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It was the biggest blunder of Andross' life. His brilliant plan had been undone before he had much of a chance to prosper from it, destroyed by a result he never saw coming. In his experience people tended to calm down in their lives after falling in love. How could he have expected anything else but from the two biggest canines in the Lylat System? They'd utterly crushed his chance to enact his rule over the unsuspecting populace.

Not only that, but as a member of the former Star Wolf team his nephew, Andrew, now despised him as the rest of that blasted team did. He was losing everything he had.

Just about the only thing he did still have was the annihilation of arguably the biggest thorn in his side - James McCloud - but even that wasn't satisfying as the body had never been officially recovered. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered to him constantly that there was a chance the fox was still alive somewhere, but without any proof he wasn't interested in listening.

He had much more important things to worry about anyway.

***

Life as the father of a renowned ace pilot was a surprisingly quiet one. Sure, news of his son's exploits reached James' triangular ears all the time, but that didn't mean he was dragged into being the centre of attention. No, those days were long behind him; he was happy to let the younger fox have the spotlight now.

Which worked out well with him given how much he'd heard of his son lately. Not only was his offspring a daring space fighter with many wins notched onto his belt, but also a behemoth of a vulpine that dramatically dwarfed him without even trying. That didn't faze him in the slightest. What did, however, was finding out his son-in-law was not only just as massive, but also the scrawny wolf recruit he knew from his Academy days. He certainly can't say that was his first choice, but if it made his kid happy, then who was he to argue? It wasn't his life to live after all.

All the success his son was receiving wasn't lost on his teammates, who gladly accepted the extended time off after taking down bad guys left, right, and centre. That was the only reason Peppy came over to visit as there'd be too much work to be done otherwise.

The television had been switched to some show neither of them were really paying all that much attention to, moreso using it as background noise while they talked with one another.

"Damn, you got a whole week off?" James scoffed. "I honestly can't remember a time when we_weren't_ trying to take down space pirates!"

Peppy chuckled. "Yep, it's been great. Work's been a whole hell of a lot easier ever since your son got married."

James eyed the rabbit, a brow raised. "He and his team have been treating you guys well?"

"Of course! Sure, it took some time for them to adjust, but having the pair of them be a unit really got everyone convinced that it'd be a good idea."

James shot his friend a knowing look. "So what's the team called?"

Peppy rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, well..." There'd been long nights where everyone tried to come up with a name that all team members agreed on, only for one or two people to shoot down what sounded like an otherwise great title. "We're still working on that."

The pair of men felt content to shoot the shit all night, knowing how rare spending time with one another was. Being in each other's company was a luxury that both of them cherished after years of working together. It gave them the chance to catch up every time they met.

Their conversations always meandered this way and that, never staying on the same topic for long as something else would catch their attention. They'd reminisce about stories from their youth, laughing at the funny moments while sighing at the sad ones, though Peppy would let James in on everything the new team was getting up to, especially around the younger McCloud. Sometimes the wrong decisions were called, and while it meant there were messes to clean up, there was no doubt that the titanic team leaders would take care of any situation. They were too big to fail - in both accomplishments and size.

What the two friends weren't aware of was that the developments that befell team Star Fox didn't always exist, and that the reality they now lived was vastly different to the one they did not too long ago.

What they also didn't know was that the nebulous forces that altered the lives of the younger canines were a lot more far-reaching than anyone would realize if they could. As people that frequently popped up in the lives of Fox and Wolf, both Peppy and James would find themselves at the mercy of their fates being entwined.

Peppy flicked his gaze over to the fox beside him. "I got a question."

"Shoot."

"So, you know how you're... you, right?" The tone of Peppy's voice wavered as he put his thoughts together.

James cocked his head. "I suppose?"

"How did Fox--"

"--get so big? Your guess is as good as mine," James chuckled. "I couldn't tell you where his size came from. That's not from either side of the family. He could've gotten soaked in radiation during one of his runs and it affected him like that for all I know."

