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The Great Fox cruised through the empty reaches of space, heading to Corneria. Its occupants, the famous StarFox team, were on their way to restock on supplies.

It had been a year since the end of the Lylat wars, and the demise of the demented ape scientist, Andross. The StarFox crew brought peace to the galaxy, and became heroes and were thus rewarded for their bravery. However, this meant slow business for mercenaries, and that meant little income for supplies.

Still, their pockets were full of the reward money that General Pepper had given them, so the team wasn't all that concerned. They had plenty of money to keep afloat for at least 4 years, so long as they didn't "spend it all in one place" as they say.

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The dreadnaught cruiser descended from the sky, the flames from entering the atmosphere dispersing as it glided across the Cornerian ocean. Fox McCloud, leader of the team, watched the ship part with the water from his captain's chair. Fox raised his paw and pointed to his robotic co-pilot, ROB. The gold plated robot headed to a control terminal, typing in commands as fast as his mechanical fingers were able.

"This is Great Fox, requesting permission to dock, refuel, and reload on supplies," ROB repeated the line he was programmed to say.

The vulpine leaned back, closing his eyes as he waited for ROB to announce where he was to land the Great Fox. Fox had done this plenty of times before, and he knew how much traffic Corneria got. It gave him a chance to relax, even if it did burn a few extra fuel cells to keep cruising so close to the planet's surface.

After a few moments in silence, ROB's voice broke through. "Incoming transmission from Corneria."

"Patch it through," Fox said with a casual wave.

The ship's speakers crackled slightly, "Great Fox, you have been cleared for landing," A female voice said, "Please proceed to docking bay 17."

"Alright. You heard the lady, ROB," Fox said, leaning back in his chair. "Tell the rest of the team to get up here and prepare to land."

"Affirmative," ROB replied, turning to the control panels and typing the appropriate commands in...

***

A short while after ROB issued the order, the crew had gathered on the Great Fox's bridge. Falco Lombardi, Slippy Toad, and Peppy Hare all stood with Fox as they watched Corneria City draw closer. The planet they had protected from Andross and his evil was alive and fully active. The damages from the attack were long since repaired, and the incident was put in the back of the citizens' minds.

The team's reverie didn't last, as ROB turned to face the crew. "Incoming message from General Pepper." ROB announced in his monotonous voice.

"Put it through," Fox replied. The team gathered around their leader as the projector lit up displaying General Pepper's visage.

"General Pepper here," The dog's image said to the team, "Welcome back to Corneria, Team StarFox."

"It's good to be back, General," Fox said. "Even if it is just for a quick supply fill up."

"I see. Nonetheless, it's good to see you again, and I have someone else here who'll be glad to see you."

The image changed as Beltino Toad's face replaced Pepper's. "Hello everybody!"

"Dad!?" Slippy shouted, jumping from his seat and rushing besides Fox. "What are you doing there?"

"I'm here to be your escort!" The old toad said with a smile.

"Escort?!" The younger toad yelled. "To where?"

"Oh, it's not much! Only a request for your assistance that General Pepper told me about. He needs you to help with a new project. It's top secret, and I'm not allowed to say much more. But I can say that it'll require someone with full knowledge of the Arwing and its mechanics."

"Me?" Slippy gulped, "But aren't there a bunch of others who worked on it?"

"While they may have worked on it, they don't know it as well as you do. With your help, the project will proceed far more quickly. We only need you to help with the blueprints. The rest can be done easily."

"You need frog face's help with designing a new ship?" Falco summarized. "Okay, so long as you keep him from test flying it!"

Slippy huffed at Falco's snickering, turning to face his father's image again.

"But Dad, I have to do maintenance on the Arwings and the Great Fox. It's why we're restocking on supplies!"

"Relax, son. Pepper has agreed to send a temporary replacement to help."

"Indeed," Pepper cut in, his image taking over for Beltino. "He knows enough about engineering to help with any problems that arise. I'll send him up and you can decide if he'll be acceptable."

"I'm sure whoever you picked will work well," Fox replied smartly.

