[b][u][center]Falco Falling Far 2 For Limemas By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Falco hoped to last at least a week before Leon’s temptations started to affect him. He managed to last until that night. Fox had come down for their usual session after the day was over, the captain of the crew grinning as he walked in. He was swaying his ass, having gone so far as to put on a skirt since they were alone on the ship that night. It was a treat for the dom in the bird, and he knew it, even knew that his friend was trying to make up for the alley in some way. And if it hadn’t been for the fact that the pheasant had gone and gotten some Viagra from ROB, it wouldn’t have done a damn thing for him. He would have just been staring at some guy that didn’t turn him on at all. “You like?” Fox asked as he spun in place. “Yeah…” There was no lie in his voice, but Falco could still feel it. “It’s a pretty hot look on you, bitch.” Fox blushed, but that skirt only seemed to go up higher, showing off a rump that could have belonged to a vixen and a dick that really, really belonged in a pair of panties. The fact that there was no scent on the air, no pheromones to tug at his cock and make his asshole twitch, should have been a relief for the bird. Instead, their lack was nearly enough to keep his cock flat. He had to drag out the thoughts of what Leon had done to him to get the damn thing even half-hard at the display. Even as he stood up, marching across his room to grab his lover, he kept thinking of how it felt to have Leon under his tail, to have that damn, cheating chameleon pinning [i]him[/i] to the wall and using his ass as nothing more than a cocksleeve. For all that the pheasant was a dom with his wingmate… But was he? Was he, anymore? He was going through the motions, and Fox was making the usual pants and gasps under him, but was he really thinking about what he was doing? Falco muttered something, calling Fox a ‘vixen’ again, feeling the vulpine pilot clenching down on the feathery finger that he shoved up that eager pucker, but he wasn’t [i]there[/i] for it. [i]Damn it, Leon, what did you do to me?[/i] Gritting his beak, Falco grabbed hold of his wingmate’s hips, pulling them back against his crotch, HARD. The sudden penetration, the wet, slippery grasp of a pre-lubed ass around his cock was almost enough to make him enjoy it again, but he could feel himself forcing the sex. It wasn’t [i]fun[/i] the way that it was supposed to be. This was him fulfilling an obligation, rutting his wingmate, getting it done so that Fox would leave him alone rather than because he wanted to put his lover in his place. Every time he slammed in, he could feel those soft cheeks shaking, a jiggle and a grip around his dick, and every time he pulled back, he saw Fox’s ass gripping him, pulling at him, trying to drag him deeper. It made his cock look big. But even then, he could [i]see[/i] Leon’s cock overlaid on top of his, the chameleon’s dick that much bigger, that much more…powerful. It sent a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the way that Fox was leaning against the wall, panting and whimpering and moaning like the bitch he was. Shaking his head, Falco pulled on his lover’s tail, yanking it up, holding it out of the way to take a good look at his cock popping in and out of Fox’s asshole. In and out, in and out, his shaft spreading that pink rim nice and wide. His bitch was moaning like a good ‘girl,’ panting and shivering. “You like that, huh, you slut?” he grunted as he picked up the pace. “You want to feel your master cum in you again? Mark you like the slut you are?” “Mmmph…you’re s-so much…rougher…oh god…oh god…” The damn bitch was enjoying it more than he’d expected. For all that Fox protested in public, the rough stuff was what he wanted. Wanted to be used, just didn’t want to be exposed. Grunting, Falco grabbed his communicator from the nightstand nearby, holding it up. He pressed a button as he pulled back, as he slid in, as he pulled back again. “Better make sure that you keep me happy, bitch, or you’re gonna see what happens when everyone online finds out what a fuck toy you are.” “Oh god…oh god!” He didn’t think that Fox could get any tighter, but he did. That sudden squeeze nearly pulled his foreskin right off his cock, holding it back as he managed a couple more humps. Fox moaned under him, the bitch cumming all over the floor, while Falco… Falco didn’t cum at all. He pretended, sure. He made all the right sounds, even made a few