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, shocking Fox to his core. Falco, the tsundere he is, gets embarrassed but tries to hang on to his bravado for dear life. He climbs the bed and holds Fox’s hand with his wing, asking if he’s ready. Fox asks if he’s sure and Falco nods. Fox tries to kiss Falco’s beak. They get into a 69 position, with Falco in still his bunny-girl costume and Fox naked. Falco’s blue feathers puff up and he starts speaking Italian. Fox can’t understand Falco’s Italian and think it’s alien language. As they continue, Falco starts slowly wiggling out of the bunny costume, leaving only the bunny ears and thigh highs.
The rain lashed against the viewport of Fox McCloud’s apartment, a furious symphony accompanying the credits of the latest action-packed space opera. Falco Lombardi, perched on the edge of the plush sofa, stretched languidly. “Not bad,” he conceded, cracking his knuckles. “Though that space kraken could have used a bit more… oomph.”
Fox chuckled, gathering the discarded laserdisc case. “The storm’s a real howler tonight, Falco. Probably best you stay over.”
Falco shrugged, a charmingly nonchalant gesture. “Fine by me. Wouldn’t want to get my feathers soaked.”
The apartment, a surprisingly cozy bachelor pad for a starfighter pilot, was already dim. As Fox led Falco to his bedroom, a nervous flutter stirred in Falco’s chest. He hadn’t anticipated this – the quiet intimacy of the dimly lit room, the way Fox’s scent seemed to amplify in the closeness.
Once inside, Falco cleared his throat. “Uh, Fox… I’m gonna go shower. And… get ready for a surprise.” He shot Fox a sideways glance, a flicker of something akin to shyness in his usually cocky eyes.
Fox, brow furrowed in mild confusion, simply nodded. He watched Falco disappear into the en-suite, a strange warmth spreading through him. He undressed, the quiet rustle of fabric the only sound in the room. He lay on the bed, hands clasped behind his head, trying to decipher what kind of surprise Falco could have in store.
The shower ceased. The bedroom door creaked open, and Falco emerged. Fox’s jaw dropped. Falco wore a surprisingly well-fitting bunny-girl costume – albeit a modified version. Instead of a tail, his own vibrant blue tail feathers fanned out behind him, a startling contrast to the pink satin. The ears, perched jauntily atop his head, were the only overtly bunny-like features.
A blush crept onto Falco’s cheeks, spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. He stumbled towards the bed, his usual swagger replaced by a hesitant grace. “So… uh… ready?” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. He extended a wing, his talons gently caressing Fox’s hand.
Fox, still reeling from the unexpected sight, managed a shaky, “Are you… sure about this, Falco?”
Falco nodded, his blue feathers puffing slightly. Before Fox could fully process his reaction, Fox leaned in, aiming for a kiss on Falco’s beak.
The kiss was tentative at first, then deepened into something passionate and surprisingly tender. Then, with a boldness that surprised even himself, Fox initiated a position that left them both breathless, their bodies intertwined. Falco, still in his partially-discarded costume – the bunny ears and thigh highs clinging on like desperate souvenirs – gasped. His blue feathers ruffled further, as he began speaking rapidly in Italian, a torrent of words pouring from him.
Fox, utterly bewildered, could only stare. “What…what language is that? Is that… alien?”
As their passion intensified, Falco, seemingly spurred on by the unintelligibility of his words, began to wriggle out of the rest of the costume, leaving only the ears and thigh highs, the pink satin a stark contrast against his smooth blue skin. The exotic mix of his passionate Italian murmurs and the increasingly intimate physicality of the moment felt profoundly alien, yet intensely exhilarating. Fox felt a thrill course through him, a feeling as thrilling as any space battle he’d ever been in. The night was far from over.
