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This flash fiction was written for Gamerfox as part of their patreon reward for June. :3 It contains M/F sexual acts between consenting adults, and M/Solo masturbation. :3

Arwings and Amour

It wasn't easy, being an ace pilot. Some folks probably thought it was all raw, natural talent, and while there was perhaps some basis to that belief inherent skill alone could only get a person so far.

Falco groaned as he pulled himself out of the simulator. He blinked and squinted, rubbing at his eyes with feathered fingertips while they re-adjusted to the light of the room as opposed to the glowing of readouts and the shimmer of the screen projecting open space and flashing lasers. He stretched, feeling all his muscles thanking him as they were allowed to loosen up at last after hours stuck in that cramped cockpit, constantly on edge and ready to react to the slightest change in conditions. His heart was still pounding from that last simulation, a breakneck chase through a vast alien city, weaving between buildings and through other flying traffic, dodging weapons fire and falling debris from buildings hit by the shots which failed to connect with the Arwing itself.

Clicking his beak together gently, Falco ran his tongue across its edges. He needed a break. He needed some food, and something to help him relax. Thus with one final stretch he began to wander through the carrier ship's interior, out of the small cargo bay in which their simulators had been set up and into the corridors which would lead to the crew quarters and its various communal areas. He yawned as he walked, a brief squawk of fatigue the only other sound echoing through the empty, mostly metallic corridors aside from the gentle thud of his boots on the deck-plates.

The closer Falco came to the crew quarters though, the less solitary and quiet the ship felt. He smirked as he first heard the sound of his shipmates. The unmistakable growl of Fox himself, and then a low, husky, feminine moan to follow soon after. His pace quickened slightly, and though not entirely intentional he made his footfalls lighter so as not to disturb the pair with his approach. By the time he actually arrived though, peering through the open doorway into a room set up with soft furniture and tables for playing cards or other such downtime activities, it was more than obvious that both Fox and Krystal were far too busy together to pay any heed to his presence.

"More. Oh. O-ohh... yes. More."

Fox was sitting back in one of the larger armchairs within the room, and sitting astride him, her blue and white furred body every bit as naked as the man she was riding, Krystal whimpered happily while rocking and grinding upon his thick cock and engorged knot. Her forehead was pressed to his, and from where Falco was watching he could see a gentle blue glow reflected in Fox's glazed, almost unseeing eyes.

The avian male felt his feathers ruffle beneath his clothes, and he blushed as he recalled the last time that Krystal had done this with him. Using her telepathy to open their minds to one another, and allowing the two of them to feel not only their own pleasure, but what they were allowing their partner to feel too. It was an intense, emotional experience. But more so than that... it felt absolutely incredible.

So incredible, in fact, that just thinking about it was making Falco do more than simply blush. He was getting hot. He was feeling his arousal swelling inside his clothes just thinking about what Fox and Krystal must have been feeling in that moment. He cared for and respected the vixen as a friend and colleague after all, not to mention a casual lover, but Fox... he and Krystal had something special. More than friendship. A kinship that made the love they felt for one another almost inevitable, and most certainly undeniable.

"Please. P-please... Fox. I know you want to. I... I can feel it. Stop holding back. Y-you... you have nothing to hide from me."

Standing in the corridor still, giving the pair their space not because he though they would be offended by his presence but rather because right now he would rather watch than upset the dynamic by joining in, Falco reached down and began to unbutton his pants. He cast his jacket down onto the deck behind him, and before too long the blue feathered male stood naked, shuddering slightly as he looked down to see his cock twitching hungrily in its insistent pleas for attention.

He gave his body what it wanted without further delay, and returned his sharp eyes to the scene before him as he began to masturbate with gentle, teasing strokes from his feathered fingers. He stroked himself, feeling his taloned toes curling down and raking against the deck while the two vulpines more urgently, desperately writhed and bucked against each other. Still Fox was silent aside from his groans and growls of pleasure, and still Krystal was whimpering to him happily between moans of her own ecstasy, begging for what they both already knew to be true.

"You can feel what I'm thinking. Y-you know I want it, Fox. You know it's true. Don't wait. D-don't... don't resist. Just do it. Please, Fox. Do it. Now!"

A flash of blue light seemed to illuminate the entire room in that moment, the gem upon Krystal's head surging with the sheer volume of telepathic power required to convey the intensity of her need.

Needless to say, Fox reacted pretty damn fast after that.

Falco watched as the vixen pulled back from her lover's face, both of them wide eyed, panting and whimpering. They clutched at one another tighter. Their muzzles pressed together in a deep, passionate kiss, and then...

"D-do it..."

Falco gasped under his breath, the pace of his hand upon his cock quickening in anticipation of what was about to happen.

"Fuck her, F-Fox. Hard."

His voice was far too quiet for either of the vulpine lovers to hear, but he was exactly right in his prediction.

Krystal shrieked happily as Fox lifted her entirely off the chair beneath them, rising to his feet with his hands suddenly gripping at the vixen's ass as he staggered to the larger, longer couch nearby. There he tumbled forward, pinning Krystal beneath him, and with a snarl of lust that echoed throughout the crew section of the ship he began to fuck her. To pound her aching, needy pussy as hard and as fast as he could, holding back none of the infatuated, adoring passion he felt for this incredible woman.

Falco watched as Krystal's legs kicked out in the air, toes splayed out, quivering and curling and flexing with each pumping stroke of Fox's cock deep into her. He listened to her haggard, frantic screams and howls, and those of the wild, savagely joyous man provoking those cries from her as he feverishly pleasured himself, desperately trying to keep up with what sounded like obscene volumes of pleasure being provoked between the two of them. And he cried out himself, caw'ing in pleasure and passionate exhilaration almost on his crewmates' behalf as finally Fox spoke, begging just one thing of the vixen beneath him as with a loud, thick slurp his knotted cock buried itself inside her one last time and refused to be moved any further.

"Cum with me, Krystal!"

Locked together with the vixen he humped, he turned his hips into a blur of motion as he rocked and rubbed himself against and within her. Falco's eyes bulged as he saw this all happening, their rear ends and their entwined bodies facing him perfectly to give the most lewd and beautifully unabashed view. He saw the muscles in Krystal's thighs trembling. He saw the cheeks of Fox's ass clench, and his balls tighten up against his body.

He saw every muscle in Krystal's body stiffen, toes stretching, trembling skyward as her tail puffed out, and he heard the shrill, yowling scream she let loose as a violent spray of hot, slick fluids squirted out from between the pair of them. A moment later her legs were no longer held to the heavens, but wrapped tight around Fox's waist as he howled and began to pump his virile load deep inside of her. They were screaming, yelping and moaning together. Cumming together as though one entity.

And though he was only watching, as waves of pale blue light cascaded throughout the room and washed over Falco's bare body, Falco felt it too.

Their pleasure.

Their adoration for one another.

He felt it all as the psychic intensity of their bliss overflowed without control from the ecstasy-stricken vixen, and as he threw back his head and began to let loose his own hot ribbons of cum across the deck before him, Fox and Krystal wailed anew. Falco could feel their pleasure, their love for one another. And now in that moment, they could feel all that he was feeling for them in return.

By Jeeves

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