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"writing": "[b][u][center]From Hot-Shot to Sex-Pot\nPart 7\nFor Anonymous\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nFalco eventually managed to find a way to sleep in the awkward bondage that pinned their legs over their head and their arms likewise. It wasn’t comfortable and the falcon woke multiple times to moderate muscle complaints, but they were eventually able to sleep. The fact that they had finally been allowed to cum with Leon’s pheromones meant that they were able to sleep more restfully outside of that; the momentary fulfillment of their sexual needs meant that they weren’t plagued with needful dreams, and that was a relief that went beyond the merely physical. \n\nHowever, all things must come to an end, and when morning came, their oblivion and respite from their wants ended. Falco opened their eyes, staring at the metal ceiling as the memories of the previous day came rushing in. They closed their eyes again, taking a few deep breaths and clenching their jaw. Turning their head in a vain attempt to hide from the past, they couldn’t help but relive it instead. \n\nFilled with a dildo. \n\nStared at as they were used. \n\nCumming in front of their former friends and teammates. \n\nNothing but a [i]thing[/i] to be fixed. \n\nFalco’s humiliation rose again, a sickly feeling in the pit of their stomach that had turned into something else. It went from a burn merely in their face to one that fluttered between their pussy lips. \n\n[i]How shameful,[/i] their humiliation whispered. [i]How shameful that the once-great pilot is nothing more than a slit for men to drop their loads. How humiliating that you’re not going to be able to fly again. How embarrassing that they saw how much you enjoyed it…and how much you wanted them to keep staring.[/i]\n\nIf they weren’t sure that someone would come to see them soon, Falco might very well have burst into tears at the thought. They clenched their eyes shut all the tighter, forcing the wetness back, and shook their head. \n\n[i]I’m still…I’m still…[/i]\n\nWhat? A slut? A whore? Someone that didn’t like what they were going through?\n\n[i]If I like it, I’ll never stop…[/i]\n\nKrystal’s words lingered from the day before, echoing in the back of their mind. \n\n[i]I think a part of you likes this. And the part of you that doesn’t is making it harder by pretending that doesn’t exist.[/i]\n\nShaking their head, the falcon pushed the memory of her words to the side. There was nothing to be gained by embracing that. If they ever admitted that they wanted this, then the last bit of their pride would disappear. If they ever gave in, if they ever became the full slut that Leon wanted them to be…\n\n[i]I can’t…I can’t…[/i]\n\nShnickt. \n\nFalco turned to the open door. Fox stepped through, the other man wearing what might have been a smile in better circumstances. As it was, it looked like the shadow of a grimace, something that a skull would wear instead of a person. The other pilot sat down at the side of the table, looking anywhere but at the falcon. \n\nSomehow, that was worse than being stared at. It made him feel like Fox couldn’t see this part of him, wouldn’t accept it, and…\n\n[i]If he can’t accept this, then if I can’t be fixed…[/i]\n\nTalk. He had to talk. The silence was [i]so[/i] much worse. \n\n“So…how long did you end up banging Krystal after that show?” Falco asked. \n\n“…Heh. We didn’t feel comfortable enough for that,” Fox said after a moment, looking off to the side with a rueful smile. “Though I think she would have been up for it, even with the cameras around the room.”\n\n“Heh, too afraid to give Wolf a good show?”\n\n“Some of us like to keep it in our pants.”\n\n“Yeah…and some of us don’t have a choice.”\n\n“…Low blow, man. Low blow.”\n\n“I know, I know,” Falco muttered, already regretting what they’d said. \n\nIt had come out before they’d meant to say it, but it was no less true for that. They were trying to make it normal, but there was too much anger, too much venom under everything for them to be able to keep it that way. Just thinking about the fact that Fox actually had a choice about fucking while the falcon didn’t was enough to set their beak on edge, and – well, there it was. The anger just…popped out. \n\n“Sorry,” Falco muttered. \n\n“It’s alright. I guess…we’re both higher-strung than we want to be.”\n\n“Heh, look who’s talking,” Falco muttered, wiggling the restraints holding their limbs up.\n\n“Yeaaaah, I’ll talk to Wolf about getting those loosened, at least. That’s…hard to look at, I’m not going to lie. But I bet it’s even worse to be in.”\n\n“Why don’t you see if you can find a set for you and Krystal and figure out for yourself, heh.” Falco sighed. “I don’t know what the hell is going on. I don’t even know why you came back for me after I fucked up that bad.”\n\n“Because you’re part of the crew.”\n\n“Fox…that can’t be all of it. I mean…I ran off. You rescued me, and I ran off, and –”\n\n“And you’re still part of the team. You’re still the asshole that can keep up with me, you’re still the jerk that keeps me on my toes, [i]and[/i] you’re an insanely good pilot that none of us want to see disappear.”\n\n“…Yeah? And what happens if I can’t keep up anymore, after everything that Leon did to me?”\n\n“You will.”\n\n“But what if I can’t?”\n\nThey didn’t expect Fox to have an answer to that, and this time, his long-time friend didn’t. The vulpine commander looked down at him, obviously trying to find something to say, but nothing passed his lips. For all that Fox wanted to comfort them – and Falco was smart enough to be able to tell that was what Fox was trying to do – there was no way for him to get the words out. There was nothing to say. \n\nFalco knew that they were on the team almost entirely through talent. There was some friendship with Fox, yes, but they and Peppy were very much at each other’s throats most of the time, and Slippy and them…well, the kindest thing that you could call that was ‘bullying,’ and Falco doubted that the frog had the most incentive to get them fixed up and back on the team. There was nothing there if they couldn’t keep up in the sky, and with the burning urges that kept coming back, there was no way that anyone could trust them in the sky. \n\nNot with them being more likely to hump the joystick than use it. \n\nThey shivered as the idea actually struck a chord, and the humiliating image of mounting the control stick in the cockpit was burned into their brain. Their pussy clenched ever so slightly, not enough to be visible – they hoped – but certainly more than enough to feel. They turned their head to the side. \n\n“So…what are you going to try?” they managed to ask. “You and Wolf…you were talking about that, I think? I can’t remember everything from yesterday, but it sounded like you two were trying to figure out what the hell you were going to…”\n\n“Oh, uh…yeah,” Fox nodded. “There was, um…there was the idea that Krystal had last night. That you were trying to cum, that you wanted to cum. And once you did, there was this whole…I don’t remember the terminology that they were using, but it was like you were able to calm down after that. That you were back to normal, even if it wasn’t for very long. So, we’re going to see if there’s a way to get you over that edge without using Leon, or needing the chameleon around.”