“And this, Oxnard, is the main control room,” said Fox McCloud, stepping in with a hamster about half his height following behind him. He was giving a tour of the Great Fox to his friend Oxnard.


        “Wow! So you guys fly the whole ship from up here?” asked the hamster, ogling at all the intricate wiring and tech systems.


        Before Fox could answer Oxnard’s question, Falco the blue-feathered bird stepped out from behind a wall to say hi to Fox. “‘Bout time you showed up! I was thinking we were gonna have to do strip poker without you!”


        Fox looked a bit confused to hear what Falco was talking about. “Strip poker? Now? I don’t think I can join in, Falco, I’m giving my friend a tour,” said Fox, stepping to his side to reveal Oxnard standing behind him.


        “You’re not supposed to give tours, Fox!” said Falco rudely, looking down at Oxnard.


        “Well, I figured while we were docked here on Earth, I’d--” Fox started.


        “--whatever, it’s alright. Just meet us at the poker table whenever you’re ready,” said Falco.


        “Falco, like I said, I’ve got company over! I can’t play tonight,” said Fox firmly, secretly thankful he wouldn’t have to take part in the embarrassing game.


        “I don’t mind,” said Oxnard, looking slyly up to Fox, “I can just stay to the side and watch.”


        “Perfect! Pick something nice to wear, Fox,” said Falco, teasing his friend, “and try not to get out on the third round next time.”


        “B-b-but,” began Fox, too nervous to speak loudly enough for the blue bird to hear him (who was already in the other room).


        “Oooo this is gonna be so much fun!” siad Oxnard, barely able to contain his excitement. “Are you good at this game?”


        “Well...not exactly,” said Fox nervously, scratching the back of his head.


        “Aw, I’m sure you’ll do fine,” said Oxnard, walking over to where Falco ran off to, “c’mon, the game’s not gonna start without you!”


        Fox followed after Oxnard down a hall branching off from the control room until they arrived at a door they heard the crew chattering behind. Upon entering, Fox saw Falco, Slippy and Peppy sitting around a round table. “Look who finally decided to show up!” said Peppy, sounding a bit irritated. “Sit down, Fox, I saved a seat for ya!”


        “Thanks, Peppy,” said Fox defeatedly, sitting down and looking across the table to see Falco with a sly grin on his face. Oxnard sat in a chair on the wall behind Fox, watching intently for the game to start.


        “Alright, guys,” said Peppy, “you know the drill. It’s Texas Hold ‘em, and every round you lose, off comes a piece of clothing.”


        Fox grumbled in response to Peppy’s reminder of the consequences of losing, and turned back to see Oxnard with a big smile on his face, looking excited for what was to come. The rounds came and went, with most of what was given up being boots and socks, save for a shirt from Fox, who was already losing.


        “One pair!” said Slippy.


        “Same here,” said Peppy, looking over to Falco.
        
        “Me too,” said Falco, putting down a pair of twos. “You a bit cold there, Fox?” asked Falco, looking across the table at his furry orange and white chest.


        “I dunno, Falco,” said Fox with a grin, “why don’t you tell me how cold it is in here without a shirt on?” Fox threw down the two kings in his hand to match up with the third king on the table and won the round. “The lowest pair loses, Falco.”


        Flaco, with a look of shock on his face, angrily took his shirt off, throwing it shamefully on the floor and exposing his blue and red chest. “There, happy?” he said.


        The game continued until everyone was sitting in their underwear (except for Slippy, who was playing much than the other players had anticipated and was still in his pants). The next round was played and Peppy was the loser, much to the relief of Falco and Fox.


        “Welp, looks like you all got me!” said Peppy, standing up and bending over to pull his undies down. He stepped out of them and flashed his bunny penis and balls to the whole room.


        “Gross!” shouted Fox, “why’d you have to stand up for that?”


        “I could’ve gone my whole day without seeing that,” said Falco, shielding his eyes with one of his wings.


        “Hehe! Lookin’ cute, Peppy!” said Oxnard from across the room.


        “What in the--?!” shouted Peppy, covering his privates with his paws, “who’s this and why’s he in here?”


