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Fox McCloud had no idea how he ended up in these situations.

Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the company, maybe it was just the vibes in the bar, maybe it was all three. But somehow, some way, he had managed to find himself way too drunk way too fast, and way too horny for his comfort. All he knew was that he had gone out for some post-mission drinks with Falco, and that damned wolf had shown up to crash the party.

Well, by ‘crash’, he really meant ‘show up in his sexy best and make a scene’. That was more of an apt description. His attraction to Wolf O’Donnell was a bit of an open secret at this point, but he hadn’t expected the guy to show and play to it so brazenly. And just when he was starting to think the bird was kind of hot too.

Seeing the wolf half-dressed in nothing but a tank top and booty shorts had been a plus, though. He only wished Falco had dressed so nicely for him too.

They both had great bodies. They both had great personalities. They both had great allure. So, as he got more and more drunk, drink after drink paid for by two hot studs with fat bulges and even fatter asses, how could have said no when they went sauntering back to the cabin?

No, he definitely couldn’t have said no, not in a million years. The taste of alcohol was still lingering in his mouth, but it was quickly buried under the flavors of two separate tongues vying for his affection, the skin under gray hide and azure feathers both having an inebriated, rosy twang to it. They were both as smashed as he was, clearly, and it was only a matter of time before paws met asses, claws dug into packages, and a cabin door shut and locked tight behind them all.

He had no idea how he got into these situations, but as they tossed off their clothes into a heap, Fox McCloud found he didn’t give a damn.

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Three pairs of clothes lay in the corner of the cabin, each set of simple vestments having been carelessly tossed to the side after being stripped off quickly with total disregard. He couldn’t remember which of them had undressed first, but it didn’t matter; their discarded clothes lay in a heap now, and it was a total eye-sore. Fox liked to keep a clean cabin, after all.

Not that he minded all that much; they could tidy it up later. Maybe, if they felt like it, if they still had the energy for it. They probably wouldn’t even remember most of this night, if he were being perfectly honest. But getting the clothes picked up was the last thing on his mind right now, not when he was standing in awe of what he was looking at now.

After all, how could he focus on getting the floor cleaned up when Falco and Wolf had climbed up onto his bed, lying on their paws and knees on the plush and purple sheets, with both of their impressive backsides thrust back in his direction? He was standing at the foot of he bed, as hard as a rock between the legs and slack in the jaw, unable to do anything but stare and take it all in. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the view, but for a second or two when he saw it, his brain was as fried as it was ever going to be.

That is, until his cock gave a mighty throb between his legs, and the sound of a dollop of precum hitting the floor knocked his senses back into him. This was really happening. This was actually happening, in his cabin.

And he loved it. He might have had the mental capacity to look away, but he definitely didn’t.

So he watched on, barely lucid with anticipation as Falco ran his feathered hands over the curves of his fat and juicy ass, those wide and plump reacting to the mere presence of slight pressure with a symphony of wobbles from all possible angles. It was almost too much for him to handle, not when he was smirking like that, not when his back was arched the way it was.

Not when Wolf was doing the same right next to him.

The big and studly wolf reached back and gave his large, muscular ass a hearty slap, and Fox’s breath caught in his chest. Both of them looked back at him, Falco’s blue eyes and Wolf’s gold burrowing deeply into Fox’s green, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“C’mon, Star Fox.” Wolf leered, his voice deep and gravelly, lower than even its usual timbre. “I know you want this ass!” The older wolf grabbed ahold of his sizable cheeks and hoisted them up from below, allowing just the barest glimpse at the rosy-pink backdoor they concealed, before it was stolen away when his grip released. “Come over here and have a taste!”

Wolf’s ass was big and muscular, owing a lot more to physical conditioning than natural size, but that didn’t stop it from being hypnotic to him. Each of his gray-furred cheeks had an athletic fullness to them, and it was obvious that he had spent a lot of time on them. Fox stared, resisting the urge to drool down his chest, and drooled between the legs instead.

“Don’t listen to him, Fox.” Falco smirked over his shoulder, pushing his plump backside of his back in his target’s direction, whose attention immediately shifted in spite of himself. He had wanted to continue his staring, but Falco seemed to call a little louder. “I know you’ve got a nice, big cock! How about putting it to good use on someone who’ll actually treat it right?”

Unlike the man beside him, Falco chose to let his soft, deep blue cheeks part naturally as he pushed his hips back, giving Fox a teasing glimpse of his pink, puckered entrance in just the same way. He didn’t need a slap to make the thing work; it had enough heft and volume to make a slap unnecessary.

