Blue Bird's Binds

Story by KetoArcticWolf.
Based off two images by Dracovar.
The “We're Gonna Have Fun with this thing...” image found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1467513/
and
The “Little Lonely Blue Bird” image found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1467432/ 

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	”It's the year 50xx and the universe has been taken over by aliens, who have kidnapped the world leader. You are the last space pilot of your kind and therefore the fate of the universe falls upon your shoulders. You are the last hope of our species.”

”My gawd... that is so fucking cliché.” Falco says and rolls his eyes as he lets his feathery body to slump backwards against the couch, slowly turning his eyes away from the large screen to which the brand new entertainment device; pretty much the equivalent of old gaming consoles, had been plugged into.

”Hey now.” Came Fox's voice from the side, who was seated at the other end of the couch. ”You promised not to nitpick every little thing about the game.” Fox was right about that since the two of them had promised to keep some company for Slippy for an hour or two, before the amphibian would have to leave and pick up his date. That's right, neither Falco nor Fox knew where the heck had Slippy found this supposed gal, but as they had been listening to Slippy talking about her and yet he did not seem to know anything about her, their first guess was that it was a blind date.

”Well yea, but just look...” Falco brings his voice up some as if he was getting ready to bash the game to the ground, but another look at Fox's direction seemed to shut him up. After all Fox did have somewhat annoyed look on his face at this point, which was a clear sign that Falco shouldn't push his luck any further.

”Hey guys come oooon. Press the X button to join to the game.” Came that very familiar, high pitched voice from in front of the couch where Slippy was seated on the floor by the small table. All of them did more than enough flying, so Fox and Falco weren't all too excited about a space shooter game, but they would do it for their buddy... or at least Fox would and while he was at it, he was going to get Falco tangled into the mess as well. Finally both of the males on the couch did press that round X button and joined the game.

A good fifteen minutes must have passed; even if it felt much longer, but finally Fox opened up his mouth to speak. ”So.. where did you meet this girl? I mean it sounds like you don't know much about her.” It was the question on both Fox and Falco's minds and they were curious to hear more about this desperate soul who'd want to go on a date with Slippy. Heck, they didn't know a single thing about her... or him. Homosexuality wasn't exactly taboo on their ship, considering both Fox and Falco themselves had a bit of a thing going on between each others that most of the crew were aware of. Sure they weren't boyfriends or anything, but more of a... fuckbuddies, yes, that sounds about right. Helping each others to relieve some tension every now and then.

”I received a message from her to my e-mail.” Was the only reply Slippy gave them at first, though it only seemed to make the two of them even more curious. ”Just an e-mail? Did she at least send her picture or something?” Falco joined in to the conversation now. ”No. She just asked me to pick her up today after six from the nearby space cafe.” Slippy seemed to be very vague about his date whether he meant it or not, but whichever the case was, it seemed like the amphibian really was in for a date he knew nothing about.

”How do you even know it's a she then? You might end up getting butt fucked by another guy before the day's over.” Falco chuckles, not seeming to be paying much attention to the game anymore, but rather grinning widely, most likely due to dirty things he was thinking. The falcon was quite the hornball, not that he let that side show out in the open unless he was with Fox whose company always seemed to egg the feathered male on.

”Ew, I'm not into that kind of stuff.” Was Slippy's reply and one could sense the disgust in his voice. ”You guys can do the butt fucking and leave the girls to me.” The toad adds in with a bit more chipper voice though, clearly he had already decided that his date would be a girl even if he didn't know it for sure. Just a guy who thinks he's the ladies man.

Once again the chatter seemed to die down for a moment, all three men focusing their eyes back to the screen in front of them and at the game they were playing. Another quarter of an hour must have passed, before one of them brought another subject up for discussion, this time Falco who out of all of them seemed to be least interested in the game, which he had made quite clear from the very beginning.

”How big is your dick?” The question seemed to silence the room even further, except for the sounds which were coming from the game. Sure the three of them had been through quite a bit, after all they all had been part of StarFox as long as they could remember. On top of that they did see each others in the showers, so it wasn't like the falcon wouldn't have seen his friends naked before, but now he was aiming the question directly towards their junk.

Fox gave bit of a glare towards Falco as if to say asking such things wasn't approriate, even if it was their friend Slippy who he aimed the question towards. Speaking of the toad, he didn't seem to know how to answer. It seemed to take him several seconds before he even caught that the question was aimed towards him.

”That's... n-none of your business.” The toad says, seeming to stutter slightly which was rare for Slippy, clearly the feathered male had him at embarrassed the vulnerable state right now and while Fox's eyes seemed to be telling Falco to stop, he kept pushing further. ”Come on Slippy, it's not that big of a deal. We're your comrades.” Falco adds despite that it might end up in Slippy running out of the room or Fox getting mad at him. But then again, why the heck was the falcon even interested in the size of the toad's junk?

Slippy still seemed too embarrassed to answer such a personal question, considering the fact that the toad was a virgin or so he at least said. At this point Fox was about to open his mouth to tell Falco to stop it, but as his lips began parting to speak, Slippy spoke up instead. With a quiet voice, sure, but he still spoke up.

”Ei.. eight inches.” If the room had been silenced by Falco's question earlier, now it felt like they were at a graveyard. Even the game finished just in time to pull up a scoreboard and silence the spacefighters behind which only added to the silence in the room.

Eight inches. Both Fox and Falco seemed to have frozen at their seats as they heard those words. Sure eight inches was impressive on pretty much any guy since it was above the average size, but on Slippy? The small toad who was at least a foot shorter than the two males currently seated on the couch. It took so long for the two of them to process what they heard that Slippy himself turned around to look at the two with an arched brow. ”You guys okay?”

Fox tried to think of something a bit more subtle to say, after all he was sort of the leader of the group and always thought twice about what he said, but not Falco. ”Eight inches? You kidding me? That's bigger than Fox.”

