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Being a galactic hero tended to come with a few perks, one of them being frequent invitations to exclusive events. Being a galactic hero in a time of peace meant Fox McCloud was usually free enough to take up some of these offers. Most of the time, said events had some prestige to them: the signing of a peace treaty, breaking ground for a new colony, perhaps a funeral for a high-ranking official. Those at least had banquets after the fact.

This one was a novelty, a backstage pass to a rock concert on a moon of the planet Corneria. Fox had heard of the singer, some brute who tended to appear in the civilian headlines due to his crude antics. With nothing else on his agenda, Fox decided to go. None of his old crew agreed to be his plus one, so he settled for going alone.

Fox was impressed when he stepped off the lunar transport. He hadn't known about the stadium which took up a great portion of real estate. Walking without the expected loss of weight was strange; he remembered some trivia on the transport about a successful procedure to add density to the moon's core, making the celestial body ripe for development. Fox had been in microgravity often enough not to care one way or the other.

The stadium was impressive, more like a palace than a typical venue. The singer was everywhere on video screens and tapestries, typically leering down, his gaze unsettling but his star power undeniable.

Fox flashed his backstage pass to security and was led through the back corridors. He could hear the crowd in the stadium itself clamoring for the main act while technicians hurried around him, some stopping to greet the hero. One offered to show him to reserved balcony seats where he'd be watching; Fox said he could find his way.

He made it to his seating by the time the show had begun. The singer, Kahnso, almost immediately rubbed Fox the wrong way. He was loud, brash, nearly naked and very self-assured as he strutted and worked the crowd up. He reminded Fox of his rival, Wolf O'Donnell. Just the thought of the leather-clad mercenary made him frown, but also blush. Fox settled into his seat and sourly watched, thinking this was better than loafing on his ship or polishing his Arwing, but only just.

Fox felt like he'd been suffering from noise pollution for ages when he finally decided to get up and leave. For just a moment, the singer looked up, and Fox was sure their eyes met. Something in the tall and muscular singer's stare unnerved Fox but he didn't linger on it, instead leaving the way he'd come.

In the backstage area, as Fox tried to make his way to the exits, several assorted males in security shirts and headsets politely stopped him. It was terribly embarrassing, the one in the lead said, but his daughter had come to work with him and she really wanted to meet the one and only Fox McCloud. Fox smiled bashfully and decided a few more minutes wouldn't be a big deal. It wasn't like he had much else to do.

His instincts told him something was wrong after he was led into a side room. It was unfinished in some ways but conspicuously luxuriant otherwise, with a large bed, full body mirrors, and a portable refrigerator running off of its own power cell. There was nobody inside. He turned to open the door, but it rejected his commands.

"Great," Fox grunted. He sorely missed the blaster he tended to carry on his hip.

Fox wasn't alone for long. The door smoothly opened and in the doorway was the massive frame of Kahnso. He glimmered with sweat, stank of exertion and masculinity, and was dressed in a small assortment of leather gear, including an ostentatious loincloth. Fox stared up at the singer, trying not to show his intimidation.

"Kahnso, right?" Fox asked as casually as he could.

"Real sharp there," Kahnso dryly said. "Wasn't sure you knew, my picture's only plastered around here every five feet or so." He stepped inside, his bulk forcing Fox back. The door whispered shut and he touched the pad at its side, locking it. "You know, I personally invited you to my show. I figured a guy like you, well, he might enjoy a break from the tedium."

Fox was trying very hard not to show how unnerved he was. His nostrils were quivering slightly, the enclosed space already smelling strongly of Kahnso. "I appreciate the gesture."

The tall and wide Kahnso, seemingly too large to be a fox, walked McCloud back until the pilot's shoulders touched the cool steel wall. Fox stared up, Kahnso down, their eyes locked. "Appreciated it so much you walked out, huh?"

"It was giving me a headache," Fox blurted.

Kahnso grinned. "Oh, is that it?" Now he leaned closer, hunching his posture somewhat. His breath was hot and heavy as it washed across McCloud's snout. "You ever fuck a rock star, flyboy?"

Fox put a paw on the singer's shoulder, and it was then that his sweaty heat and the sheer density of his body became apparent. The pilot said lowly, "I think you have the wrong idea."

