[b][u][center]Lylat Wars: XXX Part 4 Sponsored by GlynWolf by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Fox stared up at his ceiling from the dorm couch, one leg hanging off the side and both hands behind his head. His fingers twitched relentlessly and his leg bounced up and down as if it was trying to hammer its way through the floor. It wasn't enough; it felt like the nervous, endless energy in his chest would explode out of him if he didn't find some other way to express it, some other way to make the worries in his head shut up. It had been a month since he'd gone to Bill and gotten face-fucked. He'd done it twice since and gotten into four more fights with people - once on Academy grounds, to General Pepper's dismay - and it was just enough to keep the edge off. So far, he'd managed to avoid getting into screaming matches and avoided any further breakdowns in public, but it was getting harder and harder. [i]Should have heard something by now,[/i] he thought. [i]Been two more weeks than it should have been. He said a month...he said a month...[/i] And yet, nothing. Nothing on the public news, nothing from General Pepper, nothing on private communication. Just...nothing. The endless silence had him more afraid than anything he'd ever faced in his life, and without a distraction, that constant fear was wearing him down, breaking him apart. [i]Ugh...[/i] He picked up his communicator. Bill was offline, as he had been for over a week now. The bulldog wasn't picking up any of his calls anymore. Probably had pushed things too hard, come on too strong, been too needy. Couldn't call Falco or Kat; that last fight had left them on the outs with each other, and he doubted a fucking apology would be good enough to get him into their good graces again, particularly after leaving the bird with a black eye. But if he didn't get something soon - if he didn't hear something or get another distraction - he already knew that he'd put someone in the infirmary. Might even be himself next time with how things were going; he was challenging bigger and bigger people, and sooner or later, that McCloud luck was going to run out. Fox rolled onto his side, pulling his leg off the floor and staring at the door. He hugged his arms around his middle. [i]Come home...please come home...[/i] Beep, beep. The communicator vibrated against his fingers and he almost dropped it as he yanked it up to eye-level. Not Bill this time. General Pepper had sent a message, and it was just three words. [i]My office. Now.[/i] For a split-second, Fox thought that it was something to do with him skipping class, but that thought faded as fast as it had come. There was no way that Pepper would be calling him to his office for something like that. Not even for an offer like the last time that they'd talked. No, this was something big. Something really big. # "Thank you for coming, Fox." The older bloodhound sat behind his desk, his hands folded and his eyes downcast. Fox slowly shut the door behind him, his other hand adjusting his uniform as best he could. He hadn't bothered wearing the official outfit for the academy for nearly two weeks now, attending classes - when he bothered to go at all - out of uniform and not bothering to get it pressed or cleaned. It was stained, now, and it certainly didn't look its best. Neither did he, for that matter. "There's been an update." "...Bad one, sir?" Fox said, his voice shaking ever so slightly. "Bad news for everyone involved." "...How bad?" General Pepper didn't answer immediately. He stood up from his desk, turning to look out the glass window behind him. He didn't say anything as he stared up at the sky, his hands folded behind his back. "Sir?" "Your father's team...found something on Venom." "What did they find? Where's my dad?" "I'll let you hear it from them yourself. Peppy's planetside, in the hospital." "And my dad?" Fox asked. "It would be better -" "Where's my dad?!" He was screaming. He'd already crossed the room and was around the desk before he knew it. Pepper turned to face him, and the sad, wrinkled face of the older officer stopped him in his tracks. There were tears in the old man's eyes, and Fox could almost hear the words that the bloodhound didn't want to say. "It would be better...to hear it from him." "..." "You'll have an escort there. Take the day off, Fox." # "Sorry, sonny...I...I couldn't save him." Peppy's word confirmed the general's unsaid news. Fox felt like he'd been hollowed out, like the words were some sort of scoop that had reached inside him and pulled out everything that was [i]him[/i] in the process, leaving nothing but a hollow shell sitting by the hospital bed. The hare in it, gray-streaked and wrapped in bandages all along his left side, covered his face with his right hand. "I'm sorry...we didn't know..." "What...how...my dad..." "James and I didn't have a chance, sonny. Pigma -" "How..." "Pigma sold us out. Andross - I dunno. I don't know what happened. But Pigma shot us down when we went flying in, and we got caught. Caught and tortured." Tortured. Pigma. His thoughts returned to the last call that he had with his father. He remembered the few words that they'd exchanged, that little snort of Pigma's voice in the background. He'd almost laughed at the greedy old pig, thinking of the times that he'd seen the money-obsessed boar during the team's visits home. He'd never been a good guy, but he'd never imagined - James. Dad. Tilting from thoughts of