There is no reason to be afraid

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      — I don’t understand, — a purple chameleon in a suit somewhat reminiscent of a fairy-tale elf costume, walked along the road towards the eastern station, — I don’t understand why the promoters needed... — suddenly stops, listening, and then begins to run quickly. — Damn it! Stop! Stop, who am I telling!.. Meet Espio the chameleon. Ninja Chaotix, out of necessity, working as a perfume promoter in one of the parks. He really doesn’t like this job, but he still has to earn five hundred rubles for every hour: The Chaotix Detective Agency is gradually going into decline, and there are fewer and fewer cases. Especially with the onset of winter. There are no crimes, all mafia gangs have already been arrested throughout the Sonic Universe (which Espio himself does not believe at all), and accidents are instantly canceled, and no one will need the help of “left-wing” detectives. It sounds offensive, but the truth is the truth. The detectives are not starting to have any luck at the moment. So the chameleon was unlucky — his train, leading straight to the house of the Chaotix agency, left. Moreover, the last one. — Damn, damn... damn! — Espio stamped his foot in rage and accidentally touched the train sleeper with his finger. - Come on! Shhhhhh, ouch!.. He grabbed his leg and jumped on the spot several times to relieve the pain. Chameleon couldn't even imagine how much he had screwed up lately. Like a rag. A rag no one needs. And today is just Christmas. His friends may not have been expecting Espio at all. He's a loser. That's all. He tried to call a taxi company for a ride, but no one answered. Everyone was either busy or on vacation at the moment. The chameleon then walked back across the park to cross onto the road. There he will continue to vote until he is picked up along the way. So, once the car. Two cars. Third. Fourth, fifth... How many cars have already passed, and the chameleon Espio is still freezing and freezing, standing at the side of the road. He no longer has the strength to raise his hand with his thumb up, because it is as frozen as he is. He felt pain and humiliation during all this time. And suddenly.. — Hey! Get in the car! - someone responded to Espio, waving his hand through the window. It was an animal sitting in a black tuxedo, apparently in charge of driving the car. The chameleon turned around and quickly ran to the car to open the door and sit in the back seat. It was warm inside the car, but he still wasn't warm. He reached out with his wallet outstretched, when suddenly the driver said the following: — Sit, sir. I don't accept money, you can sit quietly. Which area should I go to? — Until Morprishchinsky. If possible, — Espio said through gritted teeth, putting his wallet in his pocket. — The Morprishchinsky district is far away, — the driver grimaced, putting his hand behind the wheel and expertly starting the car through the left turn of the road. — Are you sure you need to go there, sir? This is a rather poor corner of the city. — My friends are there, — the ninja silently sighs to himself, remembering the Chaotix, their joyful faces and the laid table with various snacks. And food. — I see, — the driver also sighs, but more noisily than Espio. — Christmas is not an easy time. If you are lucky enough to pass through this area, then I will drop you off at the bus stop where the buses go. This way you can then walk home. — Thank you very much! A.. — the chameleon suddenly fell silent for a while. He couldn't believe his eyes. I didn’t even want to believe it myself. And how then did he not take a closer look at this person? Here are the ones on.. Lightning Links? What? Yes, it was him. The same ninja from the criminal gang Destructix. — You can get some sleep, sir. We have a long road ahead of us, but the lynx, by the way, did not recognize Espio himself. And thank God. Longtime rivals finally met each other face to face. But in a peaceful environment. Chameleon hoped that this would remain the case for the rest of the trip. He, of course, was wrong to think about it like that.

