Tails - Miles Prower if anybody wanted to get formal, and nobody ever did - stood hunched over the engine bay of the [i]Tornado,[/i] his famous plane. This was Tails in his element: grubby, oily, wrench in hand, always tuning and optimizing. When he wasn't tuning, he was flying. And when he wasn't flying, he was at Sonic's side, either for a friendly race or on an adventure.

When Tails wasn't tuning, racing, or adventuring, he was oftentimes being used. It had become such a common thing that the young fox no longer complained - and he enjoyed making his friends happy. Young and taut, so sexually immature he could not ejaculate, Tails' two-tailed rump was very often the recipient of probing fingers, penises, and tongues.

Most every male in the vicinity was familiar with Tails, having fucked or been sucked by the sweet young fox. Others were more inclined to help him explore himself, and with some assistance, the fox had brushed against orgasms, though they never amounted to more than shivers of pleasure and shameful dribbles of urine. Even females had their way with him; the thieving bat in particular had a tendency to steal him away and do titillating things to him. Tails did not yet appreciate the finer aspects of pussy, but was enamored by her large breasts. He loved to rub his face in them and lick her nipples.

Tails heard the footsteps on the tile floor of his garage. They sounded like bare feet - uncommon, but not unheard of. His ears flicked, and he asked politely, "Who's there?"

"A friend," cooed a wonderfully soft voice. It was very nearly the voice of an angel, so delicate it was. A male voice, sweeter than Tails' own, which already was famously endearing.

Though calmed by the gentle voice, Tails was curious about its unfamiliarity. From up on his stepladder, he turned and saw a goat. His frame was small, that of a preteen child, but his flaccid penis dangled to mid-thigh handily. Other than his penis, his form was inoffensive and calming to behold, although Tails had never seen a goat with such short, pointed horns before.

The fox smiled. He stayed on his stepladder but turned his body somewhat. "Hi there. I've never seen you before."

The goat smiled right back. "No? Well I've heard of you. You're Tails!" At this he caressed one of Tails' tails. The fur of both his tails - and on his body in general - was soft, pillowy. Youth gave him a fine coat of fur to match his small body.

The goat's unfamiliarity did not unnerve Tails; he was charmed by the goat's appearance and his ruby-red eyes, which seemed to exude warmth and charm. "Yeah, I'm Tails," he giggled. "What's your name?"

"Why, me? My name is hardly important," the goat demurred. "But if you're truly curious - you can call me Kapricus. Kap for short."

"Kapricus," Tails murmured, getting a feel for the name. "That's an unusual name."

"Well, so is Tails," Kap said with a wink. "Nickname though it may be."

A queer smile spread across Tails' snout. He felt a shiver of malice from Kapricus - an adult feeling, complex and heady even for the intelligent young tinkerer. The sensation passed without remark. Tails had no way of knowing Kapricus was not of his world: a demon brought across the void by vulgar power more mighty than even that of the Chaos Emeralds.

Kapricus held Tails by the hips, turning the fox so he again faced his prized plane. As the pronounced curves of Tails' buttocks came to face him, Kapricus shuddered with repulsive delight, for this was an ass he had crossed dimensions to have. Why the fox titillated him so, he could chalk up only to whimsy - which even demons were known to possess, it being a natural component of a wicked trickster.

"Work on your plane," cooed Kapricus as he pulled apart the boy's ass cheeks. His penis began to stiffen, glans peeking from the pucker of his foreskin, soon to bare itself fully. Thick globules of precum already welled at its tip and dribbled onto the tile in soft, pattering drops.

Perfect and pink, as flawless as a perfect diamond, Tails' small anus winked at Kapricus. The demon knew of the daily fuckings the fox received and it [i]angered[/i] him how flippantly the boy was used. Not one of them savored his anus the way it deserved to be savored; none drank the wine of its immature musk. Kapricus buried his nostrils between the pillowy cheeks. Tails' anus kissed his nose, and with this, the fox uttered a heart-melting yip.

