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The bitter taste of defeat stung Andross as his plans had been foiled once again by the meddlesome crew of team Star Fox. It didn't seem to matter what he'd come up with, every one of his schemes always seemed to end up as smoking debris that littered the space it all used to occupy. His latest ploy was no different.

Fed up with a string of constant losses, he instead opted to shift his efforts into preventing any further setbacks from happening. It took many long hours to concoct the perfect strategy but the time spent would pay off in dividends when he eventually got the chance to steal some success for himself.

His idea was fiendishly simple, though a bit difficult to accomplish. His well-honed thought process led him to realize that pesky fox had ample free time to clash with his brilliance, with the cretin getting impossibly lucky in dealing with his forces and causing yet another failure to befall him. No more would this happen as he came across an ingenious idea - alter the fabric of reality to make it so that the ace pilot had no choice but to divert efforts away from 'saving the day'.

How he'd do it was still a bit of a mystery to him at first, but he quickly thought of the perfect solution to his conundrum. It dawned on him that the vulpine was single, noting that married fighters had significantly less time to devote to flying through space as the burden of family consumed an increasingly larger portion of their lives. That was how he'd incapacitate the fox; the question now was with whom he'd entwine the young pilot's life with.

And that's when the perfect answer snuck up on him.

In a stroke of brilliance he remembered the leader of team Star Wolf having a rather heated rivalry with the upstart leader, noting his own failings with the wolf that left him discouraged with the space pirates. Yes, that gruff canine disappointed him far too much to let him forget about the misfortunes he had no choice but to accept - he'd be the perfect candidate.

His plan now made, he went about setting it into motion, twisting the threads of existence so that the pair of canines were the closest of lovers in a blissful marriage; he'd find it endearing if it didn't sicken him.

Once reality caught up, the two of them would be so preoccupied with one another that they'd have no time interfering with his work as their union would render their respective teams leaderless and ultimately dissolved. The act of shifting their lives to create this alternate truth wasn't something he was inherently familiar with, even on a passing level, but he understood enough about the science that he could still make it work albeit with some minor discrepancies that he, himself, didn't particularly comprehend. None of that was of any real concern as the main goal was eliminating the threat to his ambitions, leaving him ample opportunity to take control as he'd so desired for years now.

And then everyone across the Lylat System will once and for all know the name of their great leader, Andross.

***

"Seriously? You couldn't handle losing so you had to drag me down here too?" Fox McCloud spit at his bitter rival, the pair of them crash landing on an unfamiliar planet in a star system neither of them frequented.

"Don't try to pin this on me, McCloud. Yer pitiful flying skills brought ya here all on yer own!" Wolf O'Donnell shot back, his Wolfen star fighter lying in a smoldering wreck near the vulpine's totaled Arwing.

The pair of canines had been in the midst of a fierce dogfight when simultaneous shots incapacitated their flying controls, leading to them colliding in the planet's atmosphere where they were pulled to the surface as their propulsion systems completely malfunctioned with no way of escaping into space. It was a miracle either of them survived the crash at all.

Fox glowered at the one-eyed lupine with severe disdain. "And yet the notorious space pirate leader of Star Wolf crash landed here too? Maybe you're not as good a pilot as you think you are!"

"I'm many times the pilot you'll ever be," Wolf glared at the fox. "Remember that, pup."

That nickname. Fox always hated the wolf calling him that, almost as much as he hated how uncontrollable his rage was upon hearing it. His rival immediately knew how badly it got under his skin, to the point where it was brought up whenever possible for the sole purpose of trying to throw him off his game. He didn't want to admit how effective the tactic was.

Which is why his downed Arwing was the perfect distraction to get his mind off the other canine mere feet away from him. Scrap dealers might consider purchasing the ship in its state, so he clearly had his work cut out for him. There was so much to accomplish that he didn't even know where to start! Maybe navigation, although the wings were busted... Comms might actually be important to recover, although life support would help him in the short term...

Wolf faced many of the same problems with his own craft, his Wolfen in several pieces that he'd somehow have to reconnect with the limited tools available to him. Truthfully he had everything he needed to complete the job, it would only take far longer than he liked. Better get started then.

At the very least the guts of his ship were intact, meaning he didn't have to fiddle with delicate electronic equipment that he knew not enough about to deal with. He found himself far more proficient in tackling the heavy casing of his fighter and ensuring the metal components wrapped snug around the frame, which is why it pained him to see cracks in the hull along where the bolts were fitted. This was going to be a long day.

