Star Fox:

War for Corneria

Chapter 25

I own an original story, this is not that story.

Wave ran through the long hallways of the base to the docking bays, running for the Lonewolf as fast as his legs could carry him. He cut around the corner and barely avoided running into a small fennic fox, that was dressed in just shorts, held up by a belt with a filled sword sheath on one side, and a gun holster at the other. He muttered an apology without even slowing down. Wave was astounded when the fennic caught up to him, sword and gun in hand as he charged alongside Wave. Wave raised an eyebrow.

"When a commander rushes by looking like that, you don't ask, you follow." the fennic answered Wave's unasked question.

"I didn't recognize you without your uniform, Storm." Wave said, tipped off by his voice, as he zigzagged through the many workers in the docking area. Upon hearing that name, many of the workers jumped out of the fennic's path. To the left, a shuttle took off, while a second was lining up to depart and outside one was waiting to land as Wave stormed up the boarding ramp, then came to a dead stop when he got a clear view of what looked like a war zone. Storm, not forseeing this, ran up and crashed right into Wave, tumbling them over. Patches of still dripping blood and fur were scattered around the room. Wave got up, calling Ice. "Ice, Put the place on lock down, and meet me at the security center. My boyfriend has been abducted."

James was having a good time. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, playing a great game with a great friend, the game being Need for Speed and the friend being Damien. At school, his friends had failed to beat him, and Damien had already lost twice. "Let's make this more interesting." Damien said after he lost his second race.

"Anything in mind?" James asked, turning to watch Damien with a broad smile. He was winning, big time. That his friend would propose that now, after losing the double, was beyond him.

"Every game, the loser tosses a piece of clothing." Damien said without missing a beat. James turned beat red, but figuring he had nothing to lose here, James agreed. As a response, Damien tossed his shoes and socks. "That's for losing the warm-ups." he sat up in his chair, changed his grip on his controller, and selected the toughest multiplayer map in the game. Three minutes later, James' boots came off.

"Well, Wave," Ice said when the huskoon was done ranting, "I got good news and bad news. The good news is that I have picked up the signal from his communicator. The bad news? It's coming from a Bloodfang vessel that's speeding away from here in the direction of Corneria at near warp speed. The Bloodfang are Wolf's old gang."

"I'm going after them." Wave cut in.

"Give me some time to plan this out. Besides, you're grounded at the moment pending surgery." Ice bit back, "You're not gonna be able to save him when you're dead."

As Wave stormed off cursing, Storm spoke up, "I request your permission to tail the ship and uncover the location of their base."

"Be more quiet than a Shadow. If you are caught..." Ice let the threat hang between them, both knowing what was left unsaid.

James was fuming. Damien had again lured him into a very bad bet. The Husky was still fully clothed, apart from his shoes and socks, while he was down to his undershirt and underpants. This round was his though. A loud moan from the other room had distracted Damien at a critical point in the course and caused him to crash into a wall. One more corner, and Damien would have to toss his shirt. He pulled towards the ideal angle, when he has hit against the rear wheel and mercilessly pushed off the road and into the wall as Damien snatched yet another victory. James pulled his undershirt over his head and flung it in the husky's face. "Smells good." he muttered as he pulled it off of his muzzle. "One more, and you'll be out of things to toss." Damien said, completely ignoring the blush on James' face, "but I had to do much more work to win this than you." then he leaned in close, "I'm commando." he whispered, and James blushed furiously. "Wanna see?" James gave a shy nod, game long forgotten. "Then please help me out of these." he gestured to his clothes, inviting James to undress him as he leaned back on the bed.

James grabbed the hems of his shirt and pulled it up, the other moving his arms up to make it easier for him. There was a little hustle to get the collar past his muzzle, but that was it, really. As he tossed the shirt away, he took a moment to study the husky's body. His combat training was great for his figure, that was immediately clear. He had a big, solid chest, a hard six-pack underneath to rival his father's, and biceps that bulged lightly when he moved his arms. His legs though were big. And as he undid the button of Damien's pants, and pulled them down, he let his hands rub over those strong legs. Feeling the strong muscles that would not bulge under his grip, before looking up at the seven inches half-hard cock. He shed his own underwear, revealing his seven and a half hard inches of hybrid meat, wide along the length according to his fox heritage, but with a think wolfish knot at the base. Damien veered up using only his abs, before grabbing James, and laying back down, dragging James on top of himself. James looked down, and slowly dropped his head, locking their muzzles in their first real kiss. In that moment, the hybrid realized he loved him, and how busy he's been with a shallow crush to have missed this before. That is how they fell asleep.

The next morning, Wolf was the first to awaken. Carefully, he shook his Fox awake. Fox responded by hugging him, and burying his muzzle between wolf's pecs. Wolf caught a good hold of Fox' waist, before tossing him up into the sky, causing Fox to suddenly scare awake. Wolf caught him again, and lowered him for a kiss on the muzzle. They quickly got up and gathered their old clothes, dumping them in the hamper before Wolf went to check-up on his son. What he saw surprised and amused him. His son laying submissive to the husky kid? Cute. He sneaked off to the kitchen. Fox was on his way to the bathroom for a shower, but couldn't resist tailing Wolf. While Wolf started on brewing a white juice out of water, salt, glucose and chalk, Fox collected their old alcohol bottles. Once Wolf was happy with the color and consistency of the brew, he and Fox walked back into James' room, and Wolf smeared some of the saline mixture around James' tailhole, before getting a nice coating over Damien's cock as well, while Fox used the bottles to create a genuine mess. Then they walked out in perfect silence, washed the pan, turned on the shower for a quick wash, and burst out laughing, the sound completely overpowered by the running water. Once they were calm and washed, they set to the task of making a breakfast for four.