Love in Parody
Finally, after ten thousand years! I have written again, and it's by far the longest single thing I've written. And trying to immediately get back into writing porn after writing nothing for years is a trip.
Fox McCloud clicked to the first slide. It showed a young horse, her face covered in sparkling makeup and wearing a tight, rather flattering dress. "I found our next job. A Cornerian horse, name of Porshia Stapleton, COO of Stapleton Industries, wants to hire us as an escort - " Falco rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath before Peppy shushed him, "while she tours the system to check on the stations her father, " Fox clicked on the next slide to show an older horse in a tailored suit glaring into the camera, "one Alexander Stapleton, CEO, purchased in the wake of the Lylat Wars before the market stabilized."
The full team was sitting in a half-circle at the table in the kitchen of the Great Fox, with the images being projected on a screen pulled down over the cabinets. The lights were turned off so the projected images could be clearly seen by everyone.
"The job is estimated to last three weeks. Starting on the 24th- this Friday- from Corneria and ending when we arrive back in Corneria's orbit on the 8th. We'll be moving counter-orbit, traveling to stations around Aquas, Zoness, Fortuna and Titania. While she is conducting her inspections, we will maintain our guard against space-faring threats, as she has her own ground security. This means that we will not be docking at any of these stations for resupply for the duration, except in case of emergency obviously. So make sure you've got plenty of entertainment for the upcoming weeks. Any questions so far?"
Slippy raised his hand while Falco rolled his eyes. "This is way longer than we'll have been without a restock. Are you sure we'll be okay?"
"We'll restock at Corneria on Thursday before we get ready to head out," Fox said.
Slippy's eyes lit up and he said, "Sweet! There's some new parts out for the Landmaster. Can we pick them up while we're there since we'll be in space for the entire job?"
Fox nodded. "Get me a list of the parts you want and I'll approve the budget for them." He waited a moment in case anyone else wanted to speak up before he moved to the next slide.
"She and her team will be traveling in The Stable, a SD-Y-32 cruiser that has next to no maneuverability and a top speed that would basically make it a sitting duck in the event of hostiles. Thankfully, the chances of encountering any are extremely low. She and her father have no known bounties or any enemies that would want to take advantage of her choice of ship."
"So this is another milk run?" Falco interjected. "Some heiress wants to show off to her rich friends that she's important enough to waste Star Fox's time?"
Fox sighed before setting the pad containing his notes on the table. "I know this isn't ideal, but there's not a lot of jobs now that most of the Venomian forces have been captured or are so entrenched that it's not worth it to fight them. This one at least pays enough to cover us for the next six months minimum without too much investment, or being out-and-out illegal," he said.
Falco scoffed. "Surely there's something? What about a recovery run from Sargesso? I know 'misplaced' goods are always turning up there. Or maybe some pirates? There's gotta be something!"
The worst part of it all was that Fox understood Falco's frustration. This was the fourth escort job in half a year, but there was essentially nothing else coming in following the end of their contract with the Cornerian Army to round as many of the fleeing Venomian forces as possible. Just a lot of rich assholes wanting to rub shoulders with the 'Saviors of Lylat.' As if any of them would have even bothered to notice Star Fox before they had taken down Andross.
"I suppose it makes sense," Peppy mused. Falco's skeptical eyes turned to him and even Slippy raised a brow. "Most of the regular clients we took on before would assume that we're out of their price range now, while those who could afford our new rates might still be recovering from the war. Not to mention that no sane pirate would operate now. Not with the military still out in force."
"Believe me, Falco," Fox said, "if I could find a job with some excitement that wouldn't actually cost us money to run, then I'd take it. As it stands, it was either this or play bodyguard on the ground for a week on Corneria. So unless you'd rather stand pretty as some rich bastard uses us as props to convince people to vote for him..?" Fox trailed off as he stared at Falco. Falco just crossed his arms and looked away.
Fox looked around the kitchen at each member of his team. "We worked our asses off to get to the point where we can just take milk runs and make more than enough money. I hope that once everything calms down some, we can start taking some anti-piracy raids or recovery jobs again, but they're just not coming in at the pace we could sustain doing only that. I say we take advantage of the quiet while it lasts to take care of any upgrades-" Fox gestured at Slippy who flashed Fox a discreet thumbs-up before nodding to Peppy, "-reestablish connections with our old contacts and... what is it exactly you do, Falco?" The bird jumped up with a snarl at the sudden insult, but paused and then started laughing.
"I keep your ass in shape, McCloud. Resting on your laurels has clearly gone to your head."
Fox woke up sore, same as every other day this week. Falco apparently took his own words to heart and needled Fox to workout with him until he caved. And so Fox had spent the end of every shift working out with Falco, much to his regret.
Fox had considered himself in shape before, with a general philosophy of a healthy body leading to a healthy mind. He used the Great Fox's small gym regularly and even performed small workouts in his cabin if he didn't get to the gym. Falco took that to a whole other level. The gym bird had spent the first day critiquing everything from Fox's form to his workout schedule and leading him through workouts that exercised muscles that Fox didn't even know he had!
Fox groaned as he stretched the kinks out before groggily scratching down his stomach. The slight shifting of the covers sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine. He reached down to grab his length and groaned as he slowly stroked it.
Between having to relieve Peppy and Slippy from their shift every evening and collapsing into bed after the strain of Falco's workouts, Fox hadn't had a lot of alone time to relieve some of his 'stress.' He sighed at the thought and looked at the clock. Just as he thought, the time where he'd have to be on the deck of the Great Fox to formally relieve his teammates rapidly approached and he still needed to go about his morning routine.
Fox threw his covers off and rolled to sit up, unable to help a pleased hum as his sensitive cock was exposed to the cool air. Once more, his hand made its way down. The soft pads of his paw caressed warm flesh. It would be quick and feel so good- Fox shook his head rapidly to clear his thoughts. It would feel great. And then he would have to shove his hard cock down one leg of his tight flight suit after the knotting response kicked in, basically telling everyone who saw him for the next thirty minutes what he had just done. Which would be all of his crew and the client's head of security. It simply wasn't worth it. That didn't stop him from looking longingly at the drawer of his nightstand where he kept most of his 'entertainment.'
