Big Bird (Commission by Ceeb)
In a time of peace, with his days as a pilot behind him, at least for the time being, Fox took a bit of the small fortune his career as a galaxy-saving pilot had earned him, and bought a small villa outside of Corneria City. There he spent his days in some quiet reflection, looking out over the green fields, blue lakes, and rough mountains of the friendly planet. Such a life was boring and difficult to adjust to, however, and a few loose ends left him with unanswered questions about himself, and his friends. After some effort, Fox managed to get in touch with his old wingmate, Falco Lombardi, a pilot even more skilled than he was. Whereas Fox settled down after disbanding his squadron, Falco took off for adventure as something of a bounty hunter, but when presented with the opprotunity to meet up with his best friend, the brash falcon practically pounced on it.
After he docked his ship in the city, it was a short hike out to Fox's new home. He was greeted by Fox with a friendly hug and small talk, which in time lead to lunch and a deep conversation about life; work, sex, what-have-you. "Ah, it's so good to see you again. You haven't changed a bit." Fox said with a friendly smile, leaning across his table a bit. Falco cracked a little smirk, shrugging his lean shoulders. "It's only been a year, Foxy, I mean, come on." In time, the conversation shifted to Fox's old love; the pretty blue vixen, Krystal. "Be honest, Foxy, how often were you hittin' that?" Falco asked with a dirty grin, leaning over the table with a teasing glare. Fox huffed and folded his arms, looking away from his lewd friend. "Honestly, ah, not much, I mean... I dunno." Falco chuckled awkwardly, then rubbed at his beak, before tilting his head inquisitively at the vulpine. "What do you mean you dunno? I mean, come on, Foxy, that girl was a bombshell. You tellin' me you play the home team or somethin'?" With an incriminating blush, Fox grinned mischeviously at his feathered friend, who just smirked, shaking his head.
"I guess you caught me." Fox said, standing up from the table. It was odd for Falco, seeing his friend in such casual clothing; in fact, he couldn't remember a time when Fox wasn't in his flight jacket. The falcon, on the other hand, wore his old uniform out of a sense of respect and familiarity; that, and it looked damn sexy on him. "I guess so, Foxy..." Falco said, interlacing his fingers, resting his hands on his lap. Stepping around near the falcon, Fox sat down on the table, looking down at his friend with a distinct gleam in his eye. "You always did keep up on your practice." He said with a benign smile, and Falco just shook his head, still smirking. "Yeah, and?" Fox shrugged, putting one of his bare, human-like, but still padded feet on the falcon's knee. "So how about I show you a few maneuvers?"
It wasn't like Falco was about to say no. He'd never had sex with a man, but if he was going to, it would be with Fox. The vulpine, a comfortable dominant when it came to sex, gave his friend a kiss on the beak and tugged his flight jacket off, and the vest beneath it. When he exposed the falcon's toned chest, he took just a moment to slide his paws down that beautiful body, before kneeling. The todd knew what he wanted; it was instinctive, almost, a burning desire for cock that was etched into his species' DNA. With hasty paws, he undid the bird's belt and let his pants slide to the floor, and then he grabbed those boxers, boring, olive-drab underwear that went with the uniform, and tugged them down as well. Falco was graced with a human-styled dick, something Fox had always been morbidly curious about. It hung low, well past his nicely-sized, down-covered blue ballsack, and it had a delicious, bubblegum-pink shade to it. With skill that was no accident, Fox took hold of that shyly flaccid penis and engulfed it in his hot, wet maw. Falco grunted and clenched his beak shut, looking down at his friend with an uncharacteristically uneasy expression, though he didn't ask the vulpine to stop...
Closing his eyes, Fox began to bob and gulp on his wingmate's slowly stiffening dick, and in time, it reached its' peak, a solid eight and a half inches of thick, throbbing meat. Gingerly, the falcon laid his hands on the back of Fox's head, groaning with sexual contentment, finding himself pleased with this development. He'd gotten blowjobs before, of course. Plenty of them. The bird just wasn't sure if it was the taboo element that made this one so good, or if Fox was just that good, but he decided to put it somewhere in between, and called it good enough. Most importantly, it felt good... Very good. Nothing else really mattered.
