>>CHAPTER ONE::

Kit Karamak

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to Wuffie. No point is putting her real name, you guys wouldn't really know it, so anyhow. She propositioned the idea and she's my bud, so I'm writing a story!

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Fox McCloud had a difficult life that no one understood. Fox McCloud was living a lie in a world that wouldn't understand the distorted views and visions of people who followed instinct in a way that held them back from being open minded. Fox McCloud had a secret.

Back in the teenage years of a pilot, the only actual academy for youth flight was an all-boy's school. The atmosphere was designed to keep boys in the clouds, their eyes in the sky and keep them from being distracted by female classmates that might cost a young boy his life in the cockpit of a million dollar piece of equipment.

The machines were prototypes back then. The SFX and DFX Arwings were the pride of Space Dynamics' Corporation and with the political tension mounting between Corneria and Venom at the time; the government was not against training teenage pilots. Studies proved statistically, a 17 year old male with 4 years of piloting experience, starting at age 13, was more likely to survive in a fighter than a 20 year old, with two years of fighter experience, who signed up for the military at 18.

With Fox McCloud showing unparalleled raw flying talent, Peppy Hare sought to get the offspring of James McCloud into the flight Academy. But who could have known the incredible sacrifice required to make this happen. The fact was, Fox McCloud is a woman. A female, who wasn't allowed to join the program.

No one could have understood what it does to a woman's mentality to be forced against her will to cut her hair short and to lift her shoulders to make them look a bit broader. It wasn't just the big things, like changing her voice and going out of her way to walk differently. It was the small things, like only using the crappiest shampoo so that her tail wouldn't be as soft and feminine to the touch.

It was biting her tongue out of the shame that she felt attracted towards a friend or schoolmate. It was being misunderstood by the only two people who knew� Mister Pepper and Mister Hare. It was the frustration of not being able to get laid.

But it was also the big things. It was keeping her hair short. It was acting Macho. It was ensuring friends that she wasn't a gay man because she accidentally giggled at a joke or was caught staring at another man's tail. It was not being able to date a girl that she took to the prom, let alone how awkward it felt to kiss that prom date, who came from the all girl's school half-way across town.

The hard parts included falling into a secret love with William Gray. Ever since the day he smiled, took her paw for a shake, patted her shoulder and gazed into her eyes. Every since he said, "Call me Bill!" Her heart had been taken to him. The vixen's quiet reflection turned sour. Bill Gray was dead, nowadays.

Then there was Wolfarus O'Donnell. He was the simple worded, direct spoken, aggressive flying pilot that dropped out in his senior year to take a job. He was beautiful and secretly adored, although she couldn't completely respect him for his poor decisions and rash immature actions. He was another man she'd never have.

Finally, there was Falco Lombardi. The falcon had only managed to find out Fox's secret, last year during the Lylat War, when they were both lost for a few days inside of a Venom Base that they were trying to destroy. They were an item but it fell apart shortly after the mission and Fox was back to being lost. Falco was the only man that she actually felt sure about, when it came to sex.

Slippy knew about Fox, because during highschool, they were friends. Furthermore, Slippy went into the flight academy as well and was the only student who knew, at the time, that Fox was a woman. Slippy, after all, was not exactly into intimacy with women back in school but after dating a woman, oddly named Croakella, during his senior year, he was more willing to swing towards the opposite gender. Bisexuality was so popular at the time, it seemed like an 'in' fashion statement, but Slippy was the real deal.

But only the team knew. Falco was still a little weird about it, although the short lived passion was wonderful. The problem was, when the relationship fell to pieces, he decided on a short hiatus and now the team was a trio. Fox opened her eyes and the reflection of her past faded. So much had happened since then.

The vixen had faked her own death to go into hiding after the war, so that she could be reborn as a woman. She had to learn how to be a female and it turned into the most comic part of her life. Learning how to wear a dress and instead of binding her breast down, she now wore undergarment to support it. Everything was different. Peppy wanted to ensure that she wasn't robbed of her feminine identity and managed to put money together to invest into feminine wardrobes and everything else to help Fox make the transition back to womanhood.

But it wasn't that easy. Another small war broke out and Fox had to spring into action once more. Upon landing, she was surrounded by the media and exposed as the gender-bender pilot, and worse, as the freak show. It took 3 years for things to die down enough just to surface once more.

But times were hard on her and things never got easier. Pepper was framed for some sort of political scandal and disappeared. Some jerk-off replacement revoked Fox's piloting license and forced her to join the military, go through boot camp and forced her through officer academics, ensuring that she was placed into something as far from a cockpit as possible� Medical support. Being a nurse and a pharmacist. It was degrading.

She was allowed to maintain her piloting license through a military loophole that made her an instructor. She wasn't allowed to fly combat, but at least was given the ability to fly at all, in order to teach. McCloud found herself court marshaled over a verbal argument conversation with the new replacement General, himself.

But it didn't last forever. Fox found that the replacement was working for Venom and after 6 months of saving physical proof, Pepper was given his command position, once more. There was only one problem. Fox still had 2 years left of Military service. She had to finish the tour of duty before she could have her mercenary life back in her own paws. How she pined for it. She loathed the military, although it was much easier now that Pepper was finally back.

What was worse was the fact that she was still struggling to find her own identity concerning sexuality and desire. But that's only the sane part of everything that had happened lately. It got far more twisted once she got her license back. The vixen had made an effort to track down Wolf O'Donnell immediately after he'd regained his notorious name by destroying the largest bank on Fortuna.

