[b][u][center]From Hot-Shot to Sex-Pot
Part 6
For Anonymous
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








If Falco had thought that it couldn’t get more humiliating, they were swiftly proven wrong. 

“You think that they’ll still want the bitch back after seeing them like this?” Leon asked, the chameleon pulling the leg straps around Falco’s ankles tighter. “I mean, I wouldn’t want a pilot like this on my team.”

“I swear, if you question me again…”

“Hey, you’re the one that was grumbling about Fox winning all the time. I took out one of his pilots for you. You should be grateful.”

“No. You broke the truce, and now I gotta make sure that the pup doesn’t start a full-scale war to get this bitch back. You could have gone and gotten your dick wet with any Cornerian asshole you wanted, but no. You had to play with your ego and get [i]this[/i] one, and now we have a whole situation on our hands,” Wolf said. “So, shut the hell up, do what I tell you, and [i]maybe[/i] you can get out of this without getting beaten within an inch of your life.”

The chameleon just grumbled in return, turning his attention to tying the bird up. Falco, for their part, just continued to stare at the ceiling in a desperate attempt to not think about what was happening to them. 

Considering that they were being tied up on their back, their legs nearly bent back to their head, and their pussy completely exposed to the room, though, that was hard. Every little burst of new ventilation through the room was like a finger rubbing right over their pussy, and they kept huffing, hissing, clenching their beak against the new bit of pleasure that it brought with them. Every time that they clenched up, the machines behind them beeped quietly, the various sticky-pads on their chest, their back, their thighs, even on either side of their pussy feeding the machine information that they didn’t understand and didn’t want to. 

With everything situated the way that it was, there was no way not to feel like a circus display. The bird felt like they were being put out as a whore, like their body was the only thing that mattered, and…

And there was a part of them that liked that. 

It didn’t help that Leon was so close now. Every time that the damn chameleon leaned over them, Falco had to fight the urge to tilt their head to the side and breathe in the smell that came through the male’s flight suit. There was just a hint of it in the air, and it was enough to make them wet as hell. The dribbling slime that oozed from their pussy went right down to their asshole, sliming them up, and it was impossible not to imagine what that would look like from the other end of the room. 

[i]Looks like a slut,[/i] Falco thought. [i]Looks like someone being offered for a free fuck or something.[/i]

They hated how that made them feel so horny. They wanted to be used, wanted Leon to yank his pants down and just stuff their pussy full of cock. They wanted to feel what they didn’t get from Wolf less than 24 hours ago. They just wanted to fucking cum. 

And that desperate desire humiliated them. It was like they had lost any and all control of their body, and knowing that they’d probably never get it back galled them. 

“So, how long until they get here?” Leon asked. “Heh, do I have enough time to fuck my bitch before they do?”

“You are not touching this one without permission.” 

“Oh, come on. [i]I[/i] caught the bird, and I brought the slut back here. The fact that you’re keeping me from enjoying [i]my[/i] trophy –”

“Is the only thing keeping Fox from shooting you in the head the minute that he walks through the door. And frankly, at this point, I’m tempted to let him. Mouth off to me one more time, Leon, and I’ll show you what happens to idiots like you.”

“…”

“The pup’s gonna land soon, if he hasn’t already. Panther’s watching the front door, keeping an eye on everything. He’ll call in as soon as they leave their ships.”

Which meant that they weren’t there yet. Soon, though. Soon. And then Falco would see their reaction when they saw what had happened. 

What they had become. 

What they were for Star Wolf. 

They could already see it. Fox and whoever else was allowed to enter the facility would enter the room, look down at the falcon, and their eyes would go wide. Shock would fade into disapproval, and that would turn into anger. Anger that Falco had let go of them, that they had embraced their addiction and corruption and fuckery so hard that they were willing to be like this for the sake of getting a dick. That they had abandoned the team without a word, just for the sake of their own needy desires. 

The shame left their face burning, and they closed their eyes tighter still as the two mercenaries overhead kept talking. 

“Hmmph. I think that they’re wanting it. Surely…just for the sake of an experiment –”

“I said, no.”

“Hmmph. You’re no fun anymore, Wolf.”