His good eye glanced in the direction of the orange-furred fox, seeing the other canine busy with repair work. Despite all the vitriolic animosity they'd thrown at each other over the years, he couldn't help but feel a begrudging respect for the younger pilot. Barely out of training and keeping him on his toes, just like the elder McCloud was able to. There weren't many other people in the universe he'd prefer to be stranded with.

All of a sudden he heard the vulpine grunting, his gaze revealing a piece of the metal frame contorted from the awkward landing that his boyfriend couldn't quite manage to bend back into shape. With a sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and ambled over to the other canine, cracking his knuckles in preparation for dealing with the uncooperative panel. "Here, lemme help with that."

"What, you think I can't handle something as easy as this?" Fox let the wolf take on the metal as he took a seat beside the older pilot.

Wolf wryly grinned; he appreciated that the fox knew how to accept help with so many others refusing to let anyone else aid them. "Well, if it was easy, ya wouldn't be struggling with it so much, right?"

Fox sat and watched the lupine grip the panel from both ends, snarling as the force applied slowly, but surely, got the piece looking like it should. He did feel grateful that he ended up on the planet with someone he actually wanted to be around, though he still felt bad about the miscommunication that led to them being grounded in the first place.

The rigid nature of the metal in Wolf's hands had him feeling like he'd just hit up the Academy's weight room with how sore his arms felt after the fact. He used to be so much more physically active when he was a cadet, only for his priorities to shift to being the best pilot in the entirety of the Lylat System once he was on his own. His memories of training led him to remember being quite decent in exercising, but at this point no one could pay him to return to his old routine.

Seeing the feat of strength had Fox a bit hot under the collar. "My hero," he regarded the lupine with a warm smile as he accepted the piece of metal and placed it where it was meant to go.

"I don't do that for just anyone, ya know that."

That was true, and Fox understood that. The other pilot had a fairly closed off personal life, one that he somehow managed to break into by sheer dumb luck. He honestly couldn't even recall when they started spending so much time together or what caused them to, but he was glad they did since the wolf was actually quite the lover. It had him rather upset that they fought on opposing sides. "Why do we fight?"

The question initially caught Wolf off-guard as the answer seemed obvious to him, but considering it was the vulpine who asked he realized that things weren't so simple. "Well, it's kinda our jobs."

Fox trudged over to and wrapped his arms around the taller canine. "But why do they have to be?" A wistful tone shone through his voice.

Hearing the melancholic demeanour coming from the man he loved most had Wolf pensive in return. "Expectations, I guess." That wasn't something he liked admitting, but the pair of them had reputations to uphold that felt extraordinarily hard to break at this point. "I don't think the universe is ready for us."

"Didn't realize it was everyone else's decision," Fox blurted out, his brow furrowed. While he had the legacy of his father augmenting his own impressive set of credentials, he knew for a fact the Cornerian Army wouldn't approve of the relationship he'd fostered with what was supposed to be his sworn rival. The knowledge that people who he looked up to for decades would turn around and dismiss their bond frustrated him to no end.

"Hey," Wolf cooed, guiding the other pilot's face to meet his by the chin, "they'll come around eventually. You McClouds aren't nobodies, ya mean a hell of a lot to those guys back at yer base, even I know that. If they ain't willing to look past us in spite of yer service, then that ain't yer problem. Fuck 'em."

"That's easy for you to say. You don't have to see them at all."

While Wolf wanted to object, the frustrated visage of the vulpine told him to reconsider his current trajectory. "No, I don't," he grinned. "I get to see yer handsome mug instead."

A goofy smile wormed its way onto Fox's face as he playfully swatted the other canine's chest. "Stop that!"

"Nah, it's true. I'm lucky to have you." As if punctuating his remark, Wolf leaned into the fox and pressed his lips against his lover's. It caught the younger pilot off-guard, but soon pushed back with force as well.

Fox ultimately didn't mind the lupine taking the lead so much given his relative inexperience in relationships. It gave him the opportunity to savour the moment between them, feeling the athletic physique through the fabric of the flight suit the older pilot wore. Being able to maintain a strict exercise regimen while helming a crew at the same time was truly a feat to behold. It was the kick in the pants he needed to do the same, with surprising results.

The lithe fox he used to be in training was a thing of the past as he now possessed a body more befitting of someone playing professional sports. His hard work and dedication showed through his own outfit, allowing the taller canine a chance to feel the chest he'd built up over an amazingly short amount of time. The touch alone got him to puff it out in reaction.

Wolf wasn't oblivious to how far the vulpine's body had come, thoroughly enjoying seeing the progress made on a frame not normally built for it. It genuinely amazed him that such a thing was even possible for his boyfriend. The shorter pilot reminded him a lot about himself from back in the day, and gave him ample places to hold the fox in such a way as if to reminisce. Feeling that kind of mass on another person felt pleasantly different than on himself.