Things didn't go as planned. Did they ever? Fox's wrists hurt. She hung from a hook, high above the radioactive isotope rods, in the abandoned nuclear facility. Wolf was standing on the deck, less than several feet away from her. Beneath her was fatal injury and a guaranteed radiation death if the fall, itself, didn't work.

The vixen narrowed her eyes, offering a maliciously scathing curse under her breath that caused Wolf's ears to perk. "Why, I didn't know you cussed like a sailor, Fox. Last time I heard a vixen cussing, I was almost appalled."

"Hey, fuck you, O'Donnell." Fox narrowed her gaze, glancing up at the hook she'd been tied to. Suddenly, the old facility began to rumble. Fox's ears flickered and the sound of screeching metal filled the air.

"What the heck?!" Wolf sneered, glancing over his shoulder. The two swing doors at the end of the hall that lead into the de-tox chamber burst off their hinges as an Arwing scraped across the ground, having crashed through the facility and screeching to a halt several feet away from where the timber wolf now stood. "What in the hell do we have here?? Cornerian markings� someone following you, McCloud?"

"I wouldn't be surprised," Fox grumbled from her place on the hooks. "Jumper still has friends floating around that dislike me. That was unexpected," She said, shaking her head slowly. "Get me down and fight me, paw-to-paw, you asshole."

"Shut your mouth," Wolf snapped, turning his back on her. Now his interest in her was lost for the moment. He approached the fighter and put his foot on the fuselage, using both of his paws to force the manual release level to pry open. The cockpit canopy came ajar, offering a soft hissing sound of released artificial atmosphere from the life support system.

He forced the canopy open, the rest of the way, and inside was a dazed fennec. His effeminate facial features made it impossible for Wolf to take this kid seriously, almost right away. He reached in and unbuckled the fennec's belt, snatching the pilot up by his throat and drawing him out of the pilot seat.

"Who the fuck are you, kid?" Wolf snapped, eyeing the delicate-featured male. The kid couldn't be any older than 19 or 20, but it was hard to tell, regardless.

"Farrel Phoenix," came the reply. The fennec struggled in Wolf's power grip, pausing for a moment, to glance up at Fox. His eyes widened and he simply gazed up at her as if she was an ethereal being. Phoenix then turned back to O'Donnell and reached one paw for the gun on his hip but it wasn't there. "Shit, it must have come loose during the crash."

"Aww," Wolf chided. "Did widdle Fawel Phoenix forget his water pistol?" His baby-talk mimicking was quickly getting on the nerves of both vulpine pilots.

"That's Fox McCloud!" He finally shouted, pointing a paw up at her, still held off the ground by his neck, keeping his other paw on Wolf's wrist. "Get her down, dammit!"

"For the love of God," Wolf groaned, drawing his arm back and launching Farrel across the floor. The fennec pilot slammed into the ground, skidding to a halt. He lifted his eyes, glaring up at Wolf in horror. "I'm Wolf O'Donnell, maybe you've heard of me?" He said, approaching the kid. "So," He added, turning to Fox. "You know this kid?"

McCloud shut her eyes, so that Wolf couldn't see her chest wrench. The kid was going to get creamed. "No, I've never met him before. He's not part of this, send him home."

"Hell no," Wolf snapped. "He's not going anywhere. If you don't know him, then it's okay if I beat his pretty little ass?"

"Whatever, I've never seen him in my life," Fox lied in an attempt to keep the kid from getting creamed. She writhed on the hook, narrowing her gaze. "Let me down, Wolf, and I'll show you how it feels to have your tail whipped by a woman." If she could just swing her legs forward, she could land on the deck, it was latterly just 8-to-10 inches in front of her dangling toes.

"No way," Wolf grinned. "I have a feeling you know this kid from somewhere. I can see it in your eyes but, most of all, I can see your heart rate accelerate and you start to perspire, when I asked the question. My optical implant doesn't lie, babe."

Farrel sat up from where he'd landed, shaking his head from the dazed effect. Wolf scooped him up by the back of the neck and shoved him back down, so that the fennec's left ear brushed the ground. Wolf slid his free paw down to grip Phoenix's tail, lifting it. "So you don't give a damn if I fuck around with this poor kid, while you watch? You really don't know him at all?" Wolf grinned. He was prepared to prove a point, if Fox didn't simply admit the truth.

"Goddammit, O'Donnell; I don't know him," Fox sneered. She glanced away, as if she was disinterested and Wolf simply shrugged. He gripped the belt loop of Farrel's uniform pants, yanking on it, so that the back end of his clothing slipped down, around his thighs.

"That's why a belt is part of your military uniform, Kid. Forgot yours today, did we?" Wolf taunted, grabbing the hilt of his tail and pulling it free of his pants, lifting it up so that his backside was exposed in an unceremonious way. Farrel glanced back over his shoulder, still having his face forced into the ground.

"Get off me, man," Phoenix muttered, shaking his head as best he could, in this position.

Wolf kept one paw planted on the kid's neck, the other on the kid's tail. "One more time, McCloud. He's what? 19? Fresh meat, for sure. Spill it."

"I'm supposed to meet him in the future," She mused softly. "But I've never seen him before and he looks like a disappointment, so he means nothing to me. Let him go so we can get back to our fighting."

"Not good enough," Wolf casually remarked, shrugging his shoulders. He took his paw from Farrel's tail, reaching down to unfasten the front of his own clothing. He then lifted the fennec's tail once more, placing the bulbous tip of his fresh erection against the soft, furry rump of Farrel Phoenix. "Last chance. Hell, I want to see you make out with this kid. Then, maybe, I'll admit I was wrong� then I'll just string you both up. But the truth, first."

