January 2022 (Patreon)

Description courtesy of Darius:

All alarms were ringing, usually signalling an unidentified ship or massive weapon attack, but the sensors were only able to identify one substance moving at ridiculously high speeds: “Beef”.  

Fox’s planetfall registered in earthquake watches all over the globe, landing on his feet and shattering the ground below. He had some kind of protective outfit, in lieu of a spaceship, since very few were big enough to fit him anymore… But it didn’t even matter, he flexed it off within seconds of being convinced to put it on, as it was far too restrictive.   

Those absurdly girthy arms of his were the only guns he carried, flexing and tensing as he brushed over his head, fixing hair that already looking perfect and brushing dust off his gigantic beefy pectorals.   

“Hey, anyone there?” He tapped his communicator, only to find out it had been lost to the vastness of space, “Oh for fuck’s sake…” Weren’t foxes supposed to look soft and lean? Not this one. His jaws seemed chiselled to perfection despite the soft cream fur, strong cheeks and even large nose all defined masculinity. His eyes, sharp and annoyed, completed the almost too perfectly hunky look.  

The lower hand continued trailing down from his chest, past the sculpted bricks, shamelessly diving into the one article of clothing that still remaining, bravely resisting both the naked incursion into space and the humongous bulge it struggled to contain.   

“Guess there’s some time to pass… are you gonna help or just watch?”