"Pretty sure you do, too," Kahnso said, his tone almost seductive. One of his massive paws clutched Fox's taut, slightly round bottom; the pilot cringed and pushed Kahnso's shoulder, but failed to make him budge. "Gotta be honest with you, McCloud, I don't usually fuck guys. I'm gonna make an exception for you, though."

Fox's thoughts were caught on Wolf. Wolf O'Donnell, the handsome rogue who could somehow be seductive and repulsive in the same instant. Fox showed his teeth slightly and brought up his other paw, placing it on the opposite shoulder. "I'm not interested, seriously."

Kahnso's long, thick fingers slipped under McCloud's pants. "No underwear, huh?" the large fox observed. "Tell me you're a slut without telling me."

"I'm warning you-"

His middle finger teased between Fox's ass cheeks. He pressed the pink rim of Fox's anus like pushing a button, and the pilot shuddered. "Don't be such a bitch, McCloud," he rumbled, and then licked his cheek. Their lips brushed and one of Kahnso's protruding tusks rubbed Fox's nose. "It ain't some secret you're queer. Quit acting like you aren't dying for some of this." He clutched at his loins, emphasizing the hefty lump his genitals made under the leather garment.

"Even if I am-!" Fox sharply started, only to stop himself and regain a small amount of composure. "Even if I am, it doesn't mean I want somebody like you."

Kahnso depressed McCloud's snug anus, wrenching an aroused, but conflicted moan from the pilot. The enormous fox laughed in his face, then pecked his lips with a quick kiss; Fox recoiled but blushed. "Let's be honest here - you do want me. You're blushing and splaying your ears, you could've clawed my eyes out of their sockets by now if you wanted to, close as you are. But you're just taking it, like he told me you would. Second point, you don't have much choice one way or the other. You should make this easier on yourself."

Fox didn't have to ask who Kahnso was referring to; only one person would ever insinuate such a thing, and that was Wolf. He said in a quiet voice, "I don't care who you've been talking to, what I do is my business."

The singer slid his fingers out of McCloud's pants, then pulled him toward the small living space of the dressing room. As he unfastened his loincloth and let it drop, he spoke, "Don't make me tear your clothes off of you, Fox. Hate to see you hobble out of here naked and disgraced."

Fox eyed the hefty, furry, vaguely tubular sheath hanging from Kahnso's groin. It was surrounded by dark pubic hair, all of which was heavy with sweat and odor. Kahnso crudely scratched his scrotum before sitting on the leather chair nearby, which creaked and squeaked as he settled into place with one foot on the floor, the opposite leg slung over an armrest. "I hear you got a thing for ass. The smellier the better, according to my friend."

He disrobed without flair, doing it almost spitefully as Kahnso watched. As he bared his slender, athletic body, Fox said with barely-restrained anger, "I should have figured you'd be the kind of scumbag to associate with Wolf. What do you do for him, huh?"

Kahnso grinned toothily. "Who said anything about Wolf? Are you implying he knows that you, personally, are a helpless slut when it comes to ass?" He cupped the abundant mass of his scrotum and lifted it, baring glistening, thin fur and the hint of his pink anus below. Standing several feet away, Fox caught wind of Kahnso's anal musk and cringed. His modest penis twitched.

"I hate you, both of you," Fox grunted through bared teeth. His blush was intense as he knelt, bringing his nose close to Kahnso's genitals. "Ah, fuck, you stink..."

"Best stink you'll ever smell, hero-boy," Kahnso snorted. "Come on. Get your mouth on it."

Fox shuddered as much in revulsion as unwanted lust. He placed his paws on his knees, not wishing to touch the enormous fox, afraid of how much he might enjoy the feeling of Kahnso's hard muscle and damp fur in his fingers. His nose brushed Kahnso's perineum, then bumped the soft pink rim of his anus. "Oh-, fuck," Fox grunted, while his penis twitched. "Your smell is so thick, do you ever wash?"

"Of course I do," Kahnso defensively said. "But try dancing around for four hours under those fucking lights and see if you smell like a bouquet." He clamped one of his burly mitts around Fox's head and yanked him in. Fox's nose pushed against his anus; Kahnso loosed a grumbling moan, then chuckled.

His anal scent was rich and thick. Fox winced and lurched back, more a reflex than a conscious movement. Kahnso's claws raked his scalp and made it sting, the pain causing Fox to cry out, and he completed his escape on his back, staring at Kahnso in surprise. His penis was erect.

