Pleasantly Outfoxxed
Pleasantly Outfoxxed
Hey, it's me again ^^ I know some of you, or at least I hope some of
you, are still waiting for my next chapter of IDS. I'm afraid I hit sort
of a set back with that, but...Hopefully you'll enjoy this story, too.
I'm writing it for my mate as a Valentine's Day present, in exchange for an
adorable picture he drew of me (Well it was more just for fun <3) ^^ So if you are him, I love you and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed your picture and writing it. If you aren't Adam, same thing, only without the I love you and the picture mentioning. This is a Megaman X fanfiction set at no particular place in the timeline, it just uses one Maverick that my darling finds exceptionally hot ^^.
As always, reviews are nice <3 I hope you like this as much as you liked IDS.
PS: There's no Porcupine tag and this makes me sad!
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Spyke was a Hunter, one of the fine warriors eternally at war with the Mavericks, a rough bunch of infected Reploids led by the frighteningly bald Sigma, the first Maverick to be more than just a slobbering death machine. He stood tall and powerful, standing 6 and one-third feet tall and plenty wide, 1.5 feet from shoulder to shoulder. He weighed about 510 pounds, which may sound heavy, but remember that this delectable 'pine is sporting metal bones and spines. Through the back of his silvery blue armor they poked, long and colored from black to white, his array of dangerous Lightanium sharps curved so as to be harmless when he had them relaxed. He was a relatively low class Hunter, but his loyalty was incredible, and his skills were above average- the main reason for his less-than-prestigious position simply being his short time on the force. He was, however, still more experienced than one of his dearest Hunter buddies, who came up behind him as Spyke stood staring at the mission board in Hunter HQ, and leaned his meager weight against the porcupine's strong frame.
"Looking for a party, are we Spyke?" said his friend (and oftentimes, lover), a black-furred fox named Gradius.
"You could say that..." Spyke replied, looking down at the one who had joined him with affection glowing in his blue eyes.
Gradius stood slightly shorter, just barely reaching six feet if you didn't count his large vulpine ears, and was definitely much slighter of frame. The fox was barely a foot from shoulder to shoulder, with lithe limbs and powerful legs that could carry him at great speed with astounding agility. Spyke's favorite thing about those legs, though, lay in the frequency of which they were wrapped around him... The fox looked especially slim and even less battle ready next to his dear, and well armored, fellow Hunter, as he wore only a scaly loincloth-like thing that went roughly to his knees, but left little to the imagination. Despite this, he was extremely useful to have around due to his powers: the ability to play seemingly magical melodies that caused odd things to happen. It had been found that there was some sound scientific basis behind them, that his fur somehow captured and manipulated the light of the sun and moon, but there were too many parts of the equation left blank to fully account for the power of his song...
"That one looks good," Gradius said, pointing at what appeared to be a purple armadillo swathed in heavy armor "I have a hunch that that's the one we need to go after."
Spyke looked at the face of their future enemy, and a slow grin crept across his face "Your hunches are some of my favorites. They always seem to pay off... Alright then, let's get going."
Gradius pushed a little more of his weight against the 'pine, and said with a dark grin "The usual wager, then?"
Spyke nodded in response "You know it," he whispered, and ventured a sneaky lick to his fellow's face "The one who beats the Mavvie..."
Gradius finished for him, reciprocating the lick "...Gets to take the one who doesn't."
"Get ready to bend over then, Gradi," the big Hunter said with a cocky smile "I'm feeling extra frisky today."
"Good," replied the slight fox, coolly "then you'll moan nice and loud when I'm plowing into you. No one's faster than me..."
"Well, I'm inclined to agree my little sheath warmer," he fired back, "You're always at least two minutes quicker than me at soiling the sheets."
"Flattery won't stop me from kicking your tail and then mounting it, sweetie," was his reply, delivered with a disgustingly sweet smile.
The two stared each other in the eyes for a minute or so as Spyke's mind whirred with possible retaliations, the fox's smile becoming more and more smug as time passed without a good one coming to mind. Finally it struck him, and in one deft motion Spyke won the little fight, diving a paw brazenly up the hanging scales of his friends clothing and wrapping strong fingers around his furry sheath, wiping his face clean of the smug grin and coaxing a surprised gasp out of the dropped muzzle that remained in its place. Spyke took off, grinning from ear to ear and leaving Gradius rooted shortly to the ground where he had been, as it were, groped. When he got a hold of himself, though, he swore quietly under his breath and promised to get revenge on his rival, who was speeding towards the teleporters and requesting the job seconds before he was inside one, giving him a decided head start against his opponent behind him. Victory was just a stones throw away for the spiky Hunter. Or... So he thought.
