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Sand. Sand was all that Fox McCloud could see as he blearily opened his eyes. Slowly but surely his strength was returning to him, making him able to eventually stand up. A groan escaped his throat as he grasped his head, his eyes still needing some time to become accustomed to the bright daylight over head. Though a tad wobbly, he gradually got enough of his bearings back to realize that he'd been lying down for some time and should shake off the excess particulate matter.

Once clean, he took a good, long look at the view ahead of him, marvelling at the sight. He was obviously on a beach of some sort, though he couldn't remember why he was there. He wasn't too put off by suddenly waking up on a beach, but it nevertheless made him curious as to why he had no recollection of visiting this place. That all changed when he saw his Arwing; the state of his vehicle immediately clued him in as to why he was there - he crash landed.

Everything that happened before this point in time began to flood back into his mind. He was in a dogfight with Star Wolf over a planet that his team was guarding, when he got hit in his blind spot. His aerial expertise kept him in the fight for a lot longer than anyone expected, but the damage sustained to his ship was too great and he fell to the planet's surface. It crossed his mind to check in with his team to see if anyone was coming to get him, but that thought died when he saw another wrecked Arwing behind his.

"What?!" Fox shouted in a panic as he booked it across the sandy terrain. His mind swam as to who could be trapped inside the mess of steel and glass, only to see a flurry of feathers having a fit in the cockpit - it was Falco Lombardi, and from the looks of things his ejector wasn't working properly.

Falco slammed his foot repeatedly against the glass of the cabin until, finally, it popped out, leaving the avian gasping for breath. "Stupid thing got jammed." He grumbled.

"Hey," Fox called out to grab the bird's attention, "you alright?"

Falco rubbed his neck, feeling the joints crack when he moved it. "I think so. You?"

"I don't feel too bad." Fox gave his limbs a good stretch, only feeling slight irritation in some areas. "Nothing major, just a couple scrapes and bruises."

"Sounds like you got off pretty easy then." Falco jumped out of the cockpit onto the sandy shore below. "Oh, it feels good to stretch my legs again." At ease, he sighed and leaned back so as to rest on what little of the metal hull of his ship remained intact. He then turned to his leader. "So where are we exactly?"

Fox rubbed his chin in thought, but nothing was coming to him. "I don't quite-" Just then, a faint memory resurfaced and shot through his mind like an arrow. "Wait, weren't we securing this planet for cartographers specifically because it's uncharted?"

The look on Falco's face indicated that he, too, was able to recall their mission, though he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. "Oh, I remember now..."

"Ah, I see you two actually survived." A voice purred from behind the pair of pilots, causing them to see who it came from. It was Panther Caroso of Star Wolf, trudging up the beach in front of the team's namesake.

"A pity." Wolf O'Donnell scoffed as laid his non-patched eye upon the two opposing pilots. "Our aim must be getting rusty." He spit out as he neared his rival. "But no matter, I can easily solve this problem right now." His fingers twitched into a fist as if he were rearing for a fight.

Falco jumped to his feet and stood in front of the vulpine, arms crossed along his chest. "Ah, shove it up your ugly ass. We got more important things to worry about."

Wolf glowered at the blue-feathered avian, mimicking his posture. "Simmer down, birdbrain, I'm not interested in you."

"Wolf, he's not wrong." Panther squeezed his leader's shoulder, forcing him to turn away from the other two. "Just look at their ships, they're in the same state that ours are."

He didn't want to admit it, but Wolf knew that his crewmate was right. "Fine." He wrenched out of the feline's grip. "Let's get a message sent to Leon so that he can properly extract us from whatever this place is."

"Won't do you any good." Falco shook his head.

Wolf took that as a slight against his authority. "Oh? And why not?"

"Because," Falco wasn't intimidated by the snarling canine, "I've already tried that. Our Arwings send out a distress beacon the moment something goes wrong, and I know for sure that mine went through. The problem is that they'll only know the approximate area. This is why I tried contacting them to let them know a more exact location, but I was only able to get a hold of Fox's vehicle."

