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This is another origonal work of fiction by me Damion St. James. The characters in this story are partly my creation, otherwise are borrowed from the Star Fox/Bucky universes. Fang, and Science Officer Kix are my creations. All other characters are (c) their respective owners.

Bucky O' Hare (c) Sunbow Entertainment

Fox McCloud (c) Nintendo, Argonaut Software

This story contains homosexual contact, and promiscious sex. If you're offended by either or under the age of 18, then go away. Otherwise enjoy the rag.

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TOAD WAR II - Part 1 - By A Hare

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Fox's alarm went off at its usual time of 0500 hours, right on schedule. Fox had been up till midnight attempting to circumnavigate a rather hostile "pothole" in space, which could do a lot of damage to the ship by having part of it phase out of reality and back in. Another ship had once encountered a similar phenomenon and had lost a crew member when the floor had phased out of reality, causing her to fall, but then phased in before she'd finished, catching her between decks and sawing her in half. Fox really wanted to avoid that, for not only his own sake, but the other 200 crew members on board.

Things were different for fox, now slipping out of bed, and adjusting the thong undergarment he'd worn to sleep. He was no longer the dashing Airwing pilot everyone had come to know and hear about, he was the dashing Star-Cruiser captain that hardly anyone knew about. He stood, and stretched. From the feet up he had marvelous ankles and calves, highlighted by their perfect shape and tone. His thighs and buttocks were also perfectly shaped and maintained with a wonderful heart shaped rear you could eat off of. His back had a narrow swoop at the small of the back, which gave way to more flawless muscle structure in his bridging back; his shoulder blades well hidden under his muscles. He had a strong neck, and collar. Around front he took mild delight in his 9 inch penis which was currently being housed by the maroon, grey, black, and white striped thong he wore. He did take great delight in his 8-pac abs and strong pectorals. His body was an athlete's body, perfection from bodybuilding and natural athletics.

Fox gathered up his hair which consisted of a very long horse's tail at the back of his Mohawk and placed a hair tie around it, a he grabbed a robe and a towel and headed towards the communal showers for his deck.

Things had calmed down for the Cornerian forces over the last 14 years, and had left Fox rather bored. There was no longer the threat of Andross or his minions, no longer a threat to his sysetem, nor was there a perticularly intricate reason for there to be strong military defenses anymore other than most basic defense. His job today was to investigate the Meto Asteroid belt that was around the planet Corneria. Rumors were strong from a passing group of Airwings that they'd spotted a large blinding flash of light, and were forced to make a jump for fear it was some type of weapon.

Fox wondered what that flash was very much, and had been ordered there. Now a Captain, he had a bit more swing in his dick, and more stride in his step. He could get away with more, and be balsier than when he was commanding his squad. By the seat of his ass was how he mostly ran that decision, making split seccond decisions and often times charging into battle. Fox passed by some of his shipmates whom were also just waking up. Fox wasn't modest in the least, and didn't close his robe, but only wore it out of the fact that the hallways on the climate controlled vessell were still cold as hell at 0500 hours to match the cliamate on Corneria at 5 in the morning. So he moved brisky, but not without politeness to his crew towards the communal showers.

His ship, the CSS Lightoller was supposed to be among the top 7 cruiser's in the fleet, but it wasn't a battleship. No, Fox wasn't as lucky as Peppy whom earned a command on the flagship Corneria I. But fortunately Fox was luckier than Falco whom had taken command on the Corneria VI when it's captains kept dying of misterious causes. The ship was later found in pieces, floating around the occupied planet of Venom, a warp-core breech had caused the explosion and many felt it was faulty casing, but Fox always suspected a traitor on board.

Not that Fox had any love for Falco at all. The pair had a profesional rivalry that turned nasty at the end of the wars with Andross and the Starwolf squadron. Falco blatantly outed Fox as a deviant and as thus many couldn't look at the dashing hero the same. Not that many really cared, but it was interesting to find that the hero of Corneria was queer.

But that was 14 years ago, and by now no one gave a seccond thought about him. He felt relaxed and accepted, but at the same time, still choked down by the chain of command. He was qualified to be an Admaral, like his squad-mates were, but command had put him in charge of a fleet of cruisers and destroyers, whom had the job of scientific duties as well as patrolls.

The showers on board were communal, for the purpose of removing embarrasment as well as promoting a sensce of brotherhood amung shipmates. The thought was if you could shower with your peers, regardless of species or sex, then you should definitely be comfortable being on a ship with them for months at a time. Fox could recall his early years, playing grab-ass with some of the academy recruits. Reaching out and groping playfully, which as in many cases, lead to outright sex. Sex in the fleet was also something that was - according to the rules - encouraged to the point of not interfearing with duties or performance. Heterosexual couples were requested to keep from breeding, but women who became pregnant were often given light duty. Gay male couples were just urged to be gentle, cause some men had to work post-passion. Fox wasn't aware of a single repremendation on the rules for lesbian couples, but he hadn't ever run into a pair, so he supposed he'd ask when the time came. Now of course, this didn't mean that everyone went around fucking one another all day, heavens no. It was merely that physical exploration, and mutual satisfaction of the flesh was considered good conduct to engage in.

Fox could hear the sounds of passion coming from communal room B, and decided to enter anyway. He stripped in the dressing area near his locker, and walked in. Fang his weapons officer was busy with his latest squeeze, an acadamy boy all of about 16. Fox was impressed that the boy was able to accommodate such a large penis, the mouse riding like a professional. Fox had bottomed a few times, but perfered to top, just like Fang. Fang was most definitely a top, but in the rare times the pair had coupled, it had been a literal coin toss, or a matter of whom could outwrestle whom.

Fox stepped under the shower, and closed his eyes. He didn't need to see the sex to know what was happening. He'd been around so much in the last decade, that he'd come to know Fang's style. He could see Fangs strong black hands roaming the white fur of the mouse, squeezing his muscles and gripping at anything that could be gripped. His hands would travel down and grab the teens prick, and jerk it rapidly and then slow down to a torturous molestation. The mouse's electric blue hair would be tossed about as he gripped the pole of the shower, and moaned out with each thrust of the pridigous penis that pushed and pulled out of his boyish passage.

Fox applys some fur shampoo to his chest, he could hear the slapping of the bodies, and he actually smiled that he now had some sort of rythem to work with. He found it to be soothing.

Within no time, there was the sounds of mutual orgasam that lasted almosst the whole time it took fox to soap his lower torso and legs, he looked over as The large panther pulled his enormous black cock out of the mouse, a torrent of semen dripping down his legs like someone had given him a milk enema.

"Fang I truly hope he's not going to have to go on duty." Fox said softly, as he started to soap his prick.

