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[b][u][center]The Lylat Wars: XXX

Part 9

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“And for just one night, sir?” the puma clerk behind the desk asked.

“Yes, one night’ll be fine.” Peppy chuckled. “Doubt we’re gonna be spending more than that planetside. Least, I hope not.”

“Well, let me comp that for your service, sir,” the feline said, tapping the keyboard behind the desk. “And I think that I might be able to add a little bit of room service on that, too, if you’d like?”

“Ain’t gotta do that for me, sonny, but if you want to, I won’t say no.”

“Well, sir, you were part of saving our collective asses, heh. We wouldn’t have the city in one piece if it wasn’t for you and the rest of your team.”

“True enough…”

Peppy couldn’t help but look skywards, though there was a ceiling between him and the heavens now. He doubted that there would be much peace for the next few months. The idea of a quick war had gone out the window the moment they’d come out of orbit over Corneria and seen the size of Andross’s fleets. Despite the damage that they’d done to the attack force, the rabbit knew better than to think that would be all of it.

[i]Man’s crazy, but he’s not an idiot,[/i] he thought, imagining the planet Venom all the way off on the other side of the galaxy. [i]He’s got other ships, other fleets. Might have made a dent, but they’re ready for us now. Ain’t gonna be so easy on the missions ahead.[/i]

“Sir?”

“Sorry, sonny, lost in thought, heh.”

Peppy brought his head back down and took the keycard being offered to him, tucking it into his pocket. The puma offered him a credit chip, too, and he sighed before taking it.

“Look, you didn’t have to.”

“We wanted to, sir. Any Academy pilot is going to get the same tonight.”

“Just don’t go too far, hmm? No telling how long the war’s gonna last, and you gotta make a living, too.”

“Yes, sir. I hope you have a good night, and thank you again.”

Knowing that there was no getting through to the young’un, Peppy smiled and turned on his heel. A hundred others were waiting for rooms, refugees that had been slowly coming in from the outer parts of the huge city that hadn’t been under the shield, and he knew that they’d be having a harder time getting a place. Almost made him feel guilty about not using the Great Fox for a sleep tonight, but he needed some time off the ship. And the lobby would be good enough to fit anyone that didn’t get in a room themselves.

[i]Better than being dead, that’s for sure.[/i]

Not that some of them would see it that way. He’d seen a few refugees that looked better-dressed than some of the officers at their finest, and he knew that they’d complain to all that would listen about the ‘poor accommodations’ and demand something better. They could suck his fumes, far as he was concerned. War-time meant getting used to some hard truths.

Peppy took the lift up to the fourth floor and got out. No suite, thankfully; he’d been able to talk the kid out of giving him one of those. Just a regular room, one with a window view out over the city, and with unlimited data connection. That was all he needed for a good night, as far as he was concerned.

As he stepped inside and was greeted with the city view, Peppy took a moment to just soak it in. The many lights and far-flung windows and speeding headlamps of the vehicles moving about were as bright and varied as the star-lights when they were in space, though considerably louder. The rabbit chuckled as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him before slowly shucking off his jacket.

“Ugh…not as young as I used to be…”

The rabbit shook his head as his back cracked and his shoulders popped as he pulled the jacket off and hung it by the door. The boots followed, leaving him a little cooler with his extremities uncovered, and he shuffled along to the couch. As he sat down, he let out a long, slow groan of satisfaction. Getting off his feet and not being inside a cockpit meant the world for someone of his experience.

As he got comfortable, it was inevitable that his thoughts turned toward the fight. The rabbit could feel the memories of the last battle pushing up in the back of his head, and much as he would have liked to just have a night between him and the war, he knew better than to think it’d be that easy. He sighed, letting it happen.

The world faded away. The comfortable red leather couch disappeared, and the soft carpet hardened into the steel floor of the cockpit. The shimmering lights in the distance turned into flickering lasers and plasma, bouncing off the spinning wings of his fighter, and Peppy just…rode the memory.

Juke.

Twist.

Rise.

Fall.

Pull the trigger.

