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Corneria was in a mood for celebrating. The entire population of the planet was in the mood for having a special day with the ones they loved the most in the entire universe.

That is, all of the population who had a pair for this particular day.

After all, it was Valentines. The day of the year when you celebrated your love for someone else. Be them a boyfriend or a girlfriend, a spouse, or even just a "friend with benefits". It was the day when you celebrated love.

Originally, Valentines was not a holiday native to Corneria. It was one of those celebrations that came from a different part of the universe. As a matter of fact, no one could tell exactly where Valentines came from. However, they could tell that it spread well across the universe. I mean, come on! It is a holiday that celebrates love itself! A day when you can get free gifts from your loved one and they were obligated to pamper you and do everything you wanted! What there was not to like?

That was why Corneria, like many other planets, adopted Valentines as part of their celebrations. The precise day it happened could vary from one planet to another, depending on the specific calendar, but the basic of the holiday remained the same: pink and red all around, hearts decorating everything, romantic pairs walking hand-in-hand (or whatever they had the closest to a hand, in case of certain species), and they would trade presents that varied from bouquets of flowers to very expensive jewelry.

That was what was happening all around Corneria at the moment, as everyone celebrated their holiday. All around couples were happily celebrating with each other. It was very easy to spot two people happily celebrating their Valentines together. Or sometimes three or four people, on the cases of the polyamory relationships, which were not that rare, since polygamy had been legalized by the Cornerian government, as long as it was properly formalized and accepted by all of the involved parts. You were fully allowed to have two or three spouses, as long as you were ready to be loyal and attentive to all three. Talk about commitment, huh?

Yes, love was in the air for everyone in Corneria.

Including for the famous pilots Fox McCloud and Falco Lombardi.

They had been dating steady for nearly three years now, and they have just celebrated what could have been their best Valentines yet.

As they arrive at home, they were very close to each other. In fact, they were both kissing very passionately, making out like a pair of teenagers as they walked into their shared apartment and slammed the door behind themselves.

Falco was never the romance kind of guy. He was just not like that. Fox, however, was definitely a romance kind of guy. He was the one who prepared this Valentines to make it perfect for both of them.

It started out with the dinner. It was a wonderful evening at that new fancy restaurant on the high end of the town. Fox somehow managed to book them the best table on the entire place, and he had the best courses being serve to both of them. Falco was a guy who enjoyed hotdogs and cheeseburgers, but it did felt nice to eat some fancy food once in a while. Although that main dish seemed like just some snobbish beef for him. And, of course, Fox even went as far as to have a band stand near them playing all night. None of the cheesy classical music though, it played some of their favorite medleys of rock, pop and hip-hop Valentines songs all the while they ate their food.

The other patrons were giving them looks, but neither of them cared too much. They were too focus on the food, the music, and each other to actually give a flying shit about whatever the people around them were thinking.

After this, they took it off to the movies. They were going to watch something together. None of those cheesy romances that couples usually went for on Valentines. They were going to watch the latest movie of their favorite franchise, and they had an entire room booked only for them. The movie was great, and it left them both very satisfied after watching it.

Then, they walked back home. However, unlike your regular walk, this one was a tour through their favorite places all over the city capital of Corneria. Passing by the squares, shops, gardens, and even their favorite spot on the beach, where they removed their boots and walked barefoot on the sand, feeling it on their toes as they held hands and walked under the light of the moon and stars of their planet, as they stared googly-eyed at each other.

They nearly lost track of time as they went about like that. Luckily, it was Falco who noticed the time, and they both were able to rush back home. Once arriving, they were already on each other, moaning as they kissed each other fervently and with urgency, disappearing inside as they closed the door behind themselves.

The time was coming for the final part of their perfect Valentines.

"Fox..." Falco said, breaking the kiss and looking lovingly at his boyfriend, "This night was amazing."

"I'm glad you loved it, babe." Fox said to him, smiling at his avian lover as they kissed once more. It was a bit awkward for someone with lips to kiss someone with a beak but, after three years of dating, and a lot of failed attempts, Fox truly mastered the art of kissing a bird.

"Oh, I did." Falco said to him, "And the night is not over yet... You saved the best for last." Falco said, and Fox looked at him for a few moments.

"Yeah... I... I did..."

Falco looked at Fox, noticing the vulpine's change in expression.

"Fox?" Falco said, "Babe? Everything okay?"

Fox looked at him, blinking.

"Oh! Y-yeah. I'm fine." Fox said to Falco. "I'm fine. Everything is peachy."

Fox forced a smile to Falco. It could have fooled most of other people, but not someone who has been his boyfriend for three years, much less someone who has been on his team and been his second-in-command for even longer than that.

He could see easily past that face confident attitude and that forced smug and sly smile of his commander and mate.

"It is about what will happen tonight, ain't it?" Falco asked, and Fox looked at him for a few moments. He then looked down, as he knew that there was no use making up some excuse.

"You are nervous about it, aren't you?" Falco asked him, and the fox didn't said anything about it. However, he did nodded at the avian, letting him know that he was nervous about it. Fox had been nervous about what would be happening tonight ever since it was first brought up on one of their conversations, months ago. It made things awkward between them, but then, as they talked more about it, it kinda grew as an idea, until the point they agreed to it. To give it a try. Falco had been overjoyed that Fox wanted to try it out. Fox, on the other hand, still had some lingering doubts about it.

"Fox..." Falco said, gently touching his boyfriend's muzzle. "If you are unsure, then we can just cancel it. We can just have regular sex and cuddle. I'm totally up to that."

"Falco..."

"I don't want you to do it if you don't want to." Falco said to him. "We don't need to. Remember what we agreed? Not do it if either of us had any doubt? We can just call it off. We still have thirty minutes or so, I can get the phone and tell him it's off."

"Falco..." Fox said again, and he placed both of his hands on his lover's chest. Despite both of them having around the same built, and both of them having the same kind of "I'm invincible" attitude most of the time (especially on missions), on moments like that, Fox could not help but think that Falco was actually the strongest and more mature of them both. He was the one who supported Fox when he was the one having a problem or a doubt. He was the only one to whom Fox allowed himself to show weakness.

The one who truly could make Fox feel strong.

"I want to do this." Fox said to the avian. However, he may not have been as convincing as he had hoped

"You sure?" Falco said to him. "I mean, what we planned for tonight is pretty hard. It is a huge step on our relationship. One that, honestly, I didn't thought you would ever truly agree to make. If you are having second thoughts now, I fully understand. We can call it all off while there's still time and just have sex like usual."

"No." Fox said to him, firm on his words, even though he was still with that insecure look on his eyes.

"I... I am nervous about it." Fox admitted, "But... I don't want to get cold feet now. I don't want to back down. I don't want to chicken out on the last minute and then keep regretting it later on. Falco, I want to do this. For you. I really do."

Fox was like that. He was the kind of guy who would have doubts, but he would go for it anyway. Even if he was insecure or feeling scared (although he would never show), he would still go on when there was something more important on the line.

Like Falco's happiness.

Falco looked at him, and he knew that Fox had truly made his mind. There was nothing left to say. So, Falco only nodded.

"Alright then." Falco said, "Just remember our agreement. If you think it is too much, just say the word and we stop, no regrets or resentments, alright?"

Fox looked at him, and he nodded.

"Alright."

"Good. Now let's get ready."

With this, the two took a bath to clean up, refreshing after a night in town and getting ready for what they would be doing that night. Then, they put their outfits.

This was part of what they were going to do that night. Those clothes were part of the fantasy they were going to live that night. It was not something that either of them would wear on a common situation. Well, Fox's outfit was definitely not something that he ever saw himself wearing, but he was wearing it anyways.

They both looked at the mirror, one at a time, and then they looked at each other, and gave them an honest opinion of how they looked. All in all, they both felt really comfortable on those clothes. Not as awkward as it would be expected on a situation like that.

The thing was those clothes were not originally part of their plans. It was not something either of them had actually planned or even thought about when they first talked about that months ago. However, now they were part of the whole thing, all because it was what he demanded.

They knew he would probably make demands as soon as they contacted him and explained to him, on the possibility of him even listening to their request in the first place. They knew it, they talked with each other about it and they were ready to comply, as long as his demands weren't outrageous.

Well, too outrageous.

The clothes were unexpected, but they were not as bad as what they both were expecting from him.

That was when the doorbell rang.

Speak of the devil...

That was it. The moment of truth. The final chance they would have to back away. They could just talk to him through the intercom and say that they changed their minds and for him to go his way. They could just dismiss him and spend a nice Valentines with each other, as it was supposed to be.

With a look on each other's eyes, and a nod from Fox, this last chance was throw out the window.

Falco walked to the door and opened. And there, on the other side, was him.

