” He then looks down at you and raises his eyebrows “Okay, don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
With that, the twin-tailed fox bounds out of the room; palpably giddy with some kind of mysterious excitement. You take another look around, and are taken aback by the sheer magnitude of the bed. You’d thought Silver’s bed was utterly massive, but when compared to this, it seemed rather puny. If you had to make the comparison, where Silver’s may have been a full sized bed, this one was a king.
Initially, you scoff at the greediness of the blue blur. Did he honestly need all this room to sleep? It all seemed rather excessive, even for him; though, when you think about it, you suppose he’d need the room if his massive ego were ever going to fit along with him.
But then another thought crossed your mind, as you looked upon the small picture on the nightstand again. Didn’t Tails use the phrase “us” when referring to who slept in this bed?
Before you could follow up on that line thought, you heard excitedly booming footfalls coming from behind you. You manage to turn just in time to see Tails enter the room again, his hands filled with all kinds of objects. He makes his way over to the bed, and throws down on it an enormous brown leather suitcase. On top of it balanced a familiar looking yellow tablet computer, which the boy immediate swiped up.
His fingers dance across the surface of the screen, and when he’s finally satisfied with whatever is displayed on it, he reaches into the tufts of his gloves and produces a collection of very small black dots. He shuffles over to you with them and says, “Okay, before we get to the good stuff, I gotta put these on you. They’ll allow me to get all kinds of readouts while the test is going on. Just hold still for me, okay little guy?”
You oblige, curious as to what exactly the young fox had in mind. You look on in great interest as Tails picks up the dots one at a time, gives the flat side of them a slobbery lick with his cute little tongue, and presses them into any bit of exposed skin he could find. After a few minutes, everything from your forehead to your feet was covered in small, black bumps. When you look down at your arms, you couldn’t help but think of ancient illustrations chronicling the effects of the medieval plague.
Once Tails was done admiring his handiwork, he takes the yellow tablet back into his hands and swipes its surface a few more times. His jubilant astonishment is hard to hide when he says, “Woah…your vital signs aren’t much different from normal sized people.” He looks up at you suddenly and flashes an embarrassed smile. “Oh, uh sorry, no offense.”
You brush it off, clearly understanding the boy’s intent. In truth, it was a fascinating discovery for you as well; though you also couldn’t say that you thought about it all that much, either. Still, it was promise that maybe you’d learn something from all this too, whatever THIS was.
Tails then turns a knob on pad, and a recognizable series of beeps gradually increases in volume. This must have been a heart monitor of some kind, a thought that was confirmed when Tails placed the pad down and you saw the endlessly scrolling jagged lines taking up a majority of the screen.
Once he places the pad down, he opens the suitcase next to him; from the angle at which you were standing, you couldn’t tell what was inside, but whatever it was, it didn’t make a sound as it was ruffled about by the boy genius. The minute or two of searching yields no clues as to the suitcase’s contents, and you can’t see what it is he produced when the search ends. All you COULD see was the fox boy bend down and disappear beyond the horizon of the bed for the span of a few minutes.
The whole time you heard a new series of rustling. Then, you heard a pop, and then another, followed again by more rustling. You take a few steps forward and try to crane your neck to see over the edge of the bed, but all you could see are the tips of the boy’s furry ears. Just when you're about to take a few more steps forward, his head pops back up again, giving you a terrific fright; which, in turn, causes the heart monitor to squeal in alarm for a few terrifying seconds.
He smiles at you and reaches for the pad. The steadily slowing beeps don’t cease as he minimizes the screen and opens up a brand new one. This new one is marked by a single, large microphone icon, which he taps with his finger. He doesn’t speak until a bright red circle surrounds the icon.
“Experiment number two five two zero one six: Codename Little Man will now commence. Subject’s vitals appear nominal up to this point…I will now begin with the control group.”
The boy flashes you a brief smile as he stands up and takes the pad in both hands again. He whips his tails up behind him and floats high into the air. Once they finally pass the rim of the bed, you realize that the boy isn’t wearing his iconic red and white sneakers anymore; you see instead a rather thick pair of pristinely white socks.
He floats over you, and his gigantic socked feet get ever closer. You can feel your heart rate increasing; each pulse punctuated by a shrill beep from Tails’s pad. When the boy finally plops down on the bed with a mighty quake, the towering beauties come to rest only a few steps away from you. They’re so close, you can feel the warmth radiate from them, causing a shiver to travel down your spine which is then announced by the beeping pad.
You’re frozen in place, unsure of what to do next. You look up at Tails for guidance; he has the back of the pad firmly trained on you, as if he was recording everything you did. He peeks over the edge of the pad and explains with a childish grin.
“Ya see little guy…Sonic told me all about how you had fun with his feet and stuff the last time you saw him. It got me really interested in what exactly makes feet attractive to somebody like you, so I designed this experiment in order to find out. Hopefully by the end of today, I’ll have enough data collected to be able to piece together an answer…in the meantime though, just do whatever you feel like to my feet. I want it to be completely natural, so make believe like I’m not here…well, I guess that would mean my feet weren’t here either…eh, you know what I mean.”
This had to be a dream…Tails was really okay with you doing whatever you wanted to his feet? Was he even old enough to understand what a fetish entailed…granted, he was a genius but he was still just a kid, right? You’re eyes unconsciously drift to the picture on the nightstand.
Well, maybe he had a bit more experience than you give him credit for. Either way, the boy was curious, and seeing as he was nice enough to loan his feet out to you, it’d be rude not to take him up on the offer, right?
The question is, where do you start?
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