{"sf1_id":17584,"sf2_id":"eNb5g79e","title":"Star Fox Continuum: Day 1","author":"Neiko","words":8876,"posted_at":"2007-01-17T09:03:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","M/M","Oral","Sci-Fi","Threesome","Various Species","Wrestling"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/17584-star-fox-continuum-day-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/eNb5g79e","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=17584\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \nDISCLAIMER: This is a fan-fiction written about the universe surrounding the  \ngame 'Star Fox' and other related games. I do not own this universe, nor any  \nof the characters residing within this universe. All these characters are  \ncopyright by Nintendo.  \nWARNING: This story contains explicit homosexual content. If this disgusts  \nyou, or if you are deemed too young by the laws in your area to read this kind  \nof material, then please do not read further.  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \nStar Fox Continuum : Day 1  \n  \n  \nSix months have passed since Fox McCloud, assisted by his team of  \nmercenaries, defeated Andross at Venom. Since then, the four members of the  \nteam have been resting comfortably, and trying to go about their lives in  \npeace. For Star Fox, however, there's never a dull moment.  \n  \nFrom a second-floor outdoor patio in a restaurant in Corneria, Bill  \nGrey waves to a red and white-furred fox making his way through the crowd. As  \nhe yells out the fox's name, that fox's slightly larger ears perk up, and he  \nlooks around for a moment until he finally finds the source of the calling  \nvoice. He waves back to his old academy buddy, and rushes into the restaurant  \nas quickly as his legs can carry him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox ignores the waiter-bot attempting to show him to a seat, and heads  \nright up the stairs to see Bill. He hadn't seen the husky since their battles  \nin the war against Andross, and this time to relax with the dog is quite  \nwelcome.  \n  \nAs Bill sees the fox coming, he kicks out the chair opposite him, his  \nusual laid-back attitude showing in every move he makes. He takes another  \nlong look at the fox, noticing the different clothing he'd worn today. Must  \nbe a REAL vacation for Fox to give up that green pilot's outfit and that silly  \nvest of his. The fox looks to be in casual mode today, wearing an almost  \nfur-tight green shirt and loose looking tan pants. The pants seem to be the  \nsame material as the usual space uniform, though these are obviously not meant  \nto be used in the same situations.  \n  \nFox's body, what Bill could see of it, at least, looks a little more  \ntoned than when they were in the academy together. Must've happened while the  \nfox was out saving the system. Only a slight definition in the fox's abs  \ncould be seen, but Bill knew from experience that those muscles were indeed  \ndefined enough. The lighter white fur around that area seems to hide them  \nwell, but the some-what tight shirt covering Fox's features left much less to  \nquestion. The rest of him shows about the same build, fair, but not over-  \nbearing. And as always, that big, fluffy tail keeps on swaying behind him,  \noften coming close to brushing against a few of the other customers as the fox  \nwalks. Bill always did have a thing for the way that tail looked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox takes his seat across from his best friend, noticing with slight  \namusement that the husky's eyes give him a pretty long once over. His casual  \nlook must've caught his friend's interest, though anything casual would catch  \nthe interest of that canine. He could see that Bill hadn't bothered to wear  \nanything special, not that he'd expected it in the first place. Over his  \nchest, the grey husky wears a simple black tank-top, covering down to just  \nabove his waist-line. Beneath that, a loose pair of pants of the same color  \ncover his legs, leaving just the smallest line of grey fur showing around his  \nmid-section. The fur around his stomach, Fox both notices, and remembers, is  \nslightly lighter, and softer to the touch, though that part is completely by  \nmemory.  \n  \nBill feels a similar moment of pride as his best friend checks him  \nover, neither catching the other, but they both know. Bill speaks up first.  \n\"About time ya got here. You're twenty minutes late. I was about to order  \nwithout ya.\"  \n  \nFox just cracks up, laughing so hard that a few of the guests around  \nthem scowl a moment, before realizing they're scowling at the savior of their  \nsolar system, and going back to their meals. \"Bill, you always were a joker!  \nYou've been late to everywhere we've EVER gone since our days back in the  \nacademy! I figured I'd just give you a taste of your own medicine this time.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bill just smirks, reaching up to the table and sliding a menu over  \nFox's way. \"Whatever, I get where I'm goin' in my own time. Now pick out  \nsomethin' to eat, I'm starvin'!\"  \n  \nThe next time the waiter-bot comes over, Bill looks over at Fox, and  \ngets an affirmative nod before those eyes duck back down behind the menu. The  \nhusky looks up at the bot and nods, \"Gimme a rabbit-meat soup lunch special.  \nJust tell the chef it's for Bill, he'll know the rest.\" The bot's eye-lights  \nblink on and off again in affirmative, then the metallic face turns to Fox.  \n  \nThe fox blinks at the quiet around him, then looks up and acts  \nsurprised, \"Oh, uh... lemme have this roasted fen dinner.\"  \n  \nThe bot blinks it's eyes in affirmative, then reaches out with skinny  \nmetallic arms, and takes their menus. It turns without a sound, and walks  \nseamlessly toward the kitchen area.  \n  \nFox watches as it goes, then turns back to the table, catching the  \nhusky across from him looking a bit too long. He grins a bit, even as Bill  \nseems to simply shrug it off. Fox picks up the drink he hadn't even noticed  \nwas there before. He knows what it is instantly. \"All this time, and you  \nstill remember my favorite drink?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bill smirks at Fox, taking a sip of his own drink. \"It's not like you  \ndidn't drink enough of it when we were in the academy.\"  \n  \nFox takes a healthy gulp of the delicious fluid, soda given the flavor  \nof a type of berry native to Corneria. He sets down the glass, and chuckles  \nsoftly, \"Hey, I had plenty of restraint.