\n\n“…Is…there anything else to the test?” Falco asked, hoping that they didn’t sound as desperate as they felt. \n\n“Heh, I wish. I mean, trust me, I’m not so…into this…as you might think –”\n\n“Yeah, you never struck me as the type to fuck a guy…even if that’s not exactly what I am anymore…”\n\n“Yeah, I…I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to make that work myself. It’s not really what any of us had in mind for trying to get you back, but the way that we’re seeing it, the biggest issue is whether you can come down from that ledge or not. If we just take you away from Star Wolf and Leon in particular, it’s like locking you up and torturing you every day, leaving you in heat and screaming for a relief that’ll never come. And as much as we want to help, I think…well, maybe I’m wrong, but to me, that sounds like you’d start hating us before long if you were kept from…getting that relief, yeah?”\n\nAll Falco had to do was think about the way that they’d been squirming and begging Wolf in the short time before Fox had turned up to know that their wingmate was right. That had only been a few days; if they’d needed to go more than that – if they’d gone even a week without getting off – then the heat that burned between their legs would have driven them mad. They would have needed to be tied down, locked up, and smothered in all kinds of restraints to keep from hurting themselves or others in their desperation. Whatever was left of the ace pilot that they used to be would have burned up in the hormonal inferno that never got any relief, and Falco didn’t know how long they would have been able to last. \n\n“You’re not wrong,” Falco whispered. \n\n“So, the first thing that we need to find out is if we can…give you what you need, for lack of a better way of putting it,” Fox said, leaning forward on his chair and resting his chin in his hands. “If we can get you off – and trust me when I say that I never thought I’d be saying something like that to you –”\n\n“Trust me, I never thought I’d be hearing it.”\n\n“Glad we’re in the same boat. But if we can get you…what you need, and all that, then that means that there’s a point in bringing you home. There’s a point in seeing if we can push the boundaries and see what can be done. Because if we can’t – if you’re really locked down with Leon’s pheromones – then there’s not much we can do without making life worse. As much as I want to save you – and I really do – I don’t know what else can be done. Not after seeing what we saw last night.”\n\nWhich had probably been something really sneaky done by Wolf, now that Falco thought about it. Showing them at their weakest, revealing the raw need that had been building up for days, how wet they were, how pathetic they were…it was a perfect display of the sort of pointless rescue that the whole operation was. \n\nEven Falco believed it, and they were aware of the level of theater that was being put on. No wonder Fox was debating things now when he had been so sure when he’d all but kicked the door in on arrival. \n\n“So…how…”\n\n“Well…”\n\n“…Wait. You’re not –” Falco grunted, lifting their head off the table. “You’re not going to actually –”\n\n“Well, we know toys don’t work, so…we’re going to have to try something a little more…intense.”\n\n“…Fucking hell…”\n\n“Slippy’s coming down for a more thorough investigation, and, um…we’re inviting Wolf to try and…do this too…”\n\n“Don’t I get any say in this?!”\n\n“Falco…do you want to get out of this or not?”\n\nIt was such a stupid question. They stared at their friend, their wingmate, beak clicking as they sputtered to try and say something, anything. \n\nOf course they wanted out of this .Of course they wanted to get better, but at the same time, what the hell were they supposed to say? That they were looking forward to getting railed by people that they weren’t actually interested in? That they were looking forward to being treated like a cock-sock by Fox, Slippy, Wolf, and who knew how many others?\n\nWhat the fuck?\n\nWhat the fuck?\n\nTo mate matters worse, there [i]was[/i] some interest, and that was what made Falco angrier beyond anything else. Once more, their body was betraying them, throbbing and swelling down below, and they could feel the juices already starting to flow from between their legs, running down from their exposed pussy to their asshole. It was one more way that they couldn’t do what they used to, and they turned away, their cheeks burning. \n\n“I’m sorry –”\n\n“Are you? Doesn’t sound like it…”\n\n“Look. I don’t want to –”\n\n“But you will, won’t you?” Falco asked, staring at the wall. “You’ll get yourself nice and hard, and then you’ll dick me down, because it’s something to be fixed. And I’m going to just have to take it.”\n\n“…It’s not fun from my end, either.”\n\n“Yeah, but who do you think is going to get off from it?”\n\nFox had no answer. Falco didn’t expect him to. \n\n#\n\nFalco’s line-up was assembled two hours later. Fox was at the front of it, with Slippy behind him, and Wolf behind him. All three were bottomless, but Falco deliberately didn’t let themself look at the other men. They didn’t want to see how hard or soft any of them were, or what was going to be on-offer. What they wanted was for this to be done as fast as possible so they could forget that this had happened in the first place. \n\nThey’d been rolled onto their stomach due to Fox’s ‘preference’ for a doggy-style position. In their current mood, Falco could only imagine it was because Fox didn’t want to look down and remember who he was fucking. That was probably the best reason for wanting to look down at them this way, thinking of them as just one more pussy to be fucked. A groupie or something, some new little hole that – \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nA cooling feeling trickled down the back of their mind, and Falco glanced at the corner of the room. Krystal was watching from there, seated with her flight suit sealed up and everything covered. On display, admittedly, because that rubber garment hid [i]nothing[/i], but completely covered up. Her eyes met theirs, and Falco felt the gentle pressure of her in their mind, nudging at them. \n\n[i]Don’t be so angry. They’re really trying to help.\n\nWithout asking. \n\nYou don’t have a better idea. I looked. \n\n…\n\nAnd besides, that’s not the real problem, is it?[/i]\n\nFalco looked away, but the pressure of her in their mind didn’t just fade. Because of course it didn’t. There was no way that it would, not with a question like that tingling away. \n\nThey didn’t want to think about what the other reasons they’d be upset about this was. If it had anything to do with what they’d talked about last night, then Falco really didn’t want to think about it, because it would mean that they were…interested in this. That they wanted to get fucked and used and…\n\nThe falcon lowered their head to their hands as Fox stepped up and grabbed their hips. A half-hard cock rose up quickly as the pressure left their heads and probably went to the pilot behind them. The little ‘spring’ and smack of a hard cock-head against their pussy told Falco that Krystal had probably done something to help Fox get it up for the treatment, getting around any little issues that the other man might have had. \n\nNudge, nudge, nudge. The shaft kept nudging right between the falcon’s legs, pushing against their pussy lips and their clit, seeking the entrance blindly. Falco didn’t say a word, despite the fact that they were getting wetter and wetter. \n\n[i]That’s just Leon’s drug, just the addiction, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean that I want this. It’s just…it’s just what they’re making me be.