1/13/04                                                                                                                       5:49 PM

"The Cockpit" by Cyberwuffy

                                                            Requested by Nicky McCloud

Fox McCloud, Venom, Wolf O'Donnell, Wolfen II, and Katt Monroe © Nintendo

Nicky McCloud © her player

            It was a quiet winter evening on Venom's only inhabitable moon, Ahriman. The sky was a hazy orange due to the setting sun and the sounds of arctic wildlife filled the air. The mercenary base of Nicky McCloud and Wolf O'Donnell stuck out like a sore thumb. It had been eight years since the thwarted Venomian invasion. Ever since his sorrowing defeat to Fox McCloud on Venom's surface, he had gone into seclusion. His wife, Nicky, was Fox's younger sister. They had met when Nicky was just fifteen years old and had got together as a couple only two years afterwards. They were content on living out life the only way they knew how. By being bandits. The pair often took part in raids among lone unarmed Phoenix freighters, as they were the easiest to attack. Often they would get power cells or the latest manufacturer's line of weapons. On rare occasions, they would even come across the latest computers.

            The base they lived on was constructed well before the doomed Venomian invasion. Very few people knew about it. And those that did know would never be able to find it thanks to the advanced cloaking device it had. Besides the periodic raids that the pair of lovers took part in, and general upkeep of their small base, they had a large amount of free time. Wolf had recently upgraded his Wolfen arsenal with a new untested ship. Nicky, subdued as she usually was, for a change was all excited about it.

            The life of this vixen had been a wild ride. A ward of the government after her parents death, Nicky was planted at the main command base on Corneria. That lifestyle resulted in some mixed results. She was raped at the tender age of six by an old Cornerian officer by the name of Jio Thitch, who was promptly discharged and jailed in the stockade. From there she attended military school for the next seven years until her older brother, Fox, had recruited her for his StarFox team. The failed Venomian invasion happened when she was twelve, at least a year before she graduated from her schooling. At fourteen, she was the runt of the StarFox group. Looking for love, she had a boyfriend. He was a flyboy. A lieutenant in the Cornerian Air Force, Josh "Merlin" Roberts would be the first person to provide love and guidance in her life. The relationship lasted for four months and ended on a sour note when Katt Monroe seduced him. She would find some kind of relief after her brief love. At the tender age of fifteen, she became casual sex buddies with Falco for a year. He filled her up right, but failed to get Nicky off to her satisfaction. He was a good fuck by her standards, though. The casual screwing came to an abrupt end nearly a year after it began when she fled StarFox headquarters. She had met up with Wolf O'Donnell at a bar and from there the two developed a strong bond, living together ever since. Nicky was in the prime of her life. All be it on the wrong side of the tracks.

            Nicky fiddled with the bottle of pills in her sex toy drawer. It was the one of the few places Wolf left alone. She had gotten them from a dealer on Zoness's secluded black-market. The rhino she got them from promised her many happy returns in bed. Normally, the vixen wouldn't take any Cornerian-produced sexual aides, but she wanted the best chance possible of getting pregnant. Wolf had a new toy to play with in the hangar bay and she was intent on giving it a good christening. Even during the process she put one in the oven. Nicky downed the recommended the dosage of three cherry flavored chewable tablets and tended to her outfit.

            Tonight Nicky wore a skimpy outfit. Practically nothing, as she didn't intend to keep them on long. All she had on was a bra covering her generous C cupped tits and a pair of purple silk panties. The vixen had to hurry if she was going to catch her stud. Wolf was set on giving the new fighter a test run. Nicky resealed the bottle and shoved in back in her private drawer. With a look in the mirror at herself, imagining herself at nine months, she let out a giggle and scurried out the door, hoping to catch Wolf before he made it to the hangar bay.

            Wolf walked down the cramped corridor towards the hangar bay. He was happy about his new acquisition. He had gotten it from the last unescorted Phoenix freighter he raided.

            "Where'd you get it from?" Nicky asked. She walked down the corridor leading to the hangar bay following the wolf.

