[b][u][center]From Hot-Shot to Sex-Pot Part 5 For Anonymous By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Things moved fast after Fox got in touch with Wolf. They left whatever hideout that the Star Wolf team had taken refuge in and moved to some lab that Falco didn’t remember. It might not have even been a lab, but it was more or less abandoned, and the mercenary group holed up in it as if they were waiting for an attack. For all that the bird knew, they were. Being isolated from the rest of the world would have been bearable – if not acceptable – save for one thing: being kept from Leon. During the move, they’d heard Wolf and Leon arguing in the hovercars, growling at each other and hissing in frustration and spite, but they’d not realized what was going on until they reached the facility. Then, and only then, had Falco been told the decision that Wolf had made. “You’re staying with me,” the mercenary canine had said. “And that means that you’re not seeing Leon until we work this out.” It had been three days since they arrived, and in those three days, Falco hadn’t had one orgasm. Oh, they had tried to get one, tried very hard as a matter of fact. Their fingers were rubbed almost as raw as their pussy as they fingered themselves, pushing in deep and slamming their palms against their clit time and time again in hopes of getting themselves off. They ground their pussy against their hand, groped their ass, tried to finger both holes at once in a vain attempt to get themselves off. The humiliation of being soaking wet but getting nothing for their trouble, and worst, being seen by Wolf during the regular check-ins during the day, left Falco feeling at their lowest yet. Without Leon, without the chameleon’s pheromones, the falcon didn’t even get the pleasure that would stave off the worst of the humiliation. All that they got was the feeling of frustration, the slickness of constant arousal, and the general horror of what they had become. Not a pilot, but a whore. A whore that wanted to be fucked, a whore that would have begged the chameleon to shove his cock down their throat to get off just once. That mind-blowing pleasure would have made everything better… But they weren’t allowed. Falco slumped back on their bed, lifting their hand from between their legs and staring at the fluids that ran between their fingers. The bird slammed their head down against their pillow, staring up at the ceiling above. Bare, gray, featureless, it could have been any stretch of wall or ceiling throughout the abandoned lab for as much as Falco had been allowed to see it. Whatever this place used to be, it sure as hell didn’t have the same use any longer. [i]What do they even want?[/i] Falco wondered. [i]What the hell are they going to do with me?[/i] They doubted that it was going to be as simple as a hostage exchange. At this point, they knew that Fox was coming, and that meant that Wolf and his crew were going to be in the shit regardless of whether they turned Falco over. The only question was how long it was going to take for them to get there. [i]But coming for me in the first place…[/i] Falco still didn’t entirely believe that was happening. Oh, Wolf had come down hard on Leon, and there was every bit of proof that the rest of the crew was coming after the bird, but to think that they’d just drop everything… For a whore… Falco’s pussy clenched, and they groaned, clicking their beak in irritation as they fought the urge to reach down again. It was getting harder and harder to keep their fingers out of that thing, and harder still to keep their mind off sex. And off Leon. “Mmmph…” They rolled on their side, pulling their arms to their chest to keep from doing things that they shouldn’t. The more that they played with themselves, the more that their thoughts turned toward the chameleon. Even now, they wanted to feel that dick plunging into their pussy, the smell of the other male rich in their nose, the feeling of that hot seed shooting deep into their body. The last time that Falco had felt anything like this had been back when they were still more of an alcoholic, back when they were taking little pleasure drugs here and there, and that… That was what this was. They were an addict, and Leon was their substance of choice. It was enough to leave their face burning as they hugged themselves tighter, curling up into a ball on their bed. [i]I don’t want this…I don’t want this…[/i] But it didn’t matter, in the long run, whether they wanted this or not. All that mattered was that their body needed it, and that craving had turned into