Spyke beamed down to the ground in a streak of brown and blue, unsheathing his beam saber and looking around with an experienced eye for traps or enemy mechanaloids in his path, charging forward quickly into the heart of the subterranean base after a short appraisal of what lie immediately ahead. He occasionally looked back over his shoulder for signs of his foxxie, grinning every time he found not a hair of his arrival, hurrying to keep the lead he had amassed through treachery and widen it with his skill and power. He made good time, artfully leaping over trapped pits, stray drills, his bulky form oddly graceful in flying through the air. Anything that actively attempted to hurt him was met and cut down in a flash of the light of his saber or crashed through like an electric meteor. Spyke could swear he could smell the Maverick he was hunting, when all at once the ground gave way beneath him, dropping the unaware Hunter into a wide, dark pit.
He plummeted like a stone into the dank subterranean, flailing helplessly as he did in some vain hope that he could fly, a mark of anyone falling farther than they'd care to, until he hit the ground, remarkably managing to stay on his feet, though just barely. Lights came on, and as soon as the porcupine looked around, he wished they hadn't.
Spyke found himself in a large, deep hole, facing down a wall of the powerful spikes that would mean the doom of even the hardiest of warriors, no matter what armor you wore. Even as he remarked to himself that that wasn't bad, the wall decided to prove to him that it really was all that bad, and began slowly sliding towards him, the oldest trap in the history of traps. Frantically, Spyke turned toward the safe wall and began to rapidly triangle-jump up it, kicking off the metal with such power that friction overcame slipperiness and sent him rocketing up, taking advantage of his advanced systems to come to the wall again with frightening agility and kick off it again, slowly but surely making his way up in just that way. Panting, he looked up and still saw the daylight above as just a flicker in the distance, while the opposite wall was getting dangerously close to him, every pointy spire seeming to grin malevolently at him as he tried desperately to escape. He activated his comms and sent out a distress call to anyone in the area, hoping maybe Gradius would come and help him out of the tight spot, but sadly no answer came, and he cursed the way he had delayed the fox...
He was really getting worried when he saw it! A gap in the spikes, barely wide enough for him to fit inside, even with a hole in it that he could slip into to avoid being crushed. He renewed his efforts, going up and up at an accelerated rate due to the power of total desperation, until finally he bounced off the wall for a final time, activating his small midair air rockets and sliding forcefully into the tiny, providential gap, curling immediately into a protective ball and rolling into the cramped, but spikeless cavern, the walls coming together only moments after he cleared them.
Spyke sighed with relief, but quickly realized that this was barely any better than the predicament he was in before. He was trapped in the safe haven, the metal cubby cold and dark around his balled up form, and he quietly cursed himself again... He would survive, but it would be embarrassing to be fished out of the wall by some other Hunter. Even worse, there was no way he could get to the Maverick before the fox who was no doubt racing overtop at a gait rivaling sound in it's expedience, ready and able to take on the quarry waiting at the end of the dangerous run. The Hunter sighed to himself and settled down to wait for his inevitable rescue, the face of his gloating fox, and...Other things that he knew were coming. Even as he gave up, he thought he heard a clank, and then he knew he heard a shudder. He poked his head out as light filled the tiny haven, and saw above his head several gears that had been dislodged and cut and gashed by his rattling sharps, and with the helpless laugh of one who narrowly escaped something awful, he noticed that they had been cut just so, perfect to cause the mechanism to reverse itself, and that the wall was slowly coming away from it's brother. His face contorted into a newly resolved grin, and he started revving up to tear out of the cubby before the walls changed their mind, shooting out of the hole and bouncing off the wall until he was out of the god forsaken trap. He dusted himself off and looks around, spotting no sign of a fox around or any clues that one had passed by, and his eyes locked determinedly at a door ahead. He let himself savor his victory for a moment, arms crossed and eyes turned skyward as he envisioned the shocked look on the fox's face when he found himself defeated, and the several other looks that would dance across his face when the porcupine took his prize for it.
"To the victor go the spoils," he purred to himself "I'll have that fox yet." And with that, he took off towards the door, opening it and stepping quietly through the short tunnel into the chamber at the end.
The Hunter stepped through the final door carefully, saber drawn and at the ready at his side, expecting to be attacked immediately by the no doubt insane Reploid that dwelt within, but to his surprise he found only a dark room. He blinked curiously, taking a few cautious steps forward, eyes wandering around the emptiness and finding no trace of anyone at all, leaving him more and more puzzled the more of the nothing he saw.
He was about to call to the Maverick, though it was a silly thing to do, when he felt something hard and round crash into him from behind, sending him sliding forward with a startled shout. He growled a bit and kicked to his feet with agility, turning about to see his attacker, the light of his saber illuminating the sinister face before him. Armored Armadillo stood there, looking exactly as he had in the mission briefing, with purple flesh and a great deal of silver and red armor, even more heavyset and protected than the spiky fellow facing him down. In his otherwise gentle looking face were set two rather colorful eyes, glistening with the mad orange of a Maverick, full of insanity and destruction. This was his enemy...