Peppy's body twitched as he listened to what the canine had to say. "That sounds about right. We don't really know everything that's out there, but at least we can protect ourselves from the big stuff."

James nodded in assent as his arms subtly bulged without him noticing. "I assume protocols are still the same since I retired from fighting."

"More or less." Peppy was oblivious to the chub he'd accumulated over years of sitting down starting to disappear from his frame, making him appear closer in size to when he first started the job he's in now. "General Pepper's actually stricter with us now than he ever used to be. Couldn't tell you why."

"Makes me glad I'm missing the fun then." James slung his arm across the back of his sofa, not noticing how the muscles along his limb were slightly brawnier than when he woke up that morning.

The disappearing fat made Peppy's latent musculature pop in ways it never used to, ones he'd acknowledge if he even knew what was going on. "It's not like it's for nothing. Ever since Wolf's crew joined us they've been describing a lot of hazards that they know are out there, which we then relayed back to Corneria." He smirked when he remembered how the new information was received among the army personnel. "The lab coats didn't like the report they were given."

"They don't like anything!" James guffawed, his shirt growing ever so much tighter. To the average person, it would seem like the elder vulpine enjoyed honing his body like those who appreciated the challenge of making themselves huge.

Both men had now fallen victim to the reality-altering force brought upon by their toughest foe, both feeling the effects brought along with it. Their bulk took on a chiseled look, as if they'd been athletes their entire lives instead of ace pilots, though in Peppy's case his gut hadn't vanished as much as one would imagine, merely reconstituting itself into a rigid dome of muscle that wouldn't look out of place on a powerlifter.

Neither thought their appearance was out of the ordinary.

"Thanks again for inviting me out tonight." Peppy wrapped his arm around the fox's shoulder. "I haven't been getting out of the house too much."

James looked quizzical, but laughed it off. "Why do I need to be thanked for bringing my boyfriend out here?"

Life after his wife's death had been difficult. Stricken with grief, he made sure to surround himself with his remaining loved ones, both family and friends. It was there that he became closer to the rabbit, who'd seen how down he was and vowed to spend more time with him. He didn't really know what to make of it at first, but the comforting presence of his longtime colleague certainly helped with the healing process. A mixture of confusing emotions welled up inside him the more they hung out with one another. After a night of drunken revelry - it was probably a birthday party or something like that - those feelings came to a boiling point, and he point blank asked his friend if he wanted to take it to the next level.

The moment he heard 'yes' assuaged whatever nerves he had that the alcohol didn't already take care of.

"I'm being a gracious guest," Peppy laughed. "Don't argue the point."

"Alright, alright." James returned with his own chuckle, bringing the lapin in close. "I'm happy you're here, for the record. It's a big house for just one person."

"Filling space is something I've gotten good at these days."

Reality couldn't agree more as Peppy continued blimping up huge, his clothing now becoming distorted with his growing mass. A chest he barely paid attention to before now rounded out into solid mounds, his pectorals a couple of bulky pillows that kept on getting stuffed. His back stretched the material of his shirt as inches piled on across his frame. More and more sinewy brawn made its presence known, making him look like an aging bodybuilder giving the younger crowd a run for their money, all without stepping foot in any of Corneria's many gyms.

James was in much of the same situation, his torso swelling as his boyfriend's was. While he normally had a flat stomach, he'd never gone to the trouble of trying to make his abs pop despite how many people swooned over his son for that same reason. But now, from abdominals to obliques, that entire area grew shredded with added mass, giving him a cobblestone path from his pecs to his pelvis that anyone would be proud of.

If he was aware he never had it before, that is.

The fabric of their attires was being pushed to its limits, with their pants also joining in on the fun. Quads that would make a cyclist green with envy filled the legs with ease as they ballooned like they were connected to an air compressor. It began the process of crowding out the space between their thighs with nothing but beef, and while their calves were never going to be as huge, they did their part in making their pant legs strain under the increasing pressure.

