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Green leathery fingers grabbed onto the zipper of his age-old team uniform, slowly pulling it down to reveal his bright red pubic feathers. His scaled feet were bare on the cold metal floor of the hangar, having discarded his specialized avian-fitted boots. Falco's piercing emerald eyes roamed over Slippy's green form, open to the air except for his brief-clad groin before returning to the toad's crystal blue gaze. Clothing pooled on the floor, kicked away to lay strewn along with Slippy's. The pouch of the pitch-black jockstrap Falco wore bulged, clear indication of his excitement and desire.

It was just another normal, dull, boring day on the starship when the accident happened. Slippy had wanted to tinker with the arwings and Falco wasn't going to let the toad at all near his ship without him there. The blue bird would throw jabs at the amphibian, all the while distracting himself with a deck of cards, throwing them onto piles as he flipped through them in some sort of card game. With a resounding boom, the avian looked up only to see a flying Slippy heading straight for him. With an "oomph", Falco was propelled backwards, sliding on his back after hitting the floor with the heavy amphibian on top of him. Beak parted to breath in the slightly smoky air, trying to regain his bearings, Falco came to realize that Slippy was upside down on his chest, similar to the sixty-nine position. Growling a bit, the agitated blue bird shoved the toad off him, grumbling as he went to pick up his cards with a concerned Fox and Peppy running in.

Slippy's palms pressed into his feathered chest, lightly running the fingers through the bird's red feathered chest before stroking over the sensitive nipple. Falco let out a shaky breath, his erection throbbing even as the wondering hands proceeded lower to stroke over his belly. Lidding his eyes, the bird's hands moved up to thumb over the amphibian's own nubs, watching as the frog started to shake lightly. Falco could tell Slippy was eager, the toad always was when they met like this. Not wanting to keep his teammate waiting, the avian slid his hands down to the toad's waistline, hooking his fingers into the briefs before pushing them down and letting them fall about the amphibian's ankles. Falco felt his waistband slipping down his hips, his dick springing free in the cold air of the hangar even as the garment joined the toad's on the floor.

After the time in the hangar, Falco began to notice how Slippy would act differently if they were alone. In the battle simulations, the bird saw how the toad wouldn't even pay attention to his surroundings. Tinkering with things, the amphibian would ask for tools right beside him and Falco would feel Slippy's fingers over his. The strangest would have to be in the communal showers, when the avian would always feel like he was being watched and even caught the toad staring at his backside. It was unusual, to say the least, even if Falco was use to being stared at and wanted. He had planned to bring it up to the toad one day but before he could, Falco found a strange note on the floor when he walked into his room. It was short and simple, meet Slippy in his room late at night and to be quiet.

Wanting to at least figure out why and try to put an end to this strangeness that Slippy had devolved into, the blue bird followed the instructions. Boots off, the avian padded down the hall before lightly rapping on the door to the amphibian's door. He wasn't expecting what greeted his emerald gaze, beak dropping. Knowing Slippy to be shy and not one to show off, seeing the toad wearing only his underwear wasn't a common sight at all, even if they all showered together. Trying to compose himself, Falco was about to speak but a finger pressed onto the toad's lips to signal silence. The bird's hand was gripped in a shaky and sweaty hand before being led inside. The toad was visibly shaking, Falco slightly worried before he was hugged and felt the rough lips of Slippy on the side of his beak. Eyes wide in shock, the avian almost missed hearing the tell-tale sign of his jumpsuit being unzipped and a hand cupping his groin. About to speak, Falco's breath hitched when Slippy squeezed his bound genitals before helping the bird slip out of his clothing. A slightly flushed Falco watched the amphibian, not entirely sure of this new side of Slippy.

A hand gripped Falco's shaft, slowly ghosting over the flesh as the fingers slid down to his pubes and up to his tip, oozing out a drop of pre. The bird shook a little, pleasure shooting throughout his body, breath coming out in a hiss as the hand stroked over his most sensitive part. Falco looked down at the toad, seeing the amphibian focused on his cock as Slippy's other hand came up to grab and caress the soft balls. The blue bird let out a shaky breath, a low groan coming out of him even as he leaked more over the leathery fingers. Falco breathed heavier, lust overtaking him and Slippy as the toad slowly sunk to his knees.

As the avian's clothing fell to the floor, Slippy brought Falco over to his bed, pushing the bird back to sit on it. Intrigued and slightly aroused, Falco watched as Slippy feel between his legs, spreading them apart and staring at his jockstrap cup. Fingers brushed the avian's feathers as they slowly slid up his thighs before stroking over the contained bird meat. Falco let out a groan, becoming more aroused and stretching his pouch out as the fingers slid into the now open sides. Soft strokes to his balls and dick made the bird moan out, squirming lightly under the fingers of another person for the first time in quite a long time. Chest heaving already, he felt as the amphibian grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down, letting his cock and balls breath freely. Falco watched as Slippy gazed at his erection in awe before grasping it tightly.