"Hey," he pulled back from the kiss, his good eye looking at the setting sun on the horizon, "I think we oughta call it a night. We've had a long day."

"Yeah," Fox nodded. He then glanced back at his ship, his lips pursing when he saw how out of commission it was and how much work still needed to be accomplished in order to bring it back to flying condition. "I don't know if we should stop just yet, though. There's still a lot to do and I'd rather not be stuck on this rock for any longer than I need to."

Wolf just shrugged. "Suit yerself. I think some shut eye is more important for us in the long run." With that, he scanned the surrounding area bathed in the warm, orange light coming off from the planet's only sun, noting right away the ideal place to set up for the night. His survivalist skills were a bit lacking - which he kicked himself for - but the cover from the canopy of trees directly overhead of the clearing he spotted should be more than sufficient for a single night. "Yer more than welcome to join me when yer done doing whatever it is ya think still needs to be done."

Fox watched the larger canine saunter off to the patch of grass, his eyes trained on the undulating musculature of his boyfriend's back through the material of the shirt. A wry smile twisted his lips as he appreciated the wolf not wearing a jacket. He didn't exactly know how he managed to bag someone as attractive and attentive as the other pilot, but he was glad he did.

And honestly, sleep sounded really good right about then.

***

The night on the strange planet had been peaceful, much to the canines' relief. Neither of them stirred for any reason other than naturally rising with the sun, giving them rest that the pair of them sorely needed. While neither of them sustained any injuries, the impact from the shared crash had them sore across their frames with the only sure-fire thing to help being a chance to stop moving and let their bodies take care of the problem. They both slept like logs.

Which happened to be an apt descriptor of the two lovers. Ever since meeting one another they realized that they enjoyed the way the other looked with the size they'd gained, which prompted many nights of nude inspection. So much attention was paid that they started pushing themselves harder, finding out what their limits were and pushing past them. Being boyfriends for a few years already led them to see the results in real time.

Wolf now commanded attention whenever he entered a room, and while he could do that before given his status as a feared space pirate, even people who had no idea who he was could see his rippling physique and knew he meant business. But he wasn't much of the hotheaded pilot he used to be since entering a relationship with his long-time rivals' son. Being around the younger canine so much mellowed him out more than he, or anyone else, thought. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, per se, as it seemed to awaken something inside him.

While he'd always been naturally gifted in terms of his size, the loving regard he received from the fox brought out something deep inside him that he never knew was hidden. His efforts to hone his body grew easier than they ever had been, with his mind squarely focused on the bond he and his lover possessed. It helped him keep up his regimen from his cadet days as it'd be significantly harder to get back into it now.

But the dedication paid off as he outsized even those who treated getting bigger like their job instead of the hobby it was for him. He couldn't argue with how effective it was when he had a chest he could see in his peripheral vision, one that his boyfriend normally couldn't stop showing affection to. It almost had him a bit miffed given that the rest of his form was big in its own right as well, but he never thought to say something as the fox's happiness meant more to him than anything else.

That said, he still thought more focus should be placed on other parts of his body as well - he had triceps as thick as another person's arm, for fuck's sake! Achieving that took an egregious amount of effort to pull off, but it was painless when his admiration for the vulpine fueled him through his routine. It also paved the way for a back that almost appeared to be carved out of marble by a master sculptor, only to ruin the illusion by moving around and showing that it was his own bulk instead. The surprised gasps he heard from the people obviously checking him out were always worth it.

But that wasn't to say the fox wasn't a looker. On the contrary, he couldn't keep his eyes off the younger man! In contrast to his taller stature, the other canine's body intended to make up for the disparity by instead growing wider at a faster rate than he realized was possible for someone. He first noticed it when he heard complaints that shirts weren't quite fitting right, leading him to observe how the shoulders appeared to pinch more than they used to when they first started dating.

Fox realized it too, unsure of the cause, but not entirely hating the outcome. It led to his lover showering him with more affection, saying he was growing as much as their relationship was. That was ultimately the key that got him to believe whatever was happening was a good thing in the long run.

All the exercise he did to keep himself busy when not at work did wonders to his physique, keeping him pretty much on pace despite his naturally smaller size. Putting on the kind of muscle mass he did was far more impressive considering the fact he had such a slender frame to start out with, which unfortunately came at the cost of his clothing no longer being suitable as his broadening shoulders bunched up the sleeves to the point of needing to borrow clothes from the lupine in order to both look decent in public and feel comfortable; that got the taller pilot to blush more than ever before.

