So this is the little psychiatric hold that guard was talking about, eh? Forcing me into an empty room without any explanations? This feels more like an imminent interrogation in contrast to the guard's allegedly-intended request. But we've already established that therapists and psychiatric hold are not meant to help, as evidenced by what I had just gone through with Knuckles' mom. All I'm left to wonder is when someone is going to finally come in and what the fuck they're planning to do with me. It's 11 o'clock in the fucking morning and this is what I'm doing.
The adrenaline I had has faded out almost completely. The fight and the bite and this really long struggle sure drained a lot of energy. I still can't believe I managed to eat this guy's hand, which, by the way, wasn't very tasty. Well, I won't be surprised if in the next few days I suddenly encounter some guy with a hook. My neck still hurts a bit from the rope. I seriously thought I was going to die from all that asphyxiation.
Finally I hear the door opening. Someone is coming in, in the form of a long-haired yellow vixen wearing a red dress and a pair of red shoes and bracelets. If she is the one who's about to interrogate me during this session, then maybe I'm not so screwed after all. She then places both of her hands on the desk before me. Luckily I'm able to do the same due to not having a straightjacket, for some reason. We've already established the fact that those guards' logic isn't very clear.
"Greetings," the vixen begins, "I'm Zooey. Tails, right?"
"Affirmative," I reply.
The vixen who referred to herself as Zooey now takes out a block of papers before glancing at me once again. I bet my case was written there. When did they manage to write all this stuff? Was I asleep for so long?
"Mmmhmm. This doesn't look good."
"What seems to be the Zooey, problem?" I ask cynically.
"So you're a comedian, I presume," she replies, unimpressed.
"I practice," I respond. "Actually not really, I just-"
"Tails, please let me do the talking for now," replied Zooey. "I see your case is extraordinarily absurd. You go to therapy and then you mindlessly beat up the therapist. With a case like this, I'm not sure if I want to know how your logic works."
She's surprised with how my logic works? Well by the bass of Butler, it appears she was never told about the entire picture. This isn't quite surprising, because the guards didn't know, and I didn't get the chance to tell them before getting anesthetized, because of my temporary feral behavior after Lara-Le tried to beat me up. At this point, I am pretty much afraid of Knuckles right now. Especially with what Zooey is doing in this very moment.
"Take a look at this, Tails," she says and walks towards a small TV. Big the Cat is seen reporting with some odd stuff going on in the background behind him. Two paramedics were carrying an injured Lara-Le on a stretcher and placing her in the ambulance.
"Tom I'm standing here before Lara-Le the Echidna's clinic, where right now the paramedics are admitting her to the nearest hospital. According to her bodyguards, she was beaten up by one of her patients, who was apparently identified as Tails. Lara-Le's condition has been classified as very severe, as the guards found her covered in blood and a nasty head trauma. Further information about this case has yet to be revealed as of now."
"Before you ask anything, I recorded this three hours ago when it aired," explained Zooey. "So Tails, what is therapy to you?"
OK, how do I approach this kind of question aside from the extremely confused face I am making at this very moment? My right eye is literally twitching right now and I'm kind of failing to close my mouth right now.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Zooey?" I finally reply after several seconds. "I'm the one who gets humiliated in some freak show disguised as therapy, and then you question what therapy is in my eyes? I think you should be asking Lara-Le that question instead of me, missy."
"You sure need to work on your manners, young man," responded Zooey.
"And you sure need to work on your common sense, miss. We're almost the same age, damn it!" I snapped.
"How are you so sure?" Zooey questions. "Let me see your ID card."
"Sure, whatever," I reply and show Zooey my ID card. She glances at it briefly and returns it to me shortly afterwards.
"Well, you got it wrong, lad. Your ID card indicates you're sixteen years old. So unless you faked your age, I'm in fact four years older than you," she says. "So I guess you weren't taught properly how to respect your elders either. Didn't your parents educate you properly?"
She's doing it on purpose. Just like everybody else. Why must I once again tell my horrible story more than once a day, even after I've gone through the tiniest details during the most recent time? Why cannot the Kingdom of Salvation take me home instead?
