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“Well, that's it” Falco said as he stared down at his cup of coffee. Sitting under a brightly coloured umbrella outside a small cafe in Corneria, it should have been a nice afternoon out. But the feed that ran over his eyepiece had soured the mood for him and Fox.

“They gave their verdict, didn't they?” Fox asked as he slumped back in his chair.

“They did” Falco said as he touched the side of his communicator and the feed stopped flashing in his sight.

“I'm not going to like it, am I?” Fox asked as he stared down at his coffee with a disgusted look on his face.

“None of us are” Falco said with a sigh as he hung his head in his feathery hands and rubbed the sides of his head as he felt the oncoming headache. “It's all over.”

“We're all over” Fox said in disgust as he raised his hand and stopped himself from slamming his fist down on the table. He had the urge to break something, break something hard. But he couldn't do that. Not in public.

The Cornerian High Court had declared that the war was officially over. Andross was defeated, the big bad in the galaxy gone. Things should have been taking a turn for the better. That had been the hope for everyone.

But they had instead, changed the game. For everyone.

The war crimes had been brought up. Not just against their rivals, the other mercenary team known as Star Wolf. But war crimes on everyone. Information had been dug up on everyone. Including the Star Fox team. All their failures, the people they didn't save, the planets that hadn't been spared, everything they hadn't been able to prevent, had been laid out bare.

Not saving a planets military base and accidentally shooting down allies in a heavy storm due to friendly fire, was just as bad as Star Wolf having planted the bomb and blown the whole place up and causing deliberate casualties.

And the only way to make sure that they were all held accountable on the exact same page and no-one got special treatment?

“Everyone is cleared, and everyone is fired” Fox said, breaking the silence between them both. “Mercenaries are dead. Only the military can from now on, do anything that we have done or could do” Fox said bitterly.

“This is going to fuck shit up” Falco admitted. “It's not like the military is going to stop the bad guys all the time.”

“Well, they're hoping for it now” Fox said as he picked up his cup and looked at the milky coffee in it. “Everyone got a clean page, a fresh start. Can't hold one mercenary accountable if another has made a mistake.”

“We did everything we could” Falco said as he lifted his head up. “And none of it mattered. Not as of ten minutes ago.”

“And now we have a choice. Enlist into the military and be part of their regime, or just quietly fade into obscurity” Fox said as he gulped down his drink. “You know, after everything we've done, I still can't afford to retire” he said.

“Pf-ft. That's true” Falco said as he picked up his drink and quickly downed it. “Most of our money went keeping the Great Fox floating. Guess we don't have to worry about that now” Falco said.

“We better get going” Fox said as stood up. “Gonna have to start packing and thinking of where to go next” he said.

“Yeah. Army or side hustle. Whatever do you pack for that?” Falco asked with a weak smile on his beak as he stood up as well.

“That thong you have under your bed?” Fox said with a smirk.

“Fuck you” Falco said with a weak chuckle. “You gave that to me, remember? And dared me to wear it after that night of cards.”

“And you kept it” Fox said with a smirk , then he sighed. “We're not going to have nights like that anymore, are we?” he asked.

“We might. It just might not be with each other anymore” Falco said as they joined the crowds walking along the pavement. He looked up at he saw the billboards lining the tall buildings down the street, already flashing with the news that the mercenary movement was over and done with.

He looked down as he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked, seeing that once people looked up and saw what happened, they just went back to what they were doing and acted like nothing had happened.

Already, it was just passing news. Already people didn't care. Already they were over and done with.

They were finished.

And already, no-one noticed.

He looked up as he felt Foxs hand on his shoulder.

“We haven't split up just yet” Fox said. “We still have time to figure everything out” he said. Falco smiled and nodded.

“Course, you could always put that thong on and be a stripper. That's your backup plan” Fox said with a smirk ,which just got him a punch on the shoulder.

“Fuck you, Fox.”

“You and most of the internet does” Fox said as he flipped him off as the two of them just chuckled at each other as the disappeared into the crowd.

***********************

Wolf sat on the prison cell bed, his elbows on his knees as he stared at his clasped hands. A guard had banged on his cell to get his attention, he hadn't even flinched. And had practically spat at him, telling him the news. The stain was on the floor. He ignored it.

He could see the reflection of his glowing eye on the floor as he stared, running everything through his mind. Everything that had happened, all that he had accomplished, every great villainous act he had happily bragged about.

All swept under the rug, as if it had never happened.

“Back to square one” he muttered to himself, staring furiously at his hands as he saw them tremble, just a little. “I'm nothing. No better then Fox. No better then anybody.”

He sourly growled as he impatiently waited. Any minute now, he'd be given his freedom. And what was left of his life. After that.....

He heard someone clearing their throat. He ignored them. It happened again. He ignored them. Again. And again.

“Mr O'Donnell?”

“Fuck off.”

“I'm afraid I can't, Mr O'Donnell.” Wolf looked up with his eye angrily narrowed as he looked at the glass wall that separated his cell from the outside. On display. Like some fucking trophy to whoever passed by. On the other side of the wall, s standing by the communicator, was a rabbit in a military uniform. More medals then he probably knew what to do with hung off his uniform.

“You trying to blind me or something? Or you gonna propose with all that bling and shit you got going on there?” he asked before he looked back down. “I aint interested in your shit.”

“I've come to present you with the same choice that we are giving every mercenary over the coming fortnight” the rabbit said. “To enlist, or to start afresh. And you will be making that decision today. Now, in fact.”

“If you think I'm enlisting in your military you can fuck off back to your desk job” Wolf snarled at him as he looked over at him. “I did all that shit once before, I'm not going to do it again. I'd rather fucking die. Fuck off, and send someone more interesting.”

The rabbit said nothing as he pressed his hand against the glass and several large dossiers appeared on the surface and spread out. They flashed as they spread out as the rabbit simply stood there, not moving.

“Then you will need to read these and sign” he said firmly as he gestured to the last page, where it enlarged briefly before a section of it was highlighted, indicating where his signature went.

“The hell is this shit?” Wolf said as he stood up. Dressed only in his pants and a black singlet that clung tightly to his muscled body, he was still an intimidating man, even without his battle gear.

“To quote many, you are signing your life away” the military man said, not moving as Wolf got closer to the window. “You are signing over all of your known assets, including your ship. You will be allowed to keep one standard size trunk of personal affects, and your air wing, after it has been deweaponised and modified for civilian life. Your status and every benefit you had as a mercenary will be frozen and terminated. And you will receive compensation deemed appropriate.”

“You're taking everything from me? You can't fucking do that to me” Wolf growled as he balled his fists. “That's my ship, that's my fucking life you're talking about.”

“If you enlist in the military, we will take everything anyway and you will be left with nothing, like every new recruit. Sign here and be civilian, and you will at least be given the means to leave” he said firmly. “Every mercenary will be given this choice. And if they don't make one, one will be made for them. And that be automatic enlisting.”

Wolf was literally seeing red. He could feel his teeth baring as he clenched his hands, staring at the rabbit on the other side of the wall. He had one way out of this cell. And it meant either losing everything and enlisting, or losing most and keeping a little.

At least he had a choice, he reasoned as he slowly calmed down. He could make that choice, and give them the finger while he was at it.

There were too many dossiers to look at, and he couldn't be bothered reading them all. But the one that caught his eye was the one before the signing page. The one that stated what he was permitted to keep.

A deweaponised version of his airwing that was raped till it was just a shell of its once proud glory. A few personal affects, which meant clothing and nothing dangerous. All his weapons, his tactical gear, his equipment, his main ship, everything else was reduced to a total in credits. He was fleetingly surprised to see just how much everything he had was worth, considering how much of it was illegal. Their bases were full of that shit.

Until he saw the utterly massive reduction and what he was left with.

“What the fuck is this?” Wolf demanded as he pointed.