But even with all of that happening, the strangest change was yet to come. While they weren't muscles of any kind, their genitals also became beneficiaries of their growth, thickening to the point where the baskets of their pants were insufficient in containing them. Balls that a normal person would be more than content with fattened up considerably to match, stretching the material of their garments to accommodate.

Their clothing began to look painted on and neither of them thought anything of it.

One thing brought up about blowing up bigger than any person could ever dream of was that their bodies were now inundated with a load more testosterone than they were used to, which ended up with them becoming handsier with one another when they had no eyes on them. They often found themselves encroaching on each other's personal space when left to their own devices, not like either minded, of course.

Peppy looked up at the handsome visage of his boyfriend, the age of the man belying the youthful energy given off. "You know, he's got your eyes."

"I've actually been told that before." James smirked, squeezing the bunny's bulky body with a thick arm.

That gave Peppy permission to proceed with his real intentions. "He's got something else of yours as well." Without warning, he slid his hand along the inner thigh of the fox, relishing in the squirming of his lover as he made his way to the thick pole imprisoned in tight denim. Even a gentle touch was enough to get it to stiffen in an instant, the sex organ now threatening to burst out into open air.

"Not even being coy with it," James hissed, his fingers clenching on the arm of the couch as his body tensed. "Naughty, naughty."

"Can you blame me? When you push a body that gorgeous against mine, you best believe I'm gonna have myself a piece of it!" Peppy redoubled his efforts in groping the vulpine. Every caress of that pumped-up leg prompted another whine from the pilot, the juxtaposition of which against all those swollen muscles made his boyfriend seem timid - a far cry from the fearless leader he knew, but endearing nonetheless.

He couldn't stop himself from feeling up the fox's hefty form, not that he wanted to. Every firm grasp of some muscle group brought upon an opportunity for his fingers to go exploring, wanting to uncover everything his lover's body had to offer. He relished in the ability to make the canine squirm given how the tables used to look like when they last worked together.

All the while he groped the vulpine his brain never registered that things about the situation were being altered, like the fact that the frame his hands worshiped was changing.

Deft rabbit digits trailed over beef growing far too large for conventional clothing, and while their respective attires were being altered in order to contain their embiggening musculature, their clothes still appeared a few sizes too small in some areas. Pectorals that they could forget about were a thing of the past as now they were perpetually in their fields of vision, not-so-subtly blocking off everything unfortunate enough to be situated below them. But that didn't matter as they'd always been like that.

Indeed that was true. They'd always had arms that could lift an Arwing off the ground, thick with sinewy bulk that pulsed with power every time they flexed, ones whose biceps doubled in size when doing so. Reality now dictated that they measured in metres from the tips of their chests to the peaks on their backs, with the difference in height from the top of those hills to the valleys between them growing by the second.

Their traps continually pushed out as a result, climbing higher and swallowing more and more of their necks to give them a gruff exterior that contradicted their affable natures. Of course that meant their lats were flaring out just as wide as it made no sense that they wouldn't have a wingspan that rivaled many, if not all, of the birds that lived in the Lylat System.

The growth essence flowing through them didn't just stop at their upper halves. So too did their legs expand, flourishing into veritable tree trunks that could crush whatever was unlucky enough to be brought between them, ones that were so massive that they had no choice but to push against each other simply to have a place to exist.

But that didn't mean their rear ends didn't follow suit. Like the rest of them, each mound ballooned out tremendously, thickening with powerful muscle that gave them a strong foundation to match their Herculean physiques. Their cheeks were a favourite spot to hang onto.

And what kind of beefcakes would they be if they didn't also have junk to match? They may not necessarily be muscle, but their hogs thickened up considerably, stretching down the length of their pants as they worked on doubling the volume held within a leg. They'd be nothing without balls to match, which meant they now sported cum tanks more akin to bowling balls rather than the lemons that Corneria's most well-endowed porn stars possessed.

All this worship was getting James hot under a collar that his neck barely fit through, his broad traps stretching it wider than it was ever meant to. The testosterone produced from his oversized balls raged through him, begging him to reciprocate the fondling that was egging him on. He smirked. "Can't let you have all the fun."