        “Oh! Sorry, Peppy,” said Fox, looking back to Oxnard, “that’s my friend Oxnard! He came over for a tour of the Great Fox and he stayed to watch our poker game. Sorry I didn’t let you know…”


        “Yeah, that would’ve been nice to know,” said Peppy, keeping his privates covered and shamefully sitting his furry butt down with a blush on his face.


        The four crewmates played through their next round, and it was down to the wire between Fox and Falco, who knew they couldn’t beat Slippy’s full house.


        “Alright, I have two of a kind. What about you, Fox?” asked Falco, nervous for what might come.


        “...three of a kind,” Fox said, grinning and watching as Falco stood up and grabbed the waistband to his undies.


        “You’ll pay for this, Fox,” said Falco, bending over and pulling them down, exposing his feathery parts. Just before he was about to sit down, however, the door opened up!


        “Hey everybo--” said Krystal as she walked into the game room, only to find Falco completely naked in front of the poker table. “Falco!!! What do you think you’re doing?!” she shouted, making Falco blush and cover up his privates with his wings.


        “I-uh-we’re, uh, playing strip poker right now,” he said, sitting down on his chair and looking across the table to see that Fox was struggling to contain his giggles. “Sorry you had to see that.”


        “Strip poker, huh?” she asked, still hearing Fox giggle. “You mind if I watch?” Fox’s state of giddiness immediately turned into dread after he realized he likely wouldn’t be winning the next round against slippy, who still had two more rounds to go until he was totally naked like Peppy and Falco were. Falco now smirked at Fox with a devious look in his eyes.


        “No, we don’t mind, Krystal,” said Falco, “there’s an extra chair over there by the hamster.”


        “Thanks, Falco,” Krystal said, sitting down next to Oxnard in the other spare chair.


        “Hey, I’m Oxnard,” said the hamster, holding out his paw which Krystal shook, “nice to meet ya.”


        “Hey, Fox mentioned to me that he was bringing a friend on board tonight,” said Crystal, “I bet you’re glad tonight was the night they decided to play their little game.”


        “Yeah, hehe, Fox’s down to his undies,” said Oxnard, looking over to the table with Krystal as Slippy and Fox began their round. After all of the cards were out on the table, Fox revealed his hand.


        “Three of a kind,” said Fox with a sly smile.


        “Nice try Fox, but three of a kind doesn’t beat a full house!” said Slippy, throwing his cards on the table. “Looks like someone’s gotta sacrifice his undies!” Fox turned nervously around to see Oxnard and Krystal sitting behind him, the latter waving at him and winnking.


        “Slippy, I can’t take my underwear off right now,” whispered Fox to the frog, “Krystal’s watching!”


        “Sorry, Fox,” said Slippy, “it’s how the game goes.”


        Fox was about to stand up to unwillingly pull his underwear down, but suddenly realized something: he didn’t have to stand up at all! Remaining seated in his chair, Fox reached down and began to fumble with his waistband.


        “Uh...what are you doing?” asked Falco, watching Fox struggle with his underwear.


        “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking my underwear off!” he said, feeling proud he cheated the system. “There aren’t any rules against taking them off while you’re sitting down.” Fox continued to struggle with pulling the garment down from his waist. He eventually managed to pull the front down from his privates, but his repeated struggling was causing the chair to rock forward and backward. He leaned back to wiggle the undies from under his rump and down his thighs, but he unfortunately leaned back too far and the chair began to tip backward, and before he knew it…


*CRASH*


        Fox fell backward along with his chair, putting on quite the show for Oxnard and Krystal, who were sitting directly behind him. His foxy bits jiggled and bounced around from the force of his chair hitting the ground, and because his head hit against the ground when he fell back, he looked to be unconscious.


        “Oh my goodness!” shouted Krystal, amused by the sight she was seeing. She leaned over to Oxnard and whispered to him. “He’s a bit smaller than I was expecting, hehe.”


        Falco, Slippy and Peppy all got up and gathered around Fox, looking down at his exposed privates. “Should we, uh, take him to his bed?” asked Falco, blushing a little.


        “That would be a good idea,” said Krystal, “but first, I’d suggest getting some pants on. I can see your ‘little pecker’ down there.”


        “Hey!” said Falco, holding his wings over his bits, “it’s not ‘little’!”


        “Whatever you say, bird boy,” teased Krystal, walking out the door, “have fun carrying him back.”