"No, seriously... 'Yer telling me the great Fuck McCloud, famous hero of tha Lylat System 'n son of t-most notoriously known pilot for bedding women 'cross the entire galaxy and fuckin' each and every one of his admirer with his huge unrelentless and perfectly sculpted cock, gave birth to a dweeb muscle-less short fox with a pathetic little dick?! BWAHAHAHA!"

Wolf starts staring down directly between the fox's legs, not even trying to hide his gaze.

"What happened, huh? Did 'yer willy stop growing at t'age of 12 or somethin'? Maybe the extended special training 'ya received at the academy because of 'yer precious fatherly connexions in the artificial vacuum of space compressed 'yer dick up to shrimp size and messed with 'yer growth spurt, huh, shortie?"

Wolf reached for Fox's arms as the smaller male tried to hide his crotch from the predatory glare of his most obnoxious rival from the academy, grabbing his wrists to prevent the fox from covering his privates.

"No wonder 'ye became one of t'best Cornerian pilot at t'academy after graduation... 'Ya needed 'ta prove something, trying to over-compensate for 'yer pathetic lil' worm b'tween 'yer legs that 'ya call a dick! Hahaha! 'Cause with a tiny dick like that, no women would evah wanna sleep with 'ya unless 'ya were famous, am I right?"