"Are you serious, Fox?" A familiar blue bird gazed in awe at a table topped with succulent exotic meats, vegetables, desserts, and drinks.


"Of course I'm serious," Fox McCloud, the leader of Team Star Fox, had just prepared a surprise feast consisting of many exquisite dishes that had been offered to his team as a reward for their resounding success in driving off an enemy Venomian fleet from Corneria's skies several days ago. "The food's right in front of you, isn't it?"


"Geez, Fox, I dunno about this," Slippy Toad, the team's engineer and tech specialist, reluctantly scanned the gourmet cuisine in front of him. "A lot of these things look like they have stuff I'm allergic to in them..."


"Well, don't be afraid to eat what you can, Slippy," Fox assured his teammate, "even if it's just a couple bites. This feast is for all of us, so I want everyone to get their fill. Besides, you know Falco and I will finish whatever the rest of you don't!"


Falco chuckled to himself at the idea of trying to engorge on a feast fit for a dozen men by himself with Fox, "I'll certainly try, Fox, but I'm not even sure just the two of us will be able to down this entire potluck by ourselves. Krystal? Peppy?" Falco looked to the rest of the team, expecting them to chime in about their eagerness to chow down on the luxurious feast that awaited them.


"Oh? Me?" Peppy laughed, "I don't think so! Well, I'll probably have some of the corn and peas, but all that meat and those desserts are yours for the taking!"


"You boys are so silly," Krystal, the only female member of Team Star Fox finally spoke up, "you could have just taken some of the food as a reward and left the rest behind! Now we have way more than we know what to do with, and knowing you two especially," she looked to Fox and Falco, who were practically drooling waiting to dig in to the feast after everyone had a chance to speak, "you'll probably try way too hard to finish it all before it goes bad, won't you?" Krystal giggled to herself. "And although I appreciate the sentiment, Fox, I'm really not all that hungry right now, anyway!" Peppy and Slippy nodded in agreement at Krystal's declaration.


"Well, we can't exactly go back and return it now," Fox explained, "I just went through all the trouble of preparing everything for us! Can you guys at least each try to eat what you can? Don't forget we've got an important mission in the morning, and we may very well be stationed in Katina the entire day with no food! If there ever was a time to eat as much as you can, it's now."


"Oh, I suppose you're right." Krystal realized, remembering the scarce opportunities to eat while they were usually stationed some place or another. "Well, in that case, I'll try to sample a bit of everything and then head to sleep," she briefly scanned the table, "but as it stands now, it looks like you and Bird Brain here are going to be responsible for finishing most of this off!"


"Fine with me." Falco concluded, "Now, whaddya say you guys grab your share so Fox and I can get to destroying all this food ourselves?"


Peppy, Slippy, and Krystal all perused the table and each grabbed the foods they wanted to eat, placing them on their plates. All three of them had chosen very modest portions and walked away to dine in a different room, leaving Fox and Falco with the majority of the food as Krystal predicted. The two main pilots had loaded up their plates with various meats and vegetables, and were already beginning to feast. "Mmmmm," Fox moaned as he chewed his food and swallowed, "this ham is amazing!"


"Uh huh," Falco said between bites, "and it goes so well with these potatoes. I could eat this stuff forever!" The fox and the bird continued to chow down on their spoils as one plate turned into two, then three. Both pilots could feel their bellies growing in size as the amount of food on the table continued to dwindle. Fox suddenly found his mouth to be a bit dry, and noticed that he hadn't even touched the lemonade on the other end of the table. He reached over to the pitcher and grabbed it, pouring himself a glass and feeling the heaviness in his abdomen as he did so. After taking a sip, Fox's eyes lit up and he began to drink more.


"Jeez, even the lemonade's amazing! Try some, Falco!" Fox urged his teammate, passing the pitcher over to the blue bird.


"If you say so," Falco replied, pouring himself a glass and taking a big sip. "Woah! You're right, haha!" Fox and Falco continued to drink the lemonade and eat the veggies and meats in front of them. Eventually, an hour had passed and the two pilots had just about as much as they could take.


"Phew," Fox sighed, rubbing his now very full belly through his shirt, "this has to be the most food I've ever eaten in my whole life..."


"Hah..." Falco exhaled, rubbing his belly as well and belching loudly. UUURP! "Yep....same here..."


"Did we get everything?" Fox asked, looking at all the near-empty plates in front of them on the table, only seeing a few scraps of food on each of them.


"I think so," Falco said, looking over the table once more. "Wait a sec..." Falco saw a small dish of some sort sitting under one of the empty plates. "We might be missing one..." Falco leaned forward and removed the plate, revealing a small casserole with what appeared to be about two servings in it. The bird looked at the dish, then over at Fox. "Do you...think you can finish it?"


"What is it? Do you know?" Fox asked, not very willing to eat any more thanks to his overly-full belly.


"Hmmm..." Falco struggled to figure out what exactly was in the dish. It appeared to be a casserole of some sorts with some kind of purple fruits layered on top. "Well, it won't hurt to try it!" Falco decided, cutting himself half of the dish and placing it onto his plate. "This'll be it for me, though. I definitely can't eat any more than this..." Falco grabbed his fork and took a bite of the casserole, chewing slowly as he tried to determine what it was. "Hmm...I don't think I've ever had this fruit before, but I like it a lot!"


"Really?" Fox asked, "let me try some of that!" The fox leaned forward and took the rest of what was in the small dish. Taking a bite, the lead pilot seemed to like what he was tasting. "Mmmmm...this is great!" Fox said, eating the casserole with Falco until they were both finished with it.


"Hold on, Falco," Fox said, seeing a small slip of paper taped to the side of the dish they had just eaten from. "'World Famous Prune Casserole', huh? That's why the flavor was familiar!"


"Prunes?" Falco asked for confirmation, feeling slightly nervous from what he'd heard about 'nature's laxative' in the past. "We aren't, uh...gonna get diarrhea or anything, are we, Fox?"