With white and grey fur, and a single red eye that looked back at the avian. He was wearing something different from his usual uniform. He wore heavy leather boots, a long pair of tethered jeans and a leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders, as well as fingerless leather gloves on his hands. He still had the same eye-patch, covering his missing left eye, while the red one focused on Falco, and he had a smirk on his muzzle.

Wolf O'Donnell might be the sworn enemy of the Star Fox crew, a low-life without morals, and a general asshole. However, there was no denying that he had a charm all of his own. Even now, Falco could still feel the self-confidence and the charm that seemed to drip out of that man. The clothing he wore now only made him the more irresistible.

Speaking of clothing, Wolf also checked the one Falco was wearing. The one he told him to wear.

Falco was now wearing a pair of very small, very tight jeans sorts. So tight that they left very little to the imagination. He was also wearing a pair of girly pink wristbands on his arms, which matched the bright-pink of the tank-top he was wearing. A tank-top as slim-fitting as the jeans. And, of course, he was wearing a pair of high-heel red boots. For the final touch, he was wearing a collar of pink leather on his neck, with a tag with the word " FAGGOT".

"Hey there, birdie." Wolf said to the avian, using a sultry tone that gave Falco goosebumps.

"Hey there, stud." Falco said to him, and he checked on the clock. "Right on time."

"Because I wanted to." Wolf said to the avian, with that same devil-may-care attitude that made him a bad boy. The kind of bad boy that made Falco weak on his knees. "No way I was going to lose a chance to have some nice piece of feathery ass."

He said, and moved forward a step, closing the distance between him and Falco.

"These..." Wolf said, grabbing Falco's bulge and fondling it. "Fit you nicely, birdie." Falco shivered as he was touch like that by the mercenary, and even more when Wolf whispered on his earhole:

"Can't wait to see you out of them."

Falco's breath caught to his throat as Wolf got so close to him that he could smell the scent of the cologne that the wolf was wearing. It was a strong one, and it mixed with the natural scent of his fur and sweat. It was so strong. So MANLY.

Wolf pulled back, and he and Falco looked at each other's eyes. Falco was starting to pant a little bit as he looked at that single red eye, and Wolf remained as calm and steady as if he was piloting his ship across an army of enemy cruisers, that confident smile never leaving his muzzle.

Falco felt an urge to kiss that wolf's muzzle.

"Is he inside?" Wolf asked, and Falco, after a few seconds trying to find his voice, decided to simply nod.

"Good... Let's not leave the pup waiting, shall we?" Wolf said, and Falco nodded once more.

"T-this way..." Falco said, turning around to guide Wolf into his house. As he did, the wolf could see the back of his tank-top, which had the words " SPANK MY ASS AND THEN FUCK IT" and an arrow pointing down, to the avian's jeans-cladded butt.

Wolf chuckled as he followed Falco.

This was his first time on the apartment the couple shared, and it was pretty much as he imagined. Albeit a little girlier.

When they arrived in the bedroom, they found fox pacing back and forth. The vulpine stopped and stood to attention as soon as he noticed they were there. The two looked at him, and Fox looked at both of them. First at his boyfriend, and then at Wolf.

Wolf had an ear-to-ear smirk as he looked at the fox. He was dressed on very much the same outfit as Falco, with the thigh sorts, the tank top, and the high-heel boots. The notable difference in here was the collar. More precisely, the tag. Fox's tag had a different word in it, as Wolf could see when he moved closer and stood before the smaller male, reaching out for his collar and picking up the tag to read it while Fox nearly shrank back as Wolf towered over him.

CUCK

Wolf's smirk continued as big as it was as he looked from the tag to Fox.

"Just as I instructed." Wolf said to Fox. "I actually had a lot more words that I thought could be put on that tag. But, all things considered, this one seemed the more appropriate."

Under normal conditions, Fox would have come up with a whitty remark towards the lupine. Probably with some mentions of other words that he could use on himself, or maybe speaking about his cleverness to use words (or lack of it). However, that situation was anything but normal.

Fox, who was normally sassy and confident, felt unusually small before the wolf. A whimper escaped his throat, his ears pressing flat on his head as he was eyed by the wolf on the same manner a Chihuahua being looked down by a coyote for dinner.

"Oh, don't worry, pup." Wolf said, dropping the tag, and instead grabbing Fox's face, forcing him to look deep into his single eye. "As cute as you look right now, and as much as I'd love to finally screw you over, that is not why I'm here."

He had the biggest shit-eating grin as Fox whimpered more, shifting his feet nervously.

"Maybe another day." Wolf said, and leaned forward, giving Fox a long lick on the cheek, before letting go of his muzzle.

"Today, however." Wolf said, turning away from Fox. "I'm here for your feathery boyfriend."

Wolf approached Falco, who felt as small and meek as Fox as the lupine approached him. Wolf stopped right in front of him.

"But, that can wait a bit, I think." Wolf said, moving so he was standing side by side with Falco. He placed an arm around the avian's shoulders, pulling him close, and very casually kicked his own boots out, letting them fall into the floor.

"Say, Fox.' Wolf said, looking at his sworn rival. "Be a good pup and go put my boots near the door, so I'll find them on my way out. Also, since you are at it, make me a sandwich and bring me some beer. You have beer, right? Or you only drink soy milk around here?"

Fox looked at Wolf for a few moments. Once more, instead of answering with something witty and sassy, Fox gave a polite answer:

"We do have beer... sir..." Fox added the "sir" at the end with a meek voice. Wolf seemed to really enjoy hearing it.

"Good. Then go fetch me one and a nice sandwich. Chop-chop."

Fox looked at Wolf, mumbled a "yes, sir" and went too do as it was asked of him, leaving Wolf alone with Falco.

Wolf looked at the avian, and flashed a toothy smirk at him. This was enough to make Falco weak on the knees.

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Wolf's boots reeked. When was the last time that guy washed them? Or his own feet?

Fox didn't dared to delve too much on that subject, at the risk of upsetting his stomach. He just put the pair of boots by the door and moved away from them, so his sensitive foxy nose could not pick up their rank smell.

Then he went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a can of beer and some ingredients to make the sandwich.

As he prepared said sandwich, Fox asked himself why was he even doing that.

Why was he preparing a sandwich for Wolf? Why was he going to be taking this sandwich and the can of the beer he bought for himself and Falco to Wolf? Why did he did as Wolf ordered him and took his fart-smelling boots to place them by the door as if he was his errand boy?

Why did he even agreed to have Wolf on his house, in the first place? Why was he dressed like a femboy ready to go out on the city to find some big stud to make him squeal like a bitch while Wolf ordered him around inside his own house?

Fox asked himself those questions, but he already knew the answer.

It was because of Falco.

It was all because of that stupid blue-feathered parrot. It was all because of him. It was all because this was something that the bird-brain wanted and Fox, like a poor idiot, was unable to say no when his boyfriend truly wanted something. He was not one to be taken advantage of, not even by Falco, but when he realized that Falco really, truly, wanted something from the bottom of his heart, then Fox had no choice but to give it to him.

That was why he was why he was dressed like a fucking cock-hungry soy-boy, putting away boots, preparing sandwiches and taking them along with a can of beer to Wolf inside his own house.

That, and there was also the fact that Wolf knew how to impose his will when he truly wanted to...

With a sign, fox completed the sandwich and started to take it to the bedroom like a butler. Fox pushed the door of the bedroom open, as he had a plate with a sandwich in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

He found Wolf and Falco sitting on the bed, hitting the second base.

Falco had his hands on Wolf's broad chest, while the lupine ran his hand over Falco's back, running over his hips and eventually starting to touch and grope Falco's butt, squeezing it on the way a horny teenager would do to the butt of his girlfriend. All the while, they continued to swap spit as they made out rather noisily.

And all the while, Fox just stood in there, watching as Wolf made out with his boyfriend on their bed.

Wolf apparently had some experience kissing beaks, for he didn't had any of the problems Fox himself had for the first three weeks when he and Falco had started dating.

Either that, or Wolf was just naturally good at kissing. Or Fox himself was bad.

Fox was not sure how to feel about it.

Shouldn't he be mad for finding his boyfriend kissing another guy? Why wasn't he angry? Why wasn't he jumping at Wolf and beating him to a pulp for putting his filthy lips on his boyfriend's beak and his filthy hand on his adorable feathery butt?

Fox continued to look for a few more seconds, hearing the noises of their making out and Falco's moans as he watched them make out like newly-weds on their honeymoon. Before he finally decided they were ignoring him too much.

Fox cleared his throat, but he was ignore. Then he said a "hey", but he was also ignored. In fact, Wolf leaned forward, deepening the kiss between the two of them. He was groping hard on Falco's butt, while Falco's own hands wandered lower in Wolf's body, moving to his stomach, and in direction to his waist.