"Make out with him?? Are you serious?!" Fox snapped at him.

"Suite yourself," Wolf chuckled, beginning to push the mushroom head snuggly against the tight tail-star pucker of Farrel's ass. "Concede?"

"I'm not kissing anyone. You kiss him," Fox grumbled, insulted.

"Shit, maybe I will," O'Donnell snorted, gripping Farrel's hips. The Fennec gasped in a sort of mortal fear. He wasn't ready for this; he wasn't even bi, like people suggested of him. He knew it was about to hurt and his heart was pounding. Another inch and he'd be spread open.

"No," He whimpered softly against the flooring. The fennec was shaking like a leaf. He glanced up at McCloud, pleadingly. He didn't care if she wouldn't make out with him or whatever; he just wanted her to speak out on his behalf.

"You miss this, don't you, McCloud. Remember when it happened a few years ago?" Wolf said. Farrel simply grimaced, taking the first full inch and whimpering about it.

Fox narrowed her eyes, pretending that this didn't bother the hell out of her. It was twisted, but she knew Wolf's game and really, she was kind of jealous of Farrel, in a sort of way. "Don't be a jerk, O'Donnell." She paused, then tried to look hardass by adding, "At least give the kid some lube."

"Gee, sorry McCloud. I'm all out. Did you have some extra that you could lend me?" Wolf chuckled, rolling his shoulders to offer a shrug. "C'mon, watching this either turns you on or bothers you. Help me help you, and stop being a bitch."

"Wolf, c'mon," Fox said with a sigh. "Let the kid go. He's not a part of this, you twisted ass. Let'em go. You've already fucked him up in the head enough. Now, drop it."

"You're not cooperating," Wolf mused, turning back to Farrel. He placed his paws on the kid's hips and began to push. Phoenix squirmed, trying to get away but his knees didn't have any traction on the metallic flooring. Besides, Wolf had a firm grip on his tail and the back of his neck. Another inch further and Farrel was sweating bullets. His ears were laid flat and he was utterly humiliated.

The fennec even went so far as to turn away, putting his other cheek on the floor so that Fox couldn't see his expression and he wouldn't be tempted to look up at her. He was a complete embarrassment, getting fucked without control. He tried his hardest, causing his body to strain in an attempt to get free but it was like trying to push a building over or pick up a well rooted tree. It was just fruitless efforts.

Another full, third inch Wolf continued to sink into the pretty-boy's virgin ass, stretching him to accept the width of O'Donnell's full girth. The lupine even offered a playful groan just to cause Farrel to blush. The kid had never felt so awkward in his life. He was a trained member of a Cornerian Combat Squadron and here he was, literally taking it up the ass, from some mercenary scumbag. It hurt but not as bad as he originally thought it was going to hurt.

Possibly, because he was concentrating on trying to get away, or because his body was clinched up, trying to get free. Farrel wasn't even focusing on the sensation of being penetrated. Fox glanced away, but her eyes continued to flit to the side, steeling a glance every so often at the vision of Wolf plunging into the overly-cute yet completely annoying fennec boy-toy. He whimpered under his breath, trying not to be a baby about this situation. All he had left was his self composure, as his pride was surely gone.

"C'mon, Fox," Wolf reminded her. "Is he on your team? Or you can stick your tongue in his mouth and I'll let him go. Show me how naughty that little vixen can be and I'll even let you go, too."

"I'm not giving you a fuck-show, in exchange for my freedom. Not with you or with him," McCloud muttered, adding a deep sigh.

"Goddammit," Farrel muttered, "I'm doing it for you. I didn't realize you were so selfish. I'd have offered whatever information I could to keep you from being hurt or freakin' molested."

"You can't even stand up and fight him to rescue another team mate," Fox snapped, adding, "Could you be anymore worthless? I bet you like taking it in the ass, anyhow, Phoenix. Don't piss me off, kid."

"So he is your teammate," Wolf chuckled, shaking his head. He reached his paws to Farrel's shoulders now, pulling the poor plebe fighter pilot back, until O'Donnell was buried to the hilt. It caused Phoenix to grunt, balling his paws into fists. He could feel Wolf's balls slapping against the back of his own, which caused him to wince in shame. His sour-faced expression was rather priceless.

"Don't feel bad, I'm going to give you the chance to fuck a vixen, kiddo," Wolf said, jerking Farrel up to his feet. Wolf locked one arm around Farrel's neck, the other arm around the fennec's waist, holding the boyish pilot in a position from which he could not escape.

The lupine then walked the inexperienced pilot over to the strung up McCloud, who hovered just above the edge of the deck, fifteen feet above the radioactive isotope rods. "Now, I'm going to have this kid jam his dick in you Fox. The moral of this story is that the truth doesn't hurt as much as telling a lie."

"Wolf," Fox warned, narrowing her eyes. She already regretted fucking him a few years ago and now he was getting on her nerves quickly. "Let me down so we can finish this, ourselves."

"Shut up," O'Donnell told her. He stopped in front of Fox, with the half-bent-over fennec. He kept one arm around the pilot's throat, tightening every so often to keep him from trying anything. O'Donnell then used his free paw to reach forward and rip Fox's uniform pants, so that they tore down the side, from her hip to her left knee. He then yanked them down around her ankles with a flip of his wrist. "Now, are you ready to get some Vixen pussy, kiddo?"