Panther's jaw was slightly agape, as if understanding what the enemy pilot was saying. "So they weren't in close enough proximity?"

"Bingo." Falco smirked, enjoying the feeling of being the only one who knew what was going on. "There's something in the atmosphere that's blocking our transmissions, so you're screwed if you haven't sent out a message by now."

It took a few moments for the avian's words to fully sink into Wolf's brain. "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath as he palmed his forehead. "And how long do you think it'll take for them to find this location?"

Falco's expression then dropped, not liking the answer that he had. "Worst case scenario is a week. Best case..." He sighed, his gaze dropping to his boots. "Twenty-four hours."

"We're stuck here with you two for a whole day?!" Wolf's good eye seemed to nearly pop out of its socket.

"Hey, we don't like it any more than you do." Fox's hackles raised when his rival's did.

As he normally did, Wolf sneered at the younger canine. "Why don't I fix this issue right now?" His hands closed into fists as the adrenaline pumped through him.

"GUYS!" Panther boomed out at the top of his lungs. "We don't have the luxury of fighting right now. As much as we all hate it, we need to cooperate to survive our stay here, whether that's a full week," he flicked his eyes over to the bird, "or a single day."

"Kitty cat's right, we gotta deal with staying alive more than anything else." With a hunch, Falco clambered back into the cockpit of his Arwing. "Okay, we have enough water to last us until we're picked up, but I'm not even gonna make it through the night without something to eat or somewhere to sleep."

Panther grimaced as he looked back at his damaged vehicle. "Yeah, I don't think our ships are going to provide much protection from whatever the elements could throw at us." He scratched the back of his neck. "I guess Wolf and Fox can find food."

"I'm not going anywhere with him." The glare that Fox shot at the older canine could've melted through steel.

"I'll go with him." Falco spoke up, looking to defuse any potential scuffle. "If it's our survival on the line, I'll just bite the bullet."

"It's settled then." Panther clasped his hands together. "We best hurry, it'll be dark before we know it."

Wolf grunted, clearly displeased with the current situation. "Let's get this over with."

***

The jungle on this planet was particularly dense with overgrown vegetation, so much so that Falco had trouble seeing where he was going. "What does food even look like on this planet?" He grunted, sack slung over his shoulder.

"Beats the hell out of me." Wolf snorted. He opted to use his knife like a machete, nearly losing to the robust flora.

The duo kept at it until Falco stopped in front of an especially large bush, his eyes alight as he spied the scarlet red fruit dotting the foliage. "Oh, what have we here?"

Wolf peered around the bird to see what the holdup was but was thoroughly displeased with the revelation. "Don't tell me we came all this way just to pick some fucking berries." He snarled.

"Don't get your panties in a twist." Falco shot back. He reached out and twisted a ripened berry off of its branch. "Hmm."

"You're not actually thinking of eating them, are you?" This was a rare time that Wolf felt genuine concern for someone.

"You see a burger stand anywhere?" Falco chuckled. "We haven't come across any signs of wild animals either. It's between this and eating dirt." With one last glance down at the berry, he popped it into his mouth where it exploded in a juicy eruption.

Wolf watched with bated breath. "And?"

Falco ran his tongue through the organic detritus before swallowing it down. "It's not bad, actually. It kinda tastes like an orange mixed with a watermelon, but it's not as weird as that sounds."

"Alright, gimme." Wolf lunged past the avian and plucked a berry for himself. Were he thinking ahead he'd have eaten it slower than he did but being hasty meant that he now had to deal with his whole mouth suddenly igniting. "What the fuck?!" He spit the fruit out onto the ground, his tongue hanging out in the comparatively cooler air.

Falco could only stand there confused as he watched the older canine have the complete opposite reaction to him. "Uh, are you okay?"

"It's spicy!" Wolf blurted out in a huff, doing what he could to catch his breath.

That got Falco to burst out laughing. "Oh shit! Birds don't feel heat like you guys do." He found himself doubled over like the other pilot, barely containing himself. "Sucks to suck."