actual pain twenty-four hours ago. The desperate need to be dicked down by Leon, to have that chameleon’s lips against their neck, to smell him and feel him inside of them – [i]That’s not me…that’s not me…[/i] But it was their body, and that was enough. Their juices were already oozing down their legs, dribbling against the bed and staining the sheets under them. They could feel it soaking into their thighs, their feathers, their scales. So wet, so messy, and so… So musky. They were fragrant, they knew. Wolf complained about that regularly, telling them to shower, to clean up, to get rid of the smell before the big guy came down to talk to them. Falco groaned as they rolled onto their other side, slowly bringing their legs off the bed and staring at the far wall. The one door that led into the rest of the lab was kept locked at all times, and only Wolf had the key to get in. There was no way to get out without him unlocking the door, and Falco knew better than to dream of freedom. [i]Clean up…clean up in case he comes.[/i] Forcing themself from the bed, Falco dragged their feathery butt to the shower in the corner of the room. They had just started washing off the worst of the slime when the door slammed open. “Bird.” Falco jumped, hot water running down their back as Wolf walked over. The bigger man looked down at him, shaking his head. “Least you’re not reeking of pussy today.” “What do you want?” Falco muttered. “You. Come on.” “What –” “Come with me.” There was no saying no when Wolf had them by the wrist and was pulling them along with such force. Falco stumbled after, almost smiling for a moment as they realized that there was no embarrassment left at walking out of the room without clothes. That bit of shame had been burnt out by now. Then again, considering that they hadn’t been allowed clothes since being taken in again… Falco kept their head down as they were led through the lab. Here and there, they could see signs of the place being restored. Individual labs were online, and they could see medical scanners being put back together. Vital monitors and other such things in several rooms had come back online, beeping quietly as the green flashes of Leon’s scales darted in front of one of them. Their pussy clenched at the thought of the chameleon, and they almost stumbled then and there. Only Wolf’s hand around their wrist kept them moving. Eventually, they reached a communication chamber. Falco looked up at the massive monitor that dominated one side of the room and the single chair that sat before it. Looked new, as far as they could tell; Wolf had probably repurposed it from another room and brought it here to look imposing. “Sit down, shut up, and wait,” Wolf said, taking a seat. “That pup is going to be calling any minute.” “Fox is –” “That bastard’s been chasing us all over the place. The only reason he’s not come here yet is because we set him running off on a wild goose chase for a few days. But I guarantee you that he’s going to figure out where you are soon enough.” Wolf’s voice was tense, certainly a far cry from the relaxed, cocky tones that he was used to hearing from the other man. If anything, Wolf sounded…scared. Scared and angry. Falco imagined that Leon was the one to blame for that, but the way that Wolf kept looking at them, the bird couldn’t help but feel like that blame was going to land on them at some point or another. After all, why would Wolf go after one of his own teammates when he had a safe target right in front of him? No reason at all, that’s why. Falco was just…just a whore now, and that meant that they were a perfect target for any sort of aggression, any sort of anger that needed a convenient place to go. They sat down beside Wolf’s chair, but as they were getting comfortable, their eyes were drawn sideways. Before they knew it, they were staring at Wolf’s crotch, and – Clench. Throb. Clench. Throb. The sight of that bulge was enough to set their body alight with need. Falco ripped their head away, clicking their beak again, but the memory of that shape – that outline of flesh against fabric, the way that the pants were pushed forward ever so slightly, the way that Wolf had to sit with his legs spread to give his big balls the room that they required – sent shivers down their spine. They wanted to look again. They wanted to do more than look. [i]No, no, no, you’re already Leon’s whore. It’s not…it’s not…[/i] Their pussy was drenched. Even though there was shower-water running down their back and chest, they could feel that heat down there, and more, they could feel the tightness