“I’m fun enough when I don’t have to worry about my team fucking me over. I’m serious, Leon. That fox is on the verge of starting a full-on war. I had to convince him not to call the Cornerian Defense Force down on our ass.”

“…We have allies.”

“Oh, fuck. You’d fight a war to keep this little bitch?”

“…Well, when you put it like that –”

“Fox would. That’s the sort of man that you’re dealing with on the other side, Leon. That’s the sort of team leader that you pissed off, and what kind of person I’m [i]trying[/i] to protect you from. So, stop thinking with your dick, start using your brain, and stop asking to fuck this little slut.”

[i]You’re overestimating him,[/i] Falco thought, clenching their beak tighter. [i]Fox is coming, but he’s going to take one look at me and walk right back out that door.[/i]

That was just how these sorts of things went. There would be no rescue. It’d just be a single look, and then they’d be – 

Crackle. 

Crackle. 

“[i]They’re here,[/i]” the radio said. 

“Good. Which ones?” Wolf asked. 

“[i]Fox, a blue vixen, and the hare.[/i]”

“Fox can bring one of them with him,” Wolf said. “He can pick.”

“[i]Hmmmph. I’d like it if he picked the hare. The vixen looks like good company.[/i]”

“Keep it in your pants.”

Fox, Krystal, and Peppy. So, Slippy had stayed behind – willingly or not – and the rest of the team had come to get them. Falco hoped that it was Krystal that came in; they didn’t know if they would be able to take the old-timer seeing them like this. There was something far more humiliating about Peppy – Peppy, the same old-timer that they had teased and pushed around and out-shot and out-flown so many times – seeing them like this. It would be like they had lost even more than they already had. 

Time stretched on. Eventually, the soft snikt of the door opening forced Falco to open their eyes. 

Fox and Krystal looked down at them. His wingmate was dressed in his usual green pants and flight vest, with a blaster on his hip and his eyes wide. Krystal was in the flight suit that showed off [i]everything,[/i] and despite the way that their body had changed, Falco was surprised to feel a sudden mild surge between their legs. 

[i]Guess I’m bi…[/i]

The thought faded away as their former teammates walked over to the lab bed where they were tied up and restrained. Falco clenched their hands into fists, wishing that they could cover themselves, or at least their face, so that some of the shame was less visible. 

“This is fucking low, Wolf,” Fox said, gesturing down at them. “Give him some dignity, at least.”

“Him? Heh. Generous to say that when the bird doesn’t have a dick anymore,” Leon said, chuckling under his breath. 

“Bold moves when I could blast yours off without breaking a sweat,” Fox responded. “Let him go. Now.”

“Can’t do that, Fox,” Wolf said. “Right now, the bird’s being kept restrained for their own sake. I let ‘em go, and they’ll be on their knees with their nose buried in Leon’s crotch in less than two seconds. Guarantee it.”

“Bullshit.”

“Have your telepath check ‘em if you don’t believe me.”

“…Krystal?”

The blue vixen turned her attention to them, and Falco shivered as they realized what was about to happen. They wanted nothing more than to close their mind, but there was no way for them to block out a Cerinean. Krystal had always kept out of their mind out of respect rather than any lack of ability or any protection they might have had, and now – 

Falco seized up, hissing through their clenched beak as they felt a different presence in their mind. It pushed in deep, grabbing hold of their recent memories. The only thing that they could compare the feeling of intrusion to was the sense of a stranger grabbing them by the balls they used to have; no matter how gentle they were, no matter how soft their touch, it was impossible not to feel at least a little vulnerable to what might happen if things changed. 

They were forced to relive different bits of the past. Even with their eyes closed, Falco could see Leon’s cock and balls in front of their face. They could remember the smell of those pheromones and the musk and the thick manhood that had stolen away every bit of their prior identity. 

It was thick. 

Rich. 

Strong. 

Potent. 

They shivered, their hands clenching besides their head, their talons curling and clenching tight from the remembered pleasure. The urge to fall to their knees grew the more that they were forced to remember as Krystal rooted around in their head. Whimpers fell from their beak as they thrust their hips upward, their clit throbbing and hardening, their pussy getting wetter and wetter – 

And then the presence in their mind was gone. Falco slumped down, groaning and gasping. 

“Krystal?” Fox asked. “What did you see?”