Being humiliated like that struck a nerve in Wolf, who pushed past the searing pain to bare his teeth at his younger enemy. "You think this is funny?!"

"Hi-larious." Falco grinned from ear-to-ear, emphasizing his words with hand gestures.

"Maybe we oughta just stick you on the menu then." Wolf crossed his jacketed arms over his chest, his good eye glaring at the other man.

Falco rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, because I'm sure that will go over well with everyone else." He forcefully exhaled through his nostrils. "I don't even think your team would appreciate you doing that." It was then that his expression reverted back to his natural cockiness. "But I won't lie, I know you're hankering for a piece of this." Wanting to rile up the canine even more, he seductively ran his hands along his body, caressing the length of his clothed torso as he worked his way down his thighs.

The bird's taunting got Wolf to sneer harder than he ever had before. "Please, if I was looking for a piece of meat to have my way with I could do a whole hell of a lot better than you."

That conversation happened to be quite topical as, while neither of them had noticed, they'd both been steadily beefing up in their flight suits as they'd been wandering along. It was too subtle for either of them to observe, but one monitoring them from afar would see it right away. All that they knew was that the greenery was getting easier to traverse and that Falco's pack was effortless to carry despite how filled to the brim it was with fruit. Something was in the atmosphere, indeed.

***

Panther and Fox had opted to look in a different direction to gather supplies, which happened to take them along a river. This was lucky as the impenetrable canopy overhead didn't cool them down as much as they thought it would, so the misty breeze coming off of the coursing water did wonders to refresh them.

"Surprisingly, I'm actually considering a dip right about now." Panther eyed the stream that they were following.

Fox smirked. "Shocking, coming from you."

In a display of camaraderie, Panther returned the grin to the red-furred vulpine. "I'll be honest, it's nice to actually talk with someone these days that isn't a total hothead."

"Right?" Fox could only guffaw. "Falco can be a royal pain at times, so I can only imagine what Wolf is like in private."

"Far more insecure than you could ever imagine." Just the thought got Panther to sigh. "That whole 'tough guy' act is a charade. He _hates_having his authority tested, but at the same time is still looking for validation from us."

"Sounds like he hasn't grown up as much as I thought then." A particularly large leaf that the pair of them walked past had caught Fox's attention. He only then realized that he didn't have a whole lot of experience in this field. "Say, could some of this stuff actually be useful to us?"

Panther stopped to look at the Fox, noticing the tree that the pilot was pointing at. "Yes, actually." A question formed in his head. "How much do you know about surviving out in the wild?"

"Uh, not a whole lot actually." Fox rubbed his arm as he looked down at his boots. "My shelter-making is basic at best, but it'll do in a pinch." He looked up at the feline, noting his temporary ally's calm demeanour. "What about you?"

"Pretty good. I went camping a lot when I was younger." Panther pursed his lips as soon as the words came out of his mouth, knowing full well that they weren't exactly accurate. "Okay, that's not entirely true. I got lost in the woods a lot when I was little, and I had no choice but to figure things out on my own." In a flash, he regained his composure. "But, it means that I know what I'm doing now and I'm sure that you can appreciate that."

Fox chuckled. "Yeah, I'm not fussy. I'll take all the help that I can get."

The pair of pilots spent the next little while gathering whatever Panther deemed usable to build refuge with, though they didn't have any sort of bag to carry their goods with. That slowly didn't matter so much as much like their counterparts they, too, were firmly creaking larger little by little. Maybe one of them would've noticed had they taken Panther's advice and gone for a swim. For now, they were inconspicuous to the changes. Such is the unintentional advantage of having a loose-fitting uniform.

***

Wolf and Falco were beat by the time they got back to the crash site, however they brought with them a whole pile of food that would surely last them the night and were greeted by the remarkable structure that Fox and Panther had put together. Not wanting to wait any longer, Falco unloaded his sack and together the four of them gorged themselves on all the fruit that they could get their hands on.