Fox dressed quickly, hoping that by restraining himself as soon as possible, the heat pooling in his gut would fade. Fortunately, it worked and after some minor readjustments, Fox finished his morning routine and made his way to the Great Fox's bridge.
He knew he was pushing it a little close when he spotted Falco already there, quietly chatting with Peppy and Slippy.
Falco smirked as he spotted Fox. "Cutting it a little close there, aren't ya Captain?"
Fox flipped him the bird before dialing The Stable. A hologram of Yar N'baal, the client's head of security answered.
"This is The Stable. State your business," the lynx said.
"This is Captain Fox McCloud of the Great Fox, announcing shift changeover," Fox replied.
The lynx only said, "Acknowledged," before the call cut out.
"I swear that guy only knows those phrases," Falco said. "Do you think he has a string that you have to pull or does he just repeat them every few minutes?"
Fox and Slippy both chuckled while Peppy only smiled. "Nothing to report on our end," Peppy said. "Other than that we should be hitting the first Zoness station before the end of this shift."
"Thank God," Falco said. "A week in and we're barely a quarter of the way through. I thought this was only supposed to be three weeks?"
Even Peppy couldn't stop his nod of agreement. "At least now that we're on the other side of orbit, it'll go faster. The rest of the planets are more clustered in their revolutions than Aquas was," he said before clapping his hands and rising out of the pilot seat. "Anyway, this old hare is off to dinner and then bed. I'm not quite built for twelve hour shifts of watching nothing happen anymore."
Slippy nodded and got up out of the co-pilot seat. "I'm gonna grab something to eat, too. I'll be in the hangar for the next few hours if you need me."
Fox and Falco waved goodbye to the frog, though Falco's was more of a dismissal, before taking the newly vacated seats.
"Another thrilling day of trying not to lose my mind," Falco muttered as he pulled a tablet out of his bag.
Fox snorted as he pulled out his own tablet, though unlike Falco, whose tablet was already playing the music of some game, he planned to work.
Seven hours into the twelve hour shift, Fox had finished his work and he was forced to let his mind wander. This hadn't been a problem the last few days, as there was always something to think about: flight formations, budgeting, upgrades to Arwings or the Great Fox, parameters for the current job or any of the thousand other minutiae that came with running a mercenary crew out of their own carrier. Except now it seemed that the arousal that had subsided that evening reared its head again.
Any time not spent actively thinking about work caused his attention to be caught by every little thing. The way the flight suit hugged his sheath or how good a vixen would look bent over the dash or how good the cool dash would feel against his bare chest as Fox was bent over it. Even the subtle hint of Falco's cologne caused Fox's sheath to twitch at the slightest scent.
Finally, after nearly an hour of shifting to hide his half-hard arousal from Falco and then having to shift again because the way his first movement rubbed the pants of his flight suit across his cock or his shirt across his nipples just made everything worse, Fox had had enough.
"I'm going for a walk. Want anything?" Fox asked.
"For this shift to end. Otherwise, no," Falco said.
Fox shrugged to himself and got out of the pilot's seat back to the main bridge, though it took some maneuvering not to flash his half hard bulge in Falco's face. "Suit yourself."
Fox meandered around the Great Fox for a time. Not really having a goal in mind other than redirecting blood away from his loins. After a few minutes, he finally felt back in control enough to wander back to the cockpit, though not before grabbing his personal tablet from his room. He may have defeated the horny dragon for now, but that was no reason not to take precautions.
As he entered the cockpit he was surprised to see Falco had shifted to the pilot's chair. At least until he looked out the window and spotted a space station in the distance. Falco half-tuned his head toward Fox as he heard the door hiss shut.
"Client is officially docked at station Z-08. Station security has agreed to monitor their range for any threats and notify us if they spot anything. I've set the Great Fox up to orbit Z-08 a klick out. Yar says that this is a hub for the rest of the stations around Zoness, so we'll be here for at least a day, probably two."
"Excellent. Thanks, Falco. We'll maintain shifts, but don't need to stay in the cockpit. Just keep a phone or something on you," Fox said. Falco was halfway through the door before Fox finished his new orders.
"Sure thing, Captain. I'm gonna go ahead and workout. Feel free to join if you think you can keep up," Falco said with a dismissive wave.
Fox rolled his eyes. He spent a few minutes getting the cockpit back in order, clearing the area of discarded trash from their snacks or drinks and setting up the receiver to forward any incoming messages to both his and Peppy's phones. After doing a quick check to make sure everything was back in place, he made his way to the kitchen, where he wrote a quick note for Peppy and Slippy to tell them of the new orders when they woke up.
After grabbing an energy bar, he continued on to his cabin to change. Working out with Falco may leave him exhausted and sore, but the smug bird didn't need to know that, did he? As he passed by the entrance to the small conference room turned gym, Fox was unsurprised to find Falco already there, wearing only some tight shorts as he worked through some warm up stretches.
It spoke to the state of Fox's libido that the sight of Falco's ass as he bent down to touch the floor was enough to rapidly stir his sheath to attention. Fox jerked his head away. Falco was attractive, there was no denying. But there was no way Fox wanted to bring those kind of thoughts into the gym where he would be exposed to all those smooth feathers highlighting lean muscle or the showers afterward where Falco would be exposed in all his glory, gliding his wings down that toned chest toward his-
Fox pinched his thigh, even as he adjusted himself with the other hand. "Just get changed. Do some quick stretches in my room to get my blood put to another use and then follow along with Falco's workout and don't think about his-" Fox cut his muttering off. "Maybe just don't think."