Kapricus snuffled hungrily as he partook of Tails' smell. The fox was hygienic, but the smell of anal musk was forever there; its smell was delicate but its power over the goat was remarkable. Every sniff, every snort helped the goat's penis to throb, to spit a wad of precum. His soft white paws fondled the fox's hips, capering along perfect thighs, coming up to caress the flaccid penis, small balls. The immaturity and the innocence enhanced the flavor of the fox and Kapricus found himself longing to fuck Tails until the fox could take no more.

"U-um, nobody's ever-, um, sniffed my-," Tails murmured, blushing a hot red, feeling that queer sensation again, but mixed into it was the kind of uncertain pleasure he felt at times when being rimmed or fucked - but not quite the true pleasure he received when his immature erections were abused. The goat was somewhere between the two extremes with his self-indulgent snuffling and fondling. Tails felt ambivalence for the first time in his life.

Tails attempted to work on the Tornado, but his paws were clumsy. Kapricus' deep, nasal sucking bothered him, yet fascinated him. Like any little boy, Tails could easily be persuaded into trying new things, and he began to wonder what exactly the fuss was about smelling his bottom. In no way did Tails find it a disgusting thought - he was far too conditioned to anal play for that.

"Can I-, um, could I get down, Kap?" Tails asked, his words shaky, even afraid.

Kapricus picked up on the uncertainty even in this flushed state and drew back, but not without a parting snuffle. He unhanded the fox's cheeks and cooed, "Of course you can, Tails."

"Thanks," Tails murmured, stepping down with shaky legs. He tried to put his wrench on his toolbox but dropped it, sending it clattering to the floor. He thought of bending over to collect it, but stopped and let it lie. "I've gotta go see Sonic about something," he said with as much confidence as he could muster. He did not meet the goat's eyes, which seemed colder now.

"Don't be silly, Tails," Kapricus cooed, touching the fox's shoulder. He applied a gentle squeeze - gentle by a demon's standards. Tails winced, then nodded sharply.

"I won't leave," he said, and though Tails was a brave child, he could not entirely hide his fear.

The goat, smiling, pulled Tails in close. The oil in the fox's fur was no bother; he had been covered in worse. Gently he kissed the fox's lips, and Tails kissed back automatically. Kisses were another pleasure he had been conditioned to enjoy. The fox asked bluntly with nose close to Kap's, "Is that smell from my butt?"

Kapricus grinned, rubbing noses with Tails. The musky scent of the fox's anus was ground into Kap's nose, and it now passed into Tails' nostrils. "It most definitely is," Kapricus affirmed. "Would you believe, Tails, that I traveled a very long way to smell your rump?" He hugged the fox closer; his erection frotted with Tails' small, flaccid penis, bullying it around easily. But this firm rubbing was coaxing the fox stiff, however meaningless his erections were at this age.

"Why would you want to smell my butt?" Tails asked, genuinely baffled yet blushing, smiling.

"Because it's [i]perfect,"[/i] sighed Kapricus, and his paws again found the fox's rear. As he fondled and kneaded, he cooed in a voice more waxing poetic than conversing, "So flawless and round, the rim so pink, so perfect, its stink so immature yet heady, oh yes, a flawless behind, yes-yes."

In awkward imitation, Tails cupped the cheeks of Kapricus' behind, which featured a pleasing, plump curve. The fox understood in vague terms that his own rump was desired both by familiar faces and the unfamiliar goat, but he did not know exactly why. He had no particular fondness for Kap's behind, nor did he understand what made it attractive. But the goat softly cooed and his smile widened, and that made Tails smile.

"Is my butt really that good?" asked Tails, looking away from Kapricus.

"Tails, you've no [i]idea[/i] how flawless and fine your rump is. If you only knew the distances I've crossed to smell it." He kissed the fox's cheek, licked him, dragged his tongue over Tails' nose in a sensuous slurp. The fox giggled sheepishly.

