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Okay, looking on the bright side...this isn't the worst punishment that I could imagine.

It wasn't exactly the most comforting thought possible when one was sitting naked at the bottom of a mud hole. But it wasn't like Fox was going anywhere any time soon, and trying to improve his mood was about the only thing he could really occupy his time with.

This was already a very frustrating mission. He was an ace pilot, most at home in the air, and he was already well out of his element in this slog around Sauria - he'd already vowed that he'd be doing boots-on-the-ground training when he got out of there. And he wasn't exactly at ease with the Lightfoot, who had put him through a bit of trouble already. The only reason he was back here was because there was supposedly a Krazoa Shrine to be found...but they couldn't just show him the way, no, he needed to pass tests and become an honorary member of the tribe. Because anything else would actually be simple.

Okay, maybe that was unfair. This was a different world, a different culture, he was the strange outsider, and he was doing his best to recognize and respect that. Still, it seemed like a little cooperation wouldn't kill them, while wasting time very possibly could. It wasn't exactly putting him in the best of moods. But he'd faced plenty of stresses before, team Star Fox was going through a bit of a rough patch, and Peppy had been urging him to try to look on the bright side of things. So that's what he was trying to do, foul mood be damned.

One bright side was that the first test hadn't been that bad. Finding a bunch of totems fast enough to beat the resident heavyweight, Musclefoot...well, he had to admit the Lightfoot were quite quick, but so was he, and he'd come through that well. Even gotten some approval from everyone for it. But then there was the test of strength, against the aforementioned heavyweight...

To call the deck stacked was understating it. Musclefoot stood significantly taller than Fox, taller than many of the Sharpclaw he'd faced even, and had the strength to be a match for even those brutes. Fox wasn't a pushover but physical strength was not his greatest asset, so he knew he was in for a rough ride. And on top of that, he had to dress down for the occasion, just to be sure he wasn't cheating, or so they said. Really, Fox suspected they just wanted to have a bit of fun at his expense. But what good would refusing do? At least they weren't obviously taunting him when he appeared for the test all stripped down...really, he was in decent shape to compare to most of them. But to the one he had to beat, well, there really was no comparison.

It hadn't taken long for him to lose. Really, there was no way for him to win on the basis of raw power; he needed to learn how the rig worked and how to exploit it to take advantage of any flaw in Musclefoot's approach. But the first chance he'd had to even look at the rig was at the time he was starting the match...he'd gained a bit of knowledge in his loss, but he'd also learned just how outmatched he was in power. The end result: being shoved into the muddy hole, jeered by the Lightfoot, and left there for the night. They'd pull him out tomorrow so he could try again - and lose again, most likely, since he still wasn't sure what he could do. Trying to climb out was right out, the bricked-up walls had no handholds and he had no ability to jump high enough to even get close to the surface.

Okay, bright side, bright side...least it's not freezing outside, it's actually pretty nice. I'd kill for climate control like this on the Great Fox...should see if I can get Slippy to work on that.

There wasn't really anything for him to do down there expect look up at the stars...he was considering just trying to sleep, maybe not the most comfortable place but he'd done worse in the past. But the sound of footsteps up above caught his attention...it sounded like someone was coming closer. Curious, he stood up, trying to see who might be interested in him.

A head appeared over the pit, cloaked in shadow, only a bit of torchlight making the watcher visible. Still, he knew it was Musclefoot, Fox could tell instantly mainly by how big he looked - the shadows couldn't cover that. He saw those eyes peering down on him, checking him out...Fox wasn't sure why, he hadn't seemed to really catch the reptile's interest earlier. Still, it was better than someone wanting to throw something at him, or something like that. Fox had no beef with the muscular Lightfoot - he hadn't been hostile, had even seemed approving when Fox had bested his time on the tracking test. He also didn't seem like one to gloat or boast over the victory...at least, he hadn't really heard anything after being plunged down the pit.