Peppy had half a second to ponder the fox's implication before he found himself beset by another pair of large paws. In an instant his body tensed, every muscle involuntarily flexed as his nervous system blasted him with relentless pleasure stemming from his fiancé's manhandling. The half-ton titans looked like they could bust down a building with little effort, but a bit of stimulation in just the right places could reduce the pair to quivering messes.

He wagered part of his excitement was just from the fact that they were newly engaged; they'd been a unit for a few years now - many gossip rags calling them a 'power couple' in more ways than one - and he couldn't contain his glee when the canine dropped to one knee and popped the question. It felt sudden, much too soon! But he said 'yes' almost instantly. It was the best day of his life.

But having his form worked over brought him out of his memories and back to the real world, where his chest heaved in bliss from his crotch rocket being clutched and slithering to life down its denim prison. His fiancé's other mitt was rubbing along his mighty abgut, as broad as his pecs were and exemplified the latent strength the bunny enjoyed from just a mere glance of him. Not even the planet's most powerful foes wanted to tussle with him in melee combat!

And it was only getting bigger. Neither of them noticed how it rounded out that much more, tacking on dozens of pounds with each breath, abs both tightening into cinder blocks that could break a person's hand if punched as well as distending outwards the more bulk was stuffed into him. The amount of space it commanded on his ten-foot frame was nothing short of immense, often peeking out from the bottom of whatever top he wore that day to show off its hairy enormity.

Being covered in fur was nothing new for the pair of colossi, even when they took on an added layer of fuzz that formed as a result of the humongous load of testosterone coursing through their systems. Their pits took on a brush of musky hair like the base of their crotches did, troves of their intoxicating scent that neither hulking man could get enough of. They'd be remiss if they didn't say they loved the treasure trails that ran down the fronts of their burly torsos like a carpet. It was a glaring mark of masculinity both had no shame in showing off.

Not like they had much of a choice in the matter considering how little their clothes covered these days. Shirts that might've fit hundreds of pounds ago made it appear like they were wearing stuff made for children, only that was the largest garb commercially available. Custom orders were in their future if they wanted any semblance of decency.

The privacy of their own home, however, was a different story - they couldn't get enough of how insufficient their clothing was.

James' shirt was practically a chest cozy, doing its absolute damndest to contain pecs that each weighed more than a person did by a significant margin. There were times when he had nothing better to do so he sat there and watched himself flex, wanting to see how far he could push the structural integrity of whatever top he was wearing that day. More than a few times it resulted in his prodigious pectorals tearing right through the fabric like tissue paper, unable to withstand the might he effortlessly demonstrated. If he weren't careful he was liable to bust through his entire wardrobe!

Peppy often chided the vulpine to be more mindful of their unique condition, the bun not wanting to be caught in an uncompromising situation where his clothing failed while out in public. Like his lover he'd sheared clean through his fair share of apparel - everything from formalwear to the most casual beach getup he had - but unlike the fox his bouts of destruction were entirely accidental. That time he bent down to pick up a fork he dropped only to rip his sweatpants was easily one of the most embarrassing things he'd ever done.

But like he was wont to be, James cared little about losing the increasingly small number of outfits the two of them had left. With little fanfare he tugged on his shirt, shredding the top at the seams as he reveled in the cool air of the room.

Peppy, however, was none too impressed. "Really?"

"What?" James wore a shit-eating grin. "It's not like it fits me anyway." A quick glance at the rabbit told him his sense of humour wasn't appreciated, but it also told him how much his fiancé was enjoying the impromptu unveiling of his swollen torso. "Don't tell me you're feeling comfortable in your getup."

Peppy's nostrils flared when he realized what the canine was referring to, but he did his damndest to not let it show. "I'm fine. It doesn't bother me one bit."

"Oh, it doesn't?" James' smirk stretched from one ear to the next as he watched the other man figuratively squirm in place. His lover could say how cozy he was, but it was obvious how snug any clothing was on a frame as monstrously huge as theirs was.