The feeling of another's hand on his dick was bliss, even if the grip was a little tighter than the avian was use to. It felt even better to Falco as the toad slowly slid his hand up and down, masturbating him as his hips pressed up into the stroking hand. Pre beaded on his tip before slipping down his shaft, feeling the slick liquid being spread along his length by Slippy's hand. His heart beat in his ears, as did the snick from the pre soaked cock being stroked. As the hand sped up a bit, the avian could already feel the fiery knot in his gut taking form, the barest of embers flaring up.

Slippy's lips pressed against Falco's tip, a gentle kiss, making the avian shudder lightly. A somewhat rough and wide tongue slowly slid up his cum-slit, a groan produced from his beak. Pre leaked, though it was hard for Falco to differentiate it from the saliva slowly coating the tip before the amphibian wrapped his lips around the bird meat. Slowly but surely, the toad dipped lower onto Falco's dick, the avian watching and letting out groans and clicks of his beak, hand resting on the amphibian's head. The tongue was not idle, flicking over his head and lightly swirling around his shaft, the bird shivering in the difference of hot and cold, pleasure shooting up his spine. Slippy had improved much since he first started, Falco thought to himself as the toad slurped up and down his dick, nose burying into his red pubic feathers.

Falco watched as Slippy's hand slowed to a stall, the look the toad showed was one of hesitance. The hand falling from the bird's dick, Falco breathed hard as the amphibian leaned in closer before sliding his tongue from the bird's red balls to his pre dribbling cock head. The avian let out a breathy moan, tilting his head back before returning his attention to Slippy. It looked like the toad was debating whether or not he liked what he had tasted. Apparently the bird's musky flavor was to Slippy's liking as the amphibian came back to lick from base to tip once more. Falco was loving every minute of this, regardless of the lack of experience Slippy showed. Lips pressed to his tip, the avian gazed with lidded eyes at the toad, awaiting what would come next.

The blue bird hissed as he felt Slippy sink his bird meat into the wet cavern that was the toad's mouth. Falco could tell the amphibian wasn't use to this, sucking a bit much and feeling a bit of teeth. A blow job was a blow job though, and after the dry spell of being on the ship without any sexual activity besides his own wing, Falco wasn't about to complain to much. The avian moved his wing to rest on the toad's head, caressing the leathery skin as the amphibian started to bob his head. Encouraging Slippy to do more, Falco pressed down on the toad's head with slight pressure and Slippy complied as he sunk lower on the avian's dick. The bird let out a groan, pre leaking into the mouth encircling his member even as the amphibian bobbed his head slightly faster. The knot grew in Falco's gut but was delayed more as the toad pulled off and stood, a deeper blush on his leathery cheeks.

Slippy slid up and down the full length of Falco's dick, the avian clenching his beak and inhaling through his nostrils. The toad's tongue flicked over his tip, a shudder traversing his body as Falco closed his eyes for a moment. His emerald gaze returned to the amphibian half lidded, watching as Slippy slowly pulled the dick from his mouth. A string of saliva connected Falco's member to the toad's lips before Slippy moved forward and kissed the tip again. The avian smirked a bit, knowing that the amphibian desired more than just to taste his cum tonight. It wasn't often that Slippy wanted to have a good fuck, seeming to prefer oral to anal, but tonight he seemed a bit needy. Falco's eyes wondered over the toad's legs and ass as the amphibian moved to his clothing, bending over and retrieving a bottle from his pants.

Falco's hand was grabbed by the amphibian, being led over to his own arwing before Slippy indicated the bird to get into the cockpit. Only raising an eye ridge, the blue avian climbed up the side of his ship to sit in the pilot seat. Reclining, Falco watched as the toad climbed aboard, sitting on his belly as Slippy popped the bottle's cap and poured the cool gel onto the avian's heated organ. Falco shook a bit, legs shifting as he inhaled in response to the cold before a warm hand encircled his meat and began to pump up and down his length. The gel spread well, lubing the avian's dick for the task ahead, heating up as Slippy jacked the bird off. Feathers ruffling, Falco watched the toad turn about on his belly, Slippy's eyes betraying a desire that badly needed fulfilled. Slippy grabbed the bird's shaft, moving back to press his smoother rump onto Falco's tip. The blue bird watched the toad as Slippy prepared to take his dick again.

Falco gazed on as the aroused and embarrassed Slippy moved around the bed, ruffling in a drawer before bringing out a bottle of what the avian could only believe was lube. The blue bird could only smirk as he watched the amphibian return, one hand shaking the bottle in his shyness, the other lewdly stroking his arousal as it drooled out more pre. The avian stood at Slippy's beckoning, taking the offered lube before watching as the amphibian laid on his back near the edge of the bed. The toad hoisted his legs into the air, showing off his to Falco, who needed no more invitation. Popping the cap on the bottle, the bird drizzled some onto his fingers, the gel cool to the touch. Pressing his hands together and rubbing over the fingers, the blue avian spread the lubricant as well as warmed it up. One hand snaked down to his throbbing erection coated in saliva, taking a slow and measured pace up and down to spread the gel.