His 'problem' had not cleared by the time he got to his room. He quickly stripped his suit down to his waist and his shoes, pausing only for a moment before lowering the suit the rest of the way. His erection sprung out of its confines. Fox reached down and loosely gripped his erection. For the second time that day, Fox seriously considered just rubbing one out and damn the consequences. In this case, those consequences being trying to work out with Falco while his hard cock poked out of his gym shorts and occasionally leaked cum all over the gym floor.
Fox pulled his hand away and pulled some work out clothes from his closet. In short order, Fox was dressed in some loose gym shorts of his own and a tight tank top. Though his cock proudly jutted out, leaving a quite sizable tent in the front of the shorts. Again, Fox considered just pulling his shorts off and leaving a glorious mess in his room, but held himself back, only tucking his cock into his short's waistband.
Fox ran through some stretches, the slight strain rapidly allowing him to get his body back under control, though he did have to abandon a few as the way they caused his sensitive length to brush against the fur of his stomach worsened the problem. Or ones that brought to mind certain... actions that might be enhanced by some flexibility. Fox flushed underneath his fur as he thought of the way Falco had corrected a few of his stances earlier in the week by gently pressing on Fox's hips or pressing into his chest with surprisingly strong hands.
Fox coughed slightly into a fist. Getting the blood pumping may have been a double-edged sword. Regardless, with his arousal now down to a reasonable level (Fox resigned himself to his cock always poking out of his sheath until he could get some real alone time), Fox left his room and went straight to the gym.
By the time he crossed the threshold, Falco had moved well on from his own warm up and was jogging at a fairly sedate pace on the treadmill. Fox raised a brow. Normally Falco would start with the weight lifting machine behind the treadmill and end with cardio while Fox did the opposite, but Fox supposed that he must have wanted something a little different.
Fox quickly set up the weight machine to his preferred weights (shockingly low, compared to Falco) and got to work. Quietly counting his reps, Fox found his eyes caught in the swaying of Falco's hips as he ran. How those shorts hugged his hips and framed every flex and bounce of his pert ass. How that feathered tail flicked and spread with every step, just begging to be gathered up and lifted high to reveal its owner's hole as you bent him over every available surface.
Fox choked on nothing mid rep and the weights crashed to the ground.
Falco immediately hopped his feet onto the sides of the treadmill at the noise and turned to Fox and nearly shouted, "What the fuck was that?!"
Fox looked up from his choking only to immediately start again as he spotted Falco with his legs spread to either side of the treadmill, half-turned to Fox with a hand pressed to his chest. "Nothing! Nothing! Just, "Fox grit out between coughs, "choked on my spit or something."
"God damn, man! You nearly gave me a heart attack. Go drink some water or something before you die."
Thankfully, if one wanted to be liberal with the word, halfway choking to death had interrupted Fox's growing problem and so he was able to avoid the very noticeable shuffle of those who were very aroused but wanted to hide it. Fox fled to the kitchen where he immediately opened the fridge, allowing cool air to dampen his arousal and his embarrassment at nearly being caught so aroused and maybe a little bit of arousal at almost being caught. He pulled a bottle of cold water out of the fridge and started chugging it.
"Fox! What was that? Is everything okay?"
Fox choked on water mid gulp and nearly banged his head on the freezer.
He turned to find Slippy in the door of the kitchen, still in his pajamas but halfway into his flight jacket. Fox closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart, though at least the racing came with less chance to flash anyone this time. "Sorry, Slip," Fox said. He opened his eyes and weakly smiled at the frog. "I choked on some spit while working out and dropped the weights. You can go back to bed."
Slippy heaved a relieved sigh. "I thought we were under attack or something! Glad to know everything's okay, though. Have a good rest of your shift, Fox."
"Thanks, Slip. Oh! I'll just go ahead and tell you, we're at Z-08 and will probably be here for two days or so. While we're here, station security is going to take over active threat assessment, so we're on reduced alert. Feel free to spend your shift doing whatever."
"Thanks right back at ya, Fox! I'm gonna get a few more hours of sleep before change-over, then," Slippy said as he left.
This was getting out of hand. So I guess it's time to take it in hand, Fox thought and then snickered at the pun. For the first time in a week, Fox allowed his mind to wander toward the contents of his nightstand's drawer. He was a hot-blooded young man and while he didn't strictly need anything to rev his engine, it certainly made things... better. Fox ran through his mental catalog on his short trip from the kitchen to his own rooms. He notably didn't look into the open door of the gym as he passed. No need to tempt fate, afterall.
There's the vid of the hot vixen cop who seduced confessions from suspects. Or the down-on-his-luck todd that just needed to make rent. Or maybe the young fox couple who were invited to a party that turned out to be an orgy? That one always pushed all his buttons in all the right ways.
Decision made, Fox didn't even bother to hide the rapidly growing tent in his shorts as he closed the final few feet to his room. The door opened and Fox slipped through, pulling his tank top up over his head even as he toed off his shoes. His shorts joined shortly afterward and soon enough Fox was completely naked, hard as a rock, and, importantly, ready to do something about it.
Fox gripped his knot and idly tugged on it as he crawled onto his bed. He rolled onto his side and pulled out what he needed from the drawer next to his bed. Some lube, because he did not like chafing, thank you; a fleshlight modeled after a generic fox's ass; a vulpine dildo that he set on the nightstand; and, finally, a small data chip for his tablet that held his modest porn collection.
Fox rummaged around his room for a spare tablet, all the while slowly teasing his cock with the occasional finger massaging his hole. He finally found one tucked in the drawer of his desk and slipped the chip into it. Immediately, the screen switched to show the files that Fox privately called 'essential.' A handful of his favorite videos and some stills that helped to keep him company while outside of the system's planetary network. He quickly started to play the appropriately named 'Fucks Party' and pressed the button to cast it to the screen on the facing his bed.