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      — Sir. Sir, can you hear me? Sir, wake up, we're... Lightning Lynx has been driving a car for 5 months straight since he left Destructix. But he had never seen anything like this before. And he won't see it again. — What the... — he parked the car and, taking out a flashlight, shone it in the guy’s face, which seemed very familiar to the lynx. He wasn't wrong. In front of him is Espio, a chameleon ninja from the Chaotix Detective Agency. — Well, gee, — the lynx shakes his head and, unfastening himself, began to slowly shake the ninja. — Hey! Get up, we've already arrived! — A? — he sleepily opened his eyes and looked at Lightning. — Are we there yet, sir? — My God! — The lynx rolled his eyes. — Why did I wake you up then? For fun, or what? — What the..? Yes. I wasn't mistaken, that means. Long silence. Both looked intently into each other's eyes, long and unwavering. Finally, Lightning narrowed his eyes and growled: — Get out of the car before I forcibly throw you out of there. — Oh, it hurts! — Espio grinned and opened the car door to leave. But then they grabbed me by the neck from behind and pulled me back. — Don’t you dare play with me like that, brother. — the burning air with the smell of rancid smoke hit the chameleon’s ears. — Do you want to get to know me better? This is your chance, guy, — the lynx closed the car door at an incredible pace and settled on top of Espio, smiling evilly. — Let go!.. — the heart of the Chaotix ninja beat strongly with fear, and he tried to break free. — Let me out of here! Immediately!.. — You won’t dare to be insolent to me now, buddy. — Lightning smiled even angrier, holding his hands tightly behind Espio’s head, and spreading his opponent’s legs wider. — You can’t get away with it like that. — No... Please, no... — Espio tried to restrain himself from screaming loudly from the fear that filled his soul. Although I should have. — Let go.. me.. what.. What have I done to you? — Learn good speech manners first. — the blue glove of the insidious lynx ninja carefully traced every light touch on the body, which the criminal himself stroked on his former rival. — But first... — He moved dangerously close to the chameleon’s ear and whispered. — ..I will give you such pleasure that you will no longer get up from your seat. — No-no... — Espio’s lungs stopped properly regulating his ragged breathing, and he panicked, feeling incredible fear of the enemy. What kind of "trash" was going on here? — Please... please... please... Please don't... don't do... this... — Oh, brother... I should have reacted to what was happening more correctly. Around yourself... — That grin. Evil, crazy eyes that pierced the chameleon's gaze. That evil look. — Ow... uh-ff ~ — the chameleon could not contain the trembling that rushed between his legs. His penis was slowly, gently caressed through his elf costume, slightly pulled down. This “maniac” seriously decided to tease Espio’s petty libido. My God, how disgusting this feels... — Well... — the soft body of the hefty lynx-ninja slowly sank onto the opponent’s body. Lord, when did he manage to strip naked, near the driver’s seat? — It's time for you and me to do something. With incredible greed, Lightning Lynx pressed his lips into Espio's lips, trying to touch the other with his tongue and at the same time caressing the entire surface of his mouth. He did it slowly and gently, as if trying not to harm his opponent's health. Espio whined quietly, feeling like a defeated loser. There is no need for him to return home now — he is no longer the same person he was before. — Like? — after a wet kiss, the lynx licked himself sweetly and looked straight into Espio’s eyes. They were open: the chameleon's tears were continuously flowing from his cheeks, and Lightning gently stroked them, removing the stains and his hand from his opponent's hands. He stood up a little — sympathy shone in his eyes. — Don’t be afraid, brother, — he smiled again, but without any malice. — I had a lot of experience with other people. You won't feel pain. The main thing is that you need to be taught a lesson for complacency and boastfulness. Because you, Shinobi, are too good to feel so good. But.. — he approached the chameleon’s face. — You are special, Espio. You are not the loser that you so naively felt yourself to be while you were walking around in an elf costume and handing out blotters to everyone. You’re good.. — the lynx touched Espio’s cheek with his hand. — ..But not really. Now don't think about anything anymore. I'm with you, Espio. Everything will be fine. — I.. I’m not very inexperienced in.. I’m scared... — Espio didn’t finish his sentence. He was interrupted — the index finger of the lynx-ninja softly rested on his lips. — Be patient, — a gentle whisper was heard right next to your ear. Lightning carefully approached the chameleon, slowly laying down on its body. — I’ll do my best not to cause any harm. Otherwise, if you twitch, — your breathing slowed, — it will hurt. Try not to make unnecessary movements. Moan quietly so that no one hears. — H-..okay...I..trust you, — Espio completely relaxed his body, trusting his greatest enemy to caress himself. Yes, and the chameleon himself did not quite feel like a man: his character traits, similar to feminine ones, were inherent in Espio. And he calmed down, realizing that nothing could be returned back. He's trapped. In a sweet trap...

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