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How Fox Really Escaped the Lightfoots

For bbbuuu

By Draconicon

It wasn't the first time a planet's natives had tied him up, but it was the first time that he had been completely alone when they'd done it. Fox McCloud looked side to side, staring at his tied-up wrists, and looked towards the heavens. No sign of any Arwings coming down to save him this time, though he hadn't really expected it, considering how tied up the rest of the team was up in atmosphere.

"Would be the one time that I get stuck down here..."

"Shut up, stin-king mammal!"

The Lightfoot that had been assigned as his guard growled at him, but Fox hardly noticed. It wasn't like that was the first time that that had happened, either. He chuckled to himself, thinking his way forward.

Okay, no blaster, no staff, no nothing at the moment. All of the Lightfoot think that I'm a thief, and they're selling me off to the Sharpclaw to get a little relief from raids...not that it's gonna work, but can't blame them for thinking that.

Did mean that he needed to get out of the village soon, though. When General Scales showed up, he was going to be bringing a fair bit of men behind him, or he didn't know the big dino at all. Fox was good in a fight, but he wasn't going to risk himself when he was that outnumbered.

Which meant that he needed to get his guard to let him free.

He looked the Lightfoot over. Unlike the chief's guard, Musclefoot, this one - named Nall - looked like he was probably the runt of a litter. Not that strong, not that big, and only really threatening because Fox was tied up and unarmed, while the dinosaur had a spear to his name. Hell, the spear probably wouldn't have been that bad if he'd at least had his arms free.

While he was thinking, Nall turned his way again. It was only for a moment, and the Lightfoot looked away as soon as Fox noticed that he was staring, but it was enough for him to get the picture.

Those eyes going up and down his body, the way that they rested along his hips, the way that the dinosaur had an ever so slight tent in the front of his loincloth: it all added up to one obvious conclusion. Nall probably hadn't been getting any action, and he was tempted by the prisoner.

Fox groaned.

Why is everyone always interested in my ass?

Then again, considering what Falco and he had done in the past, he wasn't entirely opposed. He just...wished it were under better circumstances.

"Hey."

The Lightfoot whipped his head back up, lowering the point of the spear at Fox's chest.

"I said, be quiet. Stin-king mammal needs to keep mouth shut."

"Well, what if I was opening it for something else?"

The dinosaur hesitated, and it took a second for Fox to get why. Right. He was speaking through a translator, which didn't get the idioms of a language very well. Expressions and euphemisms really didn't work well through those.

He tried again.

"I'd be willing to give you a bit of a suck if you were willing to help me loose."

This time, the dinosaur seemed to get it. At least, at first; then the spear came closer, nearly cutting through Fox's jacket as the Lightfoot leaned even closer.

"What this suck, hmm? This some trick?"

"Oh for the love of..."

Fox groaned, gritting his teeth as he realized that he'd have to just say it flat out. Dancing around the bush wasn't going to cut it with this guy, and he didn't have the time to waste trying to find the euphemism that the machine would accept.

"I'll give you a blowjob. I'll suck your dick. I'll play with your cock if you let me out of here."

Each different way of saying it made his cheeks burn all the hotter, but at least it finally got through to the light-scaled dinosaur. He pulled back, tossing his spear back and forth between his short arms, shifting from one large foot to another. The dino looked away, then back at him again.

"Fox will run?"

"Yeah. I'll run."

"Not talk about how you got free?"

Fox shook his head. No point, really, and he doubted that the tribe would believe him anyway. Even if they did, it would just land them in the punishment pits together, or get them both stabbed to death. Maybe even both sold off to Scales for all he knew, and he wasn't going to wish that sort of punishment on anyone.

After another moment of hesitation, Nall finally stepped forward. The ropes around Fox's wrists were adjusted, pulling him down to his knees. He opened his mouth, offering his tongue to the dino, and just like that, Nall pressed forward.