Anger flashed on Kahnso's face. He stood sharply, shoving the chair into the wall. Fox started to pull himself away, fearing a fight against someone twice his size, but Kahnso effortlessly caught him, pinning him under a large foot which covered much of Fox's chest.

"All right, you got me!" Fox said, paws up and fingers splayed in surrender.

Kahnso put down enough weight that Fox wheezed. His anger turned to a hateful grin which showed his teeth to the gums. "I'm happy to do shit the hard way, McCloud," he lustfully said. He stepped heavily on Fox, making him gasp, stunning him so that all he could do was hold his chest and try to catch his breath. He turned, straddling Fox's head. Fox watched helplessly as Kahnso squatted down. First the singer's dangling balls slid across his snout; and then his snout was in Kahnso's ass crack, his nose socked against the ripe pink bud between the cheeks. Kahnso rested his weight on Fox, pinning his head painfully to the floor, causing his nose to sink inside of the singer's ripe anal passage. As the severity of Kahnso's masculine stink hit Fox, the pilot shuddered, and his intelligent emerald eyes turned glassy. His erection throbbed, spurting modest streamers of precum onto his belly.

Fox's arousal wasn't lost on Kahnso. The singer tweaked Fox's shaft with his fingers and noted the rapid throb of his heartbeat. "Excited much there, McCloud? I didn't realize you were this much of an ass huffer."

Fox made a disparaging noise, but with his snout partially sunken into Kahnso's anus, he was impossible to take seriously. His nostrils flared within Kahnso, drinking in the anal musk, shamefully savoring the scent of the singer who he despised more and more. In time he was even touching Kahnso, feeling over the singer's taut behind, reverently cupping and caressing the plump bag of his scrotum and the tube of his sheath. The latter pulsed with arousal, pulled taut around the cock it was slowly disgorging.

"Atta boy, Fox," Kahnso growled. The casualness of his tone incensed Fox, but he could only sniff and whine; he was painfully aware of his submissiveness. He mentally cursed Wolf, and at the same time missed the handsome rogue.

Kahnso reached beneath Fox. Again he fondled the pilot's fine bottom, cupping both cheeks, enjoying their warmth and give. "Better ass on you than most of the women I fuck," he tutted. "Wolf told me you had an ass to die for, didn't think he was being serious." Fox's face warmed from a blush. Kahnso wriggled down, sighing with pleasure as Fox's snout opened his anal passage. "Fuck, I'm not some bottom fag like you, McCloud, but it feels pretty damn good having someone's nose up my ass..."

One of Kahnso's thick fingers slid between Fox's ass cheeks. He toyed with the pilot's anus as he had before, pushing and tugging it, observing his reactions. Fox's whines and twitches never ceased to amuse him; the pilot was so helpless and small. A grin spread across his face, because here he was molesting the hero of Lylat without any fear of reprisal. He laughed and crudely voiced the thought: "Just for shits, wouldn't it be something if the whole system could see your snout halfway up my colon? They probably already know you're a queer anyway, but that's a whole hell of a lot different than actually seeing their hero being an ass-huffing bitch."

Fox growled, but the noise only served to pleasure Kahnso, as it vibrated the many tender nerve endings within his ass. Kahnso said as much when he teased, "Damn, you vibrate, too? Gonna have to make you my escort, McCloud." Suddenly he plunged his finger inside of Fox. There was only sweat and sebum on his digit, and the entry was painful, but Fox clenched and groaned, and his penis spat a fat globule of precum. "You are fucking tight, Fox... Wolf warned me about that, but I'm still impressed."

Fox found himself wishing uncharacteristically for something horrible to befall Kahnso, preferably immediately. At the same time, at odds with his hatred, he loved the egotistical singer. He desperately sucked at Kahnso's vulgar anal musk and found himself hanging off of every crass word. His paws found Kahnso's enormous, knotted phallus and began to caress and squeeze, marveling at the size and heat of the fleshy totem.

The singer curled his digit inside of Fox, depressing the prostate gland and coaxing precum from his penis. Fox moaned deeply inside of Kahnso, with tears in his eyes from the sharpness of the scent. He squeezed Kahnso's knot as if he meant to crush it, but couldn't so much as dent the somewhat slimy flesh. The realization that it might end up inside of him was as horrifying as it was thrilling. A part of him wanted to bounce on it; another part wanted to be pinned down and raped. The voice of dissent was getting quieter, lost in the musky haze.

