Shore Leave- Part 1

Wolf O'Donnell and Fox McCloud have started seeing more of each other these days, but then, there's just a lot more of Wolf to see!

This one kind of got away from me, I liked writing them as a couple a little too much. Hope you all enjoy, and see the next part in May!

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A trio of Arwing M2's set down in the docking bay of Meteo Station, a neutral zone between Cornerian space and Andross' Empire. It was not the place someone would want to go if they couldn't keep an eye on their credits- it ran amok with pirates and thieves. But the Station was still the only safe port in this sector of the Lylat System, so everyone from smugglers to the Cornerian Space Armada had docked ships in Meteo's bays. The Arwings cooled as their pilots leapt out- the legendary Star Fox team, some of the best pilots in the known galaxy, were in need of rest and refueling. Falco Lombardi, Slippy Toad, and their fearless leader, Fox McCloud, were engaged in casual banter, until Falco's sharp eyes noticed another trio of fighters at the opposite end of the docking bay.

"Fox- look." Falco muttered, nudging his vulpine friend. Fox glanced over and frowned at a trio of Wolfen class Arwings, the signature fighters of Star Fox's archrivals, Team Star Wolf. Panther Caroso, Leon Powalski, and their own menacing leader, Wolf O'Donnell, had already spotted Star Fox, and the two were closing the space between them, hands hovering over holstered pistols.

"Tch. Look what's become of Meteo Station," Leon hissed, the chameleon narrowing his bulging eyes. "Used to be people at least had the decency to throw the trash in the compactors."

"Look who's talking," Peppy piped up. "If I remember, I almost turned your ship into scrap metal last time we met."

"Panther." Falco nodded curtly. "Still looking like you could use a cold shower- followed by an acid bath."
"Really, Lombardi," the panther smirked. "No need to get your feathers ruffled- you're not still pining for that girl back on Fortuna, are you? Don't worry- last I saw her, she was plenty comfortable in my bed."

Fox and Wolf were silent, sizing each other up. Fox was leaner and shorter, but faster- Wolf had size and strength to back him up. In terms of charisma, skill, and bravado, however, they were equally matched.

"Pup." Wolf growled.

"Old man," Fox grunted.

"Tch." Wolf shoved past Fox. "Just stay out of our way, McCloud- we don't want old man Peppy coming out here to pick up your bodies riddled with blaster holes, do we?" He glanced over his shoulder, glaring down Fox with his good eye. "And I don't want to even smell you near the C Module- unless you want Feathers and Warts here to pick you up after I throw you out of an airlock."

Fox held back Falco as Star Wolf stalked past them. "Forget it, Lombardi," Fox said. "He's not worth it."

"C'mon, Fox," Falco grumbled. "They just left their Arwings here- I say we trash them, at least."

"No." McCloud responded. "We're here to refuel before our last tour around Titania. Both of you, just be cool- alright?"

Falco and Peppy muttered their agreement, and Fox canted his head. "C'mon. There's gotta be something good to eat on this rust bucket…"

Later, when most of the station was quieting down for rest hours, Fox snuck towards C Module, a heavy, plasticine box under his arm. He was keeping his eyes peeled, but this time, his rival got the jump on him- a heavy clawed hand latched on to Fox's shoulder, and with one yank, pulled him into a dark room.

"I knew you'd come, Pup," Wolf growled low, slamming Fox against the wall.

"Bastard!" Fox snarled.

"Just can't help yourself, can you?" the bigger canine snarled, leaning into fox's chest and leering with a toothy grin.

"You're gonna pay for this!"

Wolf chuckled low. "Oh yeah? And who's going to make me?"

"Me, you idiot!" Fox pushed Wolf off of him. "You made me drop dinner!"

"Wait- what?" Wolf stepped back, and glanced down, flicking on a light. They were standing in a basic sleeping unit- a room big enough for a table and a pair of chairs, a sleeping pod, and a bathroom to the side. And splattered all over the steel floor was what was once a decent tasting meatloaf. "Oh- shit!" Wolf swore. "I thought we were doing a bit!" He knelt down, scooping up the bits of ground-up beef. "Look, it's probably still good, the floor's sanitized."

"It's the floor, O'Donnell!" Fox snapped.

"Jeez," Wolf chuckled. He stood up and cut through the space between him and Fox. He grabbed Fox by the waist, pulling him in tight. "Why'd I have to fall for such a sheltered little Princess, hm?"

"Because someone needs to watch out for you, you dirty old man," the smaller pilot replied, before they both leaned in for a kiss. "Would you just go and order some pizza, or something? I'm not going back out again."

