Star Fox Stream Story 3: Academy Traditions
The third story, in which Fox takes some time to relax and have his command taken off his hands by his old friend Bill.
Academy Traditions For Ferinoch By Draconicon
"Come on, get it off, Fox. You know why you're here."
That doesn't make it any easier, Fox thought as he pulled off his vest and shirt. He pushed it over to the side, shaking his head as he started working on his belt buckle.
He still couldn't believe he'd thought of doing this. Yeah, he was getting a lot of stress after the last few missions, trying to push Andross out of the system and all that. Yes, he was shouting at some of the members of his mercenary force a little more often. Falco, in particular, had been driving him up the wall. He was under a lot of stress and having trouble being a commander for a change.
But he hadn't thought he'd gotten so far as to need this. Honoring stuff from the academy was good and all, but...
He looked over at Bill. The bulldog was already naked, and the canine had his cock in hand, stroking it as Fox took off his belt. His old friend was looking forward to this a lot, and had been teasing him about it for hours. He swore that his old classmate was just looking forward to shoving his cock down the fox's throat, but then again, he couldn't deny that the idea appealed a bit to him too.
His cock bobbed up and down as he pulled his pants down, leaving him completely exposed aside from his feet, and even they were brought out in the open as he kicked his boots off. He stood naked in the middle of Bill's living room for a moment before he turned back to the bulldog.
"Look, are you sure -"
"Come on, Fox, you know you want it as bad as I do. Get on the floor and get to work already."
With a small sigh, he got down on his knees and grabbed one of Bill's ankles. He lifted up the bulldog's foot until it was at face level, and after hesitating a moment, he leaned in and gave it a sniff. It had a soft musk to it, not particularly strong, and it was overpowered with the smell of sweat that clung to it after a long day of flying around on patrol.
He shuddered as memories from the academy came back, of the two of them doing this as a bet after different assignments, the loser or the one who didn't do as well giving the other a little 'service' to give each other incentive to do better. After a few weeks, he'd started losing on purpose, and he'd kind of ended up having a reputation with Bill. One he'd thankfully shaken off, but he had a feeling that the bulldog kept it in mind.
The dog's foot pressed against his face, forcing him to sniff it more directly before pulling back. Fox grunted, looking up past the toes.
"Come on, start massaging and licking them. You're gonna want them wet for later, you know."
That was also true. Fox sighed, looking down at the bulldog's feet before bringing his hands up to the ball of it. Rubbing in little circles just below the toes, he started dragging his tongue along the toes, giving them a covering of spit as he collected little tastes of it at the same time.
It didn't take long to cover the toes of one foot with spit, and the rest of it was just as easy. He licked over the pads along the bottom of Bill's foot, making sure that each one shone in the lamplight before moving onto the next one. The massage was a token thing in comparison to that, and he knew that he had to hurry before it dried up or soaked into the padding.
He moved onto the other foot, giving it the same treatment as he had the first. Despite his embarrassing position, he could already feel his cock rising out of his sheath. It throbbed as it rose up, the tip gliding along his belly before pointing more towards the open air, and he shuddered as it reached full erection. It felt so hard, and he panted against Bill's toes as it begged for attention.
Bill's cock was in much the same state when the bulldog pulled his foot back, and Fox blushed as his old friend guided him in close. He didn't resist as his nose bumped into the bulldog's sac, filling his nose with more of that musky smell, and he moaned against it.
"Heh, just like old times, Fox."
"Yeah..."
He licked his way up from the base, paying special attention to the cock flesh around the edge of the sheath. He knew how Bill liked it, how he wanted every inch of his shaft played with, and he would give him everything he wanted. Fox dragged his tongue up in a circle, spending time on one side of his friend's cock, and then moving over to the other side. The taste of cock was one he hadn't sampled in a long time, and it was driving him crazy, making him suck on it harder as he slowly moved further up the dog's cock.
He reached the top with a moan, and not just from the taste. Bill's spit slicked toes had reached his own hardness, and they were stroking him, 'rewarding' him, almost. Several toes curled around his tip while the others stroked along the side of his cock, teasing it with the rougher texture of the pads. The blunted tips of the claws didn't hurt, either, adding a little tension to the motion.
With that incentive, he forced his head down Bill's cock as far as he could go. The bulldog moaned above him as he did, and Fox felt big hands press against the back of his head, forcing him further and further down. He took it, gagging around Bill's cock as it went down the back of his throat, but kept on going, sucking on it as hard as he could.
He humped his hips forward to match the bobbing of his head, fucking Bill's feet as much as Bill was fucking his throat. Neither of them were going to last long; it had been too long for both of them.
They lasted maybe four minutes before they hit their climaxes. Fox was first, blowing his load over the toes squeezing the tip of his cock, making them even slicker as they continued to tease him as he sucked on the bulldog. Bill came almost a minute later, blowing his load down Fox's throat, and forcing him to swallow hard in order to keep up with the flow.
He pulled off with a gag and a gasp, shaking his head a few time. Bill slapped him on the back, laughing.
"Heh, you still got it, Fox."
"You...you too, Bill."
A few minutes later, he got dressed and walked to the door, while Bill remained in the buff. The bulldog waved at him, and Fox waved back.
If he lived through this attack on Venom, he'd have to come back and see the bulldog again.
The End