"Armored Armadillo!" he shouted, voice full of authority "On behalf of the Hunters, I come to stop your evil ways!"
The armadillo laughed a little crazily, and gave Spyke a toothy grin as he hunkered down into battle stance "You wish. The only thing stopping today will be your pathetic squirming"
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! (Sorry, had to)
The Maverick jumped at him immediately, but Spyke pulled a graceful leap that put him behind the attacker, and as soon as he landed, he moved with a dexterity beguiling his heavy form, whipping out with the deadly plasma blade at the well armored foe behind him, turning as he did and seeing with dismay that he had hit nothing but air. Gritting his teeth, he looked around for his enemy, and soon found him, coming up fast, curled up and hurtling like a cannonball at him. Spyke ducked down and flared up his spikes, grinning as he heard the sound of them grating against the thick armor of his enemy, turning to see what damage had been done, and was surprised to find that his Lightanium quills had barely scratched his opponent, and definitely hadn't halted his mad attack. The ball bounced off the wall and came flying back, and Spyke held his sword out strongly, point first so that the other would impale himself on it, but was thwarted by a surprising countermeasure that 'Dillo pulled out of his sleeve. The area around the ball flashed for a moment, and the ball of energy continued to fly even as it's sender popped open, landing several feet back from where he stopped midair, due to the force of sending off the yellow mace of energy.
Spyke simply closed his eyes and held his strong stance, pulling his sword up in a more defensive diagonal line across himself. Unable to absorb the impact even with these measures, he was blown back hard by it, landing heavily on his back. Spyke groaned and held his head, shakily pushing himself to his feet as quickly as he could, dizzily pulling his saber and swinging it viciously at the blurry, silver shape coming towards him, growling with annoyance as the tricky Mavvie balled up again, rolling under the saber and around in a curve, coming up behind and smashing one of the large silver bucklers it had into the back of his armor. Spyke managed to stay on his feet, though his armor rattled dangerously, and he whirled to counter the blow and whiffed air yet again, catching another buckler slam to the chest this time, making his armor creak again, but again leaving him on his feet, and this time, the Maverick caught him a painful blow on the hands as well, knocking his sword away so it buried in the wall on the far left of the two fighters. When yet another buckler punch hit him in the side, and his armor actually came undone from his body, Spyke realized what was going on...He was being softened up and made vulnerable. With a loud cry, he pulled his side weapon, the D-Glaive, and threw it to full extension in a single stab that carried Armored Armadillo up as it caught him dead on in the chest. Spyke let out a victorious call that turned to a gasp of shock as the 'dillo raised his head, revealing that he was holding the glaive just below the blade, the plasma tip just inches from his chest. He threw his weight downward and Spyke's went up, and then shortly after, came back down, the enemy crashing him to the ground hard, knocking the wind out of him, blowing his armor fully off, and depriving him of his spear in one brilliant counter. The 'dillo grinned darkly and threw the spear into the opposite wall that the sword was buried in, stepping forward slowly...
Spyke kicked to his feet lightly even as the blow that would have laid him out old crashed into the ground he was just on, and the porcupine scowled at his enemy, calling out that he was just getting started and stepping back in a warrior's stance, ready to take the Maverick down with his bare hands and unarmored body if need be. The Maverick looked skeptically from the spear in one wall to the blade in the other, and then back at Spyke armed only with his fists, the light clothing under his armor, and his long sharps, letting out a laugh and starting to stomp forward again, fully armed and hardly scratched. Armored Armadillo threw his arms wide and began running in for the kill, but Spyke just flashed a smirk and let loose the attack he had been charging up since he found his feet again. With an echoing cry of "Lightning Cutter!," the crafty Hunter threw his bare fist forward, though now it was cloaked and crackling with electricity, and the supreme force behind it laid into the unprepared Maverick, the electricity surging through, both laying him out flat on his back and knocking his armor off in one clean sweep, leaving the armadillo in the same skimpy undergarments he himself was wrapped in. Pressing his attack, the Hunter raced forward, trampling over the 'dillo to keep him dizzied and moving rapidly to retrieve his spear, whirling around and dashing back to finish what he had started and collect his prize.
The porcupine was only moments from victory, and he could smell the heady aroma of a hard-fought battle won as he looked at the dazed and vulnerable Maverick, when a short sound of energy charging was brought to attention. His ears perking and his head turned up in time to see innumerable bullets flying right at him, the Hunter having just enough time to throw his arms up in front of him to absorb them before they hit...
Oddly enough, not a single of the energy pellets actually contacted him, his arms remained uninjured, and he didn't feel any pain at all. When he put his arms slowly back down and looked about wildly to see where the shots had come from, the damage done became painfully and breezily apparent, and it didn't take diagnostics or system scans to tell what happened next had happened. All at once, several ripping sounds were heard as one, and his clothing split in half from shoulder to feet under it's own weight, falling in two piles to the front and back of him, leaving the stunned Spyke really and truly naked in the battlefield, and not just in the military sense. He heard a wush of fast travel off to the left, but before he was even totally sure he heard it, an all too familiar paw resting itself on his chest and an unmistakably warm body pressing into his back and forcing his quills to relax despite himself.