"Fu-u-uck, you sniff ass like you're gonna die without it," Kahnso laughed. He slid back his finger - more pain, leaving Fox's anus throbbing and raw - then pulled his ass slowly up, freeing Fox's snout. He moaned when the pilot's nose came free; his anus was somewhat loosened, hovering close to Fox's dirty snout. Fox whimpered, stole a few desperate licks across its rim, and held his hips, meaning to keep the singer in place.

"Eager bitch, so eager," Kahnso growled. "Funny how quick your tune changed. Realized how good you got it, huh?"

"Shut up and let me smell you," Fox snapped.

Kahnso snorted a laugh. "Getting bossy again." He turned around and deprived McCloud of the ass he desperately craved. His tusked muzzle was close to Fox's face, near enough that he could smell Kahnso's breath, tinged with liquor. Kahnso nuzzled with Fox and said with a lusty growl, "Your face smells good. You wanna keep it that way, you'd best behave yourself."

Fox grumbled but said nothing more. Kahnso was close enough to bite, but he didn't think he could harm the singer's handsome face; he had grown to like Kahnso the same way he'd come to like Wolf. He nuzzled back, finding himself enthralled by the massive tusks and their hard surfaces. He licked one, curling his tongue about it, when suddenly Kahnso forced a kiss on him. His lengthy tongue bullied into McCloud's mouth and slithered down his throat like a serpent; Fox's eyes widened, then closed, filling with tears as his gag reflex hit. He choked and whined, pushing against Kahnso to no avail: Kahnso pressed close and slathered his throat, bulging his neck, filling him with saliva. The singer's tusks framed the raping kiss, pushing on Fox's maw, making him feel almost claustrophobic between them. He was miserable, yet his cock was twitching.

A throaty growl resonated in Kahnso's cavernous trunk. Fox was cowed by the towering vulpine, and there was pleasure in the submission. He forced his eyes to open, locking his gaze with Kahnso's red stare. Kahnso was grinning, the expression visible all over his face, even in his eyes. He reached for Kahnso's head and combed his fingers through the singer's lush, dark hair. A small grumble shook his chest, his demure answer to Kahnso's bestial snarls.

Kahnso fondled McCloud's rear, always returning to those rounded cheeks and their plush fur. His tongue pulled and pushed in Fox's esophageal grip, taking and giving pleasure from the slick passage. Tellingly, Fox did not gag or choke, but his throat consistently squeezed the singer's long tongue. His eyes again closed, but now gently, as if in a lover's ecstasy.

Slowly Kahnso withdrew his tongue. Ribbons of slobber linked his calm maw to the gasping, mewling lips of Fox McCloud; saliva covered Fox's chin and neck in a slightly foamy sheet. Fox bleated, "Uh, fuck, I've never been kissed like that before..."

"Nobody has until they've been with me," Kahnso remarked. He nosed with Fox, pecking soft kisses on his musky snout. Fox kissed back until Kahnso nipped his face; then the pilot shivered and tucked his muzzle under Kahnso's.

The singer grinned as he held Fox. "Where's that attitude at? It was pretty damn cute."

"Shut up," Fox grunted, blushing.

"That's better," Kahnso chuckled. "All right, McCloud, what's your poison? You wanna gag on it or am I gonna gouge your ass with it?"

The thought of either made Fox cringe. "Neither! You're way too big for me."

Kahnso snorted. "Heard that a million times, flyboy. I haven't killed anybody yet." Again he climbed over top of Fox, then said, "I bet, as a pilot who regularly takes the lives of others in his hands, you've got great self-control - don't you?"

McCloud watched, wary, as Kahnso made to straddle him. "I, uh, suppose so..."

"So, then, if I were to warn you not to shove your nose up my ass, you'd probably be able to manage it." He swung his hard, sweaty ass over Fox's snout. His scrotum dangled on Fox's neck; his ass crack was near enough that Fox could have packed his face inside easily. The familiar, potent musk teased him.

Fox stared uneasily. His ears were splayed, his nostrils quivering, penis still very stiff. "I-I guess I can, yes," he muttered. "If you really, really wanted me to keep from doing that, I suppose..."

