StarFox - Falco's Slut
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story by 2BIT

Fox McCloud had left the mercenary life behind, joining his former wingman Falco Lombardi in the G-Zero race circuit. They were building a successful career together in team-based circuits, their experience as Arwing pilots serving them well on the often chaotic G-Zero race tracks. And when not on the track, the partners were still often together, living in the same apartment on Corneria. It was an arrangement of convenience... for the first week or so. It wasn't long, however, before their nights started to fill with deeds that the former team leader would much prefer to be kept secret. Particularly considering the compromising positions that Fox kept finding himself in. Soon enough, their nightly dalliances started to bleed into the morning, and Fox found himself moving up and down, his naked rump held in Falco's wings as the cocky bird laid back in their shared bed. "Heh, what's wrong, Fox? You look nervous. Like you haven't ridden my 'Landmaster cannon' before!" he said with a taunting chuckle. Fox's eyes darted away from Falco's, a blush on his cheeks as he huffed and panted, taking his partner's insatiable dick deep inside his rear. "W-we... s-should cool it, ahh! I-it's a race day!" he stammered, falling forward and planting his hands on Falco's chest, stroking his soft, feathery pecs as he leaned in to kiss his beak. Falco purred and smacked Fox's booty. "Always the responsible one, Fox! Right, I'll go ahead and shower up... You're welcome to join me, if you're in such a hurry." he teased. Fox gulped, rising off Falco's dick and sitting himself on the edge of the bed. "Best to keep our heads on the track. Too much foolin' around could get...distracting..." he murmured as Falco rose with a stretch. "Ohh, I'll distract you real good later..." the bird smirked.

While Falco was washing up, Fox got himself dressed, groaning a little to himself as he slipped on his racing gear, which had sponsor logos peppered all over it. He'd picked up his helmet just as a ringing went off on a table across from the bed. He answered the ringing device, and a holographic screen was projected from the table, a camera lens watching Fox to display him to the caller. It was a coyote reporter. "Fox McCloud! Katie here with the BT-TV News! Can I get your thoughts on today's race?" she asked. Fox smirked and placed the helmet on his head. "I'm ready to rock! Team O'Donnel's got nothing on us!" he said confidently. The reporter nodded. "Some say your rivalry with Star Wolf is what led to Team O'Donnel being formed in the first place. Especially considering his partner's history with yours. Is this personal for you and Mr. Lombardi?" she asked. While Fox was giving a modest answer to the question, Falco emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his waist being all that was covering him. He nonchalantly walked by the camera as he grabbed some discarded clothes next to the bed. The reporter had wide eyes seeing him there. "Perhaps I can get a comment from your...partner..." she said, visibly flustered. Fox tilted his head and then glanced to see Falco heading back to the bathroom. "Gah!! I-it... That isn't what it looks like! Agh, I gotta g-go!" he stammered, turning off the device to end the call. He then rubbed his bright red face and groaned. "Dammit, Falco! You can't hear me talking in here?!" he said loud enough for the bird to hear. "I DID wear a towel!" he could hear him shout from the bathroom. Fox leaned against the table and let out an exasperated sigh. People were going to talk, he knew it...

Falco poked his head out, and seeing that the call had ended, stepped into the room wearing nothing this time, smirking as Fox turned, his eyes going straight to his dick. "Look, Fox, you know it's not gonna stay a secret forever. All of Lylat's gonna know I'm bangin' you sooner or later!" he said, seeming to relish the notion somewhat. "It would if you'd be even the tiniest bit discreet! All that gossip won't be good for our careers!" Fox said, scolding him. Falco gave a chuckle. "Our careers? That's rich! You just can't take the hit to your ego. You know Wolf will never let you live it down once he knows!" he said, wings folded across his chest. Fox blushed a bit. "Th-this isn't about Wolf! Can't you take anything seriously??" he groaned. The blue bird stepped over to him, giving his rear a swift smack. "I'm serious about smashin' that ass! I think you need a reminder who's really in charge here. This ain't your dad's old team anymore!" he said, placing his arm around Fox a bit possessively. Fox blushed again. It was true, all of this was in fact Falco's idea. Racing, shacking up, all of it. "Team McCloud" was just a name for marketing purposes. Falco was technically the boss. Still, it annoyed Fox that his leadership experience counted so little to his partner. "You're impossible... and insatiable..." he sighed. Falco chuckled. "Like you're not! Now c'mon, get your breakfast!" he said, sitting himself on the edge of their bed with a smirk, parting his legs as his dick grew hard. "Suck it, or I'll spread the rumor that you're actually gettin' pounded by Wolf!" he teased. Fox gulped. "M-my uniform..." he pointed out. "You'll have to swallow, then..." Falco teased. Fox sighed and started to unzip anyway. "You're lucky you're cute...to look at." he said. "I know you mean sexy." the bird taunted.