"Very good then," Beltino cut in, "And I'll be waiting for you, Slippy, at the docking bay."

Beltino's face disappeared, Pepper's image replacing it.

"Well, then! My recruit is on his way. He should be there when you arrive."

"Right, General," Fox replied. "We're in Dock 17."

The General saluted the team before his image cut out, Beltino's appearing again for a second before he cut out as well. With their briefing done, the team turned back to look at the renewed city.

***

The team watched in silence as Great Fox cruised through the city, slowing down as it approached the docking area. A dreadnaught class cruiser went through a longer docking procedure than smaller crafts, so the StarFox team tended to wait on the bridge and watch the ship glide into the docking bay. Despite saving the galaxy, the group were still adolescents and took some enjoyment in watching the mechanisms do their jobs and secure their ship.

Though the process took a while, long enough to make Falco ticked at the wait, it ended with an audible "Ping" from the com system.

All at once, the StarFox Team walked out of the bridge, heading towards the exit of the ship as a group. The 4 teammates walked at a leisured pace, each wrapped in their own thoughts than rushing to the exit.

Slippy looked down at the floor nervously, the "secret project" General Pepper wanted him for and his temporary replacement was making him anxious. While it was an honor to be selected by the General of Corneria's military, he had to wonder why he was picked to work on such a project.

Falco was eager to buy his own definition of what counted as supplies, while Peppy was excited to see Beltino again. The older rabbit also wanted to scout the talent of their new replacement crew member, just to be on the safe side.

Fox walked at the head of the group, leading his team with a confident stride. Slippy's departure was a bit of a setback, but so long as Pepper's pick knew their stuff, it didn't concern Fox much.

***

All four members of the StarFox team stood at the docking platform, a sign with the number "17" hanging on the walls and by the entrance. The team waited patiently for their respective visitors, each resting on one of the chairs scattered across the dock.

It wasn't until 15 minutes after their arrival that their guests rounded the corner into the docking bay area. Beltino and one other canine walked towards the Star Fox team.

"Finally!" Falco called, stretching his arms over his head as he walked with the rest of his team to greet their company.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone!" The old Toad waved to the team, taking his time walking towards the group, the dog coming up behind him.

"So this is Slippy's replacement?" Falco immediately sized the tan furred dog up, rubbing the underside of his beak. "Well, he doesn't look as weak as frog face. "

Slippy huffed at the comment. "So, dad. Did you travel with the new guy?"

"Oh, no Slippy," Beltino shook his head lightly, "We met up at the entrance. He's a very nice boy."

The group turned to the newcomer, who instantly perked up at the 5 pairs of eyes all on him.

"Oh, ah... Hi," The dog smiled meekly at the famous team. "I'm technician Mitch Mayfield, certified in space craft repair and maintenance. It's an honor to be serving the great StarFox team." Mitch finished with a grin, his tail wagging briskly.

"Well, at least they didn't send up one of those stuck up guys." Falco muttered to Fox, the captain smirking in agreement.

"He seems eager to start," Peppy commented, "Ah, the benefits of youth."

"Your age doesn't seem to stop you from gallivanting about the universe!" Beltino laughed. "We've still got several years before we're too old to work!"

"Glad to see you two taking gettin' old so well." Falco remarked.

"You just wait, Falco," Peppy teased, "You'll be saying the same thing when you're our age."

"Yeah, yeah," the proud avian waved dismissively, the older members chuckling lightly.

"Okay, then!" Fox clapped his paws together once to get everybody's attention, "We should be going back and start the maintenance."

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay and... supervise?" Slippy looked at Fox, pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, son," Beltino said, "But we're on a tight schedule. We'll be headed to the General's office in a few minutes."

"Well, then... I guess I'll leave this to you..." The toad looked up at the taller dog. Mitch straightened up, his tail still wagging. "You'll be in charge of the Arwing check ups and making sure they work right. We do this every several months so nothing malfunctions. You'll do the testing in my place."

"I won't let you down." Mitch said, saluting the younger Toad.

"Alright, dad, lets go." Beltino nodded and the two amphibians walked back towards the exit.

