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In an abandoned ring in an equally derelict corner of the planet Fortuna were two pilots, heralded across the galaxy as some of the best that have come up in recent memory, circled the center of the ring.

One of them, Fox McCloud: son of James, strut his lithe body in a tight hunter-green speedo with the heraldry of his squad sewn across his tight little rump. The other, Wolf O'Donnell: a rival of his father whose rivalry he seemingly inherited along with his squad circled opposite him, his larger musculature straining the all-too tight confines of his shimmering dark purple trunks.

Neither of them was willing to budge an inch, both wanting what the other had. It'd all started when Star Fox had been called in by the Cornerian government to investigate the disappearance of a number of merchant ships. Normally such things would've been left to the fleet, but the General was rather insistent Star Fox be the ones to look into it. The cargo the ships were carrying contained some unique materials, things that the military would've much prefer to keep under wraps. To this end they contacted Star Fox, offering an even more generous commission than they normally would in exchange for their discretion.

After deliberating with his team Fox agreed to the contract, wrangling additional fuel and supplies before setting out. Peppy was good like that.

Starting at the last known location of the most recently missing vessel Star Fox began their investigation, gradually expanding their search as new information came to light. Eventually their data gathering led them across the galaxy, setting them directly in the crosshairs of Star Wolf, who'd apparently been doing a little data gathering of their own.

To Fox's surprise Wolf hailed him before things came to blows, requesting a temporary cease-fire.

"It seems that we're after the same thing," Wolf had started, cracking a grin at Fox's startled expression, "I'll make you a deal: we'll duke it out, just the two of us. You pick the place; I'll pick the way we fight. You beat me, you get the information. We'll even throw in the coordinates of a few caches, just for you."

"And what if you win?" A distinctly predatory gleam arose within the old wolf's remaining eye, one which made Fox's fur stand on end.

"If I win," Wolf had started, his voice dropping several octaves as his mouth dropped into a decidedly wolfish grin, "I get you."

"Are you serious? You can't possibly expect me to honor such an agreement-"

"You heard me Fox," Wolf cut him off, his tone and face decidedly firm and inflexible; "If I win then I get you." Then he held up a couple of fingers, "You will be mine to do whatever I want for two days. It's either that or no deal."

Fox didn't know what to think: should he trust him, not knowing if he'd even keep his word? There was also the matter of whether or not Fox could even beat him but for Fox that was a non-issue; he never left a job half-done and he wasn't about to start now.

Besides, if all went well, he'd even have a little fun knocking that mutt's ego down a bit or two.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Meet me at Fortuna in one hour. We can duke it out, or whatever you have in mind, once we're there."

---

"Don't get too cocky Star Fox," said the wiry veteran, who glared through his one good eye at his smaller foe, "Two falls may be too much for you. And no holds-barred; I dare say that you're officially in over your head."

"What? You thought I'd need more," Fox shot back. "Two is more than enough. Hell, I can probably handle you in just one."

"And the other stipulations...?" The slow and steady drawl tingled with menace and mirth.

"Acceptable. Just so you know, you won't be getting anywhere near my foxhole."

"I'll be doing more than that once I'm done with you. There's a lot that can be done in two days. Now," and he slid into a stance, "Whenever you're ready Fox."

Wolf may have offered Fox the first strike but it was he who took it, rushing out at the younger space pilot. The smaller, nimbler Fox barely managed to evade Wolf's charge.

Fox returned the rush, grin in place, with Wolf swinging away from his assault. The two circled one another, each of them trying to spot a weakness in the other's defense.

"Is that the best you got Fox? Your father put up more of a challenge." Wolf sniped, as he circled the center of the ring. "But I suppose a whelp like you shouldn't be expected to fill such big shoes."

"You wanna bet Wolf?" Fox shot out like a bolt of lightning, clearing the distance between them and going behind Wolf on his blindside. He then pulled his arms around his neck, locking the older canine into a headlock.

Wolf growled in the headlock, pawing away at the kit's surprisingly strong arms as he tried to get free. He then felt something graze the outline his proud member made in his shimmering purple trunks, making his good eye go wide with shock.

"What's this now? Looks like someone's getting into this!"