The hare closed his eyes, focusing on his breath as the memories washed over him. There it was again, the sight of yellow and gray and black. Explosions, again and again, fighter pilots dying. Not his side, but pilots nonetheless, obliterated in instants as he pulled the trigger.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Flying through the smoke, seeing the splatter of something on the window. He chose not to think about it. If he thought about it, he would keep thinking about it.

Flying.

Soaring.

Fighting.

As he flew through the battle, he was able to fly through the memory, and he slowly opened his eyes and came back to himself. The rabbit forced himself to take another breath and exhale, holding it at the end, as if he could keep his head empty for as long as his lungs stayed the same. It worked, at least for a bit, and he shook his head as he let himself breathe again.

“The kids don’t know what’s coming,” he muttered under his breath as he tugged a footrest over, crossing his legs at the ankles and folding his hands over his lap. “All this fuss here ain’t nothing compared to what’s still out there.”

Because he’d seen it.

He remembered.

Those memories were harder, and Peppy’s fingers hurt as he clenched his hands together as he remembered [i]that[/i] fleet. Big, swarming, powerful beyond anything that they’d seen here, the fleet orbiting Venom had been like an angry hive, one that was hundreds of swarms strong. The fighter-craft had seemed infinite, and the skies were alive with lasers and plasma bolts, so many at once that it was impossible to find a way through. Blast after blast after blast, burning out the black between stars until it was blinding.

He still didn’t know how he and James had managed to get that far. It was a miracle that they’d gotten as far as they did together, before James…before James…

Peppy slowly lifted his hand to his eyes. His shoulders shook, once, twice, before he slowly pulled his hand down. Tears stained his palm, and he stared at them before chuckling.

“Not done yet, I guess,” he said, wiping his hand on his stomach. “Still got a few tears left for you, buddy…”

There was no point in dwelling on it, though. Ain’t much point in trying to force it or hold it back, honestly. If it was going to come, it would come. The only thing he could do was be ready for it when it happened, and let it happen in its own time.

For now, though.

Peppy reached for the hotel phone on the side table. He barely had to tap the button before someone answered on the other end.

“[i]Room service speaking, how can I help you?[/i]”

“Uh, yeah, hon. Could I get you to send me two beers and a bowl of whatever soup you got going tonight?”

“[i]Of course. Anything else?[/i]”

“Nah, that’ll be good for me.”

“[i]No problem. That will be up to you in five minutes.[/i]”

“Thanks a lot.”

He hung up, and he folded his hands over his stomach, tapping them along the slight bulge that his guts had developed over the years.

[i]Another night…Heh…[/i]

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Peppy sipped the first beer for a while, going through his soup until it reached the bottom of the bowl. It was just a vegetable and lentil dish, though well-enough made, and once more, the rabbit found himself thinking of what war would bring.

[i]If we move fast enough, hit hard enough, we can keep Andross from cutting more supply lines and keep trade open between Corneria and the other bordering worlds…[/i]

That said, it was going to be a trick and a half to pull that off. The species that were more used to the heartier stuff would find themselves tightening their belts further and further the longer that the war went on, and he could all too easily imagine the soup at the bottom of the bowl becoming a luxury to some.

It was a grim thought.

Putting the bowl and the first beer to the side, Peppy sighed. He’d been hoping to avoid those grim thoughts by not being around the war for a little while. The hotel was far from the blast zones, it was in a part of the city where there was less damage that could be seen in the distance, and he had even made sure to keep the news off. It should have been enough to keep the day’s events at least at arm’s length.

But they kept coming back, and when they did, they hit hard.

[i]Falco running off on his own and almost getting shot down,[/i] Peppy thought, imagining the bird’s ship rattling from one shot after another pinging off the hull. [i]And Fox with that death wish of his, almost getting himself killed in that swarm…[/i]

Their first mission, and the idiots were already trying to get themselves killed. The kids thought that they were the best in the galaxy, and he wasn’t gonna lie, they had potential. They had serious potential, even Slippy, for all that the frog kept making some basic mistakes on the training field. But they were still kids, and they didn’t have the experience for some of the stuff they were trying to pull.

[i]They don’t know what they’re doing, and they think they do.[/i]

There were few more dangerous situations for a soldier to be in. Peppy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was going to be exhausted before this war was over trying to keep them alive.

