Birthday Bird

For Jet.

	Jet skidded his Extreme Gear to an abrupt stop outside the front of the bounty hunter's hideout, kicking up a cloud of irritable dust to mark his arrival. Whatever Nack wanted had better be good, the bird wasn't in the mood to suffer time wasters; certainly not while he was earnestly hunting for some missing property.
	The weasel-wolf enjoyed keeping a low profile, and his hideout in the Great Forest certainly showcased that fact. Well, if it could be found. Had it not been for their past dealings Jet wouldn't have had a clue where to go, but as it was he was already well acquainted with the bounty hunter. In fact, if anything Nack owed him after a recent incident of pulling the purple weasel-wolf out of a particularity hostile situation.
	Jet stood holding his board, staring angrily at the metal door set into the mound of earth. The bunker was certainly well disguised but it would be all for nothing if Nack didn't soon open the damn door.

	As if Nack could sense the threat of a Bashoen attack destroying the front of his bunker, the door creaked open. 

	“This better be worth my time Nack.” Jet snarled as the brim of the weasel-wolf's signature hat came into view from around the door. “I'm busy.” Jet growled as he pushed past and strode into the hideout without so much as a hello or an invite to enter.
	“Yeah, I know. Word around is you lost something.” The purple weasel-wolf replied as he shut the reinforced door and slid the metal bolts across. Force of habit, you didn't become the most wanted bounty hunter on Mobius by leaving your front door open. “Not like you though. I thought you were more careful...”
	Jet ground his beak while giving his eyes a desperate rub. He hadn't just come out all this way to be taunted by the wolf-weasel, had he? The hawk turned, his face fuming with rage as his narrowed eyes settled on Nack. If looks could kill, Jet's would have shot holes through the weasel-wolf, and taken out the hideout wall in a split second.
	“Get to the point.”
	“Whoa whoa...” Nack took a step back and raised his hands in semi-serious surrender. He knew better than to agitate an already irate avian, that is, if he didn't want his hideout decimated by a tornado erupting out of it. “Easy now. You're going to want to hear me out on this one,” Nack explained, “Today is your birthday right?”
	“Maybe. What the hell is it to you?” Jet sneered, tightening his grip on his Bashoen behind his back. 
	The weasel-wolf didn't reply, instead letting a sly smile creep across his face as he walked across the main room to another metal door.
	“Well, I got you a little something...” Nack said, pushing the door open and tilting his head implying the hawk should take a look. 

There, tied with his hands behind his back against one of the walls of the room, and looking rather dishevelled with a white cloth gag was a two-tailed fox. Tails' glare was fixed on the pair as they entered.
	Jet stood in the doorway, momentarily shocked. He certainly wasn't expecting this. 
	“Where...did you find him?”
	“Eh, I was on my way back here a few days ago. And what do I see? But this one walking right over my bunker.” Nack said, taking his hat off and giving it a casual brush with his hand. “I guess he was looking for Knothole. Didn't seem right though, him being collared and all with no sign of you nearby.”
	Jet nodded absently and walked towards the bound fox. His attention tuning out of the bounty hunter's story and instead focusing elsewhere; down to the metal collar fixed tightly around the fox's neck. This shouldn't have been able to happen. The whole point of the collar was he should have known exactly where the mutt was at all times. The bird reached out, ignoring the muffled growl and shake of the orange body as he ran his finger around the tight collar.

	Short-circuit the GPS module did you? How very clever, pup...