Falco’s ass was certainly the bigger of the two, there was no contest. It was nowhere near as muscled and toned as Wolf’s, but if there had even been a backside to qualify for the ‘bubble butt’ title, Falco’s would have won years ago. The sheer size was huge to say the very least about it, and if it weren’t for the pair of large and low-hanging balls dangling beneath the bird’s legs, his backside could have easily been mistaken for a woman’s. The utter size, the voluminous way it curved and bubbled out, accentuated by that plume of thick tailfeathers that was currently swaying side-to-side, every motion making the whole package jiggle…

He gulped down something, whether it was a load of spit or nerves or both, he couldn’t say. All he knew was that these two men, each of them impressive in their own ways, were demanding he choose. He was practically sweating now, eyes flitting between each one, back and forth, and his shaft was crying out in desperate agony for him to settle.

Thick and strong and bouncy?

Or fat and wobbly and hypnotizing?

Gray, as solid as a ship’s hull?

Or blue, like the waves of an ocean?

Fox didn’t know who to choose. From what few times he and Wolf had been together (yet another bad, drunken decision he regretted), he had always given off top energy, so the idea of him in the position he was in now was irresistible. A man as dominant and intense as Wolf, willing to take it? He almost couldn’t resist the urge. The ass alone was a factor.

But then there was Falco. He had an amazing ass as well, enough to make up for his usual annoying cockiness. Both of their holes looked tight, both of their bodies looked ready, both of their cheeks looked like they could take a pounding and still give some back. Sure, Falco had that quality of personality, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on as much as Wolf’s gruffness…

He couldn’t possibly know who would be the better lay until he tried them, but a fox couldn’t just dip in and dip out of someone’s ass until he decides to fuck them or not; that would be rude, to say the least about it. Once he pushed in, it was all or nothing. Once he had chosen, that was it.

Fox bit his lip as a dribble of precum fell from his tip and onto the floor. He could feel his shaft throb, begging for him to make the choice soon. His heart pounded against his chest, his length throbbed with his pulse, and as they both arched back in his direction with identical, seductive grins, their holes began to reveal themselves again, one bit of blushy pink at a time.

Falco’s tailfeathers ruffled again. He bucked his hips, and his eyes gleamed as his fat ass bounced with a room-filling clap. Wolf’s ass did the same, tail flagging high, and his pulse began to race when the second impact hit his ears.

“Looks like your cock wants both of us.” Wolf chuckled, breaking Fox from his mental stasis like a rock through glass. “But which one does it want more? I can’t wait much longer, foxy, you gotta choose! And I think you know which one’s better here, dontcha?”

“Dream on, ya mutt.” Falco smirked back at him, shooting Wolf a sharp and hostile glance. “You know I’ve got the fattest ass here! Fox wants me, not you. Easy choice!”

“You sure about that, bird-boy?” Wolf grinned as he gave his own gray-furred cheeks a hearty smack. Both of their gazes were trained hungrily on Fox’s leaking cock, practically drooling already with every word. “I’ve got my claws in him, just you watch. How’s my hole look, Star Fox? Good enough for that big cock of yours?”

“I know you wanna fuck me, Fox, don’t lie.” Falco grinned a domineering grin to match Wolf’s tone. “I know how much you wanna feel the inside of this hole on your cock.” Falco clenched his hole, sending shivers down Fox’s spine as he watched, the anticipation visible on his face.

Wolf followed suit, locking their eyes together, green in yellow, as his hole gave a slow wink of its own. “Oh, c’mon, Star Fox. Don’t listen to him.” Wolf chuckled, “Just come over and put that cock in me already.”

“I think he wants me, wolfy.” Falco jabbed, grinning in Wolf’s direction. “I know how much Fox loves a tight ass.”

“So he’ll like mine, then?” Wolf snickered, “‘Cause it’s really tight. Maybe I’ll give you a taste before we’re done here, if you shut your trap first.”

Fox gave a frustrated grunt, his eyes shifting back and forth between the two bickering men. If he were to be completely frank, he had no idea whether their fighting was killing the mood, or making it better. After all, two fat-assed studs were currently fighting over his dick. What more could a vers fox ask for?

Nevertheless, he finally took a step forward, and then another, until his tip was almost touching them, mere inches from the point of contact between stoney gray and azure blue.

