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--1

"Ah, what a lovely party," Krystal sighed, leaning back in her chair, stretching her long legs out in front of her.

"Heh, anything for the birthday girl," Miyu chimed in, leaning on her elbows on the table. "So, there's somethin' I want to know."

"No," Krystal flatly answered, smiling sweetly, "I'm not wearing the loincloth again. I like modest, normal clothing now, thank-you-very-much."

At that, Katt and Fay both laughed, the former unabashedly, the latter in a demure giggle.

"Not that, even though the tribal thing drives guys up the wall," Miyu mused. "How'd you meet McCloud?"

"Fox? Well," Krystal said, "I was captured, put in an enchanted prison... You know. I'm sure he's mentioned this, hasn't he?" she asked, glancing from face to face, and catching no breaks.

"Well, fine then," she conceded, chuckling ruefully. "I was imprisoned, and he rescued me." She shrugged. "Isn't that what heroes do?"

"Oh, but what do you think of him?" Fay chirped, the dog wearing a coy little smile.

"Yeah, girl, talk!" Katt sniggered, propping her feet up on the table; unlike all of the other ladies, she was a mercenary - hardly a completely noble pilot, and easily the most masculine in her behavior.

Shaking her head and stifling a laugh, Krystal - after regaining some lost composure - tiredly remarked, "Fox is a handsome, sweet man. Very charming, but, ah," a beat, "he strikes me as shy and conservative."

Katt cut through the air with a snort of a laugh, one Miyu joined with a hearty chuckle; Fay just blushed, closed her eyes, and shook her head.

Narrowing her eyes warily, Krystal asked, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, damn, Kryssie," Katt laughed. "I could explain, but y'know what? That would take way too long."

"Mhm," Miyu chimed in, then downing the last of a forgotten glass of synthahol before finally standing up. "C'mon."

Warily, Krystal rose with Fay and Katt, and she followed them, staying close by. "What, exactly, have you gotten me? I don't care much for surprises."

Glancing over her shoulder, grinning toothily, Miyu said, "You're gonna like this surprise. Right through here, now, c'mon."

The girls stepped out of the mess hall, right into a nearly-empty, wide-open storage cell. Propped up against the wall were a number of folding chairs, the same kind of uncomfortable things they'd already been using for the party; following the example set by the others, Krystal set one up and sat in it.

That was when the vixen noticed the old, almost antiquated boombox in the lowly-lit room.

--2

Krystal interlaced her fingers, and after a solid ten seconds of sitting in silence, she warily asked, "What kind of a surprise is this?"

Fay, sitting just beside Krystal, reached over and patted the vixen's shoulder. "You'll see!"

Behind the ladies, quiet as a whisper, the single door of the room slid open. Krystal turned most of her body to see; the other girls just turned their heads. Against the harsher light of the mess hall, the figure that briefly stood in the threshold was dark, a silhouette.

"Fox...?" Krystal asked, a little smile upturning the corners of her mouth.

From the outline alone, it clearly was Fox. He didn't say a word, though; he only chuckled (spurring the girls, minus Krystal, to giggle in mischief), and then he padded inside, his bare feet nearly silent on the steel deck.

Coming into the low light of the storage cell, the details of Fox's appearance became apparent; at just a glance, Krystal thought that he was naked, but the truth was somehow more lewd - instead of being completely bare, he was wearing just a red speedo. Clinging tightly to his hips, it accentuated the swollen curve of his sack; slightly less noticeable than that was the outline of his shaft, its' girth impressive even flaccid.

Smiling tightly, bearing no apparent blush, Fox strutted around Krystal and paused less than a foot from her, his legs in a wide stance that let the vixen (and the other girls) look at his bulging package. "Hey," he winked to the blue vixen, "happy birthday."

Krystal giggled and bit her lip, holding a paw over her muzzle. Try as she might, she couldn't keep her eyes off of Fox's crotch; his endowment demanded attention. "Oh, Fox, what is this?"

Chuckling sheepishly, clasping his paws behind his back and pushing out his athletic chest, Fox glanced to the other girls and remarked, "Let's just say some mutual friends of ours really think a girl deserves a stripper for her birthday."

All of the girls broke out into mischievous giggles, but Miyu, Fay, and Katt hid their blushing, grinning faces from the vixen.

Fox continued (with his attention focused on Krystal alone), "I could've hired someone to do it, but," he grinned, "I had the feeling you might like this more."

Calming her giggling and shaking her head, Krystal sweetly replied, "I like it, Fox. It's a wonderful surprise."

"If you like it already," Fox chuckled, backpedaling a few steps, "then you're gonna love it before I'm done. I'm just getting started."

--3

With a toe, Fox pushed in one of the plastic buttons on the boombox; after a second's delay, it started to play a pulsating dance piece, full of bass with an easy rhythm.