The group, excluding Falco, waved to the two Toads as they left. Once they were out of eyesight, Fox turned to their newest addition.

"So, Mitch... How'd you like a tour of the Great Fox?" The leader grinned as the dog's eyes widened, his tail wagging so fast that it looked like it'd fall off.

"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!" The dog jumped at each 'yes' stopping after the third before sheepishly nodding to Fox. "Very much... Fox."

"Good. Let's get started. You'll need to know a few things about the ship since you'll be filling in for Slippy."

The two walked back towards the Great Fox, while Falco and Peppy trailed behind.

"Definitely not the usual stuffed shirt." Falco remarked to Peppy.

"You sure seem okay with him," Peppy said back. "You usually don't like the energetic type..."

"Yeah, well... just as long as he doesn't break my stuff, I won't mind."

***

"This is the hanger," Fox proclaimed, holding his arms out to the Great Fox's hanger. The team had already covered a few of the rooms in the ship. The new technician looked on in awe.

Mitch looked at the hanger and the Arwings, panning his head slowly as he took it all in. The room that held the team's Arwings and Landmaster Tanks, the metal plating shining in the overhead lights. He looked longingly at the four Arwings seated next to one another, silently wishing he could join the group in their dog fights.

The four Arwings were identical in appearance, each safely in their docking lock. Though the crafts' hulls were in need of a cleaning, Mitch still gazed at them as if they just came off the assembly line.

"Cool," he whispered, his gaze stopping at the last Arwing in the row.

"Hey, boy!" Falco's voice disrupted his amazement. "Are you gonna spend all day staring at them, or are you actually gonna do something?"

"Okay, okay!" Mitch replied, stepping back from the indignant bird.

"If you wanna 'test your skills'," Falco mockingly air quoted, "then you can start on Slippy's! If you manage to not make a wreck of it, then I'll see that you have what it takes."

"Okay" the dog crossed his arms, eager to take on Falco's challenge.

"Don't let him get to you," Fox put his paw on Mitch's shoulder, looking at him with a smile, "Pepper recommended you because he knew you could do the job."

While Mitch's ears stayed down, his tail wagged slightly, a grin tugged on his muzzle. "Well, I'll give it my best shot."

"Thatta boy, you'll do fine," Peppy chimed in. The older hare patted Mitch on the shoulder, a confidant smile on his muzzle.

The tech dog ran up to Slippy's Arwing, jumped up into the cock pit and studied the controls.

"Don't worry about gettin' lost, kid!" Falco called, "It's made so even a complete newbie pilot could handle it!"

"I'll show you newbie," the dog huffed to himself. But he did admit, Falco was right. While the controls were different to a standard Cornerian ship, they were laid out in a way that could be picked up by anyone; so long as they knew which device did what.

"This is the fighter that helped take out Andross", Mitch wrapped his paws around the two handles that replaced the flight wheel of the old fighters. He placed his feet on the flight pedals below him, the right controlling the break and the left controlling the axis for the custom "barrel roll", only possible thanks to the G-Diffuser system.

"So..." Mitch voiced, the rest of the team waited while he looked through the open canopy. "How does this test go?"

Peppy's face appeared on the screen, his voice heard from the ship's speakers. "It's just a small systems check. We make sure the engines are working, the blasters are at their best, and that the thing just isn't falling apart."

"In times of peace, even Slippy starts taking it easy after a while," Fox joined in, his face replacing Peppy's. "So, once every month or so, we run a full systems check. Slippy usually does it, so that only a systems check gets done and not a joy ride through Meteo." He tilted his head towards Falco, glaring at him for the obvious reasons.

"Oh, what's the point in a system's check if you're not going anywhere?" sneered Falco. "Seems like a waste. I'd rather clean the blasted machine myself than spend all that time showing it's ready for flight and not flying it."

The two teammates' slowly forming argument ended when Peppy cleared his throat loudly, bringing their attention to the almost forgotten Arwing and its occupant. Both pilots looked down slightly, Fox looking more guilty than Falco, and mumbled quick apologies.