That is, before they acted in unison, and threw off his image.

Suddenly, his cock was sandwiched between both of their asses, blue on the left side and gray on the right, both pairs of cheeks pressing against a side of his shaft with equal ravenous hunger. He could already feel the intense heat radiating off of them, his leaking, twitching tip mere inches from both of their holes. Like the glow of a heater, their body heat radiated off of them, off of their bodies and cheeks and puckered holes, both competing for his attention one wiggle and bounce and clench at a time. The thought of being inside either of them was hot enough, but now both of them were right there, ready to be taken at any moment. Any move in either direction would seal his decision. Any twitch either way would signal his choice, and he still hadn’t made it.

He was running out of time. He was sweating; his palms were feeling damp. His pulse was racing, his cock was throbbing to the beat, and he still hadn’t made his choice yet! How was a fox supposed to choose between two forms of perfection? Blue on the left, gray on the right, there was no way he could turn one of them down. He could only take one hole at a time, and…

His thoughts suddenly paused, and the lightbulb turned on.

Fox had always had serious endurance. He had always taken his cardio and his endurance training seriously. And the results were always proof of that, either in the field or the sheets. Truth be told, Fox was the kind of person who only gave in when his partner did. As long as they had the stamina for it, they would have to keep up with him.

So who was to say he could only fuck one of them?

He could easily do both, beyond a doubt. Even if one of them got him to cum a hundred times, he’d still have enough energy for a hundred more with the other one. Sure, the initial choice might sting, but it wouldn’t sting for long. The other would forget all about it when he was pounding them as hard as they wanted, and all would be forgiven. It only made sense.

So, it was settled. It was perfect. He opened his mouth, took in a breath, and finally made his choice.

“You guys wanna know who I’m fucking?”

Fox hadn’t intended his voice to come off as a leer, but it did all the same. Both men looked back at him expectantly, both of their amazing asses calling out to him at once from either side of his shaft, but he didn’t feel the conflict anymore. He had made his decision.

“I think the real question,”

He reached over and gave Wolf’s cheek a hearty smack, which rang out throughout the room. The moment his paw landed, crashing down on that stoney rump, the wobble it sent through his cheeks was enough to make him want to blow right then and there. But he could save that for later.

“Is who I’m fucking first. And I’ve made my pick.”

Wolf laughed aloud, bleeding off the shocked yelp that slipped through his lips when his ass received the smack, watching Falco’s face turn sour for a moment. “Looks like you lose, birdie! Don’t worry, I’ll show him a good time. Isn’t that right, Fox?!”

“Well, let’s hope he has some energy left over for me.” Falco said, leaning against the headboard and taking his shaft idly in his grip. “Here, you’ll need this. Don’t blow too quickly now, foxy.”

Falco seemed to say that as an afterthought, tossing a half-used tube of lube over in Fox’s direction, who caught it absentmindedly out of the air. He might have added a bit more acknowledgement to Falco, but his attention was too focused on what was about to happen for him to care.

Here he was, ready to push his cock in the hottest, most masculine man he had ever known. Up until tonight, Wolf had seemed like a total top, so whatever changed his mind, Fox didn’t know. Maybe it had been made up a long time ago. Maybe it was recent. But whatever the reason, his cock was soon lubed up, and his shining tip was soon pressing hungrily against his hole, savoring every throb and needy quiver.

None of it mattered at the moment. All that mattered now was that he was about to do something he had been dreaming about for years: fuck Wolf O’Donnell.

Wasting no time, he took the soft and fluffy curves of Wolf’s cheeks in his ginger grip and held them slightly apart, just enough to let himself slip between them. It was all the room Fox needed, all he required to tease that presented ass like buns around the sausage of his shaft, letting his once-rival’s fur darken with his pre and smeared-on lube.

“You ready for this, Wolf?” He asked, taking a brief moment to show some real concern.

But in an instant, that concern was made pointless. Wolf only grinned back at him, arching his back until tip met hole yet again, and letting his backdoor relax against that battering ram Fox was packing.

“Just shut up and fuck me, stud.” He growled, letting his fangs gleam in his sultry grin. “Before I take that dick for a ride myself.”

He couldn’t have argued with that. So without a second thought, and with a soft grunt from him, he pushed his hips forward, and let himself slide in deep.

Fox’s tip was immediately assaulted from all angles, extreme tightness and burning heat crushing down on his length from all sides, as Wolf’s walls accepted him. He couldn’t tell whether Wolf was doing it on purpose or if he was just that tight, but whichever it was, it felt beyond amazing, beyond words.

