Thousands of feet up in tails x sonic, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath tails x sonic,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“tails x sonic… higher… tails x sonic… make me burst tails x sonic!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “tails x sonic, tails x sonic, tails x sonic!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “tails x sonic.”