Day soon turned to night, so the four of them elected to call it and head to bed, not that there was much of a bed to head to. One by one the four men fell asleep, with Panther being the final one. His method of rest included stripping the clothes off of the top half of his body so as to let his fur cool down. This would've been the perfect time to discover what was going on, only he had passed out almost immediately.

There was going to be one hell of a surprise in the morning.

***

The sun's rays shone down intensely on the beach, hitting the sleeping men directly on their faces due to the shelter's cover not being angled properly. Were they getting rest in a building this wouldn't be a problem, but here they had no choice but to succumb to the whims of the star.

"Damnit all..." Fox grumbled as he felt his body slowly wake up. He felt numb, a sign that he had a good, deep sleep. It'd honestly been ages since he felt this refreshed after going to bed, but that didn't mean that he awoke all that quickly. His body did notify him of a large weight laying on top of it, and he quickly went to rectify the situation. "Falco, ya big lummox. Get off me." Still under the effects of sleep, Fox lazily went to push the bird off of him, not wanting to feel his-

"Feathers?!" The sensation bolted Fox awake, the pilot now bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. His hands didn't lie to him, he felt feathers despite his friend hitting the hay wearing his clothes. The reason for which became apparently obvious to him instantaneously - Falco somehow got swole overnight. The bird looked ready to compete on the bodybuilding circuit- no, he actually looked bigger than what those guys were! But that discovery led him to one that startled him even more - he was jacked up too!

The first thing that he saw was that his pectorals were so swollen with thick muscle mass that he almost couldn't see over them anymore. Any attempt resulted in his muzzle diving straight between the miniature planetoids, though he didn't mind so much as he noticed a pleasant, masculine aroma wafting from the fur that sprouted from deep within his pec valley.

A simple exploration of his hands uncovered that, not only was his torso similarly huge and shredded, but the hair growing out of his chest extended down to his crotch. It was almost too overwhelming for the poor fox to handle, but still he persisted. Strangely, the sensation of feeling how muscular he'd gotten was an intoxicating one. He got to feel how his arms bulged out with sinewy strength, putting steel cables to shame as he flexed his split-peak biceps. His traps surged skyward, resting scant inches below his ears. For the first time in a long time he had abs, but these were defined to the point that he could grate cheese with them. And then there were his quads, which had bloated up with so much mass that he could've sworn that they each rivaled the width of what his waist was before.

It was only just then that he realized that he was dealing with the biggest case of morning wood that he'd ever had in his life. It was literally the largest as his foxhood had shot up like a weed, no doubt a result from the little masturbatory session he just gave himself. His monolithic pillar stood proud in the middle of his view, pencil-thick veins snaking down the length of his shaft, just throbbing with need. As much as he'd liked to have given in and gotten off, his training kicked in and forced him to get up and take stock of the situation.

The scene would've been unbelievable had he told anyone not present.

Like himself, the three other men had ballooned up massively in their sleep. Fox could see that they were all still passed out, but it was only a matter of time before that changed. Every single one of them had bursted out of their clothing in the night, with the only evidence that they'd been wearing anything at all being tatters of fabric strewn asunder along their campsite.

The beams of sunlight induced consciousness in the men still laying on the ground, causing them to stir as reality settled back in. It wasn't instant, though, with Falco being the farthest along and still not having an eye totally open.

That eventually changed when he sat up and rubbed his eyes, still not observing his conspicuously larger frame. It was only when he stretched his arms did he overcome the effects of sleep and really feel that the heaviness in his limbs wasn't from tiredness, but from pounds upon pounds of heft crammed onto his formerly lithe frame. His eyes shot wide open at the sight, nearly popped out of their sockets entirely, but not a single sound escaped his mouth.

Panther wasn't so still as he shrieked after waking up, his hands immediately shooting to every muscle that he could lay his eyes on. Disbelief ran through his system as he fondled the diamond-hard flesh to verify that, yes, this was all real. His breathing caused his pecs to violently heave, forcing him to stare at the mounds of mass protruding from his chest. This was far and away more effective at waking him up than putting an extra espresso shot in his coffee.