Fox was pretty familiar with the effects of prunes. When he would have bathroom issues as a cub, his mother would have him drink prune juice to remedy them. "With the amount of food we ate, definitely not," Fox affirmed. "Things'll still be solid on the way out if you know what I mean. We just might need to drop all this food off sooner than expected is all..."


"Really?" Falco said, only focusing on the fact that he wouldn't be having the runs, "that's great news!" The bird stretched his wings and yawned before standing up. "I'm gonna go and enter this food coma I've got coming on. See ya tomorrow, Fox!" Falco said, walking away and rubbing his grumbling belly.


"Same here," Fox said, standing up after him with a hand on his stomach as well, walking slowly to his room where he'd go to sleep until waking up for the mission the next morning.


The squad of Cornerian defenders took the next 7 hours to rest up and prepare for what was sure to be an arduous mission they'd be faced with down on Katina.


Finally, they began to wake up. After some quick stretches, the team took the next half hour to perform their basic morning routines. While Slippy, Peppy, and Krystal took turns showering and brushing their teeth in the restroom on their side of the ship, Fox and Falco did the same in their respective jointly-shared restroom on the other side.


Fox had noticed as he entered the bathroom that the showerhead was running, and Falco was already in front of the sink, bare of a shirt with his belt on the floor, presumably about to shower. "Oh, didn't mean to walk-in on ya like that. Should I come back when you're out?"


"Nah, you're fine, Fox," the avian casually began to strip out of his pajama pants, leaving himself near bare in only a pair of tight, spotted boxers. "Do whatcha gotta do, I just need a quick rinse before we land."


"Yeah, sure..." Fox found himself replying in an almost automatic fashion, his gaze fixated on the tight, defined bulge between his friend's legs. "Maybe it's just 'cause the hot water hasn't heated the bathroom up yet, but have you always been so... uh..." Fox trailed off as he realized it probably be best to avoid scrutinizing his partner's personal area in such a direct fashion.


"What was that?" Falco looked to Fox, observably confused by his furry friend's inquiry. He realized where Fox's line of sight had been pointing to, and put two and two together. "Oh! Eheh, yeah. I, uh..." Falco didn't want to out himself to his closest friend and ally, so he went with Fox's initial assumption, "Yeah, it's just 'cause the air's still really cold in here. I'm not always like that, if that's what you're thinking, ha."


Fox, who realized just how intimate their short conversation had become, was about to change the subject, when his stomach had suddenly decided to do so for him.


GROOOANNN


"Ggh..." Fox bent his knees slightly as he crouched and held his stomach, which by now had more than enough time to digest the food he'd consumed earlier.


"You okay, buddy?" Falco looked a bit concerned, knowing full-well where this was going to eventually lead. "That didn't sound very good."


"Yeah, I'm all right." Fox rose back up as the urge lessened, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised such a giant meal would cause such giant stomach pains, too..."


Falco was beginning to get cold standing out in the open with almost no clothes to conceal his body. "Well, I need to hop in the shower before I freeze to death," the bird joked, "so if you gotta sit on the toilet while I do that, it's fine by me."


"No, no, that's not necess--" Fox remembered that the reason they were being sent out to Katina was to supervise a sensitive area of the planet for intruders, at which time he'd likely have no access to a bathroom. "Err--actually, all right. Just, y'know, don't peek from outside the curtain or anything, all right?"


"Yeah, yeah," Falco rolled his eyes as he lowered his boxers down his legs, exposing himself in full to his comrade. "as if I wanna watch you blow up the only other toilet we've got on this ship!" He laughed to himself as Fox began to pull his own pants down, exposing his own pair of dim, pink boxers.


As Falco was about to step into the shower, Fox postured his rear outward and bent his knees once again.


BRRRRRRPPPPP


Falco waved a feathered hand in front of his beak, the smell having immediately caught up to his nostrils. "Phew! Hurry up and sit down before you start blowing a hole in those boxers!"


Falco entered the shower and closed the curtain behind him, giving Fox the illusion of privacy he needed. Fox slowly slid his boxers down his legs, revealing his other pair of furry cheeks, which he firmly planted on the toilet. He began to relax.


Frrrrt...


"Heheh."


Fox's concentration was broken by Falco's quiet laughter, who was evidently unable to keep from giggling at the indicative outburst. "Sorry, Fox, I shouldn't laugh at that. Go ahead and do your thing."


Fox sighed and rolled his eyes to himself. He tried his best to pretend Falco wasn't actually showering 3 feet away behind a thin curtain. Just as he was about to finally begin relieving himself, however...


KNOCK KNOCK


"Fox! Falco! Who's in here!?"


It was Slippy's voice. Fox was especially reluctant to respond for several reasons. He didn't want Slippy to know what he was fixing to do, and he definitely didn't want him to get the wrong idea once he found out that he and Falco were both in the same bathroom together with the shower running.


"Uhh, what's going on? Falco's showering and I'm fixing to brush my teeth!" Fox shouted from the inside of the bathroom, still seated firmly on the toilet.
"We need you out here now! It's super important! Hurry, hurry!!!!" A pitch of urgency was present in Slippy's voice.


Of course, knowing Slippy, it was probably nothing important. But still, Fox couldn't just ignore him. Reluctantly, Fox unseated himself from the toilet and stood back up. He pulled up his pants and re-fastened his belt as he exited the restroom to see what was, 'apparently,' so urgent that it couldn't wait.


As he entered one of the ship's main rooms, he found Slippy and Peppy on a virtual intercom with who Fox assumed to be a Katina representative.


"And you're sure those ships you saw had Star Wolf's insignia on them?" Peppy reiterated to the representative, trying to get a clear understanding of what was going on.


"Star Wolf?" Fox questioned.


"That's right," the holographic face in their virtual intercom nodded, "we're almost certain that Star Wolf is aware you'll be stationed here soon. We're not sure of their motives, but we can only assume they intend to ambush you after you make landfall here."


"An ambush?!" Fox exclaimed with obvious concern in his voice, "why would they wanna ambush us on Katina?"


