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Day 28 - Dreams

"Good fox"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Prof. Wolf

Fox McCloud moved forward cautiously. The steps from his heavy boots echoed across the empty hallway from the ship he just boarded. An anonymous caller told him to meet with him. He said it was urgent, that he needed to see Fox McCloud. He requested for him personally. He... mentioned having info on the whereabouts of Wolf O'Donnell. Yes... yes, that was the reason. Was it? The coordinates seemed familiar, and so was the look of the ship. Had he been there before?

Fox tried to ignore those questions and the familiarity of the details, that creeping sensation he had walked across that hallway in the past, and pushed forward, deciding to get the info needed to find that pesky wolf.

But it was still there. On each step. On each corner. Even on his determination. Fox couldn't get off his head the thought he had been there before. But his mind refused to evoke the memory. All he got were blurry images of what he was already seeing, distant voices like mutters carried by the wind, and the salty scent of sweat tingling in his nose. None of those fragments had any meaning to him. It could very well be the remnants of a dream long forgotten.

It remained there, a pesky memory, like an itch you can't scratch. It bothered him, but it didn't stop him from moving forward, getting close to where he was supposed to meet with this anonymous caller.

His hand moved down, but he didn't find his blaster on the holster.

"What?" He gasped.

Fox wouldn't be so dumb to meet with a stranger unarmed, right? So where was his blaster? That's what he wondered as he searched frantically, afraid it might have fallen down at some moment. But there was nothing in the hallway. Nothing and no one. Only he and the automatic door waiting for him at the end of it, a door that slowly opened to receive the fox.

From the room before him came a dim scent of roses and lavender, a tantalizing aroma that acted like a leash around his nose and pulled the nervous fox inside with care and love. His reddish fur bristled. He recognized the smell, but from where? And the instrumental music from another time, proper of someone of culture, but not what he expected from a whistle blower.

He walked into a room dimly illuminated. Fancy, with a big bed in the center and a mirror on top of it. Windows surrounded the circular room, giving a beautiful and conveniently romantic sight of Corneria. His mind told him it was a trap, but the door closed behind him before he had time to react.

Waiting next to the bed was an old, chubby rabbit of white and brown fur. But when Fox tried to look at his face, a sudden headache forced him to look down. His facial features were blurry, whereas the rest of his naked body was perfectly visible to him. Fox felt the strength leaving a body that was light as a feather, and his paws moved forward, dragged by the scent in the air.

"Who... who are you...?" Fox muttered. The headache again forced him to look down. The rabbit was familiar. He had seen it before; many times. He was someone he knew. But the name, oh, that obvious and familiar kept evading him.

"Just in time as always. What a lovely service."

As always? Was that supposed to mean something? And why he couldn't stop himself from moving forward? He saw the rabbit serve red wine on fancy cups; one for him, one for Fox. And from there, his green eyes moved to his crotch. A cock slightly under the average, but with balls big enough he'd need both hands to hold them properly.

"What kind of informant are you?" Fox growled.

None of that made sense. Was that a trap? A joke? What was the meaning of it?! His brain couldn't tell. What he was seeing were the pieces of a borderless puzzle he couldn't put together. Everything he was seeing had a meaning he couldn't figure it out. And it was driving him mad.

"You're talking too much. Why don't we skip straight to the best part? A good fox deserves his reward."

And that was the moment everything got blurry. It felt as if someone had turned a switch inside his head. His body relaxed. His breathing slowed down. The questions assaulting his mind faded into oblivion. And his body acted under the control of a consciousness that didn't belong to him. A smile grew on his dumb face, and Fox started to take off his clothes with no delay.

The sound made by the zipper of his green jumpsuit was so familiar. He exposed the whitish fur on his chest, much to the rabbit's delight, who approached to have a feel of the soft and slightly sweaty fur.

"Thank you, sir. Please use me as you like," Fox said.

"Well said, Fox..."

"Fox..."

"Fox?"

"FOX!"

The pilot jumped out of the seat, his heart about to jump out of his chest.

To his right was Slippy, who scowled at him before going down the stairs placed next to the Arwing's cockpit.

"Sleeping again in the job, Fox? What's your problem?" the frog asked in his squeaky voice.

"Wha-? What happened?" Fox asked, looking around desperately.

"I know you had a hard day yesterday, but please, go to your room if you're not gonna help," Slippy sighed.

"Wasn't I at a...? I was..."