"Mmm. You got really far, 'pine," said a voice that sounded like Gradius with a bad cold "But that's as far as you go. I'm not letting you hurt my new friend here."
"Gradius! This is no time for ga-" Spyke berated and turns around, shocked by the mad yellow eyes he saw where there used to be only shining green "GAMES!" he finished abruptly.
"Who's playing? Hehehe... Sorry darling, but, I don't think things...Things..." Gradius started giggling mid-sentence, but not the mad cackle of a Maverick, more like a frantic giggling of someone trying to get the punch line of a really funny joke out. Spyke stared for a good five seconds, speaking only when the fox wiped his eyes helplessly, still giggling. Two orange lenses were in his paw...
"You!! Light, Gradius, don't scare me like that. Come on, let's-"
But he was cut off by a third voice "Great Light, everything you said about this guy was true, Gradius. Are all your friends this violent?"
Spyke turned incredulously to look at the armadillo, who stood up and rubbed his eyes, a pair of orange lenses in one hand... With a short growl, he turned around and glowered at his fox, "What is all this, Gradius? What kind of crazy stunt are you pulling now?" he demanded.
Gradius seemed to find the reaction hilarious, and fell to his knees, holding his gut and speaking fractured words through his giggles "It's AHAAHA... A long story HMMHMHM," the fox snorted and could speak no more, instead pointing frantically at the fake Maverick.
Armored Armadillo grinned at the naked porcupine "This fox of yours is clever. He talked some sense into me... I have to apologize for scaring you all. See, I never really went Maverick."
Spyke just stood there letting this all soak in bit by bit, until finally Gradius stopped giggling long enough to clarify "Music can tame the savage beast, you know. It seems to do quite a number on pseudo-Mavericks, too. I used a little song to paralyze this over loyal idjit and silver tongue him a bit. I found some rather interesting things, and... I think I might be able to change the way this war is fought entirely with what I now know."
Spyke turned from the suddenly serious-faced fox back to the armadillo "Okay, your turn. What did he do?"
"He taught me something interesting. All this time, I've been fighting out of loyalty to my leader, Sigma... He opened my eyes, though. I realized that if I were truly loyal, I would be trying to -cure him- and all the others who were infected," he explained "They call it the Maverick VIRUS for a reason."
Gradius interjected then "The 'dillo here has spent so much time around Mavericks and never been infected. I also found out that Storm Eagle fought it valiantly as well... I think we could make a cure if we took him alive and had some tests and stuff done."
Spyke sighed "Tests and stuff? Honestly, Gradius, you didn't think it through any farther than that? You think Signas can just pull out a bag labeled 'tests and stuff' and do this without trouble?"
"Do I ever think anything through that far, Spyke? Come on, you know me," Gradius said, absentmindedly grooming his tail and enjoying the view of naked porcupine "And I'm sure something can be figured out. What's the harm in at least trying?"
Spyke sighed, but as usual, found himself unable to battle the optimistic, yet secure logic the fox always had on hand.
"That's not the most interesting thing I found out, though, Spyke. You'd be really amazed." The fox went on, a definite tease in his voice.
"Oh? What else did you...? Find..." Spyke put two and two together in the middle of asking when he heard a definite rustle of clothing, and turned to see a very naked armadillo looking him up and down, appreciation in his eyes "Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
The porcupine saw a heavy darkness descend over his eyes, and he removed the obstruction to see that it was a scrap of scales backed with silk. He then felt Gradius rub up against him from behind, every bit as naked as the other two in the room.
"Hehe... I think you know. Now, I think it's time I collected my bet winnings..." the fox whispered sexily, holding Spyke's arms behind his back firmly as the armadillo approached them at a leisurely gait, gently stroking his blue-furred sheath...
The formerly armored Hunter stared in disbelief, eyes wide and body tense from the sight of the pseudo-mavvie's cock slowly sliding free of it's indigo home. He could count the inches as it hardened and lengthened into a thick, long shaft, hitting it's full size just in time for the 'dillo to lean the front of his body against Spyke and venture a long kiss on his lips, his large, strong hangs coming up to firmly massage the porcupine's broad chest as Gradius hold him tightly from behind, grinning ear to ear as he watched what unfolded. With a soft smile, though, the fox decided to take a more active roll in the proceedings, reaching around to briefly stroke the 'pine to full, it only taking a few strokes since he was already at half mast from the circumstances. He raised the hard cock up to 'dillo, who took it in his large paw with a quiet purr, as if passing off a baton, and placed both paws firmly on Spyke's hips, pulling his tail end none-too-gently back against him and beginning the long and wonderful process of entering his 'pine, pushing his tapered cock gently against his lover's willing entrance and slowly but surely wiggling it inside.