Peppy was about to voice his assent, but an abrupt hand clutching onto his turgid meat log stopped him from saying anything. He gasped at the contact, his body alight with burning arousal that he didn't want to exhibit - not because he didn't like being horny around his behemoth of a lover, but because he didn't want to give that damn fox the satisfaction of catching him giving his approval.

James could tell right away that the lapin had needs that hadn't been taken care of recently. The jittery nature of his lover signaled everything he needed to know, especially the way he felt the other titan shiver from touch alone. What kind of future husband would he be if he didn't do his job and lend a hand? "How about I give you some help with that."

"Hm?" The canine's words didn't immediately register with Peppy, who only understood what was implied when he saw his fiancé's predatory smile. "Wait." Panic arose when he felt the waistband of his jeans be gripped. "Hey, they have a zipper!"

"This is easier." Without so much as a countdown, James tore the pants down the front, exposing the bunny's hulking legs to the world, as well as that leviathan prick that stood proud at four feet tall. It was when he was admiring his handiwork that he realized that the other man's rod was still confined in the largest pair of boxers on the market that either of them were able to find. "Oops, lemme fix that."

"_I'll_take care of that, thank you very much." Peppy grumbled as he daintily slid out of his underwear, doing his best to not ruin what little clothing he had left. "Now, are you--" His jaw clamped closed when his lover's assault began on his magnum dong. Being girthier than almost everyone else in the universe meant no one could possibly encircle his cock with both hands - not even his future son-in-law - but even trying to do so brought him to his knees. The fleshy pillar was, without a doubt, the most sensitive part of his body, making him want to give into his urges whenever they popped up.

The sight of such a monumental pole like his fiancé possessed had James lick his lips in delight. As he'd grown big over the years, so too did his taste in men, and not even professional bodybuilders were enough to sate his sexual hunger. No, the only man in the vicinity who even scratched that specific itch was the man he was set to marry soon, and he wanted to ensure that he was there to take care of whatever his lover needed.

Taking in five feet of throbbing rabbit cock was no easy feat, one that not even he wanted to attempt; he was a gigantic stud, but even he had his limits. That didn't stop him from making love to the head and swallowing all the precum that gushed from the slit. He relished in how productive his man was, especially after the teasing he gave.

At the very least he could take in quite a bit more than anyone else could as he'd become quite practiced over time. His mouth distended enough to allow the tip of the lapin's dick to slide right in, his lips wrapped tight around the rigid pole to ensure nothing escaped.

Peppy couldn't express enough how relieved he was that his fox was helping take the edge off. His two tons of heavy bulk tensed from the immense stimulation pulsing through his body, momentarily forgetting he was still wearing a shirt and blasting the material to ribbons as his heft erupted through the top. He was so into getting sucked off that he hadn't recognized it'd happened.

He found it miraculous that the furniture hadn't given out from the many times he and his husband had fooled around. It took a ridiculous amount of effort to even locate something to reinforce everything with, but stumbling across that rare alloy made everything worth it in the end as it meant they didn't have to deal with craftsmen and the insane prices they'd command. They already had to deal with how enormous everything needed to be just to support their combined weight.

A glimpse down at the canine through a half-lidded eye revealed how those pants of his had exploded in all directions. He mentally chided his husband for even choosing to wear something, knowing full well what would happen when trying to fit it onto a three-ton frame. It meant more work for him after, but he'd worry about that when his balls were drained.

The lapin was close to orgasm, James could sense it. His constant licking provided him with a healthy amount of pre to guzzle down. Despite how much he saw his hulking hubby want to blow a load, he knew he had to get more hands on to make it happen.

Deftly he reached for whatever he could get his mitts on, which so happened to be the rabbit's kneeknocker balls situated between those redwoods he called legs. Even gentle stimulation was enough to coax a series of increasingly louder moans from the fluffy titan. His red-furred tail swished eagerly behind his ample glutes, whipping each mound as he awaited the climax from that six-foot schlong.