“A deduction” the rabbit said. “To help rebuild, you will be giving us a mandatory donation of ninety-nine percent of everything you have. Rebuilding what you've destroyed, is not easy” he said firmly. “It's enough to give you a fresh start, but not a comfortable one.”

Wolf just wanted to punch through the glass and grab the rabbit and rip his throat out. But he couldn't do that. The rabbit seemed in no hurry for Wolf to sign away, as he let the prisoner pace for a while, yelling and screaming and tugging his hair about how fucking unfair it all was.

After nearly an hour, Wolf had calmed down enough to actually think straight. Enlist, and lose everything and become no-one. Enlist, and lost most, but keep a little and he could at least hold his head up.

“If this is how it goes, I'm doing it on my own terms” Wolf said bitterly as he ran his finger over the page, his signature sealing itself onto the document. And every single letter he wrote, made him want to vomit.

***************

“So, drinks tonight?”

Fox slowly closed his locker, letting it shut for what was possibly the last time. They had spent a short time clearing out their gear, and now they were done.

“Don't know if I'm in the mood” Fox admitted as he dropped his gear bag on the bench. “We have to be out of the ship by tomorrow” he said rather sourly.

“I didn't know they'd take the ship. Or that Peppy would sign it over so damn quickly” Falco admitted as he shut his locker door as well. “Least we're out on the streets tomorrow and not tonight.”

“Doesn't make it any easier” Fox said as he turned and sat down on the padded bench as he rubbed the back of his neck. “One last night on my dads ship. Then tomorrow, it's someone elses. Feels like a damn kick to my nuts” he admitted.

“So lets drink” Falco suggested. “Lets just get wasted and pretend our problems don't exist for one last night” he said.

“I don't think I'm even in the mood” Fox admitted as he looked up. “Thinking of going into the city and finding a hotel room or something.”

“You're eager to get out that quickly?” Falco asked.

“I guess I am” Fox said with a sigh.

“Look, let's just stay in tonight. We have that at least” Falco said as he stood up. “I'm probably gonna stay in my room all night. Just enjoy it one last time. You need to come and talk or just want the company, then just come in. I'm not going to turn you away” he said.

“Thanks bud” Fox said as he looked up with a small smile on his features. “But I think I need to be alone for a while.”

“Well, you know where I'll be” Falco said as he grabbed his gear bag. Only his personal effects were allowed to be taken. All their gear was left behind. It didn't belong to them anymore. “We'll go for drinks tomorrow. Get our mind off things. Celebrate our first day of early retirement.”

“If you can call it that” Fox said as he stood up and grabbed his bag. “Actually, drinks tomorrow does kind of sound nice” he said. “We'll see how it goes, if I'm even in the mood.”

“Well, we can't really go anywhere without the airwings. And they won't be coming back till they're civilian safe anyway, so we might as well just enjoy ourselves till then. After everything we've been through, I think we deserve it” Falco admitted.

“Yeah, I suppose” Fox said as they left the locker room together and started their walk to the crew quarters. When they arrived, they saw that the door to Slippys room was open and the room inside was already stripped bare and empty.

“He didn't even hesitate to jump at the chance” Falco said as they saw the open door together. Fox said nothing but just shook his head. Slippy hadn't hesitated to enlist in the military the moment he was asked. He had been granted approval to join their engineering division, so after a rather babbling apology and a few quick hugs and wishing them luck, Slippy had left them the moment that Fox and Falco had returned to the ship.

“He always did say he felt useless all the time” Fox said. “Guess in the military, he won't anymore” he muttered as he walked past the empty room and headed his way towards his own.

“Wonder what Peppy will do now” Falco mused as he turned to his own room door. Fox was at the far end of the person-ell quarters, so there was a lot of space between their rooms.

“With how quickly he had signed away my dads ship, I honestly don't think I care” Fox admitted as he opened his rooms door. “Guess being more like my father didn't matter in the end did it” he said, not as a question but a statement as he shut the door.

Falco had the urge to go and open the door and pull Fox out and ….well, he wasn't too sure as he stared at the closed door in the distance. He knew Fox was a tough guy, and a dick at times, that he wasn't going to deny. But, even Falco could see that Fox was starting to fall apart.

“Fuck” Falco said to himself as he stepped into his room and slumped his back against the door once it was closed. One swift court decision had turned their lives upside down, and the reality of their situation was starting to sink in. This time tomorrow, they wouldn't even be part of a crew anymore. They'd be on their own.

And with how quickly Slippy and Peppy had decided to sign things over and make it official, had the team actually mattered at all?

Were they even friends after going through all of this?

He shook his head and took his communicator off and tossed it on his desk before throwing his bag on his bed and taking a seat on the edge of the memory foam mattress.

“Well, this royally sucks” Falco said firmly as he flopped himself backwards and stared up at the ceiling. “Guess I'll have to find a hotel tomorrow and go from there I guess” he said as he ceiling searched with his eyes for as long as he was able to focus on it before he sat up and stretched.

“Might as well see what I'm keeping” he said as he stood up and opened his wardrobe. It didn't take long to toss his personal effects into his duff-ell bag, as Falco was not one to keep many possessions. Easier to fit your whole life into a suitcase and then just leave at a moments notice then it was to pack and sort a dozen luggage bags.

“Oh, what's this here” he said as he found something in the bottom of his wardrobe that he hadn't expected. “Ah, there you are my little beauty” Falco said as he pulled out a large bottle of alcohol. “Can't remember what I was saving you for, but I guess now is as good a time as any to indulge” he said as he put the bottle down.

“Lets get comfortable” he said as he turned on some music on the rooms radio system and unbuckled his boots, letting his clawed feet out before shucking off his coat and his shirt, and then his pants, leaving him in just his briefs as he flopped back on the bed.

He popped the cap off the bottle of booze and took a swing, gulping down the aromatic alcohol with a happy sigh as he licked his beak. He felt a little better, and decided to feel a lot more better by taking another swing as he stood up and licked his beak again.

“Damn, this is the good shit” he said as he looked over and caught sight of himself in the mirror on the bathroom stall door. He gave himself a smirk as he saw himself in the reflection, standing there in just his tight fitting green briefs and a bottle of booze in his hand.

He put the bottle down on the desk and stood himself in front of the mirror as he turned his body back and forth slowly, getting a good look at himself. It had been a long time since he had last actually taken the time to admire himself, and he couldn't help but like what he saw.

“Damn I'm fine” he said with a grin around his beak as he turned and looked over his shoulder at his toned back, lifting his arms up and flexing as he saw his muscles shift under his feathers. His tail feathers fluttered and fanned upwards, exposing his tight bubble buns trapped under the fabric.

“No complaints about the caboose” he said with a smirk and a slight giggle as he felt a bit of a flush coming on. Swallowing the alcohol straight like that was starting to hit him and he felt himself loosen up as he turned around and looked at his front.

“Mm, who wouldn't like this” he said with a grin to himself as he gave a cocky smirk across his features as he ran his hands down his chest slowly, admiring his defined pecs. Slim, but with enough roundness on them to make them stick out. His fingers travelled over his pecs and his thumbs rubbed over his nipples.

He gave a slight gasp to that, his nubs hardening up rather quickly as he rubbed his thumbs over them. He gave a slightly drunk giggle as he saw the blush over his face, letting out a happy gurgle in his throat as he started stroking down his abs, his fingers trailing the soft definition.

“Mm, feels good. And looks good” he chirped out softly as the music turned to a good beat that he often enjoyed while working out, and he started to grind his hips back and forth as he watched himself.

“Yeah, shake those tail feathers birdy” he said with a bit of a laugh as he started to get into it, his hands rubbing down his gyrating hips and down to his thighs. His fingers travelled through his soft feathers, leaving small trails as he toyed with the hem of his briefs for a few moments before he turned his attention to the main part.

