FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"It's been ten years! We've searched every planet Lylat has to offer! Star Wolf has to have them!" the green-skinned frog Slippy Toad said, folding his arms over his chest as he stared across the briefing room at Falco Lombardi and the droid ROB, the pilot of the Great Fox II.

"Star Wolf assured us they did not know where Fox Mcloud or Krystal were." ROB said, shaking his mechanical head.

The blue-feathered falcon shook his head, pacing slowly. "We've looked everywhere else... and Star Wolf hasn't been up to their usual trouble." He said, turning to the two present. "It's the only possibility that makes sense. They have them enslaved on Sargasso Spacestation." He lifted a hand to rub at the bottom of his beak for a moment. "Each time they went one at a time, obviously it didn't end well. This time, we need a little extra firepower. ROB, set a course and get us to the Sargasso Region as fast as possible."

The robot gave a jerky salute then turned and made his way back toward the cockpit, leaving Falco and Slippy in the briefing room. Falco sighed, turning to look at one of the displays showing the Lylat System.

He and Slippy had been alone, a two man team, for to long. They had searched the star system, gone from planet to planet by themselves, for ten years. They had earned enough money along the way doing simple missions, favors in exchange for false leads, to rebuild the Great Fox the way she was before the Aparoid Incident.

The ship was almost identical, however the armor plating was thicker, the engines more powerful, and the twin cannons beneath the bridge could blow a hole in almost any ship or space station with a single blast. The hanger, which could house six star fighters with room to spare, was empty. Only the two Arwings, also upgraded with the money earned in their search, filled the confines of the bay.

The only problem was, there could be no doubt Star Wolf was just as advanced by now. Assaulting their secret base was hard enough with four fighters. How hard was it going to be with two? Sure, Great Fox II was a dreadnaught most respected and some feared, but little scared Star Wolf. Powerful or not, even the greatest starships could be overwhelmed by great numbers, which the mercenary group could muster.

He was so lost in thought, Falco didn't hear Slippy until the toad shook his shoulder. "Huh?" he asked, turning to stare down at the squat young man. "Dija say something?"

"I asked what you were planning to do. Just jump in-system and demand they give Fox and Krystal back? We aren't even one hundred percent sure they have them."

Falco shook his head, bringing up a starmap of the Sargasso Region on the monitor. "We're gonna do just that. We'll jump in and get in our Arwings. ROB will lock weapons on the station and we'll demand to search the place. We'll search if they let us on... but since you and I both know they wont, we'll fight our way on. I'll board the station and you cover me from outside." He said, pointing at the icon for the Star Wolf hideout on the monitor. "I'll find them and get them out. Then we leave that junkheap to rot and get the spacedust out of there."

Slippy tilted his head, then sighed. "That isn't a very well thought out plan." He admitted, staring at the monitor in thought.

Falco shrugged his wings and folded them over his chest. "Yeah, well, I'm more about action than plans. We'll do what we've done for years. Make it up as we go along." He smiled at the toad, then brushed past him. "Come on, let's suit up. I wanna launch as soon as we come out of light-speed."

To say Falco didn't enjoy being the leader of Star Fox would be a blatant lie. At first he had fun in command of the team. Until Fox didn't check in. And then he didn't come home. And then the realization hit him that he and Slippy were the only two left. With Peppy old and senile, retired in an aided-living home on Corneria... He missed his friends. Katt had gone missing almost twelve years ago, two years prior to Krystal going missing. Falco was sure he was bad luck. All his friends seemed to disappear.

As he strode into the locker room, he turned and watched Slippy as the young man undressed from his casual attire and prepared to don his flight suit. Would the nerdy little frog vanish into the black too?

Falco sighed heavily, watching the young frog kick his trousers into the bottom of his locker before he dropped his undergarments and flashed his plump green ass to the cool, recycled air.

So focused as they had been on finding their friends, neither of them had been able to find relief for the stresses plaguing them. With Katt gone, Falco, for one, had no one to relieve the sexual tension that built up after so much time out in the black. At first. The two of them had found release though, if in different means then either of them expected.

Falco locked away his boots and hastily shucked his clothing. Even after all the time spent disrobing, Slippy still hadn't even gotten his flight suit out of the locker. He stood there, staring at a blueprint on his locker door, his hands crossed over his chest as he stood staring. Falco needed a distraction, and this was it.

