[b][u][center]Chasing Foxy Skirts For bbbuuu By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Falco grinned as he walked down the streets of Corneria City. Not because of a purchase or a recent acquisition for his Arwing, but rather in anticipation of what he was going to find around one of these street corners. [i]Heh, Fox, Fox, Fox, you really shouldn’t have made that bet, man.[/i] He could already see his friend in his mind’s eye. Grumbling, grouchy, hiding behind a cheap wig that was barely enough to look real. Probably sloppy skirts and a weird little bustier to make himself look feminine for the night… The mental image was downright hilarious, and one that he seriously hoped that he’d get to see. [i]You know I’m the better pilot, Fox. Why’d you make that bet?[/i] Though, it had been closer than usual. Fox had downed more than thirty Venomian aircraft during the last fight, and Falco had taken down thirty-two. It was a good match, and one that most people would have thrown a fit about. Not him, though. Not the bird’s boyfriend. [i]Alright, now…[/i] Falco paused in the middle of on the city squares, looking up at the statue of General Pepper in the middle of it. There were a great many people around, some of them shopping at the little hovercarts that were everywhere, and others that were just browsing about, looking for something or someone. There was a fountain under the statue, and he and Fox had agreed to meet at one of them. He saw a vixen over there, but - [i]Wait…[/i] Falco blinked as the vixen in question turned around. She wore a tight-fitting miniskirt that looked like it was made of leather, not even coming down quite to mid-thigh, as well as a leather jacket that hooked around a tight shirt that seemed to imply more boob than was actually there. Her hair was longer than it needed to be, a sort of soft red, but… [i]Fox?![/i] Falco’s jaw genuine dropped as he finally recognized his hypothetical leader, shaking his head a few times in genuine astonishment. It was not what he had expected Fox to pull together for their night together, not in the slightest. He jogged over, looking the ‘vixen’ over again. Now that he was closer, he could see the more mannish sort of things, like a bigger Adam’s Apple, and a couple of other little features, including a bulge in the skirt where a woman would never have one. He smirked, leaning in and tweaking Fox’s nose. “Well, now, and here I thought you’d just look ridiculous.” “Fuck you, Falco.” There was just enough of a chuckle behind Fox’s embarrassment for him not to feel too bad. He walked around, wrapping his arm around his friend’s waist and turned them around, almost like he was leading a floozy away with him. His fingers were scant inches away from Fox’s ass cheeks, and it was just the best to see his friend blushing up a storm at his side. “Heh, what’s the matter, ‘honey,’ afraid that someone’s gonna figure it out?” “Why do you think I dressed up so much?” “Relax. It fits you.” “That’s what you think I’m worried about?” “Hey, maybe you should wear a skirt more often?” “Say that again, and bet or no, I’m kicking you in the balls.” “Heh, and let everyone find out that the great Fox McCloud is walking around Corneria in a skirt?” “...Damnit.” Falco laughed, pulling Fox a little further into the crowd. He’d already checked into a hotel not that far off, so it wasn’t like they were going to be in public for a long time, but the fact that they were still out in the public eye only made this that much better. Despite his teasing, he really did think that Fox pulled off the lady look better than the other guy probably thought. His leader was rocking that skirt, and he had an ass that the leather really, really showed off well. The fact that the wig was probably high quality was making Fox look like a particularly delightful vixen. With the eyes of someone that had been long-accustomed to the underworld, Falco could make out a number of guys that were looking their way, probably thinking that Fox was a prostitute and he was the pimp. He avoided them deliberately, keeping to the other sides of the street, all while letting his hand drift lower, and lower, and lower. “If you pull that up, everyone’s gonna see my ass,” Fox whispered. “And would that be so bad?” “I’m supposed to be some kind of fan girl. That was the bet.” “And what sort of fan girl doesn’t let her idol grope her in public?” he teased back. He took that chance, lifting up the skirt