After dinner- well, a second attempt at dinner- was delivered, Fox and Wolf rested more easily. Their secret affair was something both of them had fallen into by accident- after so many years as bitter rivals, Wolf had come to Fox's rescue one too many times, and finally, Fox came after Wolf, when he crashed on the ocean planet Aquares. For three days, the two were left floating on the planet's waters as Fox repaired Wolf's arwing and nursed him back to health, and Wolf left him with a kiss before flying away. Now, through secure comm channels and carefully watching their flight paths, the two made sure to "bump in" to each other as often as they could.

It was a matter of reputation for both of them; Fox McCloud was the most famous pilot in Cornerian space, a hero to many, and Wolf O' Donnell was a feared mercenary- both feared their attraction to one another would ruin their standing. For Wolf, he would have gone soft, and Fox would face tribunals for fraternization. But as the months wore on, the two realized they couldn't keep the facade up for long. Something needed to change. Fox was thinking to himself quietly, pensive as he watched Wolf gobble down his half of the pizza.

"You have no manners, you know that?" Fox muttered softly.

Wolf scoffed, slapping Fox on the back. "Yeah, sure, mom."

"No, I'm serious." Fox stood up and closed the space between them, straddling Wolf as he grabbed the bigger canine by the lapels of his shirt. "But I admit… I like it."

Wolf wrapped his arms around his lover, chuckling. "Damn, McCloud. What do they put in your half?"

"I'm serious. You eat with such ferocity- like you're always starving. Like there's a wild animal you got caged up inside that you gotta keep feeding." He leans in, smirking a bit. "Gotta admit. It's kinda hot."

O' Donnell smirked. "Me eating like a slob is kinda hot? You're a kinky bastard, pup."

"Well, no, not that. But… it just takes me back to Aquares, remember? We both thought any scrap we came across would be our last. It was scary, seeing you half-starved. Never thought I'd see you like that. And I never want to see it again. So… seeing you eat, it- I dunno, it makes me feel good. Like you're safe."

"Oh, pfft-" Wolf pushed Fox away, chuckling. "You don't need to worry about me, pup."

"Cut it out and let me fuss over you, old man," McCloud smirked. He paused for a second. He had a thought that might go a long way. "What… do you think about bulking up a bit?"

Wolf arched his eyebrow. "What? C'mon." He flexed his strong, well-muscled arm. "I've already got muscle on ya, McCloud. We learned that on our last little rendezvous, didn't we? How many times did I pin you down?"

"Yeah, but… bigger is always better." Fox leaned in, resting against Wolf's chest. "Wouldn't you like me to pamper you a bit more when we meet up?"

Wolf furrowed his brow, and when realization hit, he pushed Fox away. "Wait, wait- you want to fatten me up?"

"Think about it," McCloud said. "Every time we meet up, I'll treat you like a king- you'll have whatever you want, as much as you want."

O' Donnell twisted his mouth. "Pup- Fox- this is weird, even for you. I've got a reputation to keep up, I mean- I can't turn into a porker, I don't want people confusing me with Pigma. Drop it, okay?"

Fox held up his hands. He would concede- for now. "Alright, alright, it's dropped."

"Good." Wolf nodded, but then tugged Fox back to him, his hands wrapping around McCloud's waist and slowly drifting down, until his fingers reached his belt loops. "Now… if you like seeing me eat so much, we can get a little more creative with that definition."

"Geez." McCloud scoffed, playfully pushing Wolf away. "You really are a dirty old man."

"Yep. And you love it, pup," Wolf growled, pulling Fox's pants down.

The following morning, Fox's mind was somewhere else as he climbed back into his arwing. Star Fox Team blasted off, leaving Meteo Station behind, but Fox's thoughts were still with Wolf. It wasn't just the thought Wolf would look good with the extra weight; he started seeing it as a way they could be together on a more permanent basis. What if there was a way to get Wolf out of the mercenary game, such as, for example, he was too fat to get into an arwing anymore? It was an odd fixation, he had to admit- but ever since Aquares, the thought of keeping Wolf well fed, safe, and by his side- well, it was a nice thought.

"Fox?" Falco patched in on their comm channel. "Are we admiring the view, or something? C'mon, we've got a job to do!"

"Right, right," Fox shook his head. "Set a course for Corneria. We need to rendezvous with General Pepper, then we're off." He patched in the coordinates, but still, he was thinking about how to make Wolf a little more well-rounded.

His chance would come on their next planned tryst a week later, hidden away in a small apartment in Corneria's capital. Wolf looked around, as the apartment was tidy and well-kept, and nodded approvingly. "Hm. Cozy."

"It belongs to a friend in the Academy," Fox explained. "I told him me and a friend of mine needed to crash during leave." He paused for a moment. "You know… we could take steps so that we could meet up at my place."

O'Donnell chuckled, tousling the fur on Fox's head. "Sure, pup, sure. Right after they pin the Star of Corneria to my chest."

