Star Fox Stream Story 2: Wingmen with Benefits
This story was suggested by a lovely vixen named Veronica, and involves Star Fox and Falco going at it. Yes, Falco's a c-boi in this one. Yes, I know that's not canon. It's what was requested.
Wingmen with Benefits For Veronica Foxx By Draconicon
It was always a good idea to relax after a mission. Fox McCloud knew it, and required it of the rest of his crew that they do something to de-stress after risking life and limb. Slippy tended to hog the showers for a few hours, while Peppy listened to old war recordings. ROB tended to spend his time connected to the ship's computers doing who knew what, and he didn't want to think about what happened on the missions Bill accompanied them on.
Him and Falco? They fucked. Sometimes in the launch bay, sometimes on the bridge, sometimes in Fox's room, and sometimes even in zero-g. They had tons of positions to work with, and more toys than most of the porn websites that they had access to, so they had a lot of options.
Today, Fox had his muzzle half buried inside of Falco's pussy, and the cuntboi hot-shot had his talented toes wrapped around Fox's cock. He moaned into the blue bird's slit, his tongue keeping busy as he licked up the juices dripping from his wingman.
"Geez la-wheeze, Fox. Guess you're good for something."
He pulled his head back, looking up at the bird.
"Didn't you say you'd never say that again?"
"Less talking, more licking."
Rolling his eyes, Fox went back to work. He didn't mind the catch-phrases that much, particularly when he was still getting attention from the bird in the process. And oh, was he. Falco's talons moved up and down his shaft, gripping it just loosely enough to be able to move, but just tightly enough to give him plenty of friction. It was almost like a pair of hands, if the palm was remarkably skinny and covered in smooth bumps of scales instead of pads and fur.
He tried to keep his attention on Falco's sex as his cock was stroked and teased, but it was an effort. The mix of the bird's thick scent and those quick talons were driving him crazy, and he rolled his hips upwards to meet each stroke of his cock.
"Hey, Fox? You gonna get me off or am I just gonna have to deal with your jizz all over my talons again?"
Glaring up past his muzzle, he flicked his tongue up along the upper wall of the bird's pussy. Falco immediately went stuff, and the bird's moans got louder and louder as the fox dragged his muzzle back, dragging his tongue along the ridged upper wall of his wingman's pussy. It tightened around his tongue as he pulled back, tensing and twitching, and blue feathered legs pressed against the sides of his face, hard.
When he pulled his tongue free and dragged it over the bird's clit, Falco almost squeezed his dick off. He winced as the bird shook and panted, a small squirt of fluid splattering on the sheets as the bird seemed to go through a mini-orgasm. He chuckled, wiping his lips.
"Heh, that what you meant by getting off?"
"Damn it, you know...you know that trick drives me nuts. That's cheating."
"Like you cheated at getting all those one-shot kills with hyper lasers when I barely had a single shot?"
Rolling his eyes, Falco pulled his talons back from Fox's cock. The vulpine grumbled at the sudden loss of stimulation, shaking his head at the bird.
"What, you wanted to get off on my talons instead of in my cunt?"
"Don't think I'm not tempted, Falco."
"Get up here, hot-shot."
His feathered friend turned around, getting on all fours before raising his tail feathers. Both of the bird's holes were on full display, but one was a hell of a lot looser than the other. He smirked at the sight of Falco's ass looking stretched and slightly open, shaking his head.
"What, you start buying toys from Sargasso again?"
"Wolf's got the best stuff, you know that."
"Heh, I doubt that."
He grabbed the bird by the hips and dragged him back. Hot juices ran along the top of his cock as he ground against his friend's sex, drenching him. Must have been more stressed than I thought, Fox thought with a shake of his head. Falco always gave more when he was pent up from near death experiences. Just thinking about the time after shooting down Leon just before the lizard knocked the bird out of the sky sent a twitch through his cock. Neither of them had been able to move from the bed for a day after that.
Falco pushed back against him, adjusting his hips so that the tip of Fox's cock ground against his slick sex. Fox smirked as he was brought back to reality, looking down to watch as he started sinking his shaft inside.
Normally he just hilted with the first thrust, but after that comment about Wolf, he wanted to tease his wingman a bit. He edged it in bit by bit, sinking his cock in slowly. Falco moaned, wiggling his hips back and forth in an attempt to get more of Fox's cock, but Fox kept him back. He smirked at the bird's grumble, pulling back until only the head of his cock was inside him again.
"Heh, what was that?"
"Damn it, Fox, just..."
"Just what, Falco?"
"Shove it in!"
That was all he needed. With a grunt, he hilted himself like Falco asked, and both of them moaned out loud. He leaned forward, keeping his grip on that hot ass as he humped back and forth, hard and fast. In seconds his cock was drenched with the avian's juices, making even his rising knot slide into that hole without any real problems.
The bed squeaked under them as he rammed himself in harder and harder, his balls slowly pulling up from the way that Falco clenched down on his cock. Fox panted hard, his tongue hanging out as he pushed the bird's head into the sheets, one foot on the bird's hips to balance himself as he rammed himself in harder. His knot swelled suddenly, growing to its full size just as he hilted himself one last time.
In it went, and they were locked together. His cock pulsed as he came, and he leaned over the bird as he panted. Falco's hole massaged his cock as the bird came as well, milking him of his seed and keeping him spurting for nearly thirty seconds before it started to slow down.
They rolled to the side, and Fox chuckled. He reached around his wingman, patting the blue bird's clit.
"You know what I could go for, Falco?"
"What?"
"Some scrambled eggs. Think you'll be laying anytime soon with that load?"
"Fuck you, Fox."
"I thought you just did."
Falco groaned and he laughed as they laid there. This compulsory relaxation was a good rule to have. He was glad he'd thought of it.
The End