a little, just enough to feel under it. The bird blinked, then grinned. “Oh, you didn’t even bother with panties? Wow, you are a slut.” “Fuck you!” Fox’s blush burned against his arm as they walked along, and he had a hard time not taking it further. God, feeling that plush rump was getting him riled up in all sorts of ways, and he wasn’t even in the hotel yet. He wanted to see what that ass would look like spread around his cock. [i]Heh, I wonder if he can keep the illusion going once I get him on all fours…[/i] He kept edging that skirt up and up and up, letting more and more of that lovely butt out on display. There were a hundred moments when Fox could have stopped him, but either Fox was determined that he wasn’t going to break character, or he was determined that he wasn’t going to let Falco get the better of him. One way or another, it meant that that skirt was rising further than it was ever meant to. By the time that they reached the hotel, Fox’s butt was just about completely on display, only the tight sides of the skirt keeping the cheeks from parting and showing off that lovely little butt. Falco was pretty darn sure that Fox’s cheeks had been stained permanently pink by his blush, but then they were in the elevator, out of sight. “Finally,” Fox said, slumping down a bit. “Please, fucking please tell me I can take off the heels now.” “Oh, I don’t know.” “I swear to god, you -” “Hehehe, it’s fine. Take ‘em off.” Groaning at finally being able to get his shoes off, Fox leaned down. Unfortunately for him, that put that ass at the perfect viewing point for Falco, and… Well, would anyone blame him for doing what he did when that perfect butt was completely on display? Falco grabbed the fox by the hips, pulling him back. His employer gasped, grunting as the bird pulled his zipper down, letting his cock out. “What the - what if someone sees us?!” Fox hissed. “We’re in an elevator on a straight run for the penthouse. Nobody’s gonna see this…” He ground his cock between those fuzzy cheeks twice, thrice, then pushed forward. “Mmmph…” It was an easy thrust. They had enjoyed each other so many times since the start of their adventures together that Fox’s asshole had just gotten used to being fucked. Lube wasn’t even a thing. As long as Falco didn’t thrust forward too hard, it just went in, allowing him to fuck with ease and without so much mess. He pushed the vixen forward, holding ‘her’ against the steel wall of the far side of the elevator, slowly rolling his hips forward and fucking his boyfriend at a slow, steady pace, gradually working his dick in deeper and deeper. Each thrust left their hips clapping together, but not loudly, just...gently. Slowly, in and out, in and out, feeling that hole clench and feeling his own cock throb in response. Their bodies knew each other well, and despite Fox’s complaints, soon the ‘vixen’ was thrusting back, that rounded rump grinding down on Falco’s cock and sucking it down right to the root. He groaned as he felt that tight suction around his shaft, enjoying the heat, the way that Fox rolled his hips from side to side, the way that his boyfriend just slammed down sometimes. They sped up, taking it quicker as the elevator started to slow down. They had to be near the penthouse now, almost at the end of their ride. Falco groaned, grabbing his boyfriend by the tail, pulling him back. “Mmmph, fuck...fuck, Fox, you...you make a damn good...vixen…” “Fuck...just...just cum already...fill me up…” “Almost...there…” Ding. The door opened as Falco blew his load, spurting it as deep into his wingmate as he could force it. He slammed himself in good and deep, holding himself there, letting it ooze out and in. He could feel the heat all around his cock, and he groaned in happy pleasure as it sort of filtered through, running back down along his balls. He pulled out slowly, only for Fox to stay rooted to the spot. Falco blinked, holding the door open. “What’s the matter, man?” “There’s...a camera...up there…” Fox pointed up, and Falco’s eyes followed, going right for the little button-cam on the roof of the elevator. Security had just seen everything. “Well...this stay just got a whole lot more expensive…” “Ya think?!” The elevator rattled as Fox jumped out, smacking the bird on the back of the head as he left. “Get down to security and get that tape! If I see my ass on display anywhere on the net, you’re fired!” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]