"If you really want to know," so I say, "my mother never bothered to educate me properly. All I was taught was that some sort of god is supposed to watch over me and all I got was extreme violence from others while being stuck in Knothole for six years. And to make things worse, my dad disappeared. So don't you talk to me about proper education, because at least you had education."
"What, really? Sorry, I didn't know this," Zooey replied in awe.
"Yeah right, that's what they all say," I mutter. "After I told everything about my past to Lara-Le, and that I called Dr. Finitevus to take my mother to his place after she raped me, she just tried to beat me up."
"Wait a minute, those black eyes were Lara-Le's doing?" Zooey asked.
"Well yeah," I groan. "What do you want for that, a freaking medal?"
"Tails, relax," the yellow vixen replies. "So what the guards wrote here was all wrong. You beating Lara-Le up was just an act of self-defense. So she attacked you because you mentioned Finitevus?"
I nod. "Affirmative. Apparently he toys with his patients and makes them offerings to the devil and blah blah blah. Lara-Le's words, not mine. People like her are the main reason why I'm an atheist. People like her, the bullies from Knothole, and my mother."
"I understand you on this, Tails. To be honest, I'm an atheist too," replied Zooey. "But that's not the point. I'll tell the press that it was all-"
"No thanks, don't tell this directly to the press," I respond.
"Dude, if they hear you were acting with self-defense, this whole story will turn out for the better side," Zooey explained. "I'll just tell Lara-Le's bodyguards what really happened. Is that good enough?"
"Yes."
"Very well. I'll let you go now. Also, give me a call if you wish," Zooey said and gave me her business card.
"Thanks Zooey. I'll be off now," I say and get off the chair, but then something stopped me just as I was about to exit the room.
"So, going home now?" Zooey asked.
I shake my head. "I'm staying away from home for eternity. It's not safe for me there anymore," I reply. "I'm going to live somewhere else. Farewell, Zooey."
"Goodbye, Tails. And I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
-Point of view shift – Rosemary-
"Get in there, you raging whore!"
"Hey, gentle!"
Well, this is it. Those scantily-dressed echidnas tossed me into my new room after forcing me into those orange clothes. Even for two rather skinny echidnas, their physical strength is impressive. And now my butt hurts.
"That was not gentle!"
Now a new group of people starts staring at me. They were all wearing the same orange clothes that I have, but each one has their own differences. Well... not all of them.
"Hey baby, where did they catch you? In Emerald Coast?"
OK, that was an insulting start. This question came from a motherly rabbit in her early 40s, like me. Her clothes were torn to be scantier, by revealing her stomach, her cleavage, arms, and legs almost completely. She was also chewing some gum, and she blew a bubble after completing her question.
The rest of the group included a white-furred bat, a purple wolf-weasel wearing a cowboy hat, and two nude cats. They were all females, with the exception of the wolf-weasel.
Wait, are those cats really nude? Disgusting!
"What the hell are you talking about, madam?" I asked. "And what the hell are you wearing!? Excuse me, but you look like a whore!"
"Thanks for the compliment, sweetie," the slutty rabbit giggled and leaned forwards to me.
"Hey, back off!" I snapped, pushing her away. "And I wasn't caught in Emerald Coast, because I don't do the stuff you do."
"Yeah right, you must have done something," said the wolf-weasel. "And Vanilla, as much as I'd love to see you both get it on, I suggest you don't be so rough on her."
"That'd be so cute!" said the two nude cats before locking their lips ever so grossly.
"My god, you're all so revolting!" I sighed angrily, disgusted by those weirdoes' behavior.
"Sheesh sweet-cheeks, calm down," Vanilla the Rabbit replied nonchalantly. "You need to let yourself be free and not let those so-called orthodox principles of yours lock you inside your little bubble."
"No thank you Miss Vanilla, but I prefer being inside my little bubble for a while," I replied. It's funny that she was the one to talk to me about bubbles, and not the ha-ha type of funny.
"E-way ould-shay introduce-ay ourselves-ay, ight-ray?" said the bat all of a sudden.
"Definitely, she's a newcomer after all," said one of the nude cats.
"What the hell did she just say?" I ask in complete confusion.
"I'll explain shortly," the wolf-weasel said. "Vanilla, Hershey, and Sasha here were caught nude in public. Hershey and Sasha are a couple and they were taking it rather far."