”Oh shut your beak.” Fox was quick to intervene, the last thing he wanted was for Falco to drag his junk in on this conversation. However Slippy had already heard what the blue feathered avian had blurted out, which made the look on his turn upside down, literally, one moment he looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar and second later he seemed to be beaming with joy. ”Really?” Slippy also asks quickly, being a virgin and having spent a lot of his life on the battlefield, the toad seemed to think that eight inches was average or below it.

Of course Fox didn't want to admit that he'd have the smallest equipment out of them all, but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to defend himself, since it would bring Slippy's self-esteem back down and today he needed it if he was going for a date. ”Well... I'm not much smaller, but you do beat me by a little bit.” The furred male finally admits, having to swallow his pride and giving a rather angry look at the falcon. He would get him back for this, sooner or later. ”Let's play another round.” Fox then quickly says to turn the attention of his friends back to the game instead, not to linger at the subject of cock sizes any longer, even if the two others seemed interested to stay at the subject.

Things did seem to quiet down once again as both Slippy and Falco returned their focus back to the game. The next half an hour went by a bit by bit with the three of them playing the game and surprisingly the subject about their junk did not surface again, Falco most likely wanting to keep it under wraps for now, not wanting to annoy Fox any further. The rest of the time went along with little bit of small talk here and there, about their work, about the station and about the girls of the ship. Of course the gals did also know about both Fox's and Falco's homosexual tendencies, which had of course disappointed them, especially Krystal who had always thought Fox was quite the looker and brave leader. Exactly the kind of man she could fall for, but of course, best guys always turn out gay.

None of the three seemed to notice how fast the time flew by; not thanks to the game, but thanks to the fluid conversation they got going. Eventually it was Slippy who took a glance at the clock and gawked as he noticed how late it was getting; not that he was late yet, but he did have to get going this instant if he was planning to pick his date up in time. ”Oh shit, I have to run!” The toad almost threw the controller aside from his hands and jumped up to his feet, before beginning to pretty much run around the room like a hyperactive child to pick up everything he might need, even weird things such as measuring tape and air refresher disappearing to his pockets in the hurry. ”I'm not sure if I'll make it back for the night. I'll call you.” The toad shouts, before disappearing out to the hallway through the automatic, sliding metal door and towards the flight deck.

”I feel bad for his date.” Falco says after Slippy had disappeared through the door, leaving the two alone by the large screen on which the game was still going on. ”Screen off.” Fox says with a clear voice after which the sreen in front of them shuts down and the furred male turns his gaze at the falcon on the couch. ”Did you really have to bring up my cock size?” Of course now that Slippy was gone, Fox was going to remind Falco to keep his beak shut about their bedroom fun.

”Oh please Fox. Even if you are smaller, I still enjoys yours more.” Came the reply from Falco, quite expected from a hornball like him who grins at McCloud and flicks the controller from his wing off to the table, before beginning to scoot closer to Fox across the couch. ”You know I always enjoy yours the most... and besides, you seem to be in love with mine.”

In their sex based ”relationship”; if you could call it that, there wasn't a real top or bottom one, they just tended to change it around depending how they were feeling at the moment.

”Oh shut up Falco. You can be such a manwhore sometimes.” Fox says with a rather unimpressed look on his face along with a small shake of his head, though his ears perk up upon a touch he feels at his groin and even without looking he knew it was Falco's wing, caressing over McCloud's thigh and cupping the nice bulge that the vulpine had trapped in those pants.

”Well I could have always told Slippy my size... but I think it would have brought his mood even further down, don't you agree?” The falcon grins some as he proceeds to lay himself slowly down onto his side along the couch which brought the blue feathered avian's head above Fox's lap. At the said position he could just let his clothed body rest there, in that rex two-piece suit and silver vest. However even such loose suit as he was wearing could not hide the ample bulge at the avian's crotch as he lifts his other leg up just to show off that quite the sizable bulge that would take two hands to even cup it properly.

It was no secret that Falco was the most endowed one out of the Starfox team and oh, he did show it off. More than couple times people had gotten a good eyeful of the falcon's junk when they walked in his room only to find the feathered male butt naked. It seemed almost like the avian was bit of a naturist, since most of the time he didn't seem to even have any reason for his lack of clothes. It's not like he spent every day at the station just jerking off at his room.

”Doesn't change the fact that you seem to enjoy being on the receiving end.” Fox replied with a bit sharper voice as if he was making a witty remark, not that it seemed to effect Falco in any way. It was more like what Fox said went in from one ear and out the other as his focus was on Fox, but on a different part of him.

Next thing to break the silence around them was the sound of the zipper being pulled down, Falco's wingtips having grabbed a hold of the that metal stub and rather swiftly tugging it down. This in turn left the front of McCloud's boxers in plain view via the zipper hole, along with the lump tht was steadily growing in size and pushing it's way out through the opening.

”Seems like the little guy wants to come out to play.” Came the next remark from Falco, not that he gave Fox time to reply to it, before the blue wing was grabbing a hold of those boxers and tugging the waistband downwards. All that was missing was a cartoony sound effect when the tip of that bulge reached the waistband and Fox's shaft came springing out through the zipper hole, the sensitve helmet head almost slapping the avian across the beak.

”Can't you ever keep your beak shut when we do this.” Fox finally speaks up, only to let out a delighted murr afterwards as the blue wing slowly wrapped around his meat.

That seven incher was throbbing quite firmly, already at it's full hardness in the falcon's grasp, the cut cock twitching against the palm of his wing in a try to break free. It was a fine cock, as Falco often had told Fox. Sure the feathered male would have preferred a slightly larger one; being the size queen he was, but a seven inch fox meat was enough to satisfy the falcon's needs.