“Well, this beer ain’t doing anything,” he muttered, looking at the empty bottle. “And just sitting here isn’t helping. Might as well call a friend.”

It had been a while since he’d gotten in touch with Marvin, after all. Might as well take the free night and see what the old hound had been up to.

Of course, getting the screen on the wall set up for a call across the system wasn’t exactly an easy task, but Slippy wasn’t the only one that knew how to work with electronics. It wasn’t as simple as the ones that he was used to jury-rigging planet-side, but he knew enough from his time as a soldier to know how to make a comm system work. A little bit of an antennae to get it to reach past the system, something to ping the Great Fox so that he could relay it off that, and bingo, he had an inter-planetary communicator.

He sat back on the couch, picking up the remote. It was more of a small keyboard these days, and he laid it over his lap. When the screen asked him who he wanted to call, he gave it a number. It insisted that the number was wrong – considering that the system was only made to dial planetside, he wasn’t surprised – but he told it to run the number anyway.

The screen went a deep blue as it hummed, processing the call. Peppy reached for the other beer, putting it against his thigh as he crossed one leg over the other. The hum of the call going on continued for another minute, then another –

“Christ, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, hold on.”

[i]Looks like Marvin left it off the hook again,[/i] Peppy thought, smiling ruefully. [i]Some habits never change.[/i]

“Hello? Hello, who the hell is this? You got the wrong number, I tell ya, and if you don’t tell me what you want right now, I’m gonna –”

“Sounds like the hound isn’t in the mood for a chase anymore,” Peppy said. “Why are you sleeping when you could be yapping?”

“That Peppy?”

“Sure is.”

“Well, damn. Didn’t think I’d be hearing from you anytime soon. Here, lemme get the video part of this thing going. Fuck, where’d I put the camera…”

Peppy just smiled. There weren’t many people who could delay him like this and he’d still put up with them, but Marvin was an exception. The old wolfhound had been one of his instructors back in the day when he’d gone to the Academy, and though the old man had retired nearly a decade ago – early retirement, something about having seen enough kids go to war and not come back – they were close friends.

And considering that the wolfhound was terrifying in a dog-fight and everyone wanted to go recruiting him, he’d gone hiding off in the ass-end of nowhere on some junker space station that had just enough room for himself, his old instructor craft, and a few other bits and bobs. Where that happened to be, Peppy had no idea; when Marvin didn’t want to be found, nobody could sniff the old dog out. That phone number was all he had, and he was careful not to push his luck and call too often.

Click.

The picture was grainy as hell when it came on, but at least he could finally see his old friend. Peppy was pushing forty-three, but Marvin was nearly fifty. Not that much older than him, he supposed, but when you were in the military, every year felt like at least three, if not more.

The wolfhound sat down in a dressing robe, pulling it closed and wrapping it tight over his gray fur. He grunted as he got comfortable in an old-style armchair, a bottle at one side of it that looked empty, and another in his hand that was half-full.

“Been drinking?” Peppy asked.

“Heh, don’t get on my case, kid. Besides, I see one by your leg, too.”

“Mine’s just a beer, heh. Gotta fly tomorrow, so I can’t afford anything stronger.”

“All the more reason to retire,” Marvin said, shaking his head. “But…yeah, you don’t have the same options, do ya?”

“Not really.”

“I heard about James. I’m sorry, Peppy; wish you’d called me.”

“…I was alright,” the rabbit said. “I’m not good, but I was alright. And I’m getting better.”

“Yeah? You holding up okay?”

“Better than the new team is. Ho, boy.”

“Team? Hold your horses, there, Pep. You ain’t talked with me since before you and James went on that last mission. You better catch me up to speed.”

“Heh, fair ‘nuff.”

He settled in and rattled off a brief summary of the last two years. As he covered how he and Fox had built the new team, and described what Slippy and Falco were like, Peppy couldn’t help but fall back into more memories. They just came so easily when he was out of the cockpit, the lush richness of a longer life just meaning that there was more to think about, and more to feel.

And despite every bit of irritation that he had for the young idiots, he couldn’t help but smile as he thought about some of their accomplishments.