Fox removed his racing suit again, and once he was stripped bare, Falco could see that he was now sporting a boner as well. That perky vulpine dick was perhaps not as big as Falco's, but the bird still loved seeing it rising in salute for him. "That's it... A little pre-race fuck never hurt anyone, riiiiight?" he grinned. Fox blushed as he knelt down between his partner's legs. "Says the one always giving and not receiving..." he muttered, looking up at his mate with a wonderfully subby expression that Falco never got tired of seeing. "You say that like you're not the eager slut I know you are..." the bird taunted, taking hold of his big blue cock and tapping Fox's nose with it. He whimpered softly, but allowed Falco to slap his face as he pleased with that meat, purring as it struck his lips, his cheek and his forehead. "I guess I do give one thing..." he said softly, placing his hands on Falco's thighs and catching the bird's tip with his lips. He kissed it, then licked it, his bushy tail beginning to wag while he started giving head. "Mmmh, that's my little slut..." Falco sighed, leaning back on the bed and enjoying the feel of that eager tongue licking up and down his shaft. Fox cupped and rubbed Falco's heavy balls, still loaded with ammo to cream him with despite an active previous night. Hungry for it, Fox dove his lips down over that cock, sucking it while bobbing his head up and down. For all his complaining, he very much wanted this. Falco grabbed his head, thrusting into his mouth a little, grinning as Fox grunted with lust. "Remember...be a good boy and swallow!" he teased, panting as he got ready to blow his load! The hot, salty bird seed erupted onto Fox's tongue within moments, and he hungrily gulped it down, savoring every taste, tail waggling even faster now.

Fox huffed as he stood up, wiping some creamy leakage from his mouth. "Alright, now let's get ready to-!" As he was turning to grab his suit again, Falco rose up and seized his shoulders, pressing Fox down onto all fours! "Can't let you go just yet, Fox!" he murred, pecking at Fox's neck while grinding his still-hard dick against his remaining hole! Fox gave a nervous gasp, briefly trying to get back up only for the bird to hold him down. "Y-you're gonna make us late!" he panted. "I told you I'd remind you who's in charge... Hope you're ready, my foxy slut!" he whispered. Falco rose over Fox, grasping his ass while lining up for entry. Without waiting for a reply, Falco took the plunge, his cock sinking deep inside that experienced foxhole, welcomed by the warm embrace of those semi-tight walls! Fox lifted his head and cried out at the penetration. "Ahnn! I-I... ohh, f-fuck!" he huffed, feeling that dick start to move, rubbing against his sensitive insides while pushing in and out over and over! He could never accuse Falco of taking things too slow, at any rate! He gave Fox's butt a slap with his wing, which didn't really hurt but still got the point across. "Mmmh, sooner or later... Everyone's gonna know you're my bitch, you know?" he murred, pushing his dick to the hilt inside his mate. Fox shuddered and moaned, claws digging into the carpet below as he took every thrust. "Falc-c-ooooo!! Ahhh, c'mon... F-fuck me up, yeah!" he cried, ceasing to care about anything other than taking that long, thick shaft up his subby fox ass! Falco knew exactly how to wrap him around his little feather, and truth be known, they both loved it. Falco slapped his rear again, pounding harder and deeper into him. "That's right... I always got your back... 'Cuz your ass is mine!" he crowed.

As the rough fucking continued, Falco leaned forward, gripping Fox's shoulder again, this time with just one hand. The other slipped around him, grabbing his mate's smaller cock in his feathered fingers. "Cum for me, and we can go..." he whispered, nipping at Fox's ear with his beak. Fox gasped and whined with lust, feeling his boss and mate stroking his already leaky dick all while still hammering deep into his rear end! Those blue bird balls slapped him each time that dick pushed in all the way, still feeling quite heavy even after dumping a load in his mouth! He couldn't take it, and the former pilot gave a lustful cry as he shot his load down all over the carpet, staining the floor with evidence of their dirty deeds! Falco kept jerking his dick, going even faster to coax as much cum out of his slut as he possibly could! "Yeahhh... Now you'll be sure to think of this... While we wreck Wolf's team on the track..." he huffed, panting hard as he made his last powerful thrusts deep into that foxhole! Fox lifted up his head and moaned just in time for Falco to blow his load, pumping him full of hot seed until it leaked around that blue dick! Fox fell forward, catching his head in his arms as he rested with his stuffed ass in the air. "Wreck Wolf? Uhhnn... You had to go and wreck me, f-first..." he panted, feeling rather exhausted. Falco pulled out and then turned Fox onto his back, lowering on top of him and giving a lustful kiss, beak pressed to Fox's lips. "We could pull out of the race... And I could wreck you even more..." he grinned, caressing Fox's furry chest as they laid together. "How 'bout a victory lap-dance instead... After the race." Fox chuckled. Falco snickered and pecked his lips again. "You win, Fox... But I'll hold ya to that!" he winked. Fox gave a hopeless sigh and smiled. "You really are insatiable... And... also sexy..." he blushed. Racers by day, lovers at all other times, Fox and Falco were livin' the dream. Fox wouldn't have it any other way.

The End.