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“Gee, Fox, is that the best you can do?" Falco pushed him against the couch with one hand, and used his other to gently wiggle the dildo under Fox's tail. “I've got something bigger under my tail right now."

“Shut up." Fox grumbled. It was plenty big, and it felt plenty big. “You're just a size queen."

“Hey, I can't help it if I've got the best ass in Lylat." He was flaunting it, too. Both of them were in nothing but tank tops.

“Is that why you leave your toys everywhere?" Slippy chimed in without looking up from his game.

Falco rolled his eyes. Like most young men, he wasn't good about picking up after himself. Of course, all three of them tended to leave their messes — dishes, clothes, sex toys — laying around the Great Fox. But Falco's competitiveness extended to being the best at bottoming, which meant he'd built up an extensive collection and it ended up everywhere.

“You sound like Peppy." He said. “And Fox does it too."

As a wave of enemies vanished Slippy glanced up at him. He was sitting on the floor beside them, in just a jockstrap and with his back against the couch, playing some video game on the holoscreen across the room. “Oh, Fox also does it, real mature."

“I'll show you mature!"

Fox laughed. “Falco, you're right. It's not that big…in the shaft. But this knot…"

“Oh, poor little captain, can't take a knot. I bet if I shoved this in you'd blow your load right now."

“He took Bill's plenty back at the Academy." Slippy said.

“Bill's load? No shit."

“Well, yes." Colorful explosions lit up the holoscreen as Slippy cleared another wave of enemies, momentarily illuminating the room. “But I meant his knot."

“Again. No shit." Falco looked back at him, still held on his back by Falco's hand. “Come on. Aren't you Foxes supposed to be good at getting fucked?"

“Speciesist." Fox stuck out his tongue and gave Falco's own erection a swat.

“You're the fox with wolf dick under your tail. Don't tell me you're not being a stereotype."

“You're the one who squawks when he cums, Falco." Slippy said.

“And you croak! That's way worse."

“Both of you, quiet. I'm almost…" Fox pushed Falco away and sat upright, his legs on either side of Slippy's head, and let his body push itself down on the dildo with its own weight. He felt it slide deeper and deeper, moving oh so slowly until he passed some threshold and the knot suddenly popped all the way inside him.

The sudden pleasure, the fullness, made him groan loudly enough to briefly drown out the game. His cock throbbed, almost enough to shoot his load."

“That's it, Fox!" Falco sounded genuinely proud.

“It's…oh, fuck it's big…" Fox took deep breaths, willing his body to relax and adapt to the size.

“Eh, it's fine. You can keep it if you want, I need bigger stuff these days."

Fox took a deep breath and gently squeezed his ass around the toy. After a moment, he nodded. “Thanks." His cock throbbed with every heartbeat - it hadn't been this hard since Falco had last chosen a toy for him, a week and a half ago.

Suddenly there was a tongue in his muzzle. Falco had grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. The beak was softer, more malleable than it looked, but the general lack of avians on Papetoon meant it had taken Fox awhile to get used to it. With his other hand, Falco reached down to grab Fox's cock.

The knot had gotten Fox so worked up almost anything would have made him shoot. The second he felt Falco's hand he made a very undignified, uncaptainlike noise and started shooting long spurts of cum all over Slippy's head and onto the floor below.

He pulled away from Falco and took a few deep, calming breaths. His cock softened in Falco's hand.

“Was that the knot or the making out?" Slippy paused the game to look back, his tongue darting out and licking up the fox cum from the top of his head.

“I think the knot, mostly."

“I dunno, I'm pretty damn good with my beak." Falco winked, then leaned over to clean some of the remaining cum off of Slippy with sensual, almost exaggerated lick.

“Gee, Falco." Slippy chuckled. “If you're that eager for a taste of me you could have just asked."

Falco grinned and pulled him up into a kiss too. “Because your cum is all sticky and gets in my feathers and that's a bitch to clean."

“Is that why you put it inside you?" Fox said. He leaned back against the couch and started to gently pull the dildo out, the the stimulation was enough to get his cock half-hard again.

“It's-"

Slippy interrupted. “Wait, go back, I have a better one."

Falco blinked. “Uh…your cum gets in my feathers, that's a bitch to clean?"

Slippy's eyes went wide in mock surprise. “What? Huh? You clean things up? Peppy will be thrilled!"

“Yeah, yeah, smart-ass. That wasn't funnier than Fox's."

“I'm just smart. You're the one who keeps talking about his ass."

“You'd keep talking about it too if you had one like mine." Falco twisted over onto all fours, showing it off. The way he acted could make it annoying to admit, but it really was fantastic. Right now it looked even bigger than usual, with his cheeks spread apart by the bright red butt plug he'd been wearing all evening. Hanging below were his cock and balls; both decently sized, but to his friend's knowledge the only time he'd ever topped was when someone wanted to suck him off.

Slippy set the controller aside and stood up. “It's alright." He groped his own package, making it stir and grow in the jockstrap.

“It's fantastic!"

Fox finally pulled himself off the knot and pulled the dildo out with a groan. It was a relief, but he felt so empty too. He was tempted to ask Slippy to fuck him, especially since it would piss off Falco, but Slippy was still too large for him to fully take. “Just fuck him already. You know how he gets."

“Hey!" Falco glared at him. “I do not geeeheeet…" He trailed off into a moan as Slippy grabbed the plug and pulled it out in one smooth motion.

“Captain's orders, Falco." Slippy dropped his underwear and started stroking his cock. It was large, both the longest and the thickest on the team, and ever since they started working together Falco had made it very clear how much he enjoyed that.

“So much for-" The door to the cabins slid open, and for a moment the conversation stopped.

Peppy stood in the door frame, looking between the three of them. “Hmm. I thought you boys were watching a movie."

“We were." Fox said. “But after watching everything in ROB's storage three times over they're getting boring."

Peppy nodded and walked through the room, heading for the galley on the other side of the common room. As Slippy started rubbing Falco's ass again, pulling his cheeks apart with both hands, they heard Peppy rummaging around.

“Fuck." Falco sighed, and it wasn't clear if he was responding to something Slippy was doing or just expressing his shared boredom. “We better get some new stuff to watch when we get to Corneria."

“Knowing you, I don't know if you want more dicks or more explosions." Peppy said as he emerged, carrying a glass of cheap beer they'd bought in orbit above Katina. He walked past them, heading back to their cabins. “You boys don't stay up too late. And clean up, will you?"

“Good night!" Slippy called as the door shut. It was just the three of them again, with Slippy's semi hard cock still aimed at Falco's ass. “Well, Falco, I think I still had some orders to carry out."

Fox smiled as he watched his friends start fucking in front of him. Mercenary work was intense bursts of danger and difficulty in between long stretches of boredom, and neither made it easy to relax. This, though. He was a simple fox and nights with his friends were all he really wanted.