50 Shades of Brown
50 Shades of Brown
Prelude:
Falco Lombardi and Fox McCloud had been boyfriends for a few months now. After Krystal had fallen for Slippy, Fox was a bit more comfortable with his bisexuality. He always had a feeling that Falco had a thing for him. As much as they bickered, their mutual respect for each other was undeniable.
Fox and Falco's romantic relationship started when Falco first took on the part of a role model for Fox. Fox's break-up with Krystal had hit him pretty hard, but Falco's arrogant and self-gratifying attitude inspired Fox to have faith in himself as a bisexual. Fox's newfound self-confidence especially helped him recover from the break-up, and although he never reached Falco's level of arrogance, he couldn't help but fall for him.
Fox wasn't quite sure if Falco was interested in men or women; he had never really showed interest in anyone. To answer his curiosities, Fox decided to gradually test Falco's sexuality. In the shower room, he would shower and change closer to Falco. For the first couple of days, Fox didn't see any results. Day by day though, he would catch Falco taking longer and longer glances at his lower regions.
One day, he noticed Falco had a massive erection after his shower. Before the falcon even dried off, he excused himself to a stall, supposedly because of a stomach ache. Fox on the other hand saw his feet shaking under the stall door and knew he was masturbating.
About a week later, Fox was starting to consider asking Falco to be his boyfriend. However, it was actually Falco that popped the question first. The two made out for minutes on end and started dating immediately. Fox and Falco had sex many times, but they were soon looking for something...or in this case someone to add a little more spice to their love life.
Story:
Fox and Falco had the feeling that their rival, Wolf, was into some kinky shit. The way he dressed in leather and chains on a regular basis made them extremely curious about what went on in his head. Not only that, but Wolf's sadistic toothy grin made his "personal" activities even more suspicious. The conversation came up after another one of their vanilla fuck-sessions.
"Maybe he's a rapist," said Fox giggling a bit.
"I don't know about that," said Falco laughing along with Fox, "I don't even know if he's gay."
"You saw him slapping his teammates on the ass."
"That doesn't mean a lot; football players do that all the time."
"FOOTBALL PLAYERS, not pilots. I think he's at least bisexual."
"Fox, I think if Wolf was gay, he'd be a lot more...hmmm." Falco realized that Wolf was much more flamboyant than he thought. While Wolf was extremely gruff and usually had a bad attitude, he did indeed show signs of being flamboyant. The way he howled dramatically as a taunt, his tight spandex pants that showed his ass crack, and his long, well-trimmed claws were all hints that he might have an attraction for a certain kind of meat... other than steak.
"His nails, his pants, his hair," said Fox, "come on man, he's a total queen!"
"Okay Mr. smart-fox," said Falco in his lovingly arrogant tone, "I think we should put your theory to the test."
"How can we do that?"
LATER THAT DAY...
Fox and Falco knew that Wolf always had a 5 o'clock coffee at Sharpman's every day. Wolf usually secluded himself to the back of the café and sipped a cup of black hazelnut coffee. He would stay there for about a half-hour contemplating battle plans before heading back to his base to work even more. It was a routine for Wolf, but that day it would be different.
Fox and Falco entered the café only glancing at Wolf once to make sure he was there. Fox ordered a vanilla chai tea and Falco ordered a decaf cinnamon mocha with two shots of espresso and extra foam. They both sipped their drinks and headed over to a table in Wolf's view to drink them. They sat down and had a few sips before wrapping their arms around each other. They followed this embrace with a good makeout session.
This caught the eye of Wolf; he had heard rumors that Fox and Falco were an item, but it was officially confirmed now. Fox smashed his lips against and his tongue inside Falco's beak, and Falco's tongue entered the fox's muzzle. Wolf stared at the couple with curiosity and intrigue, admiring the way Fox's orange fur and Falco's blue feathers blended well together from a distance.
What really caught Wolf's attention was when Fox started squeezing Falco's butt. Although Falco was wearing jeans, Wolf could tell that Falco's feathery ass was very squishy and soft. Wolf started to get hard and blush a little.
Falco, feeling his boyfriend's on his soft ass, reached around and grabbed Fox's own butt cheeks. Falco rubbed a bit more vigorously at Fox's ass. His hands gripped the vulpine's squishy rump and Wolf witnessed it all. Falco noticed Wolf start to blush before running into the bathroom. After Wolf entered the bathroom, Fox and Falco continued making out.