The screen showed a smiling young fox couple, naked, kneeling on the floor, surrounded by various other people in various states of ravishment and both covered in cum with the title in bold letters underneath before it faded away to show the same couple in an obviously fake coffee shop. Fox quickly pressed further in the timeline of the video. Normally, he'd treat the stilted acting and the 'plot' as a bit of time for foreplay, but with the need burning in his gut? There's not a chance in hell that he was sitting through the first fifteen minutes.
Now on the screen, the vixen rode a stallion while eagerly eating out a mare. The todd, on the other hand, was currently being spitroasted by two wolves. Fox's cock twitched at the various moans and grunts as he moved back to the bed and settled in to watch.
Fox grabbed the bottle of lube and dribbled some onto the fleshlight before doing the same to his cock. He teased the tip of his cock against the fake hole before slowly pushing in. Fox's moan joined the video's chorus as he pressed the soft silicone against his sensitive knot. He slowly began bouncing the fleshlight on his cock, grunting each time he pulled the fake ass down onto his knot. Every instinct told him to just thrust up until his knot was snugly encased in the slick confines of the fleshlight, but even after being on edge all day, Fox didn't want this to end too soon.
He rode the edge of his orgasm, speeding up and slowing down as needed so that every movement felt like it could be the one to push him over the cliff into sheer bliss. His focus narrowed until all he could hear were his own grunts and gasping breaths between the loud pulse of his heart and all he could see was his cock sliding between the two orange cheeks in front of him.
Finally, once it felt like any more would cause his heart or his head or his balls to burst, Fox slammed the fleshlight down and thrust up to force his knot into the warm tunnel. Except the waves of orgasm didn't come. Fox whimpered as he tugged on the fleshlight and felt it pull against his cock. Normally, Fox would be well into his orgasm and he frantically searched for anything to push him over that edge. He ran a hand across his chest, down his side, and even raised his legs to tease a finger over his hole to try and get him there; all the while, his other hand frantically tried to milk his cock.
Fox briefly focused on the screen in front of him, where the todd was frantically pounding into an owl's ass, obviously nearing his own finish. Fox focused on the specificity and imagined he was pushing up into the feathered ass of the owl. Close. He shifted onto his knees and began thrusting into the imagined owl in earnest, listening to the hooty moans that the todd fucked out of the bird. He leaned forward onto one hand, while the other kept the fleshlight stable as his thrusts rocked the bed. Closer. Brown and gray feathers turned to blue and all Fox wanted to do was fuck the smirk off of Falco's face until all that was left was a writhing, begging mess of a pilot.
Fox howled as he came. Spurts of cum filling the fleshlight until he could feel the hot slick of it spreading back against his cock. He clumsily rolled himself onto his back with trembling limbs.
It took a few moments for his head to clear from the sheer strength of his orgasm, but when it did, Fox only had one thought.
"Well. Fuck."
Fox spent the time waiting for his knot to deflate enough to pull it out of the fleshlight in deep thought. He was objective enough to admit that Falco was hot, in a bad-boy sort of way, and a great friend and coworker even though his smug self-superiority and common complaints were rather grating. Not that either were without merit. Falco was one of the best pilots Fox had ever heard of, and even Slippy was finally starting to get tired of the stream of escort missions, if the parts he bought for the Landmaster were any indication. Falco just needed to be put in his place tone the smug down a little and be bent over every available surface a little more understanding of what missions Fox takes for the crew.
And besides, it wasn't like jerking off to a friend meant anything. With how crazy Fox's libido had been acting throughout the day, it was kind of shocking that he hadn't had more sexual thoughts about Falco as the day passed!
Fox hummed to himself, pleased with his conclusions as he started to clean up the mess he had made, even stripping his sheets to be washed. He redressed into his discarded flight suit and went ahead and grabbed his hamper to throw in with the sheets, since the Great Fox had a huge washer/dryer setup and limited water to run them with. The laundry room was just down the hall with the crew's cabins, so he didn't have to carry the rather full hamper very far. He had everything set up in short order and walked back to the kitchen to grab some water after depositing his hamper back in his room.
This time, Fox did glance into the gym to find Falco had moved from cardio to laying on the weight machine, slowly pulling the bar down to his chest in controlled movements. Fox's gaze lingered on the way damp feathers outlined the bird's lean muscles and how each rep caused those sinful shorts to ride just a bit lower on the bird's hips, revealing even more to the sea of blue that was Falco's naked chest.
Fox tore his eyes away before the bird had cause to be even more smug at catching his commander ogling him. Fox hurried to the kitchen and quickly fixed a small meal made of a frozen dinner and some chips found in a cabinet.
Fox glanced at the time as he ate. Three more hours in the shift and then he could go to bed and try to forget everything about today. Tomorrow's shift would still be relaxed and should allow Fox to get over this sudden desire to get very naked with Falco.
A half-naked Falco entered the kitchen, feathers plastered tight to his body with sweat. He gave a tired nod to Fox and opened the bridge, leaning down to pull out a bottle of water.
"Sounds like you managed to stop dying," Falco said. Fox nodded as he chewed. "Good, I would hate to have to tell the system that the 'Savior of Lylat' choked on his own spit and died during the easiest mission of his life."
Fox laughed, only a little strained because Falco's post-workout musk was doing weird things to his brain. "I can see the headlines now: 'System Savior Chokes on His Own Ego.'"
Falco chuckled and countered with, "'Ace Pilot Dies After One Week Without Flying.'"
Both of them burst out laughing before they settled into the comfortable silence of friends, broken only by the crunch of chips and the occasional glug of water.
"I'm gonna hit the showers," Falco said. "You already use all the hot water, spit boy?"
"Nah," Fox replied. "Haven't showered yet. I'll probably wait until after our shift ends. I didn't really sweat much before I had to stop."
Falco's face curled in slight disgust. "If you want to stew in your own stank, that's on you I guess." He chugged the rest of his water and tossed the empty bottle in the sink. "Don't bitch to me if I take all the hot water, though," he said on his way out.
