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Almost a week had passed since the individual Arwing and Wolfen ships crash landed on a remote forest planet thanks to a freak wormhole accident. The pilots, Leon Powalski, a chameleon known and feared as a self-absorbed sadist, and Falco Lombardi, the avian ace pilot of the star fox team, set up camp after transmitting distress signals to their respective faction.

Due to the distant and uncharted nature of the planet, the rescue was to take a week at the very least to arrive, and until then, they had to contend with each other.

Their camps were placed relatively close to each other, only a short stroll away, Leon's built amidst the treetops while Falco's was more in the open, and located next to a natural pool.

Oddly enough, despite his reputation, the chameleon did not go out of his way to sabotage his rival. Whether this was to have paranoia devour the avian or to hurt him just as rescue arrived was unknown.

It was the sunset of the sixth day since the crash landing, and Falco stood at edge of pool, beginning to disrobe out of his pilot uniform. After almost a week of setting up shelter and hunting for food, he felt he was in need of rest. And since reptiles hated water, he knew the Star Wolf chameleon would not try anything. He planned to keep his clothes very nearby too incase the reptile wanted his friends to find him exposed.

The jacket of the blue bird's uniform was discarded and tossed onto the grassy ground to his right, followed by zipping his jumpsuit to the waist. This now-exposed feathered chest was very well-trained and smooth to the touch.

Taking a deep breath, the avian pulled his flightsuit down to his shins, letting his cock hang free after a week of not being used. He was one endowed bird, adorned with foreskin and being sizeably lengthy even in a flaccid state.

Feeling several days of repression get to him he grabbed his member and slowly began to stroke it. His eyes closed and his beak exhaled pleasurably as the foreskinned penis withdrew and hoisted back up with each tug. His thoughts were focused on fucking Krystal, though he could fantasize about a man if he wanted to.

This went on for a short amount of time until he heard an all to familiar voice behind himself. „Aww, is Birdie lonely?" After which he let out a gasp as he felt something soft press against his penis.

In surprise, the bird opened his eyes to find a bare, green, two-toed foot running along his tip.

„LEON!" He shouted, grimacing in pleasure as the soft texture worked him and three-fingered arms wrapped around his feathery body.

„Does Birdie hate bottoming?"

„Shove off, lizard-face!"

„I will take that as a yes."

Before he could react, Falco was thrown to his left. As he attempted to muster a recovery he could feel his boots being undone and slipped away along with his suit. When he turned around, he was met with the sight of Leon, utterly naked and stroking his own member, lacking in foreskin and only mildly less endowed.

„Birdie is almost a match for me in the skies, but can he match me in fucking?"

„Dont touch me, you scaly freak!"

„Is Birdie too much a coward for a fuck? Birdie a premature ejaculator?" The chameleon's tone was mocking, blatantly attempting to provoke his enemy into a steamy fuck.

The insult to the avian man's sexual prowess combined with his hornyness was enough to get him to propose a challenge. „Heres' a deal lizardbrain. Guy who cums first is the loser... and gets to take the others' flightsuit!"

Slurping his prehensile tongue, the reptile agreed, and taunted in the same sentence. „I like that deal. Looking forward to seeing your friends wonder why you have not a single scrap of clothing."

„Yeah right, Il make sure ol' O'Donell gets an eyefull!" Counter-taunted the avian, rising back to his now bare five-toe feet. „Lets fuck!"

The reptile attacked, lashing his long tongue out only to have Falco duck underneath it and charge in a runnning crouch toward him.

„You fool." Snidely pointed out the chameleon at what was about to happen.

Before the pheasent could react the tongue u-turned and plunged right into his anus. Falco stopped in his tracks, falling on all fours and screaming in pleasure as the muscle probed his depths. As his eyes closed, he could feel the bare foot-steps draw closer until the scent of lizard cock was directly in his face.

„Now...be a good Birdie and suck your superior."

Suddenly, Leon felt his legs grabbed and pulled to the point of imbalance, throwing him onto the ground and forcing the tongue out of his opponents' asshole.