"Fox, do you even know what our mission on Katina is?" Peppy asked, confused why the lead pilot couldn't find a reason for the invasion.


"Uhhhh...ummmm...we're saving...someone?" Fox did his best to guess, having forgotten to read the mission notice he received days before.


"Fox, we're going down there to protect Katina's plutonium from being stolen!" Peppy informed the vulpine leader.


"Recently, the guys at the outpost found a huge plutonium deposit under the ground outside the perimeter of the base," Slippy explained. "Unfortunately, plutonium is a pretty popular ship fuel and word got around the galaxy. Now we've got all sorts of pirates who wanna take it all for themselves, and it's our job to protect it and make sure it makes its way into Corneria's plutonium market."


"Oh..." Fox said, embarrassed that he had to have it all explained to him. "Right, right! The plutonium! How could I forget the plutonium?" Fox bargained nervously,


"Anyway...Star Wolf's team is almost definitely looking for that plutonium," Peppy chimed back in, "it's super valuable."


Just then, Krystal walked into the room, holding a communication device in her paw. "Hey, Slippy, I got your message," she said, stepping up to the holographic intercom in the center of the room. "So Star Wolf wants a piece of that plutonium, huh?"


"Yep! We've gotta get down there before they do," Slippy informed Krystal.


"Hold on, we're going down there right now?" Fox asked, concerned that he wouldn't get time for the bathroom break he so desperately needed.


"If we don't want this precious material falling into the wrong hands, yeah," Peppy said, making Fox begin to grow more concerned.
He could feel his load piling up in his rear, making him realize again that eating the whole feast the night before, followed by the prune casserole, might not have been the brightest idea. Feeling some more gas already trying to escape, Fox clenched his anus extra tight and did his best to keep his cheeks taut. "Fox, where's Falco? He should be hearing this too!" Peppy said authoritatively.


"He's uh...in the shower still, I think," Fox said, looking towards the door that led over to his bathroom, "I can run and get him real quick!"


"Tell him it's very urgent," Peppy said, sending Fox off and also making him think about the own urgency he was dealing with.


Meanwhile, Falco had been showering during the whole discussion in the other room. He ran shampoo through his feathers and washed all of his personal areas, trying to get completely clean before his mission. Looking downward, he could see that his 'pecker' was the familiar small size he remembered. He blushed to himself as he recalled the conversation that just took place, hoping Fox would never see the little secret he was hiding between his legs. Feeling sufficiently washed, Falco turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Suddenly, however, he felt a strong shift in his bowels telling him he'd need a toilet break before embarking on the mission. "Phew, that food went right through me, huh..." Falco said quietly to himself, drying himself off a bit with a towel and shivering from the slightly cooler air. He could feel his little guy shrink down slightly, hiding nervously above his blue feathered balls. He stepped over to the toilet and plopped his feathery cheeks on the seat, spreading his legs open as he tried to get more relaxed.


At that same time, Fox was headed back to the bathroom to inform Falco of their expedited departure time.


He had left the door unlocked after leaving and upon approaching it, heard that the shower had been turned off, so he assumed Falco was in his final stages of getting ready for the mission. Grabbing onto the doorknob and neglecting to knock, Fox barged into the bathroom. "Falco, hurry it up! We've gotta get down to--" Fox said to Falco before seeing him sitting on the toilet with his legs spread out, revealing his little blue bird and robin eggs to his fellow pilot. Falco's eyes widened in shock, and almost as if it was a reflex, the fart that was poking at his tailhole was released.


PFFFROOOT!


"FOX!" Falco exclaimed, covering his shame with his wings as he blushed angrily. "Don't you have the decency to knock?!" The blue bird was beyond embarrassed. Just as he was thinking about his fear of Fox seeing his bird parts, he walked in while they were on full display! Not to mention he farted right in front of him, too!


"Uhhh, ahem, sorry Falco!" Fox smiled nervously, trying to do some damage control as the vulpine hid nervously behind the bathroom door and peeked only his head out. "we've uh...we've gotta get down to Katina ASAP. Star Wolf and his team are gonna be looking for a fight when we're down there."


Still sitting on the toilet, Falco held his wings more firmly over his crotch before responding to Fox, "You couldn't have told me that through the door?!" he said, still sounding very angry.


"Well, I just...thought you were finished with everything..." Fox said, scratching nervously behind his ears, "and I also kinda needed to see if I could take a quick bathroom break before we left."


Fox was feeling a little more desperate after seeing Falco sitting on the toilet and hearing his rear's noisy outburst. Just then, however, footsteps ran through the hall leading to the bathroom and Slippy ended up right next to Fox in the doorway.


"Falco, we've gotta get go--!" Slippy began before seeing the blue bird completely naked on the toilet with his wings buried in his crotch.


"Now it's Slippy too?!?! Where can a bird get some privacy on this ship?!" Falco complained.


"S-Sorry, Falco," Slippy said. "You guys need to get to the loading dock right now! Were scheduled to take off in the arwings to go down to Katina in two and a half minutes!"


"That soon?!" Falco exclaimed, standing up from the toilet and shuffling out the door with his wings between his legs and his tailfeathers firmly over his blue rear end. "Move over, I've gotta get dressed!" Deciding he wouldn't have enough time to properly take care of any business he needed to attend to, Fox ran into his room, grabbed his laser blaster, and ran to the takeoff area on the great fox.


After rushing to make last minute preparations, the team met up at the takeoff area, more or less ready for the mission at-hand.


"Run it by me again just so I know I heard ya right the first time, Fox: we gotta be down there ALL day???" Falco already knew the answer to his own question, though hoped something may have happened to change the answer.


"Don't remind me..." The tone in Fox's voice was one of both distress and irritation.


"You don't think they might have any--" Falco's voice was suddenly drowned out as the others powered up their arwings.


Ugh, I don't think I can even wait another hour, much less an entire day. 'Course it'd be now of all times I gotta drop such a heavy load. I gotta think of some way to take care of this soon...


One-by-one, the team's arwings dismounted from their landing stations, hovering momentarily before flying off out into space. The team stayed close together, and their flight to Katina was expected to take around 15 minutes.


