Tails was lucky to have a plethora of relationships he could rely on to stabilize his peace of mind. On the one hand, he had an older brother relationship with Sonic, the one who discovered his talent and pushed him to be who he was through sheer inspiration. On the other, he had a similar, brotherly relationship with his cat bro, Miles.
It had been about two weeks since the squash match where Tails took Miles to town on the pain train and knocked his butt out cold. The fox’s current status was that he was bumming around a bit right now.
TailsTube was a pretty big success. Whenever he came out with a new episode, people would line up to hear it so that they could marvel at what new thing he had to reveal about the state of the universe and the adventures surrounding all of his friends.
The fox was setting things up, sitting in his large, blue gaming chair and leaning forward to assess everything before he finally got the camera on.
“Ah! It’s on! Good! Hello everyone and welcome to TailsTube!” Tails said with a massive grin. “Since there’s no new info to give today, I was planning on skipping the Sonic Scoop and just providing a nice update on my life. Maybe I could even give you all a technological demonstration to invigorate those healthy young minds out there–!”
Off screen, a booing noise was heard. Tails’ ear perked up and he turned to see his cat brother, Miles, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a playful smile on his face. Tails rolled his eyes and spun his chair around to get up.
“I’m doing a livestream today Miles,” Tails explained. “Would you like to join me?”
Miles nodded, pushing himself off the wall and walking over towards his bro with a small smile dawning his face. “Actually, I would.”
“Great,” Tails snickered. “Maybe we could both wow them with our technological know-how.”
Miles chuckled. “As fun as that sounds, I didn’t come here to show off experiments with you. I think now’s a good time to finally have that rematch I’ve always wanted.”
Tails looked surprised. “Rematch? You’ll have to be a bit more specific.”
Miles then blinked. “Oh yeah.” Him and Tails often competed in a lot of things. That boxing match had just been the most recent humiliating step… though, that made it feel like it should have been obvious what he wanted a rematch for. “I mean another fight.”
Tails looked at him and then a smile spread from cheek to cheek on his mussel. “Aww, still steaming over the squash job I gave you when we had our boxing match eh?”
Miles pouted like an adorable kitten, cheeks puffed out and a small blush on his face. “Hey now. Don’t talk to me like that. It’s perfectly natural that I should want a rematch against you after losing THAT badly. I don’t even think I landed a single hit on you.”
“Yeah, I don’t remember that happening either,” Tails shrugged. “It’s fine though. We can refresh our memories by replaying it the same way again, right here, right now.”
Miles chuckled this time. “Hardy har har. No. We’re not doing another boxing match. I’m mixing it up today. It’s wrestling that’s going to be the challenge today!”
“Wrestling?!” Tails gasped. He then pondered this a bit, a finger tapping to his mouth before he smiled once more. “That sounds way more versatile and fun than just boxing.”
“It gives me way more room to experiment with how many humiliating positions I can put you in as well,” Miles snickered.
“Oh-ho! Is that so?” Tails pressed his nose against his. “Well then, you’re on!”
The camera was still on and the two of them had just made their declaration to fight over the livestream. The chat box on the side was going crazy with excitement.
Tails had practically forgotten about it but when he went back over to the computer and saw all the people who were amped to see them fight, he pointed at the screen with his thumb and looked towards Miles. Miles shrugged.
“Let’s give them a show,” Was all Miles said. Besides, humiliating Tails online sounded awesome.
Of course, if they were going to do this then they were going to do this right. The two boys left the room to go change out of their normal pedestrian clothes and changed into outfits suitable for wrestling.
Miles came out wearing a lime green speedo which was… kind of embarrassing? He didn’t really know. They looked like underwear you’d wear on the outside, like something for superheroes but less commanding. Still, he fared better than his bro.
“BWAHAHAHA! What are those?!” Miles asked, pointing at the pink speedo with the “FOXY” embroidered on the front of them that Tails had on. The chat went crazy too, calling them cute and foxy, agreeing with what Tails was advertising.
Tails, for his part, couldn’t help but blush a little bit. “I… I mean, you know… these were the only pair I had on hand right now. Whatever. It’s no big deal.” He said, now crossing his arms and turning away with a pout of his own.
Miles felt better alright. “Okay. Wrestling. No holds barred. Let’s do this. Ding, ding, ding!”
Tails focused his attention on Miles when he said this and nodded. With the approval of his bro and the excitement of the chat on their side, the two of them charged at each other.
“This time you’re going DOW–OOF!” Miles shouted, attempting to ram into Tails but caught a lariat to the neck that made his eyes bug out and flipped him up and over. He was suspended in mid-air for a brief instant before he slammed hard onto his butt and then fell back to bash his head onto the carpet. “DOOOGUH!”
Tails didn’t waste any time here. He dived down and grappled with Miles on the floor. He rolled Miles over onto his stomach, sat on his back while facing his legs, and then grabbed them to pull them up in a move called the Boston Crab. It sucked and it felt like your body was being bent in half.
Miles let out a loud scream, eyes widening and arms flailing as this happened. Tails seemed focused and intensely concentrated on dulling out the pain for this one.
“You’re getting a beat down worthy of this foxy boy,” Tails teased.