[/i]\n\nBut there was something so satisfying when Fox finally popped the head of his cock between their pussy lips and – \n\nSquelch. \n\nFalco clenched their beak tight enough to hurt. The heat of that rigid rod sliding inside was just what their body needed, even if their mind wanted nothing to do with it. They huffed despite themselves, leaning their head down and just taking it as Fox edged deeper and deeper. It wasn’t so thick as the big cock that Wolf had rammed in the day before, and they could feel that there was a little ‘looseness’ back there, but…well, it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all. \n\nFox gripped their hips tighter, pulling them back, starting to rut them harder. Each thrust was faster than the last until he was all but jackhammering their way in, and Falco almost bit their tongue from the sheer bliss that came from each sheathing penetration. Fox’s balls against their clit wasn’t bad, either, and their hands curled into fists as they felt their pleasure rising at a near-record speed. \n\n“Nnngh…mmmph…mmmph…”\n\nFalco’s little grunts escaped their beak despite their best efforts, but Fox was almost as loud. It was so different from being rutted by Wolf; there was less pure strength back there and more of a sense of speed. In, out, in, out, faster and harder and so very deep. In, out, in, out – \n\n“Looks like you got a pretty ass yourself there, Fox.”\n\nFalco blinked at the sudden stiffening inside their pussy at that. Was that – \n\n“Wolf, let’s not make any distractions, shall we?” Krystal said from the corner of the room. “Or I’ll have to give you a very interesting little…treatment…when it’s your turn.”\n\n“Heh, fair enough. Just saying, pretty boy’s got a pretty ass.”\n\nFox grunted, leaning forward over Falco and pressing himself all the closer. Despite the brief break in the session, Falco was surprised to feel just how stiff their former wingmate was. They’d never imagined Fox would have been interested in [i]that[/i], but one little comment had him thrusting away harder than ever. It actually had Falco gasping under their breath, their beak open as they were pinned down harder to the table than they had been just a moment ago. \n\nIn, out, in, out. There was something so much better about a real cock than a toy, but – \n\n[i]Not because I want it…because I have to…I don’t want this…I don’t want this…[/i]\n\nBut their body loved it. Their cheeks burned from how wet they were, how their body was clenching down hard around Fox’s cock and pulling it in as deep as it would go. The wet squelches as it went in and out, in and out, were so much louder than they remembered the sound being before. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nFox grunted, burying his face in the bird’s feathers as he came. Falco could feel the fox’s sac rising, pulling up against their clit for a moment before the heat came spilling out. There was a surge of want, need, and desperate nearness of their orgasm. Their fingers clenched against the table, feeling like they might…might…might…\n\nBut they didn’t. The wall between them and orgasm was just too powerful. They were so fucking close, [i]fucking[/i] close, but it just wasn’t enough without the pheromones. \n\nFox pulled out. Before Falco could catch their breath, Slippy patted their hips, and the frog’s broad hand was…strange. Soft, gentle…almost intimate in a way that the falcon hadn’t been expecting at all. \n\n“Could you, uh, roll onto your back?”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“I, um, like missionary.”\n\n“…Fine.”\n\nIt wasn’t as bad on their knees and elbows, but it was still more than a little weird to look up at the frog as the other man slowly crawled over them. Slippy was not a slender man, and there was a lot of jiggle here and there with the mechanic of the team. He was burning red in the cheeks, clearly not ready for what was going to happen, but at the same time – \n\nSquelch. \n\nFalco hissed through their beak as the first thrust happened. Even as Slippy yelped, muttering about the tightness, the bird was focused more on the fact that Slippy had a cock that was as thick as a beer can. It wasn’t particularly long – not even as long as Fox’s – but it was wid enough that they could feel it all but splitting them open down there. Even the knotting hadn’t been quite so intense as that. \n\n“Well, go on,” Wolf said, slapping Slippy’s ass. \n\nAs the frog yelped and thrust forward, that thick cock plunged deep, as well. Falco’s beak was left spread wide, their eyes rolling back as they stared straight up. Fox had been an amazing opening act, but Slippy had something that was…so good. The frog’s technique was shit – he was already losing his rhythm, and he was gasping like a fish out of water – but that thick cock was something else. \n\nIn, out, in, out, each thrust accompanied by a wet sound of flesh on flesh, of cock plunging deep and of Slippy’s own large size pressing against them. They couldn’t help but shiver, their thighs spreading further and further as their body bent to desires that were forced on them – \n\n[i]Or are they? No, no, I’m not…I’m not…[/i]\n\nFalco whimpered as they were fucked, feeling their pleasure already slamming against that wall once more. The urge to cum was right there. They were getting pummeled so good, their pussy getting stretched just how they needed, and yet, they still couldn’t get themselves over the edge. \n\nSo close. \n\nSo close. \n\nIn, out, in, out, that thick frog cock spreading their blue-feathered pussy again and again. Slippy blushed, stuttering something under his breath, but Falco couldn’t even hear it. All that they could focus on was the perpetual sloshing sound between their legs and the building need that kept getting worse. \n\nStronger. \n\nHotter. \n\nThey tried to meet Slippy’s thrusts, their body moving on its own. They couldn’t stop it, and yet – \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nSlippy’s bigger size and the sheer girth of his cock pummeled the falcon right back into the table, keeping them pinned to it. Each time that it went up to the hilt, it felt like they should have been cumming their brains out. Their eyes were rolled so far back that they could only see the insides of their eyelids, and it was almost impossible for them to catch their breath. \n\n“Nnngh…ah…ah…ah…”\n\nSlippy picked up the pace. Falco silently begged, pleading in the back of their mind to be allowed to go over the edge. The hard rut, the big, thick thing inside them, the pleasure that was like an inferno between their legs: it was impossible for them to deal with. It had to end one way or another, it had to, it had – \n\nSquelch. \n\nSquelch. \n\nSquelch. \n\nSlippy came, and he came hard. The sheer [i]volume[/i] of his orgasm felt like a flood on top of Fox’s injection, and it went deep. It wasn’t enough to ‘inflate’ the falcon, but it almost felt like it should have done that from how much there was. They shivered, curling their toes, almost feeling that wall break…\n\nBut no. It still held firm. \n\nSlippy pulled out with a whispered ‘sorry’, but before they could take that any further, Wolf stepped forward. The cocky canine looked down at them with a smirk, his held tilted back and the cybernetic eye glinting. \n\n“On all fours. I think it’s time that we break in that other hole…”\n\n“…You’re not serious…”\n\n“Hey, we’re seeing if we can get you off. You’re not cumming from vaginal, so we might as well see if the other hole gets you off harder.