Peppy could do nothing but brace himself for the inevitable. His death grip on the sofa proved ineffective as they'd ensured everything in their mansion could withstand their impossible strength, though that didn't stop him from finding finger-shaped divots in places where they've fucked before. The couch might be no exception in the grip of a four-ton bunny behemoth.

And then it happened - his floodgates had been sufficiently blown wide open, shooting untold litres of frothy jizz into the ravenous mouth of his foxy husband. He'd been in this position plenty of times, which is why he thought it to be futile to try and contain a load as tremendous as his, and yet here the canine was, barely letting anything hit the hardwood floor. He'd be proud if he wasn't inundated with an overwhelming amount of pleasure frying his brain.

In hindsight, James might've bitten off more than he could chew. He wasn't thinking clearly enough when tackling the leviathan obelisk of a fifteen-foot rabbit colossus, but he knew there wasn't any turning back now. But at least it wasn't like he didn't have any experience in making love with a mass monster like his husband; every gulp down his throat proved it.

More and more he inhaled the bunny's cum like he hadn't eaten in a week, though with how many calories his swollen physique required on a daily basis he took whatever opportunity he could to feed it. If the flow of reality was moving normally he'd likely be taken aback at how he'd jumped up a few feet and tacked on another two tons from a regular occurrence in their household. As it was now, he was always that huge.

"Oh man," Peppy gasped, his glasses fogged from the heat rising off his sweaty bulk flexing in front of his face, "feels like I haven't cum in ages."

James could only sputter as the final remnants of his lover's load dribbled from that gargantuan shaft. Apparently he got sloppy judging by the amount of spunk that coated the living room floor, surprising even him. "Yeah, feels that way." He wiped his cummy muzzle of what was dripping down.

Peppy couldn't help but snicker at the sight. "Sorry about that. Guess I don't know my own strength."

"Evidently." James said before smirking. "I don't suppose you wanna help me out now."

The throbbing pillar in front of him grabbed Peppy's attention immediately, his eyes going wide thinking about how he'd take that beast. "I'm not sure if I can handle that thing like I did when I was younger."

"Wouldn't put it past myself if this thing's gotten bigger over the years. It's something in my genes for sure, but no one can tell me what it is."

Peppy wryly grinned, knowing full well that the pair of them had grown a lot since their wedding day. In fact, it was someone else's lack of growth that intrigued him more than anything. "I'm kinda surprised your son's lagging behind you now."

"Ah, I'm not worried about Fox. Kid's probably gonna reach my size sooner than later. We McClouds grow with age." James eyed his rabbit. "Honestly, you did too."

The thought that he'd have been that much smaller so many years ago stunned Peppy, but the longer he thought about it, the more he realized how right it was. Still... "I'm not sure if that thing will fit in my mouth."

James furrowed a brow. "Well, we've got the usual to fall back on."

That was something that suited Peppy just fine. With a contented smile he flipped himself around on the couch, ass presented to the vulpine as he waited in anticipation. He could hear the titan pad towards him and feel a rough hand on his cheek, but he wasn't ready for the pair of them to be parted so quickly and for his husband to be voraciously eating him out. It was so sudden! The scratch marks on the back of the sofa indicated his shock.

His breathing picked up in pace as the rest of his body involuntarily tensed, his glutes wanting to clench but the powerful mitts of the canine stopped them from closing. The intensity of the act clouded his mind, only then remembering the mess he blasted across the room. "S-Shouldn't we take this to our--"

"I can't make it that far." James' breathing grew just as laboured as the rabbit's. "I need you now." Painfully erect, he stood up and wedged his pulsating prick in between the bun's buns, smearing the slick hole with copious amounts of his juices as the cotton puff tail above it twitched. The pair had fucked many times in the past, so he knew this would be painless for both of them. This was the only difficult part.

Eventually his lover relaxed his rear end enough to let him enter, moaning as soon as his cock was beset upon by the strongest anal cavity in the known universe. His resistance faltered, edging him closer to climax than he'd like, but there wasn't anything else he wanted to do at that moment than this. With that, he thrusted.

