Want One?
Story by Gael Vulture on SoFurry
Late one night, Wolf O’Donnell called upon the only person who knows him better than he knows himself. He’s not sure why he called. Fox isn’t sure why he answered. But the two of them predictably knew exactly what the other needed, and didn’t hesitate to provide it.
The conversation afterward, however, was not something either of them had really planned for. and it lead each of them to places they didn’t expect to go. But converse they did.
This moment, this little tryst they performed. It may become a regular occurrence. Or it may never happen again. However, I like to think they both got something out of it they needed yet couldn’t find the words or means for on their own.
I love Star Fox. I love the gameplay and, of course, I love the characters. I also love what the furries often do to them. How they expand upon them, and the many thousands of ways the fandom has interpreted them. So it was only inevitable that I’d throw my own vision of them into the mix one of these days.
This was a very spur-of-the-moment idea, A rare reflective moment between the two of them. A moment they’d never speak of to anyone, much less their respective crew and employers. But a moment they desperately needed for themselves.
I don’t wanna rule out revisiting them, but for now I wanna preserve the spontaneity of it, just like they did. Thank you for reading it and reading this far. I hope you enjoyed it.
Want One? By Gael Vulture The noises Fox made were more beastly than sentient as he finally found room to dismount from Wolf’s erection before further attempting to untangle themselves. His anus winked, leaking and coated with fluids. Their heat radiated against the soft flesh of his hole, which was still sensitive from the battering it had received. If there’d been any doubt before this, the older canine still had plenty of torque behind his movements. As Fox regained his breath, he let his eyes adjust back to normal. Well, as normal as they could get in this dim light. The air was a lot more peaceful than he thought it’d be after what he’d done. The nerves inside him were still on fire, his body feeling at once more full and emptier than when they’d begun. But despite this, his mind had already begun sending its “calm the hell down” signals to most of him. It was then he heard a distinctive metallic flickering noise followed by a rise in temperature to his left. “Hey Wolf?” Fox asked, almost automatically. “Yeah?” “Do ya have to smoke?” There was a pause, then a dry chuckle. “Well gee, Pup. I never really thought about it. I ‘suppose’ not, no.” The shadows created by his hands at the end of his sentence indicated a facetious wave without Fox ever having to look over. Wolf then took another drag, exhaling slowly and dramatically. Like an ancient crypt being opened for the first time in a millennium. The large wolf scratched at his face, the good half. “Honestly, you put way too much stock in how much I think about stuff. Most of my shit’s either made up on the fly, or something the old me started and now I can’t let go. This, what we did here, is the most I’ve thought ‘bout what I’m doin’ in…. five years maybe?” Fox had no answer though he felt like he should. Even if he hadn’t been asked a question. Wolf continued for him. “How ‘bout you, McCloud? You’ve got any poisons you can’t let go of?” Fox REALLY didn’t wanna answer this, watching his rival’s furry torso rising and falling with his breaths. “I… have too many energy drinks per da–“ Wolf laughed. Fuck… Fox thought. The grey canine’s laugh was enough to conclude with a few coughs. “Yer such a fuckin’ square, McCloud.” Fox rolled his eyes. “Go on… say it.” “Say what?” Wolf asked, a bit more genuinely than he’d intended, if his expression were to be judged. “Say it – everyone does. Everyone brings up my dad, how he’d tell me I’m such a boy scout if he were around today, yada yada.” A silence. “I… wasn’t thinking that. That’s for sure.” Wolf said, barely above a mumble. Fox immediately felt guilty for snapping. “I knew sides of your dad no one else did. And I know sides of you no one else ever will. I didn’t… fuck, I hate words. Point is, I was joking. “You’re boy scout for sure. But one who’s got the balls to sleep with the guy who’s tried to knock him out of the sky more than a few times. One who’s a wanted man by the way. That ain’t exactly what ‘good boys’ do, is it now?” A smile spread across Fox’s face. “You were pardoned.” “Men like me don’t really put a lot of faith in all that. Once you see a dollar sign next to your name for the first time… you kinda see the world a bit differently from then on.” Fox again found himself at a loss for a response. Thankfully Wolf was there to pick up the slack once more. “Why’d you accept anyway?” “Tonight?” Fox asked even, if he already knew the answer. “I don’t… know.” That was a lie, there were too many answers to give. But none could fit through the door between his mind and his mouth. Wolf chuckled. “Good, don’t know why I called.” “So you regret this?” Fox shot back, looking over to Wolf, this time with a decent dose of indignance. “Not a single moment of it, pup. And neither did you.” It was Fox’s turn to laugh. He was right. “Want one?” Wolf asked, gesturing to his smoldering accessory. Fox looked at the cigarette, then the bedroom wall in front of him. He took it in his paw. “Need one.”