“Mm, not too shabby” he churred out as he cupped his obvious bulge, giving his full balls a grope as he saw how big he was. At least a good six inches when soft, and a good seven and a half when hard. Oh yeah, he measured. He wasn't the biggest guy around, but he wasn't ashamed of what he had.

He slowly began to stroke himself in front of the mirror as he felt his cock stir to life slowly, making his bulge stick out more against his fingers as he began to tent in his briefs. He chuckled and gave a cocky smirk to his reflection as he bounced his bulge with his fingers, seeing it bounce and sag as it bulged out with his growing arousal.

“Got a rocket in my pocket for ya” he said with a cringing groan of a laugh at his own tasteless joke as he continued to display himself for himself as the music kept going. He gave his bulge another bounce and watched it sag as he twisted his hips, watching his triangular bulge shake from left OT right.

“Doesn't look the best like this” he said as he stumbled back slightly and grabbed his bottle from the desk and took another swig. He sighed out in pleasure and gave a slight hiccup before putting the bottle back down and giving himself a shake.

“Ooh yeah, this is the shit” he said loudly as he brought his arms up and gave his hips a few thrusts, making his tail feathers shake up and down and his ass and bulge bounce about as if he was trying to twerk.

“Twerk, Twerk Twerk' he said with a drunken giggle as he thrust his hips back and forth along with the beat in the music, finding it funny to do something so trashy while he was drunk. He caught another look at himself in the mirror and slowed his movements till he stopped and slightly swayed on his feet.

“Oh dam, this shit is strong” he said as he shook himself again. “Ugh, I can't do this like this. Not in this shit” he said as he looked down at his briefs and his hard bulge. “You is ugly undies. You is ugly” he said,giving his bulge a poke a few times. “Gotta be sexy all over. You aint sexy, you unsexy undies” he said with another giggle.

“Hey, I know what's sexy” he said as a sudden realisation hit him about what he could do to fix his unsexy undies. “Foxie got me that thong to wear. That's sexy” he said as he slumped down to his knees on the floor.

“Gotta get that sexy thong on” he said as he grabbed the end of the mattress and tugged it upwards, pushing his arm into the gap as he started to blindly grope around in the space between the bed-frame and the mattress.

“Here thongy” he said with a giggle as he stayed bent over on the floor, his ass nice and high in the air with his tail feathers fanned outwards. He giggled a bit, wondering briefly what the look on Foxes face would be if he happened to walk in and see him like that.

“AHAH” He said in triumph as he found his target and pulled backwards, landing on his butt with an oomph as he held the thong up in his fingers in front of him as if it was a prized trophy. “There you are sexy thing thong” he said with a giggle.

It wasn't anything special, just something that someone had sent Fox in a fan mail. Either as a joke or hoping to get him to pose and take pictures, he didn't know. It was just a thing black mesh thong with a couple of little satin bows along the edges. They had all been sitting around drinking and playing cards one night quite some time ago, and someone, probably Peppy, had suggested throwing out dares on the losers by the winners.

And Fox had won a round with Falco losing and told him to put the thong on and put on a show. Not one to back down from a dare, or cause he hated being called a coward, Falco had stripped off, put on the thong and danced on the table like a cheap stripper for a few minutes before sitting back down and playing the rest of the evening in just that flimsy garment.

“Fun times” he said with a giggle as he couldn't help but remember that fun, stupid dumb night that they had all spent together. “But now I got you all to myself' he said as he stood up and started to strip his briefs off. “By myself. That's no fun. It's more fun if you watch' he said before he got his briefs off and he pondered about his predicament for a moment.

Then he grinned when he saw his communicator on the desk and remembered it could record whatever it was pointed at.

“Time to put on a show” he said with a happy chirp as his cock throbbed hard.

****************

Wolf shut the door to his new home with a full bottle of whisky in his hand and a disgusted grunt in his voice as he dropped his gym bag on the floor without much care. He took another swig from the open bottle and felt the liquor burn down his throat as he snapped his fingers to make the lights come on.

“Home sweet fucking home” he said in disgust as he peered around the so called unit that was all he was able to afford on such short notice. A double bed and a built in wardrobe, a stall bathroom and a vending machine down the hall for him to get his food out of. It was clean, at least, but it had the dead end appeal of a hovel.

He ignored his dropped bag on the floor as he walked over and sat on the bed, tossing back another swig of whisky before dropping the bottle on the floor. The lights above him flickered as he found himself staring out of the uncovered window.

After being let out of the holding cell, he had been granted access to his ship, and allowed to pack only what a group of stiffs in suits had permitted him to leave with. Then he was escorted off under guard and was then left to his own devices.

With what little he had he had headed up a housing agency and found the cheapest piece of crap hovel he could find that they would allow him to rent out. One stop at the liquor store on the corner down the street and now he was here.

“FUCK!!” he shouted as he hung his head in his hands. This was where he had ended up? In some shit hole apart-mental unit in the very city he had tried to destroy and commit countless acts of various violence in.

He looked up at the ceiling for a moment before he pulled his tank top off and threw in the corner, giving his chiselled pecs a scratch for a moment before he stood up and removed his boots, getting some small amount of satisfaction as he kicked them against the wall.

Then they were joined by his belt, then his pants, and his socks. All that he was now clad in was his black jockstrap that framed his ass and his sizeable bulge as he flopped himself onto the bed, feeling the cheap mattress squeak under him.

“Now what” he muttered to himself as he found himself staring at the ceiling. There was silence from the construct above him for several long minutes as he waited for an answer that wasn't going to arrive.

It was a horrible feeling, not knowing what to do. Being a mercenary, it had been easy enough. Get a mission, blow shit up. Return for a fat paycheck. Buy your upgrades and spend the rest on blackjack and hookers. Or just hookers. And then get alerted to another mission where you had to blow shit up and get a paycheck.

There was always another mission to come home too, from some spoilt rich prick who needed something done. Something violent. Something illegal. Something that most mercenaries wouldn't touch for fear their precious reputation would be singed even slightly. There was always SOMETHING.

Now? Now he didn't have a plan. Or a mission to look forward too. Or a paycheck to get. Or hookers.

He growled to himself as he brought his hand up and looked at it for a few moments before he touched his communicator and made his list of contacts appear. The majority of them, were blocked off.

Wolf spun his fingers around as he made the menu cycle through, seeing his many, many contacts just blocked out. So many had instantly cut ties with him and left him behind, many who had already offered him new jobs and others who had promised to always have his back.

“Guess their promises were never amounting to anything” he said to himself as he gave the communicator the literal finger to delete the blocked contacts.

Somehow, he shouldn't have been surprised, but he was when he saw that his entire team had blocked him off. Andrew. Pigma. Leon. They had all blocked him off and left him behind. They hadn't been in the ship when he had been escorted there, but it was obvious they were there before him and had cleared out. Maybe they had done it because they didn't want to run into him when he found out they were literally deserting him.

“Fuckers” he grunted to himself as he turned his communicator off and found himself staring back at the ceiling. After a few minutes of staring at nothing he slowly sat himself up and groped around the side of the bed till he found his bottle and grabbed it.

“Now what” he muttered to himself as he took another swing, having drained nearly the whole bottle by now. “Well, if I came back from a mission, I'd be looking up a hooker by now” he said to himself. “That fat fuck Pigma would probably be balls deep in some underage twink by now, Leon would be at the strip club and Andrew would be bitching about that frog he hates” he muttered to himself.

He reached down and idly grabbed his bulge and gave it a squeeze, feeling just how heavy and full his balls felt. His cock throbbed to his touch and he felt his lust tingle in his loins after so long of going unused. He found himself idly groping and squeezing himself, feeling his pouch fill out as he grew harder.

“Hooker would be nice right now” he muttered. “Don't care what. Long as they have a tight hole and can squeal” he said as he brought his communicator back on and started browsing.

