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 in sibling rivalry, Miles.
Often more reserved and with an air of self imposed maturity that was easy for Tails to see right through, the lavender boy who shared his real first name was often a fun person to hang around for the explicit purpose of exploiting their magnanimous competitive spirit.
If Sonic was the inspirational motivator, then Miles was Tails’ motivational rival.
It was another one of those times where the two of them sought a way to prove who was tougher and stronger than the other. Tails was actually on his way to a gym where a boxing ring was set up. Once there, he was planning on practicing all his own. However, as he was leaving the house he saw Miles by his door and the two of them shared a wondrous glance before smirking.
“Off to the beach or something?” Miles asked, observing his state of dress. The shorts with a lack of a shirt and the huge duffel bag Tails was carrying seemed to indicate something of a relaxed atmosphere.
Tails seemed to take a minor amount of offense to that though. Was it not obvious he was off to go work out?
“No,” Tails corrected, a smug little upturned smile on his face. “As a matter of fact, I’m off to the gym to boxercise.”
“Boxercise…? Interesting…” Miles trailed off, rubbing his chin. “Are you sure you’re not just using that as a means at ducking out on a new invention? If you need a break from tinkering just ask and I’ll be happy to take over your workload for you.”
Tails pouted and crossed his arms. “Hey now, I’m doing just fine in my garage, thanks. All the stuff I’ve built speaks for itself. Besides, you know I can fight. In fact, you shouldn’t even be trying to joke around since it’s clear and obvious that I’m way tougher than you.”
Miles adjusted his glasses and tried to keep his face neutral. It was hard to do so and Tails could tell he struck a nerve with that comment despite Miles’ attempts to seem unbothered.
“Tougher? Well, I feel as though that’s a bit of a misnomer,” Miles spoke up, letting a smirk creep onto his face. “After all, how would you even be able to judge something like that without putting in the proper testing to ensure your hypothesis is correct? You’re not one of those faux tinkerers who jump to conclusions based on unsubstantiated information are you?”
Tails blushed a tiny bit. It made Miles giggle a little. He felt like he got him there.
Tails ended up smiling shortly after though. He set his bag down and opened it up to reveal a set of boxing gloves. “If you’d like to test this hypothesis then how about you join me for a ‘friendly’ match and we’ll see which of us is stronger.”
Miles crossed his arms and looked down at the boxing gloves. He could see the grin widening on Tails’ face. Miles narrowed his eyes before they upturned as his face shifted into a confident grin to match that of Tails.
“Alright then,” Miles smiled rather smugly as he held out his hand. “You’re on!”
The sibling rivalry dander was up and it couldn’t be dusted away!
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The two of them were ready. Tails stood on the right side of the ring while Miles stood on the left. Both were grinning at the other, feeling their blood already pumping as they leered into each other’s eyes.
“Are you ready? I don’t take responsibility for the pain and embarrassment you’ll feel when my punch knocks you over like your bookshelf full of trinkets,” Miles said, raising his fist with his eyes closed. A sparkle seemed to shine by his eye. Tails could tell he was trying to sound above it all and cool but it wasn’t working on him.
“Yeah, whatever. My bookshelf of trinkets is bigger and thicker than yours because I’ve got so many more tech projects than you. It’s a given,” Tails sneered, an eye open as he looked across to his sibling rival.
“Hmph,” Miles put his fists by his sides, his boxing gloves now with a closed grip. “Always gotta have the last comment eh? Well, that’s fine. When I put you to sleep I can get in all the comments I want.” He smiled at that.
“Cool, then let’s begin! Ding, ding, ding!” Tails shouted, simulating a bell going off. “In this corner, the tech genius and all around better fighter, the two-tailed terror… Tails!” He pointed to himself and made crowd sounds with his mouth. “And in that other corner, the less impressive tinkerer with the fake mature attitude and weird glasses, Miles!”
“Uhm, excuse me announcer boy but I’m afraid you got your descriptions mixed up,” Miles interjected. “The person across from me is actually the twin-tailed derpy dunce with a less impressive work ethic and a bottom so squishy and fat that he can’t walk anywhere without fearing he’ll get stuck in a door frame. I’m the true tech genius with unparalleled skill and talent. For sure.” Miles said and followed suit by making a follow-up crowd noise with his open mouth.
The two of them smiled as they stared across from each other and then began laughing.
Playing around was fun and their swift verbal jabs at each other were also endearing but it did a lot to successfully light a fire under them too. They were being half-serious with the taunts but the intention to take each other down and prove themselves superior was in full.
Then, they shot forward and began to strike!
Miles swung a punch up and over to try and nail Tails across the head. The yellow-orange fox ducked to the side, easily seeing the punch coming, and kept his fists up and ready.
The bobs and weaves he was doing were impressive to the point that Miles would have admitted they were had he not been the one fighting him.
Still, he couldn’t look like a fool in front of this (imaginary) crowd. He had to show them he could walk the walk.
In order to do that, he needed to goad Tails into actually attempting to strike him. That way, he could take advantage of him stopping for an instant and catch him by surprise.
Miles actually smirked, imagining Tails’ goofy, bug-eyed face when he landed a hit to his gut. It’d look so funny.
“Wow!” Tails began, dodging back again and making another of Miles’ strikes completely whiff by the air. “Looks like Miles can’t land a hit on me!”