Just as Falco's hands were about to start fumbling at Wolf's belt...

"Excuse me... Wolf? Sir?"

This finally got Wolf to stop. He broke the kiss. Falco panted and let out a shaky moan as a strand of saliva connected his beak to Wolf's maw. Wolf simply looked over, seeing Fox in there, with the sandwich and the beer.

"Ah, the pup is back!" Wolf said, smirking. "Good. You were taking so long that I was starting to think we would have to start without you. Come here and give me those."

Why was Fox feeling so obedient today?

Why was he doing everything Wolf wanted like a good little bitch?

And why, in the name of all the stars and nebulas and black holes of the universe, was that attitude of the wolf turning him on!?

Fox fumbled with his feet, trying to make his growing erection less noticeable (what was nearly impossible when you wore such tight shorts), as he handed the plate to the lupine. Wolf just picked the sandwich and took a huge bit of it, chewing rather noisily before swallowing.

"Not bad... you're good with food, pup." Wolf said, "Surely make a good housewife, don't you?"

Fox said nothing in return, and only watched as Wolf took another bite.

"Give me that beer." Wolf commanded, and Fox handed the can to him. Wolf took it from Fox's hand and took a look at it.

"That's all you got?" Wolf asked, to what Fox answered that it was. Wolf looked at him for a few more moments, before biting on the top of the can, piercing holes into it with his fangs, and drinking it straight from those holes. He took a pause, and then looked at fox.

"This thing is weaker than breastmilk, and it has no flavor at all." Wolf said. "Well, I guess that I shouldn't be surprised a pair of sissies drink sissy beer. I'll drink it, since it is all you have, but you better start buying real beer. I don't want to have to drink this faggot lemonade next time I come."

Next time? Fox wanted to ask him, You barely even did anything and you are already talking about next time? You arrogant jerk.

Fox wanted to say that and more to him, and make it clear that there would be no next time. That this was a one-time deal, and that they would never be calling him again once this was done. However, for some reason, Fox really didn't felt like saying any of that to Wolf.

And, by the look on Falco's face, neither did him.

They stayed in silence for a while as Wolf wolfed down the sandwich and took swings of the beer. Wolf ate as if he had completely forgotten the presence of the two other men on the room, or as if he didn't cared at all. The two only stood there, waiting for their mercenary guest to address them.

What Wolf eventually did, when he was nearly finished with the sandwich.

"You know..." Wolf said, still chewing "I was surprised when I received that call a week ago. Really surprised."

He looked at the two as he swallowed.

"Never expected 'Corneria's hottest LGBTQIAWX-however-many-letters-it-has-now couple' to give me a call. Much less to ask me for that kind of favor."

He smirked.

"Gotta admit, never imagined you two to be so... adventurous. I totally expected you two to be vanilla with sex. Certainly caught me in a loop. I was so shocked that I nearly refused. But then, I realized I would not have a chance like that every day."

He then turned to look at Falco once more.

"But, I need to confirm something first." He said, smirking even wider.

"What?" Fox asked, crossing his arms as he looked at Wolf. Wolf then looked at him. He ate the last bite of the sandwich, chewing it without bothering to close his mouth completely, and then chugged it all down with what was left of the beer. He crushed the can with his bare fist and tossed it into the ground.

Then, when it seemed that he was about to talk, he belched. Loud.

"Man!" Wolf said, hitting a fist on his chest. "Your beer might be as weak as peach juice, but your food is pretty rich, gotta give you that."

"Okay, I think this has gone for long enough." Fox said to him, as he was getting tired of this stalling. "What is that you need to ask? Just ask it already!"

Wolf looked at Fox and then he asked, with the biggest shit-eating grin.

"Why am I here?"

Fox looked at him, blinking.

"What?"

"Why am I here, pup?" Wolf asked again, "Why am I here, in your house, sitting in your bed, and..." Wolf said, sliding closer to Falco, "With my arm around the shoulders of your feather-butt of a boyfriend?"

Fox looked at him.

"Are you serious?" Fox asked him, and Wolf only continued to smirk at him. "You know why you are here!" Fox said to him, "Stop pulling my leg, Wolf!"

"Oh, do I?" Wolf said to the Fox. "I mean, I do remember the call, and how I was specifically told what was the favor I would have to make to the two lovebirds here." Wolf pulled Falco even closer to himself, and he continued to smile.

"But, as I said, what I heard was so shocking that I had problems to believe it." Wolf said, "In fact, to this very moment I'm still not sure if I heard it correctly. So, I would kind of like if you confirmed it to me."

He had a grin that was nearly predatory as he looked at Fox with his single good eye.

"Let me hear it straight from the horse's mouth."

Wolf was pressing it. He was pressing it because he wanted to rub it in. He wanted to hear it straight from the couple who called him there.

Fox knew that, and Falco knew that as well.

"We called you here to have sex with me." Falco said to Wolf. Wolf looked at the bird, before turning his gaze back at Fox.

"Is that true, pup?" He asked, and Fox knew that it was not about getting them both to say it. But about making Fox say it.

Fox and Wolf have been rivals for as long as they both have been pilots. Some could even say that there were moments when they actually hated each other's guts. On the best days, they were still great rivals.

For a rival to have some kind of great advantage over the other was certainly the thing a lot would enjoy. And it was certainly the kind of thing Wolf would enjoy. However, for him, it was not enough to have this whole situation to make him feel like he had the upper hand. He wanted to rub it in. He wanted to have his rival himself be the one who would admit it to him.

Wolf wanted to hear Fox say it.

"So?" Wolf asked, still waiting to hear it from Fox. Fox, on his end, knew what the Wolf wanted, and so he said it...

"I-it's true. Fox finally said.

"What is true?" Wolf said, and Fox looked at him with a 'are you serious' look.

"What? I'm just a poor mercenary!" Wolf said to him, "I'm not as smart as you, 'proper pilots' with your degrees from the prestigious academy. You need to explain things to me in detail to be sure I'll understand it properly. So, what is true?"

Fox looked back at Wolf, who still waited for him to say it.

"I-it is true that..." Fox said to him, "That... we called you here to... have sex with Falco..." Fox was nearly stammering now, and he then added in a small voice:

"While I watch..."

There, Fox finally said it. He finally said the words and admitted what this whole situation was about. He finally admitted aloud that he and Falco had gone out of their way to call Wolf, of all people on the Cornerian System, to come to their house and have sex with Falco, while fox sat back and watched, during Valentines.

Curiously, saying it aloud wasn't as cataclysmic and ground shattering as Fox thought it was.

Until Wolf said:

"Then ask me to do it. Nicely."

Fox stared at Wolf, who was grinning as wide as a shark as he looked at the vulpine.

"And remember that I'm not as educated as you, so you will have to use simply terms. Crude ones will actually do better."

Wolf was rubbing it in. He was rubbing it in and there was no sugarcoating it. Fox's hands balled into fists, as he squeezed them in some sort of feeling. Was it anger? It should be anger. After all, this was a moment when he was supposed to feel anger... right?

Then, what was this estrange feeling of excitement within him?

"W-Wolf..."

"Hmmm?" Wolf was looking very intently at Fox. Meanwhile, Falco was looking in between them two of them, and he locked eyes with Fox. He was silently saying: 'If you want, let's stop this now'.

However, Fox felt like they could not stop. Not when they've come so far already.

"C-could you... p-please..." Fox said, and then he spoke something in a low voice. So low that even Wolf's canine ears could not catch it.

"What?"

Fox said again, but it was once more in that low voice that only came out as unintelligible gibberish. The fox was fumbling is feet as he looked down at them.

"Look, pup, I'm not on the mood for those games." Wolf said, causing Fox to stare at him. "You may not believe it, but I'm a busy man, I have places to go and people to see. I took time from my busy schedule to come here see you and your pet bird." He was referring to Falco as he spoke that, "You think I would have cancelled all my other stuff to make a favor for anyone else? Well, I wouldn't. I came here to make a favor to you two. The very least you can do, is ask the favor nice and clearly for me."

There was a long silence following those words. The kind of silence that you hear before a bomb goes off. The kind of pregnant silence that preceded a cataclysmic event.

Just when Wolf showed that he was about to leave, Fox finally said it:

"Fuck my boyfriend!"

Wolf stopped on his tracks, and he looked intently at the vulpine. Fox looked back at him, and then he spoke again:

"Wolf... please, fuck my boyfriend."

Wolf looked at him for a few more moments, as if he was waiting for something else, and then it clicked on Fox, who added:

"...sir."

Wolf looked at him for a few seconds, and then he smirked in a way that would make envy to the most vicious thriller-movie serial killer.

"Well." Wolf said, "Since you asked nicely."