'I just had one of the best orgasms of my life to the thought of fucking you so hard you could only beg me for more,' is what Fox did not say. Instead, he sighed and cleaned up his dinner. The limited water on the Great Fox did mean that there was a small amount of hot water available at any time and, with the washer running, the chances that Fox would have any water above ice cold even a few hours later were basically nonexistent. Once he got everything taken care of, he walked back to his room to grab a change of clothes, hurrying slightly once he heard the showers running in the room across the gym.
The reason there was only one set of shared showers on the Great Fox was hotly debated among the crew. Peppy said it was because it streamlined the after mission cleanup, since there was a stairwell giving access to the hanger underneath the floor. Slippy said it was to keep the core plumbing away from the hull of the craft where it would be exposed to the cold vacuum of space and to make repairs easier. Falco said it was because no shared gym would be complete without a locker room and showers to make everything more awkward. Fox personally thought it was because his father forgot to include any showers at all and it was a last minute addition.
Regardless of the reason, there was a small locker room with a bench in front of four lockers along one wall and a door opposite them, with an opening on the third wall leading into the slightly larger shower room, where steam was already billowing out.
Fox placed his new set of clothes on a shelf before starting to strip, throwing each piece of clothing into the bottom of the locker as it came off. Once nude, he grabbed his phone from the pocket of his discarded flight suit and his shower caddy and stepped into the shower room.
The shower room was set up with four shower heads, two along each of the left and right walls, with a ledge running the length of the wall to set any toiletries on. The entrance was offset for privacy, so you couldn't see straight into the showers from the hall entrance of the locker room. This did, however, mean that one shower head was basically just a few feet past the entrance and, for whatever reason, this one was Falco's preferred spot.
He was leaning against the wall so that the hot shower beat against the back of his head and down his back. As he entered, Fox was momentarily distracted by the rivulets streaming down that muscled back and down his tail. Fox coughed politely, both to distract himself and to let Falco know he wasn't alone anymore. Falco just cracked one eye open and Fox's breath caught as he saw it rove the entirety of Fox's body. Fox crept around the outside of Falco's space to his own preferred spot along the opposite wall. He sat his caddy and phone on the ledge and turned the shower on, taking care to avoid the water. It always ran ice cold for the first minute or so, some quirk of the plumbing system. Fox leaned back against the ledge just to the side as he waited for the shower to heat.
Falco seemed to have taken Fox's arrival as motivation to actually start washing. Fox was normally much better about following the unspoken shower rule of 'no looking,' but found himself entranced again by the way water flowed down Falco's back as the bird rubbed his soap into his feathers, straightening clumps with his hand or beak as he came across them. Falco must've caught Fox staring from the corner of his eye, because he turned his head to smirk at Fox. "See something you like?" he asked and accompanied his question by leaning against the wall and teasingly raising his tail.
Fox yelped in embarrassment and turned around as he stepped into the stream of water beside him only to yelp again, this time in shock as ice cold water sprayed onto his entire front. Falco just laughed. Fox could admit to some gratitude to the unexpected ice water, though, as it thoroughly convinced the length that had begun peeking out of his sheath that maybe it should stay inside for now.
Fox relaxed as the water turned to a pleasant heat and there was no further teasing from Falco. He poured some fur shampoo into a hand and went about his normal ritual, starting from his head and moving down. It was only a short time later, as he twisted to reach his back, that he saw Falco leaning back against the wall for balance as he cleaned his talons with his eyes firmly below Fox's waist. This, normally, wouldn't even draw Fox's attention, as he made an effort not to really even acknowledge anyone while he was in the showers with them. This time, however, Fox had been caught staring himself, and then been teased for it and turn about was fair play. Fox steeled his nerves, as teasing of this nature went far beyond the banter he was familiar with.
"How about you, Falco? See anything you like?" Fox pushed it a little further than Falco had, bending over almost half way and throwing his tail high so that Falco got far more than he bargained for.
Falco warbled and then there was a crash. Fox straightened and turned immediately, any amusement turned instantly into concern. Falco was sitting on the floor, looking exasperated, but otherwise fine beyond his injured pride. "Are you alright?"
Falco waved off his concern. "I'm fine," he said as he stood. "I just slipped." Falco's exasperation turned into a teasing smirk. "I was enjoying the view, but didn't expect that much of an eyeful. Now that I know it's an option, I won't be so shocked next time."
Fox sputtered for a few seconds as Falco started laughing. Fox turned and stalked back to his shower. "C'mon, Captain! Work it!" Falco called behind him. Fox flung a hand back to flip him off, since turning around would show Falco just how flustered his teasing had made Fox. Falco just laughed again and this time Fox joined him.
"Only two hours left," Falco said. "Wanna run a sim?" Sims had become the preferred group activity once both faux-cockpits had been installed in the break room. They could simulate nearly any craft in nearly any environment and provided a variety of modes, from simple point to point travel to dogfights against AI or even other players. The ones on the Great Fox had been initially set up to mimic the cockpit of an Arwing and hadn't been changed since. They were mostly being used to practice dogfights against each other, though occasionally Fox would run the crew through some teamwork exercises by pitting two pilots against endless waves of AI.
"Sure. Just against some lower AI, though. We still have a job to do. There shouldn't be any trouble, but I still don't want us sim-sick," Fox replied as he meticulously ran a blow dryer along his tail. Since the sims weren't fully immersive, there was a high likelihood of experiencing extreme disorientation afterward as the body fought against fake Gs or tried to compensate for movements that weren't actually happening. This happened regardless of experience level, with Fox and Falco actually experiencing the worst of it, since compensating for extreme stunts came so naturally to them that not needing to compensate just exacerbated the issue.
Falco snorted as he finished toweling off his head. "You just don't want to get your tail whipped again, eh? That's fine, I'll fly circles around you any way you like it."
