[b][u][center]Falco Falling Far For Limemas By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “I can’t believe the judge just...let them go.” Falco shrugged. He’d heard the same complaint from Fox about five times in the last half hour. Hearing it one more time wasn’t any different. If anything, it had less of an impact than it had the first five times. The pair of them sat in the middle of a cafe on Corneria, Fox nursing a coffee, Falco sipping at plain espresso as the news continued to blare over the holo-casts. The bird turned it out, pulling his jacket a bit tighter as he got to his feet. “Let’s get back to the ship.” “Not done with my coffee yet. Or done complaining,” Fox muttered. “You’re done.” “Says who?” “Says the only one that can call you ‘bitch.’” He’d barely whispered the word, but it was still enough to make his wingmate tense up. His employer - if Fox could still call him that, considering they’d been short on missions for over a month - looked up at him. Narrowed fox eyes met calm pheasant ones, then dropped. Fox growled under his breath as he got to his feet, pulling his vest all the tighter. “Fine.” “Uh, Fox? Money.” “On my tab.” His petulant leader left the cafe, leaving Falco to chuckle and shrug his shoulders at the staff. They were used to the Starfox crew coming through, and they were just as used to having the costs of their meals covered by the Cornerian military. They sighed as they always did, leaving Falco to chase after the fox. [i]Looks like I’m going to have to shove that stick out of his butt the hard way…[/i] Sighing to himself as he left the cafe, Falco jogged down the steps to catch up with the harrumphing vulpine on the sidewalk. It didn’t take long, nor did it take him any effort to pull Fox to a stop. Even though his wingmate grumbled, looking down until Falco tilted his chin back with a feather, Falco knew an act when he saw it. The bird smirked as much as his beak allowed, tilting his head to the side. “What’s the matter, hmm? Is my Foxie that pissed with me?” “Don’t call me that in public. I’m just...annoyed.” “Heh, at what? Wolf and his team getting off? They’re finished as a group. Nobody else will hire them.” Smiling, the bird brought his other hand up, cupping the fox’s hip. “Or are you just mad that I called you what you are in public?” “I’m not…” “Heh, you’re not what?” Falco leaned in, his beak nudging his old friend’s muzzle, forcing it down. “You’re not a bitch, hmm? Or you’re not [i]my[/i] bitch?” “Nnngh…” “You think that you can just forget it, hmm? Heh...you might be the hero that everyone cheers for, Fox...but we both know what you are inside.” He gripped his wingmate by the tail, pulling him towards a nearby alley. The sudden flush of red across Fox’s cheeks was as familiar as ever, and it was nearly as exciting as it had been the first time that he made his ‘captain’ acknowledge who was the better of them in public. Nearly. Falco hid his slight disappointment with a bit more roughness than usual, shoving Fox up against one of the alley walls. Dozens, if not hundreds of people were passing by just outside the alley, all of them going about their daily business. All it would take was one of them turning to look for Fox’s image to be ruined. And Fox had to know that, despite his willingness to lift his tail, his underwear and his pants pooled about his ankles. His wingmate hadn’t stopped blushing yet, and it was clear that he was fighting the urge to protest. Falco didn’t give him the opportunity to do that. The bird unzipped just enough to let his cock free, the foreskin already pulling back from the head of his shaft and letting loose a stream of pre over Fox’s ass. His wingmate gasped, arching his back as Falco shoved him against the wall, as he pressed tighter. “Better be quiet, bitch, or someone might hear. Heh, unless you want something like that, huh?” Fox tried to growl, but it came out as more of a mewl, followed by a slow pushing back that both ground them together and hid the fox from the rest of the world. [i]Not again…[/i] The pheasant bit off the growl that was building up in his throat, knowing that he shouldn’t blame Fox for being a bit shy. After all, his friend had an image to protect. Anyone that saw them together was sure to understand why Falco was doing what he was doing; he was the bad boy, the hotshot, the one that didn’t care about anyone else. Fox, on the other hand… The fact that he understood it didn’t make him any more okay with it, though. They’d been together like this, him in charge, Fox as his bitch, for months. Almost a year now, ever since he came back over Sauria. They’d done all sorts of rough stuff in the bedroom, and he’d seen