"Well, anyway," Fox continued, rubbing the back of his head, "Now that we have someone who won't get distracted and knows what they're doing, we can finish this. And if there's anything wrong, we can just head out to the city and buy the supplies to fix it. So, do you know the basics on the Arwing yet?"

"Yeah, I do. Pepper gave me the Arwing specs to look through. I'm pretty quick on the up-take."

"Okay, we'll leave it to you. We'll stay here while you do this, and if all goes well it should be over in 20 minutes"

Mitch nodded, closing the canopy and settling in. He started the procedure, just as he did in the simulations. The Arwing lit up, and soon was humming lowly. Mitch mentally checked off the systems as they checked alright. One by one, the Arwing's parts slowly moved to affirm their working conditions. After only 5 minutes, the Arwing powered off and the canopy opened. Mitch leaped down to face the team.

"So, how'd I do?" He grinned broadly as the three looked at him nonplussed.

"You did well, for a first timer," Fox grinned, the other two smiled as well.

"But the question is, can you do it again?" Falco pointed at the other three Arwings, though his voice held a teasing tone to it.

"Watch me!" Mitch set to work, checking Fox's Arwing, then Peppy's. Each hummed low, and moved in the same pattern, before returning to normal signaling their battle readiness. Finally, Mitch hopped into Falco's Arwing, beginning the procedure. Like the others, the wings and G-diffusers checked out fine. But then something appeared on the control screen.

'Something's jamming the front laser cannon,' he thought, 'But it doesn't look like much. I wonder if I can dislodge it with a shot.'

The tech dog manually turned down the power to the Arwing's laser, gently pressing the trigger switch.

A loud "BANG" rang through the hanger, the bottom of the Arwing flying off and hitting the floor. The cockpit of the ship was still intact though, but the front cone had been destroyed.

"My... Arwing..." Falco breathed out. "He..."

"Mitch!" Fox yelled, "are you okay!!"

"I'm fine!" Mitch called as he opened the canopy. "A little shaken but..."

"You totaled my ship!" Falco screamed, "I thought you knew what you were doing! You little... come down here so I can--!"

"Falco, that's enough!" Fox called, facing his feathered teammate. "The important thing here is that Mitch didn't get hurt."

"What about my ship, McCloud? Slippy ain't here to repair the thing, and we can't trust the techy to do anything right!"

"Look, it was probably just a bad 'present' from those Raiders we stopped sometime ago, it wasn't his fault."

"That doesn't give him the all clear to fire live shots in the hanger! I know that much!!" With a huff, the steaming bird stomped towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" Fox yelled.

"Out for a drink, or something to take my anger out on!" Falco punched the hanger door before opening it, his voice echoing throughout the halls. "Rotten kid... can't believe he... Gahhh!"

"I'd better make sure he's okay," Peppy whispered to Fox. "You better look after the new guy, lift his spirits up."

The vulpine looked over to the Arwing where Mitch currently sulked. "Yeah, I'll watch over him. Good luck trying to cool off Falco."

"I've had worse to deal with," Peppy chuckled. The old hare rushed out of the hanger after Falco, yelling at him until they were out of earshot.

With a grin, the young pilot turned back to the Arwings. Fox heard the depressed canine sigh from the open cockpit. "Hey, Mitch. You okay?"

"Sorry," Mitch sank into the cockpit, "I always wanted to fly one of these ships, but I've never had much flight time. I've been stuck as a mechanic for a good chunk of the war..."

"Look, I know you might feel a little down, but it isn't your fault. The Arwing's controls are different from a Cornerian fighter's."

Fox stepped back, rubbing his head absentmindedly as he thought of a way to cheer the trainee up. After pondering a few options in his head, Fox snapped his fingers as an idea hit him.

"Look, I know you're feel frustrated, but maybe I can help you with that."

"How do you figure?"

"By having a sparring match with me!" Fox spread his arms out waiting for an answer. "What better way to release some tension than a good brawl! Always helps me whenever I'm ticked off."

Soon enough, Mitch's muzzle peeked out from the Arwing.