”You know that if I did...” Falco starts with his sultry voice with the blue wing beginning to slide over McCloud's length, down first against the fuzzy crotch which was lightly pushing out via the opening in those pants and then back up, all the way to the sensitive crown to let the vulpine to feel those ticklish feathers grazing over his cocktip, only to repeat the movement a second later. ”...I wouldn't be able to do this.” Falco now adds with the Fox able to feel a hot breath wafting over the length of his prick, followed by the familiar tongue trailing it's way up along the side of the throbbing piece of vulpine meat.

”Nnh, don't tease me like that, Falco.” Fox grunts from the pleasure which makes the furred male squirm around slightly. That bird tongue could work miracles; the thinning tongue with that rather sharp tip, being able to trace even the least visible veins along Fox's cock just as it was doing currently. It was tickling and tracing the faintly bulging veins, working it's way up and down over the body of McCloud's shaft and eventually back to the tip, following the rim behind the crown and nudging it, making fox to moan in response with a bead of precum which oozes out from than small slit at the tip. The clear fluid was quickly taken care of by Falco's tongue though, a quick swipe across the round head pulling the salty pre into the avian's beak.

This was what Falco had been waiting all day so far, just to get a moment alone with his foxy and he was going to enjoy every second of it, savoring the smell and the taste, which really wasn't bad. For a guy who spent most of his time in two-piece bodysuit, Fox really didn't smell of musk nor sweat. Sure there was that very faint taste of salty sweat on his junk, but other than that the taste was... kinda stale to be frank.

It didn't seem to stop the falcon though, who didn't even bother replying to Fox anymore, before the yellow beak opens up and proceeds to engulf the first few inches of McCloud's cock. For an avian he sure knew how to work it, not even touching Fox's dick with that yellow beak until the sensitive head of that hot meat was safely slid to the back part of his mouth and against his wet cheek from the inside, making it bulge out rather lewdly.

”Oh... oh fuck, Falco...” Fox murrs while he was making himself comfortable by letting his body slump back against the couch and with his eyes watching intently how his friend got to work on his hard meat which was oozing some more of that slippery pre into the bird's mouth.

The taste of that transparent fluid was enough to drive Falco on with that beak finally closing down and around McCloud's leaking fox cock, the firm beak working like a cock ring and making the furred male's meat even more rigid than it already was. That mouth was like a damn heaven, the warmth and wetness surrounding Fox's cock and that slippery bird tongue slathering the prick with the slippery spit. The tongue took care of every inch which entered in that beak, not as gentle anymore as it firmly presses against the veins and strokes along the length.

”Mmm mmm...” Were the eager, muffled moans escaping from Falco's beak as he sucks off his team leader, focusing on the top part of Fox's cock at first; mainly at the swollen helmet head, since it made McCloud almost cream the inside of Falco's beak whenever the avian touched it with his slender tongue. As fun as it was to make Fox squirm with delight, he felt the need for more. Using his strong tongue he angles Fox's shaft to slide towards his throat instead of his cheek, allowing the bird to work his face closer to the furred male's crotch.

When it came to Fox, he wasn't the talkative type of guy during sex, rather just enjoying the feeling in silence. No matter how many times he did this with Falco, it always surprised him just how damn good the avian was at it. He felt how that sensitive helmet slid far enough to bump against the back of Falco's throat, only for the tongue to bump it slightly to send it sliding down that tight, slippery passage. This got a rather loud moan out of McCloud, making him thrust his hips upwards by instinct which made sure to push the throbbing fox cock balls deep into the bird's mouth, without a single gag even.

Falco himself was enjoying it just as much as Fox was, taking that cock deep down his beak all the way to the root with the avian's experienced throat working on the top half, squeezing and massaging along the leaking head and his tongue taking care of the bottom half within his mouth. To be blunt, Falco was a damn expert when it came to cock-sucking, the slippery tongue working around the base of Fox's dick and milking it for that warm, slimy pre-nut and the throat more than eagerly squeezing it out of the tip and swallowing it down. He didn't seem ashamed of this either as he soon begins jerking his head up and down, not by much, just to work an inch or two of McCloud rigid prick back and forth from his throat and filling the room with the wet squelches and faint gurgling from that precum lubed passage.

With how horned up Falco seemed to be, it was no surprise when his right wing went down to help himself get slightly more comfortable. This meant opening up his own pants and shoving them down to let the avian's own raging hard-on out to the open rather than holding it trapped within the confines of his pants.

Those strong blue legs were still spread, which provided Fox with one of his own favorite views, the sight of Falco's crotch and that quite large bird schlong that stood at it's full hardness. Falco's junk was quite special in that it seemed to represent a sheath slightly more than it did a humanoid cock. To be exact it seemed more like a cross between an uncircumsized cock and a dog's sheath, having a fuzzy foreskin covering all nine inches of the bird's dick with only the very tip of his own sensitive head peeking out from below the furry cockskin.

By wiggling those strong hips and legs of his, Falco manages to slowly slide his pants far enough down to strip them off with his talons, this of course providing Fox with almost hypnotic sight of the falcon's big bird meat bouncing up and down along with the movements of his hips. Even while Falco was doing this, he didn't give up on McCloud's cock for a single second, shoving it down his tight throat and forcing the Fox to moan out loud from the pleasure whether he wanted or not, wetly slobbering all over Fox's meat.

The sudden beeping interrupted both of the males focus quite suddenly, a sound both of them knew all too well. It was Fox's personal communicator which was hanging from his waist. Sure Falco didn't seem to pay too much mind, but Fox did have to pick it up since it might have been an incoming call from the general for all he knew.

”Keep it down, Falco. I got to get this.” Fox only tells his friend, before reaching a hand up to his ear to turn the tiny earpiece on and accept the incoming call, after which it felt like his eardrums were going to explode from the high pitched voice.

”Foooooox! I think I need some help!” That whiny voice couldn't belong to anyone else except the all too familiar toad, making Fox almost facepalm himself from the pure annoyance.