"You think it worked," Falco asked in between his boyfriend's smooches.
"Yeah," said Fox breaking the kiss and standing up with his coffee, "he's totally whacking it; I told you so."
Falco shrugged his shoulders before nodding in agreement. The two pilots headed back to their house and continued to talk.
"Wasn't it cute when he ran off to the 'little wolf's room'," said Fox laughing.
"Yeah, it was," said Falco finishing his coffee, "you know, he's not as cute as you are, but you gotta admit he is pretty hot."
"No doubt," said Fox. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. Fox looked out his bedroom window to see none other than Wolf standing at the doorway. "He doesn't have any weapons, so what could he want? And what is he wearing?"
Fox and Falco went downstairs to answer the door. They approached the door and turned the knob. Standing at the doorway was wolf wearing leather chaps with a black thong and a leather jacket.
"Look," said Wolf gruffly, "I know we're supposed to be rivals and all of that shit, but I just wanted to get something personal off my chest, something only you two can know about. I swear though, spread one word of this and I'll hunt both of you down."
"Go on," said Falco leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets listening attentively.
"I saw you guys making out at the café," began Wolf crossing his arms, "to tell you the truth, it made me a little jealous. You see, the truth is...that I'm gay, and I usually go out with guys behind my platoon's backs. The problem is that I've never been with a guy I REALLY liked before. While we may have our differences, you two are probably the only people I know who I admire both physically and intellectually. Now that I know you're both gay like me, I really want to...get together with you guys."
"You mean like a threesome," Fox asked questionably.
"Yeah, one of those," said Wolf, "I've been dreaming of a nice threesome with you two for as long as I can remember...I must warn you though, I'm into some...kinky shit"
"What kind of 'shit'," asked Falco.
"Well, let's just say that A: it involves leather and chains, and B; it involves more than ONE kind of 'shit'." Wolf slapped his ass at the last part of his sentence, indicating his affinity for "brown."
"Will you excuse us for a moment," said Fox motioning Falco back in the house. "I'm not so sure if this is a good idea."
"Fox," said Falco, "you're my only boyfriend and my favorite guy, but let's be honest here: Our sex lives, as great as they are, are starting to get stale. Every night it's the same dick-in-the-ass routine. I say it's time for something new. I've read somewhere that fetishes can strengthen a relationship. I seriously think this could be a good experience for both of us. "
Fox wasn't sure if it was a good idea to share his boyfriend with another guy, but Falco spoke the truth about their vanilla sex life. Besides, Fox never complained about Falco farting in bed before. "Okay, if you say so," said Fox smiling in approval "But I'm not eating his shit."
"Trust me," said Falco, "if he pulls that shit on us, I'll kick him right in the balls."
Fox and Falco headed back to Wolf's house. It was actually pretty big, sporting a pool room, a bar, and an indoor pool for his fleet's get-togethers.
"Nice house, Wolf" said Fox
"You ever try bondage before," asked Wolf ignoring the fox's compliment.
"No, but I've read about it," said Fox, "I actually think it's becoming a mainstream thing."
"How about scat," asked Wolf.
"We never tried that either," said Falco, "But there was this one time..." Fox's ears perked
"I was in a stall at the base just doing my business," explained Falco, "then Fox comes in and uses the stall next to me. He pretty much stank up the whole bathroom." Fox playfully punched Falco at that line and Falco laughed a bit before continuing, "After a while, I realized the smell wasn't that bad. In fact, I started thinking about his cute butt warming the seat as he did his business. It was actually kind of intimate, sort of like I was listening in on his most private moments."
"How long ago was that," asked Fox.
"I'd say the other day," said Falco, "when they had the bad coffee in the mess hall.
"I was totally pawing off to your ass's smells and sounds too," Fox said with a smirk.
Falco blushed a little, and Wolf started to get turned on. Wolf led the couple up to his "special room." Wolf opened the door and the trio entered the room. Inside was a bed with red sheets and pillowcases. The carpet was pitch-black and a glass cabinet with several odd devices sat at the right corner of the room. Another corner of the room was a shower area. One nozzle hung from the ceiling with a few pairs of handcuffs attached to it and on the floor stood a drain that could be plugged or unplugged with the pull of a handle.