He tasted the loincloth first, the leathery covering almost enough to keep the taste of musky dick away, but that didn't last long. Soon, the Lightfoot brushed it aside, and the slender but long cock of the dinosaur pushed down his throat. He gagged softly, groaning as it pushed all the way to the back of his muzzle, almost sliding into his throat on the second thrust. He couldn't even pull back, leaving him tasting the whole thing.

"Yes, fox is good cock-sucker. Good. He likes it?"

There was no way that the space-pilot was going to answer that one. He just kept his mouth shut, sucking slowly, gently working his tongue back and forth. It was a lot stronger than the guys that he had played with in the academy and a hell of a lot longer than Falco had been. The dino had to be packing at least nine inches, though most of that was, thankfully, pretty thin.

It was just that rounded bit at the base. It wasn't a knot, but rather some sort of swelling that just locked the cock from coming further out of the dino's slit. He tried not to stare, but fuck, it was big. He was not looking forward to that part pushing any deeper.

Nall started thrusting away, gradually burying his bone in the fox's muzzle. Fox did his best to keep swallowing, trying not to think about what he was doing, but it was harder to do that when he was getting his lips and nose ground up against crotch scales that felt like they hadn't been washed in a while.

In and out, in and out that cock went until it finally prodded something in the back of his throat. Fox grunted, swallowed -

"Mmmph!"

And had his neck penetrated, the tip of that long cock finally sliding in. He groaned, sputtering, sucking, swallowing desperately to keep from losing it. Nall held himself there for almost thirty seconds before pulling all the way out again, and Fox had to gasp for breath, his head hanging forward.

"Stop...stop...break..."

"No, no break. Already close."

"Can't breathe...Small break..."

"No, need to finish now."

Fox yelped as he was pulled back up, turned around on the cross that he'd been tied to. It didn't take long for the dinosaur to pull his pants down, his fuzzy butt suddenly exposed to the warm swamp air. His eyes went wide as he felt a dick rubbing up and down between his ass cheeks, nudging at him.

"Oh, you have got to be -"

"Let me in, stin-king fox!"

Thrust, and the dinosaur was in. If it wasn't for the fact that he'd lubed Nall up with the blowjob, if it wasn't for the fact that the Lightfoot was as thin-dicked as he was, Fox was sure that his ass would have been ripped up. As it was, he was sore, but there was still...something behind it. Something that nudged his prostate, something that kicked his lust back in, much as he didn't want to think of his captor that way.

But still, it was hard to think of anything else as Nall leaned in, humping away at his ass. Fox's tail instinctively went off to the side, keeping himself exposed and open to the bigger male, biting his lips to keep from moaning. Nall was doing enough of that for both of them, in all honesty.

Hump, hump, hump went the big dinosaur, ramming himself in hard and fast. Fox could feel the pre Nall was leaking adding to the lubrication that they both needed, his cheeks burning as his cock started hardening in the front of his pants. He was doing his best not to let it get to him, but -

"Nnngh...yeah...close..."

"Then get it done..."

Fox tried to keep a straight face as he was fucked hard from behind, in, out, in, out, the Lightfoot's speed ramping up, his cock slamming in all the way. He could feel it in his gut, almost like it was punching him from behind, but it was still a good feeling. A very, very good feeling.

In and out, in and out -

"Mmmph!"

The Lightfoot slammed in one last time, leaning against the pilot and pinning him to the cross. Fox squirmed, the air crushed from his lungs in one fell swoop, and he coughed, sputtering, gasping as he flailed.

Eventually, Nall pulled out, the dino's seed still oozing out of Fox's ass, dripping down his thighs and his balls. Nall dropped his loincloth down again, chuckling.

"Was good. Now, 'stay' there..."

The dino walked off, whistling, while Fox fondled the knife that he'd managed to steal off the guard in the middle of their fuck. It had to be noticed, but they had made a deal. At least Nall had honored that part of it.

Now to get out of here before anyone else wants to make a deal....

The End