"Nah...he's just coming off...if you get my drift cap." Fang said in a gruff and hoarse rasp of a voice. The mouse pulled himself together as the semen continued to run down his legs, and he left reluctantly, wobbling a little bit with each step. Fox looked as the panther began to wash off his foot long uncut penis, blacker than the darkest space, and definitely a worthy prize.

"Well what about you? I'm not sure what your schedule is Fang, you tend to be rather sporadic at times." Fox said, now beginning to soap his arms and chest a seccond time.

The panther grinned. Fox remembered another panther, one whom seemed to be the sexual oppisite of Fang whom flew with the Wolf squadron. He considered himself a ladies man and was arrogant to the point of embarrassing Wolf. Fox kind of thought that perhaps he was queer like Fang but never called him on it. Fang just fucked whatever was in front of him when his dick was hard. It definitely could make some missions awkward, but not all. "Nah cap, I'm headed off duty myself. There's nothing out there so far except a lot of rocks, maybie some debris from your battles a long ass time ago, but it's all just rocks and more rocks. Oh did I mention there were rocks out there?"

Fox smiled. "Yes I get it, lots of rocks, now soap my back would ya?"

The panther moved over and chastly soaped his commanding officer's back, as Fox relaxed under the feline's gentle hands. "So it says on the flight register you're going to be piloting an Airwing, I have to say that's inadvisable cap."

Fox continued to lean into the washing hands. It was another reason for communal showers, mutual washing. Cleanliness was important and so was good hygene on board. Last thing anyone wanted was people getting sick or walking around with BO all day. "I'm a combat pilot Fang, and I'm the only one on board that can get in for a close recon. The Lighttoller just dosent have the maneuverableiblity that the Airwings do. I need to be able to get in there and pilot myself about, and see first hand what we're dealing with. Long distance scanners aren't worth it in the least, someone needs to get visual contact."

Fang shrugged and finished washing himself off, as he walked in front of Fox. "Well just don't get yourself hurt. You think I enjoy the idea of reporting to command you bit the big one putting yourself at unessary risk."

"I know these asteroids like the back of my hand, I was fighting Andross' men in here back when you were still in the academy. It'll be a breese."

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Fox had slipped on his green tights and matching top that were so tight that they appeared painted on his body, capped off with his grey knee-high boots, and matching uniform jacket. His hair had been braided into a neat braid, and he had strapped on his headgear and his scouter. His tights he noticed were the most beautiful hunter green and brought out his eyes. His jacket bore the rank insignas on his shoulders, and his fleet, ship, and squadron patches on.

As he made his way into the docking bay, he saw the new crop of airwings Corneria had commissioned. These new airwings were nothing like the old ones he was used to in days past. This ship was leaner and meaner, turned on a dime, and could shoot the running lights out of the old airwings at Velocity 3 without any difficulty. Fox approched one named "The Dorian Grey" and ran his hands along the side of it. He caressed the sides of his airwing like an aquestrian learning the muscles of his horse.

Tabby, the ships dockmaster, sat at his station behind blast resistant glass, and a sea of glowing consoles and buttons. Each console gave the same redouts and information as did the consoles in the cockpits of the airwings. It gave him the ability to look over the pervibal shoulders of his pilots. Tabby was very observant and quick to point out when you were running hot or low on fuel.

"Now Fox you bring her back in one piece or I'll have your ass." Tabby said in his uniquely accented and baratone vioce over his earpeice.

"I wouldn't dream of scrathing your baby. I know how attached you two are." Fox spoke into his mic, his braid swishing with his walk..

"Just take it nice and easy. Try not to go any further away from the ship than you absolutely have to, cause if you get stuck then I don't envy the task of having to come out after you."

"Heaven forbid Tabby that Fox McCloud needs a rescue team." Fox said with a chuckle as he moved towards the cockpit hatch.

"Take the one you're molesting, it's all fuled up and ready to go. I also have her completely armed, but keep in mind you'll be running with your standard Shield Generator so if you come under too heavy of fire you won't last too terribly long."

"Well let's hope that I don't come under fire then. Besides, unless they manage to blow me to bits on the first shot or two, they're going to regret it." Fox said as he pressed in his access code onto the pannel on the side of the cockpit and opened it, leaping into the bucket seat and getting himself adjusted and strapped in. The canopy swooped closed automatically, and presurized with an airtight hiss. The controlls for the ship looked like a pair of dual pistols that were connected to the hydrolic relays, mounted into the forward display console. Fox knew these controlls very well. Much like a motorcycle's throttle, when you turned your wrists inward on the handgrips you increased speed for the respective engine you tapped. Moving the controlls up and down changed your pitch, and from left to right controlled you're your roll. Triggers on both contolls fired the weapons when you pressed the saftey buttons simotaniously. Piloting the ship was relaly a piece of cake.

Fox turned on his green scouter which fit over his left eye, giving everything a slight greenish tint to it. The scouter would give him the same information his consoles did, but without needing to divert his eyes from his piloting. The scouter also came with a direction finder for piloting your way through the field of asteroids. Other than that the scouter also served as a diagnostic scanner during combat as well as a tracker for enemy bogies.

For now all his scanner was reading was a series of numbers in the upper left hand corner, a visual representation of his Airwing on the right, and a forward arrow that was guiding him. The arrow would move an any direction to point you the correct way, or light up a suggested path that he could follow, kind of like lanes on a street. The Airwing took only secconds to power up, and it was ready to go.

"This is Captain Fox, requesting permission to disembark." He spoke in his mic. Fox found it funny that he had to ask permission to leave his own ship, yet orders are orders.

"Tabby here, get the hell out of my docking bay...sir." The feline answered with a chuckle, before opening the blast doors to reveal the air presurization force fields.

Fox's craft lifted into the air and hovered in place, as it was released from his holding place. Fox hit the foot pedals and rotated the ship to the open bay doors and with a soft woosh pushed through the force field.

Navigating the force field was simple, the asteroids were different. The larger, near moon sized asteroids were relatively rare. The medium ones were the most common

And were the size of sections of cities. The smallest ones which were about the size of beach balls and cars were rather frequent to the point of being dangerous with they way they bounced around their larger cousins like pinballs. The larger asteroids were nothing more than a navigational nuisance. The smaller ones however were a legitimate threat. The smaller ones could come out of nowhere at almost any time, and could obliterate an Airwing if it hit it just right. His scouter gave him proximity alerts every so often of the smaller ones as he zipped his way through the field.

When he had reached his target destination, he caw a cluster of medium and large asteroids that pilots referred to in slang as a curd, reference to the thick chunks in curds and way. The curd where the pilots had reported the flash about a week prior seemed to yield nothing terribly interesting. He took a few more passes of some of the larger chunks of rocks and did notice something different however; some of the pieces of rocks had char marks on the surface, as well as large fissure like cracks that didn't appear to be consistent with the others.