Turning, he strode across the locker room, his cock already hard by the time he got to the other side. When he came to Slippy, he firmly grabbed the young toad and turned him, forcing him onto his knees to bend over the metal bench that bisected the locker room. Kneeling behind him, Falco rubbed his smooth, tapered dick against the amphibian's cool green rump. Slippy was silent, not protesting at all as he patiently waited. He even rocked his hips against the falcon's own until with practiced ease, Falco pressed his tip against the frog's puckered hole.

With one swift movement, Falco forced the entirety of his length into Slippy, slamming their hips together. He didn't pause, simply took the frog hard and fast, groaning and moaning loudly. Beneath him, Slippy squeaked and moaned effeminately and bucked against Falco's rough pace.

Falco held on to Slippy's hips tightly, forcing them back against his every thrust forward. It was short and sweet, but it was the distraction Falco needed. Regardless of Slippy's relief or not, he forced his hips tightly against the frog's ass and threw his head back, moaning gruffly as he filled the nerd's bowels with his hot seed. When his orgasm subsided, he pulled himself out and stood, moving back toward his own locker. "Suit up." He said firmly.

**********

When the stars outside the hanger slowed to a stop and the Great Fox II finished her jump in-system, Falco felt the fighter lurch as it was launched into space, followed almost immediately by Slippy's Arwing.

"Alright Slippy, hold formation around Great Fox. I'm going to-..."

He was immediately interrupted by an all to familiar voice. "What are you doing here, Star Falco? We didn't think we'd see you for a long time yet." Falco couldn't see it, but he knew Wolf O'donnell was smirking on the other side of the comm-channel. "We actually have a surprise for you. Why don't you come onboard and see for yourself?"

Falco cocked a brow. The entire thing smelled of trap. Sighing he flipped back onto the private Star Fox channel and licked his beak. "Slippy, stay out here. Cover me and keep our escape open."

"Got it!" Slippy said in his usual cheerful demeanor.

Falco checked his scopes one more time for a hidden ambush but seeing none, he turned his Arwing toward one of the docking ports and entered the station. When the ship came to rest, he popped the canopy and leapt out, blaster in hand. When he landed, his eyes widened and his beak slackened.

Star Wolf stood there waiting for him. Wolf, Panther, Leon, all three of them had smug grins on their faces, and for good cause. Fox was there in front of them. He was on his knees, completely naked. His head bobbed over Wolf's groin, obviously with a muzzle full of cock while his hands stroked the other two on either side.

"Surprise." Wolf said, reaching down to scratch Fox's head as if he were some animal who had done a good trick. "We were enjoying out pet so much, we thought we would share the wealth." He smirked again and winked his good eye at the falcon. "Put the gun away, bird."

Panther chuckled, purring loudly as Fox jerked him off. "On the other hand, get your gun out. There is extra room."

Immediately, Falco's eyes dropped to Fox's hips. Obediently, his former leader held his tan tail to the side, revealing his puckered tailhole that flexed gently now and again. "I... I'm here to take him home..."

Leon gave a laugh and shook his head. "If you want him, come and claim him. He's Wolf's toy, and if you want him back, you have to claim him as yours."

The trio gave knowing laughs, suggesting to Falco that Leon's animalistic terminology was without a doubt a reference to what he had to do in order to take Fox home. How could he do that!? He and Fox were friends and Fox would never...

Well... on the other hand... Fox would never suck off his mortal enemy, either. This wasn't the Fox that Falco knew so well. But if it meant taking the vulpine male home, then so be it.

He holstered his blaster and reached up to unbuckle the lower section of his flight suit. Stepping out of the G-suit, Falco strode forward and knelt behind Fox. He looked up at the Star Wolf team, only to receive menacing chuckles from them. Taking a deep breath, he set his hands on Fox's hips and with a skip learnt from dominating Slippy, pressed his tapered length into Fox's tailhole.

The vulpine in front of him moaned deeply, causing Wolf to inhale sharply and moan.

"Make him do that again, Bird." Wolf demanded. He was rewarded with another rumbling moan to vibrate his knotted length as Falco slowly withdrew himself and pressed back into the used, abused fox.

On the second motion, Falco was surprised to feel Fox pressing back against his thrusting hips. He really wanted it! He paused, gripping Fox's hips for a moment. It was no lie, he had fantasized about Fox a few times in the past when they were all a team, and now... It was a dream come true, to be buried to the hilt in the young man. It was too good to be true. He was going to take advantage of the situation before it was yanked out of his grasp.

He slowly withdrew himself and pressed into Fox again, getting progressively faster until Fox was moaning constantly, bucking against every hard thrust Falco offered.

