Fox grunted, straining against his bonds.  Yet, as much as he tried to twist and shift, they refused to budge a single inch. And the apple roughly stuffed in his mouth didn’t help matters much. As he glanced around the clearing at his similarly tied and stuffed team, his heart sank. Even the stoic Peppy seemed defeated. His eyes found Falco, the cantankerous and obstinate bird, eyes downcast and defeated. His heart sank yet further at the sight of Krystal, her blue hued form squirming desperately as the looming shape of General Scales loomed over her. Their mission to overthrow the tyrannical reptile and halt their encroach on the Krazoan palace. There had been the faint hope that they could stop him with an ambush, but even that had failed. With every advantage they could muster, it still had not been enough. The guttural hissing of the general’s language was alien to him, but clearly, they had quite the profound on Krystal. Her squirming increased as she tried to worm her way away from the looming beast. 
Fox let his attention drift to the other side of the clearing, where a rough tribal circle stood, adorned with markings drawn on the ground. On points along its weaving pattern stood the krazoan crystals they’d been trying so hard to keep from Scale’s grasp, faintly pulsing with power.  He idly wondered what could have been, if they’d just fought a little harder, but didn’t get far when a muffled yelp pulled his attention back to the present. 
Scales stood over Krystal’s bound form, removing his armour piece by piece. Small puffs of dirt rose where the pieces fell, the loud clang of his chest plate following his vambraces. A sinking feeling rose in Fox’ chest as the monstrous lizard undid their belt, letting the last of their armour fall to the ground, exposing their muscled, naked form. And their erect shaft. With little effort, the hulking brute picked up Krystal’s squirming form, her muffled screams doing little to dissuade the beast from what they were about to do. With a simple movement, they tore off what little clothing she wore, exposing her genitals to the open air. Before them all, General Scales casually lowered her to his lap and thrust into her. Krystal’s eyes went wide as the sizeable shaft pushed into her, forcing her legs aside with his sheer mass. A swell rose and fell in her furred middle with every thrust, the poor vixen’s body being strained to its limits. It did not take long for Scales to finish, sending a gushing mess of cum flooding into her insides, swelling her belly with the mass. A fair amount leaked free as Scales pulled out of the panting vixen, dripping to the dry grass below. 
Yet, he was not done. Reaching into a small hemp bag, the general pulled out what was unmistakeably a tiny piglet, cooked and glazed. It caught the light from one of the nearby torches for a moment, glistening and succulent. 
Fox’ eyes shot wide with surprise and horror at what came next. With a swift motion, Scales stuffed the tiny pig into Krystal’s’ ravaged nethers, plugging up the abused vixen. Task done, the monster simply set her back down and moved on to the next in line. Peppy tried in vain to cry out around the apple stuffed in his mouth, the aged hare squirming feebly as Scales picked them up by their bindings. As easily as they had Krystal, they tore off Peppy’s trousers, exposing their rear for all to see. There was a moment of weary resignation as he closed his eyes, bracing for what was to come. Fox felt tears sting his eyes at the sight, his long-time friend being treated to such a horrible fate and being utterly powerless to halt it. The massive reptile positioned the unfortunate hare at waist height, pressing their still turgid shaft up against the furred backside and forcing the aged cheeks aside. Silent tears streamed down their face as the beast buried himself in them, a muffled cry escaping as the sheer heft forced itself inside. With as little care as he’d shown Krystal, Scales bred the old hare, thrusting into them over and over, drawing fresh groans and gasps with each plunge. Mercifully it was soon over, a sizeable amount of cum being pumped into the hare. And, just as with the vixen, a piglet was soon forced into their rear, sealing the leaking seed inside.
By the time Scales reached the bound-up Fox, Fox had resigned himself to fate. He’d seen his entire crew get the same treatment, being roughly bred and filled and plugged up. Yet, as much as he’d mentally prepared himself, nothing could truly ready him for the sheer mass of the cock forcing itself inside him. It was all he could do to not cry out. He could feel his insides shift from it, stretching him wider than he’d ever been before. And the sudden flood of warm, sloshing seed being pumped into his rear did not help matters much. Nor did the piglet roughly stuffed into his abused tailhole. 
Yet, that was not the end. As Fox lay there, breathing hard from the rough fucking, Scales strode back to the first in line: Krystal. Through bleary eyes, Fox watched as the monstrous general casually lifted Krystal by the binding around her arms, giving her rounded belly an appraising look before lifting her high above his head. It took Fox a second to fully process what was happening as Scales yawned wide, lowering Krystal into his waiting jaws. With the sheer difference in size between Scales and Fox’ crew, it was a simple thing for him to swallow them whole. Fox watched in rapt horror as Krystal’s squirming form slid deeper and deeper into the scaled throat, her struggling being swiftly reduced to a mere outline in the general’s mighty throat. Their eyes met for a single instant as Krystal sank to her shoulders, her head all that remained outside. There was pleading in her eyes, yet there was nothing to be done. With a simple swallow that resounded across the entire clearing, Scales swallowed. And Krystal ceased to exist as a person. The last the horrified crew saw of her was her terrified face slide into that waiting abyss, reduced to a mere shifting lump within that scaled throat. 