of their inner muscles clamping down. There was nothing down there, nothing at all, and it was frustrating beyond belief. [i]Just one look…one look…[/i] It was the whore that they were becoming. That was the voice of the whore, not the voice of the pilot. It wanted to look, to see, to tease, to hope. It wanted to believe that there was a chance that they could cum again soon without Leon, or even with him. The whore wanted pleasure, more than anything else, even if that pleasure didn’t mean an orgasm. [i]No, no, no…[/i] They clenched their hands into fists, forcing themself to stare at the ground rather than to the side. They tried to remind themselves that they were a person with dignity, not just a whore to be passed around. Once, they had even been a famous pilot, an enemy to the wolf that sat beside them. Surely, surely, they had the dignity to hold back against even further humiliation? The answer, however, was no. Slowly but surely, their eyes flicked over to the other pilot’s crotch. The more that they stared, the more that they could make out with that half-hard bulge. Wolf’s nose flared every so often, so he had to be taking in their scent and liking it if that growing shape was any indication. For all that Wolf complained, he certainly didn’t seem to mind it when he was alone. Or at least, his dick didn’t mind. [i]He looks…bigger than Leon…[/i] That thought was as shameful and humiliating as it was arousing. The bird barely managed to keep their legs pressed together, and even then, the urge to grind their thighs together and try and get some bit of stimulation was nearly overpowering. They had to keep their head down, their beak clenched together, but all the while their pussy juiced. “Can you stop thinking about sex?” Wolf growled. “I need a clear head for when that damn pup calls.” “It’s not my fault…” “Fucking Leon. Turning you into a fucking whore. I should have torn the chameleon’s dick off for that.” “Mmmph…” “You’d like that, I bet.” “Not when –” Falco cut themselves off. The idea of Leon losing his dick and thereby cutting the bird off from any future orgasm was a horrible thought. They hadn’t even thought about what that would feel like, and it was terrifying. To be this pent up without any relief for the rest of their life, to think of nothing but the pleasure that they could have had if they just submitted – No. No, no, no, that could never be survived. They needed Leon intact, and they needed Leon, now. “Please…just…just let me have him for a few minutes,” Falco said, staring down at the ground again. “I just…I need…” “I’m not letting that asshole get a reward for bad behavior.” “Please. I can’t take it. I just…anything…please.” They were begging. In the back of their brain, in that vaguely still-them piece that still remembered how they used to be, they were cringing. Hell, they were weeping. This was what they had been reduced to: begging Wolf for the chance to let Leon fuck them so that they could remember what an orgasm felt like. Before Falco realized what they were doing, they had turned, leaning against the arm of the chair and staring up at Wolf. The mercenary looked down at them, narrowing their eyes. “Forget it,” Wolf said. “I can’t. I can’t. Please, just five minutes.” “Bird –” “Three. I’m sure I can cum in three.” “You are pushing my last nerve.” “I can’t take it! Do you know what he did to me?! I don’t want this, but I can’t – gah!” Wolf threw them to the ground before they could fight back. The sudden impact jarred them, leaving them dazed, unfocused, but not so unfocused that they didn’t feel the hands on their ass, nor did they ignore the feeling of their cheeks being spread and their vagina being pulled into focus once more. “You want a dicking? Fine. You can have mine.” The tapered tip of a dog cock pressed against their ass, and Falco’s eyes went wide as they realized what they had done. They’d not just poked the bear; they’d waggled a chunk of meat in front of it and thought that they could walk away. Throb, throb, throb went Wolf’s cock, each time pulsing with life and need that made Falco shiver from head to toes. Each time the mercenary ground forward, sliding between their cheeks, then pulled back to let the tip drop between their thighs, Falco felt another little clench inside. Their body wanted this. Their body needed this. Without thinking, they leaned forward, their head against the ground and their ass just a little higher. Wolf took the invitation with both hands, grabbing the bird by the waist and pulling him back. Falco felt the tapered head of the shaft rubbing