Just the music made Krystal blush, and the other girls giggled more; Fox was blushing and feeling flustered too, but he didn't let the girls know it. With everything he'd done in his life, a half-naked dance wasn't all that frightening - especially not since he'd been practicing for it. Athletic and skilled to begin with, it didn't take him very long to come up with some good moves.

Gyrating with his smooth steps back over to Krystal, Fox made sure to put his whole body on display as he moved. With twists and tweaks, he pushed out his hard ass for her to admire (though the other ladies looked, too), even successfully inviting her to give it a smack once.

What held the room in rapt attention were Fox's genitals, of course. As he bobbed and wiggled, his smooth stomach and firm chest were fine to look at, but his heavily-bouncing crotch had all four sets of eyes on it.

At one point, so early in the show, Miyu leaned to the side and whispered to Fay, who started to giggle wildly and impishly; the dog soon relayed it to Katt at the end of the line, and she just sniggered and agreed.

But Krystal wasn't paying attention to the shenanigans. She was watching the hypnotic bounce of the tod's balls, a dance his cock played a secondary role in. Nearly salivating at the sight, she leaned in closer, a tight grin on her face.

"Hey Krystal," Fox said, his bulging package inches from her nose by then, his dance in a subtle lull, "hope you're having a nice birthday." Before she could answer (although she seemed too transfixed to do so), Fox backpedaled a few steps and slid the speedo down. Once it was past his thighs, he let gravity do the rest, and he kicked the item off to the side.

--4

Finally uncovered, Fox's endowment gave the ladies pause; all giggling and snickering ceased, and they stared more intently than ever. For this moment, he kept his rhythm subtle, affording the ladies a good look, but this respite was short.

Getting back into his dance, keeping up with the fast beat of the music, Fox made his big, furry balls jiggle and bob, their twin bulks grinding against his inner thighs. With the speedo off, his yet-flaccid cock was free to flop, and flop it did; at an idle, its' length would have draped it well over the curve of his sack, but it never got the opportunity.

Keeping his body - and thus, his crotch - in perpetual motion, Fox was getting the girls back into laughing lewdly and voicing their approval; Fay and Krystal were both more reserved, but Miyu and especially Katt whistled and cheered.

"God, Fox," chuckled the vixen, blushing and gazing up at him with a dreamy glint in her eyes.

Saying nothing but responding with a wink, Fox added another compelling twist to his dance; he bucked his hips hard, slapping his flaccid meat against the plane of his stomach. It earned yet more raucous cheering from Miyu and Katt and a grin from Fay; Krystal hungrily licked her lips.

"Wag that dick, Foxie," Katt laughed, spurring the others to giggle.

Although Fox obliged, smacking his cock into his hard stomach not once, not twice, but three times, he warningly spoke afterward, "Down, girl - don't make me get the hose."

Katt grinned and opened her mouth, but Miyu beat her to it: "You've already got the hose!"

Smirking, Fox folded his arms behind his head, and he treated the ladies to a nice, smooth gyration; one good gyration deserved another, but this one was quicker. He then did it yet again, but to cap it off, he thrust his hips and swatted his meat into his stomach once more. By then, it was drooling with pre, but (whether that made them lucky or unlucky was debatable), none of it was slung onto the girls.

"I've got the hose, yeah," Fox mused, quickly spinning on his heel, then parting his legs in a wide stance. Legs locked, he bent over and planted his front paws on the floor, thus giving his audience a good, long look at his athletic ass, the pink pucker of his asshole only just visible.

Reaching back with one paw (leaving the other braced on the floor, palm flat), he groped tightly on an ass cheek and pulled it to the side, affording the ladies a briefly unobstructed view of his tail hole. Over his prostrate rear, swaying slowly but twitching with the music, was the luxuriant fluff of his tail, yet it was that flawless pucker that had everybody's attention.

Bending over like so, Fox's cock hung down low, easily reaching to his knees and dribbling with pre, its' flesh imperceptibly hardening. As any fox was apt to, McCloud had a sensitive ass, and just the cool air on his pucker was enough to start him getting hard.

Keeping his feet carefully planted and maintaining his balance, Fox lifted the paw he was holding himself up with, and - still keeping his ass cheek pulled to the side - he started to pump his flaccid shaft, earning a whole new volley of lewd calls and whoops from the group, Fay and Krystal included.

As his shaft grew harder, Fox found his muscles getting tighter from the arousal, making his balance harder to maintain. Before he could falter, he unhanded his shaft and his behind, and he braced both paws on the floor, pushing himself upright again; under the stress, his legs and rump flexed beautifully, and this in particular earned an aroused growl from Krystal.