„Pfft. You? A superior?" As he said this the pheasent hoisted the legs of his rival up. Their meat and balls met, rubbing up against each other. „Look at your dick, Mr.Superior!"

The reptile did not utter anything in response, at first. Instead, his tongue shot out and wrapped tightly around Falco's cock, the avian's tip turning a dark crimson from the grip. Then, he added „Sithe...ithnt efryfing." His prehensile muscle began to yank the uncut member up and down, tip of the tongue reaching to stimulate the swollen glans. While all this happened, Leon's tail wrapped around Falco's left leg, the end of it massaging the foot.

„Lookth like I thon."

A mixture of moans and gasps escaped from Falco as his body convulsed in ecstasy, trying his hardest to stave off orgasm. Everything seemed lost until he remembered how the chameleon rubbed his cock with that foot of his.

Reacting quickly, the bird ' mustered his strength and pulled himself backwards, stretching his legs out in mid-air until his feet were in the reptile's face. Soft avian soles pressed against that short green snout

„Go on, give 'em a lick."

This humiliating proposal slowed the tongue stroke to a crawl, as the chameleon felt his ego insulted.

„F-fow an imbethile like you!? Nuht a thance!"

„Does Lizzy hate bottoming?" Mockingly asked the pheasent, echoing his rival's previous sentiment.

Leon yelped as he suddenly felt a slick tongue trace across his left sole, his mouth muscle's grip loosening, Falco drawn away from the edge of orgasm.

With his body freed further the blue avian withdrew his feet somewhat and began to rub them against the reptiles skinny green chest.

„S-so.." Leon's tongue withdrew rapidly. „Birdie decided to chicken out?"

„Nah... „ Suddenly the bird pulled himself further back and slapped his opponents cut member inbetween his soles, kneading the tip with his soles.

Leon screamed in pleasure as the texture caressed him, tail tightening its grip and fingers digging into the ground.

„Oh, well arent you sensitive!" Falco picked up the pace and began stroking the now-incapacitated chameleon allthewhile starting to masturbate himself, wanting to bust a load into the rival's face as an added humiliation.

„P-please! I cant take this!"

„Sure you can, Mr Superior."

Unable to edge himself like Falco, Leon was close to giving out, and not even five seconds later, he did. Plentiful strands of white shot out of reptile's member, covering the bird's feet in large amounts of sperm.

Pulling the legs up and ceasing to masturbate, the pheasent watched as the thick white goop dripped from his feet, wriggling his toes a bit to tease his beaten opponent further. „Hmmm...not bad, I guess."

„Th-this doesnt mean anything!"

„Suure it doesnt. You owe me some pants, lizardbrain." Lowering his legs then standing back up, the pheseant continued rapidly stroking himself to orgasm.

„P-please! No more."

„Uh-uh! We...unf...had a deal."

„No! No! AHHHHHHHHHH!"Letting out a high-pitched, girly scream, the chameleon suddenly found his face showered in a week of pent-up pheasent cum as Falco attained orgasm, leaving him looking like a giant wax candle with a tail.

Night fell across the hemisphre and Leon retreated to his camp, in the nude and caked head to toe in cum. He was seething and furious at his own humiliation, mentally vowing to get revenge on Falco someday.

Falco meanwhile, was admiring his new flightsuit. It looked good on him, though he would need to remove its tailpocket for practicality purposes.

Eventually, both of the pilot's went to sleep, and when morning came, Falco decided to wake up early, as he heard the rumbling movements of a landmaster tank going in Leon's location. Deciding he needed a good laugh, he followed after the vehicle.

What he found upon catching up to the warmachine was worth it. His eyes and ears spied the chameleon trying to explain himself to Wolf O' Donnell in the tank, allthewhile nude, stuttering and caked in dried semen.

It definately got a quiet chuckle out of him. But he did not have time to keep watching, as he heard the rumblings of another tank on the move. This one moving toward his camp.

With a smile on his beaked mouth, the pheasent made his way back to the camp, ready to leave the remote planet.

The end.