the vulpine male beneath him beg for cock like a street-corner whore. He’d fucked Fox every which way, and every time, they’d both enjoyed it. He growled a bit, unable to keep it down entirely as he thrust his cock between those fuzzy ass cheeks, feeling them tickle at the head of his cock. Each thrust pulled his foreskin back, and each tug back dragged it over the head of his shaft again, almost covering it once more. [i]Just accept being a bitch, Fox,[/i] he thought. [i]Can’t be that hard...just do what I say, and stop making me take care of every little thing…[/i] The more submissive Fox got in the bedroom, the less active he was in every other part of life. Not paying bills, walking off angry rather than confronting the problem, letting Slippy - Slippy for fuck’s sakes - walk all over him… [i]I swear, if I wasn’t here, you’d be in trouble…[/i] The bird grunted as he pushed his cock down. The head of his shaft ground against the fox’s stretched pucker, and Fox whimpered beneath him. “Please…” “You better be begging for my dick...because you’re getting it, slut.” He slammed it in, harder than usual, and he felt Fox stiffen up under him. A momentary feeling of guilt was washed away by the hot, squeezing walls around his cock, the sudden gasp from below, the shifting and pulling and pressing of a sub that wasn’t sure whether they were ready for something so rough, the panting of someone that wanted it but couldn’t ask for it. Well, Falco wasn’t someone that just waited for someone to ask, anyway. With a deep grunt, he pushed his cock the rest of the way in, the fat seven-incher buried deep under that fluffy tail. Fox’s gasps for breath encouraged him to go further, rougher, harder. He brought one feathered hand down on his partner’s rump, slapping it hard and loud. Fox gasped, arching his back, his hole tightening so pleasurably well around the bird’s dick. Ignoring his wingmate’s complaints, he pulled back just as hard, feeling the skin around the rim pulling on his dick, trying to keep him inside or at least trying to slow his departure. He grinned at the way that it stretched, pulling out, sucking around his dick. And then he slammed right back in. He [i]felt[/i] Fox’s breath leave, felt the way that his partner was barely able to stay upright with the wall’s support. And he loved it. [i]If you’re not going to be a good, begging bitch, then I’m just going to treat you like a hole. I’m not going to fix your problems every time, dammit…[/i] In and out, he went, each thrust hard and rough, his fingers curling around the other male’s hips and dragging himself in as deep as he could every time. The feeling of that tight, clenching hole around his cock was all the better for the roughness, for the almost non-consensual nature of it. He leaned forward, biting the back of his lover’s neck. Whimpers, soft and half-hearted, filled the air. He could just smell Fox’s need over the rank smell of the alley, and he knew that his lover was about to pop. His fat cock was driving the smaller fox right over the edge. “Cum, you slut...cum for your master…” And Fox did just that. He came, spurting his load over the wall, flooding it with white strings. Falco chuckled, standing up a bit taller - And suddenly, Fox slipped forward. Falco grunted as his dick slipped free of that slippery hole, and he glowered as Fox smiled at him. “That feels MUCH better. Thanks, man.” “Better? Hey, I didn’t -” “Let’s get back to the ship.” “Hold on. I didn’t - hey!” Fox didn’t listen. His commander was already halfway out of the alley, pants pulled back up and tail swaying like a fresh-fucked vixen. The bird could hardly believe what had just happened, and could barely bring himself to do more than glare. Once again, Fox had used him to fix a situation, and now he had blue balls for his trouble. The bird glared after his commander, shaking his head as he pulled his pants back up and tucked his dick away. Not the easiest thing when he was hard as hell, and only the fact that it was so dark kept his own pre-cum oozing out from showing. [i]I need to get some fun from someone else,[/i] he thought. [i]If Fox isn’t gonna listen, then I need something better.