Starfox: Ghost [FINAL]
Imported from SF2 with no description.
The tropical scenery was nice and warm in the late afternoon sunlight. Despite the huge swath shoveled out and plowed aside by the crashed craft. Fox could feel something on his cheek- which he took for the steel floor. But there was sunlight on the other. And the rest of him for that matter, as he was now unclothed save for a pair of boxers.
More shocking than anything, the fact that he was carried in Wolf's arms.
"Huh? H-Hey. I can walk," Fox said.
"I know," Wolf said, making no move to put him down.
Fox looked out on the ocean. This side of the island must have been shielded from the apocalyptic tidal wave that the weapon stirred up. Thankfully, it was a pretty nice view that had been preserved.
"You crossed the line, Starfox. My mission-"
"I told you, he wasn't going to be anybody's little pet," Fox grasped at Wolf's shoulders with his insistence.
"I know. Saw it for myself. Still, those shady folks from Corneria won't be very thrilled with you killing the key to Andross' old experiments,"
"I'm sure I can talk to Pepper,"
"I'm sure they're talking to him as well. Until all this gets smoothed over you're a renegade, Fox. Ever thought about a spot on Team Starwolf?"
Fox let himself lay a little more slack in Wolf's arms, sinking against the large chest and clinging to the lupine like a rock as the twists and turns of the day tossed him this way and that. It made Andross and his extradimensional fuckery look like a trip down to the gas station.
A shadow crossed them as a ship banked around in the air and began to lower toward them. Didn't look like Cornerian forces coming to blast him. It was battered, bulky. Something obviously used in space borne mining endeavors and piloted by a blonde vulpine.
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Some months later..
Fox stood before the universe as a dark silhouette where the stars and nebulae did not shine. He looked like some mysterious cosmic being awash in a gleaming liminal space and time.
Wolf didn't want to so much as speak and spoil the illusion. Instead he reached up. Followed the slender shape of Fox's thigh, traced the hip bone with a finger. Down to the sheath and the warmth starting to peek out of it in the cool air. The shadowy fox leaned down, the punk mohawk falling in sharp locks over his face.
They kissed, hands bracing on Wolf's chest as he took his mate by the hips and pulled him into bed. Fox arched back as Wolf explored the softer fur on his belly. Finding the hard shaft laying back against it, cushioned by his lower stomach. Wolf's fingers scooped down its underside, a hiss of pleasure as it passed the knot and cupped the orbs beneath.
He was ready and so Wolf lifted his loins high. Wolf's own cock was already warmed up, tucked between Fox's pert butt cheeks in the meantime. Now it sprung up straight, ready as Fox was lowered on it. The vulpine rode Wolf's cock, rocking his hips, bouncing on the thick angry red shaft. Likewise his own erection bobbed, pumping a bit of warmth onto Wolf's stomach with each thrust.
Folding himself forward, sprawling out on top of Wolf. Fox's muzzle felt right at home nuzzled against his neck, tucked under his lupine jaw and resting against gray fur. Large claws massaged Fox's back as they lay in the wash of ancient starlight.
There were still loose ends untied. They would face it together. Then again that had always been the case. Be it as enemies, rivals, outlaws, teammates...
Wolf brought his lips down for another smack on Fox's lips.
...or as lovers.