Meanwhile, around front, their 'prey' was holding himself tightly to the other side, his purple muzzle holding tightly to the brown one, kissing him so deeply that it pushed his head back, and probably would have eventually laid him flat if there weren't a foxxy bookend keeping him on his feet. Spyke lived an eternity of time in the short while it took Gradius to prepare him properly for entrance, loving how he was ruthlessly tendered on every front, his body arching and contorting of it's own accord under the seemingly coordinated pleasures the two provided him even before they really got started. Suddenly though, the pleasure slowed tremendously, the teasing of Grad's slickened member stopping at the same time as Armadillo stopped his steady pawing. He opened one eye and looked forward, confused, and found no lips against his and no purple head at all, and then tried to look back over his shoulder, only hearing a giggle and receiving a soft lick on the cheek before the two sprung their trap, the porcupine feeling lips on the tip of his hardness, and very shortly afterward feeling a powerful drive of hips against him, the pump filling him up with the beloved pinkness of his lover's foxhood, and pushing him forward so that his shaft was engulfed in the tight, warm wetness that was Armored's mouth.
Spyke rolled his head back, mouth hanging open and eyes wide in a silent scream of nearly agonized pleasure, his breathing shallow and frantic from the twin assault on his body, clenching and relaxing his fists behind his back where the fox held them securely, the helpless feeling of his trapped limbs only intensifying the already teeth-chattering pleasure. Gradius had wasted no time in building up a wonderful hammering tempo, his thick foxhood sliding easily underneath the short yet perfectly adorable tail the porcupine had and into the hot, superbly tight hole there, then back out of it just as pleasurably at jackhammer tempo, Gradius holding him tight and purring noisily at the jolting pleasure of taking his porcupine.
Matching this, the 'dillo down south had his former enemy's hardness in a vice grip of warm, wet, steamy muzzle muscles, bobbing his head in the same tempo but opposite direction as the soft hips of the fox, his tongue working along the length furiously as he moved, slathering it up and down, swirling it around the tasty shaft in circles, wrapping about the head and squeezing it... The once-Maverick spared no expense in pleasuring the tough Hunter, intent on bringing him to his knees in a way that no attack he had mustered before could. It was working... Spyke was occupied enough just keeping himself from cumming too soon, and if not for the fox holding his arms, his wobbly legs would have long since given out under the strain of baring his sex-tortured body. Even as hard as he was fighting, the porcupine was starting to flag tremendously, his defensive rapidly failing as his methods with coping with the pleasure either lost power or were prevented by the twosome tendering him, leaving him floating in the sea of eroticism, as helpless as one without a boat would be in the beating waves of an ocean storm. With a strangled gasp and a sultry moan, his body tensed up without his consent, his muscles going on the autopilot one enters when in the throws of a violent orgasm. His tailhole flexed and contorted powerfully around the pinkness filling it, and his furry sac tensed up to his body to deliver it's precious cargo up and out through his cock and into Armored's waiting maw, leaving only a blazing trail of ecstasy and a tantalizing taste in the mouth of an armadillo behind as proof of it's passing. Spyke relaxed, panting and shuddering, against the vulpine behind him totally, letting the black-furred magicer support him.
Gradius grinned, holding Spyke's wrists one-handed while the other slipped around front to caress his chest "Spyke....Neither of us have cum yet, you know. You're not done."
The spiny Hunter had no time, or for that matter no great need, to protest, the fox quickly but gently pushing him down onto his knees and then forward further onto his paws, sinking down behind him and placing his paws on his shoulders to hold him tightly in a more natural mounting position, his soft fingerpads digging into the strong shoulders of his lover in a relaxing massage. The fox cleverly waited for Spyke to relax, not moving his hips an inch until the prey beneath him let his muscles loosen and sag, at which point he thrust into him just once in a smooth, hard drive, making him tense up again, the fox waiting a moment and again driving in, this time twice, again waiting for the porcupine to drop his guard for that all important fraction of a second before driving back in again only once, using a combination of his familiarity with the Hunter and instinctive ability to please to drive his lover wild, and just when he was getting used to the psych out, getting into a steady and firm rhythm of thrusts to complete the assault on his 'pine's senses, forcing a gurgled cry from his throat and sending his chest to the ground as his wobbly arms failed him, his tail end held in the air by the fox and his shaky legs for the pounding his fox was administering. Armored grinned at the show of expert breeding until the fox began smoothly taking his lover, at which point he lowered himself to his knees, helping pull Spyke up onto his arms and tilting his head up towards him, chuckling at the dazed eyes of the fucked silly porcupine a moment before he leaned down a bit, planting a tender kiss on the Hunter's lips, which was weakly returned, and then sitting up again with a wicked smile, holding Spyke under the chin the gently easing his own amazingly hard cock into his muzzle, moaning softly as the lips closed heavily around him and starting to gently thrust the 'pine's other side, reveling in what little extra stimulation he tried to provide, as buzzed as he was.
