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Falco Lombardi moved slowly, keeping his footfalls silent as he could as he approached the hangar. The blue feathered avian sighed, straightening his white jacket for what felt like the tenth time that night, his mind wondering to what was to occur and how it all happened. His emerald green eyes gazed at the metallic door that would slide open when he reached it, the red around his eyes a contrast to the iris. Feathered fingers rubbed his beak tip, yellow and pointed, while he stretched out the uniform collar to get a bit more air.

The bird couldn't help but wonder how the hell they had gotten to this point. What would Fox say? And Peppy? They were the closest together and he doubted they would understand. How could they? Falco wasn't even entirely sure what it was that he and Slippy had, but it wasn't something either felt the need or desire to talk about. Indeed, they didn't ever speak at all during these times. The blue avian sighed as he thought back on what had happened.

It was just a simple accident that lead to this. It had been a late night on the great fox, the engines humming quietly as the two moved about in the hangar. Slippy had wanted to tinker with the arwings yet again and Falco was there to "help". More like nag and grab some tools. Not like the bird wasn't going to be there if the toad was going to mess with his ship at all. The event was simple, the avian had moved to get a tool for the mechanic when he heard a low boom. Before he knew it, he was hit by something and fell onto his back, air rushing from his lungs. Once the stars vacated his vision, he noticed a pair of legs beside him, his beak peaking between the amphibian's crotch. With a growling shove, he pushed the stunned Slippy off him, irritable as he stood up and dusted himself off. Such a simple accident and it changed a lot.

The green toad started to act a little strange around Falco, when the bird felt Slippy trying to pass it off and failing. It was a bit feather raising for the blue avian. It was even worse when they were in the communal showers together, he could feel the other male's eyes on him. They still bickered as they always did though, it was only when they were alone that Falco could tell something was amiss with Slippy. So it wasn't a huge surprise when the blue bird found a note asking to quietly come to the toad's room. Walking down the corridor, the avian took the amphibian's advice and kept his walking to a slow and steady pace, quiet but purposeful. Knocking on the toad's door, he was a bit shocked to find Slippy in only his underwear.

Falco's eyes quickly looked over the toad in a new light. Slippy was mostly a forest like green, though from his lower lip and chin down his chest to his underwear he was more cream based in color. Standing roughly half the tall bird's height, the avian looked into the amphibian's crystal blue eyes. Opening his beak to talk, Slippy pressed his finger to his lips before beckoning the bird in. Falco stepped inside, the toad closing the door behind him. Slippy moved in front of the blue avian, his eyes lightly taking in the jacket and uniform the bird had left on. Reaching up, the amphibian started to take off the outer layer of clothing from the avian.

To say this was surprising to Falco was an understatement. Already the toad was working him out of his uniform, a flush entering the bird's cheeks as he was left in just his boots, the uniform pooled at the top of the boots and his black jockstrap. The pouch was filled completely as it was, something that Slippy seemed to have as well in his briefs. The blue avian wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but he decided to see this for a bit. His boots off and the clothing discarded, Falco was lead to the toad's bed, sitting on it. The amphibian looked up at the bird, a strange look in his eyes before the gaze traveled over Falco's red feathered chest and further down to the tented pouch of the jockstrap. A hand was brought up and lightly grabbed the pouch, making the avian let out a gasp. It was soon followed by a nose pressed into his pubic feathers, inhaling sharply.

Falco was honestly getting aroused by this, flushed and breathing harder already as he felt hands on the waistband of his underwear. It was pulled down, past his tail and left him bare to the amphibian. They had been naked around each other plenty but this was different. Slippy himself stepped out of his underwear, making the blue bird stare a bit in shock. The toad was average length wise, but he was quite thick. Thicker than himself, but he had a good round about with his height and being a bit over endowed. It didn't matter to Slippy as the toad fell back to his knees between Falco's legs, hands rubbing along the feathered thighs as he lightly licked at the bird's dick.

Falco shuddered from the feeling of another guy. It had been a good while since he'd last fucked around with anyone. Yet even as the amphibian grabbed his dick and took it into his mouth, suckling and twirling that fantastic tongue to get him fully hard, the bird could tell Slippy wasn't as use to this as he was. Even so, the avian wasn't about to protest as the toad started to bob his head on his shaft, leaking pre that Slippy slurped up and swallowed. A hand was placed on the amphibian's head, a groan emanating from Falco's beak. It was all too soon that Slippy pulled off the throbbing organ between the bird's legs but he stood and walked to his drawer next to his computer. Falco watched as the toad returned, holding a bottle that caused an even deeper flush from the bird. Lube.

The amphibian had Falco stand, handing the bottle to the bird before laying on his back. Grabbing his legs, the toad pulled his legs up and back, showing off his rump to the avian. He was tense, his eyes showing a hunger and also a fear. Falco lightly coated one of his feathery hands in the lube, gently pressing into the toad's entrance before a gasp from Slippy indicated the finger was in. Slowly, the bird started to pump a finger, lubing the hole as he tried to wiggle his finger in the other's body. Soon, another finger was added, eliciting a groan from Slippy. Falco lightly spread the hole, trying to loosen it as he stroked his own erection while he did so. This was fucking hot and he didn't know why.