One thing was for certain though: Wolf had clearly never bottomed before. The vise grip tightness of his insides as the walls squeezed roughly around his shaft, the desperate and overwhelmed spasms and squeezes around him almost to the point of pain, the snort that the older man seemed to desperate to try and hide from him, were the marks of a virgin bottom through-and-through. Wolf didn’t seem to be clenching his insides at all, or putting in any effort to seem tighter than he really was. His depths were warm and velvety-smooth, and his hole accepted him inside easily, eagerly. He was simply that tight naturally, it seemed, and no matter how deep he plunged, Wolf never so much as gasped for breath or asked for a break.

Fox was no stranger to topping men, not by a long shot, but this had to be the best ass he had ever fucked. There was no contest. He didn’t dare look in Falco’s direction; the pleasured look on his face he just realized he was making probably would have made the fat-assed bird burst into jealous flames.

So he kept his eyes on the target, watching from above as more and more of his raging-hard shaft slowly disappeared into Wolf’s body, inch by inch, and pushed deeper. He listened for anything, any sigh or grunt or sound, and when it hit, he nearly burst right then: a deep, growling moan left Wolf’s mouth as more of his shaft was taken deep into him, and the older man was bowing his head low as he did, taking him with as much composure as he could muster.

“Oh, wow…!” Wolf grunted at last through gritted fangs, no doubt feeling his walls stretch wide as Fox continued to push deeper, girth gaping him out. “That’s… really big, foxy! F-fuck my ass…!”

The bigger man really was doing a good job, Fox had to give him that. So he pushed a bit deeper, burying a couple inches in one clean thrust, and listened as Wolf’s voice hit his ears again.

“You okay down there…?” Fox asked, realizing just how hard it was to speak as he rammed through the tightness around him. “I don’t know if you’ve ever… taken a cock before, so I thought I’d… ask!”

“Shut up, Star Fox…!” Wolf gritted his fangs so hard Fox was worried he might chip them, squeezing his crushing walls down around his length right on cue. “Jut get in there and… fuck me already! And yeah, it’s my first time, s-so what?!”

There it was, the proof he needed, right from the canine’s mouth. He had half a mind to slow down and let him breathe, allow him to adjust or recover by a bit, but he had been explicitly ordered not to stop. So he followed that order, and hilted himself the rest of the way with one final, slamming shove that made Wolf howl out.

There was a sound he could get used to. So he kept his mouth shut (as he was told), and did exactly as he was ordered.

It was time to show this would-be dom his worst. Now all he had to do was…

Biting his tongue to keep from speaking (Wolf wouldn’t want to hear anything else about it, he was sure), he began to pull out, just passing the halfway point in no time at all. Four out of seven inches were still buried in Wolf’s depths, and Fox couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. After all, something about him had convinced Wolf to give up topping for a night and bend over, just for him. He had a feeling it was just the size of his dick, though, and knowing Wolf, that was probably true. Making a mental note to ask after all of this was over, he continued pulling, extricating himself out until, at last, only the tip remained to fill the gap where cock had been.

“Alright,” Fox breathed, staying slow and steady as Wolf’s entrance squeezed and clenched down hard on his one remaining inch, so desperate to feel him again. “If you’re sure, I’m going back in now.”

“About time…!” Wolf leered back back at him, forcing out an amused-sounding chuckle through his growl. “Don’t fuckin’ hold back, foxy…! Fuck my ass as hard as you can! I could take it even if you were seventeen inches! Seventy!”

Fox cracked a smile; he had to admire his gusto. He had heard rumors of certain drugs and enhancers that could do something like that. Maybe they would have to try it sometime…

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Falco stifling a laugh as he stroked his own shaft. He had to admit, Falco had an impressive cock on him, about as impressive as what was around back at any rate. It had to have been at least ten or so inches, maybe even cresting the footlong mark to rival Wolf’s in terms of sheer size. Despite how he was currently buried in an ass, he felt himself salivate at the thought of getting a closer look before snapping back to the business at hand. He didn’t have time to admire Falco’s length, he had a wolf to fuck.

He would just have to ogle later.

Shifting his attention back to the task at hand, he thrust his hips forward with another good shove, feeling Wolf’s walls squeezing tightly against his intruding shaft inch after rapid inch, until finally, with a very real and very loud smack, orange met gray for the second time and Fox bottomed out again. The hips rammed against one another, cock throbbed and cheeks clapped, and both of their balls swung together with a nearly-painful knock.