	“Got to say, you struck lucky with this one Jet.” Nack continued, leaning casually in the doorway with a successful grin across his face, “If he hadn't got that collar around his neck...”
	Jet's attention pulled back up and swung around in an abrupt U-turn back to the weasel-wolf with a scrutinising glare. A few days was a long time, more than long enough for a opportunistic bounty hunter to do something. 
	“Oh no. I didn't touch him.” Nack quickly reassured, adjusting the brim of his hat. He of all Mobians knew just how attached the hawk was to his property. A fact he'd discovered first hand a while ago, and wasn't in any rush to reacquaint himself with again. “I figured this one was off limits. Although...he did offer...if it meant letting him go-”.
	Turning back to the bound fox Jet stared angrily into those determined blue eyes, not uttering a word. The surprise and curiosity that had occupied the bird instead started to boil over into something new; rage. Pure, unspoken rage which started to course through the bird's veins. It was the same rage the hawk had felt when he had discovered Tails had gone missing, but now made all the more potent with a seasoning of betrayal.
	What happened next took even Nack by surprise, wiping the otherwise characteristic smile from the weasel-wolf's face. Breaking the impasse Jet's clenched fist came up, and then, drove into the side of the bound fox's head in a effortless punch. The force of the right hook sent Tails' head rolling to the side with a loud muffled groan. 
	Nack fidgeted, uncertain what to say. It was obvious the bird was now in a violent rage and at this point his own safety, if not that of his entire hideout was probably best served by him giving the avian some space. “Well... I'll leave you two to, er, sort this out.” Nack excused, making his exit and pulling the door closed. 
	The bird didn't turn to watch Nack leave, instead his razor sharp gaze was fixed on the groaning fox, who was shaking his head to try and clear the ringing in his ear. It wasn't until the metal click of the latch was heard did Jet say anything at all.

	“You. Never. Offer. Yourself. To. Anyone. Except. Me.”

	Jet's words were blunt, clear, and full of intense jealously. His narrow eyes, buried themselves into Tails' dazed own.
	“Look at me.” Jet slipped a hand under Tails' chin and lifted the fox's head. “Bad puppy! I said, look at me...”
	Tails blinked a few more times, the green hawk slowly coming back into focus in time to feel the bird's tongue slide across his face.
	“Don't think I'll forget this, fuckpup. Did you think you could just walk out on me?...” Jet snarled, giving the fox's chin a rough squeeze.
	In fact, Tails had never thought he'd have been able to. Jet had been extremely careful about ensuring the fox's continued captivity for the last few months using every piece of equipment at his disposal. First there was the collar complete with GPS and electric shock functions (a little surprise Tails had found out the hard way). Then there were the leashes, sealed windows, restraints, cameras and not to mention cages. Jet had held the two-tailed fox in a makeshift prison, all designed to stop the Freedom Fighter from escaping but also, conveniently, to prevent anyone trying to break in.  
	“Grummphh...” Tails growled into the gag, a renewed anger pulling at his brow.
	“What was that, pup?”
	Jet grinned and slid his finger over the cloth gag, prodding it further into Tails' mouth. As much as he'd love to hear what the fox had to say for himself, right now, he'd missed those muffled sounds.
	“Oh that's right, you're gagged.” Jet smirked, giving the gag another prod. “For the best. Like we agreed before, puppies don't need to talk, do they?”
	Concealed behind him, Tails pulled on the ropes trying to work them free from around his wrists. A pointless endeavour, given the talent of the one responsible for tying them in the first place. Still Tails wasn't to know that, but what the fox did know more-so than anyone on Mobius was what Jet was like, and, how casually vicious the hawk could be. The bird was unpredictable to say the least as to how he expressed his frustrations. Sometimes it would be with violence, sometimes through lust or even more worryingly, through both at the same time. And where Jet's lust was concerned, it was wild, ravenous, and the fox believed, truly insatiable. 
	Jet grinned and lowered his hand between his legs to give himself a needy squeeze. Just thinking about this fox had always been enough to arouse the bird, not to mention seeing the two-tailed mutt tied up after being deprived of him for a week. The rage Jet had felt only moments before was evolving into something else; pay back. Lust fuelled, relentless payback. He'd teach this puppy what the consequence was of escaping him.
	“A week, puppy. A whole week of searching and disappointment is what you gave me.” Jet snarled, “Do you know what state my Gear is in?” The proud bird continued, “You're sure as hell going to pay it all back, and then some.”
	Tails shivered as he felt the thin, pointed slick tip of Jet's tongue slide again across his face. He tried to turn his head,  only to be met with a rough grab between his ears and a yank to keep it still.
	“Mmmm...You've given me a lot of time to think about what I'd do if I found you again.” Jet leant in, his dangerous beak mere millimetres away from Tails' flicking ear. “I'm going to fucking destroy you, bitch...”
	For all the angry determination Tails' eyes showed, there was a flicker of a widening. A spark of worry, that suddenly made the fox's body noticeably squirm and yearn for escape. Tails' ears twitched against the brooding breathing coming from the bird; restrained, controlled breaths that sounded like they were on the cusp of loosing all patience. 
	“What's the matter, getting uncomfortable, pup?” Jet said with a grin, licking his razor sharp yellow beak. “Well, let me help you!”
	Jet's hand shot out, and closed around Tails' neck and squeezed.
	“GRUUHKK!”
	A chorus of choked gurgling sounds uncontrollably forced their way out of Tails' mouth straight into the gag. The hawk tilted his head and scrutinised the gasping fox, as a predator might curiously circle wounded prey. The truth was Jet was infatuated with this kitsune; both mentally and physically. But the long-term plan was more than that. The fox was the key to getting back at him...