He turned to Falco, and said:

"Go stand next to your boyfriend, birdie."

Falco didn't questioned, and he just rushed to stand right by Fox's side. Fox was looking at the ground as Falco walked to his side, and he cast a brief glance to Falco, who was now looking at Wolf very intently, as if waiting for the next order.

"Now..." Wolf said to them, "You know, you two seem to be a bit overdressed." Wolf said to the two. "Why don't you take the excess clothing off? Take of the pants and shirts. And those boots seem uncomfortable. Get them off."

Falco finally looked Fox way, and Fox looked back at him, and they both started doing it, grabbing the underside of their shirts and pulled them up.

"No, not like that, dudes." Wolf said to the two, making them stop. "Make it right. Come on, make a good show."

"What?" Fox said, "You mean, as if we were strippers?"

Wolf smirked at the vulpine.

"You said it, not me."

Fox and Falco shared yet another look, and then they did as they were told.

They went back to removing theirs shirts, but now slower, and in a more sensual way.

They moved their hips in a gyrating pattern as they moves their shirts up, and then above their heads, and then up their arms, until they were finally off, and then they let them drop to the floor, before turning their attention to their pants.

They still tried to "make a good show", as they gyrated their hips, but it was clear that neither of them was much used to it. Well, Falco actually seemed to have some skill, as his slender avian body helped with this somehow. They lowered their pants down to the ground and stepped out of them, revealing that they were both wearing bright-pink thongs.

Those were also a demand of Wolf, and he pretty much liked seeing the two wearing that. He licked his lips as he looked at the two, and was now starting to undress himself, as he removed his leather jacket, while the two proceeded to unbuckle their boots and remove them.

They both mentally sighed as those boots came out. Wolf was right. Those were uncomfortable, and they were actually glad for getting them off.

Now, there they stood, with only collars and pink thongs, while Wolf looked at the two of them, before getting up and walking in their direction.

As he approached, it was easy to see the difference in built between the two of them and the mercenary.

Fox and Falco were not weak, by any means. However, due to the type of training they had at the academy, they had a specific type of strength. They were trained to be able to handle piloting better than direct combat, and they developed resilience and reflexes more than sheer strength. As a result, they had a swimmer-type body.

Wolf, on the other hand, had a much different upbringing as he became a mercenary, a guy who was used to do dirty job with his own hands. His body was more muscular than those of the two, with a broad chest and thick arms. It was possible to see because he removed both his jacket and his shirt while he watched the two undress. That difference in built, combined with the fact he was taller than the two, certainly made him seem the more manly of the three, with the two seeming lithe, even girly, near him. Especially with that underwear.

"Hmmm, not bad." Wolf said to the two. He stood just a feet away from the two of them, and he started to circle them both, taking a look at their features. Falco's, in particular.

Falco let out a "cawk!!!" as Wolf slapped his buttocks.

"Not bad at all." Wolf said, and ran a hand over Falco's behind, causing the bird's feather to ruffle slightly. He then turned his look at Fox's.

"You're not bad yourself, pup." Wolf said as he patted Fox's own butt. Fox's tail reflectively curled, hiding his butt from sight, as a blush formed on his face. He was still trying to understand why this whole situation turned him in so much...

Wolf then walked in front of the two of them, and looked at the two.

"Gotta admit, you two look rather good... for a couple of fags."

As Wolf said that, he reached out with his hands and grasped their crotches. Both of them jumped slightly as they were handled like that, but neither of them tried to back away, avoid the touch, or even protest as Wolf started to grope, nearly molest, the couple.

In fact, they even started moaning slightly as they were touch like that by the man. They shivered as Wolf played with their bulges, squeezing, fondling, moving and playing with them with a level of skill that could only say that he had done this kind of thing before.

"You like it?" Wolf said to the two, seeing them shiver and moan helplessly, and feeling their bulges starting to form tents under his ministrations. "I've been told that my fingers are magic."

Neither of them said anything about it, and they simply allowed Wolf to do as he wanted with the two of them. Wolf could keep playing with them like that until they orgasmed inside their thongs. Over and over again. However, as much fun it would to make the two of them squirm under his hands by doing that, it was not the kind of fun he was in here for.

With this in mind, Wolf grabbed the waistbands of their thongs, and tugged as hard as he could.

The strings tore off rather easily, and the girly underwear was literally rip off their bodies. This caused Falco to "skwak" and Fox to "yip" as they felt the underwear they were wearing to be literally ripped off their bodies.

The ruined garments were on Wolf's hands, but he casually dropped the two of them to the ground as he took a look on the material he would working with, although he had no intention of actually touching either of those "equipment"...

Falco was not bad. He was on six-and-a-half inches. Average, by all means. The pinkish cock came out of the bird's genital slit, where it usually remained hidden, and it was curved and with a pointed tip. Wolf has not been with many birds, and he assumed that this was regular for them.

However, the subject of attention in here was Fox's equipment. It was pretty much what one would expect of a canine. Thick body, becoming thinner on the spear-like tip, with a bulbous knot on the base. There was really nothing too interesting about it... save for the size.

"No... way." Wolf said, a smirk on his lips as he looked at Fox's hard vulpine cock. He had felt it while he was massaging Fox's crotch. He could tell from touch alone that it was not big. But now that he was looking at it, he could take in just how small it was.

"It's so tiny." Wolf said, sounding like he would start laughing at any moment.

"H-hey!" Fox said to Wolf, blushing madly. "I-it's not small! I mean... I-it's regular-sized for a fox!"

"Really?" Wolf asked him. "And, how big is this 'regular-sized' fox cock of yours, hmm?"

Wolf was looking intently at Fox, waiting for his answer, and Fox's blush deepened. He looked down, and then said, in a meek voice:

"T-two inches..."

There were three seconds of silence, before Wolf let out a loud laughter.

"HA! TWO INCHES?" He said, his face one of pure joy. "JUST TWO FUCKING INCHES!? FOR REAL??"

He continued to laugh.

"Dude, my cock was bigger than that when I was four!" Wolf said to the vulpine, "With a pathetic little dicklet like that, no wonder your boyfriend wanted someone else to come and fuck him." Wolf said, stepping closer to Fox, who now felt smaller than ever (pun totally intended) before the wolf.

"Such a pathetically little thing." Wolf said, grasping the two inches long fox dick with only his thumb and index fingers. Fox shivered under his touch. "It's so small. Can you even feel it on your butt, birdie?" He asked to Falco. "Or is it so small you can't even tell when it is in? Bet you can hardly get off being fucked by such a pathetic excuse for a dick."

He was grinning madly at Fox, who ventured to look up at him.

"A pathetic excuse of a dick for a pathetic excuse of a man, right?" Wolf said to him, his voice dripping with the type of poison he would gladly spit right on Fox's mouth and then masturbate while he watched the vulpine foaming from his mouth. "Admit it, Fox, you are not even a real man, are you?"

Fox looked at Wolf, and a whimper escaped his throat as he was size by the bigger canine.

"He is!" Said a firm voice, one that made both Fox and Wolf look to the side, to see Falco looking intensely at the lupine.

"Fox is the best man I've ever met." Falco said firmly, and Wolf looked at him.

"Is he?" Wolf asked, and he looked at Falco, who was now almost glaring daggers at him. That was when Wolf realized he might have started to overstep things. Now it was a good idea to step back and tune it down before he completely killed the mood. He came there prepared to have a piece of ass, and he didn't wanted to go back home blue-balled.

"Okay..." Wolf said, opening his pants, and lowering slightly his underwear, just enough to reveal his own privates. His sheath was pretty much the same as Fox, and the red tip of his cock was already poking out. Wolf wasted no time, and started to touch himself. He started like always, by playing with his balls, fondling them and squeezing lightly, that worked to coax more of his cock out of his sheath, and then, once enough of it was out, Wolf focused his attention on rubbing it.

Falco and Fox watched as Wolf played with himself, coaxing his member into hardness. The more it grew, the more their own eyes widened, until they were nearly ready to pop out when the member reached full hardness.

It had the same shape as Fox's but is had a clear difference in size. As Fox's dick was only two inches long, Wolf's was nearly twelve from tip to base, with a two-inch thick knot to boot.

"Nice, ain't it?" Wolf asked the two, seeing how they both ogled at his cock. His attention was focused on Falco, who nearly had his tongue lolled out of his mouth and read to start drooling. Wolf smirked at the bird, and then turned to Fox.

"You got admit, pup." Wolf said, looking Fox in the eyes. "Compared to this, that baby dicklet of yours' don't seem a lot." As Wolf said that, he moved his hips, causing his own hugged dick to rub on Fox's much smaller one.

Fox shivered, as his small dick throbbed. This surprised Fox himself, and also Wolf.