In fact, it had hurt a little bit. He would be sore in the morning, that was for sure.

“How does it feel, Fox…?” Wolf leered, despite the fact that his breathing was more labored than usual. He seemed to be actively putting in effort to keep the dominant air around him going strong, even as he pressed back against Fox’s balls-deep length and heaved for breath. “How’s it feel to be balls deep inside me, eh…? Bet it’s… the best ass in the whole universe, huh?”

Fox gritted his teeth as he felt Wolf clench around him, not saying a word for a few agonizing seconds

“Feels… s-so good…!”

That was all he could say; the clench was unlike any other one before. It had been controlled, modulated, perfectly timed to make his gush and break down. He had never imagine a first-time bottom having this much control and skill; it seemed like he was fucking a natural here.

He pulled back and drove back in, hoping some rhythm would help smooth things out, but he wasn’t able to stop a real moan from leaving his throat this time. When did Wolf get this good?!

“I thought you said you could handle a tight ass like mine!” Wolf leered back at him, bucking his hips against Fox’s lap with another one of those stone-furred claps. Their bodies connected at just the right angle, and Fox peered down at that huge ass as it clapped and shook against his upcoming hips, letting another overwhelmed moan slip from his lips at the sight alone. “What’s the matter, worried you can’t keep up?”

The bigger man’s mocking tone was infuriating, but also too hot to ignore. How was he supposed to respond to that? It was all he could do to pull himself back together, and push back with a grin of his own, hoping his rosy blush went unnoticed.

He scoffed as best he could, pushing his body slightly into Wolf’s, their balls pressing together with a slight further twinge of pain as he unloaded a gush of pre up his tail. “Don’t worry about me, I can… handle you!”

Again, he tried to still his breath, and another clench from Wolf took it away.

“Then show me.” Wolf leered, giving a very real laugh as he bounced his ass up again. “Show me you can make me cum or something! I’m waiting, foxy!”

“Will…” Fox gritted his fangs, refusing to let Wolf get the best of him. He always loved a power bottom, and it was like the older man knew his weakness. Knowing Wolf, he probably did. “Will do…!”

Fox pulled himself together as best as he was able, drawing his hips back and watching his cock slowly slide out. Just like before, the tip had almost completely left Wolf’s body before he pushed forward again, filling that tight hole much faster than before, and with more force to back it up. He allowed his eyes to flutter closed, letting another moan escape his lips when their hips came back together with an audible slap, trying his hardest not to lose himself to the rush of adrenaline in his veins.

Wolf sure knew how to take it. For a man who had never taken it up the tail before, he was blowing Fox away how skilled he was, how easy he made it look. A part of him still wanted to give Wolf time to adjust, but every other part of him knew he didn’t need it. So he kicked himself into gear, taking his challenge seriously, and finally started the fun for real.

First, he repeated the motion, quicker this time, letting Wolf’s depths take every last inch he had to give, and forcing his gray-furred cakes into a wobble on impact, hearing his groaning growls sound out with every inch he buried and every throb inside him.

Then, he did it again.

And again.

And again.

Each time, he picked up the pace slightly, Wolf’s walls becoming more and more smeared with pre and lube with every thrust in and draw out, and allowing his shaft to slide into them all-the-easier and piston all-the-better. It was almost too much for him to handle, just from the tightness and feel alone, but he hammered through it, finding his rhythm and watching as Wolf’s body did the same against his hips.

It wasn’t just his body that was reacting either. Wolf’s head bowed low, and he cast his gaze up just in time to nearly blow a second time.

He was unable to stop his eyes from wandering, helpless to stop them from widening. The sheer shock of the moment nearly took his breath away, and his ears tingled from the sound when Wolf let out another enraptured moan escape his throat. It was different from the last one; so enraptured, so ecstatic, and twinged with a dominant growl so deep he felt it in his bones. But he held himself together and kept his cork in, putting all his effort into continuing the motions that captivated them both: in and out, back and forth, again and again, without stopping for even a single moment.

Even if Fox had wanted to stop, he couldn’t have. He had topped men before, but he had never felt something this amazing, this rapturously fantastic before in his life. The crushing tightness, the fiery warmth, and the very thought of fucking the most attractive, dominant man he knew as he bucked and worked his amazing ass back at him, putting on his best domineering and seductive snarls even as he was pounded relentlessly, was beyond indescribable. This was truly one of the best nights of Fox’s life, and he wasn’t about to let it end any time soon.