Fox tapped his communications button and hailed the ship. "This is Captain Fox to Science Officer Kix, please come in."

A few seconds later a female voice answered. "This is Lt. JG Kix here, go ahead Captain."

"Kix, I have visual contact of the area. There doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary here, however I am seeing that the surface of the asteroids seems to have been charred by some sort of intense heat, which could have also fractured the surface in several places."

"Cracked sir? These kinds of rocks don't crack under heat, rather they melt. The only way for these particular chunks to fracture like that is from impact and we're talking at a very deep level, a shockwave probably took care of both."

Fox held his position steady and didn't move at all. He stayed still, and watched the large rocks turn over on end, curious what could possibly cause such damage. "Hypothesis: What could have done this?"

"To tell you the truth Captain your guess is as good as mine. My money would be on some kind of mine perhaps that was test detonated within the field to test the possible effects is all I can guess."

Fox shook his head, as if she could see it. "No, why would someone come all this way just to use it on one minor section of an asteroid field when they could test it on drone ships?"

"You're the expert on combat Captain; I'm just the science officer. All I can think of is that perhaps someone was testing weapons on there."

Before fox had the chance to rebuttal, his scouter flashed in warning, and he had but a split second to react. He reacted just barely in time and twisted himself to the side, narrowly avoiding a set of red lasers that narrowly missed catching him underneath. All sorts of alarms went off inside of his cockpit, screaming angrily at him as some smaller asteroids bumped into the ship as well. Fox cursed and took evasive action, and moved in towards the large asteroids, to get out of the sudden hail of small basketball sized chunks of stone. Fox's ship protested the sudden barrage of stones and let him know it as it suddenly became difficult to steer. Fox fired his own lasers a few times to blow away some of the smaller oncoming chunks as he plowed a path to safety in-between the cluster.

It was only when he was out of the danger of the sudden hailstorm; he realized he had someone shouting in his ear. Tabby and Fang were both shouting into his headset, and at one another it would seem. "Fox McCloud here, I'm code 30 - I'm under attack from an unknown point and position, I've taken no damage to the ship but I definitely was shot at."

"Fang here, we're at Yellow status, we're moving this bitch in, if we have to blast every chunk of rock along the way. Hold your position."

"Tabby here, your shields appear to be holding, but they took a bit of a jostle from those impacts, try not to go through one of those again otherwise you'll deplete the shield reactor."

Fox rolled his eyes. "Good advice tabby...now let's see if I can spot my foe."

Fox let the gravity of the asteroid sling shot him around, as he floated out. He didn't see anything, not anything that resembled a craft. He wondered if he had imagined it, perhaps a figment of his imagination. Yet...how could it be just a figment of his imagination when his scouter went off, as well as the alert alarms. No there was definitely another craft in the area.

He turned on the scanner directive of his scouter, making it scan each asteroid in front of him. Finally, there came a flashing icon in front of him on the surface of one of the larger asteroids. "Lightoller, be advised, I have one contact on the surface of an asteroid at 327 34 mark 33; potentially hostile. I'm not engaging till you get here."

"Fang here, advisement taken. Do not engage Captain unless they fire again."

Once more Fox rolled his eyes. "Yes...good idea."

Fox ended up sitting there watching the blinking dot on his scouter, not moving, not flinching. He allowed most of the smaller basketball asteroids to bounce off the shields, just trying to appear like another piece of rock floating in the soup of flotsam that was the belt. There wasn't as much as a flinch from the enemy craft. Fox hated standoffs like this. Part of him was chilled and wondering how close to death had he just come. The hair on his tail stood on end as he wondered if someone manning the guns on the other ship wasn't staring him down as well, sweaty palmed, balls tight into his body, penis erect, and eyes narrowed, just itching for an excuse to press the trigger.

"Come on...fuck with me I dare you." Fox said in his head. He couldn't see the ship or what it looked like, only the dot of a target more than 10,000 miles away. All he needed was for the target to move, or fire again and he'd unload his whole weapons ordinance into the hull of the enemy ship faster than they could process information. Then again, a thought occurred to Fox that made Fox's balls tighten up a bit more - what if the enemy had the same though, and he was technically inferior to the enemy ship. He hated to imagine some sort of creatures sitting behind the guns, laughing at the futility of his standoff.

But that's what he did, not moving an inch in any direction, until the enormous cruiser the Lighttoller moved into position. The ship used it's arsenal of cannons to blast the asteroids apart and got as close as it could. Surely the ship would have to see this enormous hunk of metal floating at it, and yet the blip didn't even change position. It was locked in place, and soon the orbit of the asteroid was going to take the craft out of his line of sight. "Fox to Lighttoller, I think he's 10-20'd on the surface, be advised I'm taking a closer look."

"We've got you covered, if that thing so much as scratches itself we'll atomize the sumbitch." Fang said back.

Fox didn't doubt it. The cruisers of the Cornerian fleet were rather heavily armed. They could turn an Androssian Galactic Destroyer into space metal if they wanted to. Fox negotiated his way through the obstacle course of asteroids with a series of rolls and unique maneuvers, making his way to the asteroid, but all the while keeping his expert guns trained on the query.

But what he saw made him blink in disbelief. He eased his fingers off his arms, and strained his eyes as if to scrutinize the craft he saw impacted on the surface of the asteroid. There, upon the surface of the asteroid, was a craft that Fox could only describe as horribly outdated, inferiorly armed, and obviously made from sub-par materials. Fox thought the craft resembled an old submarine with a bow gun port more than anything else. The Bomber like gun bubble bore large cracks of shattered glass from the impact, and the dual laser cannons that had fired at him and taken him by surprise were not even moving. There didn't appear to be any running lights on the vessel, and the color scheme of the vessel didn't match any organization that Fox had encountered before.

To fox, the ship appeared to have only two decks, the main functional part of the ship with its single gun port, engine compartment, engineering, and airlock hatches on both starboard and port amidships. Then there was a raised deck, which Fox could only guess was the bridge of the vessel, undoubtedly where the ships controls were. This window as well was broken out. Fox doubted that without oxygen, most people inside perished swiftly from the depressurization on impact.

But then how did those lifeless cannons fire? The ship appeared utterly dead, and was barely even registering any power on his scanner, that most of the ship's power seemed to have been depleted, and the batteries were failing.

Fox scanned the markings again, zooming in with the scouter. "Riotous Indignation" Was printed underneath the large yellow star on a red field, which he guessed was the banner of this particular vessel.

"Fox to Lighttoller, stand-down arms and stand down alert status, vessel is no threat and has been neutralized. Lets bring it aboard; I'd like to have a look at it."

"Science officer Kix here, what do you have? Tactical officer Fang is here as well."