            "Here... and there..." Wolf teased.

            "I pop out a pair of kids for you and you still do that!" Nicky mock-growled. The pair turned around a corner, about thirty meters from the main entrance to the hangar bay.

            "Two was never enough with you. And even now you still insist on more!" Wolf grunted. Nicky stayed with her original line of questioning.

            "Well if you won't tell me where you got it from, will you tell me if its cockpit is big enough for both of us?" she reasoned.

            "If you must know, yes. Why?" Wolf winced, stopping at the archway of the hangar and fiddling with the blast door's control pad.

            "Because I'm in one of my moods. And on top of that horny," Nicky squealed. Wolf sighed. He couldn't stand to see Nicky so giddy. The vixen only got like this when she wanted something. Wolf finished entering his code into the panel and the doors opened. The new Wolfen fighter stared Nicky right in the face. Nicky went wide-eyed. "It's........erm, new?"

            The Wolfen II was exactly the same as its predecessor. The only identifiable difference being two more sets of wings on the fuselage. "As far as I can tell. It flies really well," Wolf huffed, wrapping an arm around the vixen.

            "Who makes it?" Nicky asked. The hangar bay blast doors closed behind them and resealed.

            "I'm guessing the same people as the Wolfen II," Wolf shrugged. His ears swiveled about.

            "Show me the cockpit!" Nicky squealed. She was in one of her moods. Wolf rolled his one eye and sighed. An even more hyper vixen was just what he didn't need.

            "If you insist, hot stuff," Wolf mewled. Wolf walked towards the fighter and initiated the command to open the cockpit from his wrist console. The cockpit was about twenty feet off from the bay floor. A cool hiss sounded and the pitch black tinted cockpit door popped open. Wolf climbed up the rolling staircase that was beside the fighter and plopped down in the easy chair of a pilot's seat.

            "Hey! What about me?!" Nicky growled. Wolf peered down at his wife and gave her a teasing smirk.

            "Don't let me stop you. It's quite roomy up here for a one-fur fighter. More than enough room for two," Wolf cackled.

            "Don't make me come up... grrr." Nicky growled playfully. She darted up the rolling staircase after her wolf. Triumphantly reaching the top, Nicky found a place right between the controls and Wolf's lap. Wolf grinned at the position he had put his wife in.

            "You know, I could get very used to you in this position," Wolf chuckled. "You know I like it when I'm in charge."

            "I'll take you up on that," Nicky shivered in arousal. Her silk panties were now soaked in her musk. The sensual aroma filled Wolf's nose.

            "Mmmm... You're in a very good mood," Wolf smiled. He reached over behind Nicky's back and undid the vixen's restraining bra.

            "My wolf knows what he wants," Nicky stated submissively. 'And I know what you want,' he thought. Wolf knew what she wanted. And he wasn't going to stand in her way this time.

            Nicky groaned. The new cockpit, though roomy, still seemed cramped in some aspects. All of her clothes were off now. The only work Wolf did was sit back in his chair, unzip his fly, and wait for his thick cock to emerge into prominence. "I knew I could 'convince' you to get in the mood," Nicky smirked.

            "Anything for you, my dear," he muttered. But who could resist a vixen in heat? Nicky got on her knees and pushed her ass out onto the deactivated controls. In one solid swoop, her muzzle enveloped Wolf's tasty foot long sub. Wolf eased his head back into the velvet head rest and took in the sensations. Nicky rasped her tongue around the swollen cock head, circling it and running down towards the base. Her efforts, though not at it long, were rewarded. Nicky closed her lips around the hard lupine meat and swallowed the several spurts of pre that were offered to her. Wolf wrapped his legs around his vixen's upper body. His right paw found its way to the back of Nicky's head and forced her nose down into his hips. A soft "mmmmmmmmmmph" was all that could be heard from inside the soundproofed cockpit.