The sudden wailing was enough to spook Wolf awake, and while he may have had only half the vision of the others, he was more than capable of seeing his body's overnight developments. A simple press of a finger into his flexed bicep confirmed that this really was his body, but it just left him... confused. Where did all of this come from?

"Morning, guys." Fox flatly directed at the others. "So, does anyone know what happened to us?"

Panther quivered, still not over the shock to his system. "I... I-I had noticed something last night, but I didn't pay it any attention." He tried his best to calm himself down. "I thought it was just a trick of the mind!"

"Maybe it was the food." Wolf offered.

"Uh, we both ate some before we came back here." Falco pointed out. "We would've noticed something by then."

The realization washed over Wolf, who could only sit there in silence. "Shit..."

"Must be the planet. Something in the air, maybe." Fox posited.

Wolf tried to resist, but he couldn't stop himself from eying the vulpine's massive form. His breathing grew staggered. "Fox, can I talk to you in private?"

The way that the older canine leered at him struck Fox as a tad odd, but he ultimately acquiesced. "Alright." He led his rival over to his Arwing and turned to face him, only to be immediately embraced by the older man, both by hand and by lips. The kiss was passionate from both parties, but was still unexpected to Fox, who pulled away when he got the chance. "What the fuck?!"

Wolf panted, his muscles tense. It was cathartic, like an ache in his chest was finally getting soothed after all these years. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me." He finally noticed how the younger man's own kitmaker was poking his rock-hard abs. "Seems you've got it too."

"I... Goddamn it." Fox couldn't deny the feelings coursing through his body. "I do." Sharp, staccato breaths were forced from his mouth. "And I need you."

"I need you too, pup." Wolf wheezed as he whuffed up the vulpine's thick trap. They shared another quick smooch before Fox turned around and placed his hands on his ship.

Meanwhile, Falco and Panther were privy to the whole thing, having watched it unfold in front of them. "Oh shit, that's hot." Falco stroked his raging erection with a hand.

"You wanna?" Panther shot the avian a glance, a wry smirk contorting his mouth.

"Fuck yeah, I do!" Falco used his weight to get both of them on the solid ground, where he gave little, loving nibbles along the feline's jaw. He then positioned himself behind the cat with his prick nestling itself between that ample rear, something that they both wanted. "You done this before?"

"Not like this, I haven't." Panther snorted. "Go on. I can take it."

Wolf exhaled down his rival-turned-lover's mountainous back, feeling how it resisted the force of his stuffed pectorals. Wordlessly, he gripped his fat schlong and guided it to the vulpine's globular ass cheeks and parted them, revealing his winking pucker. It was a good thing that he was producing so much precum as he just wanted to do nothing else but take the plunge.

Fox moaned aloud as he pushed back against the older canine. He wanted this so badly. His body was deluged with urges, one that only came at the behest of his colossal body. This was unlike anything that he'd ever been through, but he was ready.

Sensing his partner's nonverbal communication, Wolf proceeded to sink his dick deep inside the fox, eliciting a groan of approval. His good eye twitched as he felt the younger pilot's anal cavity clench down on his fuckmeat, but that only spurned him on. With gusto, he began pistoning into the other man.

Falco gripped onto the feline's pectorals as hard as he could but couldn't dent the flesh if he tried. He'd been bucking into the other man's thick ass for barely any time at all, but it was like time slowed down to him. Euphoria lit up his soul, the sensation a welcome side effect of his beef.

The rhythmic fucking that Panther received made him practically melt in the bird's brawny arms. As a normally lithe, swarthy lover, not once in his life did he think that sex as a behemoth could feel so good. It was like this experience had imprinted on him, hoping that he got to do this many more times in the future.

The way that his lover's tailhole massaged his girthy length thrilled Falco to no end, who increased his rate of thrusting in return. His balls slammed into the cat's burly legs as hard as his pelvis slapped the other pilot's dimpled cheeks. It only occurred to him then that he was woefully unaccustomed to his gargantuan body as he felt his prostate throb. He pushed himself too fast, too soon.