"Oh, do you like that, pup?" Wolf said, "Bop!"

Wolf pointed his dick straight to Fox's, and then poked it right into the tip with its own tip. Fox once more shivered, and now a weak whimper was escaping his throat, as his cock throbbed and started to leak some pre. Wolf noticed all of this, and he chuckled, but refrained himself from teasing too much, as he was afraid he could end up killing the mood. Instead, he just delighted himself in knowing he had made Fox himself all blushy and squirmy, and that his dick was, like he always supposed, much bigger than the vulpine's.

"Okay, I guess we've stalled for long enough, right?" Wolf said to the two, and grasped them gently by their dicks. "Let's get this party started, shall we?"

He gave a single stroke to both their dicks, making them moan helplessly, before he started pulling them. He was, quite literally, pulling them by their dicks in direction to the bed.

He had then both stop right before the bed, with Falco standing before Wolf himself, while Fox was standing by the side. Wolf sat on the bed, and said:

"Kneel."

Falco did so immediately, and he was now within perfect line of sight to Wolf's engorged cock.

Fox hesitated for a second, but he also followed Wolf's instructions and knelt, as he looked at Falco eyeing that lupine dick as if it was a piece of candy. Wolf cast a glance to Fox.

"Well, I was talking to the birdie." Wolf said with a smirk, "But, glad to know you are ready to follow instructions, pup. Keep up like that and you might receive a treat before the night ends."

Fox looked at Wolf, and he felt a pang of annoyance for how condescending Wolf was being to him. However, that palled in comparison to the feeling of excitement inside of him from said condescending treatment, which translated as his own cock throbbing and leaking pre from the tip.

What was happening to him? He never had this type of reaction before when Wolf talked down to him. Of course, he had never been on that type of situation with Wolf before.

Wolf, on his end, didn't paid too much attention to Fox, instead preferring to turn his gaze to Falco, who was looking at the lupine's cock, licking the chops of his beak as he did so.

"Do you want it, birdie?" Wolf asked to Falco, causing the blue avian to look up at him.

"Don't be shy." Wolf said, grasping the base of his cock, right behind the knot, and waving it before the bird, just as a person would wave a bait in front of a fish to get them to bite. "Give it a taste. We all know you want to."

And Falco did wanted to. He really wanted to, and that was easy to see from the way he was salivating only by looking at that big wolfy dong. And now, Wolf has given him the green light. Still, Falco cast a glance to the side, to look at Fox. For a moment, he thought Fox was going to put an end to it all, by the expression on his face, but them, he noticed the desire on Fox's eyes, and the way his cock throbbed. A single nod was everything Falco needed.

Turning his eyes back to Wolf's dick, Falco leaned forward, sticking his tongue out, and he gave a long lick to the cock, from knot to pointed tip.

This caused Wolf to murr in approval and satisfaction.

"Ohhh, yeahhhh. That's the good stuff." Wolf said, as Falco then gave another lick to his member, and then another. "That's it, birdie, keep licking that tasty wolf dick. That's a good birdie."

Falco let out soft moans as he worshipped that cock, his own cock hard and throbbing in between his legs. Falco focused his whole attention on the cock, licking it from bottom to top, licking around the knot, and swirling his tongue around the tip as he lapped at all the pre that leaking from the tip of Wolf's member.

All the while, Wolf kept talking to him as he went down, urging him to "take more of it", and to "lick the tip more", and sometimes, when he made something Wolf particularly liked, he would either say "nice trick, bluey" or "good birdie". All of that only served to make Falco all the more eager, and when Wolf told him to "just start sucking", Falco didn't needed to be told twice, as he opened his beak and took the whole thing into his mouth, moaning around it as he started to suck and wrap his tongue around it as he bobbed his head, what greatly satisfied Wolf.

"Oh, yeah, now that's what I'm talking about." Wolf said, as he rested a hand on Falco head as the avian went down on his dick. "That's it, swallow that dick now. Gooooood birdie."

He then looked at the side.

"Was he ever that eager when he was sucking you off, pup?" He asked Fox, "Or, was that little dicklet of yours too small to even be sucked properly?" He laughed after saying that. Fox could only whimper as he heard that. However, he was not upset for being talk down like that at all. Actually, Fox was enjoying this way more than he ever thought he would.

There was something about watching your boyfriend suck off another guy right before your eyes that just made you feel good inside, you know? Maybe it was seeing Falco so happy for having a bigger dick to play with. Fox knew that Falco was not very happy with Fox's two-inch dick, but he didn't said anything, because he loved Fox. Guess it was to be expect that Falco would, eventually, want something bigger.

And now, there they were, with Falco happily gobbling Wolf's dick, and Fox watching it all and getting turned on by everything. The proof of it was the blush on his face, the way he panted as he watched, and the fact that he was masturbating as he looked at the two doing that.

Fox was using his index finger and thumb to rub his two-inch dick up and down. That was all that he needed to masturbate, as his closed fist would be too much around his fox-sized cock. A fact that was not lost to Wolf, who was sure to rub it in.

"That's it, pup. Rub that little dicklet of yours while your boyfriend goes down on my dick. How proper, that a pup like you has a small pup dick, ain't that right?" And Wolf laughed as he made fun of Fox. Fox whimpered as he was talked down like that, but he masturbated faster as he was insulted.

Wolf had a lot of insults to tell Fox, most of it focused on how small Fox was, and on how much more of a man Wolf himself was, and how much Falco clearly preferred his "true man cock" in place of his "baby dicklet".

Each insult made Fox whimper a bit more, but also made his cock throb and leak pre. Still, when you are insulted so much by your archrival, who is currently receiving a beakjob from your own boyfriend, it was hard not to let it sting. Fox's whimpers were starting to become of the pained kind.

That was when Fox felt Falco's feathery hand holding his own. Falco was focused on sucking Wolf's cock, but he was still able to look at the corner of his eye to Fox and, seeing his perceived distress, held the vulpine's hand with his own.

Just tell the words and we stop now, was what Fox could see on the only eye that looked back at him while Falco continued to bob his head up and down on the cock. Fox's answer was only a simply nod that silently said: "it's fine, I'm actually enjoying it".

"Ohhh, aren't you two the sweetest?" Wolf said, looking down at the two as they held hands as they sucked his dick and masturbated, respectively. "But, I'm afraid that, right now, this is not about the two of you. It's about me getting some mouth... or beak. You're doing a pretty good job, birdie, keep this up. Show this pup what you would do if his dick was not so ridiculously small."

And so, they continued what they were doing. Falco was a very good cocksucker, that much Wolf could attest from being serviced by the bird's skilled beak. It was much different from being service by someone with actually lips, but the avian showed that he knew a few tricks. He certainly was able to swallow and deep-throat his dick way better than most other bitches, and even some fags, Wolf has been with before. The tip of his beak pecked on his dick a little bit, but the avian seemed to be aware of this and was cautions with the point. Besides, it was not as if Wolf was as much of a wuss as Fox to complain about such a thing when he was getting a free head.

Wolf was the one in full control, as he had a grip on Falco's head, and was holding it firmly, but not enough to hurt, as he moved Falco's head up and down his cock. Falco didn't protested or tried to resist, and actually enjoyed being handled like that, and he moaned as continued to suck and lick as Wolf slowly moved him up and down his cock.

It was slow because Wolf didn't wanted to end it too soon. He was pretty much enjoying the power trip he was getting in addiction to sex. After all, how many times you have the chance to fuck the mate of your rival while said rival just sits there and watches like a good little cuck? Emphasis on the "little".

Not many, in Wolf's book. This being actually the first time he ever had a chance like that, and he was being sure to milk it as much as he could. He smirked as he looked to the side, to see that Fox was still panting like a bitch and whimpering, masturbating that pathetic dicklet of his' with only two fingers as he watched Falco suck on Wolf's dick. Submission and defeat were all over his face. This was powerful to Wolf. This was the ultimate proof of a point that Wolf had been trying to make for years:

That he was more man than that pathetic McCloud could ever hope to be. That, even if Fox was a stablished pilot graduated on the Academy and loved by everyone in Lilac and on the system, Wolf was still more of a man than he could ever hope to be.

Wolf loved that feeling of superiority over the poor cuck.

That was another reason why he was taking it slow, as he wanted this to last for as long as possible.

However, all good things must eventually come to an end. And this end was approaching at a very past pace for Wolf, who has been looking forward to this night ever since he got that call weeks ago.

So, he eventually was reaching his limit. Falco knew that Wolf was close, because of the way the lupine was grasping the feathers of his head and moving it up and down his engorged cock as if it was a fleshlight. Wolf was being pretty rough, but it was okay, for Falco liked it rough. However, Falco was a little worried that Wolf would try knotting his beak.

