So here it is. Spent several hours and days on this. Well...and 2 years I guess. This has been an idea I've had for a very long time, but never came out with til now. It's all thanks to  pacattack25 and my own RP that has gone on for 2 years. This is not at all the same as the RP, but it's heavily inspired by that one, as well as a different one we do. Not too mention some complaints I had gotten or heard of Jay being too mean and jokey. That was cause everyone is always super nice and willing. But I've made a little compromise with the awakened Jay. It will explain his past actions, and how his new actions are influenced.

Also a couple of those flashbacks are actually roleplays I had with other people. Word for word, or altered slightly. Each one of them I guess as a little world building and thank you to friends.

So there it is....I am tired. It's 5am. I spent so much time making sure I'd get this out in time.




Genesis Part 2

“Forgotten...me? I dunno about you buddy, but quite a lot of people have gotten to know me whether they like it or not, so you’re gonna have to go through a lot more than just me to be forgotten.” Jay struggled in his binds, but he had a smirk while telling off this Miles person. He hadn’t been told of that battle everyone had against that alternate universe Tails, as it wasn’t ever really thought of as important. Though he’d have wished he’d been told now.

Miles chuckled at Jay’s bravado. “Indeed you’ve done well to make yourself known. We forgot about you once, and we will again. But first I need to strip you down to your core essence. The base of your very being as you would have it.”

Miles switched on the lights showing a lab like room in an area Jay had not seen before. In it contained six containment tubes surrounding the center piece, which was the table Jay was imprisoned on. Perhaps he was going to kidnap more people, a cloning experiment, Jay really had no idea. All he knew was Miles had just now put on him some head device, and it was not all that comfortable.

“Ow would you take off this stupid helmet, it’s squeezing on my brain you know. I need that part to think, act, speak, and well, enjoy stuff.” Jay continued to act normal, and perhaps it would bring out the regular Tails again. There has been some rough house play before, but this was a whole other level of creepy and bizarre.

Miles sighed as he blew on his hair bangs. “You don’t have a brain imbecile. You don’t feel pain. You just imagined what it was by observing other people.” The now twin tailed menace then started typing away on the keyboard, and entering the equations and formula’s for this procedure. Jay turned his head slightly to hopefully see what was on screen.

Upon the screen was a bunch of mumbo jumbo, and it was all under the name...“Johnny Blade? What kind of stupid name is that...sounds like a really bad comic book character? Did you think it up?” Jay deep down was pretty scared. His banter at this point was a coping mechanism to avoid letting out his real fears.

Miles turned around and smirked. “Why yes. I and the Tails of this universe did come up with Johnny Blade. He’ll be the first to be removed so I can silence that revolting mouth of yours.” Miles said before pulling a red lever at the corner of his large computer.

Suddenly the reactor by Jay’s feet started to emit loud noises. Processing sounds could be heard from the computer as lightning was coursing through Jay’s veins. Inside the generators were 7 chaos emeralds, more than enough to safely complete Miles plan. Each one seemed attuned to one of the pods. Jay twisted and turned, yelling out loud, and then saw something in his mind.

“You gotta be tough; you rough up those stupid punks and not let them mess with you.” It appeared Jay said while looking at a young filthy looking Tails. He appeared covered in a little dirt, had no shoes or gloves, and was miserable. Jay was seeing this vision from another person’s point of view.

“I..I understand Johnny...but...but I don’t want to harm others...or get hurt...besides there’s so many of them I might get beaten up.” The little Tails wept slowly on top of his whimpering.

“No crying, and no being a cry baby shorty! If you ain’t gonna fight those punks, then you’re not gonna let them get to ya! Now wipe those tears and man up. They're just mad you got extra limbs like some soon to be superhero.”

“Y..yes...I..I’ll try.” The little Tails started to smile a bit as the images in Jay’s mind faded.

On the outside one of the containment tubes started to materialize something inside it. It appeared to be a 5 foot wolf like mobian that started banging on its prison made of sturdy glass. Miles turned off the machine for a moment.

“Hey let me out of here ya little brat so I can kick your tails into next year.” The wolf shouted as he banged and clawed at the tough as nails walls.

Jay looked on frightened by the mere sight of the wolf. He knows he had to have seen it before. How does he know of someone he’s never seen? “I could let you out Johnny, but really you’d just end up digesting in my gut sooner. So really just get comfortable in there for now.” Miles grinned and stuck out his tongue, but he was right.”

“T...Tails...Wh..Who is that...why...why is...why is he here.” Jay’s composure was starting to change. He no longer made jokes or tried to relieve his stress with comedy and put downs. It looked like Johnny Blade represented Tails desire to fight back, and throw those insults lashed at him being a mutant and freak to the people who labelled him as such.

Miles' tails swished around pleasantly as he strolled on over to Jay, patting him on the shoulder lightly. “That’s one of my imaginary friends...or you could also say, he’s where your bad attitude comes from.” Miles retorted. “Do you see where I am getting at now?”