"What's with the shower," asked Falco.
"Used to be for water torture," said Wolf, "I'd take my enemies here and interrogate them with Class A water torture. But we'll use it for something else later. For now, put these on and get on the bed."
Wolf handed Fox and Falco each a pair of assless chaps, spiked chokers, and latex thongs. Falco and Fox both thought the outfits were strange but alluring. Never had they seen such skimpy, gothic outfits before. Both pilots undressed right in front of Wolf. Wolf grew a hard-on as he saw the two attractive males undress, and he only got harder seeing them in their outfits. Fox and Falco lied onto the bed and awaited more instructions. Wolf went to the closet and got two pairs of black, fuzzy handcuffs.
"Last chance to back out Fox," said Falco. He knew Fox wasn't as into what was going to happen as he was.
"Nah, it's actually kind of exciting," said Fox.
Wolf wrapped the handcuffs around the bed posts. He then took Fox's wrists and cuffed them to the end of the bed before doing the same to Falco. The handcuffs were soft but extremely snuggly. Fox and Falco loved the tight grip enveloping their wrists and admired the fact that they were snuggled up right next to each other. Both of their warm bodies exchanged heat with each other and they could even smell each other's natural scent. Soon enough, Wolf stood up on the end of the bed facing Fox and Falco. He was wearing a spiky black collar, black fingerless leather gloves, and no pants or underwear.
"How about we start things off slowly," said Wolf sitting down between Fox and Falco and stretching his legs "I'm in charge now, and I say smell my feet!" Wolf's fetid feet stood directly in front of Fox and Falco's noses. The smell was rather musty and extremely tart. Fox and Falco struggled to avoid the terrible smell and shifted back a little on the bed, only to have Wolf press his feet directly into their faces.
The odor was absolutely rancid, and Fox and Falco could do nothing but just lay down and stare at the stinking feet in front of them. Wolf wiggled his toes and a bit of steam emerged from between them, going directly into the nostrils of Fox and Falco, who groaned a bit. Wolf's foot paws were actually pretty soft, but the fur looked a bit stained, as if he had been running a decathlon. The two pilots could only imagine what Wolf's socks looked like.
Wolf took his feet away from their faces and took something else out of the nightstand. It was a rubber paddle. "Turn over," said Wolf gripping both of the paddle. Falco and Fox turned over and awaited the pain.
"Hold my hand, Falco," whined Fox.
"Big baby..." Falco said before smiling and taking a firm grip on Fox's left hand.
Wolf raised the paddle and struck Fox's ass first, making a loud *WHAP* sound as the paddle made contact with the orange buttocks. Fox's ass jiggled like crazy to the force of the spank, and he gripped Falco's hand tight while stifling a yelp.
Falco's ass was hit next. The big, black paddle made direct content with the falcon's soft, blue ass, causing it to wobble up and down after being struck. Falco not only shouted at the pain of the spank, but he farted a bit too, which caused both Wolf and Fox to giggle a bit.
The paddle came crashing down once again on Fox's ass, making him shriek. "FUCK!" Fox yelled out loud. Despite the pain, he couldn't help but get a little satisfaction out of the tingling feeling the paddle left. It was kind of erotic. The way the fox's ass bobbled when the paddle collided with it was certainly turning Wolf on as well.
It wasn't long before Falco's buttocks were hit with another strike from the paddle. His soft blue cheeks were starting to turn a little red. Falco was always into aggressive tactics, and somehow being spanked was a pleasant reminder of his own personal tastes.
The spanking continued for a good thirty seconds until both of the pilot's butts were very lightly tinted red. Wolf could have gone on a lot longer, but he didn't want to damage their attractive asses too much.
"Turn around again," said Wolf. The two pilots faced up this time. A moment later, Wolf squatted down with his ass facing the two pilots. "Don't worry," said Wolf, "I'm not gonna make you eat my shit, even I have my limits." Falco relaxed his knees and did not expect to kick Wolf in the balls anytime soon.