"A sparring Match?" He grinned at the thought. "For real?"

"Yeah!" Fox brought his fists together, jabbing the air twice. "We can fight here, in the hanger. I'm sure Falco will spend a while cooling off. We should have the place to ourselves, though you won't have anything to cushion your fall!"

Mitch, now smiling ear to ear, jumped out of the Arwing and ran up to Fox. The dog bounced excitedly, his tail wagging as Fox watched the young pup.

"Oh, wow! This is too cool! I'm gonna spar with the great Fox McCloud!" He thought in a blaze of excitement.

"Take it easy kid," Fox laughed as the dog stood, the big grin still on his muzzle. "Don't wear yourself out before we even begin!"

Mitch giggled shyly, rubbing the back of his head, just like Fox had. "Say, can we start now? Just in case the others come back early or something..."

"Sure, kid. Go stand at the end by Slippy's Arwing. We can start whenever you want. The first one to pin the other down wins! Sound fair?"

Mitch nodded, running to the opposite corner of the hanger. He skidded to a halt and turned sharply, practically jumping into position.

"Don't hold back, okay Fox? I've been through the Cornerian training course and I'm pretty good."

"Is that so?" Fox asked, shedding his flight jacket and tossing it to the ground. "Well, it'll take a lot more than basic training to beat me!"

The two canids eased into their own fighting stances, each facing the other in an attempt to read each others movements. A silence fell over the hanger. Neither of the two moved, each trying to read the other's first move.

After what seemed only a second, Fox dashed towards Mitch, the technician tightening his stance. Fox jumped high into the air, twisting his body to propel his spinning kick.

Mitch blocked the kick with his right paw, catching the ace pilot's leg and started to throw the vulpine for a loop. But Fox used the leverage to bounce back, tackling the dog. The canines stumbled, grappling as they fought to stay on balance.

"You're as good as they say, Fox!" Mitch grunted, grinding his teeth as he pushed against Fox.

"You're not too bad yourself, kid!" Fox panted back.

Mitch panted hard, the dog feeling the strength slowly leaving his arms. He couldn't help his eyes from drifting to the vulpine's arms, watching Fox's biceps flexing as they pushed against his own. The tan furred dog was torn from his thoughts as Fox pulled his opponent forward, slamming his knee into Mitch's stomach.

Fox jumped back as the technician clutched his stomach. Mitch staggered, but managed to right himself and get back into his stance.

'Kid's got guts, I'll give him that,' Fox thought as he saw the panting canine, 'Especially for a tech guy. It's not everyday we get someone like this. I'll just have to enjoy this for all it's worth!'

In a flash, the vulpine ran towards Mitch, performing a low jump kick, letting his momentum carry him to his target. Mitch, still dizzy from the earlier assault, ducked out of harm's way, falling to the steel-plated floor.

Fox righted himself, waiting for the canine to get on his feet. Shakily, Mitch stood up, turning to face the fast-footed fox. Panting slightly, the canine charged at Fox throwing a punch at the vulpine's chest. Fox sidestepped, throwing his elbow back hard into Mitch's back. Though even after that, Mitch only stumbled forward before regaining his balance and turning to Fox again.

'Damn, this kid just won't go down!' Fox's thoughts echoed in his head. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, his tail twitched in irritation as he thought of how to bring down the resilient dog.

Mitch was tired, his breaths were coming in labored pants. He had far less endurance than the battle trained fox, and he had just about reached his limit. The dog tensed his legs, preparing for one last attack.

With a loud cry, Mitch tackled Fox. Hard. He slammed into the vulpine's chest, knocking the wind out of the pilot and bringing him down to the cold steel floor. Mitch held Fox's shoulders down, effectively pinning him. The canine looked at his opponent, heavily breathing with the shock of it all.

"I... I actually...?" Mitch panted at the wide-eyed vulpine. The technician had Star Fox's leader pinned under him! Fox was just as surprised.

In a real fight, Fox would've thrown his opponent off with his legs and finished them off, but for now the team leader let his new friend bask in the satisfaction of having toppled Star Fox's leader.