"I guess everyone likes my butt," the fox sighed, smiling in a lopsided way. "They all love to-, to do stuff to it..."

The goat's eyes seemed to flicker like embers. "Oh, I am aware," he said haughtily. "They [i]use[/i] you. I will do so much more, Tails. Please. Show me where you sleep."

Only the bat ever joined Tails in bed; all others had him in the hangar, quick and dirty. Nervously, Tails led the goat inside his small, but cozy hut. All along the brief walk, Kap studied Tails' bottom closely, smile never leaving his lips.

"This is my bed," the fox explained, gesturing to a small, soft-looking cot in a wooden frame nestled into the corner. A bookshelf in the wall beside it housed various tomes and manuals about aviation.

Kapricus took his young mark by the shoulders and pushed him against the bed. Tails fell against it with a yip, his trademark tails twisting momentarily into a helix. He looked back at Kapricus with alarm in his eyes. Nobody had ever been so rough with him - at least at first. He asked in a small voice, "Are you gonna hurt me?"

"Why would I want to [i]hurt[/i] you?" tutted Kapricus, pulling open Tails' ass cheeks once more. He brought his lips closer to the crack, hawked, and spat a heavy wad of slobber onto the fox's rim. With his thumb, he rubbed it in until the pucker bore a shine. Gently sinking his thumb, he spread the drool inside of Tails as well. Softly the fox groaned. Kap cooed, "Easy now, little fox. The fun has yet to begin."

"Sometimes," Tails murmured, speaking from a place of childlike shame, "I really like when my friends put stuff inside me... it hurts a little bit, but it makes me feel good."

A wide smile crested on Kap's snout. He pulled with his thumb, tugging open Tails' anal ring, exposing a glimpse of the vibrant pink inside. The goat smelled the fox's rim in this way, and the smell was a hint more musky. Kapricus shivered, allowing his tail - long and whiplike with a spade for a tip - to curl and swipe in the air.

"That, Tails," he cooed, "is what makes anal sex such a pleasure. That little bit of pain even when one is accustomed to its rigors - that makes it worthwhile." He kissed the fox's damp pucker with no small amount of indulgence. His tongue plunged into the depths, slathering firmly against the boy's inner walls.

Tails softly moaned, balling up the thin blue topsheet of his bed in his paws. His tails swished, writhing not unlike the way his toes curled in his sneakers. "Ooh, mister Kap," he cooed, little penis stiffening, uncircumcised and no greater than three inches in length. It frotted the bed, leaving no smears, no stains.

Kapricus' own shaft was sloppy and mature. It hung in midair fully erect, its many inches busy with subtle veins, its pinkish head fully exposed. He reached down and palmed it, squeezed it. Self-abuse and the taboo flavor of the anticipated fox had Kapricus on edge. He drew back his tongue sharply, and a spatter of drool flew from his lips. Tails' anus, coated so thoroughly in saliva, gleamed like a piece of hard candy.

The goat clambered over Tails. Though a match for the boy in size and apparent age, his manner was swift and adult, his strength vastly greater than his size would suggest. As he hunched over Tails and hugged the fox, Tails felt neither safe nor loved in this familiar, gay embrace. Even the goat's penis nudging at his ass cheeks seemed alien and  creepy.

"Mister Kap," the fox said, almost whining, pleading.

"Hush, mister Prower," Kapricus chuckled. He guided his pulsing, pink shaft to the fox's pucker, feeling without looking. Its tip dragged across fur, then nudged into the soft fleshy rim. Tails whined quietly. Kapricus pressed inside and Tails whined again, more noisily.

"You're too big," the fox groaned. "You're bigger than everyone else..."

"I know I am," huffed Kapricus. He nuzzled the boy's ears, nibbled them until they flitted and flicked. Deeper he sank, thick young goat meat gouging Tails' anal passage open. The slobber was a passable lubricant, his precum much more suitable. A shudder passed through his youthful body and he said down in the cup of an ear, "Would you care to guess where I came from, Tails?"