"Look- serious question. What do you really like about your work? What keeps you going for mercenary jobs?" McCloud asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. He was laying the groundwork for a major pitch.

Wolf shrugged. "Eh, money's nice… but I suppose I'd say the fame." He grinned toothily. "The glory. I want everyone in the galaxy to know exactly who Wolf O'Donnell is."

Fox nodded slowly. He had a few cards to play. If he did this right, Wolf would be fat and happy, with him, for the rest of their lives. "What if I told you I had a way for you to go clean? A way to be celebrated as a hero?"

The larger canine scoffed, but he gave a nod- he would humor his lover, for now. "Okay, pup, I'm listening."

McCloud tapped a few times on his comm device. "There's a bounty for a major crime lord, Angus 'The Butcher' Cromag. Star Fox is great for taking out space pirates, but Angus stays put in a few bunkers scattered across the system- Arwings aren't exactly useful for nabbing him when he's in an underground fortress. But Angus is a wolf." He glanced up at O'Donnell. "A grey wolf. And I think we can go at this from a different angle."

O'Donnell stroked his chin. "I'm two steps ahead of you, pup. You want me to slip into one of Cromag's bunkers as his doppleganger, and dismantle his whole criminal empire from the inside out."

"Exactly!" the fox palmed his fist. "Think about it- a huge reward, a notorious bounty- and the guy who tricks 'The Butcher,' well. He'd go down in history."

Wolf grinned. "I see where this is going. One glorious victory to cement my legacy, then I retire and, with my arms wrapped you, we blast off into a setting supernova." He let out a soft, throaty chuckle. "Okay, okay, McCloud- we'll do it your way. So, what's this Angus look like, besides bein' all handsome and charismatic?"

"He's actually a dead ringer for you- barring one, ah, minor detail…" Fox bit his lip. This would be the moment of truth, as he slid a holographic image to Wolf.

The larger canine's easy smile disappeared in an instant as he saw the crime lord's mugshot. "Oh- oh, for the love of- McCloud, no." Wolf shot up from his seat, tossing the hologram to the ground with mild disgust. The image flickered, still showing a wolf with very similar markings to O'Donnell's fur- but all of it stretched and warped by an excess of, at a conservative estimate, three hundred additional pounds piled on to his frame.

"Listen, listen!" Fox cut in, putting his hands on Wolf's chest. "I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't think it would work. Think of it this way- we both get what we want. You get the fame, the fortune- and I get to pamper you and get this whole thing out of my system. Besides, you're Wolf O'Donnell, right?" Fox lightly punched him in the arm. "If you want to slim down, you can always do it afterwards."

Wolf glared intensely at Fox, but the younger canine was unfazed- he knew when Wolf was getting ready to say yes to a deal. Finally, the older canine broke his gaze, sighed heavily, and rubbed his forehead. "Okay. Okay, fine- it's… a pretty solid plan." He then locked eyes with McCloud again, jabbing a finger at his chest. "Just don't get weird about this, pup."

Fox solemnly put a hand to his heart. "It's just a job. But I always make sure I do a thorough job. Cross all my t's, dot my i's… keep my figures in check." He reached around, squeezing Wolf's ass.

O'Donnell snarled, grabbing Fox. "You are a kinky bastard, you know that, pup?" He leaned in for a quick kiss. "Just… don't make me regret this."

"I'll make sure you enjoy every minute of it."

"Yeah…" Wolf grumbled. "That's what I'm afraid of."

The next few days, both Fox and Wolf had to get affairs in order, as it were. Wolf told Panther and Leon to keep their heads down and keep an eye on galactic news feeds, and Fox told his team to stick to routine jobs until his latest plan fell through. They met again at the same apartment, and already, Wolf's sensitive nose picked up a familiar bouquet- he had gone to Pie In the Sky, Wolf's favorite pizza place.

"He's playing dirty," he growled softly, pushing into the apartment.

"Ah! There you are!" Fox grinned, holding no less than three pizza boxes. Wolf's mouth twitched- Meat Lover's, his favorite.

"I… kinda thought this would be a little more, uhm. Utilitarian. Y'know, body-changing serums, weight-gain pills, a hose…" Wolf muttered, trailing off at Fox's grin.

"I like to see you eat, and besides… this way, maybe you'll come to like it."

Wolf grimaced, already imagining what carrying around such an immense amount of weight would be like. "Let's… just get started."

"Alright." Fox set down the pizza, and led Wolf to the couch. "You just sit down, relax, and let me do the work. I figure we'll make this as productive as possible, so we'll also take the time to learn as much about The Butcher as possible." The vulpine pilot straddled Wolf's lap on the couch, pizza slice in hand.

"You've really figured this all out," Wolf said, taking his first bite.