Wolf grunted a little, clenching his fists together as several droplets of sweat ran down his ass cheeks. Fox and Falco stared at the wolf's soft ass and anticipated what was to come. The cheeks were a rough grey and the fur was extremely soft and fuzzy. Wolf's white-tipped tail stood vertical in the air, exposing a tight, pink anus. Fox could have sworn he saw steam rising from the naughty hole. He could certainly smell humid swamp-ass.
Suddenly, an overwhelming burst of canine flatulence escaped Wolf's hole, spreading smelly gas into the room. The odor was both beany and beefy, indicating a meal of steak and beans. Fox and Falco winced at the odor at first, but they soon started to admire the aroma.
Wolf swung his fat ass side to side, spreading even blasts of wolf gas into the two pilot's faces. Wolf let out a series of loud poots that made his anus and cheeks jiggle. Fox and Falco inhaled the aroma lovingly, admiring the nice view of Wolf's jiggly ass.
"Ahh...so fresh..." sighed Wolf.
"Fresh AND stinky," said Falco. Wolf's ass kept pumping out a constant wave of stink that overpowered the pilots' senses. The gas seemed to pour out in a wide-spread spray, and the sweat building up on Wolf's ass added a misty factor to his flatulence.
Still handcuffed to the bed, Falco snuggled up against Fox. The bulge in his thong rubbed against Fox's side. The warm, wet, and incredibly musky sensation of Wolf's gas was driving both of their hormones wild.
Wolf stopped farting for a second and headed back to the cabinet. He found what he was looking for: a couple of black enema bottles. The bottles were filled with mineral oil and were shaped like syringes.
"What are those," asked Fox.
"Stuff to make you guys poop," relied Wolf, "got a problem."
"Why do WE have to poop," said Falco, "I thought you were just going to give us Cleveland steamers or something."
"Where's the fun in that," said Wolf putting on a pair of black latex gloves, "I wanna see your cute butts make a good mess, but first...how about a little stretching?" Before Fox or Wolf could respond, Wolf jammed his left and right index fingers into Falco and Fox's asses respectively.
"Ah," Falco yelped, "getting frisky already, huh?"
"Just gotta lube and loosen your butts," said Wolf smirking sharply, "It'll make you poop much nicer." Wolf swirled his index fingers round and round inside both pilots' buttholes. Suddenly, Falco farted again, it was a wet sounding burst of gas that Wolf quickly inhaled. "Smells good," said Wolf, "You got any stink in you Star Fox?"
Fox nodded at wolf before closing his eyes and pushing a little. The fox's chubby ass let loose a moist, flapping fart that stank of cabbage and old coffee grinds. Falco followed this with another juicy blast, and the two went back and forth with their farts. After a while, Wolf inserted the rest of his fingers into Fox and Falco's holes and made two fists.
"Arrggghh..." Fox moaned, feeling Wolf's bulky fist inside his rectum. His erection was growing harder by the minute, as was Falco's. Wolf shook his fists a little to stimulate the two pilots, and both Fox and Falco started moaning in lust and occasionally biting the pillow cases.
"You like my fists," said Wolf.
"Oh yeah, you know how to please us," said Fox.
Wolf took his fists out of Fox and Falco's rectums before reaching behind his back. "Well here come the laxatives." Wolf took the enema bottles and used them on Fox and Falco, fitting the large nozzles snugly into their stretchy holes. Wolf squeezed the bottles and the two pilots were filled with a warm, sensual oil that would soon act as a laxative as they both shouted in arousal. Wolf squeezed the bottle tighter and tighter until every last drop of oil filled Fox and Falco's holes.
"Wolf..." said Fox panting heavily.
"Yeah," said Wolf.
"I think I have to poop now..."
"Me too," said Falco trying his best to keep his anus clenched.
Acting fast, Wolf un-cuffed Fox and Falco from the bed and quickly led them to the shower. After cuffing them to the shower nozzle, Wolf undressed the pilots to their nude bodies.
"We still have to go," moaned Fox crossing his legs.
Wolf pressed his bare ass against both Fox and Falco's bottoms and gave a fresh, dirty fart. "Then just go." Fox and Falco shut their eyes before both of their rumps each let loose a thick wave of shit.
Fox's ass erupted with a few moderately brown and squishy logs with a few dense farts. Not only did his shit splatter all over his butt and thighs, but it also coated Wolf and Falco's lower bodies. His shit was extremely foul, and it carried an intensely rotten odor.
