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I took this mission with one goal in mind: stopping Andross. What I didn't expect was for you to be here, or at least not again. Our ships zooming past each another. You being the only thing between me and my mission.

Wolf O'Donnell. Flying ace, space pirate, former mentor, and the man I used to call my master.

I still remember the day when we first met. As expected of someone with my skills, and the son of THE James McCloud, it was only natural for me to join the Cornerian Flight Academy and when I did, that I'd pick the toughest and most demanding of the instructors. My father had tried to warn me about you, but that only made me want to be under you even more. Possibly the only one in class that could say the same.

Savage, coarse, rowdy... those were some of the many things that other cadets said about you, yet I'd never expected to experience them firsthand. A regular guy would've ran away from you, but, to me, you were nothing more than another test to prove what I was capable of. Even more seasoned pilots were afraid of you, and, in retrospective, maybe I should have done the same too. I probably wouldn't have gotten anywhere remotely close to where I am now, but at least I would not feel this pain inside my chest.

Those early days at the academy really changed my life. In our first day, it didn't take you long to start sizing the new meat, and I guess I made some sort of impression when my turn came up. I could see in your eyes that I was nothing more than prey to you, yet I did not back down. Not even when you started growling and bared your fangs. Looking back, had I not been so innocent back then, would I have noticed something else? Hate? Desire?

Being around you was never easy. They way you barked orders. The intensity of the training. It was no wonder that more than half of the class had dropped out before a month had passed, but I stayed strong. I don't know when it was that I stopped caring about trying to prove myself to my father, and even to me; the only thing in my thoughts being finding a way to best you. To make you proud of me. Maybe, this was a sign of what was to come.

Now, I didn't do it because I was starving for attention (you already gave me enough during training). I guess you knew from the beginning who I was since every fight pitted me against you, and you focused most of it in trying to take me down. All my life I had been called an ace, and I even grew up believing it, yet I was nothing compared to you. At times, I thought the reason you always picked me above others was because I was your best student, but maybe I was nothing more than a way for you to feel more dominant over your former rival. It was hard, but it was good, and certainly one of the fondest periods of my life.

However, that night everything changed.

We had just finished training and I went to the lockers to get ready to head back home. Usually I'd take this time to chat with the other guys and such, but most of them had already left by the time you got me. I had finally given you a good fight, even getting to scratch your ship before going down. My mind was so focused on reliving that memory that I didn't notice when Bill and the others left, or when you arrived.

-"Nice job, McCloud. Maybe you're not such a waste of my time after all."

I did not turn back to answer, being in the middle of unlocking my locker, "Heh, don't think I'll let you pin me down that easily next time."

Suddenly, I felt a pull from my neck before you turned me around and pushed me back until I was resting on the locker. You put both of your arms next to my head and leaned closer, your mouth barely a few inches in front of mine. This was before you started wearing an eyepatch, so I could see perfectly well the way you looked at me. Like a predator who just had his prey backed into a corner.

-"Oh, believe me, I can pin you down anytime I want. No issues."

Your eyes hungered, my mouth salivated, and my hearth raced as I felt your warm breath wash all over my face. It smelt... nice.

I was afraid that you would gobble me up right there and then. Instead, you put one hand on my head and started caressing me. I did not know what was going on, but I liked the way your glove felt against my fur. I closed my eyes and let you do your thing before you put your hand right next to my mouth and started probing it with your thumb. I immediately opened my eyes.

-"Wh-What, what are you--"

You snorted and smiled, "Come on, Fox, you know you want this as much as I do."

That was the first time you called me by my name.

I looked away. I had never thought of you like that before, or any other men for that matter. You continued caressing my face for a while before leaning closer, until you were right next to my ears, and whispered those same words that still haunt me to this day:

-"Don't hesitate. When the time comes... just act."

I focused on my breathing as you moved back, and turned my gaze away. So many mixed feelings went across my mind. I saw as your smile dropped and when you tried to take your hand away from my face. It was then that I made my decision.

I didn't care if this was right. I didn't care of what could happen next. Hell, I didn't even care if you had any sort of feelings for me at all. The only thing I cared about was that you and me were there, and that I wanted you. Everything else be damned!

With your hand still close to me, I opened my mouth and lightly bit your thumb. I turned my gaze away, but I still kind of remember seeing you flash a smile when I started sucking on it. It tasted like you, and leather.

-"Good boy."

You played with my tongue for a while before pulling your thumb off, my lips looking like those of a nuzzling cub until they met yours. I expected it to feel wet and cold, but the inside of your mouth was just like you: warm, and your tongue just went and did whatever it wanted to inside of mine. And I let it do so.

Maybe this is when I should had left, but at the time you were all that mattered to me. With your mouth busy with mine, and an arm busy caressing my head, you put your other arm on my chest and slowing lowered it, taking the zipper along with it. My chest bare, you then started fondling it with your free hand. I would've stayed like that forever, but a hard squeeze on my tits brought me back to reality.

You broke of the kiss, a trail of spit joining us, and when I leaned in for another you shoved me back and waggled a finger in front of my face. You then put your hand on my shoulders and lowered me to my knees, your crotch being the only thing I could see. You pressed my nose against it and I was instantly fascinated by the smell, yet you pushed me away as soon as I gave it a kiss and the first lick. It was then that I figured out how this was going to be:

I may have liked your touch. I may have liked your smell, and I definitely liked your taste. But it was you who was in charge.

-"You think you deserves this? No, a cocky boy like you is too good for something like this." You said as you grabbed your bulge before squatting over my belly, "Show me how low you're willing to go, boy, and I might think about it."