Embarassed at both the fox's words and at his own arousal Wolf pulled harder on the arms around him, his greater strength letting him pull away with ease. Renewed and more embarrassed than he'd would have admitted to even his own crew Wolf turned on Fox, pulling him into his own headlock before throwing himself onto the mat, wrapping his legs around Fox so that he fell with him, an involuntary whine escaping his lips as the kit's bulk 'fell' onto his groin.

Luckily it didn't seem like the kid had noticed. Wolf seized the advantage and, wrapping his legs around Fox's midsection and down his thighs, pressed the balls of his paws into the lively green of the latter's trunks, focusing on the area around his proud heraldry.

"My would you look at that," he cooed into Fox's ear, at he looked over the kit's shoulders as the latter's pouch swelled in between his hind-paws, "Looks like you're not the only one who's susceptible to that sort of attack. Are you sure you're not just the same as I am?"

His movements stifled Fox stammered; struggling against Wolf's greater strength and his own arousal, stirred on by the Wolf's teasing feet.

Placing his feet out he pulled several inches off the mat, Wolf's weight and hold making it impossible to do more. He then forcefully slammed the clingy Wolf onto the mat, earning a sharp cry from the latter. He did it again, managing to rise just a bit higher each time. And with every blow Wolf's hold lessened.

Fox felt Wolf's grip relax completely, his arms loose and weak as they slid down his chest. Taking the initiative Fox pulled at Wolf's meaty limbs and rolled out once he was free, taking no time to reverse the hold, locking the startled Wolf into a vicious headlock. Then, he threw his legs around the latter's thick and furry thighs, the soles of his digigrate feet pressing into the shimmering purple pouch, arousing the monster that laid within the sweltering fabric.

"What's wrong Wolf? Got nothing to say? I thought you were supposed to be better than this."

Wolf struggled in the hold but found it difficult to break free; and not just because of his own rising lusts, though they certainly didn't help. The kid had a solid grasp on submissions holds, that's all there was to it. As such, he could do no more than grunt and growl as the kid reached inside of his trunks and pulled out his thick wolf meat. He felt Fox reach over his shoulder and spit on it, an unnecessary action as he was already preing like crazy, and start to jerk away at the ebony behemoth that had grown under his touch.

And though he growled and writhed Wolf could do nothing to stop him, his gasping resistance stifled by the kit's tightening squeeze on his neck. And as he sank into Fox's wiry frame he felt his cock surge to life, a muted gasp leaving parted lips as load after load of thick ejaculate shot out of his besieged organ and into the air, covering the immediate area in a frothy layer of musky wolf spunk.

Fox watched Wolf's cock fire off, awestruck at how much he was packing. It didn't seem like that was all there was, for the visible imprint his throbbing balls made in his shimmering tights hadn't diminished at all. Carefully he relaxed his hold, mindful of the way Wolf leaned against him, and let the weary canine down onto the canvas. He headed into the nearest corner, where he sat atop the turnpost, smiling down at Wolf.

"That wasn't too shabby Wolf. But a fall's a fall, and it looks like the first fall is mine."

Wolf stirred as Fox was talking, gasping for air and weary as fuck. He flipped himself over, coughing and rasping as he reacquainted his lungs with oxygen. He attempted to get up, his trembling legs struggling to assist. His stance, when he was able to stand without buckling, was clumsy and uneven, a direct contrast to his earlier rigid and imposing figure, something that Fox was quick to chime in on. But Wolf remained upright, his form and figure racked with tremors. When he was finally able to still himself he turned his gaze towards Fox.

A sudden rush of fear ran through Fox's body when Wolf, tired and weary but otherwise refreshed and ready to go, turned his gaze towards him. An amber eye stared a steely glare into two startled emerald orbs. Fox wasn't sure how to explain it; there wasn't a hint of anger or rage in Wolf's glare, only a certain... surety. An iron-clad focus; a swtich had gone off, Fox was sure of it, and though he didn't know how, he knew that things were going to be harder from here on out.

With a weary caution Fox jumped off the turnpost he'd perched himself on and stepped into the center of the ring, keeping a distance from the new and improved Wolf.

Wolf made the first move again, darting several feints at Fox. Fox saw them for what they were and didn't move, his attention completely on Wolf and how the latter's eye never seemed to leave his own. The wolf looked at him, he realized, searching for something. He wasn't sure what, but even more so, he wasn't about to lose.