"We had sex outside!" Hershey and Sasha the cats laughed.
"Save it!" I reply. "Continue, sir."
"Rouge is here because of a failed suicide attempt, and ever since she only speaks in Pig Latin. And I'm Nack, but you can call me Fang."
"OK Fang, so... why are you here?" I ask.
"Oh, no particular reason, honest," Fang answered. "By the way, did you know that Ozzy Osbourne stole my songs?"
"OK, I think I know why you're here," I sigh.
"No, really!" Fang continued. "All of his songs are my songs, all of his compositions are mine, all of his fans are mine, and all of his money is mine! Did you know that, huh!? Did you!?"
"Alright already, you've made your point clear!" I snapped at him.
"Eesh-shay, ake-tay an ill-chay ill-pay, amnit-day..." said Rouge.
"Could someone please translate her to me?" I ask.
"She just told you to relax," Hershey replied.
"This actually seems like the perfect time not to be relaxed," I reply. "How long have you all been here?"
"Hershey and I were thrown here yesterday," Sasha answered. "The others beat us in one day."
Well, that's just great. I'm barely ten minutes in here and I already have a feeling that even one day in here might drive the sanest creature on Mobius completely out of their minds so easily.
"Shouldn't you two at least wear something?" I mutter.
"No fucking way!" snapped Hershey. "My darling Sasha and I are nudists and we love it this way. Besides, Finitevus and his lackeys gave us an exemption."
"Don't you even have the least of decency!? You're in front of other people, for heaven's sake!" I respond.
"I don't hear any complaints," Sasha replied.
"Yeah, I'm not bothered by this at all," Fang added.
"Neither am I," Vanilla said in her slutty tone. "What about you, Rouge? Do you have any problems with this?"
"Egative-nay."
"See, sugartits? You lose."
"What did you just call me, you whorish klutz!?"
"Wow, you're so sexy when you're angry."
Just as I was about to take a swing at this bitch, I suddenly hear what seems to be a phone ringing, and its distraction caused me to destroy my movements almost immediately.
"Push the button, Fang," Sasha suddenly said. Fang nods and proceeds to approach a nearby phone, hanging on the wall behind the group.
"Talk to us, Rotor," he said.
"Uh, hello? Is that you, Fang?" said a voice from the other line.
"Yes," Fang replies, "any news about my stolen songs?"
"I'm not touching that subject now, Fang," Rotor replied. Why does this name sound familiar to me?
"What about my daughter, Rotor?" Vanilla asks.
"She'll be sent somewhere safe, I can assure you," responded Rotor. "I see you have a new member. Who is this?"
"Rosemary Prower, sir," I reply.
"Interesting," Rotor said. "Since you're new here, I might as well repeat the tutorial routine."
"What is he talking about?" I ask.
"Isten-lay," Rouge replied to me.
"Thank you Rouge," Rotor responds and continues. "As I said before, you all must escape from here as soon as possible. It's dangerous here."
"Why? Just because of a bunch of indecently-dressed echidnas?" I asked.
"They're no laughing matter, Rosemary. Besides, they're not the only dangers," Rotor replied. "Haven't you heard about recent disappearances?"
Before I had any chances to ask Rotor anything, Fang explained to me: "Bark the Polar Bear, Bean the Dynamite, and Jack Rabbit have recently disappeared and nothing was heard from them ever since."
"However, my theory is that they haven't really disappeared," Rotor replied.
"What do you mean?" I ask him once again.
"I'm not entirely sure, but you shouldn't leave this room for the night, let's leave it that way," Rotor answered nervously.
"OK... I apologize for asking this, but why are you telling us all this?"
"Just between us," Vanilla says quietly while placing her hand on my shoulder, an action that makes me feel rather uncomfortable, "Rotor works for Finitevus undercover so we could all get out of here and return to our lives," she continues.
"Be careful where you're putting that hand..." I say nervously, noticing the mother rabbit's hand crawling lower. Wait, don't touch me there! Not on my tit!
"And the sooner we get out, the sooner..." she starts groping it. No, stop! "I'll get to lay my hands on your awesome figure," she said in her disturbingly sluttish tone and licked my cheek.
"Get off me!" I shout, pushing her away again.