"I don't doubt it Kix. I'm looking at a ship that looks almost 50 years old by our standards. The armaments, design, and making of it just seems to be a rusty old antique. It's even possible that the flash everyone saw was the ships core being ejected and breeching. The vessel seems mostly intact, however I'm a negative on life signs that I can detect at this distance."

"We can detect a life form from our scanners, very faint. A possible survivor."

"Then let's get this rust bucket aboard. Be careful, I think those lasers fired from a possible impact from a rock. The weapons are still live but won't be fore much longer."

"Aye Captain, will do." Came the voice of Fang over his headsets as Fox turned to head back to the ship, eager to uncover more of this mystery.

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Fox had taken time to file a findings report before he removed his headgear and grabbed his sidearm, and headed to the hangar bay. Tabby was moving the Righteous Indignation into the larger bay with the precision and skill of a child whom had just snagged a prize at one of those claw vending machines, fearing one wrong move would loose him his toy.

The shields were lowered momentarily to allow the craft to pass inside, setting down as softly as a leaf falling from a tree. Fox hadn't been able to see it due to the impact, but the RI had landing skids, which by Fox's impression was rather redundant in his professional experience with space craft. Flanked by a crew of medics, Fox moved his way to the Airlock hatch, and wrenched open the door with a twist of his muscular arms. The outside of the craft bore burns from what he gathered was the explosion that had also scarred the Asteroids but laser fire as well. This ship had seen battle, and recently.

"Alright, we're not sure what is in here, everyone stay sharp." He said as he wrenched the door open with a groan of protesting metal, and gazed on a wide chamber that he gathered to be the engineering section. A large device protruded from the wall to his right, and several broken pipes covered the remaining walls; air ducts blasted apart from what he gathered was some sort of reaction from the impact. From seeing the inside of the ship, he didn't even think the ship had a "core" at all; it seemed too primitive even for that.

Looking forward, a body lay sprawled against one of the pipes. A second lay immediately in front of fox, face down. The first body was enormous, and would have dwarfed Fang by far. Fox and Fang were the ships most fit men, and this creature he saw had arms nearly the size of his waist, to speak nothing of the gargantuan thighs. A pair of large tusks protruded from its lower jaw, giving it a very bestial appearance. It wore a nasal piercing that was connected by a chain to its left ear, not that it seemed to matter. This one had pieces of shrapnel embedded in its head, a thick viscous blood dripping down its body. It was most definitely dead, probably from the exploding pipes. The medics that moved over to the body confirmed it was most definitely dead.

Fox moved over to the next body, flipping it over, thankful for the long leather gloves he wore on his hands. This body was a puzzle. It wore a suit that seemed to match the other creature's body and clothes; covered in spikes and meager loincloths, which concealed a thin frail and hairless body. Spectacles covered its eyes, and a crop of blonde hair was the only thing that seemed to make this creature stand out. It had no fur at all, and he guessed it had to be some sort of hairless ape like the other creature, wearing the suit as a disguise.

Fox leaned in close, holding the creature's face in his hands. The tongue protruded from the mouth, and the eyes bulged outward. Obviously he'd had the oxygen sucked from his body at his time of death. The eyes bulged out so bad that fox couldn't even close the eyelids out of decency.

"Captain? What the hell is that?" A medical penguin asked from the front of the bay. That was something Fox was asking himself as he held the face of the male in his hands before standing and casting his hardened eyes forward.

The bay went straight into the gun port, where a pair of asteroid chunks lay broken apart on the floor. Fox guessed, walking over, that the penguin was referring to the spandex clad black mallard that lay sprawled across his guns, his fingers clenched tight on the firing mechanisms to the point that one could gather that it was a disturbance of the body (IE the rocks hitting him) that caused the weapons to fire. The mallard's one eye was protruding like the furless one's, his mouth agape in what could be interpreted as a final scream of terror, or from getting the air sucked out of him. The duck's left eye was covered in a red eye patch that almost seemed bolted to his head, his head itself covered with a tacky looking cap and headphones. But, what was most likely the penguin's reasoning behind his question was the fact that this avian had 4 arms, all 4 of which were clasping the cannon's with the rigor-induced death grip.

"That? I have no clue. I've never seen anything like these people, they're definitely not local." Fox said as he looked to the medic. "Get Fang in here to deactivate the cannons before you pry him loose, I don't want those lasers going off and hitting someone."

"Aye sir." The penguin said as the medics began to take preliminary investigations of the first three bodies.

Fox looked around the room and saw two sets of rung ladders that moved into the bridge compartment. He moved up the steps quickly, and looked about.

What he saw amazed him. If the downstairs creatures were odd, these were definitely extravagantly unordinary. Only because its pink hair called attention to it more than he wanted to realize, Fox was drawn over to the starboard side of the vessel. Looking upon the controls, it was most definitely primitive technology, and seemed hardly worth his time in that regards. But the creature manning, or in this case woman-ing these controls was a female cat with a head of hair that rivaled any creature he'd ever seen. Her eyes were closed, and a small trickle of blood had run down her white face. She'd died from impact fox guessed. Her body was covered with a black spandex body suit with a silvery armor like set of coverings laced with some gaudy gems. The one on her crown which seemed to be holding back her hair, was shattered, pieces of it lay imbedded into the forward console. She definitely seemed to have passed on from the impact of the ship.

Then he saw what the sensors had been picking up. Laying there, sprawled out in a space suit, was a green looking lapine, a rabbit or a hare. His oxygen tanks were depleted to the point that he had spare tanks surrounding him. To conserve oxygen, it would seem that he'd assumed a self induced coma-like state and would wake only long enough to change tanks. The medics relayed this information to him. "Move him slowly, he may have been injured."

As Fox descended the stairs, his sexy and taut ass flexed in his tights, undoubtedly being stared at by male and female crew alike. He wasn't modest, just aware. He leapt down the last 5 feet of steps as one of his engineers came up with what looked like a robot. "Sir we found this, its power cells are still operative, but its network seems to have failed. It's like its unconscious."

"It probably did the same thing the lapine did; assumed the crew was dead and assumed a stasis until found. Take him to engineering and have him re-activated, I'm interested in finding out the history of this ship and logs. Perhaps we can get an idea how this relic seemed to end up in our backyard. Relay my orders to Fang and the others that they are to restore some working ability to the ship as best as they can, I want to see if we can't salvage this vessel."

"Yes sir!" Came the automatic responses of his crew. Fox slipped out of the ship, and followed the medics towards the sick bay. Before he could leave Science Officer Kix ran over to Fox. The cheeky chipmunk was dressed in similar form-fitting and flattering tights, but of grey as opposed to green which were meant for commanders.

"Captain, what of the bodies?" She asked in a soft tone.