The light of the sun eventually did its job in rousing the two lovers from slumber, waking them up to a day not unlike those found on Corneria. The canines required a moment to process the end to their sleep before they were able to stumble to their feet. A few yawns coupled with scratching various parts of their beefy frames was all that was needed to get them going on their day.

"Morning, hot stuff," Wolf grinned, wrapping a burly arm across his fiancé's thick neck. "Hope you slept well."

Fox immediately became inundated with a barrage of quick smooches up one of his brawny traps, eliciting a giggle from him. "H-Hey, stop that!" He grabbed the wolf's face by the jaw and brought it to his own, initiating a kiss that the pair of them pressed into. Their tongues intertwined as they both moaned into the embrace, savouring the brief moment of respite from being stranded on an alien planet unknown to the two of them.

As much as Wolf wanted to continue with the kiss, he sadly knew it wouldn't help their predicament of their respective teams not knowing their location. "We oughta get back into it, don't ya think?"

Fox begrudgingly agreed. "Yeah, I think we've spent enough time here," he scoffed. "I still don't know where 'here' is!"

Things went a whole lot smoother than the previous day, with the two of them now working together to repair their crafts using their differing expertise in the subject to make the process flow faster. While Wolf knew the ins and outs of the structural components of their ships, Fox was an expert regarding the interior. They worked in tandem when necessary as many parts required all hands on deck to fix.

Over time quite a lot of progress was made, with the pair of them satisfied with the outcome of their hard work. Not everything would be restored to the state it was in before the crash, of course, but enough was put back in place that _theoretically_they could take off and punch through the planet's atmosphere.

The problem came with sustained travel as quite a lot of fuel had leaked since the landing and they had no means of finding more on a world they didn't even know was inhabited. It made repairing their communications network a vital part of their escape, leading them to connect with their respective crewmates when they were able to as they couldn't go far into space without their tanks hitting empty. Realistically only one team needed to be contacted since they were on fairly friendly terms - they'd have to be given their leaders had gotten engaged - but with their individual star fighters being larger than what the conventional size was meant that not even the Great Fox had room for both ships.

Determination fueling their desire to leave and return to their normal lives again, the pair of canines toiled away in the morning sun until they couldn't stand the heat anymore and called it until the afternoon arrived. The constant exertion led to their fur becoming matted with sweat, along with their clothing growing soaked and see-through in some parts. It was just as intense as any workout either of them took part in.

But that wasn't anything they couldn't handle given their incredible physiques. Both pilots were the pinnacle of canine fitness, pushing well past what their particular species gained as nature intended and had thoroughly entered the realm of what bodybuilders were capable of, only that was never their goal from the start - to them, working out was merely a hobby to keep them active in their downtime.

Their size, however, meant that clothing already contoured around their delicious bulk normally, which then made it all feel skin-tight when drenched in sweat like that. It took a herculean amount of effort for Fox to even peel his shirt from his barrel chest, the material clinging to pectorals heavier than a bodybuilder's leg that jutted out into view. It was the one perk he noticed about being shorter as, even though he and his partner seemed to weigh pretty much the same, the fact that he didn't have as much height to play forced his musculature to swell bigger to compensate.

Being several hundred pounds of brawny vulpine led to his Arwing needing to be adapted for a pilot of his magnitude. Reinforcements were necessary to carry his heft, forcing the design of the craft bigger as a result. He was already a bit of an imposing presence standing at just under eight feet tall, but compared to the wolf pushing eight-and-a-half it seemed like nothing.

He couldn't quite understand why the pair of them stood out so much in terms of their size given how no one else got anywhere close. From what he'd heard of his father, the elder fox wasn't quite as gigantic as what he'd managed in a similar timeframe, only managing to tack on a comparatively small four-hundred pounds on a frame a few inches shorter than his. At least he could show his gains were hereditary; he had no idea what the lupine's backstory was.

That was alright with Wolf as he had no reason reliving the past, instead keeping his one eye squarely on the future - and with the vulpine Adonis by his side, it was a future worth looking forward to! Even his present meant more to him as it meant he got to witness his foxy fiancé put bulls to shame with just one glance of that orange-furred back. Muscles that wouldn't usually be noticed were more than prominent with how much they swallowed the space around them. He had no chance of seeing his own back without external help, but the other pilot gave him a good idea of what it was supposed to look like.

At the very least he could observe his front, but only what wasn't obscured by the chest boulders taking up the majority of his vision. Pectorals the size of car tires blocked out anything underneath it, including a shaft that would be the envy of any man who caught sight of it. Any except his lover, of course, who sported a schlong both long and girthy enough to rival his.