Kahnso laughed. He settled back on his knees until Fox's nose bumped his crack. "Good to hear, Fox. Because I don't want my asshole licked, and I don't want you cramming your nose inside of it. I just want you to relax and sniff for a while."

For a moment Fox remained where he was, his back flush on the bed as he drank in Kahnso's overwhelming scent. He studied the much larger fox's bottom, noticing, as if for the first time, the plushness of his coat and the firmness of his buttocks. Like rain off of an awning, what seemed like endless droplets of sweat dappled his face, at times coming close enough to his eyes to make him flinch, other times landing squarely on his nose, putting more of the singer's scent in his nostrils. And there was his heavy, swampy ballbag, its cloying warmth making Fox sweat, himself. He asked, not without some nervousness, "How long do you want me to just smell you?"

The singer hummed obnoxiously, as if the thought hadn't occurred to him: "Hmmmmm." He slid a finger down McCloud's modest shaft, and in doing so made him moan. "Not much longer, I guess. Maybe even sooner, if you wanna tell me just how bad you'd like a taste."

Fox frowned. "I don't want to lick you," he said without much conviction. "Your musk isn't that bad, I'll admit, but I can take it or leave it."

"Know something, McCloud?" Kahnso grabbed Fox's athletic legs and lifted them, then reached down for the pilot's ass. He toyed with Fox's anus, spreading its rim, stretching and kneading it so that he gasped and panted. "You might be a good pilot, but your lying needs work. Might as well just admit you're dying for this." He lowered himself slightly so that Fox's nose notched into his crack; he felt the pilot sniffing not for air but musk. "Lucky for you, I'm not gonna punish you for trying to bullshit me."

"Lucky me," Fox grunted. He pushed against Kahnso's broad behind, but even with all the strength he could muster, Kahnso didn't budge. Seemingly in response, Kahnso lowered himself again, sinking Fox's snout deeper. Fox was very close to Kahnso's glistening anus, the scent rich and unadulterated. He whined, "Stop, stop!"

"No licking," Kahnso warned, grinning broadly. "I feel that tongue on my asshole even once, and I'm gonna shove my knot between your jaws. Ever choked on cock? Actually, I guess you have, considering your reputation." He took a moment to wet his fingers with drool, then plunged two deep inside of the pilot. Fox gasped, his toes curled, and he snorted Kahnso's foul anus sharply.

Kahnso pumped Fox slowly; the girth of his fingers made the pilot moan and hiss from time to time. He spread his fingers, gouging Fox's anus, training away some of its snugness. "Gotta get you opened up," the singer chuckled. "No way my knot's gonna fit in here as-is. How you doing down there, McCloud? You want to lick? I'll let you have one slurp, make it a good one."

"Fuck you!" Fox sputtered. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so helpless - not to mention horny because of it. Not even Wolf had made him feel quite so weak. "Oh, you are the worst, you're just-!" He growled, and suddenly dragged his tongue across the singer's asshole, causing the pink ring to clench and quiver. Kahnso's indulgent moan filled Fox with equal amounts of hatred and desire.

"I think licking my ass is a better use of that nice tongue than cussing," Kahnso remarked; the coolness of his voice made Fox huff. "Tell you what, McCloud, I've just about got your asshole stretched out for my dick. Gimme a few more licks and I might even use lube."

Fox was swimming in Kahnso's musk, so aroused that he could barely keep his thoughts coherent. Distantly he was aware that he didn't like Kahnso personally, but he craved more of his masculine body and scent. This time he didn't even offer any defiant words. Instead he desperately tongued Kahnso's anus, splaying back his ears as he slurped again and again. Musk filled his sinuses and the earthy, salty sweat stung his tongue in a way Fox found almost euphoric. His anal muscles struggled around Kahnso's fingers, the many nerve endings in his anus alight with the kind of pleasure he hated to admit that he enjoyed. In that moment, he even admitted to himself that he craved the singer's fat, knotted cock inside of him.

"Fu-u-uck, that's how you do it, McCloud," Kahnso grumbled. His large, plush tail swished over Fox's head; Fox was only dimly aware of its gust. "You just go ahead and stop whenever you feel like it."