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Do it.”\n\nWith all eyes on them, Falco slowly rolled back onto all fours, tailfeathers raised high. Their face was twisted with humiliation as they realized that this, too, was something that was taken out of their hands, and they had little choice in the matter. It was just one more way that they were a patient, not a person, a subject, not a friend…\n\nA slut…not a teammate. \n\nThe tapered tip of Wolf’s cock slid against their pussy for a moment, grinding into the mess that Slippy had left behind. The brief reminder of the sheer amount of slime down there was enough to keep them aroused, even when the tapered tip slid back up, up, up, between their ass cheeks before nudging against their other hole. \n\n[i]Oh god…[/i]\n\n“Heh, already flexing back here, too?” Wolf muttered, thumbing their pucker. “Looks like I don’t even half to stretch you.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Let’s see if this is the magic you need.”\n\nIt didn’t [i]hurt[/i] as it went in, but there was something far more intense about getting their ass stretched compared to their pussy. They hissed, lowering their head to their arms, and braced themselves as Wolf got started…\n\n#\n\n[i]Two hours later…[/i]\n\nTwo rounds of anal. \n\nSix rounds of vaginal.\n\nTwo spit-roasts. \n\nThirty minutes of getting their pussy eaten. \n\nThe list of debauchery between the three males and the falcon went on and on, and Falco was a sweaty mess at the end of it, whimpering and grinding their pussy against the air. Their arms were pinned in place again, restrained, and the machines around them were beeping like mad as their libido was pushed higher and higher. \n\nShame had gone out the window. There was nothing left but whimpering, fearful need as it felt like their body would burn up, as if they would lose everything if they didn’t get off soon. \n\n“Please, please, get Leon, PLEASE!”\n\nFalco’s screams got them nothing. Fox and Slippy held them down as they shouted and cried, their beak hanging open and their gaping pussy drooling with both their old juices and spent cum. They felt like their lips were on fire, their inner walls tingling and itching with the raw need that had been built up from all the fucking. \n\nEverything they tried had come to nothing. All that was left was the inferno that had been built up over the last few hours, the constant edging, the desperation, and the impending madness. They screamed again, begging for the chameleon, and Wolf sighed. \n\n“And they think that you are the good guys,” Wolf muttered. \n\n“Shut up and help us here!” Fox shouted. \n\n“You know what the bird needs. I’ll get Leon. Looks like the whole thing’s –”\n\n“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Krystal said. \n\nThe blue vixen stood up as Falco kept kicking and flailing. As they tried to throw Fox and Slippy away, as they tried to escape the table and run for the door, the vixen crossed the room with slow steps. She leaned over the side of the table, staring into Falco’s eyes. \n\n“I’ve been studying you this whole time, Falco. I know what you’ve been fighting. You can break this,” she whispered. \n\n“I can’t. I can’t!”\n\n“You can. And if you can break it, even once, then you can do it again. The pheromone lock is not absolute.”\n\n“No, no, I can’t. Please, just – just get Leon. Don’t make me do this! Don’t make me do this!”\n\n“Krystal, what the fuck is going on?” Fox grunted. \n\n“They know.”\n\nThe falcon shook their head. They didn’t want to go there. They didn’t want to even think about going there. If they gave in, if they surrendered to this, if they did [i]anything[/i] – \n\n[i]I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.[/i]\n\nAs Fox and Slippy held them pinned in place, and as Wolf left the room, Krystal leaned forward. She was almost nose to nose with them, staring right into their eyes. \n\n[i]You’re the one standing in the way of your own pleasure, Falco. All you have to do is – \n\nNo, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t!\n\nThat’s what’s keeping you from going over the edge. Part of it is Leon’s modifications, but the one that keeps building up that wall is you. If you can accept this, if you can accept that you want this, then you can get past it. But the more that you fight it, the more that you make it their fault, insist that it’s them forcing them on you, the more that the wall is going to stay right where it is.[/i]\n\nBut if they just gave in – \n\n[i]You can be a slut and be a good pilot,[/i] Krystal whispered, stroking their head. [i]All you have to do is accept it as part of you, not all of you.[/i]\n\nFalco kept shaking their head. It was a step too far. Even thinking about it was terrifying, because it would mean that there was nothing left. There was no victim, just someone that had been given the humiliating thing that they wanted. That – no, no. At least this way, they could be remembered as Falco, the cool pilot, the ace, instead of living on as the slut, the whore, the bitch that craved – \n\n“Nnngh!”\n\nFalco gasped as Krystal shoved a finger inside their tender sex. The vixen kept her eyes on them as she slowly walked around the table, climbing on and forcing Falco’s legs apart. It was a gentle but firm nudge, one that gave her the space to get at Falco’s pussy. The blue-furred vixen smiled up at them, then – \n\n“Mmmph…nngh…”\n\n“Mmm, if you won’t admit what you are…then you can’t truly have what you want…” \n\n“You…stop…”\n\n“Not until you admit it to yourself.”\n\n“Admit what?!” Fox shouted. \n\n“Just let a girl work, hon. I know how to take care of them…better than they know how to take care of themselves…”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Falco is put through the wringer as the rest of the team tries to ‘help’ them past the orgasm barrier. \n\nTags: M/I, Fox McCloud, Fox, Wolf, Wolf O’Donnell, Slippy Toad, Frog, Starfox, Falco Lombardi, Falcon, Series, Bondage, Nudity, Vaginal, Anal, Creampie, Wet, F/I, Krystal, Edging, No Orgasm, Cum, Orgasm, ",
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From Hot-Shot to Sex-Pot Part 7 For Anonymous By Draconicon
Falco eventually managed to find a way to sleep in the awkward bondage that pinned their legs over their head and their arms likewise. It wasn’t comfortable and the falcon woke multiple times to moderate muscle complaints, but they were eventually able to sleep. The fact that they had finally been allowed to cum with Leon’s pheromones meant that they were able to sleep more restfully outside of that; the momentary fulfillment of their sexual needs meant that they weren’t plagued with needful dreams, and that was a relief that went beyond the merely physical.