Jay looked a little more serious now, trying to sum up some courage. “Don’t lie to me. That’s ridiculous...saying that you would be suggesting...”

Miles interrupted. “Indeed. You’re an amalgamation of all the imaginary friends I made, to combat the childhood trauma I had of being bullied and all alone. All of you were my way of keeping my sanity and spirits up for what little I had, until Sonic had come to take me in under his care.

Jay shook his head. “That’s ridiculous. You’re saying I am not real? I am just some made up person taken life?!”

After walking back to his computer, Miles responded coldly. “Something like that yes. You are project Joyful. Ally. Yummy. Chummy. Imaginative. Though for short you are called Jayci, or Jay for even shorter.” Miles placed his head in hands a little embarrassed. “Yeah the name wasn’t so good but I was 4 years old at the time. Though I guess I could say we were since the Tails of this universe and I both thought of all of you.”

This information could hardly be believed. Yet Jay saw a past life of something he’d had never seen before. What about where he had lived all of this time? What about when he moved to a better place after that? What about all the other people he met? What was real and what wasn’t at this point? “If I am really not real...then which friend am I?”

Miles headed over to the lever and was about to pull it. “No more talking, it’s time to pull out another one from you. Without Mark Marksmen you won’t have any bravery left.” He then pulled the lever again. The same feeling came over Jay once more, and yet another vision he saw before him.”

“Wow you’re so cool Marksmen, you hit all those bad guys in a single shot.” The young Tails said happily while jumping in the air.

There was a small laugh uttered from Jay’s point of view as once again he saw things from the imaginary friends perspective. “I couldn’t have done it without you partner. Every hero needs a partner to save the day.”

The little Tails nodded. “Mmmhmm yeah. I’ll be a hero someday. I’ll help protect people, you’ll see.”

Marksmen kneeled down and placed a hand on Tails’ head, ruffling his bangs a bit. “Son if you put your mind to it and work hard, I’m sure you’ll surpass even me one day.”

Tails gasped as if he was told something he wanted to hear, which was the case considering he was imagining this whole scenario. It was becoming more and more clear that these creations were all for the sole comfort of a lonely scared boy. This was how he survived without his true hero, Sonic the Hedgehog at the time.

Jay snapped back to reality once more as now a mobian cobra had formed in another containment space. This person was more calm and collected. He stood at a mere 4 feet. “You ain’t gonna succeed you know. For now just have your fun, until it all falls apart in blazing wreck, like a fool playing with matches.”

Miles growled at that statement. He didn’t like someone sassing him and being courageous about it. Mark Marksmen represented the former ideas of the true ideology of a hero. A western inspired this hero from a film Tails had managed to sneak and watch from sneaking into a drive in when he was loitering and heard gunshots from the movie. Brave, courageous, and a heart of gold, Mark Marksmen was Tails’ Sonic, before Sonic had come and become the new hero that he idolized.

“You’re just an outdated relic of the past. Cowboy season has long since been dead, so I think I’ll just rustle ya up and send you to the big ol rodeo in the sky partner.” Miles mocked the way Mark Marksmen would speak. He had no idea what he saw in this guy when he created him all those years ago. What a stupid heroic figure.

With Mark Marksmen and Johnny Blade no longer part of his being, Jay became more timid and scared. The bravery and attitude of his being is what kept him strong. Without it, he didn’t have much to rely on. “M...master...pl..please....please come back...”

Miles ears perked up upon hearing that. “Oh...so you’re now calling me master...that’s good. Very good. I like a pet who knows his place.” Miles chuckled devilishly. “But I still have to find the right person before getting rid of the all troublemakers, and he isn't here yet.”

The fox was quite happy now. Jay or whatever you could call this current state, was reverting into a more obedient friend. Without the more outspoken and crude personalities, this amalgamation was now left only with the gentler personalities. These were cooperative and sweet personalities that Miles could use to do his bidding or at least keep around for meals. The real troublemakers were almost all torn out of the imaginary constructs body.

Miles pulled his machines switch once more and Jay started to hallucinate yet again. From Miles point of view someone he could actually see the visual images of Jay’s memory be projected on screen. He did take some pleasure in seeing these old memories play out, as well as some disgust at his past. Miles searched for one being. He mentioned someone called Buddy earlier, as being the worst of all. Miles eyes widened as he was getting a reading. “Yes, there you are you stupid troublemaker. I’ll have you at last.”

“DUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDE! Far out Miles, let’s party with the children man. It’s going to be swiggity hot diggity awesome! Radical parties are our jam YEAAAH!” A voice was shouting from the computer screen. Miles eyes shrank as he quickly got to pulling the switch on his machine up and pushing all the buttons down rapidly in several different sequences.