”Nnh, what is it Slippy? Did you forget something?” McCloud speaks up, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible even if he was halfway to heaven with the blue bird suckling onto his cock. Luckily Falco had taken Fox's advice and at least was trying to keep himself quiet, other than occasional, quiet slurp which escapes from his beak.

”I think I might have sorta... well kinda... gotten ambushed.” Those words seemed to get Fox's attention and make the relaxed vulpine almost jump up from his seat.

”What? Where?” Fox asks and gives the falcon a pat on the back and motioning him to stop what he was doing and to move his head. ”How many of them are there?” He groans after asking that as he feels that spit soaked cock of his now sliding out of the confines of that warm beak and throat, back into the cooler room temperature. ”I'm on my way then.” Was the last thing to come out of the furred male's mouth, before jumping up from the couch and tucking his still erect junk back into his pants, making it tent out quite obviously, but he didn't have time to worry about such things.

Falco seemed very disappointed by this as anyone could tell by the look on his face. He had been really horned up during the couple past days, plus each of his lays; mainly Fox, had been busy with something else, which meant leaving the bird blueballed day after another. ”You gotta be kidding me.” That came from falcon's beak was clear sign of how frustrated he was feeling. This might have been his only chance to have some fun for the next few days and it was interrupted by a teammate who couldn't take care of himself?

”Slippy's in trouble. Sounds like his date turned out to be an ambush. It's just one guy according to him, so I can take care of it. You just hang in tight and I'll be back soon, okay?” McCloud speaks out while adjusting his clothes some and then turning his head to look at Falco once more. ”I promise I'll make this up to you.”

With that Fox was gone, rushing out the door to the direction of the flight deck, leaving the blue bird laying there on the couch without his pants along with a rigid boner and a serious case of blue balls.

”For fuck's sakes...” Came the annoyed grunt from the bird, who then proceeded to get up from the couch. The truth was that this was not the first time this had happened, far from it. With Fox being their leader, he was constantly called out whether it was to simple meetings or to consult him, to brief him about upcoming missions or such.

Falco knew it would be at least an hour or two; maybe even three, before Fox would return and have time to pick it up from where they left off, so he might just as well give up on his chance to get to fool around with the furred male today.

”Might as well check in on Peppy...” Falco mutters to himself quietly as he himself heads over to the door through which two of his team members had rushed out one after another.

Ever since few missions ago, Peppy had actually been demoted to security; the chief of security on the ship to be exact, but it was still quite the ways away from being a wingman on the legendary team Starfox. It wasn't from anything he did, but the hare was simply getting too old to partake in intense space combat any longer. He had been given a chance to step down completely to live a normal life with his daughter, but he didn't want to leave the team for good at which point he was offered to stay at the main ship in charge of the security.

That being said, Peppy himself was currently seated at the main security office, tweaking and focusing the video feed for the newest cameras they had installed around the ship in replacement for the old ones to get both clearer and wider view of the areas where the cameras were pointed.

”So are you going to just stand there or...?” The hare suddenly speaks up without even turning around. He was focused at his work, but he could tell when someone was looking at him... that and the fact that one of the video feeds in front of him did show the room he was currently at and he could see the familiar blue bird standing at the doorway. ”Didn't bother to even put your pants on, hmm?”

Sure enough, Falco hadn't bothered to do such, standing there only with his red shirt and silver vest on, leaving those toned blue feathered legs in plain view along with his crotch as well. His arousal from earlier had subsided, but even so anyone to look at him could see the avian's fuzzy junk swinging between his legs in between the red thuft right above the base of his dick and the plump nuts below.

”Didn't see any reason to do so.” Falco replies as he waltzes into the room and over to where the hare was sitting to look over the screens shortly, before bringing his attention at Peppy and the adjustments he was doing for the cameras. ”Any luck with those?” He wasn't really all too interested in this stuff, but thought to make some small-talk.

”Oh they are working fine... for the most part. It would be easier if I didn't have to watch plain faggotry going on at the other side of the screen.” The hare turns his head slowly to glare at Falco some. ”How many times have I told you two to turn off the camera if you want to get intimate. Not everyone wants to see it, you know?”

Indeed one of the screens did show that very room where Falco and Fox had been a while ago, meaning that the old hare had gotten a pretty clear view of what was going on and it was not the first time it had happened either.

”Take it easy comrade. You can't expect us to always remember these things. Besides, you can just as easily do it from here with one click of a button.” Falco himself was actually suspecting that Peppy actually liked watching those intimate video feeds more than he let on. He even had his suspicions that Peppy had used the cameras to record some of those sessions for later use. Oh that voyeuristic old hare.

”Well never the less... since you are here, you might as well help me with these things. Couple of the new cameras we installed at the cargo bay aren't responding nor transmitting their feed. Since I cannot do both; go adjust the cameras and keep an eye on the feed, you can go down there and double check the cameras while I keep an eye on the feed here.”  Seems like the old hare still hadn't lost his touch at commanding his old team mates around. Of course all Fox, Falco and Slippy did still consider the old hare as their team member and therefore didn't really talk back to him as they might have done to just plain security officer.

”Sure, I got nothing better to do before Fox gets back anyway. I'll call you once I get down there.” The falcon says as he looks over the dozens of screens in front of him once again, with the amount of new cameras their whole station was safer than a maximum security prison.

”They are the cameras 111 and 113!” Falco hears Peppy calling after him as the blue avian walks out of the room and heads down the hallway towards the elevator at the end. Still without pants, but with how empty the hallways were, it's not like he was going to run into anyone as long as he didn't head to the upper decks where the rest of the living quarters were.