"Can I taste first?" Farrel asked, getting an idea. Wolf released his arm from around the pilot's neck, then gave him a shove to double him over. He leaned forward, so that his muzzle was directly in front of Fox's soft, fluffy-covered mound. He took a long, slow inhale then quickly nuzzled his nose against the flesh a few inches above Fox's slit. Her eyes went wide and Wolf replaced both of his paws on Farrel's hips, locking his gaze with McCloud's own.

Once he was distracted, Farrel stood up quickly, throwing his head back in one smooth motion to catch Wolf directly in his snout. He followed through with a hard right elbow, back into the lupine's chest. With a shift of his upper torso, his shoulder was used to force Wolf's cock to dislodge from his ass, which caused a slick, sexy squishing noise.

Before Wolf could recover, Farrel turned around and offered his left, then right fist into the timber wolf's face, knocking him over. He stomped his left foot down on Wolf's chest, but the lupine wasn't beaten. He snatched Farrel's ankle and pulled the fennec's weight out from beneath him. Farrel crashed to the floor, trying to kick his leg out to catch Wolf in the side of the head.

Growling and hissing followed, where Wolf struggled to bring the fennec back under control but Farrel was too riled up. O'Donnell rolled onto his side, trying to grab at the kid, his erection still engorged with his hot blooded hormones.

Farrel went for Wolf's throat but O'Donnell grabbed him by his balls, using his other paw to snatch the fennec by his chest and slam him back to the floor. "How about I string you up and make you watch me fuck Fox the way she needs to be fucked?"

"She's mine," Farrel hissed into Wolf's face. He paused, not wanting for Wolf to crush his plump, fleshy sack but at the same time, he didn't want to just lay there while Wolf was putting them both into danger. The lupine wasn't about to let this kid get the upper hand and so he grabbed the fennec's throat and lifted him up, coming to his own feet. He grabbed a cable adjacent to where Fox was strung up, then ran it under Farrel's arms, so that he was hanging there, besides McCloud.

"You little ass. I was going to let you fuck her," Wolf snapped, turning back to McCloud. He grabbed the Vixen by her ankles, so she couldn't kick, then pulled so that the cable with which she had been strung up, could come somewhat slack-ended. He forced her legs apart with his arms, which was a testament to his strength, because a woman's legs were usually the strongest muscles in her body.

He forced those long, lean legs around his waist, grinned over at Farrel, then reached his paws up to Fox's muzzle, forcing her mouth open. Another glance cast at Farrel Phoenix, then the mercenary placed his mouth against McClouds, sliding his tongue passed her lips. She struggled, trying to get free of him but it didn't matter. Her arms were fairly well secured. His paws slid back down to her lower back, moving to cup her ass before driving that hardened, raspberry-hued prick up into her fleshy snatch.

"This is how you fuck a vixen, Kid. I know; I've already hit this a few years ago a short time after quitting the academy," Wolf murmured; words muffled against her mouth. Farrel cried for him to stop but he ignored the whiney emotional shouting, only growing fiercer in his hip-bucking. Wolf's pulsing prick swelled inside of that sweet, tight chamber which was stretched to accept his thickness, taking him from tip to hilt.

He gripped her ass tightly, forcing one finger to wiggle up into her tightly puckered tail-star, while riding her as if she was in some sort of sexual swing. A gooey squishing noise followed each plunge and nearly-clear liquid dripped from where his cock penetrated her quivering cunt, collecting on the floor.

"Please, Wolf," Farrel pleaded, feeling his chest churning in agony at being forced to watch his team leader taking dick from someone like Wolf O'Donnell. "I.. You can do it to me again, just stop it� let her be, please Mister O'Donnell, you don't have to do this to her. A woman has fragile, sensitive emotions. Stop, please."

"I'll take you up on that offer," Wolf said. Farrel didn't know if he should rejoice at saving Fox or kick himself for offering his own body. Then Wolf added, "When I'm finished with her, heh." This caused Farrel to grow angry, thrashing against his restraints. Wolf glanced out the corner of his singular-eyed gaze and the corner of his muzzle tugged up into a slight grin. The mercenary continued to ram himself against McCloud, dramatizing each plunge to really accent his pistoning.

Fox had to admit to herself that it felt good. The truth was, McCloud's pussy betrayed her and the pleasure washed over her lower body. Waves of sensation ran up her spine causing an occasional grunt, groan or murr of satisfaction to emanate from her throat. Wolf, on the other paw, was enjoying himself thoroughly. A deep churring sound rolled off his tongue, half muffled into the unnatural feeling lip-lock.

"Stop!" Farrel cried, writhing in his restraining cable in an attempt to get free. Wolf never adhered to the demand. Wolf continued rocking his hips, filling the vixen's tight, wet fuckhole with every inch he could offer. It was hard, it was rough and Fox struggled to admit to herself that it felt sensational. She hated herself for it, feeling rather dirty.

Finally, Wolf shuttered hard, although he continued to ride her. A thick filmy geyser flooded her body. Some of the pearly cream escaped those tight cuntlips which were wrapped about his prick at the base. The gooey gel dripped to the metallic deck panels, mixing with the previous liquid. O'Donnell offered one last hard thrust, before withdrawing that pulsing member from her body. Her legs dropped once more and the vixen looked somewhat limp.

Wolf turned back to the fennec whose gaze lifted and shame filled his face once more. "Your turn," said Wolf with a hint of playful promise. He put a paw on Farrel's hip then pushed hard, causing the fennec to spin around, dangling from the cable. After a moment, Wolf reached out and stopped Farrel from spinning, then guided him to face Fox McCloud, who was right besides him.