against their pussy once, twice, three times before – Squelch. Pop. The sensation of it going so deep right on the first thrust felt like it should have pushed them right over the edge. The intense tightness, the way that their body seized up and felt like they were right about to go over the edge, was as much a tease as everything else that they had gone through over the last seventy-two hours. They whimpered, whining through their tightly-clenched beak as they stared straight ahead at the blank monitor. [i]No…Please…[/i] “Heh…well, one thing’s for sure. You’re tight as hell, birdbrain.” “Mmmph…” “Let’s see how long you can take a pounding.” Feeling that slippery thing slowly pulling out of their pussy was as humiliating as feeling it going in, if only for the fact that Falco could feel their inner walls clenching down on it. Every detail of that thick shaft was burned into their brain, reminding them of what they were doing. There was no getting around the fact, now: they had offered their body up to the big bad boss of the enemy, and now, they were getting dicked by him. In. Out. In. Out. As Wolf picked up speed, Falco couldn’t help but whimper and grunt in response. Every time that big, tapered cock plunged into their depths, they could feel that edge of orgasm right there. It was like a wall that they were leaning against, a window where some manifestation of pleasure was leaning back, reaching out to them, trying to pull them through to the promised land of utter bliss and orgasm. In. Out. In. Out. And yet, every time that thick thing hammered into them, no matter how many times Falco felt that forming knot slapping against their pussy lips and threatening to pop in, it never happened. They tried to think of something, anything that would be sexual enough to get them over the edge. Every fantasy that they had once had, every memory of what Leon had done to them – even the humiliation of being nothing but the chameleon’s slut, his personal cock-sock – just wasn’t enough to get them over the edge. They needed the chameleon. Wolf wasn’t going to be enough. It was somewhere between pleasure and torture to be held there, staring into the abyss as they floated right on the edge of orgasm. Wolf’s thrusts grew stronger, faster, his furry crotch slapping against their ass over and over again. Every time that he sunk in up to the hilt, Falco whined, pushing their hips back, grinding on his knot. Every time that he pulled back, the wet, sloppy sound of his dick sliding out sent shivers down Falco’s spine and reminded the bird of how much they had fallen. Not a pilot. Not a hot-shot. Not anything. Just a slut. [i]Their slut…[/i] In, out, in, out, faster, harder, deeper. That tip was grinding against their sensitive spots so much that they weren’t even sure what way was up and what way was down anymore. Their tongue hung out of their beak, and they moaned, wanting nothing more than to have Leon walk in and give them what they had earned. “You want it, bird? You’re going to get it.” Smack, smack, smack. Wolf’s thrusts sped up again, and his knot, so thick that it almost felt like a fist trying to ram its way in, started grinding against their pussy every time that Wolf hilted with them. In, out, in, out, broken up with a steady grind that made them all the more aware of just how huge it was. It was so big that it was going to wreck them if it made its way in, and… And they almost wanted that. It might actually be enough. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Wetter. Falco was drenched, their pussy drooling into a puddle between their legs. Their head fell to their hands, their ass higher than ever, and Wolf’s grunts were louder than ever, too. In, out, in, out, slapping that knot against their pussy, grinding the bulbous sides against them, the big wolf huffing louder and louder until – POP! The sheer size of the knot slamming inside and getting trapped there was more than Falco could take. Their eyes went wide, their beak hung open, and they stared into empty space as the sheer heat of the big male’s load filled them to the brim. It was different compared to the times that they had been used by Leon. Instead of just being cummed in, or on, there was a sense of being [i]filled,[/i] utterly bloated with the sheer amount of seed being shot into their guts. [i]If I could just…cum…[/i] The disappointment brought more humiliation and horror in its wake. Not only had they just given themselves up to be fucked without a fight, they had enjoyed it. They weren’t even upset about being rutted, fucked, even filled to the brim with