"I see you're quite busy, so I'll grant you some new info tomorrow night. In the meantime, try catching some shut eye. With my upcoming escape plan, I estimate you could all get out of here by five nights. And remember, do NOT leave the room just yet. Out there might be monsters. Rotor out," Rotor said and hung up.
"Monsters? Ha, I don't believe in monsters," I chuckle.
"Oh, really?" Fang replies. "Rouge, guitar please!"
The bat nods and takes out a classic guitar. Oh my, is Fang going to sing now? I could tell the answer was yes once Rouge started playing while Vanilla and the nude cat couple provided hand claps and a-capella effects.
"Long ago there lived a monster, who rose up from the deep. He terrorized the jungle, allowed Mobius no sleep. He attacked the jungle animals, left mothers' cubs to weep. So the Mobians took action and set out to trap the creep! Do you believe in monsters, from ancient history? Do you believe that we were sitting pretty, till he rose from the lost city hungrily? Do you believe in monsters, flying from the sky? Do you believe you'll catch that puma addict with a little mathematics you'll apply?"
The ladies cheered as Fang finished singing and bowed, taking off his hat. He actually left me speechless, though I don't know whether it was because of the preposterous lyrics, or because of his remarkable rocker-sounding voice.
"Thank you, you're a great audience," the wolf-weasel said.
"Singing again, Fang!?" a booming voice suddenly bellowed.
It definitely startled me, especially when footsteps were suddenly heard. Seconds later, an albino echidna with black eyes with red rings around them, yellow pupils, wearing black accessories and cape, and grey gloves and shoes made of material which I am currently not bothering to recognize, made his appearance in our room. This yellow diamond on his head is also really distracting. As if the room isn't crowded enough without him.
"Oh, hey there doc..." Fang said nervously.
"Let me guess, did Ozzy Osbourne steal this song from you as well?" the elderly echidna grins.
"No comment," Fang responded.
"Good answer, handsome," Vanilla snickered.
"Yes," the echidna nods, "it's indeed good, because you really need to get off your crazy train, Fang. You've already gone off the rails. All of you have."
"You're this notorious Dr. Finitevus everyone's been talking about?" I ask.
"I don't know if I would use that term, but I am pretty well-known all over this bizarre planet," Dr. Finitevus chuckled. "So, I see you've all been doing your initiations for your new friend here."
"Es-yay, ir-say," Rouge replied.
"Looks like we still need to work on your speech, Rouge," Finitevus said while looking at a bunch of papers. "So, Rosemary Prower, is it? Well, your son must have been extraordinarily depressed if he sent you all the way here rather than some other amateur rehab facility. Because trust me, you're in very big trouble."
I was hoping he wouldn't mention Miles in any way, shape, or form. Because of this little heretic tattletale I'm stuck here with these weirdoes. The same weirdoes that are now looking at me with widened eyes, with the exception of the doctor himself who still leers at me with that mocking face of his. Cold sweat starts filling my head, slowly descending across my red hair and soaking my fur as well.
"Would you mind telling us exactly why your son apparently told on you?" Hershey suddenly asked me.
"Yes, why don't you tell your new friends here the exact case of your little visit to my clinic?" the doctor adds.
"Oh my, look at the time! Shouldn't we be sleeping?" I reply.
"True to that, they always say that time rushes when we have fun," Finitevus chuckled. "Anyways, five nights and you'll all be fixed. Time to catch some shut eye. Good night everyone," he said and left the room.
"I'll tell you everything in the morning, I'm tired like hell," I said.
"Yeah, hopefully I'll be able to think of a way to return my stolen songs," Fang yawns. "Making references to another one of my songs that I wrote on my own... how low of him... using my own lyrics... against me..."
"You have my permission to use my pillows as b- I mean, my boobs as pillows, you sexy foxy lady," Vanilla harasses me with her alluring voice and her warm tongue on my cheeks.
Shit. I'm having those thoughts again.
"In your dreams, bitch!" I snap again.
"Sheesh, relax already," Vanilla responded, probably pretending to be offended. "Oh well. It's a free country, baby. Though sooner or later you will succumb to my magic."
"Vanilla, please shut up, and Rosemary shut up, and I will also shut up, and let's go to sleep already," Fang mutters and yawns before falling asleep.