\"  \n  \nThe husky has to laugh at this. \"Restraint?! Do you even remember  \nthe night me and a few of the other boys in the academy swapped your usual  \nsoda with Cornerian wine?\"  \n  \nAfter a moment of deep thought, Fox smirks and shrugs, \"So what? It  \ntasted great, from what I DO remember.\"  \n  \nA soft chuckle escapes the husky's muzzle, \"You were just begging me  \nto go down on you that night.\"  \n  \nNow Fox's eyes shoot wide open, and he looks around to see if anyone  \nheard that. Bill had said it pretty quietly, but he still didn't like the  \nidea of anyone around here finding out about him. \"Hey Bill, come on. We're  \nin public here...\"  \n  \nThe dog just shrugs, lifting up a booted foot-paw and rubbing it  \nagainst the side of Fox's leg, much to the fox's shock. \"Calm down. No one  \ncan see anything, and no one heard me. These are long tablecloths, and  \neveryone else is talking amongst themselves. No worries about giving away  \nyour 'secret identity'.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bill lowers his boot from Fox's leg, just as the waiter-bot walks back  \nover and serves them their meal. \"Bonne appetite.\" The waiter-bot's pre-  \nrecorded message spouts, before the bot turns around and heads over to another  \ntable.  \n  \nBill reaches for a spoon, as Fox tears off a leg of the roasted fen.  \nFox feels glad for the distraction of food, as any more of that boot would  \nhave made it quite painful to stay sitting like this. After a few bites, he  \nmanages to forget about Bill and all the wild times they'd had, and focuses on  \nlunch.  \n  \nIn twenty minutes, the fen on fox's plate had been reduced to mere  \nbones, and Bill's soup bowl had a tiny puddle of broth left in the bottom.  \nThe comfortable silence during the meal was beginning to lose its comfort.  \nAfter taking a long drink, Bill speaks up, \"Hey Fox...\"  \n  \nFox looks up at Bill with a questioning look on his brow, \"What's up,  \nBill?\"  \n  \nThe husky seems to look a little sad, though he doesn't let it show  \nmore than a second before his usually relaxed face returns. \"Let's head back  \nto your place, alright? I need to talk to ya, and this ain't the right  \nplace.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox nods the affirmative almost immediately, \"Yeah, sure. How did...\"  \n  \nBefore Fox can say another word, Bill cuts in, \"We'll take my air-car.  \nShould get us there in reasonable time. You live in the same place as before  \nthe war?\" Fox nods to his friend, as both stand up. Bill just smiles back to  \nhim, \"Alright, let's get going.\" Both friends race out of the restaurant,  \nnearly knocking over a waiter-bot and a few other customers as they head down  \nto the parking area. The pair each hop over their respective doors, and Bill  \ninserts his control card, activating the car and sending them up into the  \nskies, heading directly for Fox's place.  \n  \n  \n- - - - -  \n  \n  \nInside the hangar of the Great Fox, Slippy Toad works tirelessly at  \ntuning up his arwing. He'd been working all week on the other three, making  \nsure they've all been kept in tip-top shape by their pilots. Which obviously  \nwasn't the case. Slippy shakes his head, thinking to himself, 'How can they  \nall say they're the best pilots in the world when their arwings come back  \nlooking like that?' With a shrug, he goes back to working on his, making sure  \nthe inductor coils connect just right, that the all the wires and connections  \ngo to the right places. Just routine maintenance for him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; About twenty minutes into his maintenance procedures, he starts  \nthinking about the beautiful way his arwing will fly once he's done working on  \nit. The elegant way it soars through the sky, engines making that beautiful  \nhigh-pitched spinning sound, then kicking it into turbo gear and feeling the  \nresonance creep from the bottom of his spine up to his chest. That steady  \nvibration sending shocks of pleasure right to his groin. Nothing else could  \nsound or feel so sweet...  \n  \nAbout then, the frog comes out of his reverie. He shakes his head,  \nand quickly removes the hand that had been rubbing along the front of his  \nmechanic's overalls. He'd have to stop thinking like that in public... even  \nif the only public around here is robots and the like. He goes back to his  \nwork, wondering idly when he'll next be able to feel that gentle rumbling from  \nhis cockpit.  \n  \n  \n- - - - -  \n  \n  \nPeppy Hare had chosen a quieter area of Corneria to live. Not too far  \naway from the rest of the group, but enough to give him a little privacy. He  \nknows he's getting old now, not flying as well as he used to, not reacting as  \nquickly or as well as he could remember. Though he'd once been the second  \nbest pilot on the Star Fox team, next to James McCloud himself, he'd begun to  \nloose his touch, and the three younger pilots were now surpassing him. But  \nPeppy's been able to take all this in good spirits. He'd already been part of  \nthe Star Fox team for a great number of years now, and he's proud to have  \nserved under both of the McClouds. Of course, things were different in the  \ndays when James lead the team, but one could expect changes to take place when  \na new generation comes in.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Some things, Peppy mused, would never change. Fox and James have so  \nmuch in common. Both rash and a little too hard-headed for their own good,  \nbut good enough in an arwing to get things done when they got into trouble.  \nWell... ALMOST good enough. Neither one of them are perfect... or were  \nperfect. James had thought he could take on Andross alone, but that thought  \nhad brought about his own demise. It was a sad truth, but he'd managed to get  \nover it in time. Fox himself had succeeded where his father couldn't, and  \nthat's quite the accomplishment in Peppy's eyes.  \n  \nEver since James had died, Peppy had taken Fox in as his adopted son.  \nFox had no quarrels with this, as he'd been around Peppy ever since he was a  \nlittle boy. Fox's mother, James's wife, had died during Fox's birth. The  \nchild had been left in the care of a few of James's friends while the elder  \nfox went off to fight for the army, and he wasn't the only one. That's where  \nthe fox met Falco. The bird had some serious ego problems, but his piloting  \nskills were top class. Only Fox could hope to contend with him. And contend  \nthey did.