Wolf reached for the cable above the smaller fox's head, then gave an angled tug, which caused the restraint to gain some slack. He dropped to the ground, still tied up, landing on his knees. As soon as he looked up at Fox, his face filled with humiliation, the disgraced fennec had his tail lifted again. He was still dizzy from being spun about, but the indignation was still present on his boyish-like visage.

His eyes widened suddenly, feeling the insertion from behind. O'Donnell's cock was well lubricated from McCloud's cunt, mixed with juices of his own release. He wasn't as gentle this time. That pulsing rod sunk into Farrel until the fennec could feel that shaft actually throbbing with the pounding of Wolf's pulse.

Fox glared down at Farrel, curling up her left lip in disgust. "Even I took it better than that," She said to her junior officer. "Stop disappointing me. If I can take it against my will, so can you, Phoenix. Be a man, wait it out. It will be over soon. Stop being a pansy."

"B�but Fox! This, ungh.. It's so� ungh�mmmfff, it's unnaturally wrong!" Farrel exclaimed.

"And a cock inside of a woman's vagina, who doesn't want sex� that's natural or right?!" Fox snapped, narrowing her eyes and taking no pity on the mortified fennec-fox. Wolf ran his fingertips up through the fur on either side of Farrel's tailbase. The quivering circle of flesh that wrapped neatly around Wolf's quaking wand caused the tiny framed Farrel Phoenix to tremble, grunting at the fluttering sensation in his gut.

"Just admit you like it," Fox said disgustedly, with a tone of revulsion in her voice. Farrel, equally repulsed, lowered his ignominy-filled gaze to the floor, weeping softly. Hot tears ran down his muzzle, matting the fur and his audible whimpering caused both Fox and Wolf to groan in annoyance. "You little fucking pussy," McCloud groused softly.

"No," Farrel muttered miserably, "It's embarrassing, sure, but it's downright humiliating for you to demand that I admit I like this. I can take Wolf's actions; I expect no less out of slime like him. But for you to say that?" Farrel glanced back up at her. His eyes were bloodshot with tears and while he no longer held an appearance of pain, he did look thoroughly pitiful.

"I suppose you're just jealous because he stopped fucking you while you were enjoying it so much," Farrel finally said to her. "I saw your face while he was filling you, whore." The vituperative idiom caught Fox by surprise. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Wolf, on the other hand, never stopped pounding away at Farrel's tightly-puckered asshole.

"I can't believe I even had a crush on you," Farrel added. Fox's heart dropped. Not because he was disclosing his sincere emotions for her, but because he put his hurt feelings before his hurt pride, which was something men rarely did. Phoenix's body continued to jolt forward with each plunge into his slickery, moistened rear entrance. It may have been humiliating but not as much as Fox's cold wording from earlier. That was the sting of a hornet, in a swarm of already painful bee stings.

"Both of you stop arguing, so I can cum," Wolf snapped, not even deviating from the age-old yet taboo rhythm of his body thrusting. His throbbing cock, still partially lubricated from his fucking of Fox McCloud, was swelling again, pounding poor Farrel into submission from behind. The fennec's tail brushed against Wolf's chest, standing straight up. Wolf's balls continued to slap against the backside of Farrel's own plump sack. It didn't actually hurt; the light bumping of testicles actually felt good, which sickened Phoenix to no end.

"I thought a real man knew how to protect himself," Fox said of Farrel, looking away scornfully. The fennec glanced back up at her, his pupils dilating. His tiny frame continued to jerk forward, jostled with each penetration from Wolf's well-endowed girth. What really caused Farrel's stomach to ice over and turn inside out, was the fact that every grind against his prostate felt rather pleasurable. Part of him, against his will, physically enjoyed submitting to that rock-solid dick.

Farrel's eyes were still hazy with tears, watching Fox turn her face away with repugnance and some measure of loathing. "I� I thought a real woman had compassion. Why lie to him; this is your entire fault, McCloud," Farrel muttered in a weak voice. He wanted to say it with a far more hateful tone but it just didn't come out that way. "All your fault," He repeated in a soft mutter of resentment and irritation.

Wolf allowed for a long, hard groan to escape from his muzzle. He was finally growing closer to a second release. It wasn't going to be as substantial as the load given to Fox McCloud, but he was far from caring about how ample the amount of his release was. He just wanted to get off again, because he was so close.

O'Donnell's abs were starting to ache from the half-bent position he'd taken in order to pound, first Fox, then Farrel Phoenix. Farrel, who was beginning to feel like a shell of a man, squeaked out a moan of pleasure, trying to conceal it but doing a poor job. Against his wishes, the fennec's cock began to grow from his sheath, still taking every plunge, from tip to base, into his previously virgin backdoor.

That stretched sphincter continued to contract around Wolf's chunky chode. It only took another minute for Wolf to finally reach his climatic thrust. A spurt of that pearly release gushed up into the fennec's rump and O'Donnell was nice enough to offer one last push of his pelvis before slowing to a stop and whispering a long, slow groan into Farrel's ear from behind. A shutter of dismay was all the fennec could manage.

Suddenly, Wolf put his padded palms flush against Farrel's asscheeks, then pushed until his still-rigid flesh became undocked from the younger pilot's tailhole. He grabbed Farrel by the throat and rolled the smaller fox over. Once Phoenix was on his back, Wolf straddled the combat pilot's chest.