For a few minutes longer, Fox ate Kahnso's ass with growing desperation. He was gasping between slurps, almost forgetting to breathe as he tongued Kahnso. He managed to say between laps, "So good, you taste-, you taste incredible..."

Kahnso grinned. "Finally admitting the truth, yeah? And Wolf told me you'd always be a tight-lipped bitch about it."

The mention of Wolf was just enough to break Fox out of his whorish trance mid-lick. He said sharply, "What else has Wolf said about me?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, sugar," Kahnso playfully said as he pulled himself off of Fox. He half-expected the pilot to try to keep his snout where it was, but Fox stayed on the bed, panting softly. "You can have a little more later," he said offhandedly. "Stay put."

Fox watched as Kahnso took a tube of clear lube from a drawer in his vanity. When the large fox returned to the bed, McCloud said with some unease, "I've never had anyone as big as you."

For a moment Kahnso smiled almost sweetly. It was undercut by his ruby-red eyes and the fat, red penis hanging from his sheath. "I'll take it slow, McCloud. At first." He slathered what seemed to Fox like an inadequate amount of lube on his penis, then spurted a generous helping of it on two of his fingers. After he tossed the tube aside, he plunged his digits into the pilot's ass, causing Fox to sharply gasp and show teeth.

"Dammit, that's cold!"

"It'll warm up," Kahnso said as he smeared it across Fox's snug anal walls. Fox's resentful scowl started to soften around the time Kahnso slipped his fingers free, and his expression turned to concern when the singer made ready to enter him.

At the feeling of Kahnso's cock on his pucker, Fox said timidly, "I really don't know about this."

"I do, so don't worry," Kahnso said, and winked. He held Fox's hip in one paw and braced his meat with the other. As he pushed into Fox, the pilot groaned, his toes curling, penis spitting fat wads of precum. "Yeah, there we go," Kahnso murmured, watching the inches of his cock slowly vanish into Fox's quivering anus. He licked one of his tusks, then growled, "You're a natural at this shit. Bet you were dying for it as soon as you saw me."

Fox huffed. "Shut up, Kahnso."

The singer snorted and grinned. He unhanded his cock, which by then was sunken deep enough that it didn't need guidance. He leaned over Fox, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders, framing his roguish face. "I don't usually go for men," he noted. "You're damn lucky, getting this."

"Yeah, I'll bet," the pilot grunted - but he knew that he was. "Just-, you know, do your thing and get it over with, already."

Kahnso touched his nose to Fox's. He smelled the pilot's snout and said slyly, "Trying so-o-o hard to convince me you're not into it. Kinda cute, gotta be honest."

The bulb of Kahnso's knot touched McCloud's rump, saving Fox from a reply. Instead he gasped, and he reached down, fondling the impossible bulk of the knot. "Oh, damn, that's way too big. You cannot put that inside of me," Fox gravely said. "I'm serious."

The singer's grin unnerved Fox, but as with most things Kahnso said and did, it also aroused him. "You giving orders now, ass kicker?" the singer asked, his tone dangerous. "I wasn't aware."

"I'm just saying," Fox said, taking the edge out of his voice. "I can't handle knots, I'm not good with them."

Kahnso moved his hips. He pulled back slowly, and the well-lubricated slide made Fox moan. Then he pushed back inside, and pushed his knot against the pilot's snug anus. At first Fox groaned, then started to fret, "No, please! Don't knot me!"

"I'm not gonna do it," Kahnso scoffed. "Not yet, anyway. That's for when I empty my balls inside you." He pecked Fox on his lips, but when the pilot gave no reply, Kahnso said, "Come on, kiss back. Don't get all bitchy on me now."

"I don't like you very much," Fox muttered before he kissed Kahnso. He loved the way the singer's sticky jowls felt against his own, how they stuck together momentarily. Then he nosed a tusk, kissed its broad surface, and timidly licked it. "You're so fucking sexy. I hate it, and I hate you," Fox petulantly said.

Kahnso quickened his movements, growling under his breath, passively accepting Fox's kisses. He nuzzled with the pilot, making a point to grind his tusks on McCloud's snout before licking his chin. "Relax, flyboy. You're sure as hell not the first person to tell me that. Not even under these same exact circumstances." He winked and chuckled. "Fuck, but you're a good lay. Like I said, I don't usually fuck guys. Definitely prefer pussy. I got no problem with your ass, though."