jerking thrusts to stir up the pre in the other man, but it wasn’t enough to actually get him off. As his wingmate moaned under him, the bird realized just how fucked he was. [i]Leon, what the hell did you do to me?![/i] As his lover slid off his cock, panting hard and pulling at the edge of his skirt to cover himself, Falco did his best to pretend that he’d just cum as well. He stopped thinking about staying hard, and the Viagra sure wasn’t enough to keep his dick standing up after that. It went soft, his balls churning painfully hard, but he kept the discomfort off his face. There was no need for Fox to know that he had just pushed himself right to the edge the way that he had. No need for his wingmate to know that he’d had to fake cumming in one of the hotter asses in the Cornerian system. [i]Fuck…fuck…[/i] “Mmmph…that was…amazing, Falco,” his friend said. “God…I didn’t think you could…wow. That was probably the roughest you’ve ever gone.” “Hmmph. You deserved it, bitch.” “You’re going to delete those photos, right?” “Yeah, yeah…” “Thanks. Anyway, time for me to get some shut-eye. It’s late, and we might have a mission tomorrow.” And just like that, they were back to the usual. No thinking about what they were going to do next, no asking if he was okay. Get fucked, get gone. That was how Fox operated, it seemed, and there was no making him stop. [i]Ugh…if I wasn’t already tempted…[/i] If Leon hadn’t become part of the equation, he might very well have just had it out with his boss. He had made it on his own as a mercenary before. Sure, it didn’t have the same name recognition when he wasn’t part of the team, but he had made enough of a name for himself to survive without having to rely on Fox’s reputation. If it had exploded that badly, he could have gone off on his own and gotten a bitch that appreciated the work he put in. But now, with what that chameleon had done, it felt like any sort of break-up would be admitting that [i]he[/i] was the bitch. And that… Falco’s asshole twitched, and his cock did the same. The bird glared down at his groin. “Oh, now you want to play.” It twitched again, almost as if mocking him. “Fuck you.” Groaning, he flopped back on his bed, looking at the pictures on his communicator. They were high-def, as all pics taken with it tended to be. They were military grade, meant to capture the perfect detail on everything that they saw. Anything less could mean death. So, there was no surprise that his cock was stretching out that asshole, that it was as good as seeing it for himself. And there was no question that it was Fox, either. Those boots down on the floor were never worn by anyone else. [i]Hmmph…[/i] The temptation to post them rather than delete them was stronger than he expected. It might just teach his boss a lesson with his whole ‘love and run’ style of doing things. Not making sure that everything was okay could end up with some serious pain. His finger hovered over the ‘upload’ button… And then slid away. He didn’t delete them, but he couldn’t bring himself to go that far. Not even as pissed off as he felt. Just as he was about to toss it away, the communicator started ringing. Grumbling, he put it to his ear and tapped the button. “Hello?” “[i]Hello, my feathery friend.[/i]” “Leon?! How the fuck did you –” “[i]You should be more careful leaving your gadgets around your room when you invite someone over. Someone might lift the number without you noticing.[/i]” “Fucking hell, what do you want?” “[i]I want to see if you’re still such a bitch as you were last time. Why don’t you come down to my place, hmm?[/i]” “Forget it. That was a one-time thing. I ain’t in the mood to see your ugly mug.” “[i]Mmm, who said you’d be looking at my mug? I’m thinking you want to see something else…[/i]” “…No.” “[i]Coward.[/i]” “What was that, you asshole?!” “[i]I called you a coward, birdbrain. I thought that even you could understand the word, or do I need to spell it out for you?[/i]” “You want to call me a coward? You say it to my face.” “[i]Then come down here and let me do it.