“An addiction,” the vixen said, shaking her head slowly. “You have done horrible things to him, Leon.”

“No more horrible than you would do to us if you were…interested,” the chameleon grumbled. 

“Horrible enough that –”

“Fox. I called you here to show you how bad it was, remember?” Wolf interrupted. “Are you going to take my offer, or not?”

“I’m here…to get my pilot back.”

“That’s only gonna happen if the bird can be fixed. You agreed to that, remember?”

“…”

“Now, I’m gonna show you just how bad this is. Girl, you saw Falco’s memories. Tell Fox how bad that addiction is…and tell me how pissed off I should be at Leon for the fuckery he’s pulled.”

“Hey –”

“It is…not good,” Krystal said, and Falco couldn’t help but think that was sugar-coating it at the very least. “Falco has been modified to the extent that they no longer see themselves as male –”

“Of course. I didn’t want the bird to think that they could challenge me.”

“I am talking, Leon,” Krystal said. “The process has altered Falco to the point where the focal point of their existence is pleasure. That much is true. I was able to see their thoughts have been tilted and turned toward sex and shame. They cannot think of anything without feeling utterly humiliated about what they no longer are, or without thinking of what it would feel like to be…used…at the same time.

“I…was also able to feel an addiction to Leon in their mind,” Krystal added. “Every time that Falco’s mind turned toward pleasure, there was a memory of Leon’s…genitals…attached to it.”

“You can say ‘cock.’ Heh. We all know what you –”

CRACK!

Falco wasn’t sure who was the most surprised to see Wolf actually punch Leon across the room. It might have been the bird themself, but everyone’s eyes went wide as the chameleon hit the floor with a thump. There was a moment of silence following that, the mercenary canine rubbing his fist as he shook his head. 

“I warned him to shut up. Maybe next time he’ll listen to me now that he knows that I’ll follow through.”

“If you hadn’t, I would have,” Fox said, leaning over the table. “Falco? Falco, can you hear me?”

“I’m not deaf,” Falco muttered. 

“Okay, that’s good. Now –”

“Why are you here?”

“…”

“You know I just…left. I left the ship, I ran off, and…you shouldn’t be here. I’m not worth this.”

“Falco –”

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare talk down to me right now. I’m nothing…nothing but a…Mmmph…”

[i]Not now…[/i]

Unfortunately, it was now. The feeling of utter deprivation that they always felt when they were left alone for long enough was rising up again. The need to be fucked was taking hold, and they shivered as they felt their inner walls already clamping down on the emptiness inside of them. The utter wetness that had been present only added to that, making a lewd squelching sound as they clenched and almost winked down there for some cock. 

Falco bit back a moan, the machines behind them starting to make soft beeping sounds. Fox looked up. 

“What’s that?”

“That’s a bunch of vital signs, plus a couple of things that we rigged up to show you what kind of shit is going through the bird’s head,” Wolf said, stepping over Leon’s unconscious body. “Come over here. This readout here, see it?”

Almost against their will, Falco turned their head. Wolf was pointing to a screen with a blue line making a steady, if slow, curved course upward. The mercenary traced it with a clawed finger. 

“This is the bird’s libido. The way that we’ve been seeing it, it keeps building up whenever they’re left alone long enough. It gets so high that they can’t think about anything but getting a dick.”

“What, you have a telepath now?” Fox said. “We all get horny. That doesn’t mean that they can’t do anything but fuck.”

“Heh, you haven’t seen what they get like. Here. I’ll show you what happens.”

[i]Oh, no…[/i]

“Normally,” Wolf said as he reached under the table. “Normally, we let it just keep going up, leave the bird alone for the whole time, but Leon sometimes liked to bring it up faster. Asshole liked to torture your friend here and make ‘em beg for relief that couldn’t happen without Leon being involved. You’ll see what I mean once we get this show on the road.”

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” 

Wolf stood up, and Falco stared at the thick, knotted toy that the mercenary had pulled from under the bed. It was as big as the fat thing that they had taken just before the call yesterday, and their pussy squelched loudly as they stared at the toy. 

[i]Inside me, inside me…please, ram that inside me and let me –[/i]

Falco tried to stop that thought, but from the look on Krystal’s face, it was too late; the vixen had already picked up on it and where that thought was going. The bird turned their face away, blushing worse than ever as their pussy juiced and squeezed. Every new shot of their juices running down their crack was that much more humiliating, knowing that their former wingmates were going to see this. 