"Hah! You wish, bird brain. You'll be chasing my tail all night," Fox replied. Falco didn't respond other than some grumbling under his breath. Fox smirked at his victory. They finished dressing in short order and went to the break room to set up the sims.
The two machines were set up next to each other with some space between to allow for any movement they did while attempting to simulate real flight. They both strapped themselves in to the seats and put on the nearby headsets, their banter picking up again as they started setting everything up.
"C'mon, Fox! Harder than that! We could take these guys out in our sleep," Falco said as he saw the difficulty Fox had selected.
"No, Falco. What if we've got to scramble in the middle of it? I'm not interested in going through sim-sickness in an active dogfight," Fox said as he loaded the sim. "If you want me to whip your ass that badly, you'll have to wait until our shift is over."
"That's not really my thing," Falco snarked back as the sim machines started to vibrate. "But if you're that interested in my ass, I'm sure we can arrange something."
Fox was already in squadron command mode as he planned out their strategy for the initial encounter, a fairly simple point defense against waves of enemies. "Time to stop joking, Falco. Let's see if we can finally knock Slip and Peppy off the leaderboards."
With a mic next to his beak, Falco's mutter of "Jesus Christ" came over loud and clear. Fox ignored the bird's grumbles and started issuing orders, "You cover the front of the station while I take the rear. Anybody crosses over the horizon, tell your partner and resume defense on your side unless they call for help. These first few waves will likely be chumps, so we won't form up until we start getting ships larger than a cruiser or swarms larger than ten. Copy?"
"Copy," Falco replied, voice becoming low as he split off from Fox's flight path and fell into the thrill of a dogfight, simulated it may be.
The first few waves passed by in silence, other than an occasional note of enemies crossing the imaginary line between the front and back, the 'horizon,' of the space station they were defending.
It was about ten minutes into the sim, when Fox saw it, "Cruiser spotted! Station rear, southwest. Form up."
"Copy," Falco replied. "ETA 30."
As Fox started a winding path just outside the range of the cruiser's point defense systems, he caught sight of several explosions on the other side of the space station before a line of blue broke through the debris and started toward Fox. In just a few more seconds, Fox spotted the blue of Falco's Arwing on his right.
"At your cadence, Captain." Falco's was bright with the thrill of battle.
"All right," Fox said as the cruiser seemed to loom on its way to the space station. "Here we go."
The difference between dogfighting and forming up was the difference between a bar brawl and soldiers advancing across the battlefield.
In a brawl, you needed to be constantly aware of everything going on around you- where your allies were, how many hostiles there were and avenues of attack for them- even as most of your attention was on whoever was directly in front of you. In the same way during a dogfight, you relied on your instruments to keep a general shape of the battle, but you were more focused on whoever was in your immediate weapon range and whose weapon range you were in. Success here mostly relied on independent skill, as you couldn't always rely that an ally would be free to bail you out of trouble.
On a battlefield, the constant awareness still needed to be there, but it was shared and communicated by all the soldiers. Instead of individual duels, a battlefield was many smaller skirmishes as each side jockeyed for position and advantageous angles. Soldiers behind you provided cover as you advanced and then you did the same for them. When Star Fox grouped up, they weren't individuals. They were extra limbs and senses for each other as they became greater than the sum of their not insignificant parts.
Fox and Falco were great dogfighters individually; some of the best active in the entire Lylat System. Working together? There were only a handful who could come close to competing and two of them were the rest of Star Fox.
They turned to the cruiser as one. Its point defenses took immediate aim and started firing at the pair. They dodged in harmony, comms little more than a blur of voices as they near wordless communicated where they were and where they intended to be. They took turns firing at the cruiser as its defenses tried to aim at whoever was shooting at it and to allow a continuous barrage of fire to weaken the cruiser's deflectors. Finally, with a burst of light the defense failed and both opened fire, quickly tearing the ship to shreds in a stream of laser fire.
Neither celebrated, however, for as the debris cloud settled, the space station behind them blew up.
The warm up was over. Though they couldn't see each other, Fox and Falco shared twin smirks. Let the game begin.
Falco was the first to fall, as he overestimated just how much his deflector could take before it failed catastrophically. Fox lasted only a minute or so longer, outnumbered by a huge margin once his wingman fell.
"Fuck," Fox said as he leaned back against his seat and rubbed the crick out of his neck. The machines always shook hard enough to nearly give you whiplash when the sim ended in death. He removed the headset and unstrapped himself before pushing open the side to exit. To his surprise, he spotted Falco chatting with Peppy by the door. Though the bird was leaning pretty heavily on the wall. Fox took a step and immediately staggered as the sim-sickness caused him to try and compensate too much for the slight motion. He quickly figured out the reason for it, once he spotted the time. They had spent nearly two and a half hours inside the sim. Well past missing, shift changeover.
Fox straightened as much as he could and called out in a scratchy voice, "Sorry for missing the changeover, Peppy!"
The hare waved him off. "Nothing to it. I saw the note and figured ya'll were having fun. I dare say you set a new record. I think you and Falco have officially knocked me and Slippy off the scoreboard."
Fox just smiled at the older man. "Still, I'm the captain and I shouldn't have let time get away from me like that."
Peppy smiled back and said, "If you want to make it up to this old man, go get some water, the both of you. Ya'll sound like you've not had anything to drink the entire time!"
Fox and Falco made eye contact for a brief moment before they both shuffled awkwardly. Neither had expected to be in the sim for so long and so neither brought water. Peppy caught sight of this and tutted before shooing them out of the door and toward the kitchen. The two quickly complied.
Neither spoke as they entered the kitchen. They each grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped it down. Once he had finished chugging his bottle, Fox smirked as he turned to Falco and said, "What was that about whipping my tail?"
Falco lowered the bottle, having not quite downed it as quickly as the fox. He chuckled ruefully before replying, "Turns out I was chasing your tail after all." His voice turned low, "Though I think you said all night? There's still some time left if you want to keep your promise."