Her squirming shape had barely reached the mighty general’s middle before he moved on, hoisting Slippy above his jaws and simply letting them fall directly into his gullet. With a simple snap of his jaws, the poor frog was gone. Another doomed crewmate sent to the belly of the beast. Once again, Fox found himself on the tail end of the ceremony, forced to watch as each of his crew, his beloved friends were eaten alive. Peppy, poor Peppy, was tossed in like any other lump of barely moving meat. And Falco, ever the obstinate one, tried to fight it to the very end. Kicking and squirming every bit of the way, Falco almost seemed like they could win through. Several times, it almost seemed like he could break free, to escape the general’s clutches. But, as the general’s grip once more closed around the wriggling bird, it became painfully clear it was nothing but sport for the cruel monster. Falco was shoved face first into the waiting jaws, their beak easily sliding into that warm gullet, Scales lazily tossing his head back and swallowing the bird in three simple gulps. 
And then it was Fox’ turn. His body had gone entirely numb by the time the general approached, the loss of his friends all too much to bear. A scaled finger slid under his chin, forcing it up, bringing him face to with the towering general. Their voice was a menacing hiss, each syllable dripped with barely contained malice. 
“The great fox. Not so great anymore. And this will only be the beginning. For the price for your transgressions is high indeed.”

Fox didn’t respond. He didn’t know how. He was entirely passive, body going limp as the general lifted him up. Their jaws opened, giving him full view of the vista of pink flesh his friends had enjoyed before they were eaten alive. Like he was going to be. The thought barely registered over the numbness. Not even when the warm, slick tongue pressed up against his snout did he react. The only reaction he gave was a soft whimper as Scales tipped him into their waiting maw. It was over almost as quickly as it began. With a drawn-out swallow, Fox felt himself be pulled into the waiting throat, its peristaltic motions dragging him down and in. Heat rose around him as he slid down that fleshy chute, the slick walls pressing down on him from all sides. Before long, he felt himself push up against a tight knot of flesh, the pucker slowly relaxing to allow him passage. Within, it was even hotter. His body squeezed through, being pushed up against the still moving shapes of his friends. At least they’d be together in the end, he thought, as the darkness started to close in. 
Fox jolted back awake, adrenaline rushing through his system. He sat bold upright, the light of day stinging his eyes. He was alive. The sheer surprise of this left him momentarily stunned. 
“Ich doz vrak. Back with us at last, Fox? Good. Now you see the power of the crystals. And yet, this is just the beginning for you.”
Scales low, growling voice snapped Fox out of his confusion in a hurry. Fox turned to face the sound of their voice, once again finding themselves face to face with the great general. Or, to be more precise, their cock. The sizeable shaft was bobbing a mere inch away from Fox’ snout, the overpowering musk of it flooding his senses. A sense of utter dread tightened his chest as he looked up, only getting worse as he saw Scales’ malicious grin.
“Yes. You realise now your mistake. But we are not over yet. And you will watch Fox.”
The hulking general wandered over to the rest of Fox’ crew, their naked, bound forms sat in a small circle a few metres away. This time, Slippy was the unfortunate soul to be chosen first. The trembling frog tried to plead, to beg, but the general was as uncaring as stone. Their naked form was lifted up by their arms, held suspended above the sizeable shaft with legs dangling, like some oversized toy. 
And once again, the general surprised everyone there. Grabbing the squirming frog’s legs, Scales simply eased them into the trembling tip of their massive cock. A deep rumble of approval echoed from their chest as they lowered the frog deeper and deeper, the fleshy tip devouring them as readily as their jaws had. It was the work of minutes to reduce the frog to a squirming lump sliding down that thick shaft. Slowly, it descended, squirming and shifting, before finally disappearing into the general’s great body. 