Falco's ass was letting loose white fecal matter with the consistency of thick pudding. His dung mixed together with fox's to create horrendously smelly slurry that piled onto the plugged drain and each other's backsides. He was also farting much more than fox was, so he was creating white scat bubbles that splattered onto Fox and Wolf's lower backs.
"That's the spirit guys," said Wolf grinning devilishly, "now let's work up a nice thick paste." Wolf finally let the dark, steaming shit that was held up in his colon loose. His shit was much tougher than Fox and Falco's and it came with a beefy selection of farts. Nevertheless, he was still able to smear his logs all over the fox and falcon's backsides. "Doesn't it feel nice and warm?"
"Nngg...yeah...ahhh," groaned Fox slipping out another few fresh turds and sighing heavily.
"Smells so...earthy too," moaned Falco taking a deep whiff of the foul waste as the trio's feet. As much as he wished he could reach his hands down and rub Fox's messy butt , he was still totally happy in the position he was in. Falco clenched up his butt before his anus loosened to allow a white flood of falcon poo to splatter onto the pile.
Fox began farting some more, splattering his dung onto Falco's lower back. He inhaled the smell and looked to his left. Even though it was covered in shit, Falco's ass still turned him on beyond recognition. It was so plump and stinky, and he felt that the three-way was actually drawing him and Falco closer together.
Wolf grunted before smearing a series of fat logs onto Fox and Falco's lower bodies, admiring the squishy, soft feeling of their fat asses. He did have to admit they made an excellent couple. His flatulence was definitely the loudest out of the group, and it started to smell even worse, like moldy eggs and beans.
Fox and Falco were also smearing their asses against each other's in a slow, gooey side-to-side series of wipes. The warm feeling on their asses, the strong smells in the air, and the intimacy of the situation caused them both to start leaking pre.
Wanting to set them over the edge even further, Wolf decided to let the fluids that had been building up in his bladder loose. Wolf stopped smearing and aimed his dick at both Fox and Falco's asses before a stream of urine shot out. Wolf swayed his hips side-to-side to cover both asses in equal levels of piss. "It's nice to have a couple of asses to pee on," said Wolf before sighing.
Fox and Falco admired the warm, somewhat cleansing feeling of Wolf's strong, musky urine washing the shit off their backsides.
"Falco...I'm so turned on...put in in me," whispered Fox before swinging his legs around Falco's waist and positioning the falcon's cock between his cheeks.
Falco was surprised by Fox's sudden movement but quickly did as Fox told him, inserting his thick dick directly into Fox's stinky, piss-drenched ass. Once Wolf stopped urinating, he began rubbing one off to the sight of Falco and Fox fucking each other.
With a crisp fart and a grunt, Fox started urinating onto Falco's chest as Falco maneuvered his cock into the fox's moist anus. Falco started things off with a steady stream of urine, heating up and rinsing out Fox's messy hole. Falco's urine was clear and smelled like coffee, and Fox 's urinating dick got even harder.
After finishing his piss, Falco thrust forward into Fox's anus, stimulating the vulpine's sensitive glands with much vigor. Fox moaned and farted again, blowing a fresh hot breeze onto the Falcon's dick. By that point, the smells in the air had reached their climax, and so had the two pilots.
Almost immediately after finishing his piss, Fox's dick throbbed heavily and released a thick shoot of sperm all over Falco's face. Falco came as well, filling Fox's hole with a hefty cream filling. Finally, Wolf hit his climax as he saw both Fox and Falco fulfill their sexual desires. He held his dick in his right hand as his semen shot out in eight large bursts. The shower room was filled with the stenches of shit, piss, farts, musk, and cum from three different species.
"Thank you Wolf," said Fox softly as he nuzzled his head into Falco's shoulder. Falco nuzzled him back before remembering something very important.
"Can you un-cuff us now," asked Falco.
"Yeah yeah," said Wolf getting the key, "come back any time you want to do this."
"That's pretty much a given," said Falco, "Why would we make this kind of mess in our own house?"
Wolf scowled a bit before removing the falcon and fox's handcuffs and turning the shower on He washed the two lovers and himself before returning their regular clothes. It was certainly an...interesting day.