"I don't know that I'm up for another round in the sims. Tomorrow, though, you're on! Assuming that Miss Stapleton isn't ready to head out by then," Fox said. He slipped by a gaping Falco to the sink to throw his bottle in there to be washed, but paused when he saw the pile that had accumulated. Perhaps I should do the dishes before anything else, Fox thought. It was highly unlikely for Falco to want to do a second workout, so Fox would actually be able to spend his time off how he wanted without being too sore to actually enjoy anything.
Falco slammed his bottle next to the sink. "Hey, watch it!" Fox snapped as he turned around to glare at Falco, only to step back into the counter in shock at how close Falco had come.
"Fox. I'm going to say this as your best friend," Falco started. His tone was light, but his eyes contained something almost predatory. Falco's hands landed on either side of the counter by Fox's hips. "If you don't realize that I'm flirting with you and do something about it in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to start screaming and I might not ever be able to stop."
Fox froze, every bit of him still even as his heart pounded in his ears.
"Oh."
Falco raised an irritated brow, though now that Fox knew to look for it, he saw the worry behind the expression.
"Is that 'oh' an 'oh please Falco ride my cock until you can't walk' or an 'oh shit this is the most awkward rejection ever'?" Falco asked, leaning in until he was almost looming over the fox.
Fox's brain finally kicked back in as he felt Falco's thighs press his own back against the cabinets. It was only then that Fox realized how far back he was leaning away from Falco. Something that rapidly needed to change.
"Oh, definitely the first." Fox's first instinct was to lunge forward to kiss the bird, but a memory of watching a porn where a wolf tried and failed to make kissing an owl look hot or even interesting saved him. Instead, Fox aimed for Falco's neck, nipping at his nape through the feathers.
Falco had stumbled back with a gasp upon suddenly having a very eager fox attack his neck, but he found his footing quickly and launched his counterattack, nipping at Fox's ears before making his way down to Fox's own neck.
Fox rolled his hips forward, grinding his rapidly hardening cock into Falco's hips and was unsurprised to feel Falco's cock pressing into his thigh. They groaned in tandem at the very welcome friction. Falco responded by unzipping Fox's flight suit and slipping a hand underneath to start exploring Fox's chest.
"Hey, guys! I didn't- oh fuck! Sorry, sorry, sorry-" Slippy's voice trailed off with the sound of rapid footsteps as he ran back to the front of the ship.
Fox and Falco had frozen upon hearing Slippy, with Fox's hands starting to massage the twin handfuls of Falco's ass and Falco having pushed Fox's flight suit down Fox's shoulders to expose his nipples to Falco's beak and tongue.
After a moment of frozen terror, the two separated with a slight chuckle Fox couldn't help his eyes from taking the ruffled Falco in as he stepped back. The feathers along his nape were a mess, where Fox had nibbled. The top of his flight suit had been unzipped at some point, revealing feathers matted to his chest with sweat. What sent a shiver of arousal down Fox's spine though, was the outline of Falco's cock imprinted into the front of the flight suit.
Fox knew he looked just as ravished, with his flight suit halfway down his shoulders and his own cock pulsing insistently against its confinement with every heartbeat.
"Captain's quarters have a bigger bed, right?" Falco asked as his eyes found Fox's after a long moment of leering. Fox nodded and reached out to tug Falco along behind him. Thankfully, the trip to his quarters was short or Fox may have said 'fuck it' and had his way with Falco right there in the hallway when he turned around to see Falco's gaze firmly locked to Fox's swishing tail, with one hand almost idly squeezing the length trapped in his flight suit. Falco's eyes again locked onto Fox's and the bird smirked. Fox again resisted the urge to fuck that smirk into blissed out euphoria and simply hurried his pace.
Finally, they reached the door and Fox eagerly palmed the panel to open his door. In the moment it took the system to open, Falco had glued himself to Fox's backside, grinding his hips against Fox's ass even as one hand snaked around to slip under his flight suit again, this time traveling slowly down his stomach.
The door opened and Fox stumbled in the room toward his bed, immediately missing Falco's hand as it slipped away when the bird wasn't quick enough to follow. Falco must have had other plans, though, for as soon as the door closed Fox was spun around so his back pressed against it.
Falco grasped Fox's wrists and pinned them against the wall above his head even as his head bent down to renew his assault against Fox's sensitive neck. "Oh, fuck, just a little lower," Fox moaned against Falco's crest and thrust up against Falco's hips. Falco happily complied, nipping down Fox's nape to his collarbone. He shifted his grip so that the unresisting fox was pinned with only one hand and brought the other down to continue his exploration under Fox's suit.
Fox didn't know how long Falco had him pushed up against the wall, but it wasn't near long enough before Falco pulled away from Fox, ungluing their hips and removing his hand from where it had finally reached Fox's ass. "The fuck you stop for," Fox muttered, glaring at Falco with lust-filled eyes and trying to bring his arms down to pull Falco back, only to find the bird was still pinning them.
"'The fuck' is the goal, Fox," Falco almost purred. "And we're both far too clothed for that."
Fox relented as he imagined Falco stripping slowly out of his half-open flight suit and the things he could do to the cocky bird. There was a long moment where neither moved, gazing intently at each other while their hot, panting breaths mingled between them. Finally, Fox tugged his wrists against Falco's hand. "You gonna let me go? Or have you figured out how to actually undress me with your eyes?" Fox murmured. Falco started, evidently caught up in his own fantasies as he stared at his by-now thoroughly ravished captain. Fox's hands were released and they immediately went to Falco, tugging the flight suit down over his muscled arms and down to his waist. Falco responded in kind, pulling down Fox's own suit between Fox's movements.
With both of them fully half-naked, Fox gently pushed Falco toward the bed to get him the rest of the way there. They only made it a stumbled step or two before they realized they both still had their boots on. In the movies, the heroes would toe their boots off on the way to the bed, or it would be an act of foreplay as the shoes were removed with kisses along the calf or thigh. These were boots designed to keep blood from pooling in the feet during a high intensity dogfight while also providing enough protection against most types of environments. They were hardy, sturdy things with a half dozen clasps that were utterly incapable of being sexy to remove.