"Ah, jeez, Foxy... You and I shoulda done this a long time ago..." Falco said with a grin, looking down at the sucking, slobbering vulpine. Fox looked up with a mischevious gleam in his eye, and his long, bushy tail swished behind him. Reaching up, he stroked and squeezed at the falcon's taut ass, all the while bobbing and slobbering on that long, swollen dick, and his own bulged in his pants. Fox used everything he had on the falcon; as he bobbed and slurped, he twisted his muzzle, and gently dragged his teeth along the bird's sensitive, throbbing flesh. Every time he pushed down all the way, he'd let that big dick enter his hot, tight throat, where he'd swallow upon it. It was such a rush of erotic sensations that Falco found himself huffing and panting with arousal, and his talons scraped at the floor.
Soon, with a deep, passionate groan, the falcon pulled his friend in by the back of his head and came down the fox's tight, gulping throat with a few thick ropes of his jism. Fox moaned in appreciation and lust, squeezing his friend's ass one last time before letting his paws slide down the backs of his legs. "Thanks, Foxy..." Falco groaned, releasing the vulpine's head. Fox pulled back and grinned, kissing the throbbing, round tip of the falcon's dick, before leaning in to drag his tongue across the bird's smooth, heavy ballsack. "Hey, you know me. I always put my team first."
Gently and lovingly, Fox groomed the falcon's sensitive, post-orgasm shaft, licking, kissing and nibbling its' length, while the bird just stroked the back of his head. As his afterglow subsided, Falco knelt down and grabbed his jacket, reaching into a pocket. Fox watched from his knees with curiousity, but before he could ask what the brash bird was up to, Falco's clenched fist emerged with a vial. "Check this out, Foxy. Little something I came across on the job. Came from some nutjob chemist I had to bring in, apparently it's supposed to make you bigger." Fox narrowed his eyes, then twisted his muzzle into a dirty smirk. "As if you need to be bigger, Falco..." He teased, standing up, slipping out of his own clothes, exposing his slightly smaller, but just as athletic body to Falco. Like his friend, he had a human-styled penis as well, though a full inch shorter than the bird's.
Falco grinned and looked over his friend, still holding the vial. "Lookin' good there, Foxy..." He said with a clear lust in his tone, trailing a finger down the fox's chest. "Thanks. So... Go ahead, then. I gotta see this." The sharp-eyed fox said, grinning lewdly, clutching the falcon's still-hard dick in his soft paw. Falco grunted at the loving squeeze, and his shaft oozed with a viscous precum. After a few more squeezes, Fox licked the slime from his paw, his tongue moving in a slow, slutty way, teasing the bird. "Heh... The noble Fox McCloud, lickin' man juice off his fingers. Wait'll I tell the general." They exchanged smirks, and at last, Falco popped open the vial and downed tne foul-tasting drug, tossing the glass tube in the trash can afterwards. "Blech! I hope this crud works better than it tastes."
Like watching a pot of water boil, the two looked upon Falco's cock in curiousity and wonder. For all of an hour, nothing happened. With a smirk, Fox took hold of it once more. "Maybe I need to get you off again before it'll work." Falco shrugged and grinned, nodding an okay to the fox, but before he could kneel, the bird began to grow at an astonishing rate, nearly an inch a second, until his head bumped uncomfortably into the ceiling. "What the heck is this?" He grunted in annoyed disbelief, and he sat down on the floor, looking over his arms and hands, and the apparently smaller room. After the shock wore off, Fox couldn't pry his eyes off Falco's body, now almost tripled in size, with everything in proportion. Without a word, he climbed into the falcon's lap, standing on his thigh, stroking over that enormous chest with soft, eager paws. Falco had no idea what was going on, but he wasn't about to turn down a little worship from his friend.
"This is... Pretty weird, Falco. What other kinda stuff did that guy work on?" Fox asked, nuzzling and caressing the falcon's body. Falco shrugged, nearly tossing Fox to the floor. "I don't know, really. This is the only drug that wasn't confiscated." Fox shrugged indifferently and nuzzled into one of the bird's nipples, then he began to lap and kiss on the stiffening flesh. Falco shuddered at the feeling and gently ran a huge hand down the vulpine's back. Fox tugged at the downy feathers around it and bit softly on the tender flesh, making his friend grunt and close his eyes, even going so far as to blush. "That's pretty nice there, Foxy..."