The pair of them were really the only ones they could compare themselves against as the differences between them were minor in the grand scheme of things. But why compare when they could admire?

Indeed, the two of them often checked each other out when they had the time to, with this being no different. Removing the ill-fitting garments proved to be a boon to their morale as the sight of the other canine unimpeded by anything else welled up attraction inside them. Bulging biceps bigger than a person's head, bulky quads that could crush a watermelon without trying, an ass that could compact a car just by sitting on it - they were the whole package.

The height disparity between them felt negligible in the long run as they didn't let it hinder their lovemaking. Both of them regularly showered the other with affection, whispering sweet nothings to their lover as they complimented the beef they got to fondle at the same time. Such intense emotions driving their actions often led to something far more carnal than just looking.

While Fox certainly wanted to go further, an errant thought simply wouldn't leave him alone. "Explain something to me."

"Hmm?"

"You are Wolf O'Donnell. You are a notorious space pirate, known the galaxy over, and have many people clamouring to get to know you. You literally have a fan club bigger than any other person I know," Fox stared the other pilot in the face, past a chest that he normally couldn't pry his eyes away from. "Why'd you choose me?"

Wolf couldn't believe his ears. "Are ya serious right now?"

"I mean, I've always wondered about it."

"Because I love you, plain and simple. I always have, and I always will." Trying to get his fiancé to understand the fact, Wolf reached his muzzle as far as he could and placed a quick peck on the other man's snout. Seeing the vulpine up close got him to chuckle. "You remind me a lot of yer pops in a lot of ways."

Hearing that had Fox incredulous. "You didn't get with me because I make you think of my dad, did you?"

"No, no, of course not! All I'm saying is that I see plenty of things passed down from him to you, and I'm willing to bet a lot of that wasn't taught," Wolf brushed the top of the handsome pilot's head. "Pup, I love you because ya thrill me more than anyone else is able to."

Fox cringed. "Ugh, that nickname..."

"Hush, it's an adorable nickname for an adorable man."

A playful twinkle gleamed in Fox's eyes. "Which means I'll find something to call you that you hate."

Wolf could only smirk. "Good luck. I have a high tolerance for that kinda crap."

"Eh, I have a lot of time to think of something. For now, though..." Fox mischievously grinned as he regarded the lupine's bulk in front of him, thoughts of stimulating his husband's libido pushed to the forefront of his mind.

Wolf felt himself lucky that he landed a catch as perfect as the fox was. Not only was the other pilot trained in such a way that gave him a run for his money, but also was the only person who didn't look out of place when standing next to him. It motivated them to spend an increasing amount of time together, culminating in them starting to date, then get engaged, and finally get married. He felt a bit ridiculous at their wedding as neither of them could fit into even the largest of suits available, but at the very least they could slip into the nicest of posing trunks they had on hand. The golden band wrapped around their left ring fingers was the only thing that mattered in the end anyway.

But making their relationship official to the masses brought about a sense of confidence in the pair of canines, which apparently didn't even matter as their union was all but celebrated. It confused him greatly, but he wasn't about to fight it.

Nor would he fight the vulpine teasing him by running a broad tongue along the middle of his fluffy chest. The sensation of his pectorals being lavished like that had him groan in delight, spurring his husband to push harder, really digging in between chest boulders. He huffed from the lashing the forest of body hair in his pec valley got, the other canine insatiable in uncovering the musk built up over the course of a day and experiencing it firsthand. Not having had a shower in some time led it to be even stronger than usual, which neither of them minded.

Fox was off in his own little world as he dutifully worshiped his partner's wolven bulk, tasting the sheer masculine essence in every hair as he inhaled the heady scent that poured off the lupine's muscle mass. It drove him wild.

But that wasn't the only thing he liked doing with the other pilot's chest as having mounds of beef that could reduce rocks to dust meant they were capped off with thick nipples that pointed straight down thanks to the overwhelming amount of densely-packed muscle that stuffed those pecs. Even so much as thrumming one with a finger got the wolf to tense up, but he never stopped there. His intention every time was to play with it however he imagined, sometimes twisting it like a radio dial, sometimes squeezing it like a stress toy, sometimes even going so far as to graze it with his teeth. That _really_brought the swollen behemoth to his knees!

While Wolf was content to let the vulpine have his way with him, he wasn't about to be a passenger to the fun. His hands free, he wrapped them around his husband's wide torso, thoroughly enjoying the hilly sensation of the other pilot's bloated back. Muscles that usually only grew in two dimensions became engorged with beef and surged in whatever direction they could. It was one of his favourite places to shove his own nose into.