All the while, Fox whimpered and whined as he masturbated to the sight, knowing that he could never make Falco gag the way Wolf was. Falco loved the rough play but, more than anything, he loved big dicks. They always used toys when they had sex, and all of the toys were at least nine-inches long. Seven whole inches bigger than Fox.

Fox knew that he was not well endowed. Not the way Falco wished he was but was too nice to say it to Fox's face. That was why they had so many toys, in the first place, so Falco could gag on a dildo and feel it poking deep on his ass the way he loved without having to go behind Fox's back with another guy. This had been enough to them. That was what Fox thought, until he asked Falco that fateful question, to which Falco's answer led to this moment they were into right now.

He could only look and whine, rubbing his pathetic excuse for a cock while Wolf fucked Falco's throat deep and raw, as the avian loved it. In a way that Fox would never be able to without the use of a toy.

Wolf, minding little to nothing about Fox's turmoil now that he was so close to release, started growling loudly as his orgasm approached at a fast pace. His instincts told him to knot, but he knew that it would not be a good idea, for a few different reasons. Starting with the fact that, last time he knotted someone's mouth, the poor faggot nearly suffocated to death. He had to dislocate the poor sod's jaw to get his knot out and then realign it himself. The guy never answered his calls after that.

So, Wolf had something different in mind. Something that was nearly better than knotting that avian's beak.

Wolf pulled out, moving Falco out of his cock and forcing him to stand back.

"Brace yourself, birdie." Wolf said, as he replaced the mouth with his own hand, and was beating his meat in a manner that verged on desperation. "You too, pup."

They both stood on their knees as Wolf masturbated, and they both realized what was coming. Falco opened his beak while closing his eyes, while Fox got ready himself.

Wolf grunted hard, gritting his teeth as he reached his peak. His tip flared and his knot swelled as he orgasmed.

His first jets were aim at Falco. Falco moaned as he felt the hot, sticky ropes of cum shoot on his beak and face, with three of them landing right into his beak, while one landed over his forehead and face, and the other landed on his neck.

After those five ropes of cum, Wolf changed the angle of his cock, so it was now aiming at Fox. Fox yelped as he felt the cum felling on him. He closed his eyes right on time to avoid cum getting into his eye, and three more ropes of cum landed all across his face as he turned to the side. As a result, Fox's entire left side of his face had been coat in Wolf's semen.

Wolf sighed as his orgasm subsided, and he looked at the two pilots before him, covering them on his cum.

"You two never looked better." Wolf said to the two, with a grin on his face. Falco swallowed the cum inside his beak and wiped the excess cum from his eyes so he could open them. As he did, he could hear Fox's whimpering.

Fox was looking down, his face bright-pink with a blush, his ears flat against his skull. He was still masturbating as he was covered in cum, his cock leaking pre in copious amounts. However, the way he whimpered was almost as if he was physically hurt.

Fox looked up when he felt feathery hands touching his cheeks. He saw Falco looking at him, and then Falco moved forward and kissed Fox on the lips.

Fox melted on that kiss, as his whimpering stopped, and they continued to kiss for a few moments, with Fox feeling the sharp taste of Wolf cum's on Falco's beak, before they broke the kiss. During this, a bit of the cum on Fox's muzzle remained on Falco's beak, and he licked it from his beak.

Then he leaned forward, and it seemed that he would kiss Fox again. However, he just licked more cum from Fox's muzzle.

He proceeded to lick all of the cum from the side of Fox's face, like a mother lion licking the face of a cub. That was certainly how Fox felt about this, as he blushed more as Falco so diligently cleaned Wolf's cum from him, while his own face was still covered on the lupine's juices.

Once he was done, he and Fox looked at each other, and Falco's eyes were warm and kind at his boyfriend.

"Dawwww, aren't you two the sweetest?" Said Wolf's voice, making the two of them look at him, as he looked at them with a sarcastic smile. "Seriously, you're so sweet it make me nauseous. But, we are not done yet."

He waved his cock for the two to see. It was still hard and throbbing, even though he had just had an orgasm.

"This gun still has one more load left." He said to the two, "And I don't plan to leave here until I have gone empty. So, let's cut the chase and go down to business, yeah?"

He then got up, and looked at Falco.

"Get on the bed, birdie." He said to the avian. "All fours, with your ass turned to me."

Falco didn't wasted time in obeying. He seemed to still be eager, as his own hard cock throbbed and leaked pre like a fountain between his legs. He quickly got in position on the bed, on his hands and knees with his feet hanging on the edge and his butt turned to the end of the bed. His feathery tail up, revealing his pinkish tailhole.

That was not a new sight for Fox, who had been dating Falco for long enough to know every part of his body, even the most intimate ones. Wolf, however, was seeing for the first time and, like a rich man who is checking a fine animal he just bought, he was now inspecting Falco's butt.

He placed a hand on the feathered tush, with Falco standing perfectly still for him.

"Hmmm, nice." Wolf said, looking at that pinkish ring of flesh. "That's a nice faggot-cunt you got there, birdie. Looks tight too." He ran a finger over that pucker, and this caused it to clench reflexively. "Gonna be a tight fuck."

Wolf was smirking as he said that.

"Now, normally I would go in dry, but I'm afraid it might be too much of a shock." Wolf said, "I mean, going from Fox's baby dick to my man's dick. Don't want to hurt you."

He then turned his look at Fox.

"Lube him up for me, pup." He said, and it was not a request, but a command. Fox knew it by the tune Wolf used when saying it to him. And now, Fox could do nothing more than to say a "yes, sir", as his cock throbbed and leaked more pre as he started to get up.

Wolf grabbed his arm when Fox was about to walk around the bed.

"Where do you think you're going, pup?" Wolf asked him, baring his teeth as he continued to grin at him.

"T-to grab the lube." Fox said, "Is on that nightstand..."

"Oh, you actually have lube?" Wolf asked him. "What, afraid of hurting him with that dicklet of yours? Cute."

Actually, Fox didn't needed much lube with his dick. It was mostly for the toys they used, but he didn't had the chance to say it, as wolf grabbed the fur on the back of his head and pulled it, making Fox yelp as his chin was forced up. He could then, once more, smell Wolf's breath as the grinning lupine had his muzzle very close to Fox's face.

"Save the bottle, pup. You'll be lubing him up for me with that cute tongue of yours. Now, get to work."

This was all Wolf said to the vulpine, before forcing him to kneel again, placing his face directly in front of Falco's tailhole.

This position was not new to Fox. Not at all. He had been in that kind of position many times on the time he and Falco had been together, but this was the first time that he was literally force into this position by Wolf. Still, it didn't meant too much for Fox, as the situation was familiar enough that he didn't had to think too hard about it.

Fox simply opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Falco's pucker clenched reflexively as Fox ran his tongue over it. Fox could feel Falco shudder under the familiar touch of the fox tongue on his ring, and he even let out a weak moan as he was tongued.

"What an obedient pup." Wolf said, "Didn't even needed to be told twice."

Soon, Fox was eating Falco out like he usually did when they were all alone, running his tongue over the pucker and around the rim, before he eventually started to force his tongue inside until it slipped into the ring of flex, which clenched but then relaxed to welcome the invading appendage into his rectum, which was very clean, since Falco was through with his personal hygiene, especially during special days.

"That's it, pup." Wolf said, pressing Fox's muzzle harder into Falco's rear. "Do a good tonguing. Make it nice and slick. Remember, you're lubing it for me and my dick, not you and your little baby dicklet."

Fox didn't needed to be told or pushed muzzle-first on Falco's tailhole to work diligently in it. In fact, over the time they were together, Fox found out this to be one of the things he loved to do the most. There was something about eating out someone's tailhole that was just tantalizing. Many would disagree with it, but Fox certainly felt like it was the kind of thing that he enjoyed doing.

Especially because it made Falco moan pretty loud. Like he was doing now.

"F-Fox..." Falco moaned, his back arching as Fox's tongue wiggled deep into his tailhole, and eventually pressed right into the avian's prostate, causing his cock to jump and squirt pre each time it happened. "F-Fox. Ohhhh, Fox. Fox! My dear Foxy! Ohhhhh, Fooooooooox!"

Falco continue to moan the name of his boyfriend, what urged Fox to work even harder on Falco's ass, even grabbing the cheeks with his hands and spreading them apart, so his tongue could go even deeper. This only made Falco moan Fox's name louder as he pushed back towards his boyfriend's open muzzle. His cock throbbing hard each time that tongue pressed on his prostate.

At this rate, Falco would be cumming only from that tongue on his ass.

However, Wolf was not having any of that.