“Yes…!” Wolf threw his head back and shouted out, his own tip throbbing and spurting off to stain Fox’s bed sheets dark purple.“Fuck yeah, foxy! Keep going…!”

He bucked his hips backward yet again, meeting Fox’s thrusts halfway with every motion they made, and received a gush into his depths for his troubles. The sheets weren’t the only thing being made a mess of now.

“Make me cum!” He snapped, hammering back to take every last available inch. “I dare y-”

Wolf’s taunting snarl was suddenly interrupted; it looked as if a jolt of electricity shot up his spine, leaving a linear trail of standing fur as it went. And in a second, after one especially well-aimed slam, his voice spit the air.

“FUCK!!!”

It was all Wolf was able to do, all he was capable of saying as Fox’s tip made contact with that single coin-sized bump, and it set him off. He didn’t remember aiming for it, not intentionally, but the result was undeniable.

He wanted to say something, but nothing could have topped that. So instead, he put that energy into something more productive, aiming again and making another direct hit on his target, and listening as Wolf’s voice shot up again, his prostate being speared and beaten down. Another one of those hot and clear rounds shot from the dominant wolf’s tip all the way to the head of the bed, leaving a long dark streak on the sheets, and his hole squeezed down tighter than it had ever done before. Fox grit his own fangs, trying his hardest not to cum right at that moment, and managing to make it only by a hair’s breadth.

“You feel that, Wolf…?” He teased through his panting breaths, trying his best to speak even as his hips kept pounding and his muscles began to ache. “I bet you didn’t know you had a… sweet spot like that, did you?”

“Are you kidding? I fuck twinks like you -GAHHHH!!!-”

It happened again, sending another shot of sticky precum onto the sheets and another scream into the air.

“...For breakfast! Of course I know what a… sweet spot is!”

It was obvious from his voice, Wolf was gritting his teeth hard again, resisting the urge to draw blood from his tongue as Fox made pounding thrust after pounding thrust into his prostate head-on, each of them aimed down to the square inch for maximum impact. It was no doubt bringing him closer and closer to the edge, if the sudden spasms through his walls were any indication.

“Don’t think this’ll make me… cum any faster, foxy! I can go all night, just you… WATCH!!”

“You’d better, wolfie.”

Fox hadn’t intended to say something so taunting, but he jeered it anyway as he picked up the pace once again. Wolf’s hole spasmed violently against him as they both seemed to hold off climax after climax, coaxing every last drop of energy and fluids he could manage out of him, and being milked just as much in return.

At this rate, he’d be the one to cum first. Not that it was a problem. We could go for just as long, after all. Wolf’s taunting words and attitude didn’t falter for long; it was only a matter of time before he got used to the poundings on his his weak point, and soon, he had worked it into his routine, hammering back to match Fox’s crashing hips, working that thick ass up and down with claps and rippling bounces, and even getting into a new and intoxicating rhythm with his walls to compensate for the spasms.

Fox had to admit, Wolf continued to impress him. He just hoped he was as impressive himself.

So he made sure of that, gripping the older man’s hips in his claws, and rammed his hole with all he had, his orange hips a blur in no time. The slaps increased in volume and frequency drastically, with Wolf pushing back into Fox’s frantic thrusting without missing a single beat. Fox’s cock was aching as well, he couldn’t deny it. He desperately needed the release a climax could provide, that much was too much to ignore. Wolf’s ass was undeniably amazing in every way, but a climax would be nice. After all, they could always go again, and again, and again, as often as he liked.

Or at least until Falco got impatient and jumped on his cock instead. That was a distinct possibility.

He realized he was starting to sweat again. His pulse was becoming too rapid, the gushes of precum inside Wolf becoming seemingly random in their timing. He was slipping, and he knew it. It was only a matter of time before he blew, and Wolf still hadn’t done the same. For all his bravado, Fox could barely hold it back any longer. Soon, the floodgates would open and he would fill Wolf’s ass with every last drop of cum he had. Every slap of their bodies, every growl and domineering slam backward, every wobble of Wolf’s cheeks, every throb that was sent through him, only brought him that much closer.

It was too much to bear, too much to hold onto. He was going to cum, and soon. There was no way he could hold it back any longer. He had to blow, he just had to. His body was crying out for it, screaming for it. He had to…

“Wolf…!” He groaned, his cock throbbing and spurting uncontrollably inside those tight, squeezing walls that seemed determined to suck him dry. “I think… I think I’m gonna…!”