You stood up and went to sit down in a nearby bench, ever wary of what I would be doing next.

I crawled back to you and took a deep breath. I started begging for a chance to serve you (well, your cock), but this did nothing more than make you smirk. I was lost on my eagerness to please, yet nothing I could say was enough to please you. Then, you crossed your legs and I stared at clean yet worn out. I knew what I had to do, but did I have the guts to really go through with it?

I put my mouth close to the steel toe of your boot, and looked at it as hard as you were looking at me at that moment.

Just... act.

I closed my eyes and gave it a kiss. I could hear your laugh echoing in the locker room, but I still lowered my head even further to the foot you had on the ground and started kissing; those kisses soon turning into licks. The cold, metallic taste was all over my tongue, yet you only limited yourself to watching me until I guess you knew I was completely in your hands. I felt you put your other foot on my back, reduced to being nothing more than a footrest you, possibly even something lower than that.

In a way, to be under you at your beck and call felt like the right place for me. And even today I sometimes still feel like it is.

I continued with my task when I heard you unbuckle your belt, yet it still took me by surprise when I felt you put it around my neck and used it to bring me up to your crotch. There, I could see your balls and a small red tip awaiting for me. I licked my lips and looked back at you.

-"Go ahead, pet."

I immediately dug in and tried to put the tip inside my mouth, but, as much as I licked, sucked, and tried to gobble it up; it refused to stay there. I then tried to massage your balls while I sucked it, but you quickly pinned both of my hands with your boots. It was clear for me the way you wanted me to fight this battle, and I was not backing from this one either.

I tried licking your balls, but it was not enough, so I went and lightly chewed them, sucking them too, all while still making sure to lick your tip and shaft from time to time. Even when your grip on my hands loosened, I continued doing my task as you wanted me to until at last your cock could rest comfortably over my tongue. You were already starting to drip and I (still not sure why) rubbed my face all over it, covering myself with pre. This felt a little stupid at the time, but I forgot all about it once you started patting my head. I was a good pet, and I was happy that I made you happy.

With my face sticky with you, I pulled your cock inside my mouth and started to suck. I had thought your musk was nice on the outside, but smelling it while tasting you had no equal. Even more so when you pushed my mouth even further and my nose was buried in your fur.

You really liked to see my choke.

It took me by surprise when, after my throat was just as sticky as my face, you pulled me off and gave me a quick kiss before turning me around and pinning me to the floor. You pulled my pants down and, lubed only by your pre and my spit, you went in.

I did not have time to focus on the rough floor, or how cold it was. Neither to think about how much it smelt of the many wet, sweaty feet that had walked through it. Or, at least, not at first. This was my first time. Not just with you, but with any man, so I grimaced as you went in. Thankfully, you went slow until your full length was in, but all the thrusting after that did not go as smoothly. I still remember that time it went out and you went in all at once to continue your pace.

I guess that things went better when your knot finally swelled and we were stuck with each other until this was over. The grind was less intense. You caressed me constantly and told me how I was a good pet, occasionally a kiss as well. Mouth, ears, whatever you had available.

When I finally heard your howl echoing through the walls, I knew you were done.

I'm thankful that you offered me a hand while we waited for your knot to shrink, but it would had been nice if you had stayed until I came too, but this didn't happen during our first time and I was just left alone in that locker room with nothing more than a hard-on and a dripping hole. I never told my dad about this, but I think he knew by the way he looked at me when I got back home, me still wearing my uniform, but it didn't matter.

I didn't know what to do when I'd see you the next day, but all my worries vanished when I saw you and you smiled at me. From then on, you payed me more attention than before at classes and even started picking me for your team during battles. After them, more often than not, I would stay with you to learn more about the art of fighting and to repeat what happened in the locker room.

Had you asked me then to leave the academy to join you in a life of piracy, I wouldn't have hesitated it even for just a moment. I was yours, and I would've done anything as long as you asked me to. Instead, I was left devastated the day we got news that my father had died trying to bring back Andross to justice. Betrayed by one of his friends. Moreover, there were rumors that you had somehow been involved in it. I was never able to find out if that was true because you had left long before it happened.

That's when I left the academy to join Star Fox. We would go all around the galaxy looking for trouble and fighting the good fight. While part of me did this because that's what my father would've wanted, another part of me knew that I was also looking for something else.

Wherever you go, trouble follows. And wherever there's trouble, Star Fox goes to solve it.

I accepted this mission to defend my hometown, and I will get through with it. I can say that I was surprised when we arrived at Fichina and I finally got to see you again. I don't know if what we had meant the same for you as it did for me, but I like to think that it did because even in this battle you always made sure to go after me yourself, and I could tell that you were not fighting at full strength.

Did you forget your own advice after all this years, or was it that you were expecting me to back down and serve you like I did back at the academy?

Unfortunately, I'm no longer the boy you once knew and you're no longer the man I once fell in love with.

So, this is it, just you and me under the red skies of Venom. Fired shots and explosions surrounding us. You flying next to me, like in those academy days. Your cockpit standing barely above mine, letting us see eye to eye even if just for a brief moment, as we continue this dance of battle once again. However, this time everything's changed.

I don't know why, or since when, you are doing this, but I don't care about it either. I can't let you keep doing this. Inside this base is my father's killer, and the last part of my mission. Corneria depends on me - on us - and I can't... I won't let you stop me. This time I'll follow your words and, from the look in your eye, I can see that you will too.

The time has come. I won't hesitate, just act!