Fox McCloud awoke in a cold, metal room with a single, dim lamp above the center of the room. There were no visible doors or windows, no escape. He remembered being ambushed as he returned from a pilots' convention on Corneria, but nothing after that. He looked down and found himself naked, no doubt to keep him from attempting an escape. He stood up and walked around the edge of the room, knocking on the metal walls and hoping to hear the hollow sound of a hidden door.
As he neared the last corner of the room with no luck, he stepped on something fluffy in the dark. Whatever it was, it let out a sharp yelp and jerked away. He couldn't see what it was, so he jumped back into the light. From the shadows, he heard a familiar voice call out his name: "Fox?"
The nude form of Wolf O'Donnell stepped forward into the light. His cybernetic eyepatch had been replaced by an old-style cloth patch. He held his head and came closer.
"Where are we? What's going on?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I think we might be prisoners," the vulpine replied. "I've been checking the walls and floor, but there doesn't seem to be any way in or out of here. The only chance would be an air duct in the ceiling, but I can't see anything and it's too high up."
"Maybe you could get on my shoulders and reach it," Wolf suggested.
Fox agreed it was worth a try and climbed up on the lupine's shoulders. He sat with his legs around Wolf's neck and his junk rubbing against his rival. As awkward as it was, he knew they had to find a way out.
After a thorough search of the ceiling, they were forced to admit that there was no way out. There was no access to the ductwork in the room, just small slits in the metal that allowed air circulation. They were trapped.
"So now what?" Wolf asked as he let Fox down.
But before Fox could answer, the sound of hissing gas filled the room. Down from the vents came a light blue mist that filled the room. The two instinctively tried to hold their breath, but eventually they had to breathe.
Fox gulped down the gas-laiden air and prepared to die. But instead of a foul-smelling lethal gas, he found a pleasant fragrance that instantly made him erect. He found that Wolf was similarly affected and asked what he thought.
"Pheremones," Wolf concluded, "and powerful ones at that. Whoever kidnapped us apparently wants us to get hot and horny. Obviously they didn't think we had strong wills."
Fox nodded in understanding, but in his mind he screamed with frustration. Ever since the Aparoid invasion, he had come to see Wolf in a different light, first as a competitive friend, then as an extremely attractive hunk. Fox had never let anyone know he was gay, he wasn't attracted to his fellow StarFox males and his "relationship" with Krystal was a good cover up. Until he had saved his life, Fox's hatred of Wolf had supressed his lust for such a sexy beast. But now that they were friends, it was extremely hard for him to cover his attraction to the lupine. Now he was trapped in a room naked with his fantasy man and being assailed by pheremones. How could he hide it?
Within the hour, Fox's mind was filled with daydreams of having sex with Wolf. He envisioned the two of them cuddling and fondling each other; himself sucking Wolf's impressive member; his own cock getting shoved to the balls down Wolf's ass. He was almost ready to cum from the thoughts alone!
Fox closed his eyes and tried to think of non-sexual things, but it was no use. He lay sideways, back to his crush, and focused on not jumping on Wolf and making love to him.
He didn't know how long he was there, but Fox was startled from his focus by the feeling of someone touching him. He sat up, turned around, and found himself face to face with Wolf. The lupine was on his hands and knees and had a desperate look in his eyes.
"Fox, I'm sorry, I have to..."
Before Fox could react in any way, Wolf dove down on his fellow prisoner's crotch and began to lick his genitals. Fox moaned and caressed Wolf's headfur. This action made the lupine stop mid-lick and raise his head to look Fox in the eye.
"You're not reacting like I thought you would," Wolf observed. "Onviously I wasn't the only one with a secret love."
"You wanted me, too?" Fox asked.
Wolf nodded and the two stared long into each other's eyes. Finally, Wolf broke the trance by leaning in and planting his lips against Fox's. The two canines caressed their partner's bodies while their tongues intertwined. They moved to their knees and hugged each other, their throbbing members sliding against one another in a coating of precum. Fox took the lead, giving into his deepest fantasies. He took Wolf's head in one hand and pressed their lips even harder together. He fought for dominance with his tongue and succeeded. As he explored every crevice of Wolf's mouth, his other hand went down and took both of their members together. Sliding along the two shafts, Fox noticed that they were abouth the same size, though Wolf was slightly larger.
For his part, Wolf was okay with Fox taking over. At first he was surprised, then he thought of taking control (his strength would have allowed him to be dominant); but he realized that he wanted Fox to lead, in truth he was afraid.
He had loved that ginger-furred fox since he first saw him, though he had put it out of his mind to fulfill his mission. It was easy to ignore his attraction when Fox seemed to hate him, but now that they had put their animosities aside he found it difficult to resist. He had been afraid Fox would reject him; he was still afraid. What if this was only because of the pheremones? As long as Fox kept going, Wolf was reassured. So he let the smaller canine continue.
Fox was lost to his lust. He broke the kiss but kept his lips on Wolf, lightly kissing a line from his neck down to his abs. He told Wolf to stand up, which he did, and continued down to his cock. His long, slow licks covered the shaft in a mixture of saliva and precum. He worked his way back up to the head and gave it a kiss before putting it in his mouth. The salt from his sweat and the taste of his precum made Wolf's prick delicious; his scent: intoxicating. It was a little difficult for Fox to get all of him down, but after a while he managed to get accustomed to his size. Wolf began panting as Fox picked up the pace and let out a long howl when he finally came. Fox happily slurped up all of Wolf's hot juice, loving the way it slid down his throat.
"How was it?" he asked Wolf curiously.
"Damn, Fox, that was the best I've ever felt."
"Do you want to keep going?" Wolf nodded eagerly. "Then why don't we try..."
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