“You…you’re going to –”

“If you don’t believe that the bird’s gone slutty, then this is the only way to convince you. Watch.”

“Falco. Falco, tell me that –”

Fox’s pleas fell on deaf ears as the bird felt the slippery toy rubbing between their legs. The instant that the silicone tip made contact, they were lost to the pure pleasure of what might happen next. They moaned, their eyes rolling back in their sockets as they imagined that thing plunging deep right off the bat, the utter depravity of it filling their mind. 

“Oh, god…”

Krystal’s voice was nothing more than background noise for the bird. They felt that tip rubbing right against their entrance, so teasingly close, and the rising libido begged them to just give in and beg. Falco held back, shivering, hands clenching so tight that the points of their fingers left scratches along their palms. They managed to keep it in for five seconds, ten, fifteen teasing seconds before – 

“Mmmph…Please…”

There it was. They’d begged, and they’d done it in front of their former teammates. 

Squelch. 

Falco gasped for breath as the toy thrust deep right from the start, the knot slapping against their pussy lips as they were spread wide open. Staring at the ceiling, Falco could just barely hear the monitors beeping louder, something going wider as the toy started moving, sliding, grinding into their depths. 

Bent in two the way that they were, they couldn’t thrust back, but they could take it, take it deep and hard. In, out, in, out the toy went, and the humiliation of having Fox and Krystal in the room fed into it. They wanted the two of them gone, but at the same time, there was no way to deny that being shown off this way was only adding to the horrible pleasure that was building between their legs. God, it was rising so fast, pushing so hard, driving them mad with utter, intense need – 

“Keep looking in his head, vixen,” Wolf said, his voice so far off compared to the wet schlick-squelch of the falcon’s pussy. “Keep an eye on him. Make sure that Fox gets a good report, now.”

“You bastard,” Fox growled. 

Yet, Krystal was still doing as she was told. Her presence was in Falco’s mind, and they could feel the female prodding around, poking, staring at the things that were passing through their imagination. The tiniest bit of shame was still present, trying to stop her, but there was no stopping the rut. 

In. 

Out. 

In. 

Out. 

The toy was relentless, and Wolf’s arm pumped it in deep over and over again. The assault of the toy was driving them up the wall, their toes curling tight and leaving them shivering from the core outward. As they arched their back from the constant penetration, the utter pleasure of having that thick thing spreading them out, they ran into the usual wall – 

“Nnngh…mmmph…ah…ah…ah…”

Falco could barely see as their eyes rolled back further, staring into the top of their eye sockets. Their orgasm was right there, right on the brink but – 

[i]Falco…is this…what you have been feeling?[/i]

It was Krystal’s voice. It was right there, echoing in their head. Falco tried to pull away, but the presence of the female was impossible to ignore. She was in their head, staring at the stuff going through their imagination. 

Every lewd image that came to mind, Krystal was there to see. Falco’s every fantasy – being fucked into the ground, being fisted, being creampied and slowly pushing it out while others jerked off on their face, being face-fucked, and so much more – were completely on display to her. They couldn’t hide even one of them as they went by. 

The humiliation pushed against that wall, almost breaking it more than once as the toy kept ramming in, out, in, out, the knot almost sliding past their pussy lips more than once. The utter stretch was so much more than they were used to from Leon, and their pussy juiced, almost squirting over the thing. 

“Why isn’t…”

“Why aren’t they cumming?” Wolf completed Fox’s question with a chuckle. “Because that’s how Leon fucked ‘em over. They’re pheromone-locked. They [i]can’t[/i] cum without the fucking chameleon around. And let me tell you this; you ain’t taking him with you when you go.”

Falco moaned, panting for breath as the toy slowed, grinding the knot against their pussy one more time. The sheer weight of that silicone shaft felt like it should have been all the way in already, but there was a tease behind it, a grinding pressure that curved the knot to press against their clit more directly. 

“Mmmph…nnngh…”

“This bird? They ain’t cumming no matter what you do to ‘em. You can test that out if you want, see if you can get ‘em to get off with you, but without Leon to turn the key in the lock, they ain’t getting better.”