Tails was trembling with pain. Tears filled his eyes - tears of pain, tears from a terror he could not place. "I-I don't-, I don't know," he stammered, and he touched himself, rubbing his hard little penis, fondling it through his oily gloves. He trembled and he cried.

Kapricus pressed against Tails, stout hips compressing round cheeks. A ruler would have told Tails that Kapricus was ten inches, give or take; pain told him that the goat was simply too big.

The goat began to fuck Tails. He adored the fox, and it had been a perverse goal to smell and taste the boy, but Kapricus fucked him, raped him. His balls, hanging low and dripping sweat, swatted the snug coinpurse of Tails' prepubescent scrotum.

Deep into an ear, his words resonant and unfitting such a small goat, Kapricus said: "I come from far away, Tails, so much farther than you could imagine. I come to you from between dimensions, from a place of fire and suffering and [i]pain.[/i] Pain, Tails, is the most visceral of sensations, the most enjoyable. Pleasure, your body is not yet ready for; but pain, the youngest bodies know pain intimately. Do you feel pain now? Does this hurt you, Tails?"

"Yes-, yes it does," Tails bleated, but beside the pain was a horrible, adult feeling of terror. He intuited something horrid about Kapricus, and his young mind struggled to make sense of the nightmarish sensation the once-friendly goat's presence brought. "Please, leave me alone," said Tails timidly and softly, the same tone and nearly the same words he had used when his first molestation - at the burly hands of the echidna - had taken place. That he had grown to tolerate, then somewhat enjoy. Kapricus' foul love was something he believed he would never want.

"No," said Kapricus flatly, and not without some anger. It was the demon's understanding that this fox, this rare perfect mortal should be thankful for what he now received. He bit one of Tails' ears, puncturing it with small, sharp fangs very unlike a goat. Tails' high shriek evoked a feeling of bloodlust in Kapricus, what might be seen as a prey drive in a mortal.

He hissed into Tails' bleeding ear, speaking above the sniveling of the young fox, "You are [i]mine,[/i] fox, I have selected you and you alone!" His hips slammed into the fox's rear, making cheeks round with baby fat wobble alluringly. Tails was raw inside, his anal flesh unaccustomed to such girth and roughness, for even the echidna - his roughest lover by far - was very nearly romantic compared to Kap's violence.

The goat grunted deeply, savagely as he raped Tails. From the fox came yowls and cries, babbled pleas, the words spilling like the tears pouring from his eyes. He pawed at Kapricus, smacked at him, and oh, did the goat cherish the defiance. The goat bit lower, and harder: his fangs plunged into the fox's neck, passing by pillowy orange fluff to stab into boyflesh like vampire teeth. And the blood which oozed, rich and arterial, did satisfy Kapricus who did not need to drink blood, but who savored its texture, scent, and flavor.

Tails bellowed for help, screaming until his voice began to crack as if puberty had suddenly overtaken him. The goat reached back into his own ass as if reaching into a back pocket. Two fingers he smeared around the rim of his pucker; a simple swab would do for the inexperienced fox.

Kap brought his fingers to Tails' snout. At first the fox bit him, even drew blood, and Kapricus moaned. Then he smeared his musky digits across the boy's nostrils and Tails halted, then gagged. Kapricus sneered and said to the fox, "Mine is a scent unlike anything you'll find on even the most masculine of your friends, Tails! Savor this!"

The fox struggled, but Kapricus, making use of his other fuzzy paw, held the fox's head in place. He pressed the fingers against Tails' nostrils and left no other choice but to sniff. The fox's maw was not restrained - but he chose to breathe with his nose. The smell was deep, foul, a wretched stench he had no comparison to. Yet the smell also enthralled him, made him gentle and pliant. As if his body had a different reaction than his mind, he gagged several more times, yet continued to smell the demon's rich musk. In time Kapricus had no need for restraint, and Tails smelled the musky fingers eagerly. His small, stiff erection pulsated harder than it ever had before, more powerfully than it had during the bat's most titillating moments.

