Star Fox: A Prologue
#1 of Star Fox
Hey guys, Kira here. I'm just dropping in to write this Fan Fiction, starring the famous Fox McCloud and my own character, Kira R. Hawthorne. He's of my own creation, but he hasn't been drawn yet. I would really like someone to draw him for free, but I guess I could try to be able to pay. No promises, though. If I could, can I please take a few minutes to explain how I got into the whole furry thing and the first one I role played with. When I first got a Myspace, I got a friend request from a user named SexyFur. I didn't know what they were at first, so I added them. Then, I realized what it was. Pornography with animals. I researched into it, looking around on the web trying to find out what this kind of thing was, and I got really curious. That's when I came upon my first RP, with Dane, my first "love". He taught me everything I know about gay sex. Being straight, I learned all of the terms from him. I owe all of my success to him. Recently, I attempted suicide over a story *which was stupid, I know*. It really hit me close to home, and he was there for me through the whole ordeal, along with my "brother", Troy Hawthorne. Troy even said he'd fly out from California and kick my ass if I did it again. I laughed, and he said, "You think I'm kidding, but I'll find you." Those two have been great to me. They're a little more experienced in life than me, and they really help me through a lot of things. I love you guys like brothers Now, without further delay, here is my first submission to Yiffstar. *DISCLAIMER* This story series contains M/M, M/M/M, M/Solo, and other various homosexual acts. If you are underage (18, some places 21), turn around. If not, enjoy. Star Fox: A Prologue He awakened with a start, rolling out of his single bed. A 17 year old Fox McCloud rubbed his forehead, having hit it on the ground when he fell. "What a dream," he thought to himself. He had been having dreams much like this for the past few months. He got up slowly, looking at the digital clock projecting on his wall. It read 3:32, way too early for him to be up, but too late for him to be getting back in bed. He walked over to the PC set up on a desk by the window. It was then he realized that his window was open, a light breeze flowing in. He stood by the window in his boxers, and slowly shut it. As he shut it, he noticed a scurrying fur running down the street. Thinking it just coincidence, he continued. He flipped the PC on and walked out towards the bathroom. The house was quiet, which was normal at three in the morning. He walked into the bathroom and shed his boxers. He turned the dial, letting loose the flow of warm water. He stepped into the shower, letting the stream mat his fur. He reached over and grabbed the liquid soap he had used for who knows how long, and rubbed a little in to his head fur. He moved from his long head fur down to his chest, lingering over his nipples, pinching them slightly. "Gods, what a dream," he said quietly. He closed his eyes, rinsing the suds out of his head fur. His hands moved down from his nipples to his sheath. He started to rub softly at first, but a little rougher to get him going. The tip finally revealed itself. He rubbed over it slightly with his fingertips, giggling a little at his own touch. His cock was slowly inching out of it's resting place, the red-hot member peeking out of the soft sheath. It finally fully revealed itself, knot and all, and stood at a proud eight and a half inches. He grasped it with one hand, and began to stroke himself softly. He shivered in delight at the caress of his own hand. He began to thrust into his hand, feeling himself get close to climaxing. He began moaning and thrusting, moaning, thrusting. "AAGH," he screamed! With that, he came, all over his hands and chest, the thick goop coagulating due to the water exposure. He let the water flow over him, shuddering in the afterglow of his orgasm. He grabbed a washcloth from the rack and commenced to wipe the liquid off. He finished cleaning up and turned off the faucet, grabbing a towel and getting out of the shower. He walked back into his room, the towel wrapped around his waist. He walked over to the PC, seeing that he had signed in to his Instant Messenger. A message had appeared, from one, a "KiRA HAWTHoRNE". "What are you wearing," the message read. Fox shot a glance out of the window, seeing the same fur from early scramble by, a light shining in his hand. Fox began to type, "Who are you?" He had no idea what was going on, and he let his curiosity get the best of him. He walked away from the computer, reaching into the dresser, pulling out a pair of briefs, a pair of jeans, and some socks. He looked along his walls, all of the posters of different airplanes and other aviatory devices. He lingered over one of his own drawings, a futuristic airplane. He had it framed when he first drew it. He somehow found it very important to him, and had kept it. He began the process of putting them on, when he heard his computer beep. This, KiRA HAWTHoRNE had replied. He walked over to the monitor, pulling up his pants. The clock read, "4:20 A.M." "Want to come on a ride...through space and time," the mysterious messenger asked. "What the hell," Fox asked? He looked outside, noticing the fur still there, watching him. With that, a bright light flashed, blinding Fox. He threw his arm up around his eyes, trying to shield himself from the brightness. He stumbled due to the intensity of the light, dropping backwards, landing on his back, half dressed. Before he completely closed his eyes, he saw a fox hovering over him, reaching down and stroking his face. And then, his eyes shut.