Probably the sexiest feeling from the 'pine's muzzle came from his low moaning, the sounds of pleasure buzzing him in a most wonderful way. But before the armadillo could get his proverbial rocks off, as it were, Gradius began to hammer fervently at the 'pine between them, muttering and panting from the climax that was seeping into him, until with an impassioned yip, he pressed his hips flush with his lover, holding him tightly in a hug around the waist and filling him with seed, but taking care not to tie.
He knew this wasn't the end, but for the time being he held his lover tightly and rested.
Armored Armadillo sighed quietly, looking at the two with a shake of his head and his eyes closing, idly pawing himself to keep his erection standing "What does a Maverick have to do to climax around here?" he asked with feigned annoyance in his voice. Gradius raised his head from where it rest upon Spyke's back, scooting himself forward a bit to rest it instead on his shoulder, the movement evoking a quiet purr from the 'pine "You just hold onto something and wait."
The lovely fox gently roused his lover with a paw down his cheek, pulling his muzzle up level with the shaft of the armadillo, who stood there holding it with expectancy in his eyes. After a preliminary lick from both of them, their tongues tying up shortly when they met, the two Hunters began assaulting the delicious blue of his cock in concert, working together flawlessly to pleasure the big guy. Gradius still held his favorite porcupine tightly about the waist, grinding his hips just barely against his tail end to keep them both hard and ready just in case, the motions making the two work all the harder due to the hungry lust it kept burning in them both.
Armored watched through soft eyes as they took turns on him, his chest rising and falling steadily through his own willpower as he examined their strategy. One would focus on licking and teasing the sensitive points they could reach with tongue and paw, while the other kept his lips sealed tightly around his powerful erection, slowly bobbing up and down to take the entire thing in and then out, but each had their own techniques. Gradius was good at hitting sweet spots hard and fast and then moving on to another one, creating a stream of spiking pleasures, while Spyke excelled in keeping steady feelings flowing like a river, covering the 'dillo in a warm blanket of carnality. Alone they would have eventually coaxed him to orgasm despite himself, but together, switching back and forth smoothly in an endless dance of pleasuring muzzles, they were making his knees shake with the effort of staying up, and his heavy tail thump noisily against the ground, until finally with a groan he fell backwards to thump to the ground on top of the wagging thing. The two Hunters moved swiftly to compensate, catching up quickly and continuing their mutual assault, not giving the armored one any quarter in their quest. At long last, the purple beast could take no more and threw his head back, falling back on his hands and barely holding himself up as waves of pleasure rolled up his body, stemming from the well taken care of blue root between his hips, his jaw falling open as he gasped and panted and finally outright bellowed, an orgasmic outcry that bounced around the chamber freely.
Armadillo sat there staring but not looking at the ceiling as the final echoes of his own outcry echoed to silence around him, giving way to deep and warm breath that makes his strong chest rise and fall harshly. Even the toughest warriors are defenseless against passion. Between them, Gradius and Spyke lift him and carry him quietly to the wall, leaning him against it to rest... But they share a secret wink. There is still Hunting to do...
"Okay, he's helpless. Let's get him." Gradius said, keeping a straight face for once.
"Right. I'll get my Glaive..." Spyke responded.
Armored looked up slowly, trying to decipher the conversations through the quiet buzzing that filled his brain. He heard music, and then saw the larger Hunter advancing on him with a spear, and at the same time he found himself surrounded by a host of small energy dragons. He was a step away from panicking, and pushed to his feet to defend himself, but was quickly overwhelmed, and could only close his eyes and hope... When he opened them again, his arms were bound by dragons behind his back around Spyke's glaive, which was stuck into the ground, making him look like an ungainly scarecrow. Two more dragons accosted each of his legs, tugging his ankles upward to be taken in arm by Gradius on one side and Spyke on the other, both of which were grinning like lunatics and gently stroking his chest with their free paw, relaxing him enough to stop praying.
"What are you two doing now" he asked, mildly exasperated at them.
"Nothing you won't enjoy..." Spyke said, lining his hard 'pinehood up with the purple one's exposed rear.
"Sit tight, handsome. This is important Hunter business." the fox chimed in, doing the same on his side.