Pigma to thoughts of his dad in jail, in prison, screaming. Those sunglasses never moved, his father's smiling face twisted in grimaces of pain. No. No. Peppy was still talking. "Never woulda made it out without him." "Dad...dad's..." "He flew in front of it," Peppy said. "Flew right in front of the missile on my tail, Fox. Said to get home...and tell you...and make sure you lived." "Why? Why did he - I - how -" "That monkey had his whole fleet after us, sonny. Missiles everywhere, bombs going off on all sides, so many lasers...so many...He had three missiles chasing 'im, and he knew that he couldn't get out...but he thought, maybe, he could get me out." Peppy shook. "I'm sorry. It should have been me. Not him." He'd never seen Peppy like this before. The old rabbit had never been the same rock of confidence that his father was, but there'd always been a quiet, playful uncle figure in the older man. Peppy was someone that knew how good he was, and was more than happy to let everyone else take the stress while he did his job. That man was gone. That pilot was shattered, replaced by someone that was consumed by his tears and could not stop whispering to himself. Fox stared at the wreck of a man in bed, that shocked, empty feeling spreading further and further through him with each passing second. Everything was wrong. Everything about his life had just been turned upside-down. He couldn't say a word. He couldn't even say anything to Peppy's stream of apologies. The nurses came, checked the rabbit's vitals and everything else, and Fox still said nothing. He just stared into space, thankful that his mind had stopped spinning pictures of his father in pain, of the fireball that must have consumed his Arwing, and everything else that had gone wrong. The emptiness, however, was a consuming thing all its own. He couldn't speak. He could barely breathe. The future, always foggy, had gone black. There was nothing there for him, no voice to guide him along, nothing that could tell him what would be right or wrong, okay or not okay, good or bad. His dad, his everything, his inspiration and his hopes and dreams, had been completely destroyed. It took one of his escorts to step in and guide him out of the hospital room. Peppy reached out and grabbed his hand, startling him from his state of shock and making him look back. "He...won't...get away with this..." Peppy shook his head. "I promise...Fox. I promise. He won't get away with this." All he could do was nod. He didn't know what else to say, or even what else one could say to something like that. # The escorts brought him back to his dorm, setting him on the couch before leaving the small living quarters. Fox didn't have the energy or thought to get up, let alone leave. All he could do was stare at the wall, thinking about what Peppy had said, about what had changed. Pigma. He had the boar's face clearly in mind, and the deeper, darker parts of him started imagining how it would feel to pound his fists through that snout, to use his claws and teeth to rip him apart for what he'd done. All those times that they had talked, all the little bits of advice that the older boar had given: had they been lies, even then? Just some little trick to make a kid trust him, to get his dad to drop his guard? And Andross... He remembered the stories of that war. His dad had told him so much about it after it was all said and done, how Andross had been beaten, but only after the StarFox team had become part of the fight. That had been the end of that war, but if there was another one brewing - [i]Dad can fix it... But Dad isn't here anymore.[/i] It was the first time that he had thought it to himself, and it was enough to finally bring out the tears. Fox collapsed on himself, pulling his legs off the ground and hugging them to his middle. He wept, his tears flowing from the corners of his eyes and dripping from his cheeks. His father was dead. His dad was dead. And he couldn't bring him back. Everything that his dad would never see - his graduation, his flights on duty, his turn to show off that he was just as good a pilot as his dad could be - flashed through his head. Every lost opportunity was a slap in the face, a reminder of what he would never have, and each one started the tears flowing all over again. He ground his cheeks and his muzzle alike against his knees as he slumped into a tighter and tighter ball, and he lost all track of time. Eventually, when his eyes were dry and his face hurt and his throat creaked from crying, there was a knock at the door. He looked up, wanting to tell them to go away, but he lacked the strength. His throat hurt too much, and he couldn't get a word out. The door opened when he didn't answer. Slippy looked in on him and winced. "Are you okay, Fox?" "..." "Can I..." Fox nodded. Slippy stepped inside and shut the door behind him, crossing the room and standing beside him. The frog squeezed his shoulder. "Can I get..." "...Water..." It took two cups before he felt like he could talk clearly again. Fox slowly unballed himself from his curled-up position, and Slippy sat beside him on the couch. The chubby frog didn't say anything as he sucked down the water, just getting him more when he needed it and waiting. Nervously, of course - Slippy didn't do anything without being a little bit nervous - but waiting nonetheless. Fox looked down at the third cup of water when it was given to him, taking one breath after another. "...You heard?" "My