However, all things must come to an end, and when morning came, their oblivion and respite from their wants ended. Falco opened their eyes, staring at the metal ceiling as the memories of the previous day came rushing in. They closed their eyes again, taking a few deep breaths and clenching their jaw. Turning their head in a vain attempt to hide from the past, they couldn’t help but relive it instead.
Filled with a dildo.
Stared at as they were used.
Cumming in front of their former friends and teammates.
Nothing but a thing to be fixed.
Falco’s humiliation rose again, a sickly feeling in the pit of their stomach that had turned into something else. It went from a burn merely in their face to one that fluttered between their pussy lips.
How shameful, their humiliation whispered. How shameful that the once-great pilot is nothing more than a slit for men to drop their loads. How humiliating that you’re not going to be able to fly again. How embarrassing that they saw how much you enjoyed it…and how much you wanted them to keep staring.
If they weren’t sure that someone would come to see them soon, Falco might very well have burst into tears at the thought. They clenched their eyes shut all the tighter, forcing the wetness back, and shook their head.
I’m still…I’m still…
What? A slut? A whore? Someone that didn’t like what they were going through?
If I like it, I’ll never stop…
Krystal’s words lingered from the day before, echoing in the back of their mind.
I think a part of you likes this. And the part of you that doesn’t is making it harder by pretending that doesn’t exist.
Shaking their head, the falcon pushed the memory of her words to the side. There was nothing to be gained by embracing that. If they ever admitted that they wanted this, then the last bit of their pride would disappear. If they ever gave in, if they ever became the full slut that Leon wanted them to be…
I can’t…I can’t…
Shnickt.
Falco turned to the open door. Fox stepped through, the other man wearing what might have been a smile in better circumstances. As it was, it looked like the shadow of a grimace, something that a skull would wear instead of a person. The other pilot sat down at the side of the table, looking anywhere but at the falcon.
Somehow, that was worse than being stared at. It made him feel like Fox couldn’t see this part of him, wouldn’t accept it, and…
If he can’t accept this, then if I can’t be fixed…
Talk. He had to talk. The silence was so much worse.
“So…how long did you end up banging Krystal after that show?” Falco asked.
“…Heh. We didn’t feel comfortable enough for that,” Fox said after a moment, looking off to the side with a rueful smile. “Though I think she would have been up for it, even with the cameras around the room.”
“Heh, too afraid to give Wolf a good show?”
“Some of us like to keep it in our pants.”
“Yeah…and some of us don’t have a choice.”
“…Low blow, man. Low blow.”
“I know, I know,” Falco muttered, already regretting what they’d said.
It had come out before they’d meant to say it, but it was no less true for that. They were trying to make it normal, but there was too much anger, too much venom under everything for them to be able to keep it that way. Just thinking about the fact that Fox actually had a choice about fucking while the falcon didn’t was enough to set their beak on edge, and – well, there it was. The anger just…popped out.
“Sorry,” Falco muttered.
“It’s alright. I guess…we’re both higher-strung than we want to be.”
“Heh, look who’s talking,” Falco muttered, wiggling the restraints holding their limbs up.
“Yeaaaah, I’ll talk to Wolf about getting those loosened, at least. That’s…hard to look at, I’m not going to lie. But I bet it’s even worse to be in.”
“Why don’t you see if you can find a set for you and Krystal and figure out for yourself, heh.” Falco sighed. “I don’t know what the hell is going on. I don’t even know why you came back for me after I fucked up that bad.”
“Because you’re part of the crew.”
“Fox…that can’t be all of it. I mean…I ran off. You rescued me, and I ran off, and –”
“And you’re still part of the team. You’re still the asshole that can keep up with me, you’re still the jerk that keeps me on my toes, and you’re an insanely good pilot that none of us want to see disappear.”
“…Yeah? And what happens if I can’t keep up anymore, after everything that Leon did to me?”
“You will.”
“But what if I can’t?”
They didn’t expect Fox to have an answer to that, and this time, his long-time friend didn’t. The vulpine commander looked down at him, obviously trying to find something to say, but nothing passed his lips. For all that Fox wanted to comfort them – and Falco was smart enough to be able to tell that was what Fox was trying to do – there was no way for him to get the words out. There was nothing to say.
Falco knew that they were on the team almost entirely through talent. There was some friendship with Fox, yes, but they and Peppy were very much at each other’s throats most of the time, and Slippy and them…well, the kindest thing that you could call that was ‘bullying,’ and Falco doubted that the frog had the most incentive to get them fixed up and back on the team. There was nothing there if they couldn’t keep up in the sky, and with the burning urges that kept coming back, there was no way that anyone could trust them in the sky.