“NO NOT THAT ONE GOOD LORD NO!” He cried out as he tried to get it over with as fast as possible. Jay couldn’t experience this memory as Miles kept messing around with the machine. He seemed heavily against this other friend of his. Miles forgot how terrible this one had been. Was this the one he was searching for Jay thought?

Sucking this part of Jay out was not pleasant for either Miles or Jay himself. “Hurry please get rid of him, or just die during extraction please.” Miles kept messing with his machine as he was desperate for some reason. Jay was struggling more than ever before as electrical currents were now visible outside his body. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT NOW!” Jay cried out as the feeling got worse from Miles panicking.

The diabolical struggling fox kept on going til a 3 foot 5 inches mobian squirrel was formed inside one of the containment areas. “MUTE WHERE’S THE MUTE BUTTON!” Miles desperately tried to find the control to the audio. He didn’t want to remember or hear a word from this being. Jay upon hearing that voice and what little he experienced from that moment in the past, somehow felt sympathy for his kidnapper for once.

“DUUUUDDDE!!!” The voice box in the squirrels containment unit was disabled, and Miles breathed a sigh of relief. Jay his head best as he could towards Miles. He looked even crazier than he’s been all day. Yet somehow, Jay did understand why, and oddly enough, didn’t hold it against Miles.

“S...sorry.” Miles responded oddly enough, while panting. Jay was bewildered he apologized for anything. “Look I’m mainly out to get rid of one of you, and anyone else who annoys me....especially him...Broseph Dude.” Miles shivered just saying that name.

Strangely enough Jay cringed just as hard and he didn’t even know who that was. “Bro...Broseph Dude....um...Master....may I ask why that name. It sounds...er....beneath you.”

Miles caught his breath and clenched his fist. “Look...he was what I once thought was supposed to be cool ok! I regretted it later when I found out what was actually cool, and hate thinking about that horrible waste of thought.” He looked back to Broseph who had “Duuuddddeee” written on his now foggy containment unit. Miles facepalmed. “I hate you so much...”

With Broseph now out of Jay, as well as his current mood, Miles lost his patience. “You know what, I’m speeding this up. I’m not waiting for everyone to be ripped out of you one by one. I’m just going to remove them all at once.” Miles cackled as he raised the settings of his special device. He increased the power to full blast to get it all over with.

“Wait Tails....Master....please....let’s not do anything too hasty aaahhh!” Jay’s body was practically a conductor for electricity now. He was starting to see multiple visions at once. Visions of Ms. Vixen, Logdom, and instead of Buddy, he was seeing visions of events he remembered.

“What...what the hell are you...is this a costume...but it looks real.” Jay said as he gazed upon something he’d never seen before.

“A costume, no, but this is probably a dream, right?” A pink husky retorted. She was equally as lost right now as Jay was.

Jay pinched himself real quick to make sure he was actually awake and not seeing things. “Ow...I guess not...so your real.....you've had your rabies shots...right?” Jay commented as he rubbed his right cheek gently from pinching it too hard.

The pink husky chuckled amusingly. “Hah, I've had all my shots, don't worry, I don't bite. So what's your name? She asked before Jay’s memory transitioned to another.

"Yup, pft. Goldilocks.” A man said as he shook his head contently. He didn’t seem to mind the little nickname in the least.

“Yes you have them.” Jay retorted as he rolled his eyes. He wanted that guy to not be so chipper about a pet name, and yet he embraced it without a care in the world.

“They’re not really that gold.” He responded. They were blonde more than anything else.

Jay grinned though as he saw an opening perhaps. “Let the locks flow through you Daniel-San.”

“Dan-Yell-San.” Daniel retorted, playing with the little name he was given. Jay merely groaned towards the positive attitude as once more his mind wandered.

“Well I’m here, and I won’t leave you.” A voice spoke from a place Jay could not pinpoint.

“You will, everyone does eventually, so you may as well do it now.” Jay responded to the voice while moping. He had been forgotten.

“No Aon, a friend wouldn’t do that to you.” The voice continued, though it now started to become clear it was feminine.

Jay looked around to track the voice. “Who are you, and what is with this Aon name?”

The voice merely responded “Valora.”

Jay turned his head as he started to whine in this memory. “Seriously if I sneeze wrong am I going to get slapped?

The younger darker skinned girl huffed as she seemed angry. “No but you used me as a damn shield.” She replied.

"Oh no so terrible...you really believe Static would just up and do anything to you?" Jay responded as he defended his action to use Dee as a shield to protect himself from one of her chao. Dee remained silent whether she was tired of Jay’s complaining, or possibly him being right.

“My point exactly...it’s a game.” Jay retorted as he nodded to himself. As he did the word game kept going over and over in his head. It was bringing back yet another memory, but one that might be what he needed to see.

As the others imaginary friends that were part of Jay’s being were starting to form in the remaining tubes, one final memory came from Jay. Just one last touching moment that explained why Miles was so deadest on getting rid of this one so called threat. He heard the word echo in his mind. “Game. Game. Game.”