Where was he? Fox couldn't remember. He saw a rabbit. And a bed. And a glass of wine touching his lips. And then... nothing. He found himself inside the Arwing, and remembered Slippy said something about checking the Arwing's engine. He met with an informant yesterday, but the info he got was of no use, and instead, he ended up escaping from an ambush. That's what he told his team.

But then why does he have a memory of a naked rabbit?

He was about to get out of the cockpit when his boner forced him to stop. Pushing against the green jumpsuit, his thick cock begged for release. A dark spot that kept growing told the pilot he had a wet dream--the first one he had in years.

The shame stopped him in his tracks. He couldn't let anyone see him like that. Slippy looked too busy in the engine to care, but Fox still got off carefully.

"I'm... I'm going to bed, then!" he announced, turning his back to the frog and walking away before the mechanic could reply.

"But you still haven't told me what's wrong with the ship!" Slippy yelled to a fox who was already too far to reach him.

His panic just served to erase what little was left of his dream. The memories faded like the smoke of a cigar. A bed. A rabbit. Music. Drops of sweat falling over him. Nothing but confusing images that could very well be the fantasies of a still drowsy fox who had been working more than he should.

Still, he closed his eyes and, while walking down the hallway leading to his bedroom, focused on the tiny details he still remembered. A blurry face. A naked body. A voice... a familiar voice. His quick breathing. His heart raced. The springs of a bed squeaked from a monotonous motion. And... and moans.

"Good morning, Fox," the familiar and cheerful voice from Peppy greeted him as he passed by.

Fox replied waving his hand as the rabbit passed by, and then... the unmistakable scent of roses and lavender reached his nose. Fox stopped and looked behind his shoulder as Peppy walked away, humming the tone of a song he heard somewhere else. The shape of his chubby body fit perfectly with a silhouette of living in his dreams.

"Could it be...?" Fox whispered, then shook his head in disbelief right after. "Listen to yourself. I just need a bath and a nap."

And with that, he pushed away the fragments of a dream that soon faded away from his memory. He took a bath, then went to bed, confident his team wouldn't bother him for the rest of the morning. And he left those musky clothes aside while he laid naked on his bunk, with nothing but a damp towel to cover up his manhood.

Still exhausted, and thanks to the warm bath, it didn't take long for him to start walking the line between being awake and falling asleep, a line that got thinner with each step he took. As he walked over it, and the slumber began to feel like heavy weights over his body, the door to his subconsciousness opened to him.

He was again facing that blurry head with whom he just shared a kiss. But just when the details of his expression were starting to get visible, the stranger pushed him down. And the dream--or was it a memory?--switched, and Fox found himself choking on a thick and musky cock. He looked up to see the rabbit playing with his nipple with one hand while the other held Fox's head, forcing him to keep sucking on his cock.

But he didn't find it disgusting. No. No, the fox loved it. "Use me," he thought. "Use me as you like," he thought. And gladly sucked and licked the delicious cock while his lungs filled with the manly scent of a male that was more than happy to use the famous Fox McCloud.

"God, you're amazing..." the rabbit said. "Oh Fox, do th-th-that thing with the skin again, please!"

And Fox licked the gland before pulling the foreskin with his lips. Softly. Carefully. Just like HE taught him. He... who was he? Fox didn't think too much about it, not with the rabbit's moans getting all the attention. He smiled and played a bit more with his foreskin before going back to lick and suck and choke on the stranger's cock.

And while this memory played, Fox McCloud squirmed in his bed. Another jump, and he was face-up on the bed, his legs resting on the rabbit's shoulders. The chubby stranger humped quickly, with the speed and endurance proper of any rabbit.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, clench it harder!"

He looked delightful. Beautiful. Godly, even. His belly was covered in sweat. Globs of saliva fell over him. It was so dirty, so kinky. And he loved it. The rabbit put his weight into each thrust, reaching deep inside his ass. Even with his size, he knew how to please another male, fucking his ass in the right angle to squeeze his prostate during each thrust.

Fox did what he asked, and the rabbit moaned louder when he felt the tightness around his cock. His thrusts got harder. He showed no mercy, clearly aware of Fox's limits and that he was nowhere near breaching them.

"Fu-fuck...! That wolf taught you well!"

That wolf? Wolf... wolf... wolf... the rabbit and the room transformed before his eyes. With each blink, Fox saw his surroundings change. The fancy room was replaced by the humid and dark backroom of a bar he knew very well. And the chubby rabbit turned into a muscular wolf of gray fur. His tail wagged furiously as he power fucked the poor and defeated Fox McCloud, who had been his enemy. Enemy? Yes, enemy. He had been seeking that wolf across the galaxy.

Wolf... Wolf... Wolf...

