#zails

Ah, wowie. Zails getting himself a girlfriend? I thought it would never happen... but let me tell you that Zails is truly one of the most hopeless and desperate variant of Tails that exists. He would be so needy for constant affection and reassurance, but he'd also be quicker to grow a lot more ...horny than the rest of the bunch. Even if he constantly has his grabby fingers all over you, a singular touch from you can easily trigger his sensitive nerves, leaving him an aroused mess.

And if you gave him permission to taste your cervical fluids? That is 111% the worst idea I’ve ever heard in my life and you absolutely should do it because it would absolutely shatter Zails the best way possible. He would instantly fall and completely melt into a drooling mess and beg you for a chance. He’s not used to those sweet, sweet fluids and he is absolutely not stopping until he has to be pried off of your body with a crowbar. He would be in pure ecstasy and nobody would be able to separate him from you anymore.

It would be the worst thing Zails has ever felt, and he wouldn’t be able to think straight anymore due to how much he would enjoy it. He’d be making pathetic groaning noises and his leg would shake uncontrollably. You would be his whole world at that moment, he wouldn’t even hear it if there was a volcano exploding outside his house. There would be no way for him to recover from that at all.

Tell him to not dare disappoint you while does the deed.

Cause that, my friends, would be the end of everything for Zails because that would literally be the final blow. His legs would go numb from the ecstasy as he softly moans into your entrance, tongue working overtime just to enjoy the sweet and divine taste. His mind would become completely flooded with hormones that would leave him absolutely dizzy. His whole world has been flipped upside down and he would NEVER recover from this.

He’d be so weak-minded that he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else but making you feel satisfied as his eyes would roll back and moan louder into you, not wanting it to stop. He would be completely addicted to the taste, and the sound, and the sight of the whole thing. His tongue deep inside of you getting every drop of nectar he can. I can see his tongue would become more desperate with its movements to try and taste even more of you. Becoming more vocal as it reaches deeper into your body, his tongue being in this hot, moist and tight claustrophobic space, with juices soaking his already wet tongue.

And by the time he reaches that level of desperation, he’d be nothing short of rabid. His tongue would move at rapid pace as he just tries to get more of every single drop, his brain just melting to the point he feels like a drooling animal. And the more he gets the more desperate he becomes, he would feel your hands on his back and he would get more desperate. He’d start licking anywhere you touched him, just praying for more. His body is nothing more than a shell anymore.

Which is the perfect comparison honestly, he’d be acting like he was on death row and this was his last meal before dying. He would be lapping up everything like a dog that wasn’t fed for weeks. And if you decided to actually allow yourself to climax, oh lord, that would be the biggest shot of pure ecstasy he could ever experience. It would absolutely break him to the bone. He would feel like he didn’t deserve to live for being able to experience that kind of blissful experience.

You'd have a grip over his tongue since the start of the interaction, and it would get progressively tighter until it would become unbearable. His breathing would get heavier and he’d start to moan so loudly, but you could definitely make him feel the lowest he could possibly be. He’d be trying to reach a deeper level while you can enjoy every moment of him being helpless in your grasp, sitting on his face once he’s ready to burst.

Zails would absolutely need a full body suit just to keep all the drool in his mouth because he’s actually just a mess of an entity at this point. He’s nothing short of a starving animal in heat who would have no care about being overstimulated. And if you were to let out a sound that even remotely resembles a moan, he’d be a goner. He’d go insane on you and you may as well just be giggling the whole time over him melting and making a mess. He is completely broken at this point. All it takes is a single sound.

And that, I think, would cause his mind to completely snap. He would be completely overrun by his own emotions and be in complete euphoria, yet so filled with desire too. He would reach a point where even days after the experience, he will literally be begging for you to let him drink from your fountain of life again. You would not only see the desperation in his eyes, but you could feel it in his entire being. And his body would be shaking all over, as if in a fever, unable to contain all of that need inside ever again.

these are some of the old designs Mady thought of (not as refined as Eggman would make robots, but makes sense for babies first robot [aka the Deadly Six's]).

context for this image is that, during the time Tails and Sonic are stuck with the Six, the Six develop an anti-stockholm syndrome for Zails (and somewhat for Zonic), or the proper term is Lima syndrome. like, they want to care about them, but at the same time have to have that power over 'em.

this comes to a head when a bunch of Sonic's pals (Amy, Knuckes, Silver, and maybe others [including Eggman for a temporary truce]) try to rescue the duo from Lost Hex, which results in a big confrontation, one scene shown in this image here.

eventually, Sonic and Tails are freed from the Six and Lost Hex, but are left with a lot of trauma from the conditioning that they went under for months unend. it's bad enough that they had to have time away from each other, with Tails staying with Big for emotional support, and Sonic with someone else (I forget; I did say this was all from memory, so give me some grace).