His thoughts were interrupted rather quickly when he saw Musclefoot crouch down and then jump, taking a leap into the pit. He landed feet-first on the mud with a thick thump, splattering mud around him a bit, making Fox take a step backwards in surprise. He hadn't expected this, for sure...what would possess him to come down here late in the evening? It had Fox wary, his eyes scrutinizing the Lightfoot, noticing that he was getting that in return as well, almost like they were sizing each other up again.

"You did well." He almost jumped when he heard Musclefoot speak - for the first time that he could remember. Very unlike the high, scratchy voice of the Chief, his was deep with a bit of a raspy edge to it. Now he was really glad he'd remembered to put in the translator earpiece before stripping down, it would've been quite awkward to have Musclefoot talking to him and not be able to understand a word he said.

"Not...really, you beat me pretty quickly."

"Yes, fast. But you fought all the way. I felt it. Fight is good."

Fox couldn't really think of an argument against that. And heck, if Musclefoot thought well of him, that was something, right? "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks...but why are you down here?"

Musclefoot took a step towards him. "I won. And I wish to claim my victory."

"Claim your victory?"

"Law of the tribe. I choose my reward, and I choose you. I will have you tonight."

Now it clicked in Fox's head. "You...wait, you don't mean...whoa, hey, that's-!" He scrambled back against the side of the pit, though that didn't give him much distance from the dinosaur. "Hang on, don't I get some say in this?"

"You can refuse, but Chief will leave you here. No chance to try again unless you accept."

Fox cursed inwardly. He had a choice, but not really. Truthfully, if Musclefoot wanted it that bad, Fox doubted there was anything he could do to stop him, at least the way they were matched up here. Maybe if he had that staff, or his blaster...but the dinosaur didn't seem interested in physically forcing him, which he supposed he should be thankful for. "You really want me? Seems like you could have your pick of your tribe."

Musclefoot smirked. "Can and do. But few outsiders...and outsiders are curious. I have had Sharpclaw before...before Scales took over. I would fight him, but Chief does not trust me to because of that. You are the first in a long time...I would not miss it."

"He'd keep you from fighting for something like that?"

"Chief is smart, but scared. Loud and angry to hide his fear, but inside, only scared. Others do not agree, but he is the Chief, so we accept it."

Well, that explained a few things. No wonder they were so isolated. And their reason for putting him through the trials was clearer as well - becoming a tribe member meant being trusted, so they knew that he was there for their benefit, rather than a stranger coming to take them over or something. In hindsight, that probably should have occurred to him sooner, but it wasn't of much consequence at this point.

Still, that meant Fox was stuck in this strange position. Either let himself be used by Musclefoot or find himself in this pit for who knew how long. Definitely not the way he wanted things to go down here...on the other hand, Fox was hardly any stranger to the touch of a male. His on-again-off-again relationship with Falco was probably the worst-kept secret in Lylat, and he'd had more than a few admirers along the way. Plenty of females, too - he swung both ways and hard. And if he was being honest with himself, Musclefoot was very easy on the eyes - he did have a weakness for a physique like that. If this was something he had little choice about...well, there were worse punishments to pay.

"Well, I guess I don't want to be stuck in here forever...I've got a mission and I want to see it through. And I guess it's better than being bored all night."

"Good. I was sure you would accept. You are no coward. I am sure you will enjoy your decision." Musclefoot stepped up to him, putting a clawed hand on him to hold him against the muddy wall of the pit. It was already becoming clear that the dino liked having things his way, regardless of how Fox would have preferred it...well, that wasn't that bad as far as Fox was concerned, for a guy like him he'd let him have things his way. After all, it was his 'victory lap,' he'd probably get testy if Fox fought that.