It didn't take long for Fox's rough love on Falco's chest to get the bird panting and hard all over again, and with both lust and curiousity, the adventurous vulpine stepped closer to the bird's shaft, now larger than one of his own legs. Fox wrapped his arms around it, nuzzling into the tip and closing his eyes. He squeezed it tightly, hugging it to his soft body. Though not at all experienced with them, Fox treated it as though as it were a stripper pole, grinding and gyrating against it, moaning as he squeezed himself close to it, leaving his body reeking of the falcon's musk, not that either of them minded it. Falco groaned in pleasure from the unusual act, grinding into Fox's soft, small body, soon letting loose with a trickle of precum, but it was more than enough to shower Fox, leaving him saturated in the musky, sticky liquid before long.
As if the pleasure triggered a reaction with the drug, Falco grew more and more at an impossible rate, shooting up to the size of a skyscraper, and all the while, with a now terrified grip, Fox held on tightly to his impractically enormous dick, hunkering down like a flea. Around Falco's growing body, the house practically disintigrated, and in a mix of shock and fear, the bird stood and stumbled, experiencing a kind of vertigo as he looked hundreds of feet down at the ground. Forgetting about Fox entirely, he moved near the city, one step away from him in this new size, bumping one of the the many skyscrapers, knocking it down like a domino, taking down a row of the magnificent buildings.
By now, the bird had begun to think it was all a dream, and he walked further into the city, knocking over a few more buildings like a clumsy child. Beneath his feet, he felt any number of tiny, helpless lives come to an end with any number of little, soft squishes. Nearing the central park, the only place with enough room for him to sit, the falcon slowly set himself down upon the grass, letting his legs go down differnt roads to straddle a few buildings. In the meantime, his enormous balls came to rest on the busy street, bringing all traffic to an end, stopping all the tiny little people who were trying to escape.
The falcon refused to believe any of it was real; and with that, he reached down, gripping his shaft, squeezing it, before realizing what was on it; he looked down, and Fox looked up, now tiny by comparison. The bird grinned impishly, then clutched his shaft again, gently forcing Fox into it. In the falcon's grip, forced against his massive shaft, the little fox just groaned and squirmed, helpless but not in danger. The giant began to stroke his shaft, pumping it hard and fast, closing his eyes, gripping the ground below with his free hand, effortlessly uprooting trees and tearing up strips of pavement. His shaft squirted with pre as he jerked off, splattering the building he straddled, and the sheer force of it knocked out windows and flooded it.
The rush of sensations and the bizarre, dreamy exhibitionism of it all soon saw Falco having another orgasm, but this one was an entirely different beast. Panting and grunting, stroking himself harder and harder with Fox's body, the falcon came with outrageous force and volume, sending tidal waves of incredibly thick seed through the city streets, a veritable tsunami of cum that buried Corneria City. As he came into another blissful afterglow, Falco released his shaft and looked down into his palm, then lifted the sticky, exhausted fox to his face. Panting and covered in seed, he looked up at the avian with a disbelieving expression, just as stunned by it all as Falco was.
"Heh... Talk about a weird day, eh, Foxy...?" He said, beginning to lick up the seed from his palm, and off his friend's body. With his sheer size, it only took one or two slurps to clean Fox's comparatively tiny body, but why stop there? Grinning, he continued to lick his small friend's body, indiscriminantly slobbering him. All the while, Fox moaned and panted, blushing deep red, while his shaft pulsed, oozing with precum, impossible to notice with Falco's size. Nevertheless, in time, the fox came hard, letting loose with a powerful orgasm, squirming and arching, panting hard beneath his friend's tongue.
Enjoying their shared afterglow, Falco laid back in the park with a deep yawn, and he let Fox, exhausted and prone, lay upon his enormous chest. For just a moment, Falco glanced around at the destruction and chaos he had caused, and just vaguely wondered if it was all a dream. Dismissing the notion, he closed his eyes, and the two of them fell into a deep, well-earned sleep.