Farrel tugged until his wrists were scraped and bloody. His paws slipped out of the restraints and he reached up, only to have Wolf's knees come down over his forearms, pinning them to the deck. Wolf rubbed his dick against Farrel's muzzle with a smirk. "Suck it clear, you wimpy lil' kit. C'mon. Bite it and I'll beat the shit out of you, I promise."

Wolf reached down and grabbed the top and bottom of Farrel's muzzle, prying it apart. He then shifted his hips forward, causing his cock to slide right into the fennec's mouth. Phoenix struggled, cringing at the taste of the fat phallus that was forced into his maw. Wolf bucked his hips, pushing that cock down into Farrel's throat, causing him to gag and choke, feeling the cum-covered bulbous tip brush against his uvula. "Like that, you lil' boy-toy fairy?" O'Donnell chided playfully.

Without warning, Farrel's gag reflexes inadvertently caused his jaw to lock, half-biting the hilt of Wolf's cock. The startled lupine jerked back, dislodging the tip of his dick from half-way down the gagging boy's throat. As soon as Wolf's weight shifted, Farrel's arms were pulled free from beneath the previously pinning knees and he sat up to give O'Donnell a shove backwards.

Off balance, Wolf toppled backwards. His equilibrium was stolen and Farrel, filled with a sudden rage, was quick to take advantage of the situation. He parted his legs, lifted his left one over the timberwolf's body and flipped around to his hands and knees, moving to cover Wolf's form to keep him from getting up.

Farrel drew his right fist back and slammed it into Wolf's face, followed by the gnashing of teeth and snapping of fangs. Fox blinked, seeing Wolf so quickly overwhelmed by the caged animal instincts that Farrel was consumed by. Paws wrapped around Wolf's throat, mashing his clawed thumb down against Wolf's jugular with one thumb and his carotid vein with the other. Wolf struggled but with the lack of blood and oxygen to his brain, he was starting to grow sluggish.

After another moment, he passed out, completely unconscious. Farrel released his throat, then stood up, delivering a nasty kick to the mercenary's temple. Wolf lay still. His breathing was shallow. Finally, the fennec spit on his motionless form. "You sadistic fuck," muttered the smaller furre.

He turned back to Fox and quickly drew her body down to the deck wrapping his arms around her to untie the knot against her backside. She slipped free of the restraints and tumbled into his embrace. Farrel eased her to the deck and the two collapsed, panting furiously. "I'm sorry I said those things to you," He told her. "I understand the stress you were just under; it was callous of me not to understand how awkward it all was, for you."

"Farrel, I�" She trailed off, not knowing what to say. This was the most awkward situation of her life. Her lower lip trembled and she just gawked at him. He rescued her. She didn't even know how to show her appreciation. Farrel noted that she was struggling with her words and so, he leaned forward to try and whisper into her ear to 'hush', but his eyes simultaneously closed.

Naïvely, his lips brushed against hers and she stiffened up. A soft scarlet hue tinted her cheeks. Farrel froze, opening his eyes and gazing into her own soft, green orbs. They were kissing and it was even more awkward than not being able to say anything to him. Feelings of gratitude became feelings of insecurity and being unsure of herself. Is that all men wanted was a warm body?

Confusion was all she felt and finally, she relented to the kiss, deciding that must be the only way to show him the appreciation he sought. Her lips parted, her eyes squinted shut and she felt his tongue began to probe her mouth, passing through those soft, yet passion-bruised tiers from being kissed so forcefully by Wolf, earlier.

He was acting on instinct and she just froze. He didn't kiss her as forcefully as Wolf had done. His lips were softer than Falco Lombardi's own, with whom she had fallen into a short-term relationship in the past. No, Farrel kissed her with a tenderness that she couldn't comprehend.

She opened her eyes again, trying not to glare into Farrel's own soft, amber orbs. She just couldn't understand his intent. She didn't know what else to do and so her body instinctively submitted to his. It felt dirty, like earlier, but it didn't feel as unsettling because he wasn't forcing himself upon her. She just allowed it with her body language. It was disturbing to her, in a way. This all felt foreign.

His paws began to move over her body. His instinctual motions were one of unreleased hormones, after having been touched in ways that had him riled up, inadvertently. The pretty faced boy placed one paw behind her head, sifting his fingertips through her headfur, while his other paw cupped her bosom firmly but in a way that showed her how gentle he could be.

Those soft fleshy rosebuds became pert at his touch, which caused her to become that much more perplexed. It felt good, he wasn't harsh and yet she couldn't understand why her body was placated by his simple, non-aggressive touch. She only knew rough fucking, for the most part. Only women offered a sensual touch. This was just odd to her. Farrel's tenderness confused her beyond measure. She was baffled at his gentleness. It still felt wrong but she wasn't ready to stop it just yet.

Farrel, heated from having been surrounded by sex and now going on instinctive nature, slid his paw down from those swelling globes, over her taut tummy. His touch continued to pass downwards, sifting through the fur upon her belly, until his fingetips found the sensitive button at the top of her creamy slit. Instead of hiding, her clitoris responded by firming up and coming out to play. He rolled it in a semi-circle beneath his index fingertip.

His touch was that of an inexperienced virgin but it seemed as though he knew enough to learn as he went. He reacted to her responses, slightly altering his rubbing pattern based on her body's reply. It only took a few minutes before he was able to find some semblance of clitoral mastery, learning as he went along until his touch became rather skillful, manipulating her into a state of physical pleasure.