"So, Peppy," Falco began to ask, "you guys don't mind if I stray off for a minute, do ya? I gotta take care of somethin' real fast."


"Yes, in-fact, I do mind." Peppy responded. "In addition to Wolf and his gang, we have no idea what kind of baddies we can expect to encounter here. It might seem like we're the only ones around right now, but that can change at any moment. We can't afford risking anyone's life over some careless mishap, now."


"Geez, gramps," Falco dismissively surrendered, "whatever makes you happy, then."


As this was happening, Fox was struggling with his own burden.


"Ugh..." he muttered to himself, "the timing really couldn't have been worse for something like this to happen."


He lifted one leg slightly up and relaxed as a warm breeze passed through his tight rear.


Ffffffffftt...


"At least I've got privacy in here to let loose until we arrive, I suppose." He considered.


The team continued on toward Katina, as the inside of Fox & Falco's arwings took on a particular... scent.


As the team descended to Katina in their Arwings, Fox and Falco continued to stink up their respective cockpits. PFFFRT! "Phew," Falco said, "didn't think I'd stink up the cockpit this bad..."


"Uh...Falco?" the blue bird heard a feminine voice say from the communicator inside his Arwing. "I think your microphone's on..."


"My...WHAT?!" Falco exclaimed loudly as his face began to turn red. "You didn't...hear anything, did you, Krystal?"


"You mean your noisy rear end?" Peppy said over the system, "yeah, we could hear it loud and clear, haha!"


"Falco, didn't I just see you on the toilet back on the ship?" Slippy chimed in after Peppy, making both the rabbit and the vixen giggle to themselves.


"Wait, what did I miss?" Krystal asked Slippy over the system, making Falco blush even more.


"Nothing! It was nothing!" Falco said, trying to cover up the uncomfortable events that had recently occured.


"When I went to get Fox and Falco for takeoff, Falco was still on the toilet, haha! The door was open and he was completely na--"


"THAT'S ENOUGH, SLIPPY!" Falco suddenly yelled, causing Slippy to stop in the middle of what he was saying. The laughter from the team continued as Falco's face burned bright red. Fox also couldn't help himself from laughing at the whole situation, but soon realized his communicator might've also been set on by default.


"Fox, what are you laughing at?" Peppy questioned the leader of the team, "there were some real strange noises coming from your cockpit when we first took off!" Fox suddenly felt very embarrassed, getting a little flustered after hearing Krystal's laughter over the system as well.


"Hey, s-stop it, guys!" Fox desperately begged his friends to cease making fun of him, only making him (and his bowels) more distressed. Before he knew it, more gas had snuck up to his exit...


FFprffftttt


"AHahahahaha!!!" The team's laughter pierced Fox's ears, making it almost painful to listen to. He quickly shut off his communication system and hoped that this wouldn't drag on any further after their team landed.


The group of 5 finally touched down on Katina's soil next to the destination outpost, and hastily disembarked from their arwings. Fox and Falco both waited until the other 3 had fully exited their ships to do the same. Almost instantly, two well-outfitted representatives came running up to greet them.


"Ah, Team Starfox!" one of the two opened his arms as he welcomed them, "We're glad you made it when you did! We were starting to worry. It looks like Star Wolf is back. Their ships had stopped patrolling the skies for a while, but moments ago I received word that one of our servicemen had reported sighting them flying at a much lower altitude than previously. With the fierce weaponry installed on their ships, we hesitated to open fire on them ourselves. We thought it best to wait until you arrived to plan our next steps."


"Yikes! Sounds like we made it just in time." Slippy nervously glanced up, half expecting to see Wolf's team in the air above them. Fortunately, they weren't.


Fox, figuring the moment from earlier had passed, stepped up to the front of his crew to address the representative. "Well, we hadn't noticed them as we descended down here. It's possible they were scouting to check how tight security was around the plutonium deposit, and that our arrival scared them off. Knowing Wolf, though, that probably isn't the case."


GrrrOaNNnnnn


All eyes suddenly landed on Falco, whose stomach was noisily rebelling against him yet still.


"Heh, sorry about that. You were saying, sir...?" The avian's voice was shaky, partially from embarrassment, and largely from the urge to relieve himself only intensifying each passing moment.


The representatives both stared at Falco for a moment, wondering what the cause of his distress might have been.


"Your teammate sounds hungry," the other representative spoke up, "perhaps we can briefly lead your team to the outpost for a quick meal before your confrontation with Wolf's team?"


"N-no, that's all ri--" Falco's polite decline was cut off as Fox interjected loudly, realizing that a visit to the outpost probably also meant an opportunity to use a bathroom.


"Yeah, actually!" Fox began, "Visiting the outpost for a snack sounds like a great idea. We can't perform at our best on an empty stomach, after all."


Krystal and Peppy looked at Fox unsurely, wondering why he'd seemed so eager to chow down some more after he'd already gotten so much to eat the night before. Slippy had put two and two together and recognized what was going on, but decided to keep quiet about it, especially since he was kind of hungry himself.


"Great. We'll start walking that way, then. The residential bloc of the outpost is about a 5 minute walk from the outside landing dock we're at right now. Just follow our lead."


As the team walked behind the two representatives, Falco maintained a constant distance behind Fox, and continued releasing flatulence on the way to the internal facility of the outpost, leaving a foul trail of gas behind them.


Roughly two minutes into their walk, they suddenly heard a familiar voice about twenty feet behind them.


"Don't take another step, Fox McCloud!"


I know that voice! Fox thought to himself, shaking a bit as he turned around and saw that it was none other than Wolf O'Donnell standing behind him. "Wolf!" Fox said out loud, making the rest of his team turn around to see that Wolf was standing a bit behind them. Wolf was holding up his blaster straight at Fox, and he wasn't busting an inch.


"It's Wolf!" Krystal said, staring down the team's aggressor. The two representatives leading the Star Fox team through the facility had also turned around to see Wolf standing behind them. They immediately pulled their blasters out and aimed them at Wolf.