Not with them being more likely to hump the joystick than use it.
They shivered as the idea actually struck a chord, and the humiliating image of mounting the control stick in the cockpit was burned into their brain. Their pussy clenched ever so slightly, not enough to be visible – they hoped – but certainly more than enough to feel. They turned their head to the side.
“So…what are you going to try?” they managed to ask. “You and Wolf…you were talking about that, I think? I can’t remember everything from yesterday, but it sounded like you two were trying to figure out what the hell you were going to…”
“Oh, uh…yeah,” Fox nodded. “There was, um…there was the idea that Krystal had last night. That you were trying to cum, that you wanted to cum. And once you did, there was this whole…I don’t remember the terminology that they were using, but it was like you were able to calm down after that. That you were back to normal, even if it wasn’t for very long. So, we’re going to see if there’s a way to get you over that edge without using Leon, or needing the chameleon around.”
“…Is…there anything else to the test?” Falco asked, hoping that they didn’t sound as desperate as they felt.
“Heh, I wish. I mean, trust me, I’m not so…into this…as you might think –”
“Yeah, you never struck me as the type to fuck a guy…even if that’s not exactly what I am anymore…”
“Yeah, I…I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to make that work myself. It’s not really what any of us had in mind for trying to get you back, but the way that we’re seeing it, the biggest issue is whether you can come down from that ledge or not. If we just take you away from Star Wolf and Leon in particular, it’s like locking you up and torturing you every day, leaving you in heat and screaming for a relief that’ll never come. And as much as we want to help, I think…well, maybe I’m wrong, but to me, that sounds like you’d start hating us before long if you were kept from…getting that relief, yeah?”
All Falco had to do was think about the way that they’d been squirming and begging Wolf in the short time before Fox had turned up to know that their wingmate was right. That had only been a few days; if they’d needed to go more than that – if they’d gone even a week without getting off – then the heat that burned between their legs would have driven them mad. They would have needed to be tied down, locked up, and smothered in all kinds of restraints to keep from hurting themselves or others in their desperation. Whatever was left of the ace pilot that they used to be would have burned up in the hormonal inferno that never got any relief, and Falco didn’t know how long they would have been able to last.
“You’re not wrong,” Falco whispered.
“So, the first thing that we need to find out is if we can…give you what you need, for lack of a better way of putting it,” Fox said, leaning forward on his chair and resting his chin in his hands. “If we can get you off – and trust me when I say that I never thought I’d be saying something like that to you –”
“Trust me, I never thought I’d be hearing it.”
“Glad we’re in the same boat. But if we can get you…what you need, and all that, then that means that there’s a point in bringing you home. There’s a point in seeing if we can push the boundaries and see what can be done. Because if we can’t – if you’re really locked down with Leon’s pheromones – then there’s not much we can do without making life worse. As much as I want to save you – and I really do – I don’t know what else can be done. Not after seeing what we saw last night.”
Which had probably been something really sneaky done by Wolf, now that Falco thought about it. Showing them at their weakest, revealing the raw need that had been building up for days, how wet they were, how pathetic they were…it was a perfect display of the sort of pointless rescue that the whole operation was.
Even Falco believed it, and they were aware of the level of theater that was being put on. No wonder Fox was debating things now when he had been so sure when he’d all but kicked the door in on arrival.
“So…how…”
“Well…”
“…Wait. You’re not –” Falco grunted, lifting their head off the table. “You’re not going to actually –”
“Well, we know toys don’t work, so…we’re going to have to try something a little more…intense.”
“…Fucking hell…”
“Slippy’s coming down for a more thorough investigation, and, um…we’re inviting Wolf to try and…do this too…”
“Don’t I get any say in this?!”
“Falco…do you want to get out of this or not?”
It was such a stupid question. They stared at their friend, their wingmate, beak clicking as they sputtered to try and say something, anything.
Of course they wanted out of this .Of course they wanted to get better, but at the same time, what the hell were they supposed to say? That they were looking forward to getting railed by people that they weren’t actually interested in? That they were looking forward to being treated like a cock-sock by Fox, Slippy, Wolf, and who knew how many others?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
To mate matters worse, there was some interest, and that was what made Falco angrier beyond anything else. Once more, their body was betraying them, throbbing and swelling down below, and they could feel the juices already starting to flow from between their legs, running down from their exposed pussy to their asshole. It was one more way that they couldn’t do what they used to, and they turned away, their cheeks burning.
“I’m sorry –”
“Are you? Doesn’t sound like it…”
“Look. I don’t want to –”
“But you will, won’t you?” Falco asked, staring at the wall. “You’ll get yourself nice and hard, and then you’ll dick me down, because it’s something to be fixed. And I’m going to just have to take it.”
“…It’s not fun from my end, either.”
“Yeah, but who do you think is going to get off from it?”
Fox had no answer. Falco didn’t expect him to.
#
Falco’s line-up was assembled two hours later. Fox was at the front of it, with Slippy behind him, and Wolf behind him. All three were bottomless, but Falco deliberately didn’t let themself look at the other men. They didn’t want to see how hard or soft any of them were, or what was going to be on-offer. What they wanted was for this to be done as fast as possible so they could forget that this had happened in the first place.
They’d been rolled onto their stomach due to Fox’s ‘preference’ for a doggy-style position. In their current mood, Falco could only imagine it was because Fox didn’t want to look down and remember who he was fucking. That was probably the best reason for wanting to look down at them this way, thinking of them as just one more pussy to be fucked. A groupie or something, some new little hole that –
“Mmmph…”
A cooling feeling trickled down the back of their mind, and Falco glanced at the corner of the room. Krystal was watching from there, seated with her flight suit sealed up and everything covered. On display, admittedly, because that rubber garment hid nothing, but completely covered up. Her eyes met theirs, and Falco felt the gentle pressure of her in their mind, nudging at them.