His tongue continued to dance and duel against her own, swirling against that velvety mate. She responded with a flutter of her own tongue, not exactly sure how it was that she should be responding. Was this what men wanted from her? Nothing more? Pleasure? She felt used, like a toilet. But at the same time, she felt like she owed him this gratitude and so she allowed it to happen.

Moisture began to gather within her heat, once more and the familiar tightening turned into a dull ache, within her sex. That fleshbox was caressed every so often by the passing of his paw, which occasionally returned to continue the stimulation of her clit. Fox McCloud blushed furiously, never having been touched in such a way as this. It was usually a quick grope followed by copping a feel and ultimately a hard fucking. Falco wasn't as bad about it as Wolf was, but he wasn't particularly gentle, like this, either.

"I, um," Fox muffled her words into the kiss. Farrel was very tender. He placed tiny kisses against her neck, moving down her collarbone and stopping at the tight nubs upon her chest. The fennec captured one in his lips, swirling his tongue around it for a moment, flickering the flesh-nip then biting gently. A groan was elicited from her throat. She didn't even realize she did it until after it happened.

"What are you�? Why; Farrel, what're you doing?" She gasped softly, in rebuttal of pleasure. He didn't reply. He didn't want to ruin the moment and his body was afire with desire for her. All the past anger was gone. Wolf lay unconscious less than 10 feet away. Farrel's snout nuzzled into the flesh and fur, as he continued to place tiny kisses against her tummy, moving down over the mound of her crotch until she felt her breath catch.

His tongue picked up where his paw left off, working her clit in much the same fashion as his fingers had learned, going at the same angle and rhythm that caused her pleasure a moment prior to this. Inadvertently, her back arched up from the floor and the tip of her tail began to thump against the floor repeatedly. No beak had been down there. Wolf's muzzle had never been down there. It only happened once more, during a drunken romp with an ex-boyfriend who was now a long-gone casualty of war. She didn't even remember what it was like.

Her left paw rushed to his head, slipping between his ears, scritching slightly but for the most part, using her palm to usher his head into her pussy, groaning at the tongue that assaulted her fleshy nub-like button. Her clit hardened somewhat into a short knob, her body beginning to thrash from the tongue lashing. "Oh� my� Goddess," She murmured between breaths. He was eating her pussy and it was fresh, new and yet that awkwardness was still at the back of her mind. Now instincts were taking over; her father always told her to trust her instincts but logic and confusion were still at the back of her head, somewhere.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," She whispered, breathlessly. It felt incredibly good and at the same time, it felt completely wrong. He didn't deserve this and she wasn't attracted to him but it felt so good and confusion swallowed her thinking and so it continued. A simple hug and a kiss on the cheek would have not only been sufficient, but they would have been far more suitable.

And yet, her paw clinched into a fist, pulling his face into her twat, groaning and bucking her hips upwards and writhing listlessly. The ache became intense. She was teased beyond belief and her body yearned to be fulfilled the way that it was designed for, by the creator. Her fingers slipped around his ears, pulling upwards and he began to move over her. Her legs parted instinctively and part of her just wanted to get this over with.

Wolf O'Donnell's seaman trickled down from the center of her slit, trailing down over her ass, pooling against her tail. Farrel moved upon her, his weight wasn't nearly what she was used to. His muzzle moved to her neck, nipping and suckling and she could feel the brush of his penis. She shuttered with disgust but at the same time, it felt good and in this moment of bewilderment, she simply went along with it and she allowed herself a slight repose.

The tip of Farrel's cock began to glide into her, slowly. It squished into the hole previously filled by Wolf, sinking into his sloppy-seconds. Simultaneously, Wolf's seed leaked from Farrel's own asshole, dripping down over the back of his balls, collecting against Fox's tail, as well. It was smeared against her inner thighs and yet it was also forgotten, for now. And so commenced Fox McCloud's first love-making session, although it was far from recognized as such, by her.

Farrel plunged into her body, not simply plowing into her sex, but rather filling her fully and lovingly before each withdraw. His body bucked upwards at the end of each inward thrust, offering a pleasant grinding at the end of each buck of his hips. "Farrel, I�" She didn't know how to tell him to stop, so the words melted into silence. Farrel leaned up from her neck, so that his lips brushed her ear and he shushed her tenderly.

As disturbingly nasty as it was for him to descend into that hot, tight cavern, dripping with Wolf's release, and as disgusting as it was to have had Wolf's gooey slime eking from his own ass, he continued without recess. With each time that his cock was fully submerged, he drew his hips back only to fill her again with that thick, fairly-well endowed fennec prick, which parted her cunt walls in a rather pleasurable way. He drew his paws down her body explorativly, then gripped her hips firmly but not in an overly rough manner.

It was beginning to happen and Fox felt emotionally powerless to stop it. His knot began to push into her now-played-out snatch, which enveloped the massive bulge with relative ease. She gasped, as it felt rather astounding. She instantly reached multiple climaxes, crying out in an orgasmic eruption. He continued to ride her, not just fucking her but quite literally making love to her body. Wolf's cum was splashed up over his crotch and tummy fur, from where he was joined to her body, writhing like one entity of passion and pleasure.

Their bodies were tied together and his hardened cock became swollen with blood. His lips meshed against hers again and she simply submitted to the kiss, trying to breath through her nose. It seemed weird, but she felt dazed, as it was. A leg lifted up, hooking around his body, using the side of her ankle and part of her heel to pull his body against hers, trying to reach the climatic finale. She itched with lust, trying to squeeze those pedals of her dew-drenched flower tightly, wanting to milk him of release, just to see how much different it would feel, since sex with the fennec was already so very diverse and dissimilar from previous sexual intercourse encounters.

