"Nice going Fox." said Peppy over the intercom after a hard mission.
"Thanks." replied Fox over the same transmission code.
"Hey, next time leave some for me will you Fox?" said Falco.
"Hey, what about me?" asked Slippy with a response from the whole team.
"Shut up Slippy."
They were all in the lounge and Peppy had hopped off to bed.
"Well I feel a bit tired. So I'm gonna turn in for the night." said Slippy on his way out of the door.
That left just Falco and Fox. Falco stood and walked over to the door and locked it. Now no one could bother them. Falco began rubbing a bulge in his pants.
"Hey Fox," he cocked up an eyebrow, "you know you want to." He whipped out an 8-inch. Fox hesitated.
"I don't Falco." said a worried Fox.
"Awwwww c'mon Fox. You know you want to." Falco pleaded.
"Will you please do it? It will be just as good as last time."
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