Don’t be so angry. They’re really trying to help.
Without asking.
You don’t have a better idea. I looked.
…
And besides, that’s not the real problem, is it?
Falco looked away, but the pressure of her in their mind didn’t just fade. Because of course it didn’t. There was no way that it would, not with a question like that tingling away.
They didn’t want to think about what the other reasons they’d be upset about this was. If it had anything to do with what they’d talked about last night, then Falco really didn’t want to think about it, because it would mean that they were…interested in this. That they wanted to get fucked and used and…
The falcon lowered their head to their hands as Fox stepped up and grabbed their hips. A half-hard cock rose up quickly as the pressure left their heads and probably went to the pilot behind them. The little ‘spring’ and smack of a hard cock-head against their pussy told Falco that Krystal had probably done something to help Fox get it up for the treatment, getting around any little issues that the other man might have had.
Nudge, nudge, nudge. The shaft kept nudging right between the falcon’s legs, pushing against their pussy lips and their clit, seeking the entrance blindly. Falco didn’t say a word, despite the fact that they were getting wetter and wetter.
That’s just Leon’s drug, just the addiction, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean that I want this. It’s just…it’s just what they’re making me be.
But there was something so satisfying when Fox finally popped the head of his cock between their pussy lips and –
Squelch.
Falco clenched their beak tight enough to hurt. The heat of that rigid rod sliding inside was just what their body needed, even if their mind wanted nothing to do with it. They huffed despite themselves, leaning their head down and just taking it as Fox edged deeper and deeper. It wasn’t so thick as the big cock that Wolf had rammed in the day before, and they could feel that there was a little ‘looseness’ back there, but…well, it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all.
Fox gripped their hips tighter, pulling them back, starting to rut them harder. Each thrust was faster than the last until he was all but jackhammering their way in, and Falco almost bit their tongue from the sheer bliss that came from each sheathing penetration. Fox’s balls against their clit wasn’t bad, either, and their hands curled into fists as they felt their pleasure rising at a near-record speed.
“Nnngh…mmmph…mmmph…”
Falco’s little grunts escaped their beak despite their best efforts, but Fox was almost as loud. It was so different from being rutted by Wolf; there was less pure strength back there and more of a sense of speed. In, out, in, out, faster and harder and so very deep. In, out, in, out –
“Looks like you got a pretty ass yourself there, Fox.”
Falco blinked at the sudden stiffening inside their pussy at that. Was that –
“Wolf, let’s not make any distractions, shall we?” Krystal said from the corner of the room. “Or I’ll have to give you a very interesting little…treatment…when it’s your turn.”
“Heh, fair enough. Just saying, pretty boy’s got a pretty ass.”
Fox grunted, leaning forward over Falco and pressing himself all the closer. Despite the brief break in the session, Falco was surprised to feel just how stiff their former wingmate was. They’d never imagined Fox would have been interested in that, but one little comment had him thrusting away harder than ever. It actually had Falco gasping under their breath, their beak open as they were pinned down harder to the table than they had been just a moment ago.
In, out, in, out. There was something so much better about a real cock than a toy, but –
Not because I want it…because I have to…I don’t want this…I don’t want this…
But their body loved it. Their cheeks burned from how wet they were, how their body was clenching down hard around Fox’s cock and pulling it in as deep as it would go. The wet squelches as it went in and out, in and out, were so much louder than they remembered the sound being before.
In.
Out.
In.
Fox grunted, burying his face in the bird’s feathers as he came. Falco could feel the fox’s sac rising, pulling up against their clit for a moment before the heat came spilling out. There was a surge of want, need, and desperate nearness of their orgasm. Their fingers clenched against the table, feeling like they might…might…might…
But they didn’t. The wall between them and orgasm was just too powerful. They were so fucking close, fucking close, but it just wasn’t enough without the pheromones.
Fox pulled out. Before Falco could catch their breath, Slippy patted their hips, and the frog’s broad hand was…strange. Soft, gentle…almost intimate in a way that the falcon hadn’t been expecting at all.
“Could you, uh, roll onto your back?”
“Why?”
“I, um, like missionary.”
“…Fine.”
It wasn’t as bad on their knees and elbows, but it was still more than a little weird to look up at the frog as the other man slowly crawled over them. Slippy was not a slender man, and there was a lot of jiggle here and there with the mechanic of the team. He was burning red in the cheeks, clearly not ready for what was going to happen, but at the same time –
Squelch.
Falco hissed through their beak as the first thrust happened. Even as Slippy yelped, muttering about the tightness, the bird was focused more on the fact that Slippy had a cock that was as thick as a beer can. It wasn’t particularly long – not even as long as Fox’s – but it was wid enough that they could feel it all but splitting them open down there. Even the knotting hadn’t been quite so intense as that.
“Well, go on,” Wolf said, slapping Slippy’s ass.
As the frog yelped and thrust forward, that thick cock plunged deep, as well. Falco’s beak was left spread wide, their eyes rolling back as they stared straight up. Fox had been an amazing opening act, but Slippy had something that was…so good. The frog’s technique was shit – he was already losing his rhythm, and he was gasping like a fish out of water – but that thick cock was something else.
In, out, in, out, each thrust accompanied by a wet sound of flesh on flesh, of cock plunging deep and of Slippy’s own large size pressing against them. They couldn’t help but shiver, their thighs spreading further and further as their body bent to desires that were forced on them –
Or are they? No, no, I’m not…I’m not…
Falco whimpered as they were fucked, feeling their pleasure already slamming against that wall once more. The urge to cum was right there. They were getting pummeled so good, their pussy getting stretched just how they needed, and yet, they still couldn’t get themselves over the edge.
So close.
So close.
In, out, in, out, that thick frog cock spreading their blue-feathered pussy again and again. Slippy blushed, stuttering something under his breath, but Falco couldn’t even hear it. All that they could focus on was the perpetual sloshing sound between their legs and the building need that kept getting worse.
Stronger.
Hotter.