Armored started to respond, but the words caught in his throat as he realized what was about to happen, and his eyes flew open suddenly. He looked to the left and then to the right, receiving a short nod of confirmation from the Reploids there. The nods were appreciated. The thrust afterward was even more so. As one, they drove upward, bringing hard male roots to the same quivering ring and just as quickly past it in a surge that filled the bound Reploid to the utmost limits of his body, forcing him to bring his head hard into the wall behind him to open his mouth wide in a loud howl of pleasure mingled with the faintest trace of pain that would quickly subside. They held him lovingly, their muzzles dancing through his indigo fur in consoling patterns, neither moving an inch from the waist down until he accustomed himself to the double filling keeping him paralyzed. Even the dragons holding him chimed in, crooning sweetly and dancing their little tongues through his fur. After several minutes of this treatment, he heaved a heavy sigh and opened his eyes shakily, smiling at the two and giving them each a kiss on the cheek to proceed. They nodded solemnly and engaged him in a three way kiss of their own, grappling lips and tongues with each other chaotically before the fox and 'pine pulled slowly away, leaving a wispy strand of saliva bridging their muzzles to the armadillo's, each of which snapped neatly as they began thrusting him...
Spyke and Gradius moved as one to fill and empty the one between them in strong, sweeping motions that bounced him gently up and down the wall, his beautifully blue cock and balls jumping just as hard with each filling motion, until they were beset by lusty paws from the two taking him. They alternated pleasuring his 'dillo bits just as effectively as they had when they were using their muzzles, and this pleasure combined with their joint thrusting was literally driving Armored up the wall. He looked heatedly between the two panting, grunting Hunters and then rested his head back on the wall with a weak gasp to take their loving without complaint, his moans growing louder by the moment. He wanted so badly to touch them, to hold their beautiful heads to his chest while they fucked him, but his struggling against the binds only weakened his focus and let the pleasure spike through his spine until finally he snapped, his paws yanking free with a squawk of annoyance from the dragons holding them, and he did as he wanted to so badly.
Gradius and Spyke smiled warmly as a broad paw came to the backs of their heads, drawing their faces into the broad chest before them where they kissed and licked at the now screaming armadillo, who worked his fingers deeply into their fur and held on tight as he entered the longest orgasm of his life. It was simply too much for him. He felt his body waver, once the historic climax ended, only to find with a gasp of shock that he was slipping directly into another, and another, and another after that, having only enough time to think he couldn't possibly come again before his body seized up and proved him wrong. Tears leaked softly from his eyes as he slipped into his fifth and final peak, a bellow forcing itself out of his hanging open maw, previously silent from shock, and this cry was matched by similar, though muffled, sounds released into his chest. This time, the two Hunters accompanied him into the throes, feeling as if cloud nine had fallen on them.
They lay there for hours, predators and prey consolidated into a single pulsing mass, their fur splattered heavily with seed and long since dewed with the perspiration of their efforts. They probably could have lay there for hours more, but alas, there was a mission to complete. Gradius forced himself to look up, and with a soft sigh, tinged with agitation that this bliss had to eventually end, quietly mumbled to the dragons he had called that they were dismissed. He grinned hazily at the other two, whose minds sparked to functionality and tuned themselves on him as he spoke.
"Guess we should go back, huh?" was what he intended to say. But... He was interrupted in a most rude way, somewhere between 'sh' and 'ould'.
The three found themselves traveling upward in a single beam of white originated from Spyke and Gradius and then neatly assimilated them all into its luster. Armored knew it was a teleportation beam, but only Spyke and Gradius, with a panicked glance toward one another, knew where it was going. They were headed home. And they were going to have an interesting story to tell... The heap of Reploids reappeared in a tidy (for a second or two before manly liquids and sweat oozed onto the floor ^^) white room, sitting on a transponder device. The Hunters looked at each other uneasily again and slowly withdrew from Armored (as if this would make it less obvious), who gave a little gasp of dismay when the jolt of pleasure and cool air reached him, and looked around worriedly in the vain hope that their clothing had come with them. Alas, it was nowhere to be found, and they were left with only Spyke's spear between them in the way of coverage. Breath caught in throats as the door opened, and like guilty children, they looked to see whether it was mommy or daddy who had caught them.
"Are-" It was Mommy. Alia stood in the doorway with her mouth midway through the formation of a word, her eyes wide open.
Spyke chuckled nervously and responded "Uh... Hi, Alia..."
Alia closed her mouth, bit her lip, opened her mouth again, closed it, opened it again, bit her tongue, and calmly excused herself "I don't want to know. You boys get cleaned up and get ready to report to Signas. I'm going to go find the dumbest janitor mechanaloid I can to come clean this room up."
They stared at the closing door, speechless. Gradius was the first to speak, turning to the others with a grin "That was close."
Armored blinked "Wonder why she didn't get all... You know..."
Spyke shrugged "Maybe she's a closet yaoi fangirl or something."
Gradius snickered "Maybe she just wants me, so she let us off the hook."