Mitch's muzzle dipped, his nose touching Fox's own. The contact didn't last long, as the technician's arms gave out, and he collapsed next to Fox. The ace pilot, still with enough energy to continue for at least another hour, propped himself up.

"You had more than the fight on your mind... didn't you?" Fox smirked down at the smaller canine.

Mitch nodded, his ears splayed down. He still lay on the hanger floor, looking up at the ceiling while he listened to Fox.

"So, is it safe to say you're..." The vulpine trailed off.

"Yeah, I am..." The dog took several deep breaths, steadying his breathing. "You don't mind?"

"Nah," Fox almost laughed his reply, "I don't know how things were for you, but during my stay at the Academy, we had more than a few gay cadets ourselves. We all had to cooperate during team missions, and they removed anyone who caused trouble. If you couldn't see past your personal preferences, then you were good as expelled. DIdn't stop anyone from trying anything, but it sure as hell discouraged them from openly doing it."

"Oh..." Mitch sat up, looking at Fox out of the corner of his eye. "No wonder I'm still in..."

"Hmm? What'd you do?" A cheeky smile crossed the vulpine's muzzle. "Get caught in the bathroom giving head?"

Mitch's head snapped up so fast he thought it would snap off! Fox couldn't help but laugh as Mitch shook his head trying to say something. The dog's muzzle reddened several shades as he looked at Fox.

"No, no, no!" He said shakily. "It's just I... kinda got found out there..."

"Ah, that makes sense," the pilot chuckled. "Happens to a lot of recruits, myself included."

The technician's ears perked up at the last sentence. "You...? You're...?"

"Well, technically I'm bi, an equal opportunity enjoyer."

"So, how much have you enjoyed...?"

"How much?" Fox's grinned at the shy canine. "Not as much as you're thinking. But I've had my share during my academy years. Now though I don't get as much action."

"You mean, you haven't had sex with Falco all this time!?" Mitch blurted out, his paws covering his muzzle as the words left him.

"Yeah right! That bird doesn't fly that way." Fox waved his paw dismissively. "He's been off going on what he calls 'solo missions'. I call it being a bad liar, but so long as he comes back and doesn't bring any trouble, I tend to ignore it."

"Then how come you haven't gone out to, well..." Mitch stuttered slightly, looking for the right phrase. "Get some tail? You're Fox McCloud! You can get anyone you want!"

"Eh, it's only been a while since the war ended. I still have plenty of time to search for that. Why? Are you offering?" the vulpine grinned widely.

"N-no... well I mean... maybe... I... well I wouldn't be against it..." The canine blushed looking at his own paws.

"You're a virgin," Fox's grin faded, though he still smiled. "Aren't you?"

Mitch nodded, ducking his head as his ears lay flat on his head. "Was it an easy guess?"

"Pretty much. No one who experimented before would be this shy about it."

"So... if I was offering," Mitch stuttered, "Would you be interested?"

Fox held a paw to his chin, looking up and down the canine's body. Mitch ducked his head, suddenly self-conscious with his body.

"Yeah," he said finally. "You wanna... right now?"

Mitch snapped his head up, his blush rising as he thought about it. "I wouldn't be against it..."

The dog watched Fox as he stood up and discarded his green shirt, laying it flat on the floor. "Then help me make the bed." He winked, before swiftly dropping his pants, his green boxer briefs the only thing keeping him decent.

With a sigh, Mitch stood up and unzipped his jumpsuit slowly. Fox watched the canine undress with interest. Mitch stepped out of his clothes, his white shirt and boxer-briefs his last cover. The vulpine whistled wolfishly.

"Hey there, you're quite a looker under that suit!" The vulpine looked over the surprisingly muscled dog's figure, wondering how he got it in his line of work. He wasn't ripped by any means, but he had more muscle than someone working in the technical department of the Cornerian forces usually had.

"I'm not really..."

"Don't be modest," Fox walked up to Mitch, running his paws across his chest. "It's good to see a tech guy who works out!"