[/i] Still shaking his head, the bird followed his partner, already trying to pull the names of the different sex sites back to mind. It’d been a while since he’d used them, but he was pretty sure that even Corneria had a thriving nightlife in that regard. # The variety on the Cornerian dating sites wasn’t as vast as it was further out in the system, but it wasn’t empty. There were quite a few men looking for a good time, though not many that were willing to keep things discrete. Despite his reputation, Falco knew better than to just grab a random ass and start going to town. If he wanted to have his fun and keep Fox from making a ton of drama about it, he needed to ‘play’ with someone that’d keep their mouth shut. After nearly a half-hour of browsing and milking his dick, he found someone. No profile image, but well-enough spoken, knew his stuff. Most importantly, he didn’t want anyone else finding out that he was doing anything tonight, and was willing to meet up with just about anyone. A little bit of desperation always seasoned things, Falco thought. Sending out the invite, the bird expected to be waiting for a good half hour longer for a response, but the guy must have been online, because he got an answer almost immediately. “[i]Meet where?[/i]” After a moment’s hesitation, he told the stranger to meet him on the ship. It wasn’t like his identity would be safe meeting him somewhere else, after all, and it would be better for him to have more control. Meeting him on the Great Fox would give him that. That had been ten minutes ago, and Falco was still waiting at the gangplank, trying his best to ignore the boner in his flight pants. It was begging for him to take it out and play with it, or better, to go up to Fox’s room and give him a good hate-fuck to get all this need out of his system. He ignored it. After all, he was about to get something better - he hoped - and he wanted to teach Fox a lesson for being so...so selfish. He’d been waiting for fifteen minutes when he heard the sound of footsteps. Lighter than Fox, but with a defined click that was very different. Falco looked down the gangplank, staring at the approaching shadow. For a moment, he wondered who it’d be, and then, the question answered itself. “You…” Falco’s hand instinctively dropped to his blaster, pulling it free at the same time that Leon did at the bottom of the gangplank. The member of Starwolf glared at him, both of them at gunpoint… And surprisingly, both of them rock-hard. Falco could not miss the erection running down Leon’s leg, and he doubted that the chameleon could miss his. “What are you doing here, Leon?” Falco asked. “Looking to get a few more holes shot in you? Happy to oblige.” “Watch it, featherhead. I’m here because someone called me.” “Heh, you think any of us would call any of you?” “Hehehe, well, whoever called me has a serious case of cock-itch that they wanted me to scratch. How could I pass that up?” Falco almost dropped his blaster in pure shock. He managed to keep from fumbling it, but there was no way that the shock didn’t show on his face. [i]Leon...Leon’s the one that I…[/i] Not that it was an unappealing thing on a purely physical level. After all, Leon had a good body, lean and strong, and that ass looked like it could take a hell of a pounding. Not to mention that the chameleon had a better package in front than Fox did. Almost double the size, if not a bit more than that. On the other hand, it was [i]Leon.[/i] The fucker had been a pain in his tail for so long...and now he was… Falco grimaced as he lowered his blaster. “I didn’t call you for...that...but I was the one that called you.” “You?! I thought -” “Get up here.” “Wha -” “Get up here before I change my mind and shoot you anyway. Before someone sees.” Whether Leon took his threat seriously or not - and who knew with that chameleon - the reptile followed him into the Great Fox. Falco was on full alert as he walked down the halls, knowing that his team would have many questions for him if they saw the former Starwolf member. For that matter, he’d be lucky if they let him answer them. More than likely, they’d kick him out and that would be the end of it. Particularly if Fox saw him. [i]Fuck, what the hell am I going to say to Fox?[/i] he wondered, shaking his head as he imagined his lover seeing him with someone else. [i]I mean, not like we’re exclusive…[/i] Well, not officially. They hadn’t taken anyone else despite having the relationship open enough to allow for it. Fox didn’t have the courage, and until recently, he’d been satisfied with his commander. Now, though… He glanced over his shoulder. Leon was following obediently, at least, and not looking like he was up to anything. Well, no more than usual, at least. He wasn’t scanning the walls or trying to peer into the other rooms they were passing, and that was good enough for the pheasant. They finally got to his room, and Falco barely resisted the urge to throw Leon inside. He slammed the door shut, his hand twisting the lock-pad at the side as he glared at the lizard. “Alright...now…” Falco drew himself up. “What the hell are you -” “I think it’s pretty obvious what [i]I[/i] want, featherbrain.” Leon sat on the bed - his bed - and crossed one leg over the other. It only emphasized the sheer bulk of the other man’s bulge in the process, and Falco had to force himself not to stare. The chameleon continued. “I want to get some action. Years under Wolf hasn’t exactly left me with a great many...options...in the bars in the Cornerian system. I have to play it...quiet...if I want some fun.” “And you thought that you’d just get it on with one of us.” “I wasn’t the only one keeping it anonymous, was I?” That was...true enough, though Falco hadn’t exactly kept everything a secret. After all, having this meeting on the Great Fox… [i]Damn, this was a mistake…[/i] Leon seemed to taste his discomfort, and the other pilot’s large eyes narrowed over a smirk. “What’s the matter, hmm? Having second thoughts? I thought if anyone on this team could handle me, it would be you.” “You think that I’d ever stoop to ‘handling’ someone like you, lamebrain?” “Oh, I think you’d enjoy it.” Before Falco could say anything, the chameleon reached down to his zipper. The bird’s eyes dropped down, his beak opened - And then stayed that way as a cock even bigger than his was fished out. “Holy crap…” He had seen a number of big dicks in his time as a pilot and as a freelancer. One didn’t get to be as good as he was - and as financially successful - without having a few deals in bars with other types of strippers. That said, he hadn’t seen a cock that was that big, while soft, as Leon’s was. It had to be at least six inches right there, with the tip covered in foreskin that pinched at the tip and hung down low. Just looking at it was a dramatic comparison between what his own looked like, and even more dramatic compared to what Fox’s cock looked like. Imagining his lover was...rather disappointing at that moment. Thinking of the vulpine’s shaft, how it wouldn’t even reach Leon’s tip at its biggest, how the circumcised tip made it look...less natural… [i]Pull yourself together, man. He’s just showing off...it’s not...that impressive…[/i] That was a lie, and he knew it. Falco shook his head, leaning back against the door. In an attempt to play off his own growing arousal, he folded his arms against his chest and smirked. “What, you think I’m just gonna bend over and take that? I’m the one on top here, Leon.” “Heh, and what makes you think you’re so much better, hmm?” “I’m bigger than you, for one.” “Really? Why don’t you take it out and prove it?” Well, he was bigger...by an inch...when he was hard. And it wouldn’t hurt to show off a bit in front of his old rival. Falco chuckled. “Alright, if you really want to feel like the lesser man.” Putting on a confidence that he didn’t entirely feel, Falco reached down to his zipper. Praying in the back of his mind that Leon was a shower and not a grower, the pheasant pulled it down, fishing his cock out. He’d gone commando for so long that it was just a familiar feeling of dragging it free, the foreskin already pulled down a bit and exposing his urethra, a little pre already flowing. He dragged it all the way out, giving himself a few strokes, dragging the skin up and down and teasing himself. “See? All seven inches of me.” “Very impressive, birdbrain. Now I know why you’ve been so easy to shoot down; you’re playing with a shorter control stick.” “What’s that, lizard-lips?” “I said, it’s shorter.” “No way.” “Heh, let me prove it.” And just like that, his rival was masturbating - no, jerking off - right in front of him. Falco had no words for what was going on. All he knew was that his plans for an evening of fun were going right down the tubes, and he had no way of stopping them. Instead, he stared as the green, bouncy cock slowly started to stiffen, fattening up from the base to the tip. Unlike his cock, where the foreskin started to pull back when he got hard, Leon’s shaft had enough of the wrinkly stuff that it stuck past the head even when it was fully hard. The chameleon’s jerking motions only dragged it back enough to make it not hang off the tip, pulling it flush to the head instead of dangling loose. When the reptile was fully hard, Falco’s confidence slipped away. He looked...well, huge. And there was nowhere for him to go when Leon walked up to him, pinning him to the door, their cocks grinding against each other. “What do you think, featherhead? Looks like you’re the shorter one to me.” “Yeah? Line ‘em up, if you think - nnngh!” He hadn’t expected Leon to do just that, but soon they were frotting, their dicks grinding off each other. When had he lost all control? When did Leon turn into the guy calling the shots and putting him off-balance? Grinding his beak together, he looked down again, hoping that he’d mis-measured