[/i]” “Fine! What’s the address?” It wasn’t until he was walking out the door that he understood how easily he’d been manipulated. Didn’t stop him, though. # Leon’s address was in a surprisingly classy sort of place. Not much more than an apartment, but one of the high-rise ones that looked out over the city, the sort with glass walls that gave the rich guys a chance to look down their noses on everyone. Not his style, but hey, it was something that people liked. Falco stepped out of the elevator, still in his flight jumpsuit, and found the chameleon waiting for him, grinning, leaning on the doorway into the apartment. “So, you finally showed up. And I was thinking I’d have to find you on the streets.” “Can it, scale-breath. I’m just here to prove a point.” “And what’s that point, hmm, featherbrain?” “That I ain’t a coward. You wanna try calling me one again?” “No, not at all.” But the chameleon continued smirking. “No, I was gonna call you…” “What? What were you gonna call me, huh?” Falco grunted, marching forward and pulling up his sleeves. “Because if you’re gonna spout more bullshit, I swear –” “Slut.” The pheasant stopped in his tracks, his eyes going wide. “…What did you call me?” “What you are. Or, heh, what you’re going to be.” As the bird sputtered, the chameleon unzipped his pants, fishing out his cock. Just like last time, the sheer size of it shocked him, leaving him staring at it, and just like last time, the scent filled the air almost immediately. The heady musk was underlined with the pheromones from last time, pheromones that immediately jerked his cock up and made it hard and stiff in his flight suit. He panted under his breath, trying not to, trying not to suck in even more of those powerful chemicals, but it was next to impossible. Leon stepped forward, the reptile’s cock slowly getting harder and harder, stiffer and longer as it pressed against the crotch of his suit. “You’re gonna be a slut. More specifically, featherbrain, you’re going to be [i]my[/i] slut.” “Ain’t…gonna happen…” “So you say. But come inside.” He didn’t have a choice. Not if he didn’t want someone to ask questions if they popped out of their room. Not with the hunger blooming in his ass. The bird followed the chameleon through the door of his penthouse, stepping into the glass-walled room. At no point did Leon bother to pull his pants back up or tuck his dick away. If anything, he seemed to flaunt it all the more. “What do you want, huh? You ain’t getting my ass again.” “Something tells me, birdbrain, I will.” “I just had sex.” “Heh, but did you get fucked?” “…” “I know what you need, Falco. And I’m going to give it to you…” Leon turned, sitting down on one of the leather couches in the room. The chameleon smirked as he rested one arm on the top of it, the other going down and cupping his balls, forcing his cock forward that much more. Damn, it was a monster, the head shiny behind the foreskin as it was pulled down, the pheromones in the air making the bird’s head spin. “But only if you ask nicely.” “You son of a bitch. You’re gonna make me beg?” “Only if you [i]really[/i] want it.” The bird opened and closed his beak, sputtering furiously. He was so…so… He didn’t know what he was, but he knew he was fucking angry, and more than fucking horny. His asshole was clenching hard under his tail feathers, begging him to do something, to put something inside of him, and he knew from experience that Leon’s cock would satisfy every fucking itch he had. “Why me?” Falco muttered. “Hmmm? Did you say something?” “I said, why me? Why do you want to fuck with me?” “Is it really that hard to wrap your head around?” The chameleon chuckled. “Of course it is. You were never one for brains.” “You fucking –” “Language.” Falco glared as Leon flicked his cock back and forth, giving it a few strokes and muddying the air further. “Or you don’t get this.” “…” “Good boy, hehehe. Why? Because you and yours decided to break us apart.” “You were criminals.” “We did what we needed to do to survive. Wolf fought, I experimented. And it worked out for the Cornerian system most of the time. But then you decided, no, everyone needed to be a law-abiding citizen. No more gray fighters. No more mercenaries that’d do the rough, dirty jobs like us. “You broke us up. But now…now we’re going to show each and every one of [i]you[/i] what happens when you mess with us.” “Mmmph…you mean…” “I’m coming after you…Wolf is going after Fox…Pigma and Andrew? Who knows…but nobody is safe…” Falco’s eyes went wide. He started to turn – “Stop.” He froze in place, his cock stiffening as he obeyed, his asshole puckering like mad. “Take off the suit, birdbrain. I didn’t ask you here so I could fuck that.” Much as he strained against it, Falco could feel his arms reaching up to the zipper at the back of the suit. He clenched his jaws, tensed his muscles to try and fight it, but no matter what he did, his hands kept moving. As soon as they touched the zipper, it was like his resistance