"Drop your weapon, Wolf!" one of them said, hoping to incite fear in the canine. All Wolf did, however, was smile deviously.


"I wouldn't hold those guns up to me any longer, boys. And that goes for you too, McCloud," Wolf said calmly, continuing to explain himself. "I've got my boys positioned out in the field with sniper blasters aimed at your men you have stationed out by the plutonium deposit. You hold those blasters up to me any longer and they're gonna be dropping to the ground, one by one."


"He's bluffing!" one of the representatives said, "don't listen to him!" Wolf reached up to his ear to click on his communication device.


"Leon, go ahead and give these idiots a warning shot," Wolf instructed. Just then, the reps' walkie talkies went off with frantic cries.


"Coming in! Coming in! We've just been fired at by an unidentified sniper, sir!" the whole room heard over the walkie talkie.


"If I have to ask again, he won't miss next time," Wolf threatened, causing the representatives and the Star Fox team to lower their weapons.


"Stay there, men," the representative said over the walkie, "you'll be fine. We have the situation under control."


"Good. Now that we're on the same page, let me tell you the problem I've run into," Wolf said, beginning to explain himself more. "The plutonium deposit is guarded by five of your soldiers and is protected by a force field that can only be disabled by higher ups stationed at this base."


"And you want these guys to open it up for you?" Fox inquired, playing along with Wolf's game.


"Bingo. Gold star for you, Foxy," Wolf said, pointing his blaster at Fox. "Could you tell one of these guys here to call up the guys in the control room and have them turn that off for me?" Looking back at the reps, Fox was at a loss for what to do. He would've tried to think of a plan, but most of his headspace was being occupied by thinking about dropping his massive load off in one of the bathrooms in the facility. He could feel more gas begging for release as he stood still, unsure of what to do in that moment.


"Get the forcefield turned off," Fox said, deciding to buy more time to make a plan rather than make a rash decision in the moment. The rep called up the control room on his communicator and very reluctantly, yet purposefully ordered that the forcefield be turned off.


"Great. Now I want you all to lead me out to where the deposit is. I don't care how far of a walk it'll be, just get me out there. Try to pull any funny moves and all five of your soldiers out there are as good as dead," Wolf explained, keeping his blaster up at the animals in front of him.


"Why so serious, mutt?" Falco sneered, trying to put on a brave face against his foe.


"Can it, bird." Wolf clearly hadn't been in the mood for games. His focus was sheerly on acquiring the plutonium.


"Ah, come off it already, would ya?" Falco shrugged, walking side-by-side with Fox as Wolf continued to hold his blaster to Fox's back.


"Falco, that's enough." Fox nudged Falco passive aggressively, tense and on-edge from the multitude of stressors piling up on him.


Falco looked to Wolf once more, before turning his head back and continuing to walk in silence.


As the two representatives led the group nearer toward the deposit spot, Fox stopped following behind them.


"What's the holdup, Fox?" Wolf appeared to be getting irritated; he pushed his blaster directly against Fox's back as a warning gesture.


"gh... h-hold on, Wolf." Fox bent his knees, crouching down momentarily.


"You think this is a game, McCloud?" Wolf stared impatiently at his rival, who was in visible distress at this point.


"No, it's not t-that... I just gotta..." Fox went quiet.


BRRRRAPPPPPPTTT


As everyone turned to look at Fox, Wolf immediately took several steps back as he was in the direct area of the blast.


"What's the BIG IDEA, FOX?" Wolf's remark turned into a shout while he fanned the air in front of him with his free paw.


Fox looked back, his face extremely red and warm. "S-sorry, Wolf... I kinda need to, uh, take care of some b-business..."


Wolf's face took on a more neutral expression as he composed himself. "...ah." Wolf realized what Fox had meant, and considered whether he should redirect the representatives to their original destination so Fox could answer nature's call.


Falco raised a feathered hand before Wolf began to speak again. "Uh, I guess now's as good a time as ever to confess that I kinda gotta do the same."


Wolf rolled his eyes in both disgust and annoyance. "Well great... Anyone ELSE need to stop for a potty break while we're at it??"


Wolf scanned the rest of the team, who looked to each other, then back to Wolf.


After a moment, he decided. "All right, then. Here's what's going to happen: we're going to stop where we are, and you two are going to relieve yourselves right here where I can see you."


"What!?" Fox loudly protested, "Can't we at least make a stop at the outpost to use the bathroom in there???"


"No." Wolf silenced Fox, "On top of that taking another who-knows-how-long out of my day, I'd have no way of knowing if you decided to try to plot something against us in the mean time. Trust me when I say watching you two take a dump is the last thing I want to have to see, but the only other sensible option at this point is to hold it until we reach the deposit. So what'll it be?"


Both Fox and Falco's faces practically glowed red at this point, knowing there was no way they'd be able to take another step without blowing up in their pants. Reluctantly, Falco finally decided to begin crouching down in Fox's position, and started fidgeting with his belt.


"Are you two seriously about to...?" Slippy raised a brow, feeling like this had to be some sort of strange dream he was witnessing.


"I...I can't hold it any longer..." Falco said reluctantly as he pulled his pants down to his ankles, feeling his first huge log poking at the exit underneath his tailfeathers. With his bright white underwear still on, he looked over to Fox, who was also reluctantly crouching to the ground and lowering his pants.


"Me either, Slip," Fox said to the frog, looking to the ground beneath him and glancing behind him nervously. He and Falco were out in broad daylight, and anyone looking from the windows of the base about fifty yards behind them could get an idea of what they were doing. Looking in front of them, the eyes of everyone on the team were directly on their lower halves. Wolf and the reps were also sneaking a few glances at the situation. Looking over to Fox with utter concern on his face, Falco leaned over to whisper something to his fellow pilot.


"I can't p-pull my underwear down in front of everyone here," Falco whispered quietly, looking down to his lower half then back up to Fox. "They're all gonna see my..."


