Falco Lombardi comes over to Fox McCloud’s apartm
Falco Lombardi comes over to Fox McCloud’s apartment to watch a movie. After the movie, Fox tells Falco to spent the night with him since there’s a storm. When they get to Fox’s bedroom, Falco asks Fox to undress while he takes a shower and gets ready for a surprise. The orange vulpine is confused but does along. He gets undressed and waits for Falco in his bedroom. The blue pheasant returns, wearing a bunny-girl costume, minus the cotton tail, with his own blue tail feathers taking its place.
The holographic rain lashed against the panoramic viewport of Fox McCloud’s apartment, mirroring the tempest brewing outside. Inside, the faint glow of the datapad illuminated Falco Lombardi’s sharp features as he leaned back, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. The credits rolled on the latest Corneria Blockbuster, a space opera so bad it was good.
“So,” Falco drawled, stretching languidly, “that was… something.”
Fox chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “Yeah, well, at least the special effects were decent for a low-budget production.” He gestured towards the viewport. “Looks like we’re stuck here for the night. Storm’s a real doozy.”
Falco grinned, a glint of mischief in his eye. “Stuck, huh? Sounds like a perfect opportunity for… enhanced bonding.”
Fox raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Enhanced how?”
“You’ll see.” Falco winked.
Later, after a heated game of space-chess (which Falco, predictably, won), Fox found himself standing in his sparsely furnished bedroom, feeling oddly…exposed. Falco had insisted on a shower first. “Just… wait for me here, okay? I’ve got a surprise.” He’d said, leaving Fox to wonder what manner of surprise one could possibly have after a cheesy space opera and a competitive game of chess.
Fox shrugged, a nervous energy buzzing beneath his skin. He hadn’t anticipated this… development. He began to undress, the dim light highlighting the musculature he’d honed piloting his Arwing. He felt strangely vulnerable, naked and exposed in the soft light.
The bathroom door hissed open, and Falco emerged. Fox’s breath hitched. Instead of his usual flight suit, Falco wore… a bunny-girl costume. It was a surprisingly well-tailored ensemble, in shades of deep blue and midnight black, the ears perched jauntily atop his head. The only deviation from the expected design: his own brilliant blue tail feathers sprouted from beneath the short, silky skirt instead of a cottontail. The sight was both unexpected and undeniably… adorable. The serious, almost intimidating Falco was replaced by something… playful.
Fox stared, speechless. His jaw hung slack. Falco, catching his expression, let out a low chuckle, a sound far more seductive than his usual gruff tones.
“Surprise?” Falco asked, a sly smirk playing on his lips. He took a tentative step closer, the blue of his costume a stark contrast to Fox’s tanned skin.
Fox, still reeling from the unexpected visual, finally found his voice. It came out as a breathy whisper. “What… what is this?”
Falco’s smile widened. “Consider it… a thank you for putting up with my questionable movie taste, and for letting me crash during this… unexpectedly romantic storm.” He approached, stopping just inches away. “And maybe… a little something extra for the future.” He leaned in, his eyes locking with Fox’s. “Are you ready for your own surprise?”
The storm raged outside, but inside Fox’s apartment, a different kind of tempest was brewing. A tempest of unexpected feelings, sparked by a blue pheasant in a bunny-girl costume and a shared love for terrible space operas. And as Falco leaned in even closer, Fox knew one thing for certain: this night was far from over.