The elevator ride didn't take for long, but it reminded Falco why he didn't come down here too often. It was dark and cold down there, only a few lights up at the ceiling and a good half of them were flickering. Being without pants made sure the avian could feel the cool breeze blowing against his bare thighs and junk as he steps out of the elevator and to the large cargo bay. It was pretty much what one would expect with giant cargo containers stacked over and by each others, as far as an eye could see.

”So... 111 and 113... they should be...” Falco mutters to himself as he looks around himself. With all his surroundings looking the same with those containers surrounding him, it was rather disorienting and hard to find one's way around in there. ”Ah yes, near the hatch...” The blue avian mutters to himself as he heads towards the far end up the cargo bay, which was srprisingly quiet. It was literally like a crypt with nothing more than Falco's own footsteps echoing from the walls and containers around him.

Finally the blue avian reaches the end with the large and currently sealed doorway and the escape hatch straight above it. Speaking of the hatch, there was a camera located right below it with clear white numbers ”111” painted along the side. Looking left and along the wall, there was another camera not too far away with the numbers ”113” instead, both of them pointing at the very spot where Falco was standing.

”Hm, weird...” Falco only muttered as he walked over to the camera number 111 and slips his wing under his vest to fidget around with his communicator which was hanging from the inside pocket to dial Peppy to the other end. Being focused at this he held his head low due to which he didn't notice how the hatch above him slowly opened up.

Then a sudden smack landed right across the avian's head. Falco didn't even see it coming, but it left his ears ringing and made the bird wobble shakily to the side, before collapsing down to his knees on the hard, cold floor.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck...” The blue feathered male curses under his breath with his wings holding onto his head. For a moment he felt like he was going to pass out, but he managed to pull himself together and only leave himself with a sharp pain pounding at the temple of his head.

”I certainly wasn't expecting you, but no matter. It just makes my work easier.” A voice spoke, which Falco himself recognized the moment he heard it, knowing this voice all too well.

”Wolf?!” The falcon gasps out and turns his head to find exactly what he had been expecting. There was the grey furred male who's voice he had just called out, standing in his tasteless black get-up with the blue vest and spiky shoulderpads which were practically spelling out 'I'm the villain' to anyone who looked at him. On top of that Wolf was holding a gun in his grasp with the barrel aimed down at the bird on his knees.

”I see you're doing as... chipper, as usual.” Wolf's voice was full of sarcasm and it had that same grin plastered across his muzzle as always.

”Hah, right back at yourself, Wolfy. You know, if you're looking for Fox, you're late. He left already and once others notice you're on the station by yourself, you have no way to escape.” Falco seemed almost amused by the situation with his tone. How could their arch-nemesis be so stupid as to walk right into their base.

”You really think I'm that stupid? I'm almost insulted.” O'Donnell replies with a chuckle. ”I got a pretty nice tip that some people were changing their surveillance cameras... so what a better time to pay you a little visit.” Wolf was waving his gun lightly from side to side as he spoke, though he still had it aimed at the bird who was still down on his knees before him. ”And as for myself, sneaking inside your station is way easier by myself and besides, I had Leon take care of that annoying toad friend of yours, since I knew Fox would run to his aid.” It was clear the lupine was very proud of his plan the way he recapped it for the avian on the floor, who he returned his attention to. ”All that I didn't count in was that you'd come snooping down here.”

All the while that Falco remained on his knees he had his side turned to the wolf, frantically trying to think how to get out of this situation since he didn't have any of his weapons with him. With his side turned though, he could perhaps sneakily turn on his communicator and contact Peppy or Fox to let them know what was up.

”Hah, I guess it just isn't my day.” The blue feathered male finally speaks up, making some light chit-chat while his right wing slowly slides down along the right side of his face and down onto his chest from where it reaches inside his vest.

However Falco didn't even manage to touch the communicator, before Wolf's right foot suddenly came up and made contact with the bird's right shoulder, sending the avian stumbling backwards. His back ends up smacking right at one of the containers and makes the avian fall down to the cold floor on his bare ass.

”Oh you're not...” Wolf started, though seemed to trail off as he was now facing Falco, allowing the furry male to notice something that had escaped his field of vision when the bird had been down on his knees. The damn falcon was butt naked and with the way he was seated now by the container with those legs spread, it left the avian's floppy junk in plain view. ”Why the fuck aren't you wearing pants?”

Falco grunted as he once again gathered his thoughts, before focusing on Wolf, who seemed very intent on keeping that gun pointed in his direction. While to the avian it was no big deal being without pants, it did seem to give quite a shock to the opposing team, in this case Wolf. ”Why not? You don't like it?” Falco asks with that ever so cocky voice of his, keeping his attitude the same even when he had a gun aimed his way.

”Hmm... quite the opposite actually. I think you'd make a fine little butt-slut.” Were Wolf's next words, coming literally out of nowhere and yet it just seemed to make the grin on the lupine's muzzle even wider.

Falco had been pretty much ignoring Wolf's blabbering so far, but those last words made the falcon perk up and wonder if he had heard the male right. Certainly he must have misheard the lupine.

”Oh come on Lombardi. A sexy, well hung bird like you deserves a good and hard dicking.” It didn't seem possible at first, but as Wolf went on, it really started to seem like O'Donnell wasn't just kidding and soon enough he proceeds to show Falco just how far he's willing to go. ”Why don't you just make yourself comfy...” Wolf stopped as his right paw slides down to grab onto the waistband of his pants.

Whether Falco wanted to believe his eyes or not, he had a front row seat to see how Wolf snaps open the belt he was wearing, which seemed to be the only thing holding his pants up. Just a push down afterwards and those black pants came falling down around his boots, leaving the grey furred male standing there just as bare as the falcon himself was.

As if this wasn't bad enough, Falco actually found himself getting excited as he watches Wolf fumbling around with his pants. Sure Wolf is; and always has been, the bad guy, but there was no denying that he was quite the handsome man and considering how Falco had been left blueballed during the couple past days, it wasn't that surprising how Falco's fuzzy bird dick began hardening between his legs with the hidden tip being pulled higher and higher up with each throb that pumps blood through his groin.

