Midnight Consequences.

Peppy Hare, James McCloud, Falco Lombardi, and Fox McCloud are (c) Nintendo

The door quietly shut on it's own as the young hare started to strip out of his flightsuit.  A long day of maneuvers and formations had left Peppy smelling rather ripe in his unairconditioned cockpit, helping him build stamina for the eventual long, uncomfortable fighter missions.  Peppy's hand reached for a towel as he heard the door open behind him, shutting before he could see who had entered his dark room.  "Wha-" is all the hare could blurt out before he felt a musky leather glove wrap around his muzzle.  Peppy froze and felt warm breathing run down his neck and shoulder.

"You promised, when I won our dogfight without a single hit on my shield..." the other voice said coolly.

"James..." Peppy shuddered, feeling the vulpine's teeth gently nibble through his soft fur.  The slightly chubby pilot felt the strong hands of his wingmate start to feel over his sides and hips.  Peppy's sheath started to swell heavily before James's hands touched it, feeling its warmth through his gloves.

The fox turned the hare around slowly, tilting his head to the side and brought Peppy into a strong kiss, licking around his buck teeth as the hare submitted, letting James take him.  Both stood mostly silently, hearing only the hushed moans of pleasure, hoping no one else in the barracks will hear them.  Peppy grunted at the bulge James grinded against his own crotch, knowing where that is going to end up, like so many times before.

James caressed around Peppy's rump before letting the hare go, looking over his lover's eyes quietly in the dark.  Peppy nodded quietly, looking back through the sunglasses James seemed to wear everywhere.  Peppy understood his task and started to quietly undo James's flightsuit, running his fingers through the fox's chest as he exposed him.  James's heart was steady as always while Peppy's was trying to burst through his chest.  More buckles and buttons, zippers and Velcro were opened with care, letting the hare watch his lover come into his dark glory.  The pink spire of James's foxhood stood at Peppy's short nose as the hare rested on his knees, letting the flightsuit crumple onto the floor.

Peppy nuzzled the musky spire a few moments, feeling his scent mingle in with his fur, a forbidden cologne that made the hare yearn for more.  Peppy's lips curled to the side before licking over the vulpine's length, making sure he doesn't let his buckteeth harm the sensitive length.  James allowed a groan of approval, feeling his toes curl in his boots.  The lapine continued to service his lover, relishing in the moans the fox makes as his tongue worked over the shaft, lapping him up greedily, tasting preseed.

James pulled away from Peppy's mouth, huffing deeply as he squeezed his hands into tight fists, trying to control himself.  He motioned his muzzle to have the lapine get on the bed, watching Peppy climb on in earnest, his cottontail flagged high, showing off his bunny hole.  James licked his lips softly before kneeling behind the loser of the bet, closing his eyes as his warm, tapered tip started to push into Peppy's willing tail.  Both pilots sighed in bliss as James's coarse furred hips met with Peppy's silky bottom.

James retook the initiative and started his pace inside of Peppy, feeling the silky innards wrap and squeeze around James's shaft.  The hare groaned out James's name lowly as he felt the vulpine's shaft grind against his prostate.  Peppy's hands gripped his sheets, pulling them from the mattress as James picked up his pace, starting to give the soft bottom in front of him a number of firm smacks with his hips, gripping the hare's tail like the saddle horn of a galloping horse.

Peppy's eyes went wide as he felt his tailhole start to stretch from James's bulb swelling.  The hare looked back at James, whimpering lowly, "Nnnngh, n-no... d-don't."  James let loose a chuckle and shook his head, giving Peppy a wink as he began slamming his hips against Peppy's rump, letting that forming knot pop in and out of the hare's tailhole.  Peppy's member slapped against his belly more, feeling the stimulation run him on overdrive.  The hare gripped a pillow in front of him, burying his face into the softness before loosing a muffled scream.  His shaft jumped a few times more before releasing his bunnyseed all over his sheets.

James smiled and closed his eyes behind his sunglasses, relishing in his lover's climax.  James continues to thrust harder into Peppy's rump before finding his knot firmly tied in the Hare's hole.  He coughed down his own howl before feeling his essence splatter deep inside of Peppy.  Both males slumped onto the bed, listening at the sounds of the barracks around them, another session done without anyone in the base finding out.  James looked down at Peppy, kissing his long ears and muttered, "I love you, my Hare."  Peppy wiggled under James's weight before falling asleep.  He'll be gone before morning, but the evening was theirs.

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"And that, Fox, is why your father will always be more of a man then you'll ever be," Peppy leaned back, cup of tea in his hands in his admiral's chair, closing his eyes in reminiscence.

"Peppy, could you stop calling us into your office to tell us fuck stories between you and my dad.  It's a little weird," Fox said, a bit nervously.  Of course, the only way he'd sit through all that was to be tied up, which Falco had already got ready, a leash running from Fox's neck to his feathered hand.

"Hey, shut up bitch.  I like them to get in the mood.  Now, c'mon, Vixen McCloud, we've got some work to do tonight," Falco chuckled to himself, tugging Fox along, making sure he got the picture.

Peppy smiled and watched the two younger pilots leave, returning to drink, "Ah, kids."