Kapricus, grinning with bloody lips, rammed his member into the fox as if laying siege to his rear. It bruised the fox, stretched him painfully wide, but Tails felt no pain, knowing only pleasure even as his body gagged and his stomach flip-flopped.

"Soon," Kapricus huffed, feeling that familiar snugness in his balls, the tension in every muscle, "soon, you can smell it from the source. And then you'll understand what a boon it is to be selected by I, Kapricus."

Tails murmured an inattentive nonanswer which the goat hardly minded.

Kapricus pushed into the fox again and again, relentlessly hammering the boy's behind. He gasped and he grabbed for the fox's shoulders, depriving Tails of his fix, leaving the fox whining and writhing. Ribbons of uncommonly hot semen flowed into Tails, a deluge of demon cum filling the boy's bowels. Tails whimpered beneath him, complaining of the painful heat. Kapricus, made mildly more polite by his climax, told the fox to still his tongue unless he wished it ripped free.

The demon drew back his penis slowly, and he watched the fox's anal rim as he did. It brought a tremendous smile to his face when he saw the cum leaking free. Tails shuddered at its evacuation, for its heat was painful, nearly enough to scald flesh.

Kapricus, satisfied but by no means done with the fox, climbed onto the bed and purposefully sat on the boy's pillow. Tails, still hunched over his bed with spent semen loping down his thighs, looked sidelong at the demon with a weary eye.

"Come now, Tails," Kap cooed, lifting his sack. He exposed the run of his taint, the pink bud of his anus, everything glinting with sweat. "Smell."

Tails climbed onto the bed slowly, wincing frequently from anal pain, and once pausing to touch his neck where blood had gummed in his fur. His penis was stiff like a small pointing finger. He nosed into the demon's anus with no hesitation at all. His first whiff from the source was wretched and he gagged, then leaned over the edge of his bed. He retched and heaved, but never quite vomited. Then he came right back, and he smelled again, this time holding back his body's rejection of the stink. He shuddered and he smelled again, harder, snorting now. A groan passed through his small body; his eyes glazed.

Kapricus, smiling sweetly, petted over the fox's head. He cooed to young Tails, "Touch yourself. Feel how hard my smell makes you, Tails!"

The fox did touch himself. He fingered the small, foreskin-covered head of his penis and he whimpered, because the feeling was indescribable but wonderful. Another snort, for Tails was famished for the goat's musk, and another gag, but Tails still fingered his penis. He rubbed and pinched it, and then he tugged on it the way the bat sometimes did. When she did it, he felt tingly and funny and really nice; but now he felt all of that and something so much more. He writhed and he groaned and he smelled the demon's rich anal musk and did not gag.

Tails played with himself until his small cock became too sensitive to touch, and he yanked away his gloved paw as if he had burned himself. Whimpering and huffing alternately, Tails very nearly had an orgasm. His body had no semen to offer, but from his cock came a few spurts of urine. He gasped as he messed his bed, whining to himself in shame, "I don't pee in bed anymore, I don't-"

The fox cut himself off with a deep shudder. Every inch of his body seemed to have current running through it, and his penis and bladder especially felt charged. He wanted to hold it in but the harder he tried, the less he could restrain himself. With Kap's scent swimming in his head and his anal rape forgotten or forgiven, Tails wet his bed completely, loosing every drop of pee he had to give.

From Kapricus came a satisfied giggle, a princely sound. He ruffled the fox's ears. "I knew you would be perfect, Tails," said Kap, over the hungry snuffles of the fox. The room reeked of potent demon musk and urine. "Now you may relax, and you may smell me all you wish. Your body belongs to me, and me alone."