Unlike McCloud, Wolf seemed to take the same commando approach as Falco, meaning as those pants came falling down there was nothing underneath obstructing the view to the lupine's bare, furry crotch from which that soft, floppy wolf meat was hanging from. The differences from Fox didn't stop there though as Falco found himself staring at the uncut wolf cock which was still soft, but just by looking at it, one could tell it was bigger than McCloud's... heck, it was bigger than the bird's own dick was when soft.

It wasn't like Wolf's prick remained at that flaccid state for long, beginning to very much imitate the throbbing that Falco's own cock was doing as that wolf meat began growing and thickening right before the blue bird's eyes.

The feathered male found his breathing growing deeper and more audible and he was unable to stop it as he saw how those thick veins along Wolf's cock filled with blood and began bulging below the skin and how that bit of cockskin on the lupine's dick began pulling backwards over the head as it reached the size of eight inches... then nine... then ten, at which point it seemed to stop. Ten inches of raw, thick wolf cock now presented to the bird and he couldn't get a single word out of his beak as Wolf's hand came down to wrap those fingers around the shaft and then with a wet slurp, peeling the little bit of foreskin that he had, back and over the head to leave the moist cockhead out in the open.

”We're gonna have fun with this thing...” Wolf had surely noticed how the falcon had been watching his dick, which told him more than thousand words could.

Falco himself couldn't even think straight. Normally he might have tried to actually resist those filthy thoughts plaguing his mind right now, but having had his needs constantly ignored over the past few days was way too much.

Wolf of course was still holding onto his gun; the metal one that is, just in case something were to go wrong, since the lupine was out of his own territory being on the opposing side's space station. He did feel confident enough to take a step forward though and closer to the blue avian whose cock was literally bouncing up and down with each throb from the pure excitement.

The next thing caught O'Donnell off guard though, something he hadn't been expecting to happen despite how horned up the falcon did seem to be. Wolf didn't even have time to lift his gun as Falco quite literally leapt forward and pretty much faceplanted into the wolf's furry crotch with his beak first, earning a surprised gasp from the lupine, before he felt that hot breath washing over the fur.

Falco was just as surprised by his own actions as Wolf was, finding his wings from the lupine's hips and his beak buried against the grey furred male's cock base and crotch fuzz, inhaling loud enough for the Wolf to clearly hear it.

”Oh god... so good...” Falco found himself thinking as his nostrils caught the strong smell of musk and sweat off that crotch. For Falco who had gotten used to fooling around with Fox; the man who took even overly good care of his hygiene, it was completely different experience to catch a whiff off Wolf's groin. No smell of shampoo or deodorant ruining it, just the raw musk and smell of a man's dick that had been marinating in his sweat within those pants for couple days at least. Just inhaling this smell through his nostrils was making Falco's cockhead dribble with precum, sticking to the tip of his cocksheath and from there falling to the floor between their legs.

”Holy fuck Lombardi... I've heard guys calling you a manwhore, but I thought they were joking.” Wolf was of course surprised by this turn of events. He had thought he would have to rape the falcon to submission, but it seems all he had to do with the horned up male was to expose himself and the bird was whimpering on his heels.

”Mmnn, fuck you Wolf... you sexy son of a bitch...” Came Falco's reply as that beak began slowly following the lupine's rock hard dick from the base towards the tip. Each inch that he passed got just as good of a sniffing as the previous one, drugging the avian's mind and forcing him even further into the submissive state.

Finally his beak reached that tip, the mushroom head which was still half hidden below the stretchy foreskin, but even so his nose got the full dose of the 'stench' as some would describe it. It wasn't bad by any means; as it made Falco's cock dribble precum in almost continuous stream, but with Wolf's dickhead marinating in sweat underneath that foreskin, it was sure to give off a smell that only certain people could appreciate.

In the midst of all this Falco had even forgotten the real reason why he came there, the fact that he was there to help Peppy out with the cameras. The hare was sure to come and check in on him if he would take too long, but that was the last thing on falcon's mind currently. If he was caught like this, it would be the biggest crisis in years to find one of the members of legendary team; Starfox, on his knees and worshipping the cock that belonged to their arch-enemy.

Falco just couldn't really care less for what others might think of him, in his mind he was outright praising that ten inch wolf meat. ”It's so much bigger than Fox... and it smells so fucking amazing.”

Wolf was still quite taken back by how cooperative the avian actually was, but he wasn't about to complain. The lupine had more than couple times been fantasizing what it might feel like to have Falco working on his dick and right now that fantasy was coming true. He was even letting his guard down as he placed than gun from his paw and back to it's holster, not seeing the need to to try and force the avian to do anything, since he was doing it willingly.

Wolf does keep his eyes on the falcon though, his eyes following how that yellow beak opens up and proceeds to move in, though rather than just diving straight in, the falcon rather uses his beak to softly close it around the tip to get a good hold of Wolf's foreskin and withdrawing his head afterwards. That beak had a good, firm hold of O'Donnell's cockskin right now, pulling it further over the head and stretching it as if it was made of rubber. Of course being skin, it did stretch out couple inches of so, but then came to the end of it's length and began instead softly tugging at Wolf's cock.

”Mmh, stop fooling around Lombardi. We don't have time for that.” Wolf eventually speaks up, though Falco seemed more than ready to dive in, which is exactly what he did. One moment th stretched out skin was tugging at O'Donnell's dick and the next, the blue avian was already gobbling his prick up.

Unlike with Fox, the blue bird didn't go straight down, no. He took only about a quarter of that fat lupine schlong up to his beak, before getting to work on it. Wolf could actually feel his knees buckling, when the nimble bird tongue quite roughly shoved it's way under the stretchy foreskin to rub against the moist, sensitive head. As the falcon had expected, this managed to extract all the air from Wolf's lungs in a form of a loud moan and a hefty spurt of precum right across falcon's tongue.