“Golly gee fella, let’s play a game.” A big near 6 foot bear like mobian said to a weeping Tails in his youth. “It’s called hugs a hyuck...” The bear spoke as Tails had a hard time dealing with the day he had. He was sick of being labelled a freak. He was tired of being labelled a monster and a mutant. He hated having two tails and being so alone.

“I’m not in the mood Buddy...I just want to have friends, and play with the other kids.” Tails, but currently known as Miles shouted back at his big gentle friend.

Buddy took on a more serious face and sat next to the crying two tailed fox, patting his back softly. “Gosh little fella, don’t be sad. You’ll one day win over the bestest of friends in the world. There’s always someone out there for someone to be with. You just gotta believe and find them fuzzy buddy.”

Miles wiped his face as he held onto his imaginary bear friend tightly, or at least how he’d imagine it. He smiled with tears in his eyes as he huddled close to Buddy. He always counted on Buddy to keep him happy. Buddy was the embodiment of true friendship and understanding that Tails wanted and needed while he was in his orphan days.

Just then Miles heard a bizarre noise around the beach area. He wasn’t sure what it was, but with his young curiosity, he just had to know. Buddy waved his big ol paw from behind as Miles ran towards his destiny. He would soon meet his best friend in the whole world Sonic for the first time.

With his hands now trembling, and his eyes struggling to contain his emotions, Miles tried to keep strong. There was the one he had sought at long last, now situated in a containment tube. Buddy had a wide eyed look and a warm smile on his face. Nothing could seemingly ever upset Buddy, making this even harder for Miles.

The struggling fox took his first step, but his legs and knees felt weak. “N...No...why can’t I move. I just have to stop....Buddy...why...WHY IS THIS SO HARD!” He shouted his eyes started to get all watery. He knew he wanted to put an end to Buddy, so nothing could fight for Tails' affection and control of his body. He already took out Sonic in his universe, so it wouldn’t be a struggle to do it again. Buddy though was a little different.”

A chuckled uttered from one of the pods. Miles looked over as he saw Mark Marksmen clapping as he remained seated in his comfortable relaxed position. Miles heard a response from one of the recent extracted friends. “It would seem not only is the Tails fond of us, but you’re too fond of Buddy after seeing your past again, and potentially the rest of us too.”

The fox’s twin tails dropped to the floor as he heard this exposition. “Logdom...you are the logical one among those I had created, but you’re speaking nonsense. I took out my entire world and have long since felt good about it. I can handle some nobodies from my past.”

Logdom sighed. He was the logistic imaginary friend, and the one with the most intelligence among them. He had the form of a mobian chimpanzee, standing at a 3 foot 7. He connected most with morality and Tails sense of thought process and decision making. “You use the body of my creator, so unfortunately for you, you’re held back by the feelings of my creator. His being which is part of the body you're trying to steal, is affecting your thought process as we do to our base. Perhaps if you had your body still, you might have been able to succeed with your plan.”

Miles growled angrily at Logdom. He didn’t want to hear this dribble. “Shut up! I can do this. Come here Buddy I’ll put an end to you!” He said as he struggled to make his way over to the bears pod. He looked over to Marksmen who was the calmest among all the imaginary friends. He didn’t even look the least bit intimidated.

“I was counting on that boy, and I ain’t disappointed in the least. My amigo Tails is still influencing you as you influence him. Your heart will be utterly devastated if you try and get rid of us.” Mark then laid back and rested naturally, as his instinct and faith paid off.

“Please oh sweet Tails, please stop this horrible plan. I don’t want to see any fights.” The final imaginary friend added. Ms. Vixen who was also a fox like Tails, but a representative mother figure he never had. She stood at 4 feet tall.

With that Miles fell to his knees as he sighed. He appeared to be giving up. “Alright...I can’t do this.” He said full of regret and disdain. He started typing away at the keyboard, but stopped when he heard shivering. He looked behind in a little awe and surprise.

“M...Master...wh..what are you...gonna..do to me....please....please let us go...I didn’t mean to do bad...I don’t do bad anymore...no more. I won’t anger you.” Jay said...but it wasn’t Jay exactly. This was someone else entirely. A new imaginary friend that had been made up more recently.

“You’re not the same guy as before...I never made you...” Miles was confused. This wasn’t one of the friends who he thought up of in his world like this Tails did. That must mean, this was a new one. This one was frightened and scared, cowardly and yet polite.

He got his answer as this new identity responded while quivering in his binds. “I’m...I’m Paranoia...I...I don’t want to be alone...gone...or forgotten.”