    “W-What are you doing?!”  Zamy asked, feeling a little spooked at his actions. He slammed his lips against hers, and continued in a compassionate, little bit of tongue kiss. He licks his lips, and pulled back.

    “Mind telling me why you’re wearing a pencil skirt with a slit?” He took a breath, trying not to let his inner-feelings do something unexpected right on the spot. “And a blouse that shows cleavage?” He asked, dragging his finger along her cheek.

   “I’m having a sleepover with the girls.” Zonic held a laugh in. 

   “A sleepover? What are you? Eleven?” Zonic burst out, falling to his back and started laughing hysterically. Zamy just kicked his foot. Once he was relaxed, he went over and hugged her from behind, taking in the rosy scent of her quills. “Baby, I’m sorry!” He kissed her neck. “Why are you so excited though?”

   “I’ve been so stressed these past few weeks, that I’m starting to not care about my hygiene, and never really pay attention to how I look.” She turned her head to Zonic. He lowered his eyes, and put his nose on her cheek. “I’m not wearing make-up. Sorry.” He pulled away.

   “Zames, don’t apologize about not wearing make-up. You’re beautiful either way. Second of all, why hang out with them to relieve the stress? You could always ask me~” Zamy rolled her eyes at his playful behavior. They were secretly dating, with only Zails and Zream knowing.

    “By the way, the sleepover’s happening in Zouge and Zhadow’s room.” Zonic made a face. Zhadow gets to be a part of the sleepover. That’s not fair. As if Zamy knew what he was thinking, she cleared his misunderstanding. “Znuckles won’t be in the sleepover. Zhadow will be hanging out with you!” Zonic grimaced. He didn’t enjoy hanging out with Zhadow. Zamy kissed his cheek and pushed him out of her office. 

- time skip because I can hehehehe~~~

Zonic was with Zhadow, Zails, and Znuckles as they tried to find out how to crash that sleepover. Zilver was there too, but was raiding through Znuckles’s fridge. 

      “Why don’t we just dress up like Pizza Delivery guys?” Zilver asked, as he brought some soda back to where the boys where. Zonic snapped his fingers.

      “YES! I mean, it’s not full of pizzaz, but that’ll work!” They all snuck into Zyra’s (lol my oc in no zone dimension) room and looked around. She had some pizza delivery outfits. They took an old pizza box from Znuckles’s fridge, and ran to the other side of the dorms, where Zouge and the girls were. Zonic was forced to wear the delivery uniform as it would only fit him. He rang the doorbell, getting ready to switch to Znuckles in case Zouge opened the door. To his luck, Zamy opened the door.

In. A. Nightgown. 

Zonic’s seen her in nightgowns before, seeing as they both share a dorm. (Zamy managed to switch with Zhadow because of their arguments.) This one just seemed. . .

Different.

Not a bad kind of different. Zonic liked what she was wearing but tried not to focus on that. She leaned against the door, obviously recognizing Zonic. 

    “Yes?” She asked, amused at his antics. 

    “Pizza delivery for some young ladies?” He bowed, as he showed the pizza box. Amy smirked. 

    “Code pizza, girls!” This confused him heavily. What did she mean, code pizza? She turned back to her secret lover. “Lower your men.” Now this made Zonic even more puzzled. What did she mean by lower? She pointed up towards the ceiling. Zails was in the vents, while the others were kept up against the ceiling by Zilver. Zonic mentally face-palmed at their stupidity. 

     “Oh...Still...pizza?” He asked her, as if hoping she would get the memo to open the door all the way for him. She knew their plan, and she wasn’t going to let them have their way. 

     “Mmm...No thanks, we’re fine with pizza.” She smiled at him, and started to close the door. Before the door shut all the way, he stopped the door with his foot. 

     “I hope you know...I don’t go until I’m paid.” He said in a flirtatious voice that got Zails and Znuckles suspicious.

     “And I hope you know that I don’t want anything to do with that cheesy stuff.” Zamy’s words had a double meaning. 

     “OH C’MON, ZAMY, LET ME IN!” Zonic yelled in anger. This was not the plan. She was supposed to let them in so they could have fun with them. It wouldn’t be fun looking through their window, because they’d just be doing something boring, like putting make-up on, or gossiping.