Fox made his move once Wolf did, darting towards the latter through his feint. Almost immediately after that Fox found himself flying head over heels, his feet kicked out from under him. He didn't see Wolf move. He hit the canvas with a loud thud, where he laid for a brief moment before Wolf's face covered his vision. He felt Wolf's form press down, almost covertly, onto his own before he saw it, with O'Donell's gaze first and foremost in his vision.

A feral growl parted Wolf's lips, which coupled with his unrelenting gaze, unnerved the trapped fighter pilot. He saw Wolf lean in and then... kiss him??

It was deep and commanding, as could be expected of Wolf O'Donnell. He made sure to explore Fox's lips, the insides of his mouth, sampling even the pockets of air he permitted Fox to breathe. He pulled off of a startled Fox, whose gasping face was not too dissimilar to his own earlier one, and starred into Fox's eyes.

"Prey..."

Fox wasn't sure what to make of it, and stared up as Wolf pulled off of Fox and shifted onto the side. Wolf again met Fox's eyes and pointed down, directing Fox to a bulge in his tights; one that Fox noticed was larger than the one he'd gotten earlier.

Flushed with shame and embarrassment Fox kicked out of Wolf's admittedly loose hold and pulled himself upright, his hair standing on end.

"The prey knows its place," Wolf cooed, grinning lecherously as he pulled himself up to match Fox, gesturing at Fox's erection in a manner that left no room for dispute.

His cocky and decisive tone sparked a furious and defensive "I am nobody's prey and don't you forget it" from an equally furious and defensive Fox, who then rushed the belligerent Wolf. Keeping his wits about him Fox anticipated O'Donnell's sidestep, shooting his free fist behind him to meet Wolf and then his other one once his first punch was caught. He didn't anticipate his hand being caught, nor did he see Wolf's reversal happen. Throwing him up into the air Wolf then jumped after him and, grabbing his legs, slammed his back on the mat hard enough for the shock to reverberate throughout the storage crate the match took place in.

Following this Wolf then immediately flipped Fox over, keeping the latter's legs locked beneath his armpits, and then stepped over him so that his feet were on either side and his ass angled with the kit's lithe backside. Then without warning Wolf started to squat, drawing Fox's lower-body upwards even as he applied pressure onto the latter's lowerback by pressing his purple derriere onto it.

Dazed as he was from the impact of the earlier bodyslam Fox was both acutely aware of the pain and of the fact that he wasn't able to offer any resistance and tapped out almost immeidatly afterwards.

His ears perking up at the kit's rhythmic tapping Wolf then dropped Fox's legs onto the mat, roaring into the air with a howl of victory. He then turns his attention back at McCloud, eyeing the panting, gasping youth who's given him and his squad so much trouble. Stepping around him Wolf struck out with his foot and kicked Fox onto his back.

Wolf gazed down at his quarry, cock rigid and dripping wet. He eyed the growing pouch in the kit's own trunks and reached inside, and pulled out his cock. He eyes the gasping Fox as he starts to jerk furiously at his cock, reaching into mouth with his foot and making him suck down on his toes, smirking when the kit obediently obeyed his implicit commands.

"There's a good bitch," he sneered as he continued to work his cock, "Now let's see about that reward shall we?"

Fox lurched as he felt a build-up in his genitals. Gasping around Wolf's musky toes Fox felt himself go silent as his cock fired off, shooting several jets of musky fox spunk all over Wolf's hand.

Wolf pulled his hand away and licked the sperm off, smirking at how "tasty" it was. He pulled his foot out of Fox's mouth and gazed down at his prone form, taking in his every curve. His cock stood at full-mast, throbbing warningly as a solid stream of clear-pre poured out of the enflamed tip.

Reaching down he ripped first his own trunks off and then Fox's, the former of which he ran all over his chest and abs before tying around the latter's snout and muzzle. He used the kit's own trunks when he pulled him onto his knees to tie his arms behind his back.

"There now. There's a good lookin' bitch."

He smirked as Fox mumbled wordlessly in his binds, otherwise doing nothing.

"And what's this? The bitch knows his place. Well I'd say that's cause for celebration." Fox felt the tip of Wolf's bulbous cock press against his rear entrance, arousingly coupled with the heat of his body as it pressed into him from behind, the musky cloth around his mouth and nostrils seemingly registering and synching with the hirsute pilot holding him from behind. "And what bitch doesn't like a good dicking?"