Miles seemed to figure out what he was upon a little observation. This one must be the person made from Tails fears of being left alone. Perhaps Sonic disappeared too long and he felt isolated again. He vaguely remembers hearing subconsciously Tails' friends worried at his choice to get rid of Miles, as well as the after affects it had. They may have distanced themselves, leaving Tails cold and isolated again. Miles was sure this Paranoia was clearly the base of all the imaginary friends, that held them all together. He must be the base because he was the most recent one. Yet he had the same look as Jay. Paranoia could be possibly considered the true Jay.

“Don’t worry; I’ll have you feeling better soon.” Miles said with a chipper smile. His eyes closed contently as he started to reverse the process of separating all the imaginary friends, and putting them back together into one person again as they were. Miles wondered that if this was the base, perhaps the others may not have survived long without him. They must have been grounded to this reality by combining together, otherwise why not just all be separate people?

"M...Master Miles...mu...must Broseph really be added back to me....please no...don't do it." Paranoia cried out. He seemed to also not like Broseph and his embarrassing behaviour.

For once Miles felt bad about doing something horrible to Jay. "Sorry...but you need all of them. Otherwise unknown effects could do something to your very being." With that he started the procedure as Paranoia panicked frantically.

Jay started to come back together as Paranoia had started to feel the impressions of all the others personalities merging with his own, and yet he wasn’t at all the feeling exactly the same as he once was. As the others had joined as one, he was awakened to more of his past selves. He had more emotions and personalities to draw from. It’s as if this was his true awakening.

“Th...thank you Mr. Miles....or Master...or whatever your prefer I suppose.” Jay had said as he started to sit up. His metallic binds had been released as he got up.

Miles looked over, interested that he wasn’t yelled at or had to hear some insults and bad jokes. It was a breath of fresh air for him. Even still, a massive toothy grin had suddenly formed on his face. At the speed of sound he darted towards Jay, and pinned him against the wall. His grip was incredible, as would someone who had gained Knuckles strength from the other universe fiasco.

“Wh..what are you doing...Miles....Master....whoever...you’re hurting me....stop...you’re acting nuts.” Jay cried out as he felt the tight grip. Or so he thought. Upon reflection, he wasn’t feeling a thing. He noticed his head had banged hard against the metallic wall, and yet felt nothing. Pain was an illusion after all. He didn’t have a nervous system. Neither was breathing necessary. It’s unfortunate despite lacking those traits; he still had nowhere near the brawn capable of freeing himself.

The foxboy smirked as his eyes peered into Jay’s very essence. “They were right about me....what all of you had said...I’m not the same Miles I once was.” His grip tightened as he lifted Jay higher. “However there’s one little mistake you made that I never considered. I don’t have any attachment to you at all as the new imaginary construct. The combined essence that you are, is not who they are.”

“You...you’re wrong....we’re all here....I can feel everyone of us as one being...you gotta come back Tails. Young master, it’s your body...”

Miles ears perked upon hearing that, but then he licked the side of Jay’s face nice and slowly. His soft but rough tongue tickling Jay's face. “Perhaps you’re right, but even so, you’re different and feel different enough to not indulge my nostalgia. So I’m sure I might miss you, but I’ll feel bad sometime later. Besides while I don’t know the exact parts used for your creation, I do know some of how you’re made. I could potentially recreate the process and not need you.”

That seemed to hurt this new Jay’s feelings a little. The pain of being tossed aside and forgotten all those years ago still hurt. He wanted his purpose even if it wasn’t going to be the most enjoyable experience. “I...understand....master...”

The hellacious fox was confused. Why was Jay being so willing and accepting? He believed the whole master thing was just brown-nosing, but it doesn’t seem that way now. He really was different since the awakening all the other imaginary friends. “Tell me...why you are not doing your usual shtick. Before you go I need to know. Why? Why aren’t you insulting me and being defiant? Are you really what you hate? Are you a tool?”

Jay looked down at the fox lifting him up with his left arm, and kept things sincere. “I...don’t know who I am. I now take more feelings from everyone, rather than just perhaps Johnny Blade and Mark Marksmen. Might explain the attitude I’ve had for all this time. It’s not gone, but it’s also now shared among gentler personalities I suppose. I also know why I am here. It’s thanks to you both. You both had a hand in making me...or that’s at least what part of me says. You’re essentially my master....even if you’re a silly fox.”

Miles eyes lost their ferocity. He didn’t have his killer instinct he brought out a moment ago. Perhaps it was Tails body reacting and fighting back, or he really had gone soft by being apart of this body for so long. He dropped Jay. “Fine...I won’t get rid of you...but this world is still going to be mine. I will be all powerful.”

Jay sighed. So close, but this might be the best he’s gonna get. Maybe this evil Miles will mellow out. Kinda like other evil characters in fiction that had a face turn. He listened as Miles continued “I’m going to own this body and make it stronger, while getting rid of everyone in my way. My plans have not changed.”

It appeared Miles evil was still as strong as ever, though perhaps his mercy could grow Jay thought. He looked to be spared, but even so. What about others? “Th..thank you...see...you really are growing on us...he he..”