Fox turned on his heel and took hold of his member again. Though he still obeyed the rhythm with his hips and tail, his paw wasn't so confined, and he quickly fluffed his erection to its' full length.

The sight of the tod's big cock was incredible; beyond the mighty girth, it was easily the longest shaft any of them had seen, standing proudly at a whole foot. From its' blunt tip came a steady dribble of pre, splattering quietly on the deck below, unheard from the thud of the music.

Sporting this full erection, Fox went back to his earlier steps, pleasing the group with his gyrations and wiggles. Unencumbered by the speedo, his balls flopped and dangled, but his cock stole the show. All eyes were on it at almost all times, and it was such a compelling sight that the girls rarely cheered; they were watching the meat flop too intensely for that.

Again, Fox did a sharp pelvic thrust, but with his flesh so engorged, his cock didn't just slap his stomach - it swatted against his chest, too, leaving a sticky wad of pre in its' wake. Lewd giggles erupted throughout the room, and Fox met them with an imperceptible chuckle of his own. Working the girls up, he flopped his cock against his chest again and again; they laughed and cheered for him, even the more conservative Krystal and Fay getting in on it.

--5

Feeding off of the cheering, Fox grabbed his member at the base, and he again bent his flexible vulpine body, nearly folding himself in two with no difficulty.

Keeping his legs in a wide, familiar stance for the sake of balance, he engulfed the broad tip of his cock and suckled down a few inches. Moaning in self-administered pleasure, he suckled harder still, gulping down his vast amounts of pre, producing more of that slippery, natural lube by the second as he worked himself up.

Each one of the girls felt a pang of jealousy, watching Fox blow himself; they were all picturing wrapping their lips around that dick, and maybe if it hadn't been Krystal's birthday, the more adventurous girls like Miyu and Katt would've done just that, but they let the tod go. It was all for the vixen.

"Where'd you learn to do that, Fox?" Miyu asked, grinning jauntily. "That why you and Falco are so close?"

The girls all laughed at the notion, Krystal included, but it was fond and playful all around.

By not interrupting his self-love to defend himself, Fox didn't help his case at all, in fact going the opposite direction when he went down even harder on himself. He wasn't making any attempt to keep in time with the music anymore, but nobody cared by that point. Watching Fox take in six, then seven, then eight inches of his massive cock had the ladies on the edges of their seats, all grinning, all blushing.

For just a few sweet moments, Fox suckled the majority of his shaft, squeezing his own heavy, plump balls as he did. They pulsed with fertile seed and begged for release, but it wouldn't have done to get off in his own mouth; that was ordinarily how his nights went, but tonight, he was putting on a show.

--6

Easing back, taking his cock out from between his lips, Fox straightened up and then stretched, obscuring the stretch by turning to the side, giving the girls their best view yet of his length.

As beautiful as ever, that big, blunt cock glistened with saliva and dribbled non-stop with musky pre. Swollen, bulging, the flesh would have looked too big on another man's body, but on someone like Fox, such a big endowment made perfect sense.

Shifting his hips with the music once again, Fox (without looking at the girls) took hold of his member, grasping it in one paw, resting the other on hip, the fingers splayed on his thigh.

When he started to jerk himself off, the wet slap of his paw on that saliva-coated flesh was noisy enough to overpower the boombox; again, none of the girls cared.

Nobody was aware of the music anymore; Fox had them grinning and blushing, staring and fantasizing, dampening their panties. Each one of them, at one point, thought about pinning Fox and riding him like a cowgirl, but they all kept it to themselves. Krystal out of shyness, Miyu and Katt out of respect for the vixen's budding romance with Fox, and for Fay, it was both of those reasons.

"Mmh, yeah," Fox almost silently said to himself , folding back his ears as he stroked and pumped. Every time his paw glided up and down his swollen dick, a fresh wad of pre would squirt from the tip. The amount of the stuff that he was producing bordered on unbelievable; the girls could only guess at what kind of mess an orgasm from him would be.

As he stroked, he sometimes squeezed his shaft, alternating between the base and the tip for these gropes; either way, each was always accompanied by a greater splatter of pre than usual from this choking.

The closer he got to his orgasm, the more his composure broke; he started to pant, and though imperceptibly, he whined every now and then. "Ah, ooh, god," he huffed, this time just audibly to the ladies.

"Come on, Fox," Krystal seductively growled, lashing her long, decorated tail, "you're putting on such a wonderful show..."

"Yeah, hot stuff," Katt chimed in, grinning tightly and toothily, "let's see some baby gravy."

Grinning a little bit himself, but quickly going back to a pleasurable grimace, Fox added his free paw to the fray. Butting them together with room to spare on his cock, he pumped hard and fast, no longer groping when the urge struck him - he just did it all the time, and with both mitts.