The dog said nothing, blushing as he watched Fox's fingers trace his stomach and reach his boxer-briefs. With a teasing glance to the mutt, Fox pulled down the front, getting a good look at the half hard dog member.

"Hmm, not bad," Fox smiled and took the limp dick into his paw, pushing the sheath back and exposing the rest of the pink length. Fox continued, sliding his paw along Mitch's dick, going slowly so the dog wouldn't collapse.

It was a strange feeling for Mitch, getting a pawjob while standing and not in the confines of his shower. He'd always had a wall to hold him up before. Now though, he held onto Fox's shoulder, keeping his balance, as he melted into the new sensations. His cock throbbed in the vulpine's paws as he panted lightly.

With practiced ease, Fox kept his paw moving in a steady rhythm along the dog's length. He didn't want Mitch to blow this soon, and took his paw away when he felt the first drop of pre leak out. Fox grinned as he heard the dog whine in disappointment, his cock hard and throbbing in the air.

"That's a good warm up, now you're ready," Fox backed up, dropping his own boxers and revealing his groin to the stunned canine. Mitch's breath caught in his throat as he looked at Star Fox's leader totally naked. He stared at Fox's cream furred sheath until Fox called to him.

"Well, I don't think it's fair that you still have your underpants on," Fox chuckled.

Mitch swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. He shakily snaked his tail out of the hole in the back of his boxers-briefs, letting them fall to the floor in a heap.

"Much better," Fox smiled, looking at the now nude dog.

"Yeah..." Mitch smiled shyly, looking at the hint of red that was peeking out of Fox's sheath.

"See something you like?" Fox asked in a low voice, grabbing his emerging cock and giving it a shake. The dog immediately blushed brightly, nodding his head briefly. "You can have a taste, if you want," Fox grinned broadly, his eyes full of lust.

With one lick of his lips, Mitch dropped to his knees, looking at Fox's dick, breathing deeply.

"This is the first time I've... ever done this, so... um..."

"Relax," Fox soothed, rubbing Mitch's ears, "It's okay, this is supposed to be fun. Just do what you want, I won't mind. Just watch the teeth, okay?"

Mitch nodded, opening his muzzle to let the foreign object into his maw, taking it in halfway so he wouldn't choke. The dog tentatively licked at the length, tasting it and feeling it pulse. He also felt it still swelling, it was only half hard.

For the most part, Fox was enjoying the dog's untrained muzzle, despite the clumsy actions. The dog clearly had no idea what he was doing, licking awkwardly and just barley sucking. But he was quickly losing his shyness, getting more energetic in his lapping.

After a while, Mitch was getting into it, building a rhythm and starting to bob his head. His actions, though clumsy, still managed to coax out a few drops of pre form Fox's cock, the thin taste of it registering in his head as he continued bobbing. But before the dog could continue, Fox grabbed his head and ears, stopping and holding him still.

"You were really getting into it," Fox panted slightly as he talked, "But I have something different in mind".

The grin the vulpine gave made Mitch shiver, not in fear but excitement. The dog slowly slid his muzzle off the fox cock, letting it throb in the air like his did. Mitch then sat on their makeshift bed,

"So, you got any lube?" Fox joked, laughing in his throat. He did a double take as the tech dog pulled out a white bottle from his uniform pocket, opened it, and applied clear fluid to his paw. "You actually carry lube in your pocket?" Fox eyed the mechanic. "Why would you...?"

"It actually has a use other than making... penetration easier..." Mitch grinned shyly, taking hold of Fox's cock and covering it with lube. If the dog had anything to back up his claim, he didn't voice it. Instead he finished lubing the entire length before laying down on the makeshift bed on all fours.

"So you ready?" Fox asked, leaning down and rubbing the dog's firm rump.

"As I'll ever be," Mitch replied, lifting his tail and wagging it slowly.

Fox ran his paw between Mitch's cheeks, running over the tailhole with one finger, making Mitch shudder in pleasure. With a lick of his lips, Fox shifted and placed his red length at Mitch's tailhole. Fox looked over the dog's shoulder, seeing he was bracing him self for "impact".

"Relax, it'll make this easier," Fox said, rubbing the dog's ass soothingly.