“Cumming already…?” Wolf leered those words with a cocky growl, but even Fox could see he was also on the brink. “I thought you could… do more than that! C’mon, fuck me harder!!”

But just like that, Wolf seemed to break a little bit. A moan suddenly erupted from his maw, louder and more explosive than any previous sound, and he arched his back against Fox’s slamming hips, only for his tail to shoot upward like a flagpole.

“Oh, who am I kidding…?” He growled with a barely-concealed whine, letting his eyes shut tight and his footlong shaft twitch and spurt all over the sheets. “Just fuckin… cum in me already!!”

It was like getting permission to fire. That was all he needed. So he released the pressure valve holding his climax in, felt his head slide back and his jaw clench tight, and made one final hilting slam before his climax crashed into him like a Arwing at full speed.

In a flash, Fox saw stars. He was sure they both did; there was no way they didn't. Their entire bodies were wracked with the exact same surge of pleasure at the exact same time, sending them both into that special kind of euphoria that only the best sex could bring, as their climax finally hit in perfect, synchronized unison.

Fox had had plenty of partners, but he had never came so hard in his life. He had never felt himself blow so totally, so explosively, not even anything close to this. But here he was, letting it all out in one go. His hips made a few more ramming thrusts, bashing down Wolf’s cock-gaped and spasming hole a few more slamming times, before his pent-up cock gave in. It was all he could do to bury himself balls deep in Wolf’s body as his load erupted out of him, filling that tight, hot space with a white-hot liquid fire that only added to its core temperature, and made the room feel warmer with every gush.

He pumped and shot round of round, load after load, but his climax never seemed to ebb for far longer than he cared to admit. His groans turned into moans in no time at all, and those enraptured moans became screams and yells of unbridled ecstasy even in less time, as he filled Wolf’s hole to the absolute brim, never letting up for what felt like minutes of his life in that perfect rapture. Wolf’s already-spasming walls were going into overdrive as well, milking him for everything he had to offer, until every last drop of cum his body could produce was spent.

If he wasn’t empty before, he definitely was now. He had no way of knowing how long it had taken, but he almost didn’t want to know. He didn’t care, not when Wolf was howling out beneath him, coating his sheets white as he was filled to the very edge of his brim, and both of them were drowned in the moment.

But just as quickly as it had come on, it was gone. Both of them lay there, panting and gasping for breath as they recovered from the most intense, satisfying orgasms of their lives, letting the world gradually trickle back to them one labored breath at a time.

Well, the world was only one thing that was coming back. Fox had been right about his stamina, and it was recovering fast. He could already feel the life starting to course back through him again, his labored pulse pumping his blood with its steady and constant pace, returning oxygen and energy to his exerted systems one beat at a time.

He had no idea how Wolf was faring, but he looked about the same from where he was standing: a little exerted, a little pushed, but recovering. It would take a lot more than a good fuck to keep the two of them down, countless fights and chases had proven that much time and again.

“So…” Fox asked as he panted for breath, bracing himself against Wolf’s back as he threatened to slump over him. “How was your first time, wolfie?”

“You did better than I thought, foxy! That was… really fun.” Wolf might have sounded exhausted, but he held up Fox’s weight really well, only slumping slightly before straightening back up again in due time.

“Want me to… pull out now?”

It was a simple question, and Fox thought he knew the answer. Wolf and him had matching endurances, but he couldn’t blame him for wanting a break. So, he wouldn’t have put it past him if he wanted to…

“Are you kidding?” Wolf snickered, giving his filled and wrecked hole a vise-grip squeeze, and making Fox nearly yelp when he did. “And let you go and fuck the bird next? No way…!”

Of course that was his answer. He might not have known Wolf O’Donnell as well as he thought, if that was the case. But it was an answer he could live with.

He just hoped Falco didn’t get too jealous. There would be hell to pay for it in the morning.

“You… you sure?” He asked with a tiny chuckle, already sliding his paws back down to the wolf’s cheeks as they pressed back against him again. “You sure you don't need a minute or something?”

“No way, are you crazy?” Wolf sneered back at him, letting it melt into a cocky and seductive smirk in only a moment's time, one that set Fox aflame on the inside all over again. “You think you’re the only one here with endurance for days, Star Fox? I’ll out-fuck you any day, just watch…!”