	Him. That stuck up rodent. Selfishly claiming all the limelight leaving us others to try and shine in his shadow. Fuck him. One day I'll be there to see him crawling in the dirt of Mobius, my boot on his back, broken by what I've done to him. Not unlike his two-tailed friend here...

	Tails' face started to redden. The whites of his cheek fur turning a subtle shade of crimson as he was deprived of much needed oxygen. Jet grinned on, his hand casually squeezing tighter before giving the suffocating fox another lewd lick up and down his abused face.
	“GRUUSHHK..IIUCK-”
	“Oh I've missed this, pup. You make all the right noises.” Jet sneered, digging his fingertips into that neck fur. “You don't know how boring it's been not having you around.”
	Just as Tails thought he was about to black out, the hawk released his iron grip as roughly as he started it. The fox lurched forward, taking massive sniffs of air through his nose. Stale, motionless air, tinged with the unmistakeable scent of aroused hawk; the smell of sex and feathers. 
	“I'm going to take every second you owe back, pup. By the end you won't be able to even think about escaping again, least of all walk...”
	Tails gave a muffled yelp of pain and anguish as Jet's hand again clenched tight over his headfur and yanked. The hawk pulled the fox forward, and skilfully with a razor edge of one of his Bashoen cleanly sliced through the knot attaching Tails to the wall, leaving his wrists bound. 
	“MMMPPPPHH!!!” Tails groaned as he was thrown forward, curling forward over the edge of a metal table which occupied the centre of the room. 
	“Ha ha! What do you say, time for the main course?” Jet laughed, giving the bound fox another push. 
	Tails knew full well what was about to happen even before Jet started to grab and push him up onto the table, but that didn't mean he'd resigned himself to it. Still the fox worked and twisted his hands, trying to loosen the expertly tied binds Nack had left him. Jet grinned, pressing down on the fox's back with his own hand; pinning Tails to the table. 
	“Don't think you're escaping a second time, slut! Let's see what you have to say...” Jet growled, half tempted to leave the fox gagged for the next few months, but letting curiosity get the better of him as he reached forward.
	Tails spat the damp cloth out onto the table with a splutter as soon as he felt the knot from behind his head come undone.
	“UURK- FUCK YOU BIRD BRAIN!” Tails yelled, devoting his first free words for at least two days to insulting the bird. “I'm not your property! I never was, you pathetic chic-”
	“You're a fuck slut! A pet. You're MY pet and MY puppy.” Jet interjected angrily, pressing down the side of Tails' head against the table, careful enough to keep his fingers away from that disobedient mouth full of sharp teeth.
	“I thought I'd disciplined you, but it seems we need to start all over again. I WILL claim you, pup, until you learn your fucking place...”
	Jet found his prize; sliding a hand in under the base of those two tails to give that pert rounded orange rump a firm squeeze. His fingers lingered, pressing and digging into those two mounds.
	“Gruguggh! Screw you, chicken! You're pathetic!” Tails spat, trying to pull his hips away.  
	“Screw me? Oh but puppy, it's going to be you on the receiving end...”
	Tails arched his back and let out a uncontrollable groan as he felt it. The fox's body wriggled on the table top, pinned only by the bird's hand.
	“Nuugh! I'm going to make you regret- HNGH!”
	But Jet wasn't in a position to reply. His green face was now pressed against that orange backside as the hawk set about indulging in one of his most lewd desires. His yellow beak slid between the two orange mounds while the tip of his long slick tongue darted out and found its target. 
	Jet's love of rimming was insatiable. There had been days where Tails had been made to endure hours of that long, wriggling tongue inside him. Hours of it writhing and slickening his anal walls until his insides felt they were drowning in hawk saliva. Sometimes Jet was so into it the sessions were prepared in advance; a sling or harness designed in such a way as to hold Tails still with his two large appendages pulled out of the way to better present that delicious ass. Other times it was impromptu when the hawk felt like it; up against a wall, over a table, or pinned down on the floor. Sure Jet could just pound the mutt, but he found a particular joy invading and laying claim to the deepest recesses the fox had to offer. Face first.
	“Mmmmpmm....mpmhhh...”
	This time it was Jet's turn to supply the muffled moans. He'd missed this rump just as much as he'd missed humiliating the two-tailed fox that went with it. The hawk kept both hands pressed down on the squirming fox, more than happy to leisurely take his time letting his tongue probe that tight hole and slide in at varying angles.
	“Fu-...ah-hh....AHHHH! NOO!”
	Tails gave a desperate cry as the green head sunk in even further against the fox's ass. His hips squirmed urgently, fuelled by the feelings of pleasure and half fuelled by the terror of what Jet was doing. The point of Jet's yellow beak sunk into the fox's silky hole; disappearing into the wet ring and prising it slowly apart as each millimetre slid further and further into the kitsune's backside. 