No matter how much Peppy braced himself for the initial plunge, it never seemed like enough. He gasped when he felt that monstrous log of canine fuckmeat buck into him. His body just let loose a torrent of jism and yet it felt like his reservoir was topping back up, his arousal fueling his rising urges.

The rate of his lover bucking into him quickened the easier it was to slide that pole up his chute. Bucketloads of preseed greased his inner walls, allowing the fox's crotch rocket to drill into his tailhole with aplomb. He groaned in delight as his prostate was railed, delivering a payload of pleasure through his nerves that caused his grip to tighten on the couch's back, the reinforced piece of furniture failing to stop his fingers from punching through the upholstery.

In spite of being one of the two strongest people in the world, there wasn't any way for him to not melt upon having his hungry hole reamed by the other biggest stud around, especially with how wide he was being stretched out. It wasn't every day you got fucked by a seven-ton hulk, and very few people on the planet, if any, would even have a clue of how to take on such a musclebeast like his hubby. Then again, the average person didn't even come close to reaching eighteen feet in height.

Teeth mashed shut, James grunted as he pistoned into the best-looking booty he knew of, hands gone from holding onto his husband's wide hips for support, to roaming along the bunny's gargantuan form as he hunkered over the other man. His fingers reached all sorts of crevices made from the bulging muscle groups pressing together, though he couldn't go far as his own impressive heft got in the way. That still gave him easy access to his lover's imposing abgut, a condensed dome of power that could effortlessly put wrecking balls out of business.

That led to his face being mashed against his sweaty pecs, the scent arising from his bulk tickling his nostrils. He felt his grasp on the mammothian lapin slip for the moment he was distracted. Somehow he never realized how much he loved the aroma of his own musk, or that of his hubby. He tried to piece together why, but it was as if there was something blocking a part of his memories off. Whatever the case was, he wasn't upset with making discoveries.

But it only pushed him further to the brink of release. Being a canine, he found himself drawn to certain smells, and when he found one he liked he tended to make sure it was in his life a lot. Both of their intoxicating aromas hit the part of his brain that physical contact never quite reached, massaging it with their essence, and dropping his guard enough to let loose his flood.

The abrupt groan from the man on top of him indicated to Peppy that a deluge was coming his way, but the warning came so soon before that he had barely any time to react. Within seconds he found his insides painted a pearlescent white as litre upon litre of foxy ballbatter was pumped into his rear entrance, stuffing him full of the other man's output, but with no end in sight.

And it made him lose track of his own orgasm.

As if the sofa hadn't suffered enough, his own load geysered from his cock and coated the abused cushioning before launching against the ceiling. The immense euphoric bliss pummeling his senses screwed his eyes shut as he tried in vain to maintain composure. This one was one for the record books.

Minutes felt like hours as the pair of horny fuckbeasts rode out their orgasms, with James in particular weakly bucking his pelvis to ensure that every last drop makes it out. Many people would pay to be in their positions and the two of them got to experience it for free.

Eventually his flow died down enough for him to slowly pull out, but not before his cock belched one last load of spunk onto the vast landscape of his hubby's mountainous back. He was thoroughly spent after what felt like an eternity of rigourous fucking, but he knew there'd be no one else who could complete him like the rabbit could. He needed someone to fill the void in his heart, and he certainly wasn't about to squander the chance to be with a person he had so much in common with for the rest of his life. It made him grateful that he found someone he was so compatible with. Fate had brought them close together for a reason.

It was then that Peppy suggested stopping by the Great Fox later to check up on the rest of the team together. James wondered if it was really such a good idea for him to swing by a place he hadn't been to in years, but his hubby insisted, saying that it'd be good for the others to hear from such a decorated leader as the fox. Each crew member aboard the ship may be well-versed in throwing around their own tonnage in battle, but none were quite as successful as he was.

At the very least, James reasoned it'd be nice to catch up with his son again. He could show both the younger vulpine and that meatball of a wolf he called a husband a thing or two.