Wolf ended up browsing for longer then he thought he would, the mods to his communicator allowed him to browse the more seedy and somewhat illegal sites without having to worry about local intranet laws. He lay on his back, his muscled form on full display and his hand inside his bulging jock as he groped at himself.

“Slut. Slut. Whore. Ugly” he muttered to himself as he went through various profiles on multiple sites. Various selfies and body shots flew past as he kept swiping left on men and women, who were enough to keep his boner going, but not enough for him to want to bury his bone in them. His hand squeezed around his thick length as he finished with that site and moved on to the next one.

One profile finally did make him smirk a little. He ignored the actual profile and focused instead on the picture. Taken from the back, it was a hot muscled black feline, with what looked like a long mane of deep blue hair running down his back. He couldn't see his head, just from the shoulders down as he had his torso twisted around to offer a slight side view while showing off his tight bubble ass under his upturned tail.

“Damn” Wolf thought as he eyed that plump around ass, finding himself licking his lips as he viewed those cakes. The feline had his arm up and a large white rose in his hand, holding it up against his shoulder. Obviously trying to be sexy with the stupid plant, while Wolf was licking his lips as he squeezed his cock.

“Well, you got my interest bitch” Wolf said with a smirk as he sat up a bit on his bed and adjusted his cock in his pouch. He picked up his bottle and drained the last of it, his cock twitching and staining his pouch from his arousal as he smacked his lips and sent the feline a message.

“You up for some fun? Got a fat dick here and I need some ass.”

Right to the point. He didn't like time wasters. He looked at his bottle and turned it upside down as he saw that it was completely empty. He briefly thought of throwing his pants on and going out and getting another bottle to pass the time waiting, when he got a message back.

“You want my ass that badly? Show me this fat cock of yours and I might be interested.”

Wolf smirked. The slut was eager. And had a bit of attitude. He liked that. Still smirking, Wolf reached down and hooked his fingers into his jock and tugged it down, pulling the hem under his balls as he propped himself up.

He wasn't shy about showing off what he was packing. At least eight thick inches of hard cock flopped up against his abs, already drooling into the grooves in his abs. His balls were fat and heavy, sagging like a pair of oranges in a plastic bag. He rolled them around his fingers a few times, feeling how full they were and growling softly with his arousal.

Wolf grabbed his cock and held it up, getting a good shot of his drooling cock and quickly sent it. It didn't take long to get a response.

“Not bad there. Nearly interested.”

Wolf smirked and throbbed a bit harder. He liked attitude.

“Nearly interested? How about you come and see this up close and be really interested?”

He gave himself a few slow pumps as he pictured those round cheeks hot dogging around his cock and the bitch purring under him.

“You've seen my ass. Show me yours. And then, I'll do things to you you've never had done before.”

OK, he hadn't expected that. But, if that's what it took to bed the bitch then why not?

Wolf smirked as he stood up and sauntered his way to the bathroom, shoving the door open. Thankfully the stall shower had a floor to ceiling mirror in it, which was what he wanted as he pulled his communicator off and posed in front of the mirror. He made sure to imitate the same pose the feline had in his profile, only his empty bottle instead of the faggot flower. He gave his image look over, seeing his tight muscled buns have that firm dent in them from how he was flexing them to make them hard.

Wasn't like he hadn't sent this shit before to some hungry slut. Male or female, he didn't care. Wolf considered himself Bi, if he had to label himself anything. He used to dig a few slut females, mostly just some hooker from the strip clubs who took a few credits to pull their panties down. Then, one particular night, one of those vixens turned out to be some twink fag fox boy who had a very, very sinfully good mouth and a tight ass that made him huff and grunt like a beast to fuck him.

Discovering he liked fucking dudes didn't bother him in the slightest. It just opened up his options.

He had made it back to the bed when he got another reply.

“If you think you can handle what I can do, tell me where you are, Wolf.”

He raised his eyebrow to that. Only for a moment. It wasn't like people didn't know who he was. And there was probably a whole bunch of pictures of him naked and fucking some random stray out there. And he had bound to be all over the news lately with what had been going on. He didn't give it another thought as he sent the slut his address and then found himself waiting with a hard boner in his hand.

Wolf sat on the bed, his legs spread and his cock out, stroking it slowly as he greased his fingers with his own pre. The door was unlocked, so the bitch could just waltz on it. The smirk on his face was eager at the thought of having that cheesy slut on his hands and knees, chocking and gurgling around his cock before he pinned him down and made him whimper.

It didn't actually take that long, or maybe he lost track of time as the booze was finally starting to affect him before there was a knock at the door. Wolf smirked as he squeezed his cock.

“Come in if your naked and your ass needs a fucking” he called out, feeling his loins tingle with anticipation.

The door slid open and Wolf grinned as he saw the figure walk in. He drank him in slowly, starting with the knee high well polished leather boots, and the swinging black tail that lazily touched along the floor. Then up his muscled legs and his thick thighs, trapped squarely in a pair of tight leather pants.

A sizeable bulge but not bigger then Wolfs, he licked his lips at the thought of the bitch being smaller then him as his eyes travelled up the dark purple shirt that clung to the males muscles. Clasped in his hand at his chest was a white rose, the males long blue mane parted across his shoulders and reaching down his front.

“He brought the fucking rose?” Wolf muttered to himself as he brought his gaze upwards, still pumping his cock up and down before he locked eyes, the door closing behind the newcomer but not before Wolfs voice was heard saying a single word.

“Caroso?”

****************

“Yeah, that's it. That's my jam” Falco giggled to himself as he took another swig of his drink, licking his beak rather messily as he pulled the bottle away and spilt some of the booze down his front. He didn't care as he continued to giggle and chirp, letting the flush hit him again.

The pheasant shook his hips around in front of the mirror, letting his bulge bounce back and forth as he gyrated his hips along to the music. His fanned tail feathers waved and fluttered over his ass as he pumped and gyrated, giggling to himself as he danced.

Wearing nothing but the mesh thong and the bottle of booze in his hand, Falco had really let loose as he turned up the music, letting the music build up to something akin to a techno club. The music vibrated in his ears and sent tingles down his body as he shook himself around to his own delight.

“Yeah, shake those tail feathers birdy” he called out loudly as he put the bottle down on the bed and gestured for the music to turn itself up further.

He ran his hands down his abs and cupped his bulge as he gyrated his hips, grinding his bulge up into his fingers as he cradled his package, licking his lips to his own reflection in a rather sultry way. His hard length throbbed, tenting out the mesh and stretching it forward so that he caught glimpses of his hard length in the gaps in the side.

“Mm, hard birdy” he chirped with a giggle as he waggled his bulge at his reflection, turning around as he held himself and stuck his rump out at himself, looking over his shoulder to examine his displayed ass.

“Mm, cakes” he giggled as he gave his ass a firm slap, getting a slight ripple in his cheeks from the impact before he grabbed his cheek and pulled back, digging his fingers in as he pried his cheeks apart. He caught a brief glimpse of his tight hidden ring buried between his red cheeks before he let go, letting his cheeks clap back together.

“Naughty birdy” he giggled as he knelt down slightly, grabbing his knees as he bounced his hips up and down, letting his cheeks bounce back and forth in time to the beat. His tail feathers fanned out and fluttered up and down as he bounced his cheeks. His bulge bounced and slapped up and down against his thighs.

Falco let out another drunken giggle as he stopped his lewd display to himself as he stood up and grabbed another swig of his bottle, having to narrow his eyes and focus rather hard to notice that he had drunk almost all the bottle.

“Aw nuts...no more booze” he said in disappointment before he dropped the bottle on the floor. “Gotta get more booze” he muttered as he realised the room was spinning slightly as he wobbled on his feet, grabbing his head as he steadied himself.

“Need monies for boozie” he said, holding his hand up in a triumphant gesture. “Need to make monies. But...but how does birdy make monies?” he said out loud as he music pounded against his skull.