With a snarl, Wolf pulled Fox out of Falco's ass. His tongue slipped out with a *schlorp* as Fox was, quite literally, thrown back by Wolf, landing on his butt, causing him to yip once more, and making Falco let out a needy moan as he felt his ass suddenly empty.

"Fox?" Falco asked, looking back, only to see Wolf climbing on the bed behind him, his twelve-inch long dick throbbing and standing into attention. Wolf was now naked, as he removed both his pants and underwear. The canine was looking back at the avian with a growl that made Falco shiver in equal parts of excitement and fear.

"That's enough, birdie." Wolf growled to the avian, as he grabbed Falco's hips with his hands in a tight grip. "It is my name that you should be moaning here tonight. Not that baby-dicked cuck's."

With that said, Wolf started humping on that feathery butt. His cock rubbed in between Falco's cheeks, letting the avian take in just how BIG it was. This caused is pucker to clench even harder at the prospect of soon having that MONSTER of a cock shoved inside. It was bigger than any of their toys...

Soon, Wolf found his mark, as the tip of his cock now rested on Falco's pucker.

"Sing for me, birdie." Wolf said, before he started pushing forward. Falco arched his back and gasped as Wolf pushed in without any pause. He only stopped when fur inches of his dick were already inside.

"Yo, birdie." Wolf said to Falco, who was panting and shivering like mad. "You doing okay there?"

Falco took a few deep breaths, and he looked over his shoulder. He looked at Wolf and, instead of any words, he simply nodded as he continued to pant.

"Good." Wolf said, grinning, "Because I'm not stopping."

With that said, Wolf pressed two more inches of his dick into Falco's tailhole, and then he started to thrust. His cock went in and out of Falco's hear at a steady pace. Wolf didn't bothered building up the momentum, and only went to whatever pace he felt like doing. Falco didn't complained, as he only let out a "squawk!" and shivered like mad, his cock throbbing and shooting pre under him as he was fucked by a dick bigger than any other he had before on his life.

And it was not even half-way in yet!

However, that would soon be changing, as Wolf was soon forcing more and more of his cock into Falco's tailhole, sending it even deeper on Falco's ass, hitting places inside of him that had never been hit before, be it by toy, by tongue, and definitely not by Fox's fox-sized cock. By the time Wolf had three-fourths of his dick sliding in and out of Falco's tailhole, the avian was moaning like as a bitch in heat.

"W-wolf! Wolf! Ohhhh, Wolf! You're so big! S-so biiiig! Ohhh, Wolf! I-I feel it inside of me! Oh, great Andross, it is practically reaching my stomach! Ohhh, you're so big, Wolf! Wolf!!!"

Wolf had a shit-eating grin on his face as he made that bird moan louder from his dick than he was moaning from Fox's tongue just minutes ago.

"You hear it, pup?" Wolf said, "You hear how this birdie is singing? Bet he never moaned this loud when you were shoving that sad excuse for a dick up his ass."

Wolf looked over his shoulder.

"Did he?" Wolf asked, and he looked over at Fox.

"N-no..." Fox said, his voice a whimper that was only barely audible over Falco's squawking and moaning. Wolf looked at Fox over his shoulder with his good eye, and he saw that the poor vulpine was shaking and whimpering as he looked at them go. He didn't seemed like he would cry, but his expression was just as pitiful. Nearly as pitiful as the fact that he was masturbating his little dick furiously as he watched Wolf fuck his boyfriend.

What a sad little cuck...

"Oh, how cute you are, jerking that little baby dick while I breed your boyfriend." Wolf said and, as if to give emphasis, he gave a particularly hard thrust, which made Falco let out a high-pitched squawk that nearly sounded like a little girl's squeal. Probably this was the avian version for the said sound?

"You know, I actually feel sorry for you." Wolf said, and Fox looked at him, not once seeming like he would stop masturbating. "Seriously, I do." Wolf said again, "That's why I'm going to be a pal and let you take part."

Wolf then raised his tail, giving Fox a view of his balls and tailhole for Fox. Fox's eyes widened at this.

Was that...? Was Wolf going to let him...?

"You can come here and lick my balls while I fuck this birdie senseless." Wolf said, and Fox only looked.

"Huh?" Fox managed to let out, and he just stood there for a few moments.

"What? Aren't you happy?" Wolf asked him, as he continued to fuck Falco.

"I-I am..." Fox said, "I-I thought that... that you meant..."

"What?" Fox asked him, "You thought I was inviting you to fuck me!?"

Wolf paused his fucking for a moment, twisting his body to look better at Fox.

"Did you actually thought I was inviting you to shove that pathetic dicklet of yours up my ass? For real?" Wolf nearly sounded angry as he said that. Fox's ears flattened against his head, and a whine escaped his throat.

"Hah! Think again, cuck!" Wolf said to him, "I'm the kind of guy who fucks, not the one who gets fucked! Even if I was, I would certainly not be offering my shit-hole to some baby-dicked fox."

Fox whimpered more as he was talked down like that. Wolf then turned back to Falco, and resumed fucking him, making the avian start squealing once more.

"The offer is still up." Wolf said, now no longer looking at the vulpine behind him. "But, since you decided to have daring ideas, I no longer want you to lick my balls. You are interested in my ass? Well, then you can start licking it!"

Fox was actionless for a few moments, only looking at Wolf's pucker, which moved back and forth as he continued to fuck Falco hard.

"Tonight, pup!" Wolf said, snapping Fox back to reality, as he seemed to have been into trance as he looked at the movement's of Wolf's butt. "You better do it now, or I'll just finish here and you will have no part at all."

Fox looked for a few more moments, and then he started walking in direction to wolf.

He once more was on his knees, and now he was looking forward to Wolf's moving butt. The lupine's raised tail gave Fox the perfect view of Wolf's pucker. It was clenching and relaxing, in answer to Wolf's huffing and fucking of the blue avian. Fox found it hard to approach properly with Wolf's butt moving, but he was able to eventually reach it, opening his muzzle and then giving it a lick. The pucker clenched under the touch of Fox's tongue. Fox himself flinched back with the taste he got.

It was not a foul taste that would make him want to puke. The tailhole was clean, like Falco's. Not as clean, though, as it had a sharper flavor. The sheer flavor of strong masculine musk, as well as the smell of all of the sweat Wolf has worked up on a day (or several) of going around living his mercenary life.

It made Fox's cock throb violently between his legs, and prompted Fox to, once more, start masturbating, as he leaned forward and stuck his tongue out again, and started eating out Wolf, on the same manner he did with Falco.

And so, the three of them went, with Wolf breeding Falco while Fox ate his ass out. Fox even tried to force his tongue into Wolf's tailhole, only for Wolf to growl at him.

"Don't you dare, you faggot cuck!" Wolf said to him, "I don't take anything up my ass. You try that again and I'll kick you."

So, Fox limited himself to just pass his tongue over and around the ring of flesh, and taste the musk and stale sweat that was over it. Actually, Fox was glad that Wolf didn't wanted him shoving his tongue inside. The outside might be clean and musky, but Fox had serious doubts about the inside, but he refrained from speaking is mind, of course.

For several minutes, they remained like that, the sounds of Wolf's grunts and the moans of the other two filled the bedroom, combined with the sounds of sex as they continued with their act.

Falco's moans were getting louder and girlier as Wolf was now sending his entire cock in and out of the avian's mouth, with his knot sharply colliding with the avian's tailhole.

Meanwhile, Fox whimpered and moaned as he heard those moans and plapping sounds, and he continued to lick Wolf's pucker and masturbate furiously as he did. His cock was leaking pre in copious amounts, and throbbing hard as Fox masturbated with only two fingers. Fox knew that he would not last much longer at this rate. He could swear that his cock had never been this hard before on his life...

Then, with a grunt and a thrust, Wolf had most of his cock inside of Falco's ass. However, he didn't stopped there. He continued pressing forward, making Falco whimper as he felt that knot pressing hard on his tailhole. Harder and harder, until...

*pop*

"SQUAWK!"

Falco's whole body shivered, and the gayest moan that Wolf's ears ever heard escaped the avian beak. Wolf had a smirk on his lips.

"Felt it, Fox?" Wolf said, looking over his shoulder to look at the vulpine, who was still licking his tailhole like an obedient little bitch. "Did you hear that just now? You know, what it was? It was me knotting your boyfriend! And he is so fucking tight! Hear how he is moaning! Has he ever moaned like that with you? I bet not! This baby dick of yours could never get anyone to moan like this!"

As Wolf said those words to Fox, he continued to move his hips, as he was now knot-fucking Falco. He could not move too much, as his knot was locked into the avian's butt. However, he was able to move it just enough to make his cock shift inside of Falco's butt, stimulating him in all of the right places and ways to turn him into a shivering, moaning mess. Falco never felt this full before on his life.