Mitch looked back and nodded shakily. He breathed deeply, trying his best to relax but still shuddered when he felt Fox's tapered tip at his entrance. With a small push, he entered the young canine.

Mitch gasped as the first few inches slid in, the lube helped make the process easier. The dog groaned in pain as he was penetrated for the first time, his muscles flexing to try and remove the intruder. But Fox was persistent. He pushed a little more of his thick member each time he felt Mitch's muscles relax until he only had his forming knot outside the dog's ass.

The two stayed still, thighs to butt, as Fox waited for Mitch to relax. Mitch bit his lip, trying to hold in the whines while his tailhole adjusted to the cock in him.

The vulpine slid his red cock into the dog, his soft knot going in smoothly, his hips meeting with Mitch's rear. The fox licked Mitch's ear, waiting for the dog's okay before continuing. After a few minutes, Mitch's frame relaxed and his breathing evened. He took a minute to catch his breath before turning his head to meet Fox's gaze.

"Fox..." Mitch exhaled, "Take me..."

Fox pulled back, making Mitch tense at the feeling of the fox cock leaving his tailhole. The dog's tailhole clamped around Fox's dick, trying to keep it in, but Fox managed to get his entire dick out, save for his head, And with a grunt and a sharp push, he slipped back into Mitch's tight tail.

Fox built a rhythm, thrusting his cock in the dog's tailhole, holding Mitch's hips to steady his thrusts. The dog bowed his head, griping the clothes beneath him, clenching his fingers at every thrust. Fox drove deep into the dog, making Mitch cry out in pleasure as the thick cock bottomed out in him.

Mitch whined softly, his cock bobbing with every thrust of the fox, a dribble of pre leaking out onto the improvised bedding. He wanted to grab his cock and stroke himself to completion, but he knew he was holding the duo up, and he couldn't risk letting them fall over and ruin the moment.

Fox grunted and thrust faster as he felt his knot filling up, becoming too big to fit into the dog's tight tailhole, and hitting his rump cheeks trying to gain entrance. Mitch's eyes opened as he felt Fox's knot, looking back apprehensively at his partner. Fox looked back at Mitch, his eyes glazed with lust, and a foxy grin appearing as he began to push the knot in, slowly working it like a cork.

Thinking back to Fox's earlier words, Mitch tried to relax and let the knot enter with minimal pain. And with an audible 'pop', it did. Mitch gasped as he was spread wider than before, just on the verge of it becoming pain, but still being pleasurable as the knot made it's way in.

Fox slumped over the dog's back, humping his knotted cock into the dog's tailhole, jabbing the thick cock against Mitch's prostate, making his cock ooze more pre. The fox nearly barked as he slammed his cock into the dog's depths, his balls slapping against Mitch's rear as he pumped in hard. A few hard jabs was all Mitch needed, before he hit his climax. Mitch threw his head back and moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls, as he came, shooting several thick shots of cum onto the piled clothes.

The feeling of the dog's passage clinching around his cock was too much and pushed Fox over the edge. He gripped onto the dog's neck with his maw, and howled in orgasm, flooding his insides with fox cum. The feeling of his insides being painted white made Mitch moan quietly, his cock pumping a few more weak streams of cum before coming to a stop, though still throbbing.

The two stayed together as their orgasms waned, the spurts of cum slowing to a dribble, as Fox lowered the two of them down to rest, away from the puddle of dog cum on their 'bed'. Fox breathed heavily in Mitch's ear, holding him tight while his knot did the same.

"Oh, Fox...that was so..." Mitch sighed in euphoria, his words failing him. Fox only nodded, nuzzling the dog's neck. The two canids stayed together, joined by Fox's knot, both just a moaning pile of sweat and fur.

Against Fox's warm body, and the added comfort his afterglow gave him, Mitch soon found his eyes hard to keep open. He turned to look at his partner, and saw the bigger fox snoozing with his muzzle still in his neck. Turning back, Mitch rested his head, and followed Fox's example, letting his eyes close as he drifted to a peaceful sleep.