"Obviously the survivor of the vessel can tell us what if any rituals or rites they have for the deceased. In the current case, prepare the bodies for autopsy and study, and then prepare them for burial at space. I want to know as much about these unique aliens before we cast them back into space."

"Yes sir. May I suggest taking samples?" She asked.

Fox thought on that. He had already hinted at the potential religious ramifications of tampering with the dead, however the autopsy wasn't necessarily removing anything per-say. Everything that was moved could be put back. However some cultures in his experience had heavily frowned on the desecration of the dead. Here he had to make a judgment call.

"No samples for now, just the autopsy, and whatever you take out do your best to put back alright? We can't violate the prime directive."

If he hadn't already.

* * *

It had been 3 more days since the comatose body of Bucky had been brought aboard the Lighttoller. Bucky adjusted to the climate of the ship easily, as if it was pretty much nothing for him. But as Fox sat alongside the bed of the sleeping hare with his elbow on his knee, and his muzzle in his hand; he was fascinated with him. Every bit of him. When they'd removed his suit he was wearing the most curious red and yellow uniform. It was so tacky and yet so flashy and stylish in a gaudy sort of way. Everything about this hare and his crew seemed to borderline on the unbelievable to the degree of the extraordinary. The rabbit's body was that of a swimmer's body, so thin and yet adequately muscled, with the best set of legs that Fox had ever seen. Not even the rigors of space had ruined this creature's body. And the most puzzling thing to Fox was the green fur. Was it genetic or a dye job, in such case where in the holy hell did people get fur like this?

Fox leaned out and held the hand of the male. Something about the way this one was, spoke volumes to Fox. His tense muscles, his eyes wrenched shut in a face that to fox spoke of a steely battle veteran, the hare had to have been in some sort of command. The uniform was by far the most flashy of everyone's on board, what with the shoulder tassels and such.

"So, you were their captain?" Fox made it a question, speaking to the sleeping form. "I wonder what kind of a captain you were; from what I gather you're quite resourceful, and think fast. That's a quality I'd admire of anyone in my squad." He said as he stood, and released the hand, and walked out of the isolation quarters into main sick bay. There the chief doctor stood. A friendly looking Banana Gecko wearing sky blue tights much like fox's, with a long white lab coat.

"What's the prognosis Doctor? It's been 72 hours." Fox said folding his arms as the automatic doors shut behind him.

The doctor looked up from his electronic palm pad and smiled hopefully. "Heez body haz been in stasis, a most strezful situation. I suspect he should be about anytime Capitan." The heavily accented doctor spoke.

"Good, when he awakens let me know."

Fortunately for fox, he didn't have to wait that long. Just as Fox exited the door, there came a shout from the isolation room. Followed by a scream of what appeared to be terror. Fox and the doctor both bolted for the door, and rushed inside, seeing the hare suddenly awake, twisting at his restraints. Fox noticed the hare's eyes, a beautiful shade of pink, were wide with panic as his head thrashed along with his body.

"No calm heem down! He can hurt heemselv if he thrashez about like zees Capitan!" The lizard said, reaching for a syringe of sedative.

Fox, not really one to talk down panicky people did the only thing he could think of, which is stand over the thrashing body. "Captain? Please calm yourself, you're in a safe place, we're allies."

The hare then stopped struggling, and let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness, I though you were a toad ship or something." The hare said, lying back down. "Why am I restrained?"

The lizard looked down and set the syringe aside. "It ez standard procedure to strap down potentially hazarduz patientz."

"I'm not a hazardous patient unless you're toads, or toad allies." Bucky said, narrowing his eyes a little bit as if in scrutiny towards the two of them.

"Doctor, as a sign of trust, undo his restraints. No butt's, that's an order."

The lizard leaned in, and used his thumbprint on a panel. A light force field dissipated from around the wrists, neck, waist and ankles of the hare, now setting it free as it were. The hare sat forward a little in bed, naked under his sheets, but covered below the waist with the blanket itself. The hare got his bearings, and rubbed his short haired head, as he looked directly at Fox.

"Thanks. Where am I?" He said, his voice was just barely masculine, it was almost like a slight whisper, as if he had a rasp from yelling so much. Fox himself wondered if his voice wasn't the same way. The Hare's pink eyes stared right into his own, and Fox couldn't believe what strength he saw in such a pair of eyes. It was intriguing.

"You're aboard the Cornerian Cruiser Lighttoller. I'm Captain Fox McCloud, this is our ship's Chief Doctor and surgan, doctor Gribbitz.

The doctor nodded his head, and gave a small sweep, a near bow, and said, "I'm always here."

Bucky lifted his gaze back towards Fox, and said. "So if I'm here, that means we must have made it out alive. Tell me, what happened to my crew?"

Fox lowered his brows, he always hated this part. He figured the truth was best, but the truth always hurt. "That's what we were hoping to find out. Tell me how you got here, and I'll fill you in on the rest."

The hare shrugged, and examined his small yet atletic torso as if he'd never seen it before, then turned back towards Fox. "Are you in charge of this vessel?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll tell you. I was out investigating a distress call from one of our other ships. It turned out to be a toad trap, intended to lure us in. I was on the toad croaker and made it inside. The last thing I remember was taking a strong hit from something, and the Proton Accelerator going out of whack and an explosion downstairs. I was kind of out of it, and everyone else looked out cold, I don't remember anything else till now."

Fox blinked in disbeleif. "Did you say Photon Accelerator? Is that what you were using as your main reactor."

"Yeah, it's the best propoltion system we've got."

Now fox new for shure. P.A. drivers were retired from service when his father was still in diapers. Wherever this rabbit had come from was almost 50 years behind technologically from his own. Then again Andross did much to aid in the advancement of technology. Fox tried to laugh, a child could probably build a Photon Accelerator in his own room. It was so faulty with it's poor casings and lever based operation was all fractured. It was no wonder there was such an explosion; one wrong jostle and the whole chassy could go.

"Well I'll be frank with you, would you perfer that."

"Give it to me strait Captain."

Fox swallowed, and looked Bucky straight in the eyes. "What's your name first."

"Captain Bucky O'Hare of the Ritious Indignation, Captain in the United Animal Federation's fleet, and member of S.P.A.C.E.."

"Well Captain Bucky, to be honest we have no clue whom you are, or any clue towards anything else you just mentioned. I've never heard of the United Animal Federation or SPACE at all. In fact, these toads you mention, mean nothing to us in the same degree that they probably do for you, in the fact that we're not hostile towards them. We've never seen your ship before, nor creatures such as you or anyone on your ship. Your technology is very out of date compared to ours, is about all the explination I can answer to that effect. I think it's possible that when your Accelerator rupturedit caused a rip in the fabric of space and time, and could have sent you to not only a different time, but possbily a different galaxy all together.