“Dance for monies” he said triumphantly with another triumphant gesture with his hand. “Birdy is gonna dance for monies. Turn up the music and dance and make monies like a sexy birdy” he said with a drunken giggle as he indicated for the music to turn up either louder as he started to dance again.

Around him the room began to fade out as he pictured himself on stage. The room blurred and the music pumped and pulsed against his ears as he found himself surrounded by an adoring public as far as he was able to see.

“Yay, Falco is here for you” he cheered out as he continued to dance on the spot, fanning his tail feathers as he shook his hips around, his bulge bouncing as he giggled loudly. His hands caressed his muscles and his pecs, thumbing against his hard nipples as he put himself proudly on display.

The room spun around him as the people cheered and he spun around with his, imagining their hungry gazes washing over him like a warm and welcome wave, causing him to shiver and moan out as his arousal built, his face flushed red. His cock throbbed as his thong became damp, his arousal building as he leaked into the covering on his crotch.

“Yeah, you like what you see?” he called out as the crowd blurred around him, hearing the cheers throb against his ears along with the music. Each step he took, each gyration of his hips, each shake of his ass made the crowd cheer louder, and his arousal grew as the cheered for more.

Falco felt himself start to swim in the arousal of what he was doing. Just the thought of being so view-able in such a state, wearing so little and being so ….open. He had never done such a thing before, but just the thought of being in such a state and on such display, was a rush to his system and it made him just as drunk as the liquor.

The room continued to spin and blur as the crowd began to throw their money at him. It began to rain green around him as he imagined the bills showering around him amongst the cheers and the music.

Falco tucked his fingers into his thong as he thrust his hips forward, pushing his bulge on display. This was bad, and naughty. Putting himself on display like this, a mercenary of his reputation, of his coolness and pride, showing himself off like a cheap slut on a webcam.

He whimpered as he pulled his thong down and let his hard cock come out.

He moaned out, closing his eyes as he imagined them cheering on his display, wrapping his feathery fingertips around his hard shaft and slowly pumping it, pre drooling onto his fingers as he stroked himself to his audience.

“Gotta...make monies...naughty birdy” he found himself whimpering as he squeezed his nipples, his head swimming from the arousal and the heavy flush he was feeling. The thought of doing this so publicly, for everyone to see, just made him harder and drip more.

“You...like watching me” he whimpered as he looked around the blurry room, seeing the many blurred faces shouting and cheering for him as he stroked a bit harder. His tongue lolled from his beak as he could almost feel those bills, those dirty, dirty money bills landing on his body. Pocket change, loose forgotten money only good for throwing at a slut on stage to show some cheap approval.

Such trash. So dirty. So naughty. Such a slutty little birdy.

He found himself panting as his mind wandered further, starting to picture a new scenario. Someone was joining him on stage, someone naked and hard was walking up to him. He whimpered as the figure got closer, a hard fat cock visible between their legs, a cock hard and ready for Falco.

“You gonna fuck me?” Falco whimpered as he stroked himself, his fingers getting wet from his continuous string of pre. The crowd was already paying such cheap bills to see him dance, and stroke on stage. How little would they throw at him to see him get bent over and fucked, right there on the stage?

Falco shuddered and whimpered, feeling his hole clench almost greedily to the sudden thought of being penetrated so easily, so hard. So publicly. This person, this person with the big thick cock, was going to fuck him on the stage. Falco, the big studly mercenary, the tough guy that made the game look so cool, was going to get fucked on a public stage and taken like a cheap slut in front of a horny, perverted crowd.

His hormones and arousal racing, Falco as unable to hold himself back, almost feeling the figures cock push against his backside. The moment he felt that tip push under his tail and probe into his crevice, he let out a screech as he was unable to hold himself back.

“Nyaaarrrghhh....ughh....urrk....gahhhh” Falco cried out as he felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw fireworks in his eyes. His lungs forgot to breath for a moment as his balls drew up and his cock surged and throbbed, thick ribbons of pearly avian cum flew through the air and splatted onto the floor and his fingers.

The birds body shuddered and trembled as his pent up orgasm hit him hard, leaving his head swimming as he sent his shower of cum everywhere it could spray. The room blurred and the crowd disappeared, fading back into the furniture of his room as the cheers melted back into the loud music.

“Fuck....”Falco whimpered as he suddenly remembered how to make his lungs work and inhaled sharply, his body trembling as he slowly came back down from his orgasmic high and he slowly opened his eyes, his vision slowly becoming more stable.

He took several long deep breathes as he let go of his hard cock, his fingers a sticky web of birdy cum ribbons that left long sticky strings attaches to his length. He had to blink and focus his eyes as he saw the long ribbon strings that coated the floor and part of the sheets. Long, thick obvious strings of Falco spunk was glistening in the light of the room.

And his eyes went wide and almost bulged out of his head as he let out a high pitched squeal of shock when he realised he had also splatted Fox over his boots.

****************

“Caroso? The fuck are you doing here?”

The first thing Wolf did was not grab his pillow and cover his crotch to save face. No, it was to stand up and point both his finger and his hard cock at the panther that had just shut the door behind him.

“You asked me” Caroso said with a smirk on his handsome face as he crossed his arms over his chest, holding the white rose against his cheek as if what he had said was the most obvious thing ever.

“I didn't ask you. I asked some feline slut to come over and get a pounding” Wolf pointed out as he pointed his clawed finger at the panther again, his length still throbbing in the open air. “The fuck are you doing here instead of him?”

“Because you asked me through my profile to come over” Caroso said with a smirk. “And I said, I'd come over and do things to you that you never dreamed of. Or something along those lines” he said. “Why, disappointed?” he asked.

“I....I didn't ask you” Wolf said as it slowly dawned on him that it was starting to make sense. He had asked a black feline with blue hair and a white rose to come over for a one night stand. And said feline was standing in front of him. It had just not clicked on him that it was someone he knew.

It was several moments of Wolf standing there unable to find words, and Caroso just standing there with a confident grin on his face.

“The fuck happened to your hair?” Wolf finally managed to get out as he said the first thing that popped into his mind.

“I grew it out, and dyed it. You like?” Caroso said as he gave his long hair a flick. “Gotta love mods. Thought I'd try something different. Make me more appealing” he said with a grin.

“So you're really here to get a fucking?” Wolf asked. Caroso smirked.

“One track mind much? I'll spell it out for you. I. Am. Here. For. Sex.” Caroso said with a smirk as he stepped up in front of Wolf. “So, you still down or should I just walk out and leave you here with your right hand?” he asked.

“.....Fuck it. Fine” Wolf said as he shook his head. He was starting to remember he was still horny and his dick was currently out. “Fine. You want to get fucked, then get naked” he ordered as he looked at Caroso.

“Who said I was going to be the one getting fucked by that thing?” the panther asked with a smirk.

“That thing?” Wolf said as he reached down and cupped his cock in his hand, giving the panther a smirk. “This thing has made bitches beg for mercy. I aint got complaints from anyone getting drilled by this” he said with a smirk.

“That all you got? Really?” Caroso said with a smirk. “They must have been some cheap bitches to put up with this coming from you.”

Wolf found himself growling, with a smirk in the corners of his mouth. Caroso had always had a bit of an ego around him. A definition of a ladies man, lover not a fighter. An ace pilot for sure, and on his way to being part of the team. He always had that flair, that romantic vibe about him that both ladies and men seemed to fall under his spell and end up in his bed.

Somehow, he had managed to find a way to make almost anyone fall under his spell for a night. That special talent of him had given him an ego that he could bed anyone and anything under his terms and conditions. Most people would find it annoying or even take it as the panther was trying too hard.

Wolf though, had found it relate-able. He had an ego himself, and like Caroso, he was able to back it up and give results. Caroso may have had an ego of himself, but Wolfs ego took it as a challenge. And if he could make this panther beg and mewl for mercy like the cheap sluts that Wolf was able to dominate easily, then that would just prove that Wolf was still the top dog.