Wolf only took a few deep breaths, and just like that, he was back to normal. Fox followed suit, and over the next few moments, he found himself straightening up again, pulling himself up to standing without a single issue. He stood tall, digging his claws into the wolf’s stoney hide, and straightened his back to look down at him.

All it took was a hearty slap to Wolf’s upturned ass to send the signal. Besides, could Falco really blame him for wanting to go again?

“Remember what I said about going all night?” Wolf reached back behind him, tracing a claw down Fox’s vulpine chest like the point of a knife. He shook his hips while he was at it, and Fox did his best to hold back a smirk and blush. Instead, he settled for another slap. “Well, I meant it. I want you to fuck this ass ‘till the sun comes up, Star Fox, and birdie over there can watch!”

Fox’s cock was hard again; in fact, it had never gone down. Just the idea was enough to get it back to where it was at the beginning, begging for attention like none of the previous session had ever happened. He liked it when his libido did that, and he liked it even better when his stamina backed it up.

It was true, he could have gone all night, easily. In fact, he intended to. But there was one thing he needed to do first.

He cast his gaze to the side, off to the left where Falco lay with his legs apart, idly stroking his impressive length like it was nothing at all.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He flashed him a grin. “About a couple more rounds, I mean. I’ll get to you eventually, don’t worry!”

At first, he had expected the blue stud to be offended, or even insulted. But his worry was put to rest when Falco rolled his eyes off to the side with a playful scoff, reaching beneath the bed to produce a massively-thick, violet dildo, easily every bit his own length’s equal in every way. In fact, it exceeded it, easily totally to what seemed close to almost two whole feet of purple, shimmering length.

Fox’s mouth watered again.

“Nah, I’ve got it covered.” He shrugged, taking a slobber over that monster of a toy, and leaving behind a weblike trail of spit over its length. “You just get him nice and ready for me. Then we’ll see who can really make the guy moan.”

Fox tossed him a simple smile, wrenching his attention away and back to Wolf. He almost felt a little guilty, but when a power bottom calls, a vers top like Fox McCloud answers.

“So,” Wolf leered over his shoulder, groaning as Fox’s hips slid back, letting his length slip free from his confines only to be slapped down across his cheeks from above. “You ready, foxy? I’m not gonna hold back this time!”

Fox didn’t say anything at first.

All he did was line up again, rearing up his momentum for a few agonizing seconds until his tip made ginger contact with that white-oozing hole again.

“I’ll hold you to that, wolfie.” He chuckled simply. “I expect an even better ride this time!”

“Wouldn’t dream of disappointing!”

That single moment crept on like an eternity for both of them, stretching a single second into what felt like minutes of hull-thick tension. Fox could have sunk his fangs into it, Wolf could have rended it with his claws, and for a few agonizing moments, Fox’s cock throbbed at his entrance, smearing his own used-up load against that warm hole with teasing pushes.

That is, until Fox finally shot a look to the side and, with a thumbs-up from Falco, took the plunge back in.

It was like he was working on instinct; in fact, he might have been doing just that. Filling Wolf’s body was easier this time. All he had to do was slam forward, slip inside, and dive in with everything he had.

Wolf’s willing hole was filled in with one swift, smooth thrust, and before Fox knew it, the air was being filled with the sound of clapping wolf-cheeks and a howling, rapturous moan.

It was all he could do to follow suit, hammering away to his heart’s content as he thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, into the man who up until tonight had been a total top. It just seemed right somehow, that Wolf was starting to do the same in his own way, growling and snarling and taunting with every slam backward he could muster.

Fox chuckled to himself when he heard Wolf ‘s demeanor switch up like that. It was like they were meant for this moment, and he matched Wolf bit for bit, never letting up, and never letting himself fall behind by even a single beat.

But he hadn’t forgotten about Falco, not a bit. He had plans for that bird, that much was clear. It would only be a matter of time until he would get his turn. Maybe not now, but certainly tonight. Eventually, him and Wolf would have to call it quits for a bit, and when that happened, his friend would know what to do. In fact, Fox was sure that Falco had a few plans of his own. Only time (and copious amounts of swapped fluids) would tell.

In the meantime, all Fox had to do was hope that his hips wouldn’t give out, keep thrusting, and enjoy the scenery of Wolf O’Donnell kneeling below him, taking his cock over and over again, load after load, and loving every moment.

And when the sun started to come up, he doubted any of them would even notice it. He certainly wouldn’t.