	Jet's hands pressed down, doubling his efforts to pin the squirming the fox. The cries from Tails falling on deaf ears as the hawk's attention was focused on toying with the tightness of that aching ring. 
	“Fu-ck, Ah! Hngghh....AHH!”
	Tails' hips wriggled feebly, the green head lodged securely in-between the fox's spread ass. Jet wasn't just into tonguing this fox hole, no, he'd found an even greater enjoyment in abusing it with his hard beak; opening it teasingly to spread the mutts backside at his whim. It was a game to the hawk, and one he loved to play by letting that tight ring believe it was closing, only to then part his beak and stretch it open again. Jet always won.
	Given a few more centimetres of reach, the hawk's long tongue plunged deeper, sliding through that dark warm tunnel. Laying deep claim to the fox.
	“You basta- Ngghh....ar-uff...”
	Tails didn't even realise the sound he made, but it was there. Not a intelligent sound any Mobian would make, but the sound of an animal, or more appropriately, a pet. A sound Jet had spent months relentlessly conditioning and demanding Tails to say.
	The lewd hawk pulled back from the fox's abused ass, his eyes closed for a few moments with a look of contentment at the beak and tongue fucking he'd just indulged in. He opened them with a devious smirk. 
	“Still as tight as ever, pup.” Jet growled, prodding the glistening fox hole with a finger, watching it tense and make Tails groan louder.
	“J-Jet....stop...”
	“Up you go. On all fours now pup.”
	Jet ignored Tails' plea, instead reinforcing his command by sliding his hands underneath the dazed fox and guiding that white tummy up until Tails was resting on his palms and knees. The fox was becoming more and more mailable as a combination of tiredness and forced pleasure started to take hold. Grabbing the base of those two large tails the hawk yanked them up, exposing again Tails' now slick wet backside. For a moment Jet had to resist burying his beak back into that perfect rounded rump, instead grabbing it with a hand and letting his fingers slide down until they traced the plump shape of Tails' balls.
	“Good bitch. Ha ha! You love this! I think you've earned a reward.”
	Tails' ears twitched as the flicker of conditioning again seeped back into his mind. His tails giving a involuntary little wag at the word 'reward'. Cooperation meant reward, reward meant release, and release meant pleasure. A basic formula that Jet had spent a lot of time trying to instil into the mind of the supposed genius. Helped by ensuring release was only something he could give the fox and that any attempt to self-indulge was impossible. Electric shock collars were a useful device in that regard.
	“S-stop this...Jet. I don't want-”
	Tails' body shook as the fox summoned a burst of energy to try and stand up, only to be met by Jet's hand pushing his shoulders back down.
	“Get back down, pup!” Jet shouted, letting his other hand squeeze around those plump foxy privates. “Stop trying to be what you aren't. You're a slut! A fuck fox and right now you know you want to cum.”
	A shiver ran up Tails' spine as the gloved finger rubbed over the exposed sensitive head of his dick.  
	“You want your reward, like the filthy puppy you are.” Jet continued his assertion while his hand fondled that now stiff foxhood. His fingers played and pressed along its rigid length as one remained rubbing the white ballsac.
	Tails groaned in bliss, letting his resigned hips drop against the hawk's hand. It was no good; the pleasure was so intense. He hadn't felt such raw and exciting energy for a week. The room began to spin as those fingers caressed, squeezed and rubbed forcing a wobble in Tails' arms and legs.
	“Aahhh....hugghh...P-please...”
	Jet laughed. The fox's protests were now evolving into pathetic genuine whimpers of continuation. It was obvious all those months of conditioning had worked. Despite this little blip of disobedience, Jet had nothing to fear.
	“You know what you have to do, don't you...” Jet sneered, letting go of Tails' swollen cock to deliver the fox's taut rump a hard smack, grabbing and squeezing his fingers into that abused backside. “Don't tell me you've forgotten....”
	He knew full well, and yet, Tails kept his mouth shut tightly. Muting the little yelp from the smack as his body rocked with a second, sharp swat of the hawk's hand. To do what Jet wanted meant lowering himself in one of the most demeaning and humiliating ways. 
	Jet's expectant expression turned to one of displeasure as the two-tailed fox remained silent. He grabbed at Tails' cock and gave it a furious pump, sending the kitsune spiralling down into a new bout of moaning.
	“Don't play with me, pup! You're going to have to do it if you're ever going to get your reward.” Jet snarled as his other hand delivered another hard slap to the fox's bare backside at the same time.
	Tails bit down on his bottom lip, fighting against the urge to break. His head hung low. 
	“DO IT! Bark like the mutt you are!” Jet shouted, throwing around Tails' hard dick with unrelenting vigour. He pumped on it furiously; abusing it towards obliteration.
	“Hnnghh...d-don't stop...Mas-”
	“Then bark, pup.”
	“I-I can't..I don't want-”
	“You DO want to! You want to empty your puppy balls. Now BARK!” Jet shouted.
	“A...a...ruff” Tails panted quietly, his tongue hanging out.
	“LOUDER!” Another smack swatted the rocking orange backside.

