“Told ‘ya you were a slut-“
Slippy smirked and slapped his dick right between Fox’s eyes, smearing the sweat and grime from multiple days of nonstop jerking off into his fur. And shoving his nose directly between his heavy, sweaty balls.
“I haven’t showered in a bit-“
"..."
Fox shivers. So damn casual. It only turns him on even more.
"...you know I do, Slippy."
The captain grunts and sinks down to his knees. Eye level with his throbbing length. Letting out a low grunt.
"...you really are damn big..."
“That long, huh?”
Slippy stared up at the ceiling, finally letting his cock go, letting it bounce and twitch as it throbbed between his thighs.
“…..You wanna choke on it? We’ve got some time to kill.”
"...I..."
Fox glances over his shoulder. As if worried Falco or Peppy would walk in. He sighs and takes a step closer.
"I mean -- yeah, back at the academy. But it's...been a while, Slippy."
He chuckles out a flustered breath. "Heh -- yeah, we've always had that in common."
“We shared a room for like two years. I know you are.”
Slippy smirked at the fox, still stroking himself from base to tip, his balls visibly tensing.
“Trying to remember if we’ve fucked before. We had to have, right? We’re both too horny not to-“
"Heh. Fair enough. I'd...be lying if I hadn't given you and Peppy a few looks too."
Fox sighs and nods. A low, breathy chuckle. "We both know Falco makes everything a fight. Why would that be any different...?"
He takes in a sharp breath of air.
"I...well. Maybe I am..."
“I mean, we shower together. Hard not to notice. You and Falco both-“
Slippy switched to jerking off with one hand, slowly stroking from base to tip, as if he wasn’t trying to stroke to completion anymore.
“You’re less annoying about it. Falco makes it a fight. I feel —
"...you've been looking...?"
Fox feels that compliment go straight down to his own length. The energy, combined with the sight and scent in this room, is getting to his head.
"Yeah, I -- I can see that. You're...pretty damn big, Slippy..."
“You always end up in someone’s bed during a mission-“
Slippy teased, keeping his eyes focused on the screen.
“Ah, y’know. You got a fat ass and a-“
He held his hand up and pinched his pointer and thumb together.
“I’m sure it’s average, but like…Peppy and I are away bigger.”
"A slut? Is that any way to talk to your captain?"
Fox grins and chuckles, despite himself. Nodding slowly.
"I mean -- I do alright for myself, yeah. But...that's tough, all the way out here."
He raises a brow.
"...built like what...?"
“Dude, we both know that’s a lie. You’re a total slut-“
Slippy wheezed out and tilted his head back, closing his eyes while he thrusted into both of his hands, making his balls slap loudly against his palms.
“I would be too if I was built like that, I guess-“
"I -- I...mean, maybe."
Fox chuckles, despite himself. This is not how he saw this conversation going, when he walked across the ship.
He nods.
"Yeah, you and me both, Slippy..."
“If it makes you feel better, I could send the files over. Give you a little something to do. This is some good shit.”
Slippy turned back towards the screen, not the slightest bit ashamed while he pleasured himself.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had any action…”
"I had a lot of spare time, so..."
Fox waves a hand vaguely. The fluster clear on his muzzle. His eyes still fixed on Slippy's cock, despite himself. Trying to keep a degree of composure.
"...was just, uh...killing some time..."
“Oh shit, you saw that?!”
Slippy let out a breathy chuckle, curling his toes as his dick twitched hard in his palms.
“Thought I could slip it by. You usually don’t check requisitions, since I fill out most of the orders. Guess I didn’t expect you looking for something to do-“
"I was...uh. Just...seeing who was using our long range comm systems for...downloading some videos. Guess I have my answer..."
A flustered chuckle. Rubbing the back of his head.
...watching that bead drip down the curve of his cock. Sighing out a shaky exhale.
He’s usually been too busy. But with all this down time, he’s found it hard to resist-
“Ah. What’s up then?”
He asked, slumping back into his seat, staring at the porn out of the corner of his eye while his dick twitched and spurted pre out of the tip.
"Uh...no. No -- not...for another two days, or so, according to ROB."
Fox blinks again. He's seen Slippy like this before, but -- not since they'd joined Star Fox. He shivers a bit. Feeling that gaze go through him. Eyes following each stroke, up and down his thick length
— there yet?”
He didn’t even bother to stop stroking. Fox should be used to how casual Slippy can be, especially after they bunked together in the academy.
Don’t be too surprised! Foxes are popular pornstars. Slippy doesn’t like to generalize, but…the shoe fits-
Slippy’s head snapped back towards the fox when he finally spoke up, his eyes still lidded, almost like he was staring right through his Captain.
“Oh, hey man…we —
It was the spectacle in screen that made Fox really widen his eyes. Was that...a fox? He swallows dryly. Biting his lower lip. Feeling himself twitch again. The sight. The scent. All of it.
"Uh...Slippy...?"
Not his beat entrance, but he was a bit flustered, to say the least.
— They’re lucky Slippy’s room is far away from the others, or else they would’ve struggled getting any sleep-
To make matters worse, the sight on the monitor was a twinky fox getting gangbanged, and Slippy was stroking himself with both hands while muttering under his breath.
Slippy was too caught up in his own lust to notice his captain entering. The frog’s mouth hung open while he panted, stroking himself to exhaustion.
The whole room smelled like sweat and dried cum, and the moans on his computer were so loud you could hear them down the hall. —
The sight sent a shiver right down to Fox's own groin. Taking in the full sight. He's never seen Slippy in a way like this -- and it left him wide-eyed and open-mouthed...!
Caught between the urge to turn around, embarrassed, and the lusty need to see more.
"Um..."
— Judging from how much money he spent, and the literal pile of used tissues tossed haphazardly around the room, looks like he’s been at it for a while.
With such a long journey between planets, Fox probably hasn’t seen Slippy in literal days. The second he walked inside his room, he’d find out why.
The frog was fully naked in front of his computer, sweat glistening on his heavy muscular body as he stroked along his shaft. —
Fox should've known only Slippy could pull off a feat like this, from deep space. So he went to reprimand him, but...
...when he gets to his room, the captain seems more transfixed by the sight...!
Fox sighs. Rubbing between his ears. This expense report is wild! He expects the fuel, repairs, weapons, all of that stuff.
But who on the crew would spend so many credits to order PORN all the way out in the depths of space?!
Sauria Scaley Slammers? Fortuna Fuckfest 4???