dad told me a bit." Fox wasn't surprised. Beltino was connected to the military pretty heavily, and it would make sense that a mission going this badly would be reported to him. They'd want to upgrade equipment, get things ready for the inevitable war, and there were few other scientists that would work so willingly and well with the Defense Force. "What did he tell you?" "Things went bad...but he didn't say, um, how bad." "...My dad's dead." "Fox...I...I didn't know." He nodded, but before he could even start to explain, Slippy's arms were around him. Tensing up, he barely resisted the urge to throw the frog to the other side of the couch again. Everything wanted to be left alone, but at the same time, the soft grip of those warm arms, the embrace, the suddenness of it - He almost broke down again. He almost lost everything and nearly dropped the cup. Forced to hug it to his chest to keep from dropping it to the floor, Fox sniffled and covered his face again. "He's gone...he's fucking [i]gone.[/i] And it's not fair!" Slippy didn't say anything. He just kept holding Fox as tight as he could, and Fox let it happen. There was something to the frog's smothering, soft and slimy body that made the other stuff just stay out there, away from him, and that was what he needed most. He needed to be held. Time passed. Minutes? An hour? He wasn't sure. All that he knew was that it helped a little bit. That hug helped push some of the stuff that was [i]him[/i] back inside and made him feel less hollow, as if the hug was slowly jamming all those lost bits that had been scooped out at the hospital back inside of him. It was a weird, disturbing sort of feeling, but at least it was better than being left with that. It was better than feeling that empty all over again. Eventually, Slippy shifted positions, and Fox took the opportunity to slip out of the frog's arms. It was not pleasant, but at least he could sit up without crying. He didn't know if he was done weeping, but he hoped so. It hurt. It hurt too much to keep doing it, but it was agony keeping it in. But he had to. He had to. "Peppy's in the hospital," Fox said, already pushing himself to think of something else. Something different. Something that he could focus on without pain. Or at least, not as much pain. "But he's getting treatment. He'll be able to leave soon, I think. Maybe in a couple of weeks." "Fox -" "Pepper will have a lawyer or something. I can talk to them. Figure out what my dad's will was. What we can do. Things that have to happen." "Fox -" "And then we talk about - there are things that need to happen. The team - the war - the -" Slippy grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around. It was such an assertive move that he was caught completely off-guard, and the sudden distraction broke through the little barriers that he'd started putting up against all the grief still inside. The shivers returned, the little wetness at the corners of his eyes - "You don't have to do that yet." "I have to do [i]something.[/i] If I don't - if I can't - if I think -" "You don't want to think?" No. No, he really, really didn't want to think. Not when all that he could think of was - Sunglasses. Grimace. Explosion. Pain. Scream. His attempt to turn away was stopped in its tracks. Slippy gripped him tighter around the shoulders, shaking his head. "If you...if you don't want to think...I...I think...maybe I can help," Slippy said, his cheeks starting to burn a little red. "I - the people down at the clubs - they told me -" "I don't want sex." "You don't want to think, either, do you?" "..." "Maybe it'll work. You - I heard you - that you, um...that you and Bill..." He looked away again. That had been something that he'd tried to keep secret, but apparently, it hadn't worked as well as he'd hoped. If it got back to Bill that someone else knew that he'd been experimenting - god, the number of things that he'd clearly fucked up at this point. Was there anything - "Just...lemme try. Maybe it'll...maybe it'll make you think of something else for a bit, huh? And if I can't help...you can tell me to stop." "...Fine." As the frog slid off the couch, Fox reached for his pants. It was a mechanical sort of thing, tugging his zipper down and undoing the buttons. He slid out of them without thinking, sitting down on the couch and trying to think of anything that would make this okay. He didn't think that it would work; all the things that had happened to him today were consuming his mind, and he doubted anyone could - A little yelp escaped him as Slippy pulled him down a bit further. Not quite off the couch, but enough for his rump to slide forward. As his friend pushed his legs up, nudging his wide head between Fox's thighs, he realized that Slippy had been offering something a bit...more intimate. "I've never - uh -" Slippy didn't answer. The frog just stuck out his tongue and flicked it between the fox's thighs, and Fox hissed through clenched teeth at the first lick. Getting a tongue under his tail was a new experience, and getting Slippy's tongue back there was something else again. His toes curled in his socks as he felt the strength behind the frog's tongue, the little pressure on his rim grinding in for a moment before pulling back and just lapping between his cheeks. It was warm and wet, and just a little bit insistent on grinding in before pulling back again. Each little lap went from just behind his hole, over it, and then dragged along his