Jay laughed a little as Miles joined in on the amusement. He was laughing for a different reason. “You’re going to be my sidekick and slave. Doing whatever I say, or you’ll be punished like a pet.”

The imaginary construct’s eyes widened. On second thought maybe he should forget about this whole purpose and being nicer thing. “Uh...yes...um...Master Miles....very nice of an offer...but uh...may I be excused for the time being...or find my actual true purpose?”

Miles shook his head no. “That sounds like insubordination. You need to learn your place as my sidekick and slave laborer. You need to be punished.”

“N..No...Master...Miles...I’m sorry...it was just a joke...don’t take it too seriously.” Jay panicked as he got himself into a possibly worse predicament.

The widest and scariest toothy grin was on Miles face. His fangs were even showing. “Do keep calling me master though...or master Miles. Whether that’s the Ms. Vixen or Logdom in you that brought about that change, I like it. Keep it up and you’ll remain on my good side pet.”

“Miles....ah sorry ack I mean Master Miles...must you use these labels....may we stick to just Jay...and Master Miles.” Jay tried his best to weasel in some change to this now changed fox Miles seemed to be. Unfortunately it was all fruitless.

He placed a couple fingers on his chin pretending to think, but really he was just messing with what he now wanted as a toy. “That also sounds like more treason towards your master. You’re getting a double punishment.”

Miles head came in close and licked his pets chin, before breathing a ton of hot air in Jay’s face, while giving quite a view of his mouth and deep throat. He then pulled back and chuckled. “You see heavy planning takes a ton of nutrients. I’m still a growing boy, so you’ll be offering yourself to my body.”

Jay heard Miles stomach growl quite loudly after saying that. It echoed in the laboratory. “Wait...Master Tails....Master Miles...I don’t want to be in any trouble.” Jay wasn’t sure he liked this more attentive Miles. He’s nicer to him...but maybe not in a good way.

“Hush you, this is probably one of the few things I and that dork Tails could ever agree on. I’ll be keeping you around like a good owner. After all we created you, so you’re our pet.” Miles retorted as he licked his lips, and his drool appeared on his muzzle. A couple drops hit the floor, as well as his white chest fur. He had put a finger on Jays lips as he said those words. "Besides. In both our youth's, we did jokingly think of having someone we could eat to keep our stomach happy. We were starving a lot during the early days. It was a joke then...but it's real now. J.A.Y.C.I is basically the name scheme that says that's your purpose."

Jay only let out a squeak as his body was raised once more on the steel wall with Miles' tails, so he could slowly be leaned in towards his punishment. Miles gripped both of Jay’s hands with his hands, and slowly slid them into his eager maw. He let out a little cute purr as he felt his pet’s skin rub against his tongue. He had to be imaginary if he was this pleasant to his taste buds. He thought about making his rules really silly and unreasonable, just so he could get numerous punishments going. He giggled at the idea. Jay didn’t think he’d like how Miles seemed a little too lost in thought, as well as laughing.

The pets arms slowly slid across Miles tongue, as Miles cheeks started to bulge out a little significantly with more of his imaginary compilations arms being stuffed into his maw. He slid them slowly to tease Jay, as well as to enjoy himself. Oddly enough the resistance he was getting wasn’t as much as he was used to seeing when Tails had his fun. Was Jay too scared to make his punishment worse, was he afraid of just Miles himself, or is his new awakened state enjoying this situation. It’s possible some of those personalities do enjoy this.

As Miles slave’s arms had hit the back of the fox’s throat, he took his very first swallow, allowing the arms to be grabbed by the powerful throat muscles, and be tugged down the wind pipe. The throat accommodated the size of his prey’s arms, and stretched out to fit them in. As Miles took his very first swallow, it forced Jay to come face to face with Miles, so he could get a look at his Master who had forcibly conscripted him to this task. It pleasured Miles to see how nervous and frightened this new awakened Jay was. It was more fun than dealing with the bantering delinquent of old.

“M...Master Miles, let’s reconsider this. You know I could get you some other food...like I do know several entrees that could make wonderful meals. It won’t be hard to get them. I’ll outfox them into your jaws.” Jay argued as he saw Miles eyes grow narrow.

Jay had only ended up making things worse for his self as he heard a groan from that poor joke. Perhaps he thought too much of this change after all. “You’re getting another punishment.” Miles said as he now opened his maw wider to accommodate Jay’s head.

Jay panicked at the thought of even more punishments. “No Master Miles I was thinking of your best interest really. Come on just be a little more reasonable for me pretty please.”

Some things never did change Miles thought when hearing this. Jay may not have known about him, but Miles had plenty of time to observe Jay subconsciously. “One more punishment has now been added.” Miles said before he forcibly shoved Jay’s head into his greedy impatient mouth. His face lit up as this was his first time getting experience with his imaginary toy as food. If he knew about this kind of prey, he’d have made his own imaginary construct real too to be his underling. With some modifications of course.