"Our ships encountered a tremendous flash which could have been your ship emerging from whatever event sent it here, and impacting upon the surface of an asteroid in our neighboring Metos Astroid Belt. We found you shipwrecked on the surface of Asteroid KX-1293 along with the other members of your crew. I regret to inform you that most of your crew was lost. The Duck, Cat, Baboon and other hairless mammal all perished as a result of various aspects regarding the crash. We did manage to find an android hidden in the wreckage whom is being recharged as we speak."

Bucky's face fell, and his narroed brow uncurled into a face of remorse, as his ears drooped on either side. "Jenny, Bruiser, Willy and Dead-Eye were all KIA?" The hare asked, staring at his feet under the blankets.

Fox nodded. "They all died at their posts it would seem. Your pilot, Jenny I'm guessing had managed to find the softest possible landing tregectory before impact to minimize damage. I will say she did a valiant job, and that if it weren't for the hull breaches then doubtlessly other members of your crew would have survived. The hairless one and the duck perished from depressurization, their deaths were swift and most likely painless. The baboon perished as a result from an explosion triggered by a breach in the Photon Accellerator. Jenny herself perished from the impact.

The hare shook his head, and placed his face in his hands. "I can't believe this...you're telling me I'm millions of light years from home and that I'm most likely not even in the same time, and that on top of all this everyone I've known and come to care about is dead?"

Fox nodded and exhaled. "Yes sir. That's exactally the situation. Currently this vessell is on our way to Corneria to have your ship looked at and investigated. Now between us captains, is there anything special you wish for us to do for the bodies? We've performed autopsy's only for the purposes of determining causes of death."

Bucky shook his head, and fought back tears, shaking a little bit. "Do what you want with them, but give them a proper burial like true sailors."

Fox patted the hare on his back and said. "I'll let the rest of the science team know, and prepare them for a service at 1800 this evening. You're welcome to attend.

"I'll be there, I just need some time to think."

And with that, Fox stood up, and gave Bucky the best gift that can be given among captains; space.

* * *

The service was definitely fundimental. Not knowing anything about the bodies they were about to commit to space, the crew that attended the services couldn't really pay any more respects than that of fellow military. There were about 25 non essensial personelle in the hangar bay as Fox conducted the service. Flags, matching the RI's battle ensign of the red field with the bright yellow star, and three horizontal yellow stripes on either side of the star had been replicated to drape over the caskets as they were laid-en-state. Bucky said little, too greif-stricken to really say much, only that they were all the best friends that he'd ever had, and that he would miss them much, and that now the war was finally over for them.

The colorguard removed each of the four flags and folded them, presenting each to Bucky, before each were launched into Space with the tractor beam, saluted by the crew of a ship of men and women they'd never seen or known. Somewhere Fox found this fitting; that regardless of time or space, that his crew could respect the sacrifices of military service.

After the funeral, there wasn't much more for bucky to do. He spoke met with science officers and the ship's political officer to speak about the plight of his people, and discuss the mechanics of his ship to the best of his abilities. However Fox was no fool, and could see that the hare looked broken, and was definitely lonely.

Later in the the week when the ship was nearing Corneria, Fox came across Bucky in the ship's galley. The hare had several drinks lined up, some drank and the others on deck to be consumed. Fox understood the hare's greif and guilt, yet was not sure how to comfort him, he was not really the nurturing type; all he'd known was combat and war. He was sure that Bucky had formed legitimate bonds of love and trust with his crew, while the relationships with his own crew were none so strong as the intimate bond those individuals must have had with him.

Fox, today dressed in a pair of green and black striped spandex shorts, and Black tanktop bearing the symbol of the ship's squadron on the middle of the chest, his feet in tennis shoes and ancle socks, the sleek fox moved his way over and sat next to the Hare.

"What do you want?" The hare said, giving Fox a breath of booze and bloodshot eyes. He'd been crying, his cheeks tearstained. Fox would normally be turned off at this sight, and leave, but unlike his normal repulsion, he was still very attracted to the Hare for some reason, and felt great empathy for him.

"I was just working out in the Gym, and I was wondering if you wanted to perhaps have a swim? Maybie do some reps with me? You've got an awesome set of legs, and I'm curious what you can do. Maybie some captain-captain bonding time will do you well."

Bucky sneered. "Oh so that's it, you wait till I'm all drunk and depressed and like a hawk you are just going to move in for the kill. You foxes are all the same, taking advatange of my good nature and my skills. You're not the first Fox you know to try to use me, so go ahead, tell me another line...I'm not having any of it."

Fox, tossed his long braid off his shoulder around his back, and licked his lips. "Look Captain, I am just trying to be friendly, I don't want you to think that I'm trying to impose my agenda on you."

Bucky turned away and hammered down the drink he was sipping, and followed it with it's coresponding chaiser. With a raunchy and resounding belch, Bucky showed his disinterest in Fox, turning back towards him slowly. "I don't want anything from you. I got nothing left, and nothing to care about. All I had was my duty to my people, and without me, they'll surely be conqured, if they haven't been already. I don't know how friendly you'd feel if all your friends and family were gone and there was nothing you could do about it. You should have left me out there to die."

Fox narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "I can't go aginst my duty."

Bucky took a swig of one of his drinks, and spat it in the face of Fox, silencing the galley crowd. "Fuck your duty..." Bucky then hopped off the barstool, only about a foot shorter than Fox, the pair still would make decent sparring partners. Bucky reared back for a punch, and threw it.

Fox, sober and keen on his hand to hand sences, caught the fist with both hands and then released the hands. "Calm down Bucky, I will defend myself..." Fox said as he got his fitsts up.

Bucky either heard nothing of it, or wanted nothing of his warning, and threw a seccond punch at Fox. Fox, blocked it with an open palm, and wrapped his hand around it, and delivered a strong roundhouse right kick with his shin into the forehead of Bucky, sending him backwards across a nearby table. Surprisingly the hair nipped up, and leapt through the air at a height to hit the ceiling, and landed behind Fox. Fox had little time to react as he felt a pair of leg catch him square on the spine and sent him forward into the bar.

By now there were jeers and cat calls from the crew, as Fox spun around, seeing bucky ready in a boxing stance. Fox could take him if he wanted to, but the poor guy was just raging drunk. He was opening his mouth to speak again when bucky came in with a left cross and a right jab. Fox blocked both and delivered a masterful headbutt to the rabbit with a resounding crack. The rabbit, crosseyed, mumbled a curse and slipped to the floor, passed out.

Fox leaned down and checked Bucky's vitals, just as Fang was bursting into the room wearing nothing but a towell, and dripping wet. "What'd I miss, I was busy in the showers..." He said as he scoped the scene, and made an impressed whistle. "Holy hell chief, what'd you do?"