“They ain’t there yet, Marvin, but they’re trying. They’re trying so hard. Slippy, he’s the mechanic, you see. He’s got this thought about how to fix the Arwings so that they get a boost to the shields while they’re in lower atmosphere. Power converter that takes some of the wind thrust or something like that. I don’t know how it works, but the kid’s a genius, [i]and[/i] he can fly, [i]and[/i] he can track people like no tomorrow. I don’t know how he does it.

“And Falco? Kid’s from the wrong side of the tracks, and I thought he’d be out in less than a week with some real discipline, but the way that he just stares at me? I remember staring at you in the same way. That same [i]spite.[/i]”

“Heh, you wanted to rip my throat out more days than not,” Marvin said, chuckling to himself as he cradled his bottle against his chest. “Pushed ya hard, didn’t it?”

“Pushes him hard, too. He’s not as good as he thinks he is, but – and never tell him I said this – he’d ace the flight exams if he took them now.”

“He’s that good?”

“He’s better. The only reason he got hit today was because he got cocky. If he’s got his head in the right place, I can only think of two people that could shoot him down.”

“Guessing one of ‘em’s that wonder-kid of yours? James’s son?”

“Yeah…”

Peppy shook his head. He’d forgotten when he’d opened the second beer, but it was half-gone now. Half-gone, half-consumed. He shrugged and downed another mouthful.

“James was the best pilot I ever flew with. Had a way of seeing just where to be in the sky, like he was never born on the ground to begin with. He just…knew. Tiniest little touch of the stick, and he’d dodge every shot sent his way. Never understood how he did it, but I was lucky to know him. Lucky…lucky to have been with him…”

He closed his eyes, two long tears running out of the corners of his eyes. There it was. The little bit of grief that he needed. He sighed as he remembered his old friend’s face, his voice, and everything else that had been part of having James in his life. It was as potent as everything else…

And then it was gone. He lifted his bottle in a silent toast, then put it to the side.

“Anyway…Fox isn’t as good, but he’s getting there. He’s got the instinct. He’s just gotta keep up with the training, and he’ll get there one day.”

“Sounds like you’re doing the right thing by these kids.”

“I’m trying. I’m trying. And they’re trying me.”

“Heh, that’s the way that kids treat everyone, Peppy.”

“Don’t I know it,” the rabbit muttered, rubbing his face. “You ever find a way to get it through peoples’ heads that you know what you’re talking about?”

“Yeah. There’s a way.”

“What’s that?”

“Get into a fight and win.”

“Heh, not sure that I could do that, these days,” Peppy said, gesturing at his face. “Got more gray on me than you did when you retired.”

“Sonny, you try and pull that one on me, I’ll take this robe off and remind you that I got more gray than you’ll ever get.”

They laughed, and Peppy shook his head. Wouldn’t have been the first time that he’d seen his instructor without anything on. Probably wouldn’t be the last, either, considering the way that Marvin was keeping in good shape.

[i]Heh, what a difference twenty years makes,[/i] he thought. [i]Back then, seven years older than me seemed like a whole different generation. These days…[/i]

These days, he was closer to Marvin than he was to his own team. Twenty-plus years between him, Falco, Fox, and Slippy, and only seven years between him and Marvin. They were painfully close these days, and he wouldn’t trade that for the world.

“So, you just call me up to yap?” Marvin asked.

“For a distraction, I guess. Just got through another fight, and, heh, you know how it is.”

“The memories?”

Peppy nodded.

“Yeah…yeah, I get that,” the wolfhound said, shaking his head as he looked at the bottle. “Lemme tell ya one thing. These things?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Don’t do shit.”

“Heh…guess not.”

“You wanna yap, we can keep yapping. Been long enough since I heard from ya that just about anything’s gonna be interesting, heh. But if you wanna get a real distraction, well…you could always start with giving me a reason to keep this call on video.”

“…Horndog,” Peppy said.

“Hey, been that way since I was an instructor. Ain’t going to be changing now. You can’t make an old dog forget a trick.”

“Guess not.”

That had been a surprise, way back when. One of those days when he’d gone in the shower after practice, and Marvin had come in after. The pair of them got into an argument about a maneuver that Peppy had pulled that Marvin claimed violated some rule or other, and one thing led to another. He threw a punch, Marvin dodged, pinned him to a wall, and since they were both naked…

Well, it became a thing. And that thing led to other things.