Simultaneously, Fox and Falco leaned against each other for balance as they reached down to undo clasps with the ease of long practice. If asked, both would claim the other started laughing the first time they nearly fell over. In an instant, what had been a moment full of heat and desire devolved into two men nearly giggling as they tripped over themselves and each other to remove the last obstacle to each other.
Eventually, they stood there, boots off and still in half a flight suit each. Their giggles faded away into gentle smiles as they locked eyes again and heat began to pool again in that gaze- cooler, perhaps, but all the sweeter for it. Fox and Falco stepped closer as one, wrapping their arms around each other and, for the first time, just holding each other. But that heat wouldn't be denied and soon gentle caresses and sweet nothings turned into heated groping and low moans.
Fox took the initiative, gently stepping them toward the bed and then in a stumbling mess as they tripped over each and toppled onto the bed in a pile. Fox wound up on top with Falco's legs straddling his waist, grinding down onto the bird as they non verbally agreed to never acknowledge the brief clumsiness. Fox ran his hands along Falco's sides before they came to rest where the pants of Falco's flight suit met his waist. Falco leaned back on his elbows, eyes blown wide with desire as Fox gently started tugging the flight suit the rest of the way off.
Fox allowed himself a long moment to gaze at the exposed bird below him. His feathers were a mess along his neck and down the firm expanse of his chest where Fox had nipped at them or the suit had rubbed against them after it had been unzipped. His waist was surprisingly thin for as much muscle as Fox had felt there. The feathers of his stomach, rather than deep blue, were a light gray, with the same red as around his eyes marking the boundary between his ribs and stomach.
Fox's gaze traveled lower, spotting the hard length he had only felt along his own hips jutting out proudly among the feathers as they faded from gray to blue. It was an almost shocking pink against the light gray. Fox gripped Falco's legs and pushed forward to take in the rest of his prize. There, between the beginning of two firm mounds, Fox spotted a flash of pink amidst the dark blue. His mouth went dry and a jolt of arousal shocked him out of his stupor. He looked up to see Falco smirking at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Hmm, so you did see something you liked?" Falco teased. He leaned back the rest of the way and ran his hands down his stomach to start toying with his leaking cock. "What are you gonna do about it?"
The almost mocking tone spurred Fox to action and he pushed his flight suit down to release his own length. He felt a brief thrill of victory as Falco's mocking hum skipped into a gasp and his legs squeezed briefly around Fox's waist. It took some awkward maneuvering to get the suit the rest of the way off, culminating in Fox planting one hand by Falco's side so he could pull the last leg off.
Fox took advantage of his new position, however, to press his cock down into Falco's. Falco's hand accommodatingly gripped them both and they let out twin gasps as hot flesh pressed against hot flesh. Fox resisted the urge to just pump up into that welcoming hand and gently encouraged Falco to shimmy his way up the bed so Fox could access the drawer in his nightstand.
Falco just watched as Fox awkwardly rooted around the drawer with one hand so he didn't have to pull his cock away from Falco's gently stroking hand. It both didn't take long at all to find the bottle of lube and far too much time when Fox had an eager bird beneath him.
He popped the cap and poured a generous amount into Falco's waiting hand before pulling away to attend to his own length. They were silent except for slightly shaky breaths as each watched the other prepare themselves. Once Falco's hand had returned to stroking his cock, Fox shifted forward to press the slick head of his cock against Falco's slickened entrance.
Fox pressed forward at the encouraging squeeze of Falco's legs and immediately lost himself in the snug heat of his bird. Falco's soft little moans just encouraged Fox and he all too soon found himself bottomed out, with the bump of his knot pressing firmly against Falco's rear.
It only took Falco's whispered, "Fuck me. Please," to cause Fox to move, changing from a slow grind to rapid thrusts that increased in frequency and intensity with Falco's moans. Fox's eyes roved Falco's body as the bird slowly became undone. One hand rested against the headboard while the other rapidly stroked his cock. Each squeeze of Falco's legs around Fox's waist threatened to pop Fox's knot into that tight entrance and the eager way Falco ground his waist up with every thrust betrayed just how much the bird wanted that to happen. A too-short eternity later and Falco writhed as his orgasm hit, sending long jets of white across the blue and red feathers of his chest and stomach.
Rather than loosening, though, Falco's legs just squeezed harder, until Fox's choices were to push his knot forward into the welcoming heat of Falco's ass or to stop moving (which was, at this point, non-negotiable). Fox grunted as his knot popped in, drawing a shaky, gasping moan from a spent Falco. Once inside, Fox only withstood a few grinding thrusts in that all-encompassing heat before he, too, was pushed over the edge.
Fox grasped Falco's hips and rolled the bird on top of him as he collapsed onto the bed, uncaring of the way the bird's still hot seed mixed into the fur of his chest. Falco just tiredly mumbled something as he settled his head in the crook of Fox's neck. Fox smiled gently at the sight, before trying to maneuver the covers over them without disturbing the half-asleep bird. Finally, once they were both protected from the chill of space by the warm comforter, Fox hugged his bird closer to his chest and fell into a gentle sleep.
Getting fur and feathers that had been glued together by cum and a long sleep was something neither were willing to discuss
It was some weeks later that Fox dared to ask Falco what prompted the flirting in the first place. Falco had refused to give a clear answer until Fox figured out that a post-coital Falco was an honest Falco.
The next morning, when Fox innocently asked a sleepy Falco what 'Star Fucks' was, he got to see just how flustered his bird could get as Falco explained the porn parody of Star Fox's actions during the war he had found while preparing for that three week long mission so long ago.
Fox just laughed and asked if the bird still had it so they could watch it together for 'inspiration.' Falco, being the head-over-heels fool he was, agreed.