A stunned silence followed, all eyes on the general’s throbbing mast. None could really believe what had just happened. It was only when Falco was lifted up and shoved bodily down the same way, their beak only serving to make them that little bit easier to shove in. Their cries were soon muffled by the thick meat, the squirming shape descending towards the interior of Scales’ body. As the great general reached down to stroke himself, Fox’ horrified mind began to wonder where the two had gone. Neither could be seen, hidden entirely from view by the bulk of the general. 
Krystal followed next, tail and legs being eased into the trembling mast with little resistance. Her face was a mask of utter incomprehension. Either the absurdity of what was happening had broken her, or the crushing humiliation they were putting through had. In the end, it mattered little. They were all headed to the same place in the end. Peppy followed next, the aged hare offering no resistance as they were stuffed down that greedy spire, leaving only Fox left. 
The general turned to face Fox but made no move to grab him. Fox sat there for a moment, confused. His confusion only deepened as Scales reached down and cut through the ropes binding him. But, when the great beast stood back up and pointed to their cock, he understood. They wanted to make his the greatest humiliation of them all. Forcing him to go willingly. 

Fox stood, facing down the general, weighing his options. Yet, naked as he was, there was no real choice. Lowering his head in shame, Fox trudged towards the triumphant reptile. Once again, a scaled finger slid underneath his chin as he got close, lifting his snout and once again bringing him face to face with the fleshy tip of that sizeable spire. Yet, this time he was going to get a lot more intimate with it. Fox dutifully pressed forwards, his snout finding little resistance as it slid into the fleshy, musky depths. Ample precum already coated the insides, making his journey deeper all the easier. His fur was soon soaked through, matted by the viscous lubricants. Bit by bit, the hot flesh enveloped him, creeping over his body until it was all he could feel. Once more, he was plunged into the sweltering depths of Scales’ body. 
But, as he sank deeper, he realised his destination was not quite the one he’d expected. A rising scent of urine filled his senses, only getting stronger the closer he got to the sounds of his friends. He was soon squeezed into a tight chamber, pressed up tight against the bound forms of his friends. At the base of the chamber, a warm liquid sloshed, lapping at the poor souls trapped within. His bladder, Fox realised. They’d been deposited in the beast’s bladder of all places. As the heat rose and air began to run out, they once more fell unconscious. 
Scales ran a clawed hand over his bulk, relishing in his utter victory. Not only had he beaten them, taken the crystals and destabilised the entire planet, but he’d subjected them to the most humiliating of defeats one could inflict on one’s foes. And yet, he was not done. Not even close. He strode over to a nearby hut that’d been built for the occasion and pulled aside a vast curtain, revealing a set of glass containers. Each was roughly the size of the Star Fox crew, and each was hardened, to last the ages. Grinning to himself, he took the first one and undid the locking mechanism, slipping aside the lid before positioning it below his muscled posterior. Grunting and straining, he introduced the first of the crew back into the world. Krystal’s body came sliding back out through the puckered rear, though it had been transformed by its journey. No longer a thing of flesh and blood, simply a sculpt of her form cast in digested matter. It slowly slid free, landing in the container with a soft thud. 
One down, four to go. 
The rest of the crew followed in turn, their digested forms sliding free from Scales’ intestines, their forms immortalized in waste. As the last container received its occupant, the great general turned and hefted his shaft. Positioning its tip above the container, he let loose a stream of gold that had once been the crew, now rendered down into mere urine for the monstrous reptile. Each of the containers were filled to the brim, leaving the grotesque trophies suspended in a vat of urine.  
He took great pleasure in marking each one, using a specially prepared calligraphy brush that had been dipped in gold paint to daub on the names of each crewmember in turn; Krystal, Slippy Toad, Peppy Hare, Falco Lombardi, and finally, with great relish, Fox McCloud.
There was a soft flash from outside. Scales stood up, pleased with himself, and wandered back outside. There, in the circle surrounded by the crystals, was the newest iteration of the Star Fox crew. A flash of realisation flickered in Fox’ eyes, much to Scales’ amusement. Once again, he’d proven to be the most perceptive of the bunch. 

“As you’ve all no doubt realised by now, the crystals give me considerable power. Power to bind you all, for one. And bound you have been. For you all belong to the great General Scales now. And each of you will pay penance for opposing me. And believe me,” he leaned in and growled, making them all lean back in fear,
“You will pay.”