dropped. They moved smoothly down, and his body stepped out of the flight suit, his feathers flaring up a bit. “Mmm, looks like you’re a bigger slut than I thought. Going commando; you must be all sweaty.” He was, particularly around his cock and balls. He’d barely had a chance to wash Fox off of his cock before coming out, and it still ached with need, his balls churning worse and worse with every breath he took. “Come on, bird-brain. Give me a show. Bend over.” “Eat – Nnngh!” He was going to say something angry, but his body was already obeying, his cock throbbing as he leaned forward, as his tail feathers went up. He could feel the cool air against his rear end, feel the breath of wind stirring through the apartment. Worst of all, he could feel his fingers digging into his ass cheeks, parting them, spreading them. “Nnngh…what did you…why?” “You didn’t think it was [i]just[/i] to turn you on, did you? I paid a great deal of money for this implant. It spreads pheromones of lust…and submission.” “I ain’t a slave!” “You don’t have to be. If you’re even [i]slightly[/i] interested in it, then this will bring it out. You were so [i]tired[/i] of what you were getting. Nobody taking care of you. Well, I’ll take care of your needs…if you take care of mine.” “I’m not signing up under you!” “You don’t have a choice.” Leon was closer than he had been, Falco just realized. His voice was louder, nearer, and that meant – “Nnngh!” His hands were pinned to his own ass cheeks as Leon grabbed him from behind, the chameleon slowly pushing him forward. He could feel that slippery, hot cock pressed between his cheeks again, but this time, he was even more helpless than last time. The pheromones had him completely at their mercy, and his cock was spitting in his face as he was forced to stay bent over, getting saturated in his own juices. It was hot, wet, messy, and his cheeks burned at just how [i]good[/i] that felt for some horribly wrong reason. And that cock at his asshole, that feeling of heat and wetness rubbing against his pucker… “Mmmph…” “You see, the changes are already working through you, birdbrain. Or should I say –” Pop. It was such a small, easy thing that Falco almost didn’t realize that it had been done. His asshole was penetrated, filled to the brim from behind, and his frown had flipped upside-down as soon as it happened. “Slut.” “Nnngh…mmmph…” “It feels good, doesn’t it? Much, much better than it should.” Falco’s legs started shaking, and he would have fallen over if it wasn’t for the slender but strong arms that wrapped around him. The pheasant was carried across the room, his ass sinking further and further down on the cock inside of him, and the further it went, the more it messed with his head. [i]Oh god…oh god…[/i] His dick twitched as he was stuffed with half of Leon’s uncut dick, feeling it throbbing, twitching, spitting inside of him. It was so deep already, and it still had so long to go. Leon’s slippery tongue worked along his neck, dragging along the back before moving along the side. It was slimy and wet, but it kept on going, tracing a line through his feathers until it had wrapped all the way around his neck. As they approached the window that overlooked the city, Falco could see himself. He was a mess, dripping wet from his dick and soaked with his own pre-cum across his belly and balls. His legs were spread wide, Leon’s hands under his knees keeping him from sliding any further down. His entire body ached, needing more… And the tongue around his neck… [i]It looks like…like a collar…[/i] Somehow, that mental image almost pushed him over the edge, his eyes rolling back in their sockets and his taloned toes curling. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was shoved against the cold window right after, he might have done just that. “Nnngh! Gah!” He squirmed, but he was weak. Too weak. Far too weak to actually break free of that grip, now. His cheeks burned as he was ground forward, his cock pressed against the glass and Leon’s body pressed firmly against his back. The heat of the reptile and the coldness of the glass sandwiched him in a weird sort of sensation, but that wasn’t the only thing. They were pressed right against a window, overlooking all of Corneria City, and there were many buildings around that had people out on the balconies, many that could very easily look up and see him getting fucked. “Leon, you…you bastard! Let me – Nnngh!” Another thrust, this time right over his prostate, and the bird did cum. He moaned, his