cum – god, what if they could get pregnant? – but rather, they were upset about not getting off from it. That was the only thing wrong with the arrangement. What was wrong with them? They slumped against their arms as the knot kept twitching inside them, Wolf’s cock all but dancing inside their hole as it spat more and more cum inside them. They could barely move, shivering as they dribbled away from the persistent arousal that had yet to be satisfied. And yet, as they stared ahead – Ring ring. Ring ring. “That’d be him,” Wolf said, shaking his head as he pulled himself backward by a step. “You stay where you are. He can’t see you as long as you don’t move.” “W-wait, what?” “I said, don’t move.” Flicker. The monitor on the wall came to life, and Falco realized that they were staring right up at Fox. Their former wingmate looked down at Wolf with a grimace, yet it seemed clear that he couldn’t see the bird. They were out of sight. And at the same time, they were completely [i]impaled[/i] on a thick dog cock that kept them from going anywhere. The very idea that they were going to be stuck like this while a phone call decided their fate was as humiliating as everything else that’d happened. Falco just went quiet, keeping their head down and listening. “Finally decided to just call me again, huh, pup?” Wolf said, leaning on one fist. “I thought you’d be gunning for us for a while longer.” “I’m done playing games.” It was the first time that Falco had heard Fox with such a hard tone in his voice in…well, perhaps for as long as he’d known the other male. Fox was usually the epitome of professional but easy-going. This…was not that. “Yeah, I can hear that,” Wolf said, shaking his head. “Look. I’m not opposed to giving you the bird back, but –” “But nothing. You’re giving him back. And then we’re taking a pound of flesh out of you for pulling this stunt in the first place.” “Pup, I agree, what Leon did was stupid.” “It was beyond stupid. You broke the truce, Wolf.” “And you’re gonna break it further if you keep gunning for your bird like this,” the mercenary said, shaking his head. “You want him back. I get that. But you wanna think twice about this before you go much further. This bird’s completely mind-fucked. Leon did a number on him before I found out what he was doing.” “…What are you saying?” “I’m saying that this bitch is a bitch now. He ain’t a he anymore. Falco’s a cock-stupid slut that’s more concerned about getting fucked than he is about getting in the cockpit and shooting people down. You sure that you want to risk the truce for someone like that?” Falco knew that Fox would say no. There was no point in coming after them, not after being this stupid. Maybe, once, at the start, when they’d been rescued from Leon, but not after they’d run off and left the team. Not when they were throwing themselves in danger. Not when they were – “You damn well bet he is.” Tensing up – and drawing a little grunt from Wolf in the process – Falco tilted their eyes up. Seeing Fox looking at their captor with that level of determination should have been encouraging, hopeful, but… But it was only pain. Why? Why would Fox chase after them? They weren’t worth anything anymore. They couldn’t even think straight enough to know that humiliating themselves under Wolf wouldn’t even get them what they wanted. All they had done was show off how broken they were. “He’s worth it,” Fox repeated. “And even if that means that I have to break the truce back, I’ll come for him. But if you got an idea of how to handle this peacefully…” Fox leaned back in his chair. “I’ll listen.” “Good…good.” They could feel Wolf stirring around, shifting back. The knot in their pussy pulled lightly at their hips, almost dragged out for a moment before Falco edged backward with it. “Well, you know I don’t want you calling down the defense force on my ass, and you don’t want me calling Andross. So here’s my proposal, pup. You want this bitch back? You meet me at one of the old medical labs here on Corneria.” “You never left the planet?” “Never had the chance. But that’s not the point. Here’s my idea. You come here, and we see if there’s any point in trying to fix the bitch. Because if there ain’t, then there’s no point in you taking the bird back.” “You think I’m going to –” “Listen, pup. You wanna protect your pilot, and I wanna protect mine. We’ve got the same goal here, yeah?” “I’m not sure that I’d go that far, but let’s say yes…” “Right. You pull the trigger and call the defense force, that means I gotta pull my trigger and call Andross and whatever’s left of his