Miles tongue lapsed against Jay’s face as it wrapped around, and tugged Jay’s head to the back of his throat. As Miles moaned a little from his playing around, he eased his throat muscles to yet again gulp down his pet. Jay’s head was slowly forced into Miles throat, creating a facial imprint on the bulge, as well as increasing its size. His shoulders entered Miles mouth, causing it to puff out that white muzzle even further. Miles showed off a little happy smile. It wasn't too often he had an innocent smile.

The gluttonous fox’s grip lessened from his enjoyment of his feast, but Jay knew if he even tried anything else, the punishments would get worse. The intelligent fox understood Jay’s predicament and grinned with a mouthful. He’d have his old imaginary pals housebroken in no time. Jay felt his shoulders slide jaggedly to the back of Miles throat, as here is where the nibbling started. From here on out the body was more tender and less solid, making it nicer to chew on. Jay wasn’t sure if he hated to admit it or not, but the nibbling did feel a little good. As if it was a massage. Without the concept of pain, he really wouldn’t know what was too rough unless he imagined it so.

After some nibbling of the shoulders, Miles took a large gulp, causing his foods shoulders to reach the back of his throat, as well as allow the entire chest area enter his maw. The chest had a tougher rib cage that wasn't as soft to chew, so Miles had no real need to nibble here. So he started to slurp up the chest with a loud slurping noise that caused his mouth to leak a little saliva while doing it. Jay shook a little, tickled from the feeling. Jay then wondered why he felt tickling when he no longer felt pain. Could it be that while being thought up...he was thought with this perk?

Upon feeling the movement Jay made from the ticklish feeling, Miles pondered the same thought, and laughed upon realizing why he’d have made sure his imaginary friends would have tickling as part of their makeup. “You can feel that as we thought while younger, it’d be fun to tickle you if you were real. Looks like we were right in leaving in what I’ll call a character flaw.”

Miles engulfed Jay’s stomach and began to nibble and chew a little on the fat that was there. It kept his jaw nice and active, instead of becoming numb from keeping still and wide open the whole time. Upon having his little maw exercise, he swallowed hard to get in the largest part of Jay, his middle section. He felt the stomach enter his throat, and the waist enter into his maw, he was ready to allow his stomach to become his servants holding cell. Jay reached the sphincter as his hands had for a while now been locked out from the stomach entrance. This forced Jay to keep them closer to his head and chest area. Probably to have more food enter at once early.

The stomach’s sphincter opened up once Jay’s face had gotten close enough, allowing Jay to smell the fumes and feel the heat brush across his skin. It appeared he was left with these senses as people did need them as a warning indicator, as some smells and heat could be a sign for true danger. In this case those senses might want to start ringing as upon the next swallow, Jay’s head was dunked into the stomach juices and bile below.

Miles purred and moaned as his white furry stomach started to expand. He also felt Jay’s hands and face stretch out his stomach. For fun the fox poked the hand and face prints to play with his new minion. While this was punishment, Miles jokingly thought this could also be considered Jay’s initiation into the Miles Militia he was now thinking of forming. After playfully poking his stomach bulges, Miles tiled his head back and started to walk to the elevator in this underground lab. His stomach now started to go from growling, to gurgling and glorping loudly. His stomach made different sounds from the hunger it once expressed.

Miles pushed the button that would open the doors, as well as head up to the housing part of Tails home. While riding up, Miles gulped Jay’s waist down his throat, and placed a finger on the last large bulge Jay was going to make on his throat. He followed that large bulge with his finger, to his stomach area as his eyes closed. He sighed in pleasure as the doors opened to his kitchen area from a secret passage behind the fridge.

Upon going back to his home, Miles started to slurp up Jay’s legs comfortably. He slurped audibly as Jay wriggled from the vibrations of Miles. Miles stomach continued to expand as Jay felt his legs join and force him into a small but roomy fetal position. Jay struggled and started to chuckle against his will as the slurping continued. The stomach noises grew ever so louder as they filled Jay ears constantly with their praise and approval.

Miles span his tails like helicopter blades, and quickly flew up the stairs. His belly sloshed as gravity caused it to sag towards the ground. Upon landing on the top of the stairs, Miles heard his stomach’s sloshing and bubbling noises grow noticeably louder. He tried to hush it for now, as soon it’d be let out. Strolling onto his bed room, Miles started to slowly lick across Jay’s feet. For some reason upon tasting them, it was the best part of Jay’s body. Perhaps walking on them just tenderized the meat that much. His tongue swirled and nibbled on the soles and toes, causing a violent reaction from Jay.

“No master why...why did you make this a character flaw...please fix this for me.” Jay whined as he struggled and created many bulges on the white furry dome of his predator and master. His complaints fell mostly on deaf ears as Miles was enjoying himself too much.