They tried to meet Slippy’s thrusts, their body moving on its own. They couldn’t stop it, and yet –
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Slippy’s bigger size and the sheer girth of his cock pummeled the falcon right back into the table, keeping them pinned to it. Each time that it went up to the hilt, it felt like they should have been cumming their brains out. Their eyes were rolled so far back that they could only see the insides of their eyelids, and it was almost impossible for them to catch their breath.
“Nnngh…ah…ah…ah…”
Slippy picked up the pace. Falco silently begged, pleading in the back of their mind to be allowed to go over the edge. The hard rut, the big, thick thing inside them, the pleasure that was like an inferno between their legs: it was impossible for them to deal with. It had to end one way or another, it had to, it had –
Squelch.
Squelch.
Squelch.
Slippy came, and he came hard. The sheer volume of his orgasm felt like a flood on top of Fox’s injection, and it went deep. It wasn’t enough to ‘inflate’ the falcon, but it almost felt like it should have done that from how much there was. They shivered, curling their toes, almost feeling that wall break…
But no. It still held firm.
Slippy pulled out with a whispered ‘sorry’, but before they could take that any further, Wolf stepped forward. The cocky canine looked down at them with a smirk, his held tilted back and the cybernetic eye glinting.
“On all fours. I think it’s time that we break in that other hole…”
“…You’re not serious…”
“Hey, we’re seeing if we can get you off. You’re not cumming from vaginal, so we might as well see if the other hole gets you off harder.”
“…”
“Do it.”
With all eyes on them, Falco slowly rolled back onto all fours, tailfeathers raised high. Their face was twisted with humiliation as they realized that this, too, was something that was taken out of their hands, and they had little choice in the matter. It was just one more way that they were a patient, not a person, a subject, not a friend…
A slut…not a teammate.
The tapered tip of Wolf’s cock slid against their pussy for a moment, grinding into the mess that Slippy had left behind. The brief reminder of the sheer amount of slime down there was enough to keep them aroused, even when the tapered tip slid back up, up, up, between their ass cheeks before nudging against their other hole.
Oh god…
“Heh, already flexing back here, too?” Wolf muttered, thumbing their pucker. “Looks like I don’t even half to stretch you.”
“Mmmph…”
“Let’s see if this is the magic you need.”
It didn’t hurt as it went in, but there was something far more intense about getting their ass stretched compared to their pussy. They hissed, lowering their head to their arms, and braced themselves as Wolf got started…
#
Two hours later…
Two rounds of anal.
Six rounds of vaginal.
Two spit-roasts.
Thirty minutes of getting their pussy eaten.
The list of debauchery between the three males and the falcon went on and on, and Falco was a sweaty mess at the end of it, whimpering and grinding their pussy against the air. Their arms were pinned in place again, restrained, and the machines around them were beeping like mad as their libido was pushed higher and higher.
Shame had gone out the window. There was nothing left but whimpering, fearful need as it felt like their body would burn up, as if they would lose everything if they didn’t get off soon.
“Please, please, get Leon, PLEASE!”
Falco’s screams got them nothing. Fox and Slippy held them down as they shouted and cried, their beak hanging open and their gaping pussy drooling with both their old juices and spent cum. They felt like their lips were on fire, their inner walls tingling and itching with the raw need that had been built up from all the fucking.
Everything they tried had come to nothing. All that was left was the inferno that had been built up over the last few hours, the constant edging, the desperation, and the impending madness. They screamed again, begging for the chameleon, and Wolf sighed.
“And they think that you are the good guys,” Wolf muttered.
“Shut up and help us here!” Fox shouted.
“You know what the bird needs. I’ll get Leon. Looks like the whole thing’s –”
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Krystal said.
The blue vixen stood up as Falco kept kicking and flailing. As they tried to throw Fox and Slippy away, as they tried to escape the table and run for the door, the vixen crossed the room with slow steps. She leaned over the side of the table, staring into Falco’s eyes.
“I’ve been studying you this whole time, Falco. I know what you’ve been fighting. You can break this,” she whispered.
“I can’t. I can’t!”
“You can. And if you can break it, even once, then you can do it again. The pheromone lock is not absolute.”
“No, no, I can’t. Please, just – just get Leon. Don’t make me do this! Don’t make me do this!”
“Krystal, what the fuck is going on?” Fox grunted.
“They know.”
The falcon shook their head. They didn’t want to go there. They didn’t want to even think about going there. If they gave in, if they surrendered to this, if they did anything –
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
As Fox and Slippy held them pinned in place, and as Wolf left the room, Krystal leaned forward. She was almost nose to nose with them, staring right into their eyes.
You’re the one standing in the way of your own pleasure, Falco. All you have to do is –
No, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t!
That’s what’s keeping you from going over the edge. Part of it is Leon’s modifications, but the one that keeps building up that wall is you. If you can accept this, if you can accept that you want this, then you can get past it. But the more that you fight it, the more that you make it their fault, insist that it’s them forcing them on you, the more that the wall is going to stay right where it is.
But if they just gave in –
You can be a slut and be a good pilot, Krystal whispered, stroking their head. All you have to do is accept it as part of you, not all of you.
Falco kept shaking their head. It was a step too far. Even thinking about it was terrifying, because it would mean that there was nothing left. There was no victim, just someone that had been given the humiliating thing that they wanted. That – no, no. At least this way, they could be remembered as Falco, the cool pilot, the ace, instead of living on as the slut, the whore, the bitch that craved –
“Nnngh!”
Falco gasped as Krystal shoved a finger inside their tender sex. The vixen kept her eyes on them as she slowly walked around the table, climbing on and forcing Falco’s legs apart. It was a gentle but firm nudge, one that gave her the space to get at Falco’s pussy. The blue-furred vixen smiled up at them, then –
“Mmmph…nngh…”
“Mmm, if you won’t admit what you are…then you can’t truly have what you want…”
“You…stop…”
“Not until you admit it to yourself.”
“Admit what?!” Fox shouted.
“Just let a girl work, hon. I know how to take care of them…better than they know how to take care of themselves…”
The End
Summary: Falco is put through the wringer as the rest of the team tries to ‘help’ them past the orgasm barrier.