Chapter #4Why watch stars when you could be stars? by: NelsonJ Amy giggles and playfully smacks Tails on the head.
"Hey, what was that for!?" Tails yelps.
Amy giggles. "Just a reflex. I guess loving the stars is pretty stupid when we've got each other, huh?" she says as she hugs Tails. Tails just chuckles and returns the hug.
"Besides, I bet you'd rather be among the stars than watch them, wouldn't you?" asks Amy.
"Among?" Tails asks in return, as a rather odd thought pops into his head.
A few months earlier he'd devised a way for a living being to live out in space without the use of external life support, but never reported what he discovered do to it's rather unusual effect on the living being, although he knew that it work since he tested it on himself within a vaccum. The effect in question was that it caused the subject to swell up like a balloon. Needless to say, as soon as Amy's words entered his mind, he began to have thoughts of Amy and possibly himself almost literally being among the stars.
Amy giggles, unaware of what was on Tails' mind. "You know, fly out into space and stuff like that? Surely you'd know what I'm talking about, right?"
Tails blinks as he zooms back to reality. "Oh, yeah. Of course." he says, unable to shake the thought he just had. While he didn't want to subject Amy to suddenly becoming a living balloon because he wanted to see her like that, he was having a great deal of difficulty thinking about how much he wanted to see her like that."Should I tell her...and ask her if she wants to... he thought.
Amy noticed that something was up with Tails from the moment she asked him about the stars. "Are you feeling alright, Tails?"
All that registers to Tails is that Amy had asked him a question, and he responds with all that his mind can manage to come up with. "Do you want to be a planet-girl?" he suddenly blurts out, seconds before he clasps his hands over his mouth.
"Errr...is that some kind of pop song or something? I've never heard of one like that before...does it have a catchy beat?" Amy asks.
Tails sighs. "Uhm...no. It isn't...Amy, there's something I have to tell you, but you'll probably be weirded out..." he says, as he begins to explain.
"...and that's what's been on my mind for the last few minutes." Tails says.
Amy blinks, already having a response ready for Tails. She goes over to him and gives him a hug. "For you, I'd do anything. I'll gladly become a planet-girl if that makes you happy."
"You will!? Oh, Amy, you're the greatest!" He says as he gives her a quick kiss on the lips.
Amy giggles. "Now, how about you explain exactly how this works while we head back to your workshop."
Tails nods and begins to explain. Amy nods a few times and giggles when she understands what Tails is trying to say. "So you're saying I'll be filled with air and helium, but the helium won't escape from my body, then I'll just keep floating higher and higher until I'm too light for the planet to hold anymore, which will result in me flying off into space with you still on me, right?"
"Exactly. And you'll keep getting bigger since the reaction won't stop." Tails responds.
Amy blinks, realizing something. "Well...won't that mean that once I get big enough you'll start getting pressed flat?"
Tails nods. "Yes, but it would be a slow and gradual process, so there'll be no harm done to me. Besides, woudln't you like to have me pressed flat against you?"
Amy scratches her head. "I...actually don't know. I think I'd rather have you with me than on me. What I'm saying...is that I'd really like it if you'd become a planet with me!"
Tails blinks. "Well, she is doing this for me... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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