Musclefoot's other hand reached down to grope Fox's groin, getting a muted groan out of the fox as his fingers rubbed over his testicles, one claw slipping inside his sheath and poking around the sensitive flesh within. His head leaned down, raising up Fox's head and nipping at his neck and shoulders - not painfully hard, buh he could definitely feel the sharpness of the fangs through his fur. It was oddly erotic, that wasn't usually something that he got into but somehow Musclefoot knew just how to make it feel pleasant rather than awkward. Clearly it had to be natural for him...

"Very strange...having things sit out like this..." the dino growled quietly into his ear, gripping his gonads a little bit tighter before pulling back, letting his erection slip out of his sheath. "Easy to get to, though...I like that."

"Glad you approve," Fox replied with a bit of cheek. His eyes trailed down between Musclefoot's legs, where the reptile's own endowment was making its entrance. What greeted him was significantly bigger than his own...hardly surprising given the dino's larger size, it seemed like it fit him pretty well. Bigger than anything he'd dealt with before, but not by too much. It was the shape that was more exotic, a slightly concave tip pointed at the top, with small fleshy bumps in a helical pattern down the length of the shaft. That was definitely new...they were small and looked rather flexible, though, they couldn't be that unpleasant.

Bright side...I'm pretty sure I'm the only offworlder in Lylat who'll get to know what this is like.

Musclefoot's claws gripped his shoulder, and Fox didn't need words to know what was wanted of him. He took the initiative, turning around and facing the muddy wall, hands braced on the surface and legs spread, tail raised like a proper slut, as some of the guys he'd had rounds with used to say. Usually that got them a smack, rough and tumble was okay but he didn't like being talked down to like that. Musclefoot wasn't making that mistake, though; on the contrary, he seemed quite complimentary for the physical force he was applying. "Mmm...soft. You are going to be very different...I know I will like it."

The tip of that cock pressed against Fox's tailhole, and he clenched his jaw as he felt the stretch commence. It had been a while since his last really big partner, so he was especially tight at the outset...thankfully, unlike that last person, Musclefoot's tool was a bit more graded, thickening up the further he went in but making the stretch more gradual. Even so, it was a bit of a test, and he tried not to groan out too loudly as he felt himself get filled, the reptile pushing in insistently but not ramming in. A nice courtesy at least, though surprising given his general roughness.

Also nice, once he was buried all the way in, he held himself there for a bit to let Fox adjust. He felt the dino's breath on the back of his neck, his claws gripping his body, a deep tension suggesting he wasn't far from getting to the real show. For his part, Fox kept his breathing even, betraying no signs of discomfort; experience had taught him well, he quickly got used to the feeling all over again, and it really did start to feel good. Despite the muddiness and his tired body from the exertion earlier, he could definitely think of worse encounters he'd had.

Finally, after a minute of stability, Musclefoot went into action. The moment he started, he was swift and fierce, drawing out and slamming in with primal energy.Fox's fingers curled against the wall as he moaned out shakily; now THIS was a fucking, for sure, much more like he had been expecting. And he was still surprised by how incredible it felt...with his body used to the size, the focus turned to the bumps on his cock, rubbing against him constantly and making him feel that shaft's presence all the more starkly. That friction felt remarkable, leaving tickles and tingles where they made contact, the pressure from his girth making them push in harder to his walls.

"Ngh...y-yessss...this is...perfection..." Musclefoot's growl was deeper than ever, ringing with glee that came through well even through the translator. "So warm...so tight...you are going to ruin me for other Lightfoot, outsider..." He was thrusting in steadily harder, almost pushing Fox into the wall each time now, relentless in his entries. Now Fox was feeling that shaft pulse and throb a bit, letting out occasional spurts of thick precum which didn't seem all that slick, thick and slightly sticky and clinging more than easing the passage. It didn't seem to matter, he was loving it just as it was, his own cock leaking profusely into the mud below, adding to the messy surface below.