Meanwhile, Falco's other hand moved down and lightly stroked over Slippy's entrance. The toad's hole tensed up at his initial passing, a strange thought coming into Falco's head. Pushing it aside for the time being, the avian made a few more passes before circling the tunnel. Pushing a finger in, he heard the amphibian gasp and clench tight, letting out a shaky breath a moment later as the insides relaxed. Slowly, the blue bird started to wiggle his finger, touching around and pumping now and then to lube the passage up. Another finger was added to the mix, making the toad groan and shift about. The thought was now coming back as Falco lightly spread the hole, trying to loosen it some more. Slippy's fingers dug into his calves a bit, a detail the bird took in, his lust filled mind finally listening to the thought. It couldn't be though. No, of course not, Slippy wouldn't be. Would he? As Falco pulled his fingers out and pressed his cock head against the shivering amphibian's hole, the avian looked into the hesitant, fearful, hungry eyes and knew that Slippy was indeed a virgin about to have his first fuck.

Falco grew tense as he hissed lightly in pleasure, the familiar feeling of a warm, tight hole around his cock head once Slippy popped it in. Progress was slow, much to the bird's dismay, as the amphibian took his dick all the way to the base where his feathery pubes tickled the toad's balls. Toes curling, the avian grabbed onto Slippy's hips, wanting the pleasure to rise sooner, but alas the toad was resilient and rose from the squatted position just as slow to the tip. Gravity aided Falco's cause of pleasure as the amphibian fell back to take all of his length as the toad squeezed and milked the shaft. Slippy kept one hand on the edge of the cockpit, the other moving to stroke at the bobbing shaft as Falco only slightly bucked up into the toad's downward falls.

The blue bird pressed harder against the amphibian's unused pucker, meeting resistance from the nervous and tense toad. Falco grabbed onto Slippy's hips then, pushing even harder until with a slick pop, his cock head delved into the popped cherry that was the toad's ass. The avian felt a bit guilty as he looked up to Slippy's face, seeing the amphibian look like he was in pain a bit. Even so, the toad had asked for this and Falco wasn't about to let this go. Waiting until Slippy recovered, the bird slowly sunk inch after thick inch into the amphibian's insides, red pubes pressing into the toad's smooth balls. Again, the bird waited for Slippy to adjust to his size before he decided he couldn't stand waiting any longer. Drawing his hips back some, Falco pushed himself into the amphibian's depths, starting a slow rhythm back and forth.

The blue avian's balls smacked the green rump, a wet noise rising from the lube and pre leaking from around the bird's moving dick. The fiery knot inside of Falco grew by astounding increments, the need to finish surfacing. The bird grabbed Slippy's dick in one of his hands, stroking it in time to his thrusting hip smacks. It seemed the new experiences was too much for the toad, as Slippy groaned deeply and arched his back, seed spraying up and out as it coated the amphibian's chest, neck and face. Slippy's spasming tunnel was almost painful with how tight it milked Falco's shaft, but the avian persisted and rutted a few more times before he hilted himself. With a hissed inhale, the bird throbbed inside the toad and spurted out rope after rope of pent up avian cum. Slowly Falco tapered off, keeping still as he panted, a light sheen to his feathers from the exertion. Looking at Slippy, he saw the amphibian looked ever worse, legs dangling as the toad seemed to be on a cloud higher than nine.

A wet slurp and a lewd smack followed every bounce that the amphibian made on Falco's dick. The avian clicked his beak, pleasure overflowing already and knowing that the toad was feeling it and more. Slippy's tongue was hanging out, something a bit cute to Falco even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone and was a habit the toad had picked up in their little fun times. Another strange habit was that Slippy seemed to always finish first. A few more bounces and the amphibian blew, pressing down onto Falco's dick as the toad's own shot out strings of semen to coat the bird's feathers. The avian grabbed onto Slippy's hips and bucked up into the clenching ass before he hilted and let out a moan. Falco filled up the amphibian's ass with his semen, some of it leaking out around the seams as the two finished their fun.

The blue bird slowly slipped his shaft from the exhausted toad's ass, Slippy letting out a slight whimper. Sighing, the avian grabbed onto the amphibian and dragged him higher on the bed, wrapping the nude toad into his sheets before moving about the bedroom and cleaning up what he could. Grabbing his clothing, Falco left Slippy's room completely bare, looking over his shoulder as the door closed. He couldn't believe he'd just taken the toad's virginity and marveled on it on the way back to his room. Regardless he'd have to have a talk with the amphibian when they had a moment alone again.

The two rested in the arwing, Falco recalling moments of the first time they had coupled like this. The blue avian was still amazed how far they had come as it was. Regardless, he was brought to the present when Slippy started to slide off his dick, making the bird groan out and sticky fluids to splatter over his crotch. Falco would have to clean his arwing of cum before the next mission, but he pushed the thought aside as the wobbling amphibian stood and slid out of the ship. The bird just laid back and relaxed, enjoying the age old chair of his arwing. His and Slippy's silent encounters was one of the unexpected things that happened out in the endless depths of space. They never spoke, as it seemed like a fragile thing that would shatter if words were uttered. Sighing, the avian dozed off in his chair, sweating and cum covered, not wanting to move after the fun he'd had.