The fact he couldn't fully hug the fox really put it into perspective how broad the shorter man was. Being able to keep up with his impossible size was genuinely unheard of, but for some reason the vulpine's body decided it was up for the task and worked to maintain balance with his. Not that he was complaining!

His herculean husband really did take after his father, who was quite the looker back in the day. Although that ten-foot stature couldn't compete with his own twelve feet of height, the elder fox more than made up for it with bulk that resonated with him while still a cadet. That man was his idol in multiple different ways.

Which is why it really drove him wild that the ace pilot's progeny not only met the impossible standard in size set, but also surpassed it. The older vulpine might've made a ton of sumptuous muscle mass effortless to attain, but the younger one was well on the way to two. He couldn't believe how much of a turn-on it was to see the other canine - who used to be quite the beanpole way before heading up team Star Fox - blimp up before his very eye. That alone had him smitten.

Fox sensed the growing force applied to his bulging musculature, adoring the way his husband played with his heft. The feeling of such coaxed his body into uncontrollably grinding against the hirsute wolf, their tree-trunk thick cocks sandwiched between their hardbodies.

The need to fuck rose the more they made love to each other's monstrous physiques, with him nearly losing his mind as the other pilot nosed up his titanic trap and breathlessly whispered how hot as hell he was. He loved the doting attention his lover gave him, even when he didn't feel it was warranted. It just really felt nice to be wanted.

It was especially great when the person doing so was a living wall of wolven muscle mass with abs that put cinder blocks to shame. He couldn't get enough with the physical embodiment of virile canine masculinity and how infatuated the other man was with him, lavishing the same sort of praise onto him and forcing him to blush in spite of how horny he was at the time. The ability to elicit both emotions from him had his heart flutter every time it happened.

Feeling their leviathan hogs leaking like broken faucets had Wolf thinking they'd had enough foreplay and were ready to move onto the main event. "I can feel yer ready, Fox." The words rumbled in his meaty chest as he gingerly groped the other pilot's swollen glutes.

Fox needed a moment to process what the other canine was saying, but the kneading of his ass cheeks illustrated exactly what his lover meant. "Wait, why do _you_get to top this time?" It had him incensed that the lupine sought to claim him when it was clearly his turn, damnit!

"Ya got to pick which restaurant we ate at last and said I got to top in return, remember?"

Seeing the cheeky grin plastered on his husband's handsome visage had Fox annoyed, though his turgid fuckmeat spoke otherwise. "God fucking damnit..." He scowled at the past version of him giving the right up so easily despite the place they went to giving him one of the best dining experiences he'd ever had.

Wolf could only snicker at the grimacing vulpine. "Ah, it's nothing ya can't handle. Yer a man's man!" He gently caressed his husband's face seeing the other canine light up at the touch. "The beauty that tamed this beast."

"Oh stop," Fox giggled, "you aren't some hideous monster that only I could see through to. You always charmed my socks off with that tongue of yours."

That was the perfect segue. "If it's the tongue you want, then it's the tongue yer gonna get!" Wolf leaned forward and lapped at the other canine's open mouth, initiating a kiss that got the both of them hornier than they were before, carefully getting his husband to the ground in the process until he was hunkered over the shorter man. "And now, the fun part." Without any prior warning, he gripped the other pilot's ankles and flipped, displaying the ample rear end that he couldn't get enough of.

While not harmed in any way, shape or form - in all honesty, what could harm a colossus of his magnitude? - Fox wished he could've gotten a heads-up of some kind before being unceremoniously dumped onto his front. The bloated meat of his chest cratered the loose ground it landed on, leaving the imprint of a massive fox for whoever happens to wander by it next.

If he wasn't prepared to be flipped onto his front, then he certainly wasn't ready for what happened next. The other canine deftly manhandled his dimpled glutes, almost as if massaging them, before parting the mounds of beef and digging his face in. That alone forced a long moan from his throat. The sensation of a broad tongue lapping at his winking hole had his limbs feel like jelly, his hubby knowing all the tricks to get him harder than diamond.

The anal assault he received was probably the best he'd obtained since they were officially a couple, though he couldn't tell if it was because they'd gone some time without fooling around in any capacity and they both really wanted it, or if the lupine had just gotten that good at rimming through experience alone. Whatever the case may be, he didn't want it to stop for even a second.

Wolf could feel the fox loosen up after a few moments of lashing his tongue at that delicate ring of muscle. It wasn't like it was any easier for him to maintain composure considering he'd shoved his nose into one of the muskiest places on his husband's body, but that only served to make him drool translucent preseed at a quicker pace.