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Peppy's mind heads back to the day when James died. He'd had to  \nevacuate from Venom without his long time friend and companion, and that was  \nwhat hurt the most. He didn't see Pigma as the root of all of their problems.  \nThe pig had never been all that great of a companion, but back in those days,  \nhe was their mechanic. His skills with tune-ups and the like could be likened  \nto Slippy's today. Still, he knew the pig had to have felt inferior to James  \nand he, being the worst pilot on the team. They'd saved his butt more often  \nthan they could count, but he was just as useful as either of them with his  \nmechanical prowess. Still, it was only a matter of time before his wounded  \nego struck out. Peppy figured their capture on Venom would have been the  \nperfect opportunity.  \n  \nWhen he finally made it back home, he could remember the look on Fox's  \nface. The confusion about why it was Peppy in front of him, and not his  \nfather James. Fox, by that time, was fifteen, and almost old enough to enter  \nthe academy, which he'd planned to do from the very start. James's death only  \nrushed that decision. He remembered how Fox had tried his best not to cry,  \nbut how he eventually couldn't help it. In a rare moment of compassion, his  \nlife-long friend takes him in his arms and holds him. Peppy had decided to  \nlet Fox stay with Falco for a few days, as he knew the bird would be better at  \ncomforting his friend than an old, war-hardened hare could ever hope to be. A  \nfew days later, Fox joined Peppy in his home. It only lasted for a few days.  \nFox slipped out of his apartment one night, and headed over to the recruitment  \ncenters, to join on as a cadet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Peppy hadn't been mad. It was obvious the fox wanted revenge, and if  \nhe were anything like James, which he was, nothing an old hare could say would  \nstop him.  \n  \nPeppy then lets his mind revert to James again. They'd formed the  \nStar Fox team about a year after James and he had graduated from the academy.  \nJames was only married for a year before his wife died, and it had been a  \ndevastating loss, but Peppy had been able to bring him back out of it. Ever  \nsince then, James and Peppy were never seen apart. In many ways, it looked as  \nthough James had replaced his wife with his best friend. It was more true  \nthan some people wanted to believe.  \n  \nThey always kept their matters private, never letting on to anyone,  \neven Pigma couldn't have had a clue as to what was going on. To be sure,  \nJames had needed a lot of re-assurance after his wife's death, and his son's  \nfosterization, but Peppy was sure to always be there for him. The hare always  \nhelped James with whatever problems came up from his wife's loss. And that  \nmeans all of them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Peppy thinks back about all the times they'd satisfied each other's  \nneeds. The fox had an insatiable sex-drive, and usually the only thing that  \nkept him from jumping Peppy's bones were their constant slew of missions to  \nget done. Of course, having an automated pilot for the Great Fox left plenty  \nof time between flights to get things done.  \n  \nAnd Peppy had thought he had a high sex-drive. James wouldn't leave  \nhim alone whenever they had spare time. It was a good thing they had locks  \nput on their rooms, otherwise Pigma probably would have caught on a long time  \nago.  \n  \nThe last time they were together, as could be expected, was the day  \nbefore their mission to infiltrate Venom. He was thirty-five at the time, as  \nwas James, though the fox was in much better shape than he was. As he thinks  \nback about how James looked that day, his furry hand slides down over the  \nslight bulge in his pants.  \n  \nJames had worn a thin black shirt, with a red vest over it that  \nmatched his fur perfectly. How he'd ever found it, Peppy'll never know. His  \npants were a common space variety, made of a relatively thin material that was  \nstill dense enough to keep its owner warm in almost any condition. Of course,  \nwithout the part that covers the upper body, it was more of a fashion  \nstatement than anything functional, but that was completely fine with Peppy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The hare lays in his favorite reclining chair, undoing the clasp of  \nhis pants as he imagines himself doing exactly the same thing laying on his  \nown bed in the Great Fox, with James looking down at him. He could see in his  \nmind how the fox would smile at him with that confident smirk. He would watch  \nwith admiration as James's vest was shrugged from his shoulders, his shirt  \nsoon sure to follow it. Peppy slipped his paw under his shirt, both in the  \ndream world and reality, rising a bit from his chair (or the bed) to shed it  \ncompletely, leaving his slightly rotund body open to James's eyes. He always  \nknew the fox loved the view, and it turned him on immensely.  \n  \nHe watches now as James slips his thumbs into the elastic material of  \nthe pants, sliding them down his body. Peppy would always laugh at his choice  \nof underwear, funny little light-blue boxers with pictures of cute little  \nfoxes all over them. James was a true free-spirit, that's for sure. In his  \nminds eye, he sees himself five years younger, and with a bit less weight,  \nsliding his own pants from his hips. Back in his reclining chair, he mimics  \nthese motions, slipping them down until they bunch up at his feet, then  \nremoving them completely. He could remember the underwear he'd had on, black  \nexcept for the white elastic band, a normal pair of colors for his grey fur.  \nHe'd worn a white pair today, but his eyes were closed, focused on a time  \nyears ago.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He felt James's eyes all over him, and his were all over the fox,  \nlooking at the sexy way his red fur turned into black around his hands and  \nfeet. His own fur was somewhat like the fox's, mostly one color except for  \nthe fluffy white of his front. Only difference being that James's fur was  \norangish red, and his grey. Finally, the fox moved forward, the scene  \nreplaying itself as though it had happened yesterday. He watched as James  \nkneeled on the bed first, while Peppy was running one hand over his front. He  \ndoes the same thing to his body now, grinning a bit as the fox rubs along his  \nleg, then begins to tug at it. That was James's 'subtle' way of asking him to  \nspread them. None of the McClouds have ever been known for subtlety, it  \nseems.  \n  \nRegardless, he quietly obeys, and watches as James lowers himself onto  \nthe bed, one of the middle-aged fox's legs sliding between his own. Peppy  \nspreads his legs in the chair, imagining the way that soft fox fur felt along  \nhis inner thighs. As he looked up, the rest of the fox was lowering onto him,  \nand he could easily tell what the fox wanted.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; What the fox did next wasn't part of their usual ritual, but Peppy  \nwasn't about to stop him. Lips touched to lips, and James was kissing him.  \nThey almost never did that, but it felt right at the time. Maybe James just  \nneeded reassurance, because of the dangerous mission about to take place. In  \nhis memory, Peppy's arms surrounded the fox. James's fingers slipped beneath  \nthe elastic of his underwear, rubbing at his thigh, then over his thickening  \nsheath.  \n  \nPeppy's hand serves as a proper replacement back in reality, and as he  \nlicks his lips in remembrance of that wonderful kiss, he rubs along his groin  \nwith his right hand, feeling his firming rabbit cock stirring inside his pure  \nwhite sheath. Then, in his mind, James broke the kiss. The look in his eyes  \nwas thankful for allowing him such a treat. James then dismounted Peppy's  \nleg, and began removing the rabbit's underwear. As the last shred of clothing  \nwas pulled from his body in his mind, Peppy removed his underwear in the  \nphysical world as well, finally leaving his groin open to the air of the room.  \nJames's hand went right back, and so did his, stroking, moving slowly, then  \ndown again, spreading his legs. Peppy obliged, very willingly, then watched  \nas his squad leader and best friend removed his own boxers. The sight of the  \nother male completely nude had Peppy ready for more in a second, and the  \nmemory still has the same reaction on him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then James moved between Peppy's legs, letting his entire body rest  \ndown against the rabbit again. They exchanged a few words then, James's  \nworries about the next day, Peppy trying to reassure him, telling him  \neverything would turn out just fine as always. It's sometimes a little sad to  \nthink that he'd been completely wrong, but the thought didn't stay long  \ntonight. What came next interested him more. As Peppy inches his left hand  \ndown between his spread legs, James in his mind slides his body down slowly.  \nPeppy can remember feeling the thickness of the fox's shaft as it slid down  \nfrom next to his, finally low enough to fall from his groin, only for James to  \npress back up again, and let the tip of it contact that little pucker right  \nabove his tail. As he imagines James making those little teasing pushes with  \nhis hips he always loved, his own fingers stroke down between his legs, his  \nindex finger pressing against a ready and waiting little hole, feeling a bit  \nof the slickness from his sweat as he moves that finger up and down over his  \nready entrance.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His knees lift up, both in reality and his memory, making his tight  \nhole just that much more reachable, Peppy's right hand moving over his crotch  \nwith increasing speed as his left starts pressing with that finger. Pausing  \nthe fantasy in his mind, he brings his finger up, and puts it into his mouth,  \nsucking on it until it becomes soaked with saliva. He replaces it,  \nremembering how much fluid James always produced, which always made it easier  \nfor him to enter Peppy like this. With a jump and a gasp in both realities, a  \nwarm thickness enters the rabbit, and pushes inward. Peppy imagines the  \nfullness he felt all those years ago, substituted so poorly now, but well  \nenough for his memory.  \n  \nAs James starts moving back and forth inside him, he moves his finger  \nmore slowly than the picture in his mind. Instead, most of his concentration  \ngoes to his now very slick rabbit cock. In both realities, his breath comes  \nheavily and deeply, with moans intermingled now and then. In his mind, he  \nwraps his legs around James as the fox starts to move more quickly,  \nremembering with love that expression of effort and energy on James's face as  \nhe drove himself into and out of his tight rear. Peppy's hand starts moving  \nmuch more quickly, moans coming more easily as he nears that final release,  \nwatching in his mind as James nears the same mind-blowing end.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With a jolt to his pleasure-centers, he feels the first healthy spurt  \nof thick cream onto his completely white belly fur. He can see James's look  \nof absolute pleasure as the fox made sure to fill him, this time he hadn't  \ntied with Peppy, though, for some reason or another. After a moment, he felt  \nhis climax fade, as well as his vision of James. He remembers well how the  \nrest of that night went, a great deal of talking, and at the end of it, James  \nhad asked Peppy to take care of his son if he didn't make it back. That  \nstatement replaying always brought tears to the aging rabbit's eyes, no matter  \nhow many times he thought about it. But he quickly recovers, knowing how well  \nthings had seemed to turn out for Fox even without his father's guidance.  \n  \n'No...' Peppy thought with a hearty smile, '...he's got a father's  \nguidance. I loved James as much as anyone, and I love Fox as much as James  \ndid too.' He lays back, placing his hands in his lap, and noticing how messy  \nhe's become. He'll have to take a shower again. Slowly, he puts the  \nreclining chair back to its usual configuration, and heads to his bathroom  \nwith thoughts of that sunglasses-wearing fox still in his mind.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n- - - - -  \n  \n  \nThe last member of the Star Fox team, Falco Lombardi, has had a lot of  \nthinking to do lately. His crush on Fox McCloud was getting tougher and  \ntougher to hide behind his attitude. Sure, his attitude has been a part of  \nhim since he was a child, but so has been his admiration for Fox. They did  \ngrow up together, in the same neighborhood on Corneria. Fox had been living  \nwith a friend of his family, though. Falco had been forced to live in the  \norphanage until he was old enough to enter the academy. Even being a year  \nolder than fox didn't keep them from signing up for the academy in the same  \nyear. Fox was too young, but because of his father, no one asked questions.  \nStill, he'd always known fox would take over the Star Fox team, and he knew he  \nwas a dead-ringer for the second position.  \n  \nOnce Star Fox had taken form again, they became exactly what James  \nMcCloud had made the group out to be: mercenaries with a leaning toward the  \nside of good. The arrangement had always worked well. Fox, Falco, and the  \nrest of the team could always get things done.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Of course, Falco always thought he was better at flying than Fox. And  \nhe made sure to remind Fox of the fact at least once a mission. Falco had  \nalways believed that without him, the entire team would fall apart. Fox may  \nbe a good leader, but he'd never beat the blue falcon's flying ability.  \n  \nMore than his competitive nature, he'd always seen Fox as truly  \ncharismatic. Even if the flying aspect were won by Falco, the bird knew he'd  \nprobably never lead the team. Fox was, and still is, the best there is at  \nthat. \"Too much charisma for his own damn good...\" Falco thought. His  \nemotions swirl as he tries to decide how to get Fox to recognize his  \nattraction. He can't tell the fox, no amount of his pride is going to allow  \nthat. Maybe he could just try being nice to him for a change and see if Fox  \nreacts at all.  \n  \nFiguring he'd better start right away, as he never knew when the team  \nwould be called out again, Falco strips down swiftly and hops into the shower,  \nintent on visiting Fox within the hour.  \n  \n  \n- - - - -  \n  \n  \nFox and Bill arrive back at Fox's apartment shortly, which isn't as  \nlarge as Peppy's, as the rabbit decided to live a little better than the rest  \nof them. Fox likes his small apartment. It makes him feel normal again, not  \nsome hero, just plain old Fox. He knows Bill will always see him in just that  \nway. It's the bond that they share. Bill takes a seat on Fox's sofa as the  \nfox gets a drink for each of them. Soda for the fox, and some sweet and  \nslightly bitter berry juice for Bill. The husky always did have a thing for  \nsugar. He sits down right next to his old academy buddy, the two already  \nlocked in conversation.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bill eyes his friend curiously, \"So, have ya hooked up with that Falco  \nfella yet?\"  \n  \nFox almost chokes on his drink, which gets a laugh out of Bill. Fox  \nswallows it down laboredly, and sputters, \"What?! That pompous jerk? I don't  \nneed someone with an ego bigger than his brain.\"  \n  \nThe husky gives him a sly sideways look. \"Don't gimme that, Fox, you  \nknow I've got better eyes. You've been thinkin' a' him since before I knew  \nya.\"  \n  \n\"Bill...\" Fox starts, then halts himself. \"You don't understand.  \nI've got a reputation to keep up if Falco's ever gonna listen to me in battle.  \nIf he knows he can push his luck and get away with it, he'll do it. I can't  \nrisk losing one of my greatest pilots, even if it means fore-going a  \npotentially happy life. Falco's got a natural talent that I'll never find  \nanywhere else. Even I sometimes wonder how he and I compare, but I know I've  \nstill got the upper-hand. At least... as long as I keep saying that, he'll  \npush himself to become better than me. Right now, it's a win-win deal. If I  \ndo anything differently, I might lose.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bill just looks at his friend, concerned, but understanding. \"Damn...  \ncomplicated, huh Fox? How do you really feel?\"  \n  \nFox looks at him, seeing the understanding in Bill's eyes. This was  \nwhy they'd become such good friends in the academy. \"You know already, Bill.  \nI've always been the competitive type, and Falco brings out that side in me.  \nMaybe he's got an ego as big as Zoness... but that ego keeps the both of us in  \ntop condition. Combined, we'd be unstoppable. But we've never been able to  \nwork together like that. It's always a competition.\"  \n  \nFox pauses for a long moment, and takes a decent chug of his soda.  \n\"What I'm saying, is that that competition is both the spark of my love for  \nthe big feather-duster, and the very thing holding us apart.\"  \n  \nBill takes a long drink too, listening to Fox openly. He thinks to  \nhimself, 'That's quite a dilemma, to be sure, but Fox has dealt with worse  \nstuff.' He speaks after a moment of quiet, \"Hey, don't sweat it, Fox. You've  \nhad worse, right? Gotta allow for the good with the bad. One of these days,  \nthe bird'll open up.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox nods, and laughs, \"Just hope he never catches me sneaking peeks at  \nhim in the Great Fox showers.\"  \n  \nBill laughs, and shakes his head, \"You're horrible, Fox. Ya know,  \nthat's how I first found out about ya. For a fox, you sure can't sneak around  \nvery well.\"  \n  \nThe fox lets a little grin slip onto his muzzle, \"Yeah, well it's  \ntough to stay silent when I'm watching a sexy dog like you rubbin' all over.  \nWas it the heavy-breathing?\"  \n  \nBill shakes his head again, \"Nah, yer toe claws clicked on the floor.  \nYa must'a been too excited to notice.\" He arches his eye-brows suggestively,  \nthen takes another drink.  \n  \nWithout a second thought, Fox puts a hand on Bill's leg. \"Yeah, you  \nhad a great body back then. Too bad you let go after you entered the  \nair-force.\"  \n  \nFox finds his hand batted away, followed by a quick and forceful  \nhead-lock. \"What'd ya say, Fox? Don' think I heard ya right!\"  \n  \nFox gets his hand clutched onto the arm around his neck, pulling it  \ndown enough to breath. He strains out, \"Heh... said you're gettin' out of  \nshape... with your old age.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And with that, Bill lets him go, pushing the fox onto the floor in  \nfront of the sofa. Thankfully Fox always left that area open, liking to have  \nhis space. \"Alright, let's go. Strip down.\"  \n  \nThe fox gets up, to see Bill already removing his pants, he lets his  \neyes linger around those sexy and relatively thin black cloth undies before  \ntaking off his own shirt, \"What're you planning, Bill?\"  \n  \nTo add emphasis to his intent, Bill starts doing a few stretches in  \nfront of the sofa. Fox can't help but watch as the husky turns around,  \nspreading his legs wide and bending down. The sight of that tail up high, and  \nthe bulge in the front of the husky's underwear making his own sheath start to  \nreact. Bill speaks up and shakes Fox's eyes loose of the erotic sight.  \n\"We're gonna wrestle, see which one of us has REALLY let go after leaving the  \nacademy. Everything but the underwear goes.