Prelude (to the series)
#1 of Fox and Falco: The Sly Encounter
Authors Note: This is just the prelude to the series which i plan to make into a 5 chaptered series, each focusing on a different pairing. This series will contain rather graphic acts of solo and group homosexual acts, so if thats not your cup of cream (rather bad pun, i know) or if you are under the legal age to view this stuff, then click X, hit Alt+F4, hit the Back button, etc... Sly Cooper, Star Fox, and Falco Lombardi © their owners, this story © ME and MAY NOT be reproduced in ANY form, posted on ANY other website, be altered or used in any way except for your viewing pleasure without express written consent from ME. Please hold all e-mailed comments/complaints until i post the final chapter, and shove all flames up your tail holes, i don't want to hear them. Now then, on to the story.
The night air was cool and still as Sly walked through the night, trying to find some kind of mischief to get into.
"It's SO boring around here," Sly thought to himself, "I've done everything there is to do."
Or so he thought. He picked up a newspaper from a news stand and glanced through it, every now and then catching the owner, a squirrel, couldn't have been more than 20 years old, almost drooling on himself, which caused him to chuckle to himself. He thought he was a fairly attractive coon: 5 feet tall, well cleaned and groomed fur which he kept almost femininely soft and smooth. His sheath was soft, like velvet, under which hung two larger than average balls in a lower hanging sac. Hidden within his sheath was his coon hood, 7 inches when erect, midnight black, smooth, just right for his size. He used to be in the dreams, and in the bed, with a different female every night, but lately his attentions focused more towards males, and now he considered himself quite gay, and he now had just broken up from a long term relationship with a fox and raccoon. It was them who convinced him to never wear any clothing again, save a leather belt from which he could hang his coin bags.
He flipped through the paper, not finding anything of interest, before putting it back, looking over the rest of the wares, blushing under his fur as he spotted an issue of White and Sticky, a well known gay pornography magazine. Picking up a copy, noted the price, 25 silver, but before he could get his money, the owner interrupted him.
"You can take it for free. It's not often that I see such a . . . fine male as yourself." The owner said, blushing under his fur slightly, moving his tail around to hide his swelling sheath.
Sly giggled, "Thanks, and might i say, I've never seen a more beautiful squirrel."
"Thanks, sexy, come back anytime."
"I think I may. The name's Sly, Sly Cooper."
"Jacob, but most just call me Skippy."
Sly nodded and walked away, swishing his tail around a lot more than usual, occasionally giving Skippy a view of his still-virgin tail hole. "Maybe being gay will have more of these perks," he thought to himself as he walked towards the park. Finding a nice sized tree, he climbed up in it, finding a fair sized limb, and straddled it before he opened the magazine. The first thing he saw was a fox laying on his side on the beach, his fur dyed pink, cock erect and dripping pre. Underneath the picture was a short advertisement for the fur dye the fox used. Sly could feel his sheath swelling slightly as he glanced over the picture once more before flipping the page. On this one was a review of several popular Lube's, and something new which was apparently made from the pre of dolphins and whales.
Sly flipped through the pages, looking at the pictures, folding the pages with advertisements of interest, such as the newest gay porn movie or a new website that sold "Dildo's: Exact replicas of the species of your choice, made to order!" until he came to the centerfold. What he saw caused his cock to slide out of his sheath a couple of inches: the most beautiful kangaroo he had ever seen, and the most beautiful cock he had ever seen as well. The 'roo was laying on his back on a bed, a crystal blue dildo halfway inside his tail hole, which was stretched tight. His hand on his cock, apparently in the throes of orgasm, semen spurting out of his cock, already copious amounts over his face and stomach.
Sly put the magazine down on beside him and reached down to rub his member, which was now fully erect, a drop of pre forming on the head. He moaned as he rubbed his thumb over the head, smearing his pre over it, before lowly starting to slide his hand up and down. He stared at the picture of the roo, , the cum, the eyes seemed to stare back at him. His cock squirted a small stream of pre as he fantasized about his tongue licking over that roo's fur, the cum still warm as he licked it up, savoring the taste before swallowing, then going back for more. Sly began to to pant as his balls started to churn, preparing his semen for release. He took another long look at the roo before letting his head lay back, eyes slowly closing as he held that picture in his mind. He could hear the moans and huffs of the roo as jet after jet of his semen left his cock to land on his body, only to be licked up moments later by Sly.