“Oh please,” Miles quickly interjected. “You just don’t want to get hurt so your focus is more on dodging. Where’s the part where you actually prove you’re tougher than MWAAUUUUUGH!”
Miles didn’t even get to finish his sentence. Tails actually did finally stop, having successfully pushed Miles’ buttons there to get him unfocused so that he could land a powerful strike to Miles’ gut!
Miles made a goofy, bug-eyed face when Tails’ hit landed into his gut. It looked very funny.
Miles stumbled back, gasping as he grabbed his gut, and felt drool ebb out the side of his mouth.
“Whoops. Sorry, were you saying something?” Tails asked, chuckling as he kept his fists up again. He could have struck while Miles was hunched over with his bottom out but he felt it necessary to make it clear that he could land a hit whenever he wanted to.
Miles grunted and composed himself, doubling back a bit and readying his fists. “Okay… walked right into that one, I’ll admit… but that doesn’t mean you won’t walk into these!”
Miles shot forward and went for forward jabs at Tails’ guard now. Tails was pushed back a bit from this so he couldn’t bob and weave like he was doing before just to dodge. It was going to be a proper back and forth this time.
Once three or so hits struck Tails’ gloves, the fox ducked down and rammed his fist into Miles’ stomach again! The hit was so hard that Miles was suspended off the mat for a split second, cheeks puffed out as his body shivered with pain.
He stumbled back onto his feet, feeling a cloudy haze drift over his eyes, before he quickly tried to get back into the groove of things.
He went for another downward punch. Tails dodged it and struck him across the face!
Miles went for an uppercut. Tails twirled to the side and landed two jabs at Miles’ side. He then struck him with a haymaker punch that made Miles’ head lurch back roughly.
“Oh wow folks,” Tails began commentating. “It would seem the twin-tailed terror is too much for this so-called tech genius!”
Miles wobbled where he stood, arms dangling and knees knocking against each other. His wide, cross-eyed look was making Tails giggle. He opened his mouth to try and say something but all that came out was a gurgle and then his tongue.
Miles shook his head and tried to clear the cobwebs of confusion before composing himself enough to retaliate again. “This… this is just you being… weirdly forceful! I’m not going to–HOOF!”
Tails landed another gutpunch. Miles almost fell over but Tails continued to land constant strikes across his face and body.
“He tries to speak but the much cooler and stronger fox is relentless in his assault!” Tails continues to commentate. “The crowd is loving it! Aaaaaa~!” Tails began to simulate both the commentary table and the crowd’s reaction. He was taking it to what looked to be a jobber in the ring.
“Poor loser boy. He looks like he’s been knocked silly thirty times over by now. What’s a jobber like him even doing, trying to fight someone so obviously stronger and tougher than him? Is he dumb?” Tails narrated as he kept going.
Miles grunted and moaned with each hit. He tried to formulate sentences but each time he tried to either attack or speak, it would end in failure.
“Muh fist is gunna hurted yous–!”
POW!
“Nurf dah fox boy he’s gunna shove ice-cweam in muh toaster mommy~!”
WHAM!
“Abunbee fistacuffs bufgh burgle~!”
Miles wasn’t even sure where he was anymore. What was happening? What was he doing? Who even was he? He felt so giddy and stupid right now. There was a soft draft around his waist too. The onslaught of hits had caused his shorts to lower, showing off the teddy bears dawning his underoos this day.
“Hey! You can see his underwear! What adorable briefs he has!” Tails said, still pretending to be the crowd. “Well, if he’s such a young boy it’s likely that he needs to go beddy bye now! Isn’t that right?”
Miles stood where he was, swaying back and forth, eyes rolling under his fluttering eye sockets with his drooling mouth hung open. “Haaaannnnghhh?”
“He agrees!” Tails decided that’s what that nonsensical moan Miles just did meant.
Tails, with a smug look on his face, slid in and swerved a powerful uppercut to Miles’ chin!
KA-BWAM!
Miles shot straight up, eyes re-crossing as spit flew from his previously gaping maw. His glasses went crooked. His arms and legs were noodley and unable to function anymore. His shorts had lowered to the point where his briefs were on open display. He was practically pantsed here.
A loud thwack was heard when Miles landed on his back, arms and legs out in a spread-eagle position. His eyes were fluttering closed, only cracked open slightly to show the rolled up nature of his now starry shaped pupils. Chirping birdies filled his brain as they floated and sang around his head. His mouth was open in a gap-toothed smile while his tongue rested out the side of it.
The only movement that came from him was the occasional muscle spasm of defeat.
“There it is folks! Miles has gone night night! Your winner and reigning champion of tech genius and pure awesomeness, the mighty twin-tailed terror TAILS!” The fox cheered, pressing his foot onto the unconscious cat boy’s tummy.
He couldn’t resist. He snapped a photo of this moment and made a peace sign, making sure to get Miles’ goofy face in the shot too. Better yet, he also took one that was just a close up shot of his defeated body. He’d send it to him later for fun.
Tails sighed and then wiped his forehead before looking down at his sibling rival.
“Thanks for joining me today. That was a lot of fun,” Tails admitted.
Miles couldn’t hear him for obvious reasons.
The fox giggled and reached down, hoisting his rag doll of a body over his shoulder and carried him out of the ring, his shorts lowered to the point where they pooled around his ankles.
“We really should do this more often,” The smug little fox mused.
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