\"  \n  \nFox removes his shirt, looking at Bill oddly. \"Bill, you know I was  \nbetter with a blaster than hand to hand combat anyway.\"  \n  \nBill has to laugh at that. \"Would you rather have a duel to see which  \nof us has better aim?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox smirks, continuing to undress, getting boots and socks and pants  \nin quick succession, \"Alright, you made your point. But you could always pin  \nme with both arms behind your back, what's this supposed to prove?\"  \n  \nAnd at this, Bill stands up, turning to look at Fox as the other does  \nhis own stretching routine, licking his lips at the sight of the sexy fox-tail  \nflowing slowly up in the air. He answers once he regains his brain power, \"  \nWhat it'll prove is that I haven't lost any of that. I'm gonna enjoy showing  \nyou how I've been doing the past year.\"  \n  \nFox stands up, looking limber and ready to go. Of course, he knows he  \nhas no chance against Bill in a wrestling match. The husky gets down, one  \nknee to the floor, and one hand on the ground. Fox takes an identical pose,  \nhis fluffy tail waving behind him as the husky's tail wags back and forth in  \nenjoyment. Bill grins, and reaches back, and snaps the elastic of his tight  \nunderwear to his hip, \"Go!\"  \n  \nBoth parties step forward, the less than ample space in Fox's  \napartment giving them precious little room to wrestle around. Bill almost  \ninstantly has Fox on his back, the husky's extra strength more than enough to  \ntopple him. But Fox isn't through yet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The fox pushes up on Bill's shoulder, enough to release his support on  \nthat side, then he grips Bill on the other side and rolls him over, reaching  \ndown to lift his leg up. But in doing this, Fox leaves himself wide open. He  \nfinds himself locked between the husky's legs, and pulled down hard onto his  \nside. His arm gets twisted, and painfully pressed against the floor, and Bill  \ngrins and starts counting. \"One...\" Fox makes an effort to move, but the  \npain in his arm stops him. He cries out as it just keeps getting worse, but  \nBill isn't about to let up. \"Two...\" Now Fox tries again, harder than  \nbefore, trying to beat the pain and get out from Bill's hold. Again, he  \nfails, his arm pinned tightly to the ground.  \n  \n\"Three.\" Bill instantly lets go of Fox, leaving a teary eyed fox  \nlaying on the ground, clutching his arm. It doesn't take Bill long to realize  \nhe may have gone too far, and he gets down on his knees, insistently moving  \nFox's hand away from his arm. \"C'mon, lemme have a look.\" Bill finally  \nsucceeds, and checks Fox's arm, ignoring the yells of pain issuing forth from  \nhis mouth. \"It's just been twisted a bit, probably pulled a few tendons too.  \nYou're lucky I didn't break it.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox looks up, wiping his eyes as a few tears flow from them. He grins  \na bit, biting back another yell of pain. \"Heh... ugh, just like old times...\"  \n  \nBill smiles, lifting Fox off the ground without waiting for him to ask  \nfor help. \"That'll teach ya to say I let go. Go on into yer bedroom. I'll  \nmassage that arm for ya, have it back to normal before the end of the night.\"  \nHe smiles, and pats Fox's butt as he passes, ignoring the suggestive backward  \nglance he gets for it. Bill thinks to himself as he watches Fox walk off,  \nthat tail still waving seductively despite the pain the fox must feel. 'Falco  \nindeed... I'd snatch him up in an heartbeat if I were the type to settle  \ndown...'  \n  \nBill sees a pair of underwear fly out into the hallway by Fox's  \nbedroom door, hitting the wall and landing on the floor in a limp pile. With  \na grin, Bill pulls down his own pair, giving the firming up dog cock rising  \nfrom his sheath a little tug and growling, then heading into the room with  \nFox.  \n  \nHe's greeted with a sight that has him licking his chops for more.  \nThe fox faces away from him, laying there on the bed on his front. One arm  \ncradles his head, while the other, the injured right arm, lays limply on the  \nbed. But beneath that is the real treat. Fox lays completely nude, his tail  \nwaving over perfectly formed cheeks, sleek and very soft looking, like a good  \ndeal of him is, however Bill knows for a fact that there's tightly packed  \nmuscle somewhere in there. It only adds more mystery to Fox.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A light whistling brings Bill back to reality, and he looks over to  \nsee Fox staring at him with a knowing grin. It must really have been too  \nlong, for both of them. Bill eases over to the bed, moving in on the right  \nside of Fox, resting his knees beside the red hips, moving Fox's arm into a  \ngood position for the massage.  \n  \nBill leans down, and begins working his fingers over the strained  \nareas, the tendons in his elbow and shoulder, and slowly along the stretched  \nmuscles inside his arm. He could tell his actions were hurting Fox, but  \nthere's no other way to heal this kind of injury quickly. Placing a firm  \npressure down on Fox's shoulder, he manages to release the tension from it,  \nhearing instantly the sigh of relief from the fox. Music, Bill thinks, as he  \nworks on the other two problem areas. The elbow is soon taken care of as  \nwell, and Bill starts an extended massage along his upper arm.  \n  \nAs the massage progresses, Fox feels less and less pain, until finally  \nthere's nothing at all but the wonderful feeling of Bill's fingers. He soon  \nrealizes it's begun arousing him, a bit too late to stop it, and has to move a  \nbit to adjust himself.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The movement catches Bill's attention. He speaks softly to Fox, \"Hey,  \nyou alright?\"  \n  \nFox looks up at his friend, with a happy smile, \"Couldn't be better.  \nThe arm feels wonderful.\"  \n  \nWith a nod, Bill gently sets it down. \"Make sure not to use it for  \nanything too harsh for a few hours and it should be fine.\"  \n  \nFox sees Bill about to get up, and fluffs his tail out in the husky's  \nway. \"Where're you going? I haven't repaid you for that great massage.\"  \n  \nBill just laughs, \"I did give you the injury, remember?\"  \n  \nThe fox grins, \"Only 'cause I said you got soft.\"  \n  \nBill grins right back, \"An' I proved you wrong on that one.\"  \n  \nFox nods, and closes his eyes, a content smile on his face. \"Man,  \nit's great to be around you again, Bill. I've missed you since we left the  \nacademy.