taint all the way up to the back of his balls, teasing him and flicking against areas that generally didn't get a whole lot of attention from other people, or even from him. It was far more sensitive than he had expected, and he kept biting his lips as Slippy dragged a surprisingly broad tongue along his backside, going all the way across his hole, up to his balls, and then back down again. Up, down, up, down, taking his time, slathering him with spit and slime, and then doing it all over again. It didn't take long for Fox to stop thinking about the bad things. They were still there, but the stimulation was so intense that it was hard to think of anything else. Against his will, almost, his cock started growing, getting stiffer and harder with each lick, until it reached that point of no return and flopped hard against his belly. Fox hissed under his breath, reaching down and gripping the undersides of his thighs for Slippy and keeping them spread. As soon as he took that job from the frog, that tongue really dug between his cheeks. He gasped as Slippy all but locked lips with his hole, sucking on it, making it feel like his rim was getting pulled out just a bit. That same puffy, slightly hard feeling that he got from his cock as it was coming to life filled that spot, and he groaned as he leaned his head back. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Slippy nudged his asshole with his tongue over and over again, almost like he was teasing it, prodding it, seeing how it would react. The feeling of that broad thing almost sliding inside of him three times in rapid succession should have made him blush, but as it was, the strange, sensual feeling of that thing was more overwhelming than anything else. The constant push and suck, of that tongue trying to slide in only for the lips to purse and suck along his hole, made him harder and harder. He'd never experienced something like this before. If this was what getting rimmed by a frog felt like, no wonder Slippy had started getting a name for himself at the club. "Ah...nnngh..." Moaning despite himself, Fox fought the urge to reach down for his cock. The feeling of someone else servicing him like this was enough to keep the bad thoughts at bay, and he wanted to keep that going for as long as possible. Good feelings, good body feelings were enough to keep him from crying. More. He needed more. With a low groan, he reached down and grabbed Slippy by the back of his head and jammed him into place under his tail. The frog just went for it, his tongue all but going wild down there. Slick licks dragged along his hole, stroking it, teasing it, lapping against it until - "Nnngh!" It went inside of him. That was new; having something that was so slick and wet and not harder and 'solid' in the way that a finger or toy would have been was so different. Fox groaned, rolling his hips against the tongue in him, helping it go deeper, clenching down despite himself. "Fuck...fuck..." He kept expecting Slippy to tell him to stop, but there was no hesitation from the frog. That slimy tongue dug deeper and deeper, going right up his ass, wriggling into his depths as he fucked himself on it. His cock throbbed harder and harder, oozing pre-cum against his uniform, and he couldn't stop grinding down. More. More. More. The constant intake of that tongue felt impossible. It was broad at the tip, but the further in it went, the more slender it felt. Once he took that first bit, the rest was easy, and it just kept going, pushing in further and further, leaving his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he felt it tunneling in. Thrust, thrust, thrust it went, filling him, teasing him, and he swore that it was deep in his guts before Slippy finally started pulling it back. Thrust. In it went again, keeping him so slick and warm, teasing his prostate, going against it before curling up into his body. Suck. Right back in, his hole feeling so warm and sensitive as Slippy sucked on it. Thrust. Suck. Thrust. Suck. The cycle kept repeating, and Fox's eyes were rolled so far back that he felt like he had gone blind. Everything was so good, so much better, and all he had to do was let Slippy work his magic. The frog was doing something impossible. That tongue was making him forget everything but the pleasure of his own body, and it was doing it perfectly. He was so close to climax that the sudden slurp of that tongue leaving his ass was almost too much for him to take. Fox groaned, fumbling for Slippy's head to try and force him back down, but the frog was already pulling his head back, rubbing his jaw as he dragged his lips further up. "Why'd you stop?" "You're close, right?" Slippy asked. "Uh-huh." "But we want this to keep going." "...Right." "So, uh, maybe I should...focus here a bit?" The gentle gesture at his cock should have ruined the mood after the near-forceful way that Slippy had dug that tongue up his ass, but there was something so gentle and soft about it that it didn't bother him. Fox nodded, slowly sliding back onto the couch for a little more comfortable position, and Slippy just went for it. That wide mouth was...different for a blowjob compared to the few others that he'd gotten, but it wasn't bad. More cavernous, less of the feeling of being in a tight hole, and that wider mouth meant that there was less pressure on the sides of his cock from the lips. That downside, however, was immediately mitigated by the fact that the frog tongue went to work just about instantly around his cock. It was like a coiling serpent, slowly wrapping around his cock and giving it the perfect little squeeze, pulling it deeper, giving him the feeling of thrusting down a throat without even going that far back. He had to grip the arm of the couch to keep from cumming right then and there, and his eyes closed tighter still, clenching shut as he forced himself to focus on other things. On his body, on his wet hole, on the emptiness back there, on his churning balls, everything but the intense, draining feeling of Slippy's tongue sliding up and down his cock in an oral handjob. [i]Fuck...fuck...fuck...he's this good and he's this shy about it?