     “Wow. You already resorted to begging? Hm. I thought you could do better than that. Oh well,” She opened the door all the way, as Zilver dropped the the boys without mercy, and Zails climbed out of the vents. She let them in, and the boys sat down next to their respected girls. Zonic sat a little closer to Zamy, giving her a pillow to cover herself. Did I mention that even though this is another universe, Zonic is still overprotective of Zamy.

      “Let’s play Truth or Dare! I’ll go first. Who’ll I choose?” Zouge asked. Everyone raised their hands except for Zonic and Zhadow. Zouge smirked and picked Zonic. Zamy and him were internally screaming at what she might do. “Zonic, I dare you to go into the closet for seven minutes with Zamy.” Zamy looked away. Zonic sighed in submission. Zamy followed. Zouge put a timer for seven minutes and stood outside the closet, with Zyra and her tripod.

     “So...what should we do now?” Zonic asked, loud enough for the people outside to hear them. 

     “I don’t know, but what I do know is that you’re going to keep your lustful self on that side of the closet, and me on my side.” Zamy said, making noise in her corner, pretending that they’re moving. Zonic grabbed Zamy and locked his lips with hers. They tried to be as quiet as they could, not raising suspicion. He pinched her butt, however, Zamy kicked him in the crotch. Knowing that Zouge may have heard that, she goes “Zonic! Are you alright? Did you hit your head against the shelf?” She said loudly, making sure that Zouge didn’t suspect anything.

     “Ow...I’m fine, Zamy...” He rubbed his head. “How much time is left on the timer?” Zamy looked at her phone.

      “Two minutes left.” They sat there, cuddling to their hearts’ content, until the door opened and Zamy was pushed to the other side of the closet. She glared at her boyfriend, who only nervously chuckled. He was gonna get his ass whooped later on.

HEY, SO, I know this was TRASH, but then again, I am sonamy trash, so...

“God, you are absolutely pathetic, even for a cheater” you spat at the fox infront of you, scrunching your nose in disgust at the mere sight. Zails was currently on his hands and knees, completely exposed in his undergarments as occasional choked sobs and moans were heard in the room. You could feel yourself cringe more at every singular plead he made for you, his petty attempts filled with absolute desperation to get back into your heart, which you just scoffed at.

"... p-please.. I.. ahnn...~ I can't.. h- just spit all over me... Punish me like the absolute filth that I am..."

Your eyes narrowed as you glanced away from him, embarrassment filling your mind. Shaking your head slightly in disappointment. He wasn't gonna get the reaction out of you that he oh-so desired. You weren't gonna go back to him and that was final ...but your eyes couldn't help but soften a really little bit as he said that, watching him go these lengths where he allows himself to be humiliated and used just for the sake of preventing you from leaving.

Zails’ eyes would immediately widen as he realized you were showing even the smallest hint of pity towards him, and the sudden rush of blood and adrenaline he got made him feel some kind of hope. Although he was already stroking the genitalia in his undergarments with teary eyes, he hesitantly stood up and moved towards you, trying his hardest to wrap his arms around you and cry into your shoulder. His grip on you was still tight as he desperately tried to force some sort of response out of you.

As Zails weakly wrapped his arms around you, he was met with the heat of your body temperature, sending a wave of familiarity through his body. You just stood still, allowing him to do whatever despite the awkwardness on your end... A stoic and blank expression on your face as he touched you with his dirty hands. You sighed, slowly lifting up one of your arms, placing it behind his back as you caressed your hand up and down ...But due to the difference in height and the lack of self awareness, your hand ended up going a bit too low, accidentally stroking over his rump.

And that little, accidental touch was all it took to set him off. Zails had become so desperate to feel anything from you that even something as small as you brushing up against his backside made him go absolutely crazy. He immediately became more vocal, letting out a few moaning and whining noises as he squeezed his body tighter against yours. His breath became shallow, and he had become even more desperate for you to show him some kind of ‘affection’ as he rubbed himself against you.

Which quickly escalated in him getting desperate enough that he even began squeezing and rubbing himself up and down your body, just to feel any sort of warmth from you. Zails’ whole body would slowly become hotter and hotter as the realization of how much he wants anything from you began to set in. His voice became more whinier and he was begging even more than he had before, his hands squeezing so hard they were practically white knuckling your body.

"P-Please..! I'm desperate! Y-You're making me desperate! I-I need something from you... p-please!" His body had gotten so tense as he kept squeezing himself against you. Every inch of your body was being squeezed up against his, and he was beginning to get so riled up now that he was beginning to make audible suggestive noises. He was acting out like a desperate animal, and he would even start pushing himself harder into you as he begged and begged.