"If you don't want 'em to see what you're packing, you should probably turn around to do your business," Fox suggested in a whisper, looking down to his own undergarments and thinking through if he really wanted to show his fox parts to everyone standing there in front of him.
Not wanting to turn around and give everyone a whole different view, Falco opted for a different plan.


"Do you think we could get some privacy, please?!" Falco asked in an almost demanding tone, eyeing all the team members who were busy looking at his basement.


"Well..." Peppy started to say, making both Falco and Fox nervous about his response. "I can easily remember many a time where you boys barged into my bathroom looking for toothpaste or something without so much as a knock before you entered."


"No one on our team knocks!" Falco said, looking over to Slippy. "Heck, Slippy barged in on me just this morning!"


"Exactly!" Slippy said, looking down at his two teammates. "I've already seen you on the toilet, so what's the harm in me watching you do your thing as nature intended?"


Shocked and embarrassed by what Slippy said, Falco looked over to Krystal, hoping she could talk the two defiant members into giving Fox and himself some much-needed privacy. "Krystal? You don't really wanna see this, do you?" he asked with concern in his voice. Krystal, at that point, couldn't hold in her laughter much longer.


After all the times in the past that Fox and Falco were late for missions or wouldn't listen to her advice, it finally felt like she was in control.


"It's no big deal, guys," Krystal said with a smile, "there's no need to be ashamed of what your body does naturally."


"Get on with it already!!!" Wolf demanded, staring down the two slightly squatting pilots. "We don't have all day!"


Neither do I both Fox and Falco thought, feeling their loads building up to an unmanageable point; they would definitely need to unload here and now. Deciding he didn't want to show his whole team his little pecker, Falco turned his rear toward them and dropped his underwear to the ground. He felt his bare, feathery rear become exposed to the air and heard a few giggles from behind him. Swallowing nervously, he squatted down to the ground and raised his tailfeathers, exposing his pink tailhole and dangling balls to the audience watching behind him before his rear involuntarily let a puff of air loose.


PFFFFSSSS...


Hearing the air leaking from Flaco's exposed rear end and seeing him squat low, Fox realized he probably wouldn't be able to go if he was faced towards his audience. Quickly, he turned around and dropped his underwear as well, exposing his furry rear to all the watching eyes behind him before squatting down and revealing his pink tailhole as well as his dangling sack.


"That's a cute little pair of robin eggs you've got there, Falco!" Krystal teased the bird, causing him to continue to burn bright red.


"S-Stop looking, Krystal!!!" Falco exclaimed defensively, throwing both his wings between his legs and trying to cover his balls from her view. This certainly was going to be an embarrassing dump for him and his teammate.


Fox glanced once more over to Falco, whose regretful facial expression said everything Fox needed to know about how his partner was feeling in this moment.


"So, uh, Wolf," Fox tried to take the focus off the moment off what he was doing and redirect it to some other topic, "what exactly do you plan on doing with all that plutonium, a-anyway?" He began to grunt as he finished his question, hoping Wolf would be too distracted answering the question to notice him doing his business.


Brrrrrpppfff...


As Fox started passing gas, he could hear his teammates behind him snickering to themselves. Wolf, however, remained quiet, and didn't so much as acknowledge Fox's questions.


"...well, if it's--frrrrraappt--nngh..." Fox could feel a lot of gas bubbling down to his rear as he tried to divert the conversation, "If it's too confidential to answer, then could you at leas--"


"Shut up." Wolf promptly uttered.


Falco, feeling somewhat offended by Wolf's insulting tone, couldn't help but put the spotlight on himself.


"What's your deal, pup? You wake up on the wrong side of the dog house or somethin'?"


Wolf pulled his blaster out of its holster once more and pointed it at Falco.


"Another word from you and it'll be your last." The soft laughing coming from Fox's team ceased as they remembered they were technically being held hostage alongside the outpost guards and representatives.


Fox, who'd by now given up on trying to reconcile with Wolf, began grunting harder as his tailhole started to flex open and shut, struggling between the instinctual embarrassment that came with being watched in such a vulnerable situation, and the overwhelming need to evacuate his bowels.


Ffff...


Finally, the desperate urges overpowered his embarrassment, as a final soft gassy exhale from Fox's other end signaled he'd reached his breaking point. His tailhole began to slowly bulge out and expand as he felt a significant pressure push against his anus.


Fox's dry, dark brown log began to emerge from his expanded tailhole, crackling and popping as it inched out slowly. Everyone in the area couldn't help but watch closely as the brown mass slowly descended, making Fox grunt and strain as it pushed his bottom's muscles to their limit. The log had emerged about six inches before beginning to change in color, becoming a slightly lighter brown as it began to pick up speed. "Hnnnnnffff..." Fox whined, trying his best not to pinch off the log he had been working so hard to deliver.


"What do you reckon that is, the ham or the potatoes?" Peppy jokingly asked Slippy, making both of them laugh as they watched Fox suddenly pinch his log off.


Smshh, plop!


"Could I get some quiet while I do this, guys?!" Fox asked angrily, feeling the leftover residue on his now brown butthole become cold from the breeze, making him even more uncomfortable than he already was.


"You're supposed to push until it tapers off, Fox, not cut it off yourself!" Slippy advised Fox, trying to rile his commander up.


"Slippy! Shut u--!" Fox tried to retort before being interrupted by Peppy.


"Just watch Falco, he'll show ya how it's done," Peppy said to Fox, smiling deviously as he watched the blue bird reposition his legs and squat lower. Falco was trying to ignore his surroundings, but found it difficult to not have the image of all his teammates staring at his exposed rear end in the front of his mind. He knew, however, that this log needed to come out or it was going to force its way out.


Taking a deep breath, Falco clenched his wings and grunted, poking the head of his first log out. It too made embarrassingly loud noises as it descended from the avian's rear to the dirt underneath it. The log had made it out four inches before Falco was inevitably interrupted by his teasing audience.


"Hang in there, Falco! Deep breaths!" Krystal joked, causing Falco to suffer the same fate as his teammate.


pfsmsh, plop!


"KRYSTAL!" Falco exclaimed angrily, his face turning redder than the feathers on his chest.