His engorged dick was pulsing and throbbing wildly within those fluttering folds of her quivering cunt. While both were covered in Wolf's release, which matted the fur around both vulpine's crotch, Farrel was trying to concentrate on mating with her. His left paw forced its way beneath the weight of their combined forms, until he was holding her tightly, still rocking his body against her own. He was so ungodly close.

"How does it feel?" He whispered against her bottom lip.

"I'm cumming on your dick, how do you think it feels?" She replied with a throaty groan. "How does it feel for you? Knowing you can boast about fucking Fox McCloud should make you a bit popular for once," She half-chuckled absently, with a gasp between words, every so often.

"Fox, I'm not fucking you; it can stay between us," Phoenix promised in soft words, contracting her disbelieving, dulcet tones.

"It's not possible for men to do that," She muttered against his muzzle. She could feel his body tighten up. Not only that, but his eyes clinched shut, his toes curled and his lower back arched. He was starting to fill her with that honey-nectar. And that's when he said it�

"Fox�, No. Fox, I love you," he groaned against the side of her head, just beneath her ear. His words were emphasized not only by tones spoken but by that thick rush of sugary seed, painting her slick inner walls. As soon as the words hit her ears, she blinked incomprehensively. Suddenly her paws rushed up, shoving him off of her. His knot was beginning to shrink, mid-release but from her pussy being pummeled twice in a row, it allowed for that swollen protuberance to come free of her gooey folds.

The half-swollen distension came free with a wet 'shlucking' noise. A rush of his climax sprayed over her belly and as he was shoved back, it gushed over her left leg, saturating her fur. "Wha..? What's wrong, Fox??" He exclaimed in shock.

"I don't think we should have fucked, to begin with," Fox snarled softly, adding, "But I don't need you telling me that pillow-talk shit. You can't love me, you don't even know me. Besides, love is just a bogus fucking romance-novel word. Fuck this, I knew it was wrong and I shouldn't have let you do it, now I know it was wrong and you just need to get the fuck off of me, right now."

"But, Fox! I really do," Farrel protested, shaking his head; his eyes were wide. "I adore you, Fox McCloud."

Fox shouted in reply, "You're a goddamn weakling who sat there like a pervert, watching Wolf pound the hell out of me, you little jerkoff."

"What?!" Farrel said, standing up, backing away from her. Slimy goop dribbled down his cock and nearly-dried lupine release ran down the back of his thighs, which were only slightly more masculine than her own. What's worse; O'Donnell grunted softly, beginning to stir. Farrel quickly reached for his ankles, pulling his pants up and fastening them. This turned into a horrible evening and even worse, it wound up becoming a huge joke instead of a rescue effort.

He was humiliated beyond belief. He still had an erect boner in his pants, having only gotten half-way into his release when she shoved him off of her body. It did a perfectly fine job of holding his pants up, since he'd not had a belt, today. Wolf had proven that point, earlier in the evening.

He was frustrated beyond belief and wanted nothing more than to have let his body continue through its natural course of orgasm. It wasn't going to happen now. He felt filthy. Wolf's gunk was still draining from his asshole, running down the back of his legs and what's worse? He fucked up a chance to possibly hook up with Fox, right in the middle of a freakin' orgasm.

Farrel stood there, shaking like a leaf. He was angry, hurt, embarrassed and frustrated all at the same time. Wolf eased up onto one elbow, coughing to clear his lungs. Fox and Farrel locked gaze. "Just get the fuck out of here, kid," She muttered.

"Dammit!" Phoenix finally erupted. He turned about, kicking Wolf in the side of the head as hard as he possibly could, then limped towards the exit, obviously having fractured at least two toes, regardless of wearing flight uniform shoes. O'Donnell craned to the side, grasping for the side of his head. Blood trickled out between his fingers, running down over his wrist as he gazed up at the departing fennec.

"What's that faggot so damn upset about?" mused the injured loupe.

"I pissed him off. He had to have broken toe claws or worse with that kick and while it should have cracked your skull and killed you, instead it hardly seemed to phase you," Fox muttered to O'Donnell. "I swear to the Almighty," She sneered immediately afterwards, continuing, "If you ever force your dick into me again, I'll cut it off and fucking feed it to you. I'm serious," She warned, picking herself up and pulling her clothing back around her hips, using her flight-uniform belt to temporarily repair where her pants were torn down the side of one leg.

Fox picked herself up, lifted her chin somewhat and trudged out of the room, not even glancing back at Wolf, who laid there for a few minutes, dizzy from having had Farrel strike his head twice. "Fuck you, McCloud! You liked it, you slutty little hoe. Admit it!" He shouted after her. She didn't stop, no matter how much she used to like Wolf, she was done with him.

She felt the dirtiest of all, having the cum of two men inside of her at the same time. She needed a long shower and a douche. She felt miserable. Her joints ached. She didn't even give a fuck about catching Wolf anymore. She also knew if she had a rape kit done, Farrel would be just as much at fault as Wolf and that wouldn't be right because she allowed that bullshit with Farrel Phoenix to happen; it wasn't forced. Because of that loophole occurrence, Wolf was going to walk away scott-free despite his heinous crime against her body.

She could always hit him with car, later down the road. Right now, she wanted to get the hell out of that place. She needed to get drunk because she knew her mind was more fucked up than anything, after tonight.