"You talk too much," Fox hissed as he slid his fingers through Kahnso's hair, then over his shoulders and broad back. "You big, muscular prick. Shut up. Just fuck me."

"Why don't you make me, if you're such a tough guy," Kahnso warned, as he pushed harder, more intently into Fox's clenching ass. "Or are you not that tough without your little laser gun or your ship?"

Fox gave no answer. His eyes were shut, his teeth bared in a pleasured grimace. He held onto Kahnso's shoulders as if to keep the beastly male at arm's length. Kahnso kissed him and he kissed back automatically; Kahnso licked his lips and Fox returned that as well, shuddering.

"Good boy," Kahnso said in a rare, gentle coo. "You want the knot. I can see it in your face." When Fox's eyes suddenly opened, Kahnso grinned. "Yeah, I know the look. I know the attitude, too. Bitches like you don't want the knot until they suddenly do."

"I don't!" Fox urgently said, his blush hot and his ears splayed. "I'm serious!"

Kahnso sunk deep into Fox and pushed against him with the bulb of his knot. Fox groaned and threw his arms around Kahnso. "Kahnso, I'm dead serious," he gasped. "Please-!" That was when Kahnso forced another kiss on him, and as he had before, snaked his tongue to the back of Fox's maw and down his throat. Fox gagged and jerked, then groaned around the invading muscle. He clung to Kahnso with all his strength, his eyes rolling back, his cock throbbing powerfully.

Fox burbled something around the singer's slab of a tongue. His athletic body was nearly convulsing with pleasure, some of it unwanted, all of it appreciated. Kahnso forced the knot against his slick anus, gouging it open to what seemed an impossible diameter before the widest point slipped inside. Fox choked around Kahnso's tongue as his anus swallowed up the singer's knot, filling him with its enormous, satisfying bulk. He writhed and kicked, whining, drool foaming out of his nostrils.

On top of Fox, crushing him into the bed, Kahnso roared in an elegant show of pleasure and power as his climax hit. His cock twitched with each fat, sticky rope it spat. Fox's ass was pumped full, putting pressure on the countless nerve endings within while the knot kept him plugged like a fleshy cork. The fullness was too much to bear; it seemed to crush the small gland of his prostate. Even without being touched, his cock began jerking and shooting, launching tacky white ropes onto Kahnso's taut stomach. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he suffered through this potent orgasm, still gagging on Kahnso's wriggling tongue. He moved his grip to the singer's shoulders and shoved against him.

Kahnso kept his tongue buried in McCloud for a few moments. His eyes were glazed and a grin tugged at the corners of his maw. When he came back to his senses, he slithered his tongue back out of Fox. While the pilot coughed and whimpered, Kahnso lapped his cheek and the side of his head. He said with a seductive growl, "That's some good ass you got there, McCloud. I actually wasn't sure I was gonna fit."

"I told you-, not to," Fox sputtered - but there was a note of satisfaction in his voice. "Fuck... I don't think I'm gonna be able to sit for a while..."

The singer uttered a laugh that was almost a giggle. "You can just come with me, flyboy. I'll make sure you have some nice pillows to sit on."

Fox grunted noncommittally, even if the idea appealed somewhat; there was nothing else to do in peacetime except brush up on his dogfighting skills. "Shut up," he said, more tired than sassy. "Just please don't yank that thing out of me."

Kahnso kissed Fox several times on the head and cheeks. The affection was surprisingly pleasant for the pilot. "Nah. That hurts both of us." He rolled onto his side, then his back, holding Fox close enough to keep their bodies from moving independently. "Probably gonna take a nap. Fucking makes me sleepy."

"Great," Fox huffed, but he was getting tired, himself. He laid against Kahnso, at first doing so irritably before he relaxed against the softly heaving plane of the singer's chest.

Before Fox fell asleep, Kahnso asked him quietly, "You like my smell, McCloud?"

Fox was startled into honesty; he thought Kahnso had been asleep. "You smell amazing. I still don't like you very much."

Kahnso chuckled, laying a paw on Fox's back. Despite himself, Fox welcomed the touch. "I figured as much on both counts. Night, flyboy."

Fox closed his eyes and sighed. "Goodnight." Although he didn't expect to, Fox fell asleep on top of the singer.