"Focus, Falco! You've gotta show little McCloud there how it's done or else he's gonna be stuck with the rest of yesterday's dinner in his rear!" Peppy teased, giggling a little at the sight of Falco's now much dirtier tailhole.


"Can it, gramps." Falco muttered, refocusing his own concentration toward relieving himself. He looked back down to the ground as he repositioned himself.


Nnn...


He didn't have to push very hard to get his anus to open back up; the rest of the large mass forced it to expand and expel small spurts of gas as the waste made its way out. Finally, after what must have been another 8 inches, the log landed heavily underneath him. He looked to Fox, who appeared to still be struggling to continue going as Falco had managed to do. He figured it wasn't the time to try to be encouraging, so he simply looked back down and tried to ignore the occasional giggles and whispers he could hear behind him.


Ugh, this is the last thing I expected to happen at a place like this... Fox stressed internally, unsure of how to continue going about defecating among the rest of his crew, not to mention his arch rival, who'd surely never forget this incident.


"Hurry it up, Fox. I'm honestly starting to feel a little embarrassed myself just standing near you like this." Wolf spoke up in a less frustrated tone than before--perhaps even a bit amused by the series of events unfolding in front of him.


"You don't h-have to watch, y'know..." Fox started pushing once more, and tried to pretend in his mind that Wolf would take his advice and turn away.


Brrpprffft


A sudden fart coming from Fox's rear got things moving again as the rest of his own first log promptly began making its way out amid some faint crackling noises.


"There ya go, tiger!" Peppy cheered, laughing as he did so.


Just pretend he isn't there... Fox thought to himself, trying harder than ever not to break his train of focus.


The rest of Fox's log continued to slither out at a moderate pace, filling its owner with a sense of relief as it began to taper. Finally, Fox's first monster had fully emerged from the cave, plopping unceremoniously onto the dirt next to its first half.


"Oh, I'm so proud of my boy," Peppy teased, pretending to tear up a little. "I knew he could do it, I just knew it!" Wolf couldn't help but snicker in response to Peppy's remark, laughing quietly to himself along with the rest of the Star Fox crew. Still choosing to maintain his focus rather than engage Peppy, Fox pushed again, making his unclean anus bulge out slightly before a massive fart erupted.


PFTFFFTFTTTPFRP!


"Phew! Forget plutonium. Fox's gas could probably fuel all of our arwings for weeks!"  Wolf quipped, joining in on the fun.


"Y-You don't want the plutonium?" Fox asked foolishly, hoping Wolf was starting to back down from his plan.


"That was a joke, Fox! How stupid are you?" Wolf said, making the rest of the crew giggle at Fox's expense. Falco, meanwhile, was preparing to push for his second of many logs. Hoping the attention was off of him, Falco strained and pushed, making his anus bulge out just as Fox's did.


"Falco, you still with u--" Peppy started to say before he was cut off by the blue bird's rear.


FRRRBBTTT!


"Heh, I'll take that as a yes," Peppy said between laughs, watching as both the fox and the bird squatting in front of him pushed out the tips of their next logs. A symphony of audible crackles and mushes began as both pilots pushed out somewhat softer, yet still very solid logs.


"Haha! They're racing!" Slippy laughed, watching their logs descend at a pace equal to each other. "Fox is pulling ahead! No wait, Falco's taking the lead!"


Fox and Falco blushed as all of their teammates continued to have fun at their expense. Each pilot's second log slimmed down until they both dropped onto the ground at the same time, causing Fox and Falco to sigh in unison.


"Hahhhhh..." Though they had already dropped a good amount of waste onto the ground, Fox and Falco still had plenty of cargo to drop off from the night before, feeling their rectums filling up yet again.


"Judging by those piles, I'd have to say you two must be just about finished up." Wolf observed the two large steaming mounds of waste behind the pilots while covering his nose. "And if that's the case, then stop wasting my time and stand back up so we ca--" Brrrrrrrrrrrpppp...


Wolf cut his demand short as a low, vibrating fart forced Fox's tailhole to pucker out for several seconds.


"Well, you'd be wrong then, nnh... W-Wolf..." Fox lowered his hind end about half an inch closer to the ground as he prepared to expel what felt like an even larger couple of logs than the first few had been. "If only y-you'd been at the feast we had last n-night... We could've used a-another stomach there..." Wolf raised a brow, almost skeptical as to whether the duo really still had anything left in them, given the already tremendous amount of waste each had already produced.


"You must be bluffing..." Wolf kept a paw on the blaster occupying his holster, just in case the two had somehow devised and signaled some sort of plan between each other without his notice.


Just then, though, Falco's anus quietly began to open back up, as a light, warm mass began to make its way out.


"No way..." Slippy was in pure amazement at the mere fact that so much poop could even fit in either of them, much less make its way out.


At the same time, Fox began pushing as a dense, heavy log slowly began trailing out of his rear.


"Good grief, Fox..." Wolf shook his head in both mild annoyance and a sense of amusement at the predicament he was witnessing. He pulled out his communicator and began informing Leo and Panther of the delay.


"Hey, it might be a while before we get to the spot. Just hold your positions and wait for further instruction."


Peppy, Krystal, and Slippy passively listened in on the conversation.


"..."


"Uh, there's been a minor halt in the plan."


"..."


"No, I'm not in trouble. It's just a delay. I'd... rather not say any more about it."


The two squatting pilots continued to deposit their waste on the ground behind them, each of their logs squishing and crackling as they continued to emerge. "Hnnnfggg!" grunted Fox, trying to push the rest of his load out more quickly, fearing all eyes would be on him if Falco ended up finishing first. "How you doin' there, Falco?" Fox asked his teammate quietly as he glanced over to the blue bird. Fox saw that Falco was also in the middle of pushing out quite a hefty log.