\"  \n  \nThe husky sets a hand down on Fox's back, giving that a light massage  \nas well. \"Yeah, I know what you mean. Saving the galaxy doesn't leave much  \nroom for meeting old friends. I know what we can do to help close the gap,  \nthough...\"  \n  \nFox murrs a little as that hand rubs over his back, \"What's that,  \nBill?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bill flips the surprised fox over, being mindful of his arm, and  \ngrinning as he finds a semi-hard fox cock staring up at him. \"Relive old  \ntimes, that's what.\" Taking Fox by surprise, the husky ducks down and takes  \nthe tip of the semi-hard foxhood into his muzzle, holding onto the other side  \nof Fox's hip with one hand.  \n  \nFox brings his hands to the back of Bill's head with a groan. \"Ah,  \nBill!\" he grunts out, his cock instantly surging toward fullness. \"It's  \nbeen... way, WAY too long...\"  \n  \n  \n- - - - -  \n  \n  \nFalco, standing just outside Fox's door, takes out the ID card Fox had  \ngiven him and the other two members of the Star Fox team. It was always  \nimportant that they be able to reach him at any time. Of course, now it's  \njust useful. Falco slides the card through the magnetic locking mechanism,  \nhearing a mechanical wrrrring, then nothing as the door slides opens silently.  \nFalco steps into the apartment and looks around as the door slides closed  \nbehind him.  \n  \nHe's about to call out for Fox, when he sees the clothes piled around  \nthe living room. He recognized some of them as Fox's, but the others weren't.  \nJust who had Fox brought home? Whoever it is, they were definitely male.  \nThat fashion is unmistakably male.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then he hears noises coming from Fox's bedroom. Listening closer, he  \nbegins to make them out. Grunts, groans, and all other manner of sounds, all  \ndefinitely Fox's. Falco still doesn't know who the other party is, until he  \nhears Fox blurt out, \"Oh Bill! Yeah, that's it, suck harder!\" Followed by a  \nseries of grunts and near yells as Bill obviously obliges.  \n  \nBill! Well, it's not like Falco didn't suspect they'd done things  \nback in the academy, with how Fox had talked about him. But still doing  \nthings? That could only mean that Fox still has a thing for males. Which  \nmakes things easier on Falco. The bird decides it's time to join the little  \nparty in the other room. He quickly takes off his clothes, careful to be  \nextremely quiet so as not to arouse any suspicions. Despite this, quite a bit  \nof arousal begins to grow anyway, though not of the same variety.  \n  \nThe now nude Falco begins to make his way over to the door, letting  \none wing playfully cover over his groin. As he reaches the entrance to the  \ndimly lit room, he leans against the door-jam, groin covered, but completely  \nnude, waiting for Fox to notice.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bill notices the bird right away, a surprised murr flowing past his  \nlips as he sucks on Fox. The extra suction only causes Fox to bellow out  \nlouder, all three of them suddenly very glad that the walls are insulated and  \nsound-proof. Falco stands there, watching Fox get sucked to rapture by his  \nfriend from the academy, licking at his rubbery beak in arousal. He'd seen  \nFox nude before, the team tended to shower together sometimes after long  \nmissions. But this is the first time the fox has been laid out, writhing in  \npleasure in front of the blue jay.  \n  \nFox's eyes open very slightly, as he looks down at his friend, the  \nwhite orbs suddenly shooting open in surprise as he notices Falco standing  \nthere. He tries to move away from Bill, but the husky quickly shows him that  \nwon't be happening with a pair of hands gripped to his hips. Fox looks at  \nFalco again, noticing this time the lack of clothing on the bird. He sits  \ndumb-founded for a moment, leaned up on his elbows to watch as the bird makes  \nhis way over to the edge of the bed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Falco lets the smile on his beak widen as he nears the edge of the  \nbed. He moves his wing-feathers out of the way, giving Fox a good look at the  \nfirm maleness standing out from between his legs. Without a moment's thought,  \nhe rests his knee down on the lower than average bed, his groin now much  \ncloser to Fox.  \n  \nBill lets his eyes angle up a bit, looking at the dazed expression on  \nFox's face. The husky slathers the fox-hood with warm saliva, then starts  \nbobbing up and down, hearing the pleased groan come from Fox. He hopes to  \nhear a similar one from Falco soon.  \n  \nFox's eyes close again in pleasure. Somehow, Bill seems to have  \nimproved his technique since a few years ago. When his eyes open again, the  \nshaft in front of his face seems to jump up and down just slightly. With a  \nlick to his lips, Fox leans forward, taking that firm red maleness into his  \nmuzzle and down his throat in one gulp. Falco's eight inches is nothing Fox  \ncan't handle after being with Bill practically every day a year or two ago.  \n  \nMixed grunts come from both Fox and Falco, as their members are worked  \non feverishly. Falco's excitement soon begins to reach a peak, having that  \nfox's mouth over his cock simply a dream come true. He'd wanted this since  \nFox and he were much younger, but never thought Fox felt the same. Now he  \nwishes he'd just said something from the start!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox too, is swimming in pleasure. His full balls feel ready to burst  \nalready, the firm maleness in his mouth and the hot mouth around his own truly  \nquite a fantasy for him. He snakes his tongue around the long shaft inside  \nhis muzzle, moving his head back and forth as he'd always done for Bill,  \ntasting a good dose of pre-ejaculate flowing from the tip of that steely  \nshaft. His own feels so close to completion, and he only sucks harder,  \nhooking a hand around Falco's thigh, feeling the softness of the feathers in  \nhis fingers.  \n  \nHe feels a feathered hand hold around the back of his head, and that  \nhard maleness starts sliding back and forth, Falco beginning to take charge of  \nthe action. Fox expected such a thing. After all, Falco is still Falco. The  \nfox didn't much care, he just started up with his tongue, snaking it around  \nthat firm shaft, sucking hard and letting Falco worry about the pace. Fox  \nsoon feels a powerful urge setting in below his stomach, softly grunting  \naround the slick shaft inside his mouth as he prepares to fill Bill's mouth  \nwith hot seed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The husky feels Fox's climax seconds before it happens, the pulsations  \nof the fox's shaft and the growing knobs at the base a dead give-away. He  \nsucks harder, and at once feels warm, tasty cum spraying over his tongue. He  \ndrinks down what he can, remembering with glee just how much cum the fox  \nproduces, as he swallows hastily and laps at the spasming organ. He feels  \nsome of it drip down the sides of his muzzle, but he focuses on getting the  \nrest, feeling the sprays begin to subside and slowly cease a good twenty  \nseconds later.  \n  \nFalco watches as Fox unleashes his seed into the waiting mouth of his  \nfriend, a grin on his face as he slides his own organ in and out of the fox's  \nmuzzle. His hand keeps a firm hold on the back of Fox's head, and he feels  \nhis own climax getting nearer. The sight of Fox writhing in pleasure with his  \nclimax was too hot for Falco to hold on much longer. He places his other hand  \non the Fox's cheek, and pushes himself forward, and all the way in. A moment  \nlater, a torrent of seed fills the fox's mouth, and he feels the swallowing  \nmotion in Fox's muscles, just one stimulant to make his climax that much  \nbetter.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox finds himself surprised by the quickness of the falcon's climax,  \ntonging that twitching shaft and swallowing all of Falco's seed. The taste is  \na bit different from Bill's, a little stronger, possibly more potent, but  \nstill very good. He swallows quickly enough to avoid any of it falling from  \nhis lips, successfully taking the whole load. Falco feels himself weakening  \nafter about fifteen seconds, his body tingling with pleasureful sensations.  \n  \nBill had stopped sucking at the fox's shaft a little after the climax  \nended, laying there on the bed and watching as Falco delivers a similar  \nsubstance to Fox. He easily sees the love in each of their movements. Lust  \nmixed in, no doubt, but love is there. He continues to watch as Falco slides  \nhis shaft from Fox's mouth. Small lines of saliva and seminal fluid connect  \nthat flesh to Fox's lips for a moment, before being broken by Fox's tongue.  \n  \nFalco moves over top of Fox, to lay on the vacant part of the bed,  \nstretching a bit in obvious pleasure before shooting Fox a grin, \"Gee, Fox,  \nwhy didn't you tell me you liked sucking cock?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bill sees the look of distaste in Fox's eyes, but the fox quickly  \ncovers it up. \"Didn't want you begging me for it all the time. What with  \nYOUR willpower...\"  \n  \nFalco raises up onto an elbow, laying on his side and looming angrily  \nover Fox, \"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?\"  \n  \nFox just grins up at his second-in-command, loving how easy it is to  \nget to Falco's pride. \"You'd be begging me every fifteen minutes to suck on  \nyour cock, following me around like some kind of slave. Maybe you'd even  \nfollow my orders in combat once in a while, if you knew you could get that.\"  \n  \nFalco just huffs, and lays back, \"Yeah, right. I bet you'd be the one  \nfollowing me around, begging for another taste.\"  \n  \nFox laughs at this. Bill knows they could be at this all night.  \nBefore Fox has a chance to insult the falcon again, the husky sits up, and  \ngets to his feet. The fox looks up, confused. \"Hey, Bill, where're you  \ngoing?\"  \n  \nBill smiles down at his friend, \"I'd meant to tell ya before, Fox. My  \nsquadron's been assigned to patrol Venom again. The General said somethin'  \nabout fighters loyal to Andross. Shouldn't be a problem. I gotta leave in  \nthe mornin' though, so I'd better be gettin' back to my place.\" Bill  \nstretches a bit, then smiles at the two, \"You guys play nice now. No more  \nfightin'.\" With that, he walks out of the room. Fox and Falco hear him  \npicking up clothing and putting it on, then they hear the door slide open, and  \nshut again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox lays back, and Falco does the same, neither saying a word for a  \nlong while. Fox finally remembers something, and speaks up, \"Hey, Falco...\"  \n  \nThe falcon looks over at Fox, \"Yeah?\"  \n  \nFox smiles a bit, as he turns his head toward his friend, \"Why'd you  \ncome here, anyway?\"  \n  \nFalco thinks back to his original intent, then realizes he can't very  \nwell tell Fox that he came about love. Instead, he gives a simpler, but still  \ntruthful reason, \"I wanted to know if you were up for dinner.\"  \n  \nFox thinks a moment, then chuckles, \"Looks like I got dinner anyway.\"  \nHe licks his lips, and swears he can see Falco blush. Now that's something  \nhe'd never seen before.  \n  \nFalco immediately recovers. \"Yeah, the cook got your regards, by the  \nway.\" He shoots another grin at Fox, this one a little less cocky.  \n  \nFox figures that's the most sentiment he'll get out of the bird. He  \ngrins back, then yawns out loud, not bothering to cover his muzzle. \"Hmmmm...  \nI'm gonna get some sleep now.\"  \n  \nFalco, to Fox's surprise, lays his head back and nods a bit, \"Sounds  \ngood, see ya in the morning.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fox gets up on his elbows, looking down at the falcon, \"What do you  \nmean?\"  \n  \nFalco smirks up at him, \"Got a problem with me sleepin' here?\"  \n  \nFox looks surprised a moment, then relaxes onto his back and shakes  \nhis head, \"Not me.\"  \n  \nFalco nods with finality, and closes his eyes. \"Good. 'Night, Fox.\"  \n  \nFox lays his head down on his pillow, resting his arms behind him, and  \nletting out a content sigh, wondering just what Falco is thinking right now.  \n\"'Night, Falco.\"  \n  \nThe two lay there for an hour, both tired, but unable to sleep. Fox  \nkeeps thinking about Falco, and Falco thinks about Fox. Eventually, Falco  \nbecomes bored with laying like this, and lightens his breathing, to make Fox  \nthink that he's asleep. Fox feels Falco moving a bit in his sleep, probably  \njust not comfortable, until, to Fox's surprise, a wing flops over his stomach.  \nHe freezes a moment, then feels Falco's head resting heavily on his shoulder.  \nWithout thinking, he lowers his left arm down, keeping Falco pressed up  \nagainst him. Falco smiles, thankful that Fox can't see. His plan worked  \nperfectly. This is just what both of them need to finally get to sleep,  \nneither budging an inch from the warmth of the other for the rest of the  \nnight.  \n  \n\n"}