from a distance. Surely, he was - But he wasn’t. He wasn’t bigger. He was shorter, and not by a small amount, either. Not by less than an inch, or one inch, but...by two. Leon’s cock towered over his, and it was all the more humiliating when the chameleon reached down and pulled at his cock again, dragging the foreskin down and letting some pre ooze out from beneath it. The hot goo ran over the head of the bird’s cock, then down the sides of the shaft. The scent was heady and strong, hot and a bit salty, and it burned at Falco’s nose. He groaned, rubbing his beak with one feathered hand, but it didn’t help. The smell remained, and somehow, his cock got harder. “Heh, what’s the matter, hm? Birdbrain finally realizing who’s the better man?” “Mmmph...so you’re a bit...bigger…” “Bigger? That’s all that matters. I’ve got the bigger cock, the bigger balls…” As Leon leaned in, Falco realized that he was completely pinned. He couldn’t pull back, and he couldn’t open the door without revealing what they were doing to the rest of the ship. A shiver ran down his spine. He’d never been so completely out of control like this before, and… And it was turning him on. Each breath brought a bit more of that cock scent to his nose, but he was barely paying attention to it anymore. No, he was paying more attention to the way that the chameleon was grabbing his hips, how his legs were being lifted off the floor, how he - “Ah!” How he was pinned to the wall, Leon’s cock sliding away from his and under his ass, passing between the cheeks. “Hey! Put me...put me down!” he panted. “You think you’re still calling the shots? Maybe you could get away with that with that fox of yours...but with me?” Leon smirked, smirked in a way that showed off every alien feature that the reptile had. The narrowed eyes over his smirking, long, narrow lips, the eyes themselves big and unnatural. His hands were chilled against the bird’s hips, yet stronger than they should have been. “You’re just a slut at heart, birdbrain. And now, you’re going to get what you’ve been wanting this whole time.” “I don’t want - NNNGH!” Falco gasped, arching his back as he was suddenly penetrated. He could [i]feel[/i] the sheer girth of that cock sliding deeper and deeper into his asshole, spreading him wider by the second. It was impossibly large, impossibly long, and it was still going into him. Despite its size and his inexperience, though, it was still...somehow...pleasant? The pheasant panted, his cock throbbing all the harder as he looked down between his legs. He could just see Leon’s cock past his own, see the shaft being fed into his ass. It couldn’t be that big, couldn’t be that thick… And yet it was. He panted for breath, feeling himself sinking deeper and deeper into that strange, needy headspace that he’d started feeling when he was pinned against the door. Leon’s fingers pulled him down, dragging his ass further onto that cock. How deep was it, he wondered? Four inches? Five? Five, at least, he imagined as Leon started to pull out. Fox could not be any bigger than what was already in him. “Nnngh...mmmph…” “Aw, what a pretty song the birdbrain’s singing. Maybe I should teach you another.” “What...what did you do…” “Let’s just say that they can put implants anywhere these days…” Implants? [i]Pheromones,[/i] Falco realized. Pheromones that were burning through his system, making his body want something that he’d never wanted before. He shook his head, tried to wriggle back - “NNNGH!” Only to be stopped in his tracks by one firm thrust from below. Falco panted hard, feeling the burn under his tail feathers, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as Leon pulled him down further, sheathing himself deeper into the bird’s pucker. He wasn’t tight, he knew that. At least, not anymore. Everything was relaxing, going limp. His arms and legs were no longer tense, but more like noodles, hanging limp as he was bounced up and down. His eyes were unfocused, looking down, then up, then down, then up, bouncing as his body was slid up and down the metal door. His cock bounced with them, unable to go soft as long as something was rammed up his backside. And through it all, his pleasure was skyrocketing. The inside of his ass felt amazing, and every grinding thrust that the chameleon put him through made it worse. He could barely breathe enough to stay conscious, his panting and gasping getting worse and worse as Leon bounced him faster, harder. Finally, all nine inches were inside of him, and Falco - “Mmmmph!” Falco came, shooting his load all over the chameleon in front of him. He couldn’t hold back, no matter how hard he might have wanted to. Or...did he want to? He didn’t know. It was so hard to think. It took him almost a minute to stop cumming, his balls feeling shriveled and shrunken. Shaking like a leaf, he trembled against the door, slowly bringing his head around to focus on the chameleon once more. Seeing that teasing grin on the reptile’s face didn’t reassure him in the slightest. If anything, it made the whole situation worse. “W-what?” “We’re not done yet, featherbrain.” “What...what are you…” “I haven’t cum yet.” “...Oh, sh-nnngh!” With one thrust, he fell back into the submissive, empty space he’d been in, his hands clenching into fists as he was fucked mercilessly. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and his cock leaped right back to a full erection. His entire body both ached and burned for the touch of that cock in his ass. And it did so much more than touch. Falco bit his tongue, his beak clenched shut so tightly that it ached as he was fucked, rutted, used. The chameleon’s thrusts were driving him up the wall, and his mind was going blank as his oversensitive hole continued to beg for more. [i]Nnngh...why...why does it...feel so…[/i] He couldn’t complete that thought as Leon hammered away, his mouth falling open and his eyes going blank. In and out, in and out the chameleon went, each thrust driving him to a newer, higher point of ecstasy. He felt the burn fading, but that lovely feeling of being stretched out remained, becoming more and more constant as the chameleon picked up speed. The bird’s balls would rise, fall, and then rise again, forcing out more and more seed as he was forced over the edge to climax countless times. And through it all, all he could see was the smirking, leering chameleon. Something in the back of his mind knew that this was wrong, that he was being used, humiliated...and something liked that...and the rest… Well, it didn’t care. # He didn’t know how long they were together. What he did know was when it was done. Falco grunted as he hit the ship’s deck, panting for breath, sucking in the smell of his own orgasms more than anything else. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew that he was no longer smelling Leon’s pheromones. Still, he was shaky as a hatchling, and certainly in no fit shape to threaten his… Much as he wanted to call the chameleon his rapist, he knew that it wasn’t the right word. He had enjoyed it [i]way[/i] too much to have any right to call Leon [i]that.[/i] He groaned, shaking his head, and Leon looked down in the middle of zipping himself up. “Hmm? Still conscious, featherbrain? Looks like you’re tougher than I gave you credit for.” “Mmmph...what...what did you…” “Heh, let’s call it a freebie, hmm? If you want anymore -” “Fuck off...There’s no way…” “Heh, keep telling yourself that. Maybe you’ll believe you can be happy with Fox again after this.” The chameleon left before Falco could think of anything else to shout after him, and it took a full five minutes for the bird to get his feet under him once more. With shivers running up and down his spine and his cock still half-hard between his legs, the bird struggled to wobble back to bed. As he flopped over the side, he tried to hate what he had just gone through. He tried to tell himself that he was a top, that he liked taking control, that he liked fucking people up the ass and making them into his bitches. He grabbed at his dick, giving it a few strokes as he imagined filling Fox’s ass right then and there. It did nothing. Well, not quite nothing. He could feel his hand, and there was pleasure to the touch, but it was nothing compared to the sheer inferno of heat and need and bliss that he’d gotten from Leon’s cock up his ass. He gripped his cock tighter, trying to ignore the memories and focus on just his dick, but it didn’t work. Giving up in frustration, he rolled onto his side. By now, Leon would be long gone, and knowing the chameleon, he’d be hidden too well to track down without involving Slippy and Peppy in the search. If they knew why he needed to track the reptile down… [i]No way. This stays private.[/i] But what about Fox? When just the thought of trying to top his lover was making his cock wilt away, how was he going to explain that? [i]ROB’s got some viagra. I can fake it…[/i] But for how long? [i]I’ll figure it out. I’m not some...bitch…[/i] Fighting a blush at the continuous stream of memories from acting like a bitch and loving it, Falco rolled over and closed his eyes. He needed to sleep this off, and then get a shower before anyone found out what had happened to him. And then...then he’d figure out what he would do to Leon...And he hoped he’d be able to resist that cock next time. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]