The fox had an unfortunate meeting with the floor, after an equally unfortunate meeting with two paws. Armored and Spyke, the owners of the paws, turned to each other with a snicker and rose as one, each helping pick Gradius up and moving toward the door out. The little group made its way briskly to the Hunter showers, and after having a short kiss-brawl, forcing themselves to get serious and wash up. Paws wandered, but they were a bit too nervous still to get into it. Once clean, they changed into some spare clothes and ... Long story short, after a short wait, they were called into Signas' office to give their report. He was quite intrigued to find that a Maverick had been captured peacefully, and, more so, with the intelligence gathered and the fairly obvious plan that stemmed from it. Gradius mumbled to himself, on the way out, that it should have been obvious from the start, but his grumbling was silenced by an affectionate hug from Spyke.
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|Later|
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Spyke was laying in bed in his quarters, meditating deeply on the occurrences of the day, trying to focus on the implications made about the Maverick War, but unable to stop his thoughts from wandering fondly to the tangle with the pseudo-Maverick and Gradius. He took a deep breath in through his nose, and let a sigh out, tilting his head back as if to stare at the ceiling and closing his eyes. He heard his door buzz questioningly, indicating someone on the other side of it, and muttered a brief 'open' command to it to let them in. There was silence, but the door closed and, moments later, the bed depressed slightly and Spyke knew without looking that Gradius had entered the room and was now kneeling beside him. He looked at him with a soft smile, welcoming him in a tranquil voice.
"Hey, dear..." the porcupine said.
"Hey..." Gradius answered quietly, leaning down to plant a kiss on his cheek.
"C'mere... That was a close one", he replied, removing the paw closest to Gradius from under his head and patting the bed next to him.
Gradius happily took the invitation, smiling as he laid down "Yeah... It was. I doubt Signas would have taken us very seriously if he knew we had boinked the enemy."
Spyke nodded slowly, then turned himself towards the fox Reploid, propping himself up on his elbow, "This is true..." He says with a slight chuckle, "I can practically hear him in my mind if he found out..."
Gradius snorted a giggle into Spyke's chest, which he was nuzzling when the funny thought that he now vocalized struck "Hehe... Trying to picture it, all I can get is a chibi with a huge head...And us cowering... And for some reason Zero is poking his head in with a 'huh?' look..."
"And now you've got me thinking that, too," Spyke said, an unrestrained laughed bursting from him as he spoke, "And Alia is in the corner claiming she had no knowledge of such happenings."
"That's great," Gradius giggled, before getting serious, "But yeah... We're going after Storm Eagle tomorrow, to capture him. X and Zero are being put on standby in case we need them."
Spyke hummed thoughtfully to himself before responding, a trace of singsong in his voice "Well well... Birdy's flown the cage has he...? We'll have to ground him and teach him a lesson."
"I'd be very surprised if two hunts went that well in a row," Gradius grinned, "But yeah. This could be huge."
Spyke grinned back, "Same rules as always?"
"Of course," Gradius replied, before musingly asking no one in particular, "I wonder what we'll bet on when we end this silly war?"
"There's always Strip Poker." Spyke joked as he scooted closer and drew the fox to himself
Gradius smiled thoughtfully and tugged at Spyke to draw him atop his thin form "About these bets of ours..."
Spyke allowed himself to be relocated, with a happy sigh "Mmmm?"
"Well... I was thinking... The deal is whoever defeats the Maverick wins. I didn't even really fight Armored, but you did... So," the fox opened his eyes and looked blushingly at the 'pine atop him, his breath warming considerably, "Technically you won..."
Spyke grinned and locked his gaze with the fox's, sensing the suggestion laced into the simple declaration, and feeling the more blatant one of legs wrapping around his waist afterward "What a sly little fox. Well, I guess it's only right that I take," He asserted, letting emphasis rest on that word, "What's mine..."
"And I'm yours... So please, take me." Gradius whispered back with a happy shiver.
Spyke noted that the usual giddiness that accompanied Gradius sexual advances was gone, replaced by a tender sort of seriousness that his lover picked up on, smiling warmly at his blushing fox before the beautiful face was lost, burying itself in his chest as he pressed his pays flat on the bed for purchase and pushed into the warm rear he was offered, whispering "I intend to" hotly just before he did so in a voice that made the fox positively burn. They made tender love there in the dim glow of the single light that was left half-on, Spyke gently, evenly filling the beautiful writhing figure below. Their shadows mingled on the wall, and their soft moans, exchanged with the most sincere affection, echoed throughout the chamber, punctuated by the occasional sudden crescendo of a particularly pleasured cry, and laced throughout with the melody of the hot, lusty breathing of two lovers. Gradius melted even before he was entered, and remained in such a state all through it, after it, and would a good deal into the morning when they woke up in one another's arms. And after they whispered their affection to each other, and rose to face the day, the feeling would sometimes resurfaced, when by chance Spyke brushed against him or locked eyes, and he felt in those moments that the feeling was shared. He felt it as they entered the final chamber what was to be their final mission, and during its conclusion... But that is another day, another bet, and a new era. I won't sully this night with talk of the future. Perhaps that tale can be told another day...
Goodnight, boys...
--Alia; Secret Log 324-4152 Beta. 2-14-21XX.