	“A-A...hngh...ARUUUUFF!”

	Tails howled the dog-like bark with his eyes squeezed shut and his arms shaking. The white blur of Jet's glove was joined by the spurts of white fox cream that exploded out of the fox's aching cocktip. 
	“Ha ha HAHA! Cum you slut!”
	White ropes flew and splattered down onto the table as Tails was goaded through release. The fox's balls tightened after shot after shot of pent up release erupted in loud, animalistic orgasm. Jet's laugh joined the sultry soundtrack,  mocking the fox's downfall. Jet had crushed this little rebellion, and he sure as hell was going to enjoy it as he gave his puppy's cock some extra hard jerks. Licking a finger he plunged it into the fox's tensing exposed hole.
	“Empty it all out, puppy...”

- - -

	Nack turned to the door as he heard it opening, waiting to see the results. Jet had been in there for little over an hour which had offered more then enough time for the occasional ear press against the door to listen in to what was going on.
	Jet walked through, a leash gripped tightly in his hand with the other end clipped to Tails' collar. 
	“All sorted then?” Nack grinned at the bird, letting his eyes dart back to notice Tails' weary and dazed expression.
	“For now. Though obviously I need to work a bit harder to make sure there isn't a repeat of this incident.” Jet replied, already considering a whole timetable of discipline enforcement to subject the fox to.
	“Here, catch...” 
	The purple weasel-wolf caught the memory card, inspecting it between his fingers while giving the hawk a confused look. 
	“Ransom these photos Sonic's way. I'm sure he'll keenly pay whatever you ask. Just don't tell him it's all for nothing.” Jet said, letting a devilish grin tug the corners of his mouth.
	Nack nodded with a grin, tipping his hat politely. “Much appreciated.” The weasel remarked as Jet led his prized puppy past and back outside into the Great Forest. 
	“Oh and Jet, Happy Birthday.”

THE END