“OFF! GET… OFF!” Miles scrambled while on the floor, pounding at the carpet as tears traveled to his eyes.
“Okay,” Tails said, letting Miles’ feet go and standing up.
Miles slumped onto the floor, panting with disdain for his brotherly rival all over again. However, he wasn’t out and lunged upward, trying to take Tails by surprise with a tackle.
This didn’t work as Tails had decided to duck to the side before he could do this, making it so Miles smacked into the wall!
He bounced off of it, eyes rolling, before Tails swung his two tails around and began tickling Miles’ sides!
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! HEY! KN-KNOCK IT OFF!” Miles screamed, dancing in place as he laughed.
Tails nodded. “Knocking it off, as requested.”
Tails stopped his tickling and spun around to wrap his arms around Miles’ chest in the same manner that Miles wanted to do to him just a bit ago.
“Huh?! Oh! OH NO!” Miles panicked, still fighting for proper breath a bit after the ticklish fit he just had. He flailed his arms about again as Tails lifted him up and flung him overhead. “WHAAAAAAAA!”
His world was spun upside down as Tails delivered a powerful suplex that made Miles crash down hard onto his own head. His butt hung in the air and his legs dangled forwards, making him look like a folded piece of construction paper.
Miles began drooling while hearing chirping birdies. “Awhoo? Where’s the birdies nest? I wanna feed em baba…”
“You’ll have to wait to feed the birdies, Miles,” Tails said, dusting his hands off and wagging his finger down at him. “We’re in the middle of a fight… well, allegedly this is a fight.”
He then reached down and grabbed Miles by his arms, yanking him to his feet. Miles giggled as he stumbled in place, eyes crossing and uncrossing as they tried to focus.
“Hey Miles, how many fingers make a fist?” Tails asked, holding his fist up.
“Twelve?” Miles pondered.
Tails landed a punch, making Miles flinch and jitter like he just got tased. “Duuurr… eleventy billion?”
“Close enough,” Tails shrugged and happily grabbed him by his sides again. With a heavy lift he had Miles hovering over his head, confused and trying to regain his senses.
He didn’t. Tails slammed him down so hard he bounced like a basketball and then had his poor body dribbled against the floor with his tails swatting him back down over and over again. Each bounce his head did off the floor saw his cross-eyed, dopey face spewing drool and going back up only to be shot back down again.
Tails laughed at the faces Miles was making and eventually grabbed him when he was bounced up again. He held Miles upside down while he wrapped his arms around his stomach and then jumped.
“Time for a piledriver! WHOO!” Tails shouted, slamming his head onto the floor and making his body jerk and jitter like crazy!
Miles fell onto his back and continued to rapidly twitch, mouth coated in drool and involuntary spasming making him look super funny to all the spectators.
“He’s really excited guys! I think he wants to tell us something!” Tails turned to the camera and said in the most preschool teacher way he could.
He then reached down and yanked Miles up so that he was standing once more… sort of. He tried to stand but kept slumping against Tails with his eyes fluttering. By now, the tight speedo had come undone a bit and slumped down to reveal a pair of underoos showcasing an assortment of cute patterns, like the sun and a few butterflies. The chat exploded with comments about how cute his undies were, forgetting all about the Foxy speedos now.
Tails grinned and locked a chokehold around MIles, making his eyes go wide and his tongue flop out. Miles was in a bit of a panic at first. He tried to grab at Tails’ arms but his brain was having trouble sending signals to his arms. When he tried, instead of grabbing Tails’ arms, his own arms just flailed about like he was a muppet being tossed around or something.
Eventually, his arms just went limp and dangled while Tails pulled him into his chest and giggled at his stupor.
“Any last words?” Tails asked.
“Gababbuulahglaabffulourrgh…” Miles gurgled out. It was quite elegant of a brainiac like him to say such a thing.
Tails made a very sly, proud face. “Oh! I see. So you mean to say you came here because you wanted another nap?”
Miles’ eyes fluttered closed. His tongue remained flopped out and his crooked glasses were barely still on his face. He wasn’t even really gurgling anymore.
“So glad I could help you to sleep yet again. Night night,” Tails said, putting a nice little bow on it as he tightened the squeeze once more.
Eventually, Miles was putty in Tails’ arms. He was a puppet with his strings cut. He slumped down and his eyes were practically closed. The little crack you could see in them was completely white.
Tails smiled and lifted Miles up and over his shoulder before approaching the camera. Tails grinned and pointed at Miles’ butt. His undie-clad bottom was showing off to the onlookers who were growing more and more enamored with what they were seeing despite it clearly being over.
“Well? Did you like it?” Tails asked.
“AWESOME!”
“You DEMOLISHED him dude!”
“He looks so cute! He’s even cuter out cold though! XD”
These comments kept coming and it made Tails delightfully happy. He was worried the stream wouldn’t be as much of a success as the others due to having no new info to share but it turned out to be one of his best!
Tails’ ear perked up when he heard Miles starting to snore.
Tails patted Miles on the butt lightly and reached for the mouse. “Well, that’s all for today. I’ve got to put this baby to bed. Stay cool everyone and remember to squash your jobbers thoroughly and with minimal scuffs on the floor. Bye~!”
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