fleet. That’ll start up a whole new war. So, before we get started with that, let’s meet together – on neutral ground – and we can see what can even be done with this bird. If he can be fixed, you take him. If he can’t, then you let him go.” “…That seems pretty favorable to you,” Fox said, shaking his head. “Then let me sweeten the deal. Because you ain’t the only one pissed off here,” Wolf said. “I didn’t want the bird taken in the first place. So, if we can’t figure out a way to fix him, you get to beat the shit out of Leon before you go.” “…” “Best I can offer you. I can’t let you kill him, but the asshole’s got something coming. And it’ll give him incentive to put the bird back in the air.” “You swear?” “My word on it, pup.” “Alright. Send me the coordinates. We’ll be there in the morning.” “You got it.” The communication ended with a soft click, and Wolf finally softened enough to slide out. Falco huffed as the soft ‘pop’ of the knot forcing its way out of their pussy filled the room, and slumped down as cum started oozing out of their sex. It was a flood, running down their thighs and over their clit, puddling in the rest of their juices on the floor. They stared down at the ground as the sense of violation and pleasure mixed together to form something that they honestly didn’t know how to deal with. “That’s the best that you’re going to get, bird,” Wolf said, getting to his feet and buckling his pants together again. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.” “Mmmph…” “Going to complain all night?” “…No.” “Good. Get back to your quarters, wash up, and make sure that you’re ready. I imagine Fox is going to be asking a shit-ton of questions when he sees you.” “And…Leon?” “Heh, what, my dick not good enough for you?” [i]No,[/i] was the obvious answer, but Falco knew better than to say that. They lowered their head and didn’t answer. “Get to your quarters. Get cleaned up. Go to bed. Those are your orders, bird.” Nodding their head, they left, walking back down the hall and hustling along toward their quarters. There was no sign of Leon in the hallway or the other rooms, which was probably for the best. If they saw the glint of the chameleon’s scales, they weren’t sure that they would have been able to resist the sadistic scientist. The only thing keeping them moving now was the faint hope that there might be something that could be done for them. [i]There probably won’t be,[/i] the falcon thought to themself. [i]We’re too far gone. That’s why we left in the first place. There’s nothing to fix, nothing to save. Then Leon made it worse, and…and…[/i] They wanted to punch the wall. So they did. “Nnngh…” It hurt, of course. They cradled their hand all the way back to their quarters and threw themselves in the shower. No hot water this time; cold water was the only thing that they would use. Better to try and snap some of the need out of them with the chill. As the water ran over them and sapped some of the heat away, and as Wolf’s seed continued to dribble from their stretched sex, they imagined the day ahead. There was a lot pending: Fox seeing them like this, Peppy and Slippy realizing what had occurred, possibly even seeing Krystal and letting her know that she wasn’t the only non-male on the team any longer. All of that… [i]What am I going to say?[/i] Falco honestly wasn’t sure. There was so much that could be said, but all they could think about was how different things would be. There was no more of that comradery, none of the old equality and competition. When they arrived, they wouldn’t see their old wingmate; they’d just see a fallen bird that lived to suck cock and get fucked. Even thinking that sent a thrill between their legs, and Falco leaned against the tiled wall, barely suppressing a whimper. Punching the tiles weakly, the bird took a few deep breaths before standing up straight again. [i]It’s going to happen. You can’t stop it. And maybe…maybe you’ll get lucky. Maybe things will get better. Maybe they can fix this so you never have to think about it again.[/i] Or maybe they wouldn’t. And if that happened, Leon would get fucked up so bad that…that… [i]…I can’t even enjoy that idea,[/i] Falco thought. [i]Because if they go too far, then I’m in perma-chastity and…and…[/i] Fuck. Just…fuck. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Falco is moved from one place to another, and is put into Wolf’s custody. Tags: M/I, Intersex, Falco, Wolf, Wolf O’Donnell, Starfox, Star Fox, Humiliation, Bird with Pussy, Chastity, Pheromone Lock, Vaginal, Naked, Nudity, Prisoner, Series, Dubcon, Cum, Knotting,