He's right. I should be going to sleep indeed. Hershey and Sasha already found company near Rouge. Unfortunately, I found myself trapped within Vanilla's touch. Damn it, she's really strong when she's asleep. I can't release my boobs from her hands! Oh well, better to just cope with it and sleep rather than letting this crap prevent me from sleeping. Five nights and I'll be outta here.
-Point of view shift – Sally-
Well, that was a fine breakfast. With the water back, it feels like things are starting to get more normal here. That's what I hope at least. Those frogs are still here, and we're not having an easy time to get rid of them. I already saw someone running away from them from outside the window.
Mom and I are sitting on one of our luxurious couches in the living room. Grandma and Nicole were still tired, so they went to take a nap. We were nude again, in the middle of a make-out session. Even if what we're doing is allegedly forbidden, I don't want this ever to stop. No matter what that hideous butterfly is trying to tell us.
"Look mom, they're talking about Tails on the news!" I said. Yes, we're watching the news on TV. Something about what they're telling seems really out of character for Tails. My sweet man involved in a violence incident? There must be a better explanation for this.
"How can Tails do such a thing? Beating up an older woman who was trying to help him?" mom replied to me. "Besides, what was he doing at her clinic so early in the morning?"
"I don't want to know what the reason was," I sighed. "Thinking about it only makes my guts hurt."
"I'm sure we will hear a proper explanation for all this mess when Tails finally comes back from there," mother said and stroked my face. This action finally made me smile again.
"And when he does," I said and stroked mom's belly, "the party will start once again."
"I bet he's on his way to the castle as we speak," mother grinned as I poked a finger into her belly button. "With Tails living with us, I'm sure it'll help the situation lean for the better side once again."
"I'm so glad you're letting Tails stay here and live with us," I giggled and licked mom's left nipple. "We need to compensate on all the time we lost together because of Rosemary."
"I'm sure she'll get what she deserves too. Though I hope it won't be too harsh. Everyone should have a certain line that shouldn't be crossed," mother said.
"Kind of ironic that it's coming from you," I chuckled.
"Why are you saying that, babe?" mom giggled while fondling me. "My line just has very specific standards, you know."
"I should know indeed, dear mother," I smiled sweetly at mom. But not for long. "I just can't stop wondering what made Rosemary hate us so much."
"I must have been because of the first time I fucked her. But something made me do it. Something stronger than your dad leaving me for her," mom said and started licking my face while still playing with my breasts. "I just can't really put my finger on it."
"You told me something about Blaze, right? Something about an old visit three years ago?" I asked. Mother nodded and kept licking me. "When Tails arrives, we may be able to get to the bottom of this."
"And to your bottom too," mom chuckled and groped my butt. "But in the meantime, let's have some fun," she added and started licking lower after giving my tits a gentle suckle. "Would you let me and grandma try him too?"
"Uh, sure mommy, if you want," I laugh as mom kept licking me. I made sure to keep her hands on my breasts, to the point of playing with my piercings as well. I knew mom loved the touch, so all I was doing was just making her enjoy this more. She wants me to enjoy her tongue as well, so basically it's just mutual enjoyment. Who determined that such kind of enjoyment hurts anyone? Are we hurting someone? I hope not.
"Mommy, I'm close! Don't stop!" I moaned as mom didn't cease her licking even for a nanosecond. Wow, Tails' jargon is really hitting me now!
Mother held my hand as my juices started soaking her face, which I later helped her clean with my own tongue. She then granted me another chance to feed her my milk.
"It's a good thing that your piercings do not interfere with breastfeeding," mom giggled.
"Although that's true, I still think I should refill my supply very soon," I responded.
"That's what our special wine is for," replied mother. "Still sweet as usual. Yummy."
"It really makes me wonder what'd happen to Tails if he were to drink from it," I said. "But I have a feeling we may be able to find out very shortly."
Mother nodded. Then we hear a knock on our door. "What is it?" mother shouts.
"Your highness," Antoine the guard called form the other side, "there's someone who wants to see Princess Sally outside. Permission to let him in?"
"Yes Antoine, let him in," I replied. I walked to the door after assuming Antoine had left. And there he was, wearing a small backpack and lowering his ears in tiredness and despair.
"May I live here with you, Sally?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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