Wolf smirked as he squeezed the base of his cock, letting it throb as he wagged it at the panther, a thick dollop of precum oozing out of the tip and onto the floor. His arousal had to be obvious to the panther by now as he cupped his balls and rolled them in his hand.

“Well, if you think you've got it better, then man up” Wolf said with a smirk.

Panther just smirked right back, his brilliant coloured eyes looking straight at the canine as he reached down with his free hand under his belt and grabbed the zipper in his leather pants. The sound was surprisingly loud between them as he pulled it down to the base and fished his length out.

“That it?” Wolf said with a sneer as Caroso pulled out five soft inches of panther cock, as well as a pair of rather sizeable balls. “Least the carpet matches the drapes” Wolf sniggered as he saw the tufts of blue pubic fur sticking out of the gap.

“Yeah, that's it” Caroso said with a smirk. “I've had no complaints either. I've just had begging for more.”

“With that little thing?” Wolf said with a smirk as he stepped forward, stepping in close to the feline as his hard cock rubbed up against the covered males stomach. They were so close he knew Caroso could feel his breath on him.

“Feel that? That's a real cock” Wolf said with a smirk as he reached around and grabbed Carosos ass, digging his claws into the leather material as he felt the panthers rump. It was thicc, but pliable, enough give to sink your fingers in and let it bounce if it was shaking. He was going to enjoy watching it bounce on his cock.

“And it's going in here” he said as he grabbed Carosos muzzle in his spare hand and tilted his chin a little to make him look up at him. “Or maybe I should put this smart mouth of yours to good use first. Bet you look good on your hands and knees” he growled.

Panther however, just smirked. His lips curled into said smirk around Wolfs clawed fingers as he brought the flower up and booped it onto Wolfs nose. Wolfs eye went wide as he saw the small burst of sparkling golden pollen erupt around his nose, staining his nostrils and bridge of his muzzle with gold.

“The fuck?” Wolf said as he stepped back, inhaling out of surprise and his lungs were suddenly filled by a scent he hadn't experienced before. Whatever it was it was thick and musky, like he had just shoved his face into his own crotch after wearing his tight flight suit for a week and hadn't taken it off once.

But it wasn't his musk, that was starting to make his head swim as his tongue lolled from his mouth. He let out a whimpering moan as he fumbled to his knees, panting hard as his cock began to throb like it was on the verge of release so quickly.

“The...the fuck” Wolf panted out as he dug his claws into the floor and shuddered, feeling a climax start to build up as his body heated up quickly. A warm flush surged over his body as his skin prickled and his muscles trembled, running down his spine and down his legs, his toes curling into the pleasure his body was feeling as his tongue began to drool.

“Fuck...feels...good...” Wolf panted as his cock throbbed with need, his hips starting to hump the air as he trembled. He had never been so aroused, so quickly, so easily. Hitting him this hard and fast, it was unnatural. And he was completely beyond control to hold it back.

He panted and drooled onto the floor as he looked up, his eye catching sight of Caroso calmly standing there, stroking his length. It was now growing hard, and growing. It was bigger then it had been soft, for sure. And then Wolf took a deep breath through his nose, and the pollenous musk hit his senses again and he couldn't help but howl.

He arched his back and cried out in a howling admission of his pleasure his orgasm hit him hard, his cum shooting out in ropes across the floor as his cock erupted hands free. His mind was wracked with pleasure as his hips humped the air, his balls bouncing back and forth as his cock waggled around, spraying the floor underneath him with ropes of cum.

“Get up” Caroso said with a smile when Wolf lay there on the floor, panting on his hands and knees as his orgasm died down. The words struck Wolfs ears and he found himself starting to rise up before he knew he was doing it. He stood up on wobbly legs as he found himself standing before Caroso once more.

Caroso stepped forward and grabbed Wolfs sensitive cock in his hand, making the canine whimper with how sensitive his just blown cock was post orgasm. The panthers cock pressed up against his, a hand wrapping around them both as their crotches pressed together.

“Look at it” Caroso said firmly as Wolf found himself looking down as their cocks were held together. His own cock was eight inches hard, and generously thick. Carosos cock, was at least half an inch bigger, and only slightly more thicker around. The panther had him beat. But only just.

“The...fuck...did you do to me?” Wolf grunted out, feeling like he was forcing the words to come out. He breathed through his nose, inhaling clean air as he realised that whatever had coated his nose was no longer going into his lungs. But now he could smell something nice. Something a bit more earthy and spicier then the pollen had been.

Was that the panthers musk?

He panted as he found himself starting at the panthers crotch. He hadn't smelt such a strong musk that like before. Sure, he had smelt plenty of bitches in heat and horny little bitch boys, but this was different. This wasn't needy, or eager. This...this type of musk was making him weak in the knees and his blood pump straight to his organ as he found himself drooling again.

“I told you, I'm going to do things to you that you never had done before” Panther said as he let go of Wolfs cock and put his hands on his shoulders. Wolf suddenly found himself getting pushed back, stumbling a little as he was forced to keep up before he was pushed up against the wall behind him. His back hit the cold metal and he shuddered before the panther pushed in close again.

“And you're going to love it all” he said with a smirk as he reached down and grabbed the wolfs thighs. Wolf let out a yelp as his legs were lifted up and forced to wrap around the panthers waist, feeling the pressure on his back as he was supported upwards.

“Put...put me the fuck down....I'm not doing …..doing this” Wolf protested, and he shuddered when he felt something poke up against the underside of his ass. He shuddered and found himself whimpering as he realised it was the felines hard cock rubbing against his crevice.

“Still think you're the one in charge here?” Caroso said as he looked up into Wolfs face, his smirk across his features as the canine whimpered. “Still think I'm the one getting fucked?” he asked.

Wolf wanted to say something, to rake his claws in the panthers handsome smug face, but he found he was unable to do so. The pleasurable feelings he was getting out from the touch of that hot cock against his ass was making his hole wink and clench eagerly, and he felt a longing inside him. An empty longing that was desiring to be filled.

Filled by that hard cock.

“Fuck....me..”Wolf whimpered out as he felt that thick head push up against his ass. The panthers cock was dribbling liberally against his hole, making it wet as he found himself wrapping his arms around Caroso to hold on.

“What was that?” Caroso said with a smirk as he ground his body up against Wolf, pressing his face into the canines neck and slowly dragging his rough tongue along his neck-fur. The rough texture sent shivers down Wolfs spine and he found himself whimpering more.

“Fuck...fuck me” Wolf whimpered, not even sure if they were his own words, even as he spoke them. He found his ass clenching against the head of that black cock, his claws digging into the panthers back as he buried his face into the felines neck out of embarrassment at his situation.

“You want it, Wolf?” Caroso asked as he licked the side of Wolfs cheek, almost affectionately. “Say it. Say it and I'll give it to you. I'll give you what you want, just say it.”

“Fuck me Caroso” Wolf whimpered into the panthers neck. “Just...just fuck me. Please, give me that cock. I don't care, just fuck me. Fuck me already” he whimpered out of need as his hole still clenched and tried to suck that cock into him.

“If you insist” Caroso grinned as he gave a hard thrust upwards. Wolf let out a whimpering moan and cry as he felt his hole get spread open. How was his hole supposed to spread so easily like that? This had never happened to him. It shouldn't be happening to him.

But those thoughts left his mind as his eye rolled upwards and his betraying tongue began to drool on the panthers shoulder, as said panther began to thrust and hump upwards. His cock was barely inside the whimpering canine before he began to fuck the rest of it into him.

Wolf felt himself start to bounce against the wall as that cock sawed it way back and forth between his cheeks and into his hole, his own cock hard once more and drooling between them as he was bred against the wall.