feathery fingers fanning out as he blasted his seed over the glass. One thrust. All it had taken was one thrust. “Were you saying something, featherhead?” “Nnnngh.” “You’re going to break, eventually. It’s just a matter of when.” “Try…try it…you bitch…” “Oh, I plan to. I want to see you smear this entire wall by the time I’m done with you.” And he could feel that it was going to happen. That was the worst part about it; Falco knew that it was entirely possible that he would break, shatter, completely be reworked by that dick in his ass. Even feeling it sliding out, he could feel the emptiness that it was leaving behind, the effects that it had had on his body. [i]Just…make him work for it…if you can hold out –[/i] “AAAAAAAGH!” He screamed as that dick went right back in, stretching his ass out, leaving it warm – no, [i]hot![/i] – right around the rim. The pheasant gasped for air as it took one, two, three thrusts before he was cumming again, painting the window a deep white. Leon didn’t stop, either. The chameleon kept on going, thrusting into him, breaking his ass open, flooding him with everything that the other guy had. It was not even a liquid flood, but a fleshy one, forcing him to take cock, to be molded by cock. To become addicted to cock. # Six orgasms later, Falco was barely clinging to sanity, but he kept telling himself that it would be possible to outlast Leon. He just had to keep holding on until the chameleon was too tired to keep fucking him. Too tired to keep holding him up and too tired to keep thrusting forward. That wasn’t impossible. That was doable. He groaned as he was pinned to the floor, the window in front of him streaked with his cock so many times that he had forgotten what it originally looked like. His eyes were glued to the floor as he felt Leon stand on his head, holding him down as he was humped, fucked, rutted from behind. Orgasm number seven hit him in the face, literally, and he was forced to swallow his cum. # Orgasm fifteen came and went, and Falco was nearly unaware of the world around him as he laid on his back, panting from the hard dick rammed up his ass and the tight grip around his cock. He barely understood what was happening anymore; life was a constant orgasm from him, and that cock in his ass was the core of it. “Nnnngh!” His cock didn’t even shoot anymore, but he could still feel the pleasure, the raw pounding from the lizard on his prostate. In and out, in and out, in and out that cock went, constantly transforming his hole to be more receptive, more easily triggered by that big thing. # Orgasm twenty was almost too painful to take, dry as it was, but he still went through it, moaning, arching his back. His asshole felt stretched, loose, and only Leon’s size kept it from feeling empty. The chameleon pulled it out, pointing to the window, and Falco knew what he was supposed to do. He ran for it, turning around at the last second and lifting his tail feathers, pressing his ass cheeks to the window. The cold glass on his asshole told him he’d done the right thing, showing himself off to the world. And his reward…was cum. All of Leon’s cum. No. All of Master’s cum, shooting all over his face, smearing down his cheeks, running over his beak. It was glorious. # Falco wasn’t sure how long he was out after that, but it had to be a fairly long time because Leon had gone through a few cans of beer in the meantime. The bird groaned, rolling over, finally catching the chameleon’s attention. “You’re awake. Good.” The chameleon tossed him something, and the bird caught it, turning it around in his hand to see what it was. “My communicator?” “Yes. I put the address in for Wolf’s communicator account. Send him those pictures that you took of the fox.” “…” Falco realized that he was at a turning point. He had been fucked hard, broken down, used, and he’d enjoyed every single second of it. It was more than he had ever gotten from Fox, even if Leon had been cheating, and at least Leon had stuck around afterwards rather than running off the way that his wingmate had been doing. At least Leon actually gave a damn about what happened after. With a small surge of anger, he hit the button, sending a full catalogue and a short video of him fucking Fox right over to the other pilot. Whatever happened, it’d be Fox’s own fault what happened to him. The chameleon chuckled, swinging his cock about. “Good birdie. Now, come to Master. I’ve always wondered how it feels to fuck a beak…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]