As Musclefoot got wilder, he pushed harder on Fox's body. Now his arm was on Fox's back, pressing him firmly into the wall, making him turn his head as he was pinned; he was able to get a bit of a look at Musclefoot's expression, his eyes glittering, mouth hanging open, somewhere in the middle of viciousness and ecstasy. There was no sense of mercy or restraint now, he was ravaging his prize and taking great delight in it...and there Fox was, about to go off from it. There was no denying it, Musclefoot knew how to fuck, and he knew how to make him like it.

But Fox still had a few tricks up his own sleeve. Maybe Musclefoot had the power, but he had technique. At just the right moment, he tensed down on that shaft, gripping him tightly just as he push in and holding tense as the dino tried to pull out. A snarl raced from his snout as he was wracked with pleasure he hadn't anticipated, his claws digging into Fox's fur and almost piercing his skin. He slammed into Fox again, this time with his whole body, flattening him against the wall off his feet, breathing harshly into his ear. "Do that again."

Fox nodded as best he could, and kept up the treatment as Musclefoot redoubled his efforts. Now his thrusts were a bit shorter but so much faster and harder than before even, with Fox totally pinned all his energy was beating against him. But he was giving as much as he could, clenching and relaxing his rear unpredictably to give Musclefoot the best lay he could get. His cock was trapped against the wall, rubbing on it constantly, the rough friction a mix of uncomfortable and just what he needed. He knew he was moments from blowing...if Musclefoot liked what he was getting now he'd definitely enjoy the finale.

A precise strike on his prostate sent him over, and he let out a cry muffled a bit by the wall against his muzzle and the limited air in his lungs, tensing down as hard as he could as he shat off his load into his fur. The tight grip of his ass almost threatened to keep that dick locked inside him for good, and when Musclefoot pulled out and thrust in once more, it proved to be the perfect finishing touch. Suddenly he felt a heat gush in, thick dino cum pulsing into his rectum in great globs, filling him mercilessly and warming his core wonderfully. He could hear snorts and snarls from Musclefoot above him, a sharp contrast to his own moans and pants; he was sure that the conquering dino wanted to go with a full-on roar, but was holding himself back. No problem for him, that would be a bit of a loud thing on his ears with him so close...though it felt like it would've been a fine addition to such a primal rutting.

The tension remained on him throughout their climaxes, the two riding out their pleasure trips in their quiet cacophony, making it last as long as they could. By the time Fox fell back to earth, his chest and stomach fur were a sticky white mess, with plenty of brown mixed in from the muddy wall, and his ass was feeling nicely packed from the solid mass of Lightfoot seed pumped inside. His partner had finally tapered off, panting hard as the afterglow hit him; still, what was left in him was thick enough that it barely trickled out as he extracted himself, leaving Fox good and full as he slid to the ground in exhaustion.

They were quiet for a few moments, just looking at each other, each one trying to catch their breath. Musclefoot finally broke the silence. "That was almost certainly the best I have ever had...I envy your kind, for getting to feel that every time."

"You weren't so bad yourself," Fox replied. "That's a pretty great piece you've got there...never felt anything quite like that before, but I'm kinda glad I got the chance."

"Indeed. Chief may be afraid, but I am glad for you to have come here. If for nothing else, it was good for this."

"Glad you feel that way. So...I guess rematch tomorrow?"

"Yes..." Musclefoot grinned at him. "I hope you forgive me, for I have extra motivation to win tomorrow."

"Just what I needed. Well, I'll still try my best...I'll find a way to win against you at some point, it just might take a bit."

"I am sure you will have your chance, but I will try to win as much as I can before then. Still, I look forward to your challenge." With a last nod, Musclefoot turned and stepped towards the side of the pit. Fox watched as he crouched low, and then with a mighty push leapt high up, clearing the edge of the pit by about a foot in height, landing deftly up at the surface. Fox couldn't help but be impressed; the dino's strength was greater than he had expected, in different ways than he'd thought. With legs like that, he'd be even harder to beat...he'd find a way, but right now, the prospect of losing a few times didn't seem quite so bad.

Hey...there's a bright side to it, for sure.