            "Unnnngh...you still have it. Even after all...mmmph, these years...." Wolf groaned, his one remaining eye clenched shut. Nicky's ears were laid back. The vixen was lost in her pleasuring of her husband. She suckled on the wolf's rod, deep-throating it as best she could. Having a gag reflex, giving service to her lupe was never a problem. Wolf's grip on the back of Nicky's head eased up. He took her by the scruff of the neck and lifted her mouth up off his thick shaft. "If you're so intent on getting pregnant again, now's your chance."

            All Nicky could do was nod. She fiddled around in the cockpit until the vixen was able to straddle Wolf's lap. Nicky sank down slowly, always needing time to accustom herself to the well prominent species barrier that hung between Wolf's legs. The vixen braced her paws on the cockpit's windshield. She groaned and whimpered, bearing down on the lupine's pride as best she could. Nicky breathed hard, her vaginal walls eagerly clamping and releasing on the slick cock.

            Wolf just watched his vixen push herself down in his lap. He smirked. His wife always did enjoy a good squeeze. "Ungh. Mmmmmph," groaned Nicky. She was beside herself. Slowly, the impaled vixen began her motions. Her ample chest heaved into Wolf's face, slightly smothering him. Nicky so elegantly worked her skilled lap dance. Wolf let out a low growl from within Nicky's cleavage. He preferred this way, even after all these years. He didn't have to do a scintilla of work. Ever. All Wolf had to do was sit back and enjoy the show. Nicky hissed, riding on the wolf's rigid boner as best she could. She felt Wolf's paws gingerly grip her hips. The vixen was close to a climax.

            "Mnnnnnnph, you were always so good at this," Wolf growled. He groaned as Nicky worked her inner hand around his massive length. The vixen was milking it for all she could, even if she was only getting pre. Wolf's grip on Nicky's hips tightened. Her careful motions faded away and were replaced by her lover's forceful guidance. Wolf always got what he wanted.

            "Unngh..." Nicky whimpered, unable to get out what she really wanted to say. Pawfulls of thoughts raced through Nicky's mind. Her pregnancy. Her hour long daily fuck sessions with Falco. Vivid memories of her rape. The twins in the nursery... The soon addition of more... Her climax hit like a MacBeth war train. Nicky's screams filled the air tight cockpit. Wolf SHOVED Nicky's orgasming body as far down into his lap as he could. The vixen's engorged clit drug along the top of Wolf's cock during the slow and painful descent until she was fully sitting in the lupine's lap. She cried out again in a heavy mixture of pain and pleasure.

            "That's it," Wolf growled. Nicky's unusually heavy coating of sexual juices drained out her stretched cunt and onto Wolf's crotch. From there, it pooled onto the lush seat. "Give it to your master..."

            O'Donnell's knot began to swell within the confines of the vixen's spread legs. Nicky cried out again, this time in pleasure as she was being stretched to her limits. She was well off into her third series of climaxes. Wolf filled his lover's tunnel with his loads of fertile seed. Nicky screamed again, firmly bonded to Wolf's lap. Wave number four hit. The pills she took earlier certainly were working. The vixen was completely lost in an orgasming mess that had planted itself on Wolf's rigid cock. Her inner paw seized the lupine meat beneath her, grabbing it fiercely. Rich seed pooled in Nicky's slit, the knot bonding them together. Ever so slowly, the orgasming vixen came down from her pleasureful high.

            Heavy breathing resonated through the emptiness of the cockpit. Nicky whimpered, stuck to her lupine lover. Wolf sank back in the comfortable seat and pawed at Nicky's tits softly. Silence would be all that would fill the air tight enclosure before one of them broke the silence. "So," Nicky panted. "Where do we go from here?"

            "Well, that depends. You know how long this usually takes. Why? You need to go somewhere?" Wolf quipped. Nicky reached forward to hug Wolf as best she could.

            "Absolutely nowhere, Wolfy, absolutely nowhere," Nicky purred. The pair of lovers stayed put in the cockpit for what seemed like ages. Was Nicky pregnant? Only time would tell. And time slowly passed by both of them as they drifted to sleep, bonded to each other. Bonded for life.