While the girls urged Fox with seductive nothings and lewd growls, he worked at his aching manhood harder than ever. With both paws, his pumping wasn't necessarily fast, but it was hard. Squeezing his meat so harshly, the pre came in built-up double- and triple-shots, those clear juices splattering onto the floor like miniature orgasms.

"Shit," Fox hissed through clenched, bared teeth, giving up on moving his clamping paws; he just started to grind into their palms, fucking his own fists. Under his grip, his male flesh bulged more than ever, never discoloring, but throbbing heavily. The pre came in thicker wads still, and the girls moaned their enthusiastic praise to the tod, until it finally reached a head.

Moaning heavily in his chest but hissing through his teeth, Fox shot his incredible wad. Rope after rope of sticky, salty vulpine seed was spat from his throbbing cock, and as unbelievable as Fox's pre was, his actual orgasm was even more incredible.

The first squirts shot far enough to hit the wall, which was some ten feet away; some of those first shots came when he was still gripping his cock almost painfully hard, and these splattered so hard much harder against the wall that they bounced back a few feet, droplets from this mess making it as far as far as the girls' feet.

The amount of seed in Fox's balls and the sheer pressure behind it all was astonishing. By the time his orgasm began to taper off even slightly, there was a zig-zagging splatter of off-white seed from his toes to the wall; certainly, he'd have to take a mop to the room later on.

Krystal and the others cheered in slutty approval and amazement toward the fox's load while he continued to grind into his paws; it wasn't until the heaviest of squirts ended that he finally ceased his fist-fucking, and he unhanded his flesh, which tiredly flopped down over his balls, half-erect and utterly spent. In bliss and relief, he sighed heavily, and he finally opened his eyes.

--7

Resting his sticky paws on his thighs, Fox turned to the group and grinned, and then he wiped his digits clean on his own fur. Without a word from anyone, the girls seemingly sharing in his afterglow, he grabbed the speedo and slid it back on, then he turned the boombox off again, this time using a finger rather than a toe.

With the music killed, the room seemed unnaturally quiet. Fox stepped up to Krystal; grinning, she stood up quickly and threw her arms around the tod.

"Ah, hey there!" he warmly chuckled, and they pressed their noses together. "Did you like your present?"

"Fox," the vixen cooed, "you don't know how wonderful it was."

"I've got a pretty good idea," he winked, "I was there."

Krystal laughed sweetly, and then she pressed her mouth to his; both foxes parted their lips and lightly tilted their heads, letting their muzzles interlock, and they kissed firmly and affectionately, to the approval of the girls. After all of that, it surprised them to see that Krystal could be so loving with Fox, rather than outright horny and needy - but it was sweet.

Once the kiss drew to an end, the girls all stood up from their chairs, Miyu first, Fay and Katt following her lead. "Happy birthday, Kryssie," the lynx smiled.

"Hope you liked that," Fay said, smiling coyly. "I know I did..."

"Heh! Yeah," Katt snickered, "you better deliver when my birthday rolls around. See if you can get Falco into a purple thong for me."

Krystal and Fox both laughed, but it was the tod who said, "I'd like to see that..." After a beat, and a dirty grin from every girl, his expression hardened, and he added, "It'd be funny, that's all."

After a dry chuckle from everybody, Fay and Miyu quietly left for the mess hall. Katt started to follow, but she paused and pulled a small, battered camera out of her hip pocket. "Hey - I figure you'll wanna remember this," she said, peering through the eyepiece, "so smile."

Katt snapped a small album's worth of pictures of the two foxes; candid images of them being cute. In each other's arms, smooching, Eskimo-kissing, Krystal peeking into Fox's speedo, and others.

After the impromptu photo shoot, Katt kissed Krystal benignly on the cheek, wished her a happy birthday, winked at Fox, and left to join the others - all in that order.

Finally alone with Fox, Krystal settled into the tod's arms again. The silence was broken up by the sweet rumbling in both of their bodies, but Krystal further interrupted it when she cooed, "Thank you, Fox... That was quite a birthday present."

Fox chuckled easily and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I just wanted to make you happy. They--" a nod toward the door, "--all told me you were, well, pretty hot for me. This was their idea, I just went through with it. I figured it was better than chocolates and it'd memorable, so, I said what the hell."

"Oh, it was very memorable," she chuckled. There was a brief lull in the conversation, but then, after some hesitation, Krystal coyly asked the tod, "Do you always orgasm like that?"

Snickering but blushing, Fox sheepishly said, "Yeah, I do - although I'll admit that I went about a week without jerking off to make your birthday a little more special."

Krystal only laughed and shook her head, her cheeks lit with blush, clear to see through her fur.

Smiling lovingly, savoring the vixen's laughter, Fox pressed his nose to hers. "I love you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"Fox," she cooed, "I love you too."

Then their lips met again.