”Oh shit... Falco, calm down...” Wolf was now the one whimpering from how the horny bird was slobbering on his cock, but Falco was only getting started. That tongue didn't stop it's administrations for a single second, beginning to slowly work it's way around O'Donnell's wet cockhead below the foreskin. The thin tip of that bird tongue went far enough to partially wrap around the cockhead and tug onto it from behind the rim, milking that sensitive nub for more of the salty pre-nut.

The falcon was acting like possessed with mad glint in his eyes, not even bothering to swallow what Wolf did give him, which meant that the slimy cocksnot ended up mixing with his spit and then dribble out from his beak, both onto the floor as well as onto the lupine's dick, slathering that whole pillar of flesh in the slippery mess as it runs down Wolf's cock and onto his furry crotch where it begins matting down the fur.

Despite Wolf having had quite a few lays during his life, the way the avian was working on his knob was the most intense he had ever felt and was pushing the Wolf towards a way too early climax. That being said, Wolf didn't want this to end up being a quickie, since he knew he might never have a chance to fool around with the blue feathered male again.

It was only made worse when the lupine was taken by surprise as Falco finally dove in for the kill, all ten inches of the wolf cock disappearing down the bird's gullet with the hard beak smacking against O'Donnell's crotch with the falcon taking another deep sniff right off the male's sweaty and now spit lathered pubic fur.

”Fuck!” That voice rang loud through the dark cargo bay with Wolf's paws quickly grabbing Falco's head and rather surprisingly, shoving him backwards and off that cock.

Caught by surprise, the blue feathered avian ends up stumbling backwards and falling upon his back on the hard floor, looking like a complete wreck with how both his spit and Wolf's pre were staining his beak and how his own rigid, fuzzy bird meat was pointing up towards the ceiling, now leaking that clear bird pre onto his own belly and staining the shirt he was wearing.

As for Wolf, he didn't look any better the way he stood there with his shake legs, panting hard with his cock hard as steel and leaking the clear precum in almost continuous stream, which dribbles down to the floor to a puddle that Falco's pre-nut had already formed.

Falco was not about to let up on Wolf though, the avian regaining his composure in few seconds and pushing himself upwards with his hands, only to find Wolf at the verge of his climax. It seemed like O'Donnell had barely managed to keep himself from blowing right there and then.

This sight however made Falco want to make the lupine to spill his spunk even more and he wasn't afraid to make a complete whore out of himself in the process. Quickly the falcon spins around on his spot and presents Wolf with a view than many would pay to see.

That blue feathered ass was now high up in the air, the tail feathers lifted out of the way to give Wolf a perfect view of Falco's round and toned ass. Those meaty globes and the faintly red tinted crack in between with a tight pucker in between which was almost visibly begging to be pierced on a hard cock with the way it was winking at Wolf.

The falcon's wings were down between his legs and quickly wrapped around his drooling bird meat to start stroking the cocksheath covered avian length right there under the lupine's watchful eye. ”I can't take it anymore... fuck me Wolf. Stick that fat wolf dick in me.” Falco was practically begging now, while slowly shaking his ass from side to side to put on as erotic and unresistable display for Wolf as he could.

O'Donnell himself was not about to turn down such an offer. He knew he wouldn't be able to last for long even if he tried, but heck, it he was going to empty his nuts, it might as well be in that sexy bird ass.

”Who knew the big and proud Falco Lombardi was actually just another damn cock slut.” Wolf taunts the horny bird, while taking a step up behind the feathery male and kneels down by that ass, not wasting time in sticking his dick right up and hotdogging his wolf meat between those two cheeks with the underside of his schlong pressed right up and against the tight bird pucker.

”Just... just fuck me, Wolf. Fox has been way too busy to please me lately. I need to be fucked right now.” Falco kept begging in between the huffing, his heart racing in his chest and his wing jerking onto his own bird cock with just as rapid speed.

”Hah, I heard rumors about you two, but I was never sure if they were true. Since you know the fox that well though, tell me... is he as big as me?” It seemed like the roles had changed, now it was Wolf whose turn it was to make the avian squirm with anticipation and need.

That question would have normally taken some time for Falco to think through, could he tell their enemy such a thing? Telling anything about Fox directly to Wolf was almost like betraying the team, so thankfully no one else was there to hear how Falco spoke up without even blinking an eye. ”Not even close... you're so much bigger, Wolf. Oh god, just fuck me already!”

Wolf grinned wide from this and finally seemed satisfied enough to give the cock hungry bird exactly what he was asking for. Grinding his hips back and forth Wolf makes sure to smear the mixture of spit and pre from his cock and all over the falcon's ass crack, before withdrawing his hips just enough to align the uncut head with the bird's needy pucker.

The whole cargo bay echoed with the caws and moans of Falco's as his eager hole was pierced with the thick pillar of wolf meat. It spread open quite easily around the rigid wolf dick, which forced it's way into the tight love tunnel and didn't stop until a good half of that throbbing lupine prick had disappeared into the red and blue bird ass.

”Mmm, let's go all the way, shall we? Let's explore your depths further than Fox ever did.” Wolf kept on taunting the submissive avian he had under his control now. He didn't ask how Falco was feeling or if he wanted to go on. He just told the falcon what he was going to do, right before pulling his hips backwards couple inches and then slamming balls deep into that feathered ass.

”Kawwww!” Was the only thing Falco got out of his beak, his whole body tensing up as he felt Wolf's cock not only nudging his insides and the sensitive prostate, but roughly slamming further in and against it. This had direct consequenses in the form of a thick, white bird cum that came erupting out of Falco's cock and right across the floor below him as well as onto his wings still grasping his prick. Never before in his life had he had such an intense orgasm and he could feel how his nuts were almost painfully pushing all that hot spunk out a load after another, right through his cock and to a small puddle below himself.