“Sorry, but I wouldn’t even know how to alter you even further...besides...every invention could use a little character flaw as I mentioned before. I’m the closest thing to perfection...but even I have my flaws.” Miles said as his tongue started to push Jays feet into his maw.

Miles reached the bedroom at long last as it was the best place to rest off a meal. He leaped onto the bed, which then broke under his heavier weight. “Oops....my bad. I should probably make a stronger bed.” He chuckled as upon speaking his tongue bounced Jay’s feet in his maw. Still he comfortably kicked his shoes off, removed his gloves, and stretched out his bare feet on the soft cushioned mattress. The evil genius felt nice and relaxed as he tiled his head back, and swallowed Jay’s feet at long last. His finger followed the final bulge, until his hand caressed his now greatly swollen stomach.

The satisfied two tailed fox licked his lips pleasantly as his servant, minion, slave, pet, whatever he felt like calling him was now where he belonged. Jay was meant to keep the starving young boy from being hungry in youth or at least if it were possible. Miles remembered joking about having a friend inside him to keep him full and happy, as well as play with them. It would solve both his lonely and hunger problem as getting food was hard when he had nothing and no rings. It was a stupid joke before Miles and Tails discovered what they called the hunger. He only gave Jay a taste of the truth he mentioned before.

Miles patted his stomach with a couple slaps as he heard his stomach juices getting rowdy. Jay pushed against his stomach chamber, but there was no getting out. With all the enhancements this body had gotten, he stood little chance of escaping if he tried. He never even stood a chance against a regular enhancedless fox. Jay heard the stomach let him hear it’s thoughts on it’s food, and Jay covered his ears upon knowing what comes next.

Miles slapped his stomach again playfully and opened his maw wide. He let loose an ear deafening belch. The belch had so much fluid in it, it covered the walls, Miles fur, as well as getting on the bed. Out also came some hair Jay had on his head. Miles didn’t seem to mind though. He dreamily rubbed his stomach happily. He was definitely now going to make impossible to follow rules just so more punishments could be made...or maybe so called rewards.

“Excuse me...URRRRRRP! Sorry...excuse me again.” Miles chuckled with a hand on his gut. Jay knew he was just being polite to be a tease.

“Alright Master...you got what you want now...is the punishment over?” Jay asked even if he was sure of the answer.

The full foxes fingers delightfully tapped his stomach, poking all the bulges it made. “Nice try...it’s really only beginning. You’re going to make lovely fat...and that’s only the start of your punishment.”

“S...start....Master Miles?” Jay said taken back. He knew to watch his words with this scary version of Tails around.

The fox nodded. “Yep. Carrying you while not too hard, is still more carrying then I usually do...so I think I’ll need a good rubbing for my feet. Loosen them up for me later will ya?”

“Of course master. Anything you say.” Jay replied. In his mind he was thinking what the hell he got himself into. He just made things worse for himself and the world. Miles still was going to keep up the plan, but now he had to serve him...just great.

“That’s a very good boy...I’ll have you broken down and rebuilt in no time...both figuratively...URRRP....and literally...excuse me.” Miles chuckled as he laid his head back on the pillow. His belly hung between his legs, as his paws and tails wiggled in pleasure.

It wasn’t long before Miles started to drift off into a food coma. A sleep from eating a nice meal and being so relaxed. Jay could feel that his stomach acids would be kicking in soon, and he’d not be around for much longer. Oddly he felt a bit at peace and content. Why was this when he often rejected and fought back to this fate? Perhaps the nicer personalities mellowed him out, he was lying to himself all this time, or was he just too scared to fight back. It could be one, two, or all of those things at once.

Miles stomach slowly started to breakdown its food. The gurgling and squelching noises echoed the silent bedroom, if it weren’t for Miles snoring, and occasional belch to keep his stomach pressure in line. While sleeping, Miles’ hand massaged his stomach, as well as his two tails giving it a nice rub down too. The powerful stomach acids wouldn’t have a problem working down Jay into pudge. It was something he’d accommodated to, and yet this felt like something different since the awakening.

Overtime Jay had succumbed to his fate, and whether he liked it or not, allowed things to progress. Overtime Miles stomach bulges started to become smoother, as his pets body became softer and melted down. The bulge would decrease in size and mass as Miles tongue hung out during the process. Soon he was left with nothing but fat on his stomach in a nice pudgy form.

10 hours later, the master woke up. Only this time it was Tails in control. He yawned and rubbed his eyes before noticing he felt different. “Huh...what’s been going on...It’s like I’ve been sleeping this whole time. Suddenly he belched and a little fabric came out. Looked like medical patient shorts “What just URP...happened....excuse me.” Jay could only hope upon coming back, Tails wouldn’t play with Miles ideas too much if he discovered them. Deep down as fat on that white pudgy stomach, he would have guessed Tails would definitely play with the idea anyways.