"Yeah, well… I've had a lot of time to think about it."

Fox's system was efficient- and Wolf wasn't entirely unconvinced that little toad, Slippy, might have had a hand in helping him plan things out. Food was always on hand, all of them playing to Wolf's tastes. There were big meals, with rich foods like pizza, pork ribs, bacon, eggs, and burgers- foods that a mercenary on the go would be used to, giving him a sense of familiarity. He should have never let Fox know about his weakness for dark chocolate, however- flavors were never dulled, because after a heavy, salty and savory meal, a slice of chocolate cake, brownies, or even just a chocolate bar would be pushed on him. Going between rich, savory and greasy tastes to something sharper with just a bit of sweetness kept Wolf's appetite healthy.

But eating was one thing- O'Donnell dutifully finished off everything Fox pushed on him, but he had trouble with getting restless. In the first few days, he felt like he would go stir crazy if he was just going to be sitting on the couch, lazing around watching vids and eating non-stop, but Fox had planned for this, too. There was a lot of ground to cover for a major crime lord like Cromag, and he had to practice voice inflections, memorize lieutenants and safe house locations, and all the ins and outs of the crime lord's sordid business. Fox found himself fixated, watching Wolf hunched over several different holograms, brow furrowed as he studied his prey, all while a rich, creamy shake was nearby and a thick slice of pizza in hand, and a full, growing belly pressing down on his lap.

As time wore on, Wolf figured Fox must be mixing something in to his food, he just wasn't sure where- he had never had much trouble keeping weight off before, but now, the pounds began to pile on. To his chagrin, he turned out to be somewhat top heavy. He grit his teeth as he spotted how his thickened rear filled out his pants, curving out further and further and straining the fabric. His ears flattened when he pulled a shirt over his stomach, and it was either strung taut, or, as he found after he ate an entire pizza in one sitting, couldn't quite cover his slowly inflating middle. He hated how soft and fuzzy it was- like he had some pillow taped to his middle. It was humiliating- what kind of figure was he going to cut after this was over? He was almost ready to call it off after his latest meal, but Fox, having spent all day making a special roast for him, fell asleep, his head pressed against Wolf's freshly stuffed butterball of a gut. O'Donnell sighed heavily, gently scratching McCloud's ear, and trying not to admit how warm and comfortable he felt in that moment. Maybe this wasn't too bad. And, maybe it was time to just sit back and let Fox do his thing- for now, anyways. He would find a way to remind McCloud who was the boss in the relationship later.

With his inhibitions lowered, and Fox growing more confident in his routine, Wolf's weight exploded. McCloud rarely left Wolf alone, massaging his growing middle with nimble fingers, squeezing at his lovehandles and his ballooning rear. He lavished attention on O'Donnell, whispering how handsome he was in his ear. The more weight he put on, after all, the more of him there was for Fox to love. Still, perhaps Fox was getting a bit too aggressive with the feedings.

Weeks into this system, Wolf was very close to the enormous crime lord's profile. His lean muscle was buried under reams of fat on all fronts- his thick arms wobbled whenever he moved them, and his legs alone probably weighed more than Fox. Spending so much time on the couch had caused them to billow out into an immense pair of dough-like trunks, his thighs mashed up together whenever he waddled. His rear alone dwarfed his tail, a pair of enormous, round cheeks that ate up most of the couch. The wolf's gigantic belly wobbled as he devoured another slice of pizza, finishing off his last one for the day. He huffed in between bites, inflating his round cheeks and making his extra chin wobble. A free hand went to his belly- he had seen asteroids smaller, as it filled his lap- and he gave it one firm pat before grabbing another slice.

He had slided into the role of a gluttonous crime lord a little too easily, but he was certain he could work all this off- eventually. Still, at least he was done for today.

"Hey, big man," Fox called, sliding next to Wolf, his arm reaching down the folds of back fat. "You all done?"

"Yeah, yeah," Wolf grumbled, belching softly as he finished off the last slice. "Just like you said, pup."

"Good." Fox smiled deviously, and held up a stack of extra pizza boxes. "Because we're just getting started."

"Fox." Wolf groaned, taking a hold of his gut- he hefted up the flabby mass and let it drop, causing it to wobble like jello after a barrel roll. "What exactly are you aiming for, here? Ain't I big enough for this job yet?"

"Well." Fox grinned slyly. "If you can't handle this, I guess I'll just have to throw this all away…"

Wolf glowered at McCloud. "Put 'em down here." He commanded, pointing to the coffee table. No sooner had Fox done so that Wolf tore into a new pizza. "Throw it away- wasting all this food? Are you crazy? I'll show you what I can handle… I could eat you under the table, little pup!"

"Oh I know, big guy," Fox sighed gently, sidling next to Wolf and running his hand over his churning gut. "I know."