Naturally the climax did make Falco's whole body to tense up and the inner rear muscles to tightly clamp down around Wolf's ten inch meat. That ass could be felt almost literally sucking and pulling onto Wolf's cock right now with each one of it's muscles, squeezing the fat shaft  with all of it's strength.

Both seeing and feeling the bird's climax made O'Donnell chuckle quietly as his runs his paws over both of those tense, toned rumpcheeks of the avian, pushing them against each others around the base of his schlong as he seemed to wait it out and let the falcon finish his climax.

It did last a good twenty seconds at least, before Falco's body finally relaxed and almost slumped down, but Wolf was quick to grab onto the bird's hips to keep that ass at least high up in the air as he wasn't done with it yet.

With the avian's body at it's hyper sensitive post-climax state, it was perfect time to screw the male stupid and make the bird quite literally scream out his name.

Wolf wasn't exactly gentle with the way his paws grabbed a firm hold of Falco's hips and how the lupine began reeling his own hips backwards, tugging a good half of his uncut meat out of the pulsating bird pucker, only to drive it in as hard and fast as he did earlier, once again driving the foreskinned head of his cock right up and against the now overly sensitive bird prostate within.

”Gaaahhh! Fuuuuuuckkk! Wooooolf!” Those screams began echoing throughout the whole cargo bay over and over again as each one of Wolf's thrusts drove him right up and against the falcon's most sensitive spot. It felt like Wolf was beating him up from the inside and if he had not cum earlier, he would have now at least. All Falco could do at his weakened state was squirm around and moan in protest as Wolf fucked that tight bird ass and stretched the hole wide open around his almost foot long ass wrecker.

It did pay out the way Falco had slobbered over Wolf's cock earlier at least, making it slightly easier for the lupine to drive his meaty rod up the bird's ass repeatedly. The only thing reminding the falcon about the earlier blowjob was the wet slapping as Wolf's strong, grey furred hips come in contact with the avian's blue and red ass, each thrust driving the hard wolf sausage balls deep within the confines of that rump and making Falco cry out.

Due to the earlier blowjob though, it didn't take more than a minute or two at max to have Wolf panting like a feral beast behind the falcon. That is quite accurately what O'Donnell was right now, fucking the blue feathered avian doggy style there on the cold floor and growling down to the manwhore of a bird who was about to get his ass filled to the brim.

There was no warning; other than how Wolf's panting was getting louder, before the horny lupine drives himself once more balls deep into that bird butt and releasing the hot, slimy cocksnot deep into the tight bird rear squeezing onto his dick.

Both the males were moaning at this point, the falcon feeling how his sensitive prostate got a real cum shower straight off the tip of wolf's prick, while the lupine rode out his climax and enjoyed how that hot spunk surrounded his meat from all around and how the inner muscles were causing the sperm to slosh around around the still ejaculating wolf dick.

They both rode it out for what felt like ages. It was barely half a minute, but to both of them it felt more like five and by the end Falco could feel how some of that sticky wolf seed was trickling out from around the meat rod still inserted in him.

“Damn... hnnh... that was quite something birdy...” Wolf pants out, his muzzle open and with his tongue hanging out slightly as he tries to catch his breath, but at least he managed to speak unlike Falco, who was just drooling onto the floor with his eyes fluttering. Wolf could only grin as he saw the state to which he had fucked the needy bird, but this was no time to compromise the mission he had set out to do.

Falco could feel the lupine's paw patting his back a couple times; rather sudden, but the blue avian still wasn't quite ready to react to it just yet. Not that he had to, since Wolf didn't exactly need the falcon to help him as he began pulling his hips backwards and withdrawing his softening wolf cock from within that cum filled hole.

All that one could hear was the wet pop along with a relieved sigh from Falco as the uncut wolf prick slips free from the blue and red ass, leaving that ass up in the air with the loose pucker not dribbling with the sticky, white wolf sperm which runs down along his taint and to the bird's now empty balls from where it drips down to the floor to the puddle of the avian's own cum.

Falco could hear Wolf standing up and fumbling with his own clothes somewhere behind him, finally feeling some of his strength returning to his limbs now as he shakily pushes his upper body up and off the ground to take a glance at the grey furred male over his shoulder.

O'Donnell didn't even seem to care about cleaning himself up, since the falcon got to witness how the lupine's cum coated prick was tucked back in those pants at the state it was in.

The feathered male was still feeling too weak to completely stand up, unlike Wolf who seemed to be all ready to head off, though what caught the avia off guard was when O'Donnell stepped up to him once more, gave squeeze to his cum leaking ass and whispered those words that would haunt him from this day forward. “If you happen to feel like it, we got an opening in the Star Wolf team.”

Falco knew he shouldn't have even thought about it, but even to his horror, he actually found himself considering it. It might have been the afterglow he was in that made him think such things, but it didn't seem like Wolf wanted an answer now as the lupine had already made his way to the ladders than lead up to the hatch from which he had originally assaulted Falco from.

“Think about it.” Were the last words, before the grey furred male quickle jumped up the steps and disappeared to the darkness through the hatch, leaving Falco where on his all fours with his ass wrecked and a seed of uncertainty planted to his mind.

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“Mission accomplished...” Wolf smirks to himself as he sits himself to the seat of the stealth ship he had used to sneak in on the opposing side's space station with. “Screen on. Tracker on. Mic on.”

With those words the large screen before him lighted up and brought up a large galactic map, which seemed to have one rather bright light near the middle that had the familiar name of 'Falco' hovering next to it. Looking at Wolf grins to himself widely, leaning back and lifting those boots of his on the control panel.

“You will come to me eventually... no matter how many bugs or ideas I have to plant on you...” Clearly Wolf's plan had only just been set to motion.