[i]And it was the only time I was on the bottom, too,[/i] Peppy thought with a small smirk at the memory.

“Well, if the hound wants a reminder of what the rabbit’s got between his legs, who am I to say no?”

“Heh, if you did, I’d be pissed.”

“You’re all the way on the other side of the galaxy.”

“And I still got my ship. I’d find my way out there and teach you a lesson, Peppy.”

“And then you’d get back to sucking my dick, I bet.”

“While pinning you to the floor. You bet I would.”

It was enough to get him to start throbbing a bit between his legs, and Peppy reached down and unzipped. Marvin didn’t do much, just sat up a little straighter in his chair, but that was enough for the rabbit. He knew that he had a captive audience now, and he grinned as he played it up just a little bit.

He was chubbier than he used to be, but he still had the strength in his legs as he rolled his pants down past his ankles. His briefs were pulled tight, his cock angling off to the side a little bit, and he pulled at the waistband just a little, showing off the heft of his package, the little sweat stain along his balls, and the little growing dark spot at the tip of the bulge.

“Remember that?” he said, jostling his cock up and down a bit. “Remember how that smelled when you got your nose pressed in right between the shaft and sac?”

“Oh, I remember, Pep. I remember that real well.”

“Yeah, I remember you just huffing that up after some sessions. Pinning me against the wall and just dragging your nose up and down that bulge. Wouldn’t even let me take off my underwear for the first ten minutes, sometimes. Sure you’re not a cockhound instead of a wolfhound?”

“Heh, what can I say? There’s a scent that gets me, and that’s it.”

“Yeah, heh. I noticed.”

He played with his underwear, rubbing his cock through the tight white fabric, teasing the head a bit through it before pulling his hand back down. The more that he touched it, the harder he got, and the more that he groaned from the pure pleasure of playing with himself.

Tug.

Tease.

Stroke.

Soon, there was a little bubbling mess at the end of the tent he was pitching, and his cock had shifted from lying over his hip to pointing at the camera. He spread his legs a bit further, curling his toes, and the wolfhound groaned.

“Heh, damn. That’s still a hot look for you.”

“Yeah? Whatcha thinking? Balls? Cock? Feet?”

“Heh, I’d be dragging my nose all over ya. Getting used to all those smells and tastes again before I got around to letting you touch me. Gotta give me the respect I’m due, right?”

“Bet you’d be jerking it harder than me before I got around to getting what I wanted.”

“Kid, you were jerking it when I had my tongue under your tail in the showers. You’re just lucky that you had a rabbit’s stamina and could go more than once.”

Peppy chuckled as he slowly pulled the waistband of his underwear down, slowly fishing his dick out. The soft hiss and groan from the TV told him that his old friend still loved the view, and he rubbed his fingers down his shaft, teasing the cut thing and showing it off from side to side. He slapped it from one palm to the other, making it throb all the harder, a little vein starting to pop along one side.

“Fuuuuuck, I forgot how good that looks.”

“Heh, you want a closer look?”

“You fucking know it.”

Peppy got to his feet, leaving his briefs and his pants behind as he walked over to the camera. He stood with his hands over his head, slowly turning from one side to the other to give it a better look. Marvin was leaning closer and closer on his end, almost looking like he was going to fall out of his chair at the show.

“Mmmph, damn. I bet you that you’re all kinds of worked up right now.”

“Been in a flight suit all day.”

“Just the way I love it. Come on. Grab that stick and lean a little closer. Give it a few strokes – thaaaat’s it…”

The rabbit groaned. He was more worked up than he thought as he started oozing pre-cum from the first few strokes. He could [i]feel[/i] it bubbling up his cock, oozing from the tip and running down around the head. It was slick, wet, and shiny, and he humped his hand once, twice, three times before he managed to get some control over himself.

“Hehehe, looks like you still got that humping instinct. I remember the last time I raised my tail for you and you went to town.”

“Mmmph…you couldn’t walk straight the next day.”

“Yeah, and that was embarrassing as hell, going up to get my service award while still limping along.”