All the while, Fox continued to whimper, like Wolf's tailhole and masturbate like there was no tomorrow. His cock also never felt as hard as it was feeling at that exact moment.

And so, Fox could not handle himself for much longer.

A whimper escaped his throat as his body tensed, his cock twitching from the masturbating. His knot tightened, his balls contracted closer to his body, and his tip flared as his orgasm hit. Ropes of pearly-white cum started shooting out of his dick, hitting the ground as Fox had one of the most intense orgasms he ever experienced on his life. Licking Wolf's tailhole while he fucked Falco.

Fox was not the only one who reached his peak, as Falco too wasn't that much behind. As he was fuck by the biggest dick he ever had on his ass, Falco let out a loud, drawn out squawk as his orgasm peaked. His whole body shuddered violently as his body was wracked by an orgasm. His avian cock flared as he shot his load all over the bed. Pearly-white avian semen coating the mattresses under him as Falco released his pleasure only from the pleasure inside of his ass. Hands-free orgasms were rare for Falco, as he often needed to masturbate, or at least have Fox give him a handjob to get him to actually orgasm when they are making love. However, with Wolf's monster of a dick Falco had, for the first time since he started dating Fox, reached an orgasm without a single touch to his cock.

All the while, Wolf kept an eye into their reactions. He could ear Fox's pathetic whimpering, and he could feel that tight tailhole clamping even harder around his cock. He knew on that moment that the baby-dicked cuck and feathery faggot were both orgasming, one after the other. As he realized that, he had a smirk on his face.

He was glad that the two have reached their orgasms. This meant that he could orgasm himself.

There was no way that Wolf would be the last one to orgasm. He had his pride, and he would not be the one who was easy enough to orgasm first when having sex with a pair of faggots. One of them being a pathetic cuck with an even more pathetic dicklet. This was a matter of pride to Wolf.

It proved to be hard, once the beak-face faggot had the best ass Wolf had fucked in years. So tight and warm. When Wolf knotted, he nearly lost it. But he held on, as he needed to assure his place as the Alpha of that room. As the one who could last the longer between all three of them.

Now that he made this point across, Wolf could finally let it loose.

Growling, Wolf fucked Falco with twice as much ferocity as before. This caused the avian to continued letting out pleasured avian noises, as this hard knot-fucking was milking his orgasm for all it was worth, causing it to drawn out even more. However, Wolf was not interested on the feathered faggot's orgasm at all. He was only interested into his own release.

And soon, he got it.

With a final thrust, hilting his entire cock inside of the avian, Wolf arched his back as he let out a loud howl. Loud enough for the entire building to hear him. With this loud, dominant howl, Wolf finally reached his orgasm.

His cock swelled even more, effectively locking inside of Falco's tailhole as Wolf's tip flared. A flood of white cum spurt out of the lupine's dick, coating all of Falco's insides on it.

Falco felt himself fuller than he had felt in three years.

Certainly way more than when Fox cummed inside of him.

After what felt like an eternity, they all relaxed, as their orgasms subsided.

With this, all that was left behind was the familiar feeling of bliss and relaxation that came after an intense orgasm. Fox and Falco were both panting and shivering. Wolf? He just ordered Fox to go bring him his jacket, what the vulpine obeyed without questioning.

"I'm gonna be here for a while, now that I knotted." Wolf said to the two, as he pulled out a cigar and a lighter from the pockets of his jacket. "Hope you don't mind if I take a smoke." He didn't even waited for their answer before lighting his cigar as he drew out from it, and then let out the smoke out in the air. Of course, neither of them said anything about it.

Fox, on his end, was too busy looking at his boyfriend. Falco was still shivering and panting from the whole ordeal he'd just been through.

"Falco..." Fox said, as he moved around Wolf and crawled on all fours into the bed. Wolf looked at the vulpine, as he crawled until he was laying right by Falco's side.

The avian turned his head to look at the vulpine. They looked at each other for nearly thirty seconds. Then they started to make out.

Vulpine muzzle locked with avian beak in a sloppy kiss. It was not like the kiss that Wolf gave Falco. No. There was something else on that kiss. Something that just was not there with Wolf.

Love.

There was actual love on that kiss. That much was plain to see to who looked at the way the two tenderly kissed and caressed each other as they made out.

Including Wolf, who was still knotted on Falco.

"You know his mouth had been both in your ass and in mine, don't you?" Wolf asked Falco. The avian broke the kiss, turning his head at Wolf.

"Mind your own business." The avian said to the lupine, before going back to kiss Fox. Actually, he was now kissing him even deeper. Falco even changed positions, causing the knot inside of him to shift, as he got into a sideways position where he could put his arms around Fox and pull him into a deeper kiss.

Wolf only watched the two making out like a pair of newlyweds over the course of thirty minutes. It was the time it took for his knot to get soft enough for him to pull out, what he did with a single hard pull, causing the avian to flinch as his ass suddenly felt empty, and the cum started gushing out.

"A-ah!" Falco said as he broke the kiss between them.

"Falco, you alright?" Fox asked, and Falco left out a sigh. He then nodded.

"Yeah..." The avian said, "Is just... it was quite something."

"It sure was." Fox said to him. "Did you liked it?"

"Yes." Falco said, and he looked at the vulpine. Fox was smiling at him.

"Yeah, I did too. In a way... Maybe more than I should."

Falco smiled back at him.

"So, guess everything worked out in the end, didn't it?" Falco said to Fox, pulling him closer to himself as he nuzzled him.

"Thanks for this, Fox." Falco said as he rubbed his beak on Fox's muzzle in an affectionate way. "This Valentine was the best."

"I'm glad you liked it." Fox said, as he started nuzzling Falco back. For a moment, it were only the two of them in there. On that bed. On that room. On the entire planet. Only each other. No one else to look at them, judge them or tell them that they were mistaken or didn't belonged together, for being both males or of different species.

It was only them on that world.

Well, them and Wolf.

"Man..." The lupine said, looking at the two. "You faggots really look cute together."

There was no malice as he called them "faggots". There was no mockery on his voice as he spoke to the two of them. He really sounded like he thought the two were cute.

Still, Falco's answer was pretty dry to the lupine.

"Yes, we are, thank you very much." The blue avian said to Wolf, "Now, since you are done, you can leave now. I want to cuddle with my boyfriend. You know where the door is, make sure to close it properly on your way out."

Wolf looked at the avian with a raised eyebrow, and Falco ignored him completely, as he just went back to hugged and cuddling with Fox, who cuddled back at him.

What with this attitude now? You weren't being like that when I was fucking that ass of yours' senseless, you fucking faggot chicken. Wolf thought. He didn't really liked this kind of attitude. But, since he was able to get a free fuck, he was not going to complain. So, he just left the happy couple of cock-hungry bird and baby-dick fox on the bed to cuddle all they wanted, as he worked on putting his clothes back.

Once he was dressed, Wolf was on his way out of the bedroom, ready to put his boots out there and go on his way out of that apartment and maybe grab a decent drink on the nearby bar, when a voice stopped him.

"Wolf!"

Wolf stopped and looked over his shoulder, and saw that the one who called him was Fox. The vulpine was looking at him.

For a long moment, Fox only looked at him, as if he had suddenly forgot what he wanted to say to the lupine. Or as if he was struggling to find the right words.

"What is it, pup?" Wolf asked Fox, and the vulpine finally was able to find the words.

"Can... can we... call you again some other time?"

For a long moment, Wolf looked back at the vulpine.

"Call me?" Wolf asked, and Fox fumbled with his words as he said:

"Y-yeah. You know... So we can... do it... again?"

His voice got smaller as he talked, until it was sounding very meek. Wolf looked at him, and he then looked at Falco.

He saw both of their expressions.

"You mean, fuck that boyfriend of yours while you watch and touch yourself like the sad little baby-dicked cuck you are?" Wolf asked and, after a few more moments of silence, a smirk opened on his muzzle again.

"Sure. I'd be up for that. Give me a call and I'll let you know when I'll be available." Wolf said to the two. "I'll also tell you what to get for when we do it. Today was pretty vanilla. Next time I'd like to try something else. Maybe with a pair of cuffs and a muzzle for that cute little face of yours, pup."

And, just like that, Wolf left, leaving the two boyfriends to cuddle.

"Are you serious?" Falco asked, "About him coming again?"

"Yeah." Fox said to him, "I mean, we both enjoyed it, right? So, I guess there would be no problem having him in again... As long as we make the boundaries clear."

"I mean... I guess you'd like to have him fuck you again, wouldn't you?" Fox finally asked. Falco looked at him, and then leaned forward to kiss Fox once more.

"I love you." Falco said to the vulpine. "Happy Valentines' Fox."

Fox could only smile back at his lover.

"Happy Valentines, sweetheart."