Sly's cock started to throb and get even harder now as his balls tightened and his climax quickly approached. He reached down to fondle his balls which was all it took for him to cum, a loud moan escaping his mouth as squirt after squirt of his own hot, sticky, creamy semen ejected from his cock, only to land on his stomach. Several moments later his orgasm dropped off and he let his cock go to drool its remaining semen over his leg.
"Damn...being a quick-cummer sucks.' He thought to himself as he basked in the afterglow. He slowly brought his hand up and licked it clean, before gathering up as much semen as he could off of his stomach and licking that off too.
A gust of wind hit him and almost blew his magazine off the limb. Sly gasped, almost painfully brought out of his sexual trance, and lurched forward, grabbing the magazine just in time. "Oh no, my little roo, your not going to cum and go that easily." Unfortunetly, he failed to notice that the limb was a might thin out that far, and before he knew it, he was falling, hitting his head on the ground hard, knocking him unconscious.
Several minutes later, Star fox and Falco came walking down the path, Falco holding Fox close, his head on Falco's chest.
"I love you so much Falco." Fox said.
"I love you more, my little foxxie." Falco returned.
Fox chuckled and rubbed Falco's tummy, "i know you do my big birdie."
Eventually they came upon the tree that Sly had fallen from, "Look honey, theres a raccoon over there, and by the looks of that broken limb, he fell." Fox said, concerned.
Falco saw Sly as well, "Yea, we better check and make sure he's alright."
They approached Sly, Fox reaching down to take the magazine from Sly's hand as Falco looked him over, slapping his face lightly to try to wake him. "Hmm. Looks like he hit his head when he fell, i think we should bring him back to the ship.' Falco said, giggling slightly as he saw fox looking through the magazine.
"Wha....What? Oh, right, yea we should' Fox replied, quickly shutting the magazine, "He might have serious injuries."
"Yea, glad we decided to take a stroll through the park before we had to leave...but what if HQ found out we brought him on board?" Falco said as he picked up Sly carefully.
"Damn what they think! It's my ship, and if I want to bring an injured, beautiful, cummy..." He drolled on, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle slightly before a loud *ahem* from Falco brought him back to reality, "Oh...uhh...anyway, lets get going." Fox replied as he held Sly's head in one hand and the magazine in the other.
Sometime thereafter they laid Sly down on the bed in sick bay. "I'll stay here and check him over, you better get to the bridge and do whatever things you do...And why don't you put that magazine in our quarters on the way." Falco said, gathering the medical equipment.
"Sure." Fox replied, kissing Falco on his beak before skipping off out of the room.
"What am i ever going to do with that fox..." Falco thought to himself. "Lets see now," He checked Sly over, checking his head, neck, arms, and the rest of his body, "Thats good, he doesn't have a broken neck, he does have a bad bump on the head though, he'll have a major headache when he comes to. Now theres only one thing left to do." Falco put the medical scanner back and got the cleaning kit and set to work cleaning off the remaining cum and dirt, smiling as he slowly rubbed over the coon's soft fur, giggling softly as his cock started to slide out of his penis slit. "Heh, they'll be time for that later," he said softly as he tapped his cock. Cleanup job done, he picked Sly up and carried him out of sick bay, down and around the corridors to the room labeled Guest Room G-M. That name always made Falco chuckle, Gay Male. The door opened and he walked inside, across the carpet and to the bed. He carefully held Sly in one arm as he pulled back the covers, put Sly in between them, and tucked him in. The bed being a king sized soft feather bed, Sly sunk down a little bit, making him look so peaceful. "Sleep well my little coon," Falco said very quietly as he leaned down and licked the coons lips before walking out, cutting the lights off on his way.
"Well it seems that there's not a mission scheduled for us for a week, which means that everyone will have a nice vacation." Fox said to Falco as he came on the bridge, "Is our guest all fixed up?"
"Yep, there wasn't anything wrong with him other than a nasty bump on the head, i cleaned him off and put him in Guest Room G-M."
"Ah good work," Fox said as he put the commands in to notify the others on the ship that they would have a long vacation, and put the ship on auto-pilot after picking out the coordinates for the Rainbow Nebula and standing up, "Now how about me and you go to bed? Its been a long day." Fox yawned and walked over to Falco.
Falco yawned as well before wrapping his arm around Fox, "Yea, it has...lets say we skip the bath tonight and just crawl into bed."
"Sure honey, lets go." Fox replied as they walked towards their quarters. They crawled into the bed, facing each other, wrapped up in each others arms, Fox nuzzling Falco's neck, as they both fell into a deep sleep.
End Pt. 1: Prelude. Pt. 2 to follow shortly, and i promise, there will be more sex in the next parts.