"I need you... I need you.. P-Please.... p-please, sweet cheeks... I ne-need you!! Let me have you..!" Zails was now panting, as sweat began forming on his forehead, dampening his amber fur. He had started squeezing his eyes shut as he shook and begged, his hands now gripping your body as tightly as possible.

It was a ... Difficult situation to say the least, you weren't denying him what he wanted but you didn't exactly accept his request either. You felt so disconnected with that damned fox ...you couldn't even tell apart the whines of his despair and his lust. So you just uncomfortably continued to stroke and rub your hand up and down over his lower back and tailhead, trying to make him shut up. But it only resulted with both of your closure only making the heat grow even further.

His breaths started to get even raspier as you continued to massage him, and it was very obvious that he was starting to give in to his lust. The lust was starting to consume him the more you touched him, and his whinings and moans were becoming even louder. There was even a visible bulge that began to arise, slowly taking shape from the way he was squeezing himself into you. Zails was so desperate for you, that just your touch alone made him whimper, his lust-fueled whinging only getting more loud.

The twitching bulge was even more noticeable as his undergarments began to become wet with his desire. The warmth of your body was making it hard to hold back with you squeezing him so tightly. He looked up at you with tears in his eyes as he started to beg and moan even more, which you didn't want to give much reaction to. Though you did seem to notice the tears threatening to spill out, as your free hand slowly wandered over towards the bulge on his undergarments, stroking over it with your knuckles with minor pressure.

And as soon as that happened, he even leaned his head back at one point as he continued to moan and whine. The warm and wet bulge was even more obvious as he was squeezing his clothing tightly to him now as he begged more and more, Zails’ fingers clinging onto you as he desperately tried to keep himself from exploding. All while his other hand held onto the back of your neck as his fingers began to squirm and twitch.

For the first time, his voice actually took on a slightly more high-pitched, feminine sounding tone, and he even sounded like he was actually begging you now instead of just simply whining about how he needs you. Zails let out a small, quiet whimper, his breathing becoming much heavier as he was starting to get even closer to his climax. He was panting even more as his muscles began to tense up, his back arching slightly as he continued to squirm. He was sweating even more, and his voice had finally started to crack, becoming even more feminine than the average girl mobian.

His breath was even sharper now as he was almost there, his body now shaking with his teeth being gritted as his hands were so tightly wrapped around your body that his claws were almost digging into your back. He was still begging and moaning, but now it sounded far more desperate than before. "Oh... Oh no... I-Its coming..!" He suddenly squeaked out, as his entire body began to tremble a little bit. His eyes were firmly closed and his mouth was open just a little bit with the tiniest bit of saliva drooling from his lips. It was starting to become obvious that he was going to explode. He was so close to the point where his entire fur now became wet with tears as he tried not to climax, but he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Suddenly, he let out a muffled whine. You could practically feel his back arching as it happened, his pants finally becoming soaked from a combination of sweat and his climax. His body had started to shake violently as his breathing became absolutely frantic, and he was so loud that you were almost sweat dropping with discomfort from the experience. Zails’ hands wrapped around you like a desperate animal as his entire body trembled and grinded against you. His cries almost became screams as he continued to climax, the heat between you being too immense for either of them to even comprehend. His coat became absolutely drenched with his own fluids...

And after what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped. He was panting and drooling, that little bit of contact had sent him over the edge, and he had completely lost control over himself. His arms were still wrapped around you, his hands squeezing your body as he continued to sob into your shoulder. His entire face was wet with tears, and he didn't even care or notice the fact that he was wetting your clothes. Zails was still crying and sobbing uncontrollably as he squeezed you close to him, holding you as if he wanted to protect you from the evilness surrounding the world. But you weren't having any of it, especially as he already took advantage of the situation and couldn't even manage to control his unending horniness...

The was no noticeable change or improvement regarding the look in your eyes, still lingering with repulsion and complete embarrassment. You shoved him off of you and onto the grounds below as he was crying his eyes out. Meeting his red shot eyes with a blank yet piercing gaze, you held so little emotion. You just felt as if you were looking at a lost cause, one you weren't willing to babysit and take responsibility for anymore.

Even with the fact that your eyes were devoid of any positive thoughts when it came to him... Your gaze was much more similar as if you were looking down on him as an inferior being, and it didn't seem too far fetched with the current state he was in. He held no importance in your life anymore, and he knew it. His shaking only becoming more violent now that he had nothing left to release, nothing left to satisfy you with.