More and more he tongued the other man's entrance until he felt the vulpine was ready, which is when he shifted and wedged his throbbing pillar in between those muscled mounds, hotdogging his husband's cheeks for several seconds before then guiding the head of his dick towards the other pilot's opening. The copious volume of pre he dribbled from his shaft made for the perfect lubricant, smearing it all around the shorter man's pucker allowing the tip of his rod to squeeze into it, though the many times they'd had fun in the past contributed to being able to stretch his lover without any pain involved.

Once he was in there was no turning back, not for anything.

The feeling of the wolf's tumescent prick stuffing his anal cavity had Fox groaning in ecstasy, forgetting the last time he'd been spread open like this. For some reason his head clouded when he tried to remember a specific moment in spite of him knowing they'd done so hundreds of times. He chalked it up to his body wanting to focus on the reaming his husband was about to give him.

It didn't take long before the taller canine developed a rhythm, pounding away at his tensing cheeks, unfazed that mounds of beef that accidentally took down a support column in the Cornerian Army's headquarters were currently clamping down on that girthy log of lupine fuckflesh. The thought itself got coaxed out another moan past his lips, infatuated with the man that he chose to spend his life with. The only person in the universe capable of melting his heart with a few choice words as well as reducing him to a sputtering mess of emotions in the bedroom... He won the jackpot for sure.

That didn't mean he was about to simply lay there and accept the wolf drilling him. Oh no, he was the second player in their lovemaking, and he'd ensure his husband was aware of that. Using a trick the other pilot showed him quite early on in their relationship, he arched his bloated back which pushed his inflated ass back against the older man's pelvis, timing it with a thrust to inflame his lover's libido by taking that pulsating crotch rocket balls deep and clenching down on it as much as he could. That curled his lips into an impish grin.

Feeling his tremendous obelisk gripped like a vise had Wolf panting in response, the stimulation pummeling him directly in the pleasure centre of his brain. The vulpine was a fast learner in many aspects of life, and it amazed him that something he had to perfect over years of random hookups had been picked up by his hubby so effortlessly. It wasn't like he was complaining, however, as it only served to fuel his love for the younger canine.

Feeling the fox's several tons of heft with his own two hands had him leaking precum all over the other canine's inner walls, that being the only thing able to let his length move again. He had to hand it to the vulpine, there wasn't anyone who would ever consider doing that to a sixteen-foot wolf with biceps thicker than they were. The only one to handle a colossus like him was another colossus, and his husband fit the bill entirely.

The mass monster impaling him on a wolfhood that felt as thick as his leg had Fox swooning, though slightly seeing stars at the same time with how electrified his nerves got. It seemed like every buck of the five-ton wolf's hips coaxed out another needy moan from him, though also evoking increasingly louder grunts from the man on top of him. Seemed like his actions were having the desired effect!

He worked in tandem with his husband like a well-oiled machine, pressing back against the other pilot's crotch with every hump, which started getting difficult the harder his prostate got flattened. The jackhammering he received from the older man ignited his soul and had him moaning his lover's name. He craved the pistoning of that monolithic spire, both the product of his lust for the other canine and the lupine's love for him. There wasn't a toy in the universe that could satisfy him, and if there was he'd never use it as it could never replace the real thing.

The sensation of the taller man's heavy chest bearing down on his back had to be one of his favourites, the reverse also driving him wild. Everything that had to do with innately showing off the immensity of their bulk had him hot under the collar. He found it incredibly cute how his lover got flustered at going out in public with only something covering their fat cocks, knowing the wolf had the concept of decency drilled into him at a young age. That became progressively less important to him as he knew neither of them were capable of wearing the largest of attire available, with the cost of acquiring something custom-made being prohibitively expensive. It was something he learned to live with.

There wasn't anything that came close to the magnitude of the canines, who were easily the largest living beings in their star system, if not the universe. So much sweaty tonnage writhed together with the desire to get each other off. Their combined musk wafted around them as they drew closer to climax, inundating them with the other canine's scent and fueling their hunger to cum.

Wolf felt his baser instincts kick in when he felt the pressure in his lower half skyrocket, no doubt boosted every time his engorged testosterone factories slammed against the fox's bloated quads. It encouraged him to get closer to his hubby, taking in as much of the other canine as possible to intensify his arousal.