Fox had a lot of things to say about that, but said nothing, least of which was because of the gag. Or because that he was starting to like what was happening to him.

Wolf was not gentle, forcing his fat cock deep into Fox's unprepared ass without lube or preparation. He, for lack of a better work, attacked it, thrusting hard and fast, in and out. Though Fox howled in pain at first said howling eventually tapered off as Wolf went on, his ass growing used to the prodigious girth. He didn't grow completely used to it, at least at first, but he soon grew used to the feeling.

A familiar feeling in his lower region brought Fox's attention downward, his cock again hard and dripping. Wolf apparently noticed as well, reaching over Fox's shoulder and taking hold of it to jerk. Fox didn't last long after that, and soon came again, his muffled grunts rebounding throughout the ring.

He came over and over, covering the canvas in front of him with his musky jizz. And Wolf didn't relent in his own assault, fucking Fox's ass and jerking his cock over and over. Somewhere down the line Fox felt Wolf gasp into his ear and draw him closer, the thick cock in his ass firing off thick and heavy loads deep in his anal cavity. The pounding only intensified afterwards, Fox's cum shooting in time with the Wolf's intensified fucking.

Fox figured that he'd shot off 4 or 5 more times afterwards before he felt himself winding down. A reluctant gasp parted his lips as he fired off once more, his vision failing him as he body fell slack against Wolf's larger broader form.

Feeling Fox's lights go out Wolf fired off one last shot before pulling out, his cock firing off a parting shot against Fox's wrecked backside. Wolf brought Fox up as he pulled himself up, gingerly pulling off his gag and binds.

"Ah but don't think I'd forgotten out little bet my bitch," he cooed to the unconscious Fox, whose chest rose and fell with his light breathing, "And I do believe that passing out counts as a submission, seeing as you can't continue. Not to worry though, we'll stamp that weakness right out of you. It's the least I can do... for my bitch."

---

Fox didn't say anything to his crew when he returned several days later, though the questions pertaining to his state and unwillingness to meet their eyes were both frequent and varied.

"What happened Fox? We saw you go down on Fortuna to meet with Wolf and then nothing," chimed the diminutive Slippy, "No static. No signal. No signature, discernable or otherwise."

Reaching out Fox took off Skippy's cap and playfully rubbed his head. "Nothing to worry about pal," he quipped, as he put on his best smile, "There was just some interference is all. One of Andross's leftovers but don't worry. Wolf said that he'd take care of it."

"Then you did speak to him then." Leave it to Peppy to pick up on what was best left behind!

"Yes I did speak to him," Fox said, a bit snippier than he'd have liked, "And I even got the info we needed. So what!?"

"N-now let's not get testy Fox," Peppy waved his hands in front of him in a placating manner, "It's just that we's was worried about you, is all."

"Well here I am so there's no need to fuss." Fox made a show of yawning. "I'm a little tired. I'm gonna go catch some winks." He started off down the corridor. "We can pick up where we left off tomorrow."

"A-alright," was all hare could think to say, as he watched his elsewhile leader march past him. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

Fox gave no answer, nor did he stop moving, opting to wave to his oldest friend as he turned the corner towards his domicile. So many questions ran through his mind; did he make the right decision? Should he have quit while he was ahead? Is the information as good as Wolf said it was?

He almost didn't see Falco leaning against the wall just outside his room.

"You gave them all quite a scare there Fox."

I so do not need this right now. "But not you Falco," Fox shot back, "Nothing fazes you, does it?"

"Nothing I don't let through." Falco watched impassively as his crewmate and captain open his door. "But I suppose you don't know anything about that, would you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you're going to let someone in through the back door make sure that they clean up after themselves. That is, unless you're willing to do their dirty work for them. You know, like bitches do."

At those last words Fox snapped his head around, the back of Falco's head disappearing into the corridor. He thought to call after him but decided against it. If Falco had suspected that something was up he certainly wasn't going to tell him what he knew without giving him considerable grief over it.

Which, Fox mused, as he entered his domicile and shut the door behind him, was just as well. Letting out a heavy sigh Fox reached into his pocket and pulled out a handsome green collar, with a small golden locket in the shape of a wolf's head. Turning it over in his hands he winched audibly as he read the words aloud: "IF MISSING PLEASE RETURN TO STAR WOLF."

How was he going to explain this to the rest of his crew?