He wanted to get up, but his body felt too heavy. And his cock was throbbing rapidly, the tip completely covered in pre. Fox tried to come up with a name. A name he knew very well. All he needed to do was untangle the mess his mind was, a mess made by the same wolf fucking him in his memories. A gray wolf with a black patch on the left eye and a mocking look coming from his right one. A wolf with pointy ears and whitish hair.

Wolf... Wolf...

"Say it, fox. Who do you belong to?"

"W-Wolf O'Donnell!"

And the veil fell from his eyes, and Wolf's image manifested clearly before him. Fucking him in the backroom of the bar he frequented, over the table where both were playing cards. The nasty wolf had a mocking smile, almost as if he knew that was bound to happen. And Fox was loving it. He felt the knot trying to push its way in with each thrust, and the joy from being fucked by the devil he had been hunting for so long.

But why? Why would he allow him to do such a thing? Why would he let an enemy fuck him like that? Fox fought his slumber, conscious he was one step away from falling asleep. He resisted the urge to submit to the dream and pushed forward, seeking that one door where he would find the truth.

And while he did that, the hard and fast thrusts continued, and he felt his knot stretching his hole more and more. That was no dream, he was sure of that. The sensation was too vivid for him to consider it a mere machination from his mind. That happened. Wolf fucked him. Wolf bred his ass more than one time. And he wanted to know why.

He fought the pleasure, the intense musk, his seductive smile, and the craving for more. With fists clenched, he dug deeper and deeper into his subconsciousness, knowing the answer was right there, buried somewhere within him!

Until...

"Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll go with you. If I win, I'll show you a little trick."

A card game. Now he remembered. It happened on that same table. And, of course, Wolf cheated. Fox knew it a little too late. But when he discovered it, his curiosity over what Wolf wanted to show him had become stronger. And that was his mistake; the pilot took as a joke the clock Wolf put in front of him, and decided to play along, hoping to get a good laugh.

He followed the clock. He listened to what he said. He cleared his mind of any thought and breathed deeply. He did that thinking it was a game. But when his eyelids began to feel heavier, and the slumber took over him, the fox thought for a moment, and just for a moment, that maybe Wolf was really hypnotizing him.

But, of course, it was too late for regrets. All it took was that brief moment of acceptance, an instant that allowed Wolf to penetrate through his defenses and take over his mind.

"You will enjoy submission. You will enjoy obedience. Whenever someone says the words 'Good fox', your consciousness will sink deep into a trance, and you will become a submissive pet, happy to please and obey the male before you. Whenever someone calls you 'Good fox', you won't remember the things you'd do. Just focus on obeying what your Master says. Be a good pet. Please your Master."

And Fox obliged. He was too deep into a trance. He fell straight into it. With a silly smile, the pilot undressed while his rival wiped everything from the table, giving his pet enough room to lie down. And that's when Wolf fucked him. Deep. Rough. With a burning passion that Fox had never felt before.

He clenched to the bed. The towel that so poorly covered up his manhood was absorbing more pre than it could, and the smell was starting to invade his room. The fox was so close to having another wet dream, caused by the fragments of a memory deeply buried in his subconsciousness.

"Fox..."

So close...

"Fox...?

Almost there...

"FOX!"

The voice slammed the door in his nose, and the memories disappeared immediately as he came back to his room. Sheer instinct made him cover up his manhood with both hands, while his mind tried to figure out where he was and what just happened.

"I don't remember you being a heavy sleeper," Peppy said, standing under the threshold. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"It's fine," Fox yawned.

His arousal disappeared just like the memories, and a puzzled Fox frowned at the bunny standing feet away from him, wondering what was he dreaming about.

"Everyone left on a mission, so they won't be here for the rest of the day," Peppy mentioned.

"Why didn't you go with them?" a still drowsy Fox asked as he sat on the bed, still trying to remember his dream.

"They were worried about you, so I offered to stay behind and take care of you. I suggested going with them after you wake up, but it's not a complicated mission. Besides, you need to rest. You'll be working non-stop all week."

Rest. Yeah, he could use that. Maybe that would help him focus on his dream. For some reason, it was important. Fox didn't know why, but it involved Wolf.

"I guess you're right. It doesn't feel right to leave them alone, but they can handle it."

"That's the spirit," then, Peppy entered the room and pressed a button to close it. While he pulled down the zipper of his jumpsuit, revealing his naked chest in the process, he smiled at Fox and said: "Good fox."

And with the trigger activated, the pilot sunk back into a trance, ready to please the rabbit undressing in front of him.