Above them, Wolf's hips rocked, roughly facefucking Fox who only seemed to take the abuse happily. Fox's throat bulged every time Wolf pressed his muzzle against his groin, and he only seemed to moan all the more eagerly every time it did. Falco was shocked. What had they done to his best friend?

And who cared? With every thrust, Falco's mind replaced reason with need. He was making Fox his. He was claiming the young man. Fox was HIS bitch now. He moaned deeply, leaning forward to close his beak over Fox's neck. This only made Fox moan deeply and in turn, Wolf as he pulled Fox tightly against his groin.

Wolf's cock bulged and his knot swelled. In the next moment, he was pumping his hot, sticky spunk into Fox's throat, which he swallowed eagerly as his ass milked and squeezed Falco's long cock.

It was enough to send Falco over the edge. He slammed his hips as tightly as he could against Fox's and held them there as he filled his friend's belly with his hot seed. Even as he came into his former captain, he reached around, gripping Fox's rock-hard cock. He squeezed the engorged knot with one hand and stroked the canine length with the other until he heard Fox's muffled moan. The feeling of Fox's cock spasming in his hand was enough indication that he jerked the vulpine off.

Wolf pulled away from Fox, leaving the young man gasping as he fell forward onto his hands. "Well done, Bird. You can have him now." He smirked, waving a dismissive hand before he folded his arms over his bare gray chest. "But we want one in return." Falco glared at Wolf, pulling his cock out of Fox, who gasped at the sudden stimulation.

"That was never part of the agreement!" Out of the woodwork came a dozen mercenaries, all training automatic blasters on him. He looked to the lot of them, then glared at Wolf and picked Fox up, turning to his Arwing.

"Get a lock on the other Arwing and fire." Wolf commanded. Falco stopped, turning to protest, but it was too late. The sound of a cannon firing rocked the station. A moment later, a nasally voice came over the intercom. "Confirmed hit."

Falco glared at Wolf and the dozen mercenaries all aiming at him. He turned and carried Fox to his Arwing. Those bastards would pay. Carefully, Falco settled in the seat of his Arwing, painfully aware Fox was going to have to sit in his lap. "Alright, now I want you to-..." he was cut off, though, as Fox climbed into the cockpit and reached down, guiding Falco's cock back into his tailhole.

The falcon moaned lightly, then shrugged his shoulders. "That works." He mused, sealing the cockpit. The fighter turned and rocketed out of the hanger. On the way back to Great Fox, Falco queued up the com again. "ROB, turn the station to space dust."

The only affirmative he got was the twin cannons on the stardreadnaught began to glow before twin beams of gold lanced past the fighter and into the station. There was a great explosion as the Star Wolf hideout was hit by the powerful blast, reducing it to floating debris.

It was only then that Falco noticed Fox was slowly gyrating his hips, moaning gently as he rocked against Falco's hard cock.

It took a great deal of effort to get the Arwing safely into the Great Fox, but when the ship settled on the deck and locked itself against the catapult, Falco diverted all his attention to the eager male in his lap. He reached around Fox's hips and gripped his cock again. Like before, one hand gently squeezed his thick knot while the other stroked his hot meat.

Fox responded immediately, lifting his hips before dropping into Falco's lap again. He moaned deeply and wrapped an arm around Falco's shoulders. "Harder... Fuck..." he gasped. Falco responded by bucking his hips up against Fox's ass, thrusting as best he could. Even he was moaning by then as the tight muscles in Fox's body expertly squeezed him, milking him like a bitch in heat.

"Fuck! Cum in me, Master!" Fox begged, turning to stare pleadingly into Falco's eyes. Who was he to deny his friend what he wanted? Falco groaned and pulled Fox flush against his lap, stroking furiously at his cock. His tapered prick buried deep inside Fox's hot insides began to pulse, twitching rapidly as it dumped a second load of cum deep inside.

Fox threw his head back and cried out, cumming again as well only when he felt Falco's seed flowing copiously into his gut.

Falco was exhausted. More than he could remember being for a very long time. Slowly he felt himself giving way to unconsciousness. When he next awoke, he was in his own bed, in his own quarters. Fox lay nestled against him, his ass wrapped tightly around Falco's throbbing cock. Was he doing that consciously, he thought. Was Fox laying there, flexing his ass to keep him hard? Fox's snoring said otherwise. It was just natural now, wasn't it? How long had they done this to him? Falco sighed heavily, holding Fox close against his bare chest.

He would miss Slippy but... at least he had saved Fox.

Jealous eyes watched them from a security monitor on the bridge. There was a jealous malice there, but like Falco, they watched Fox's image with relief. He was safe now.