“Heh…mmmph…Hey, at least you could - mmph - look like you needed to retire after that. Can’t have an instructor - ah - limping around, eh…”

“Heh, you know it. Now, stop talking and just…hump your hand a bit…fuck, that’s a nice drippy dick…”

Peppy was more than happy to oblige. Moving to give the camera a profile shot, the rabbit kept thrusting along, humping his hand like it was some nice piece of cake. In, out, in, out, thrusting between his fingers and leaving more and more lines of cock-slime along his digits, the rabbit humped along. He thrust faster and faster, huffing under his breath as he closed his eyes, having to hold onto the wall with one hand as his balls swung beneath his hand.

“Mmm, fuck. You’re breeding someone in your head, ain’t ya?”

“Mmmph…”

“One of the lucky guys on the team?”

“Nnngh…all of ‘em…”

“All of ‘em, huh? Man, you got some ambitions there, Pep.”

“Mmmph…And a lot…mmmph…”

“Don’t gotta talk. I get it. Grope those balls for me…”

Another thing that he was more than happy to do. He grunted as he reached down and fondled his orbs, giving them a little tug before letting them come back up. Oh, they were full, and wet. He could feel just how damp the fur had gotten down there, and it was going to leave the room reeking of sweat and musk by the time he was done tonight. Now that he’d gotten started, he doubted one was going to be enough.

Hump, squeeze.

Hump, squeeze.

Hump, squeeze.

He couldn’t stop himself as he huffed, hearing the soft grunts from the screen as Marvin got into it, too. He could just make out the sight of the wolfhound pulling his own cock out from behind his robe. A respectable seven inches, a nice knot at the base, throbbing just as keenly as Peppy was, but not quite so drippy.

“Fuck yes…getting close?”

“Mmm-hmmm…”

“Gonna make a big old mess for me, Pep?”

“You – mmmph – you know it…”

“Get a glass.”

Knowing just where it was going, Peppy glanced around for one and spotted one on the countertop beside the TV. He grabbed it, his legs shaking as he couldn’t stop thrusting. Full bunny-hump instincts were in command now. Thrust, thrust, thrust, his hips bucking against his fist on-camera. He held the glass up, and Marvin groaned, nodding.

“Now…hold it under your dick…and fucking cum, rabbit!”

Peppy barely got the glass in place in time. As soon as he got it under his dick, he moaned, his hips twitching as he locked them against his hand. His cock jumped, and he barely kept his grip on it as it kept twitching, pulsing with pleasure as his cum came jetting free. One spurt after another landed in the glass, and huffed through it all, his head spinning as all that stress and strain came loose all at once. Pulse, pulse, pulse, his balls pulling up, all but crushed against his groin, and he moaned as he felt it all coming free, one blast after another leaving him and flooding out.

It felt so good, and it completely wiped his brain for a few seconds. He leaned against the wall, shoulder grinding into it, and he heard a soft howl from the other side of the comm channel. Sounded like Marvin enjoyed himself, too.

“Damn…fuck…”

As the wolfhound muttered and moaned to himself, Peppy managed to catch his footing and his breath. He slowly wobbled back, looking down at the cup in his hand. Half-full, which was saying something; it was a bit bigger than a shotglass, for sure, probably meant for whiskey or something.

[i]Heh…[/i]

As the wolfhound caught his breath, Peppy cleared his throat. Marvin looked back at the camera as the rabbit toasted it with the cum-filled glass, and then tossed it back. He forced it down with a small grunt, and the wolfhound’s cock jumped right back up.

“Goddamn, I forget how nasty you can be…”

“Says the instructor that’d sneak into the showers to see how much tongue he could force up my ass after a flight,” Peppy said, shaking his head. “But…thanks.”

“No problem, Peppy. Glad to hear from ya again.”

“Yeah…good to get in touch with you, too.”

“Mission tomorrow?”

“Probably,” the rabbit admitted.

“Get some sleep. Call me after the next one. It’ll let me know you’re still alive.”

“You got it.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Peppy has a bit of a night in after the first battle, and ends up having a nice call with an old friend.

Tags: M/M, Older Characters, Peppy Hare, Rabbit, Wolfhound, War Buddies, Masturbation, Teasing, Video Call, Cam Sex, Orgasm, Cum, Drinking Cum, Starfox, Starfox 64, Series, Pre-Cum,