“Mm, got a long night ahead of us Wolf” Caroso growled as he brought his mouth up to Wolfs ear and dragged his tongue along the edge. “I'm going to fuck you silly, and you're going to beg over and over for me to continue. I'm not leaving till I've left you in a whimpering mess on the floor, your hole filled and used like a cheap cum dump” he growled.

Wolf whimpered and let out a groaning moan of pleasure as that cock suddenly thrust in balls deep, feeling those hips of the panther press flush up against his ass and those furry black balls press against him as well. He panted out, a flush on his face as that empty longing feeling was suddenly filled, and he felt a comforting warmth that made him curl his toes.

“And you're going to beg me to come back and do it again” Caroso purred into the Wolfs ear as he started to really pump his hips, giving the canine no time to adjust as he started to stuff him full of his feline cock, over and over again as the wolf was pinned helplessly, and forced to take it.

And Wolf let out another whimpering moan as his cock suddenly exploded at those words, sending more ropes of thick wolf spunk into the minimal gap between them, those ropes of cum smearing across them both as they both humped and ground against one another. It wasn't to be the last climax of the evening for Wolf.

He was in for a long night.

**************

“The fuck Falco?”

Fox had been laying on his back, staring at the ceiling as he clutched a picture of his father in his hand. Every now and then he had looked at it, then had to push it away as he felt a wave of sadness and disappointment hit him.

The picture was nothing special. Just his dad and Peppy standing in front of an airwing and giving a cheesy grin and a thumbs up to the camera, both of them wearing overalls and covered in grease and muck. It was really the only photo he had left, the rest had gone missing due to various reasons over the years.

“You're becoming more like your father” Peppy had constantly said, every time Fox had managed to get something right, or had managed to turn out top in something. It had always made his ears perk up and his tail wag to hear it growing up. After all, his father had a legend of his own that he had to live up to.

“Yeah, more like my dad every day” Fox muttered as he took another look at the picture, seeing his fathers smile and his happy demeanour. Peppy looked so much younger in the picture, so much more confident and happy go lucky. “And look where that turned out” he muttered as he finally tossed the picture at the bag on the floor.

Fox sat up and rubbed the back of his head, scratching his fingers through the soft white hair on the back of his head. Maybe now that he didn't have to shave himself almost bald to fit in his helmet he could actually grow it out.

“End of the era, I guess” he said as he stared at the floor for a few moments. “More like my dad” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck slowly, feeling a sense of sadness hit him. “Fuck you dad” he muttered as he felt a sudden bitterness hit him.

Fox slowly stood up and removed his communicator and then his jacket, tossing them both angrily at his bag. He had laying on the bed feeling sorry for himself for a while now, and now he was starting to feel angry at everything.

“This sucks on so many levels” Fox muttered as he rubbed his face and shook his head. “You know what, screw it. Peppy signed over the ship and he and Slippy have both left. Might as well just pack it all in like the rest of them have” he said as he pulled his shirt over his arms and tossed it on the floor.

Fox caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He definitely had more of a thin lean build to himself, a little definition, but not overly muscular either. Not that he personally minded.

He briefly rubbed his hands over his hips and turned around, catching a glimpse of his covered butt as he lifted his tail out of the way. He definitely had it going there, that was for sure. Seemed everyone loved him having a terrific ass to gawk at in his tight uniform. More then once he had been told he could put a few women to shame if he wore the right gear.

The brief fascination of himself ran its course as he felt a slight dryness in his mouth. He found himself parched, as he hadn't had anything to eat or drink since earlier that afternoon. With a sigh and a shake of his head he left his room to head to the gallery.

“Wonder if there's any booze or something left” he wondered as he began to walk his way down the hall. “Just my luck there wouldn't be anything” he muttered bitterly as he found himself passing Falcos room.

He hadn't been aware of just how loud the music coming through the doorway till he was right in front of it. The rooms had been designed with sound dampeners, but they weren't perfect. Fox was a little surprised he could hear this much.

“The fuck is he doing in there?” He wondered, getting a slight grin on his face. Maybe catching Falco doing whatever he was doing would lift his spirits for a minute or two. He pushed his hand on the button and the door opened, the music really blaring now as it assaulted his ears.

“Damn Falco, the hell are you....” Fox said as he stepped into the room, taking a few steps as he looked around before he found said bird. Whatever Fox had been expecting him to be doing, it wasn't standing in the room, dressed in a thong and stroking himself with his tongue out.

Fox stopped dead in his tracks as he found himself staring at his teammate, watching him pump his hips into his hand as his hand flew up and down his cock, the bird chirping and moaning something about being naughty and getting monies. He was obviously lost in whatever fantasy he was dreaming about as he kept stroking.

Falco suddenly gave a loud squawking noise as he thrust his hips forward and his cock seemed to suddenly explode in a thick burst of white ropes that spewed out onto the floor. And on part of the bed. And Fox looked down in shock as he saw the cum strands land over his boots.

It took him a moment to realise that, not only was he shocked that this had happened, but he hadn't turned away, or moved.

He looked up from his now messy boots and saw Falco looking right at him with buggy bulged out eyes.

“The fuck Falco?”

Falco let go of his cock as he stumbled slightly on his legs to keep himself from falling over. It took him a moment to remember that Fox was standing in front of him as he put his hand on the wall to steady himself.

“Oh hey there Fox. Did you come to join the show? I'm making monies. For boozies” he said with a dumb grin on his face.

“You're drunk, aren't you?” Fox said in surprise. This was a new side. Normally Falco could handle his booze, but this was different. Normally his drinking sessions ended up with either an arm wrestling contest or him passing out on the couch with multiple shot glasses stacked up like dominoes on the table.

“Hey, don't accuse me of drinking. I'm ….I'm not drinking” Falco said as he stood up and wobbled slightly on his feet as he poked a finger at Foxes bare chest. “I'm ….putting on a show.......to make monies....so I can keep drinking....” he said.

Fox waved his hand at the system and indicated for the music to turn off, the silence almost surprising with how quickly it had cut off. This just left Falco standing in front of him, a hard cock bobbing between his legs and a drunken flushed look on his face.

“You're putting a show?” Fox asked, raising an eyebrow. He couldn't take his eyes off him. He had seen Falco naked plenty of times in the changing room, but this was different. This was a whole different side to him.

“Yeah, to make monies. They want to see a dirty birdy” Falco giggled as he took a step and stumbled a bit, leaning against the wall as hep anted slightly, his cock starting to drool again as he grinned dumbly at Fox.

“You're a what?” Fox said in disbelief. This was getting weirder by the minute.

“A dirty, naughty birdy. I need to perform to make my monies” Falco said as he stood up again. “Gotta shake my tail feathers and do naughty things like a dirty birdy” he said triumphantly as he took another step and misstep. His misstep spun him around in a circle before he fell on the bed, flat on his face.

“Comfy” he mumbled into the mattress before he looked up. “I had a partner. Where is he?” he said as he looked around the room for a moment as if Fox wasn't there.

“A...partner?” Fox asked as he found himself staring at Falcos upturned rump. This was definitely an angle he hadn't seen before, and he couldn't move his eyes from it. The rational side of him, as saying to leave. Falco was drunk and horny, and this was none of his business. He needed to leave. Put Falco to bed and then leave him to sleep it off.

That made sense.

But the other part of his mind, was making him cup his bulge in his pants and squeeze it as he saw that upturned ass. Maybe he should see how this was going to turn out. This....was catching his interest more then he thought it as.

“A partner. I had a partner” Falco shouted drunkenly as he tried to prop himself up on the bed and fell forward again, his ass bouncing rather juicily in front of Fox. “A partner on stage who was going to do things …..do things to dirty birdy” Falco continued.

“What....kind of things?” Fox asked. This was advancing quickly, whatever this was. So why wasn't he surprised that he wasn't stopping this?

“Gonna....do things to me....” Falco said as he gave another go to prop himself up as he got to his hands and knees on the bed, moving his hips back and forth as he shook his ass at Fox. Whether he knew what he was doing or not, Fox found he didn't care.