Panther gasped as white, hot seed suddenly began to fill his insides. Creamy gallons of birdbatter deluged his asshole harder than anyone else had done so before. The sensation was pleasurable beyond his wildest dreams. His muscle tensed as he grit his teeth, his body caving in and releasing what his cum tanks had produced since growing huge.

It was several moments later before either cum flow tapered off. They both basked in their shared afterglow, totally spent. "God damn." Falco struggled to keep his eyes open.

Panther leaned back into the avian stud. "Wanna do round two soon?" He purred.

"Don't think that's the wisest move." For the first time in a long time, Falco had a moment of lucidity after sex. "Did you notice that we haven't gotten taller since crashing here?"

Panther had to think for a bit to understand what he was getting at, but the dawning realization finally hit him. "Oh fuck!"

Wolf plowed the vulpine's tight ass like there was no tomorrow. It was as if an untamed need was driving his body, controlling the hundreds of pounds of bulk that he'd acquired out of nowhere. Animalistic snorting punctuated the drilling that he was giving the younger man. He needed to spill his seed.

Fox held out like a champ. Nothing that his lover gave to him was too much to handle, and in some instances he actually wished that the other man went harder. The itch that'd formed deep inside of him was getting thoroughly scratched by that leviathan pupmaker.

Wolf snarled as his jackhammering was beginning to falter. Gradually his pace slowed down until his hips bucked one last time, making his pelvis flush with the younger vulpine's ass. With one final grunt he loudly howled, announcing that his dam had bursted wide open and there was no holding back. Those testosterone factories of his unleashed everything they had stored.

Fox, in turn, cried out in unison as he felt his insides get painted with sticky jism. The flooding broke his concentration momentarily, just enough to cause a chain reaction inside of himself. His own cock geysered out untold litres of cum onto his beloved Arwing before dripping onto the sand beneath them. Never before had he cum this hard in his life.

Half-lidded, Wolf panted, his tongue lolling out. It was like he jizzed out his feral emotions when he drained his balls dry. "Oh my god." He felt his grip on the other canine's shoulder weaken.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I really enjoyed that." Fox rested his head on his meaty forearm.

Heart beating a mile a minute, Wolf had one last emotion that he needed to express, even if it killed him. "I love you."

Fox thought that his brain short-circuited for a moment. "Excuse me?!"

Wolf couldn't contain his embarrassment as his cheeks glowed a rosy pink. "Tell anyone I said that and I'll-"

"You'll what? Kill me?" Fox cackled. "I doubt you'd risk losing the one person who pushes your buttons like that."

That would've gotten Wolf even more upset, but he instead just chuckled. "You're just like your father."

Fox could only blink in response. "What?"

Just then, a crackle came from the nearby Arwing, causing Fox to jump to it and see what was going on. It turned out that Slippy had patched into the ship's communication device, audio only. "Fox, can you hear me?"

Fox did everything that he could think of to boost the signal. "Yeah, I gotcha."

"Oh, I'm glad!" Slippy sighed. "It took us hours to triangulate your position. Oh, hang on." No one could tell what he was doing until they heard his voice come through on every ship's speakers. "There, now everyone can hear me."

"That's the last thing we wanted." Wolf groaned as much as his ship did as he clambered onto it.

Falco leapt into his cockpit, careful not to damage it any further. "Slip, you gotta get us off this planet, man."

"Do you not think that's what we're trying to do?" A sinister sounding voice shot back at the bird.

That got Panther to do a double-take. "Wait, Leon's helping too?"

"Unfortunately." The chameleon's voice came crackling over the airwaves.

"Don't worry, we're coming down in a deluxe-sized Arwing to pick you guys up!" Peppy's reassuring voice came in loud and clear.

Fox grimaced. "Peppy, you're, um..." All he needed was one good, long look at himself to realize that their problem wasn't quite over yet. "You're gonna need a bigger ship."