Fox whiped his brow, and shook his head. "Bucky's a great captain. I doubt I'd be any less hostile if I was in his boots." Fox said as he leaned down, and pulled Bucky into a cradle, carrying his weight in his arms easily.

"You want me to get the Doc?" Fang said, taking off his towell, standing nude and dabbing Bucky's face with it.

"No, he's just drunk. When he wakes up he may have a killer hangover and a headache to boot, but he should be right as rain."

"Alright. You sure you don't want me to take him?"

"Positive. Now everyone back to your drinks and food." Fox said as he brushed aside the well hung panther, and carried the hare through the decks, all the way to his own personal quarters.

Fox's quarters were modest, and decked with a few paintings of planets he'd visited as well as a painting someone had done of him after defeating Andross. He was proud of it, but was definitely not into self glorification. Fox pushed aside the rumpled bedsheets, and laid the hare down on his queen sized bed, and covered him up.

"Poor guy." Fox said, sighing. He was truly infatuated with the lapine, even more so since he had seen the guy fight. He wondered how good he could fight sober. Fox leaned in, and grew bold, and kissed the rabbit softly on the lips as he slept, before he headed out the door to return to duty.

"Sleep well Bucky, I hate to see you like this."

* * *

It was around noon the next day, fox found himself in the Gym once more. The confrontation with bucky really hurt his feelings more than he wanted to admit. He turned down free sex from 4 cadets as well as from Fang the well hung panther. Fox had no clue why, but he couldn't stop thinking about the hare. Those legs, those impoosibly wonderful legs in those tight pants...flexing and walking and - Fox had to shake his head to concentrate.

Fox was dressed procitivly for a workout, but he didn't care. He wore a speedo, which he filled out nicely, and a matching short athletic top, which stopped just at the top of his abs. He wore heavy wrist tape and foot tape, as he did his warm ups. However as he tried to focus on his reps, he just couldn't stop thinking about the hare. Fox felt his speedo bulging, and stood up to adjust his length. He was close to 9 inches when erect, but a modest 5 when limp. Thankfully his speedo was generous in the crotch, and gave himself room to breathe.

He sat down on a bench to work on his curls, picking up a barbell, and watching his bicep's flex, and drip with sweat; ocasionally the reflection of light off his dog tags would gleam in his eye. He wondered if Bucky ever worked out like this, or if he was just naturally that atheltic. The thoughts of what that Hare could leg press staggered him, as he switched arms. He couldn't think of a logical reason why he was so obsessed.

Before long the doors of the ship's gym opened, and the hare he was thinking about came in. He was dressed in a pair pair of pajamas mostlikely loaned by the ships crew. They looked nice on him, making the hare look not completely alien too him. Bucky had a small bruise on his forehead, but looked no worse for ware than he did the day they found him. Fox lowered his head and pretended not to notice he laid himself down on the bench-press bench, inadvertantly flashing his bulge to the room, and gripped the barbell. Surely if he stared at the lights and metal of the ceiling he'd loose any interest in the hare.

But then again the one thing he hadn't counted on was being a fox, he stood out rather well in a room full of other men and women. Save for the nude equine woman whom was doing pervocitive yoga over in the floor exercise section of the gym, he was rather easy to spot. Which didn't really surprise him when bucky came over.

"Hey...Captain..." Bucky said softly, watching Fox lift the weights. Fox was trying so hard to ignore the hare, but he could feel the eyes of the lapine looking him over, it was not unike the caress of a hand.

"Hey Bucky." Fox said a he did a rep. Fox was doing such a good job of trying to ignore Bucky, he was unaware the room was starting to empty now. It was probably a good thing, cause an audience would have just made him feel more awkward.

"Look...um...sorry about...you know...the galley."

Fox shrugged as best as he could with the barbell against his chest. "You were emotional and under the influence of alcohol. It happens Buck, I don't hold it against you."

Bucky sat down on the edge of the weight lifting bench, and let out a sigh. "Well I haven't been very grateful. If anything I've been unhelpful, rude, and abbrasive. I mean my friends died yes, but they understood the risks and gave their lives in the service of their duty. I cant be cold and hartless to their death, but I also can't just wallow in self pity."

"Well that's a fair way to think about it." Fox said, closing his eyes, trying not to even look at bucky.

"But theres something else. I havent been much of a guest since coming aboard. Ive been cold, incooperative and stand-offish. I should really be more grateful"

Fox was going to open his mouth to say something, but then he felt what quite possibly was the last thing he expected to feel but one thing that was definitely on his wish list. Bucky started to rub his face against the semi-erect phallus inside of his speedo, nuzzling the crotch. Slowly Bucky began to extend his hare tongue, and caress the bulge softly, breathing in the secent of a fox whom was nice and sweaty from working out.

"Oh hell...yes..." Fox Said, letting the barbell roll off his fingers and crash to the floor behind him. "Nnnngggggg don't you dare stop...I've been thinking about you from the moment I've seen you..."

Bucky adjusted Fox's crotch so he had something to work with, still not pulling the garment down. Bucky fished the cock into an upright position, and held it in his hand through the neophane like fabric. "So have I, I woke up on that hospital bed, and you were the only person in the world that was holding my hand. Ive been obcessed with you ever since then and have been frustrated trying to think about how we could..."

Fox shook his head, and pulled his speedo down, tossing it over his shoulder. Fox's pinkish crème penis stood erect, circumcized, but still predigious. "Shhh, don't speak...just suck me..."

Bucky nodded in response, and touched Fox's penis bare for the first time. He gripped the long length, noticing Fox was just like Willy, as in the length of his shaft didn't dissapear into a sheath like his own. How odd. But that didn't stop him from taking 9 inches of Fox cock and sucking it down into his gullett. Bucky had a cock-sucking fettish, and though it was as far as he'd ever been with a man, he definitely loved doing it. It calmed him for some reason.

Fox felt the wonderfully wet, soft and slick sensation of a mouth on his cock. Fox hadn't been lucky with someone in so long, and he'd been avoiding it for a while. Fox was in such sudden pleasure he had to grip the sides of the weight rest on the bench, and hold on, wrapping his legs around the back of Bucky, holding him there. Fox controlled his breathing, and gripped the metal which suddenly felt very warm despite how cold it normally was.

Fox looked around the room, and saw a couple spectators were watching in the open door, but he didn't care. He was getting just what he wanted, and he had to smile. He looked down, and saw bucky with the most intense set of eyes and frown; even with a mouth full of dick. Fox gripped his cock, and wiggled it as the hare pulled off, obviously recgonizing the universal "hold up" sign.

"Bucky why are you looking so intense, it's a light moment. You're frowning."