[/i] Fox couldn't imagine anyone else down at the nightclubs being this good with their mouth and not bragging about it to anyone that would listen. He knew Slippy was shy, but god, this was nothing to be shy about. That mouth, that tongue - "Mmmph..." Rolling his head against the back of the couch, Fox didn't even have the energy to reach out and grab hold of Slippy's head again. All he could do was roll with the pleasure and hope that he could keep holding back long enough to feel good at the end of all this. # It took hours. Rimming to oral, oral to ball worship, ball worship to gentle handjobs, and then back to rimming. The last one involved Fox sitting on Slippy's face, his cheeks spread against that wide frog mouth, and just letting that tongue in and out. He never had to touch his cock. All he had to do was let Slippy work him over. The frog was too good at it to ever interfere, and Fox didn't want it to end. He lost track of time over the long night, and just enjoyed himself for as long as he could. When Slippy finally tapped his thigh, telling him that it was time to move on, it didn't even take a touch to get him off. Fox had been fighting the pleasure all night long, and now that Slippy was done, all he had to do was stop fighting. One more tongue-thrust, and he came hard. With Slippy's body facing away from him, rather than in front of him, his load hit the floor and dangled over the carpet fibers with each shot that left him. Spurt, spurt, spurt went his cock, adding to the mess from the first explosion, his balls jumping and adding to the pure pleasure as they were slowly emptied of everything that they had built up over the course of the night. The soft 'pop' of the wider tip of the tongue coming free nearly left him too empty, but Fox managed to get over that as he leaned forward, catching himself from falling on all fours. He lifted his hips a little further, giving Slippy the room that he needed to get out from under him, and the frog crawled toward the kitchen. "Water," Slippy muttered. "You and me both," Fox huffed, shaking his head as he felt the sweat drops that had gathered in his fur through the night. The whole place reeked of sex after hours upon hours of getting serviced, and - And reality was still there. He waited for it to come crashing down on him and take away the joy of the moment, but whether it was simple dopamine in the brain or something else, the worst was kept at bay for now. He still felt the grief of his father's passing, but the high that he rode kept him from feeling more than about half of it. It was still bad - so bad - but it no longer had that same horrific pain behind it. [i]And as long as I keep busy...that should be enough...[/i] Fox joined Slippy in the kitchen, getting a glass of water for himself. He half-expected Slippy to rinse and spit before drinking more, but the frog just swallowed. After chugging two glasses, Slippy turned to him and opened his mouth...then closed it again. He rubbed the back of his head. "So, uh...did that, um, help?" "...Yeah." "...Anytime." "Heh, anytime? Just how much exercise do you get with that magic tongue?" Fox asked. "Um...probably not enough to go all night every time, but...enough." "You good?" "...Kinda?" "Did you, um..." "I'll get mine later." "Okay. You, uh...You mind if I get a shower?" "No. I should, um, go and get some sleep. Get something in before class." "Okay. You...you do that. And Slippy?" "Huh?" "Thanks." Nodding, the frog ran out. It wasn't until Fox had put his cup away and gone to the shower that he remembered what he'd told the frog before. [i]Always get something for you.[/i] Slippy hadn't cum once during that whole session. Hell, the frog had stayed dressed the whole time, never touching himself, never even trying to. If he hadn't cum once, if he hadn't gotten something for himself that way, what the hell had he gotten out of that? [i]Dammit, Slippy...[/i] There was no time to worry about him now. There were a hundred other things that had to be taken care of after he got a shower and a short nap. He'd have to go back to the hospital and get the full details from Peppy. The pair of them would have to figure out how long the rabbit would need treatment for. They'd need to go over his dad's will together and see what could be done, what had to be done, and - There was so much to be done. So fucking much to be done. And if he just kept doing that, all those bad feelings [i]should[/i] stay at the back of his mind where they couldn't do any harm. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Fox gets the bad news, and Slippy helps comfort him. Tags: M/M, Fox McCloud, Slippy Toad, Peppy Hare, Starfox, Fox, Frog, Rabbit, Sci-Fi, Series, Rimming, Oral, Blowjob, Tongue Fucking, Face-Sitting, Orgasm, Cum, Edging, Grief,