"I'm doing swell, Fox, how about you?" Falco replied sarcastically, grunting as he too was trying to speed up his unloading proccess. Falco's current log had descended about five inches from his pink tailhole, and it was much lighter in color than the other waste he had already dropped. It began picking up speed as he focused more, revealing another four inches of itself before plopping on the large pile beneath the bird's feathery rear end. Falco's tail twitched a little as he let loose a sigh of relief, feeling only a little bit of last night's dinner left in his rear.


"Falco, you're just gonna leave Fox in the dust like that?" Peppy continued teasing. "He's gonna get stage fright if he has to keep going alone!"


"Shut up, Peppy!" Fox shouted back, getting so fed up with Peppy's antics that the anger forced the rest of his log out of his rear and onto his pile. Plop!


"Finally, they're do--" Slippy started to say before he was interrupted by a sputtering fart from Falco. PFBBBLRT! "No way!"


"He's not finished?" Krystal exclaimed in disbelief before hearing another fart, this time from Fox. PFFFBRT!


"Haha! Neither of them are!" Wolf said in amusement as he continued to watch. Fox and Falco could feel a little bit left in the rears as they each made a final adjustment of their legs and squatted a bit lower. Looking down, Falco saw his little pecker dangling around over his nervous balls. At least no one's seen how small it is... Falco thought to himself, grateful that even though he was doing his business in front of his crew, none of them could see his little secret. With their messy buttholes still on display for the rest of the StarFox team (and their mortal enemy), Fox and Falco each grunted, setting out to finish what they started. "Nnnnnmph!!"


BRAAAAAAPPT...


FBBBRRRRRTTT!!


In a synchronous tandem, both Fox and Falco released more deafening gassy expulsions, further polluting the already contaminated air within the area. The rest of the team took several more steps back to try to avoid the imminent foul smells, but it didn't seem to help much.


"PHEW!" Peppy cupped his hands over his face, sincerely taken aback by the horribly awful odor emanating from the two pilots' rear ends, who continued passing several more strongly scented farts of varying lengths and sounds.


Frrrrrt


Brrrrrrrrpphhh


Brap!


Amid the bad smells and the coughing of the other onlookers, Krystal managed a laugh as she found the whole thing quite hilarious. "This must be the finale, 'cause it sounds like a whole fireworks show going off all at once!" The other spectators reacted to her tease with laughter between the profuse coughing and attempts to get some breaths of fresh air.


"Hey, you all wouldn't be in this situation right now if you had just let Falco and I use the outpost's toilet, so don't say we didn't warn you!" Fox, albeit still tremendously embarrassed, was able to work through it and muster up a tone of bemused confidence in his voice.


One of the two representatives, who had largely tried to stay quiet during the entire ordeal to maintain a sense of professionalism, couldn't help but finally pipe up, "I mean, to be fair Mr. McCloud, the outpost bathroom is quite small. I really don't think the toilet in there would've been able to handle even just one of you, not to mention the both of you one after the other."


The other representative, feeling like it was a bit safer to make light of the situation, also spoke, "I don't know about you guys, but what Fox alone has managed to, err, 'produce' in one period of, uhh, 'relieving himself,' would take me several days to match!"


Though the smell was still densely present in the nearby area, it had become a tad more bearable, allowing everyone to laugh once more.


Hearing all of the laughter behind them, Fox and Falco decided it was time to buckle down and push out whatever they had remaining. Thin, light brown logs emerged from both of the pilots' rears, making their presence known with wet smushes and a horrid smell. The logs were almost laughably small, but they certainly left their impressions on Fox and Falco's already dirty tailholes. Both of the brown-stained orifices closed after making their final deposits into the massive brown piles on the ground, allowing Fox and Falco to exhale sighs of relief.


"Phew, finally!" Fox said, blushing deeply as he stood up from his squat and places his paws over his privates. He turned around to greet his audience and assess the damage his rear did to the ground below him. "Yeesh, heheh..." Fox said, his cheeks still burning bright red. "That's a lot of poop...not as much as you, though, Falco!" Fox quipped as he watched Falco stand up and cover his front with his wings before turning around.


"Shut up, Fo--" Falco started to say before seeing that his teammate was totally right; his pile was bigger, if only by a small margin. Both piles, however, stunk to high heaven. Everyone in the area was subject to the stench of the two hot piles cooking in the sun.


"Wooo!!" Peppy cheered, clapping for the performance he had witnessed and garnering some laughs from the others around him.


"Encore, encore!" Fox and Falco shot Peppy a glare, upset that they had to sit through even more ridicule from their team.


"Haha, the soldiers back on Corneria are gonna love hearing about this!" Krystal said, grinning at Fox and Falco.


"Alright, I think we're done here," Falco said, fed up with the situation. "Let's get outta here."


"Not so fast, stinky bird!" Wolf commanded, holding his blaster up to Falco. "You all still have to lead me to the Plutonium!"


"On the contrary, Mr. Wolf..." Wolf heard from behind him, turning around to see the two reps from the base pointing their blasters at him. "We'd like you to hand your weapon over to us." Wolf was obviously taken aback by what he had heard, trying to keep a calm demeanor as he tried to reestablish his dominance.


"Gentleman," he said, looking slightly nervous, "did you forget our little agreement?" Wolf touched a button on his communication device and spoke into it. "Leon, you're still aimed at those soldiers, right?" There was no response.


"Oh, your pawns you had positioned out in the field? We had them taken care of," the representatives said.


"You...what?" Wolf said, absolutely shocked that his plan had failed.


"While you were busy watching the little 'show' these guys were putting on, we were sending codes out to our men. It was a simple operation, really," the rep said, still holding his blaster at Wolf. "Drop your weapon." Utterly defeated, Wolf dropped his blaster and put his paws up into the air. As one of the reps took Wolf away, he shouted aggressively back at Fox and Falco.


"This all happened because you two babies needed a potty break! I'll never let you live this down, Fox! You too, birdy!" Wolf threatened as he was escorted back to the base.


"Thank you for the, er...distraction, boys," the remaining rep said, smiling at Fox and Falco, who were still standing and covering their nudity. "Do you guys need any, uh..."


"Toilet paper?" Fox finished the rep's thought. "Yes, please and thank you."