Bucky rubbed the cock against his face, still with the intense and angry look on his face, despite a smirk creeping across his face. "It hurts to smile. Ive had such a hard life that lifting my eyes and smiling hurts cause I'm so used to anger and dissapointment."

Fox then stood up and gripped the hare's hair, and shoved his cock agressivly into the back of his throat. Bucky made a squeal of surprise, and looked up around the cock into Fox's eyes. "Well I'll tell you what," Fox then smiled softly. "You had better be in for a lot of pain cause I'm going to love making you smile every day from now on."

Bucky wimpered around the cock, and slowly, slowly lifted his eyes and lips into a smile. Obviously Bucky was telling the truth that smiling hurt. Fox had to laugh but not at him. Fox then gave a groan, and started to rock his hips back and forth, holding onto the hare's ears. Fox had fanticized about doing just this for many a night; getting Bucky on his knees and ramming his cock into his mouth like this. Fox has thought about it almost every chance he could spare an indecent thought.

Fox felt the tremendously good sensation of his hard cock going into a warm wet place, and a place that seemed to be reciprocating in it's want. Bucky brought a hand up to steady the length so it didn't fly around at odd angles inside his mouth, and to stimulate the unused inches. It wasn't that Bucky couldn't deepthroat, it was that his mouth just wasn't long enough to get completely face fucked. That and working around his long buck teeth was a bit awkward, but Fox was up to the challenge.

It wasn't Fox's normal sex. Normally there was music, and candles. But this time it was just the wet sound of his flesh passing in and out of the lips of Bucky, and the rythmic long breaths of his nose as his pelvis ocasionally came into contact. There was the sound of Fox's breathing as he held onto the soft ears of Bucky, letting his scrotum slap against the hare's soft green hand, grunting, and flexing the best ass on board the entire ship. Bucky groaned and removed his hand drom Fox's cockflesh, and moved it to the ass of Fox, almost pawing at him for dear life.

Bucky then pulled off the cock as he stood up, moving his arms around Fox, and locking faces, allowing the pair to move into a kiss now, pressing Fox's hard cock agianst his stomach, Bucky being a bit shorter. Bucky felt it prudent to let Fox lead, letting his tongue enter him much like his cock had done just secconds before. Fox moved his hands fevorishly over the most unique body he'd ever seen. Perhaps that was it, the fact Bucky was so unique and alien that he was attracted to him. On top of the fact that he felt sorry for Bucky's plight, and wanted to hold him tight and tell him everything would be okay

Fox's hands disrobed Bucky without a concious thought, moving bucky's pajama tops and bottoms off his body, getting him naked in less time than he was used to. Fox maintained the kiss, but stole a glance with his eyes and was impressed. Bucky had a swimmer's build: lean with a little muscle mass. His cock was like his only circumcized, going all the way to the base of his pelvis with no sheath surrounding it. What did surround his cockbase was a tremendous jungle of pubic hair. It was a forest of green fur around his base. Fox once had white pubic fur around his own, but had always shaved his body fur down to keep it sort - making bucky something exotic to him.

"How do you feel Bucky? You want me to return the favor now or shall I do that later and fuck you right now."

Bucky gasped as he felt Fox's hand grasp his little used member. Bucky didn't get much chance to be intimate with anyone since he was always abord the RI. Fox's gentle caressing and stroking was almost enough to make Bucky nut right then and there all over the vulpine's hand. "Take me...I haven't been with a man in a while..."

Fox traded places and laid bucky down on the weight lifing bench, instructing bucky to grip the barbell poles with his hands while he manuvered himself between his legs. Bucky had the prettiest pink hole he had ever seen, it was just perfect. He pressed his naked head against his hole, and slowly began to press inside. Bucky arched his neck and back, groaning as Fox penetrated him. In the background several male crew were masturbating at the specticle, others were slowly fucking the female crew that watched, just barely moving their cocks in and out, holding them steady so they wouldn't miss any bit of their beloved captain fucking another man.

Fox had expected him to be tight, perhaps near virginal, but he was able to slide into the tailhole without protection or lube with out a single bit of hesitation. It was as if the Hare's hole was so well exercized and trained for ass play that it was almost like sliding into a lightly moist pussy. Fox even felt himself bottom out comfortably, pressing their groins together, and feeling bucky's penis which appeared lengthy but still shorter than his own, pressed against his 8-pac abs.

Fox leaned in and began to kiss bucky, locking their lips once more, and he began to move his cock in and out of the adequately constricting tailhole with intent. His tailhole made soft little squelching noises as he made love, pushing in and bottoming out, letting Fox feed him his prick. He held on tight to the hare, gripping him hard with his hands and moving his rear in and out.

Bucky removed his vice grip like hold on the bars in order to unzip fox's athletic top. Fox, for all intents and purposes naked now, breathed in a deep sigh of relleif as he spread his legs on either side of the bench, and mimmicked a squatting motion as he fucked the Hare. Fox had never felt a butt this clean, this deep, and this pleasureful. He felt there was truly no limit to how deep he could go. Not even Fang with his body of the gods had an ass as encompassing as this. Fox felt he could truly cut loose.

He began to pick up the pace, while bucky took his freed hand and stroked himself, pounding his erection with a spit lubed hand, and staring at the orgy that was building near the doors. His breaths came out in short lapine pants, his legs spreading wide and wrapping around Fox's back and pulling him in deeper. Fox could feel the hare's insides pulling at his foreskin, and tugging on it, thrilling him to no end. He bellowed loud, and nuzzled Bucky as he felt himself pleased beyond all accord.

"Yes...fuck me..." Bucky said, still watching the others. Cum was flowing out of the women's vaginas in a display of both pure lust and carelessness which was all the more erotic at that moment. Bucky felt himself nearing an orgasm, ready to shoot his load all over his chest and face. Bucky could remember the last time he made love with a man, to him it was only a few months ago, when he and Al Nagator had found some alone time. The aligator's unique prick felt wonderful backing up into him and moving around. Fox's felt just a nice, and hit his spot perfectlly.

"I am fucking you...and I plan on doing it as much as possible." Fox said, and meant it. He began to rocket his hips in and out now, feeling his orgasam building up inside of him, the hare beneith him pounding his pud rapidly with his left hand. Fox continued to kiss him, placing both his hands on bucky's shoulders, letting his pelvis go. He wasn't going to stop. He shuddered and moaned inside of his mouth, finally stabbing his cock into him one more time, and letting his cum rocket into the hare, screaming happily inside his mouth.

He pulled back and let his semen dump, and he meant dump into the bowles of bucky. Bucky groaned and jerked himself. He stroked faster and faster grinding agaist Fox's prick. It didn't take him long but he came, spewing his semen all over the place, hitting his face neck and mouth.

Slowly fox lowered himself and laid on top of the hare, obviously the two had much to discuss.