“Like...what?” Fox asked as he undid the fly on his pants. They were getting restrictive and he let out a grown of relief as his cock was freed. He hadn't realised how hard he was, seeing Falco in such a state like this. So vulnerable. And needy.

“I...dunno” Falco got out as he shook his head and his ass again. “I need ideas. Give me ideas. Wrap your ideas up in your cheap change and throw them at me” he said as he shook his tail-feathers again, as they fluttered up and down on his ass.

“An idea huh” Fox said as he stood up to the bed, right behind that shaking ass. Falcos feet were on either side of his thighs and he had the perfect view of that ass. “Like, this?” he said as he suddenly brought his hand back and landed a hard slap across that ass.

Falco let out a high pitched chirp of surprise as he felt his ass suddenly get slapped. The sane, rational part in his mind was briefly woken up from the sudden shock to his system, and he suddenly felt the urge to turn around and give Fox a good talking too for daring to smack him.

But the drunken horny part of his mind made him whimper and push his ass back as his cock dangled between his thighs.

“Yeah...yeah like that” he whimpered out, before he gave another yelp as he felt another slap to the other side of his ass.

“So you're a dirty birdy huh?” Fox said with a smirk as he brought his hand back and landed another good slap to that ass. There was a nice cracking noise as his hand met that ass-cheek, and Falco chirped out as he felt the impact.

“Yeah....”Falco moaned out before he chirped again, another slap striking his ass. The flush returned to his face as he looked over his shoulder to see Fox behind him with a smirk on his face. A smirk that Falco hadn't really seen on the vulpine face.

“So you're not the big, tough birdy anymore? You're just a dirty birdy?” Fox asked as he slapped again, getting another firm chirping noise from Falco before he rubbed his hand over that ass firmly. Falco let out a longing moan as he felt the hand, and then it was joined by the other hand.

“I'm....still tough” Falco whimpered out as he felt two sets of fingers dig into his cheeks.

“Are you? You're here dancing drunk like some stripper and you let me walk right in here and spank you” Fox said with a smirk as he groped and squeezed those two cheeks. They were definitely a handful, a very good handful.

He squeezed and got a groan and a gasp from Falco. He let go and pushed down and got a whine. He ground them together and got a murring. It was almost adorable the way he could manipulate that ass and get a hot noise from the bird.

“I'm...a tough birdy” Falco said before he let out a grunt as his cheeks were suddenly pried apart rather roughly. His face flushed and burned in embarrassment as his tight red ring was suddenly exposed so easily.

“You sure?” Fox said with a smirk as he kept those cheeks spread , his thumbs rubbing into that warm sweaty cleft. His thumb tips brushed slowly against that puckering ring, making it twitch and clench down against the invading digits.

“I'm ...I'm a tough birdy” Falco whimpered, his voice coming out in a small whimper instead of his normal tough voice. He felt those digits against his hole and he felt another whimper in his throat as his tail-feathers hiked up as far as they would go.

“No, no your not” Fox said as he pressed his knees up against Falcos legs, keeping the birds legs spread as he angled his hips and his cock thumped down on Falcos ass. The bird let out a gasping whine as he felt that hot rod that belonged to his leader lay right over his crevice.

“I'm....tough” Falco whimpered as he felt Fox pull his cock back and then heard a spitting noise, followed by a splat over his hole. Somewhere, vaguely in his drunken and horny mind, it was telling him to get off the bed and run away from what was happening.

But, he didn't. He instead clenched his fingers into the sheets and found himself grinding his ass back against Foxs cock. He let out a whimper as that cock head prodded against his hole as Foxs hands gripped his hips.

“No, you're not a tough bird. You're a slut” Fox growled as he lined his cock up with Falcos hot hole. He started to push in slowly, hearing the avian whimper out as his cock sought entry into that tight hole. The bird was definitely a virgin, but Fox was going to take it as he kept pushing. The resistance in that ring was soon shattered as his cock suddenly pushed through, getting a gasp from them both.

“I'm....not...”Falco whimpered out as he gripped the sheets, tilting his head up as he felt his ring start to spread open.

“Admit it bitch” Fox grunted as he pushed himself in. His cock throbbed hard inside that tight backdoor as he took it slowly, feeling the birds insides clench around his length as he pushed his way in.

“Admit.... no...can't” Falco whimpered and shuddered. His own cock was hard and throbbing, dripping pre in a constant stream onto the bedding underneath him. His hips pushed back with a sudden thrust as he bottomed out rather quickly, surprising even himself with how eager his body suddenly became.

Fox moaned out as he felt his cock become enveloped by Falcos hot warm tunnel, surprised that he was able to get his whole cock in with one thrust, even if it was by Falco himself. A smirk crept over his lips as he lent over Falco slowly, settling his weight onto the birds back.

“Admit it, and I'll fuck you” he growled into Falcos ear in a low tone, wrapping his arm around Falcos neck and pulling his head back as he held the bird in place.

“I.....I....” Falco whimpered as he felt the last of his defences start to break down. The way Fox was holding him down, his cock throbbing inside him and his own cock starting to throb harder with the way he was being manhandled, he wasn't going to last long.

“Say it, Falco” Fox growled into his ear as he stuck his tongue out and slowly dragged it over the birds cheek. “Admit it to me. And I'll fuck you like the slut you are” he growled.

“I....I'm....I'm a.......” Falco whimpered out as his pleasure began to spike. His body slowly shook as he felt himself start to admit it, to openly say such a thing. He felt himself surrender as his pleasure grew, his arousal hitting new peaks as he was brought closer to his orgasm through the humiliation of his situation.

“Admit it, slut” Fox growled into his ear as he slowly licked the birds face. “Admit that the big, tough Falco is just a horny little slut in the bedroom” he growled. His own arousal was growing as well, as he found himself manhandling his feathery friend so easily. He had never been able to handle Falco so easily, and it just rose his levels of lust at the thought of dominating his friend in such a way.

Falco whimpered out as his tongue lolled from his mouth, his head raised back as he felt Fox grind into his ass. That cock stirred into his insides as his legs trembled. His cock throbbed hard and he felt himself lose the battle.

“Admit, that you're my slut” Fox growled into his ear. “So I can collar you like one.”

“I'M YOUR SLUT FOX. FUCK ME LIKE ONE” Falco cried out as he felt his body seize up and his cock started to fire. Thick ropes of avian spunk flew out of the tip of his shuddering cock and splattered over the sheets between his legs. Falco gasped and gurgled, his tongue lolling out and his eyes rolling back as he suddenly came hands free, his balls contracting as they squeezed the orgasmic juice out.

Fox groaned as he felt Falco tremble underneath him as he kept him in place, moaning into the birds ear as he felt that hole clench and spasm around his cock as the bird orgasm-ed under him. When he felt the bird calm down and flop onto the mattress under them, panting with lidded eyes and looking flushed.

“mm, good birdy” Fox said as he slowly let go of him, but he didn't pull out of him. He kept his cock in Falcos backside as he positioned himself on him, spreading his legs and putting his hands down on the birds shoulders.

“Your my slut now, Falco. And I'm going to fuck you like one. I'm not leaving till I drain every drop of my balls into you” he said with a smirk on his face as he looked down at his best friend.

“And you're going to thank me for it, aren't you? Thank your master, Falco” Fox growled as he pulled his hips back, slipping his cock out slowly, till just the head remained. Then he pushed in hard, thrusting his cock straight back in as his hips smacked against those vulnerable ass-cheeks.

Falco moaned out as he felt that first thrust, his cock stirring back to life as he looked over his shoulder, seeing Fox leaning over him to keep him in place. Fox started up a steady rhythm as Falco found himself getting fucked.

“Thank you...master” Falco managed to get out as he gripped the sheets under him once more and submitted himself to what was happening.

It was going to be a long night.

To be continued?