The Chaotix, The Fox and The Dingo

Chapter Three; A Proper Introduction

 

A rat charged across an empty street to evade a pursuing cat. The icy night chilled everything under its veil, and the only sounds that could be heard were the distant cheers of drunken revellers a couple of blocks away in warm, cozy bars. The rat made its way into a nearby alley, where towers of stinking trash lined up along the walls like soldiers waiting to be discharged. The rat braved through further despite the stench being inhumane. The bags and cans began to lose their definition as they merged into awful amorphous blobs. The rat had long evaded the cat, it just wanted to be secure in its safety. Just as it felt that it was the right time to rest, however, a large crash echoed from around the corner. The rat scuttled for dear life as two reptile men tumbled from the same origin as the crash, audibly expressing their pain as they hit the ground. This was what was left of the Chaotix.

 

“For fuck's sake, that should have been an easy grab! I must be falling behind on the meditating.” Espio collected himself speedily and picked up the fishy remnants they had been reaching for. “Don't worry about it Espio. You've been doin' pretty good for someone who's had to live in trash for a little while...” Vector got up cheerily, but Espio didn't share the sentiments. “That's the problem, Vector. We've been stuck here, conducting our business for six months. We still don't know where on Mobius we are, there are no familiar faces around here, and we have no money to our name except for the small amount of client rewards we have!” He nibbled on the part of the fish he hadn't given to Vector, and made his way out the alley. “Well, there is one benefit to all this” Vector called out, making Espio stop briefly. “At least we're acclimatised to the smell of the trash now!” Espio groaned at Vector's overly optimistic attitude and left him on his own while he went somewhere else to meditate.

 

Eventually, he found himself a pleasant spot for his meditation. At least, it was pleasant compared to the usual conditions he had to put up with nowadays. However, no matter how much Espio tried to clear all thoughts from his mind, the thought of Vector just would not leave him alone. He philosophised on why this was. Perhaps it was the way he could stay upbeat even in the most dire of circumstances. Maybe it was that goofy exterior being a cover for his sharp wit. Maybe it was his tolerance and acceptance of Espio's own radically differing view on life, even if they enjoyed the same basic things. For example, as he recalled, Espio had once witnessed Vector when he thought he was alone back in the Chaotix office. Since he thought no one was around, Vector had decided to dance around a bit for the sheer fun of it. And because he thought no one was around, when he felt the urge to fart, he just let go, and the sensation apparently spontaneously started something in his mind that made his moves sharper, more accentuated...dirtier...sexier...

 

Thinking back on this memory made Espio unwittingly drool a little, he did so love a bit of eye candy, and the image in his mind just couldn't be beat, in his humble opinion. As the memory drew out for longer, Espio's breathing began to get heavy, he panted softly. Before he knew it, his penis was also starting to become erect. As it elongated out, Espio just had the urge to touch it and caress it, anything to show his affection for that lovely hunk of a croco...”Wait a minute, what the hell am I doing?!” he screeched as he came to his senses in the nick of time. He fell off his little makeshift platform, making a loud bang as he fell forward to the ground. He was able to withdraw his penis inwards and wipe off the drool just before Vector came dashing around the corner to see what had happened. “Espio, you alright pal?” he asked, helping Espio off the ground and back onto his feet. “I, uh, I'm fine Vector. I think a cat just ran by and destabilised my meditating platform. Thank you for asking, anyway”. As Vector turned away for a brief moment, Espio thanked his stars that Vector hadn't witnessed him while he was away with the fairies. “Since I don't think you'll be able to meditate after that ruckus, how about we call it a night and catch some zees?” Vector suggested, putting his arm around Espio's shoulder and hold him close to his body. Espio fought off the blushing sensation, and replied “I guess so, Vector. You are the boss, after all”.