Were he making love to any other man, he'd be cursing his chest for being larger than a car, but with the vulpine it gratefully didn't matter. The shorter pilot's back was mountainous - certainly making the ranges back home feel quaint in comparison - which allowed him ample opportunity to dig his face right in between the musky ridges formed by muscles bigger than even the largest of heavyweight bodybuilders on Corneria. He couldn't get enough of the intoxicating aroma given off by the other canine's beef.

More and more he fucked the vulpine's hungry hole, trying his best to push the pair of them towards climax. Every thrust was powerful, yet deliberate, the pace the perfect speed to maximize the pleasure his lover received. Euphoric bliss brought upon by his diamond-hard pole being clenched down on had him snarling as he struggled keeping his composure, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he was pushed right over the edge.

Fox, too, sensed orgasm nearing, the impaling of his ass slowing down indicated his lover was close as well. Feeling the wolf's muzzle buried between his traps always felt odd to him, but in the throes of passion it stroked his libido and had him wordlessly begging for more. That was apparent if one were to look at his drooling cock, one hand pumping it the whole time he'd been drilled into, spilling copious amounts of preseed along the forest floor as his fingers became coated in the translucent substance. He was so close!

The nearer Wolf got, the harder it became to hold on. "Fox, I'm... I'm gonna--"

"Cum?" Fox grunted, his lips contorting into a perverse grin. "You better. I wanna be f-filled up!"

That was all Wolf needed to hear before his floodgates burst wide open.

With his fattened cum tanks pulling up to his crotch, he slammed forth one last time so his pelvis was flush with his husband's hypermuscled ass cheeks, his ass-plugger thoroughly wedged in the other man's cavity and preventing anything from leaking out. That was the ticket to get his cumpipe bulging with a fresh load of potent wolfbatter, deluging the shorter canine's innards and painting it a pearlescent white before cramming inside the titanic fox's guts.

Barely any vocalizations other than loud, bassy moans rumbled out of chest as he pumped what were easily megalitres of white, hot spunk into the awaiting tailhole of his lover. The vulpine assisted in his eruption by clamping down on his monumental spire, coaxing the flow to burst faster as he lost himself in lust-drunk passion. That fox - his fox - was the only man to make him feel this good.

The rush of jizz inside his chute had Fox howling in his own release, causing a chain reaction that had him geysering everything his pendulous orbs produced while being stranded on the planet right into the ground below him, his hand feeling how much the veiny cockflesh throbbed with every pump of his hips. Normally his weighty balls had quite a lot of space between him and the floor given his towering physique, but being on his hands and knees with his ass high in the air had them scraping through the dirt, leaving cum-filled divots in their wake.

He'd long gotten used to the overwhelming need he felt while horny, as well as the unrelenting pleasure induced by firing his load - that came with the territory of being the biggest fox ever recorded. He savoured the stimulation that the wolf - his wolf - gave him, knowing no one else could please him the way his husband did.

It took several long moments after that before either of them felt the pressure lessen to the point of their flows petering out. They were left panting messes as they strived to collect their bearings after what felt to the pair of them as the best sex they'd had in their lives. Both of them wore content smiles on their faces.

The two behemoths needed several extra minutes to part, though not without a flood of cum to leak from Fox's ass and pool on the dirt floor below them. That got the vulpine to moan when he felt his abused asshole suddenly find itself devoid of his lover's mighty pillar. Wolf couldn't help but find the younger man cute in that state of being.

Now satisfied, Fox used whatever energy he still had and twisted himself around, getting him face-to-face with his husband before pouncing on the lupine and planting the most fervent of kisses on the other pilot's lips. His love for the hulking wolf behemoth killed any notion of the older man being his enemy years ago, something he was thankful for as he never would've gotten the chance to enjoy moments like this if he listened to his superiors and not fraternized when he did.

To the husbands' absolute dismay, they heard one of their star fighter's communications devices going off, heralding a call from their team. The idea that such a thing existed was incredible in its own right considering how against it all their squads were. It took a little bit of convincing, but eventually their respective crews warmed up to the idea of working together as one cohesive unit, even if people like Falco and Leon needed some more _persuasion_to change their minds. Neither of the men could deny how talented the canines were with their mouths.

"Damn," Fox scoffed, "you heard that, right?"

"Andross? Really?" Wolf thought he might've been hearing things, but the message came through loud and clear. "What's he trying now?"

Fox shrugged his boulder shoulders. "Beats the hell out of me, but I know whatever it is can't be good."

Wolf then glanced at the vulpine beefcake, a wry grin adorning his face. "Guess we oughta pay him a visit then."

With the knowledge of their crew on their way to pick them up, Fox gave his hubby one last kiss before pushing himself to his feet and getting ready to depart the planet. "You took the words right out of my mouth."