Removing his fingers, Falco poured more lube onto his hand, stroking himself to spread the gel. Moving forward, he gently presses his cock head against Slippy's ass, looking at the toad. Tense and fearful, yet craving. It was wrong of the avian, he knew it was, yet he still pressed against the hole before it slipped in, making them gasp and groan. Slowly, Falco speared the virgin ass with his dick, popping Slippy's cherry fully before he stopped a bit from his base. He didn't want to hurt the toad, especially with this being his first. Pre still oozed from his tip, as it did with the amphibian's erection. Slippy nodded after a moment, a bit pained and breathing hard but Falco took the que. Slowly, he pulled his longer shaft from the toad's rump, leaving the head in before pushing back in. Slowly a rhythm was created, the bird shoving his cock into Slippy who let out groans and gasps. Falco himself was grunting lightly, not used to how tight the amphibian was, oozing more and more pre into the other's ass. Moving a hand to grab the toad's dick, Falco started to stroke Slippy off in time to his thrusts, using his full dick now, feathery balls slapping the smooth hide of the toad's buttocks.

It wasn't surprising that Slippy was the first to finish, arching his back a bit even as his fingers claws his own legs. Dick throbbing in the avian's hand, it started to shoot out rope after rope of seed, spasming around the bird's dick. Falco shuddered himself, feeling himself growing close but not yet over the edge. Releasing the jerking dick, feathered fingers coated in toad sperm, Falco grabbed the toad's legs and started to thrust hard and fast using his lower shaft to bring himself to his end. Arching his back as he inhaled and let it out slowly, the blue bird shoved himself to his base and let himself pulse in the deflowered toad's rump, his seed coating the pink insides as his balls drew fully tense. Panting, he looked down at Slippy, seeing a content grin grazing his face. Falco chuckled lightly as he pulled out of the amphibian, his seed pouring out onto the toad's bed. With a sigh, the avian sat down on the bed next to Slippy, lightly looking at the spent toad. Slippy let his legs fall, lazing on the bed before standing and putting on his underwear. The creamy mess made wet spots on the tight white briefs as the amphibian handed Falco his clothing. With a smirk of his own, the blue bird slung his jacket and uniform over his shoulder after pulling up his jockstrap, leaving it on his still creamy and slightly hard dick as he grabbed his boots. He walked out of the room and left, heading for his own bed to get some sleep.

Since then, the two had met in secret many times. Sometimes it was a couple times a week, sometimes it was only once a month. They never spoke during those times, forming a strange bond of understanding. And so a note would be passed from the toad to the avian, under the door, in his jacket, his tools. Falco never denied the request, always showing up when he got the note. Like now, as the hangar door opened and the bird walked in, noticing that Slippy was already undressed and was lightly groping himself. The blue avian headed in the toad's direction, slipping his jacket off and already unzipping his flight suit. Clothing was set down when he was fully bare, his jockstrap followed soon after from Slippy's hands sliding it down. The amphibian's own white briefs soon followed. Falco was still somewhat amazed that Slippy was so thick. Sometimes he wondered why the toad hadn't asked to top. Regardless, the bird was lead by the amphibian to his own arwing. Falco wondered a bit about what was the toad's plan but once he was seated in his ship and Slippy poured the lube onto his dick, stroking it to spread and make the bird fully hard, he understood. Laying back in the seat a bit, the avian watched the amphibian straddle his lap, slowly sinking onto Falco's cock. Hissing lightly, he felt the tight passage of the toad around his most sensitive area, feeling Slippy's white balls rubbing at his pubic feathers. Pre already leaked from his shaft, somewhat pent up as he hadn't gotten off in a little bit. The amphibian started to slide up and down, bouncing on the avian's dick as he let out a light squawk and moans. One hand on the red feathers, the other on the thick dick, the toad continued, a slightly frenzied pace of desire. Pre soaked into Falco's feathers as it dripped from Slippy's cock even as he started to buck his hips to dig deeper into the toad's ass.

Slippy let out moans, panting as Falco did, the bird's hands moving and grabbing the toad's ass even as it slid up and down his meat pole. The amphibian always seemed to finish first and now was no exception. Slippy gasped and writhed, cock jerking as the toad's semen shot out and coated the avian's chest. Falco growled lightly, feeling the spasming around his dick as he grabbed harder onto Slippy's rump and started to buck his hips hard, driving himself to his end. With a groan, he hilted again and shot his own seed into the amphibian's innards. It leaked out around his shaft and dribbled down to his own balls and pubes. Breathing hard, the two rested for a moment, before Slippy pulled off, more cum spurting out from the opened hole. The toad climbed out of Falco's arwing, leaving the messy bird in his ship. Falco himself stayed in his seat, looking up at the hangar's ceiling. It was a strange bond the two shared, but a smile graced his beak. He wasn't going to complain. He got to shoot his load into a willing ass and he helped a teammate scratch an itch that would otherwise remain untouched.