“…Krystal?” Fox asked. “How bad –”

“Bad,” the vixen said, her voice so far off compared to the squelching and clenches going on between Falco’s legs. “They can’t think of anything but orgasm right now. Their mind is filled to the brim with sexual fantasies, and shame.”

So much shame. Falco could barely breathe, their face burning like a candle from knowing that Krystal had seen what passed through their mind. There was nothing to stop her from judging them for everything they wanted, and – 

POP!

Then the knot went in, and Falco screeched. It was the first sound they’d made since the toy came out, and it wasn’t even an orgasm. If anything, it was a desperate plea for one, their beak working soundlessly as they stared up at the ceiling, gasping, moaning, whimpering for that little nudge that would take them over the edge. 

They could just make out Fox, Krystal, and Wolf standing at the foot of the table, all of them staring down at the falcon. The shame burned and twisted with the arousal coursing through them, their hips trying to thrust and failing, their insides milking the knot for something that it couldn’t give – 

“What’s wrong with them?” Fox whispered. “Why –”

“They’re trapped in a cycle,” Wolf said. “They can’t actually get out of it until it burns out or until they get the relief that they want.”

“Fuck…”

“Heh, let me demonstrate.”

Falco could barely pay attention to the world around them. All they could focus on was the toy. The toy and the humiliation, the humiliation and the toy. It was so deep, so close. They were stretched so far around it and it felt so damn good. 

[i]Slut. Whore. Nothing but toy.[/i]

Krystal wasn’t saying it, but the way that Fox looked at them, Falco was almost sure that their former wingmate was thinking it. That was what they had become, what they were – 

[i]Do you want it?[/i]

That [i]was[/i] from Krystal, and it was almost enough to dislodge the pleasure-train. No, no, they didn’t want – 

[i]So good…so fucking good…[/i]

But the whore part of them wanted it, but they didn’t. They weren’t – they didn’t want to be – just one little bit – so hard to think – 

Then a cloth – a damp, wet bit of fabric – was shoved under their beak. Falco took one breath, caught a hint of Leon – 

“NNNNGH!”

POP!

The toy shot out of them as they clenched down on it, forcing it out and nearly popping Fox in the forehead as the toy rocketed across the room. Their boss barely avoided it with a quick duck, but the sound of the silicone hitting the far wall was still loud enough to hear over the spray shooting from between the falcon’s legs. They moaned, their eyes closed as tight as they could as they came, and came, and came, soaking the bed and themselves in the process as they fountained from the relief. 

Krystal was gone. The pressure was no longer so intense in their head. Was the pleasure so shameful that she had to retreat? Probably. Falco shivered as they fell further back, the pleasure fading too quickly, but not quickly enough. 

As they slumped back down, Wolf leaned over the side, gesturing down at them. 

“As you can see, this bird’s fucked,” the mercenary said. “Ain’t gonna be flying anytime soon, if ever. You got any ideas of how to fix ‘em?”

“…”

“Well?” Wolf asked the now-silent Fox. 

“…I need to think about this. Talk to Slippy, and –”

“Talk as much as you want. If you want to bring him down, you can, but I think for both our sakes, we take opposite sides of the facility.”

“Falco stays with us.”

“No. He stays right here in the middle of the facility. Both of us get access.”

“…On the condition that Leon stays the fuck away unless we both invite him,” Fox countered. 

“I’m good with that.”

“I’m…I’m still…here,” Falco panted, grumbling from their place on the bed. “You don’t have to talk…like I’m not…here…”

“…Right. Sorry,” Fox said. 

To their surprise, Fox reached down and took their hand. Falco squeezed it without thinking, then almost wanted to yank their hand away. No, no, they weren’t – they couldn’t hope for something like this. Not after they’d fucked up this badly. They couldn’t – 

“You’re right. You’re still Falco. Even if you’re going through all this bullshit, you’re still Falco. We’re here for you. We’re going to get you fixed up, one way or another. Once Slippy comes down, we’ll get you looked over by a real scientist, and not some perverted quack.”

“Say what you want about the asshole, he knows what he’s doing,” Wolf said. 

“Well, that asshole is the reason we’re all in this mess, isn’t he?” Fox said, letting go and standing up. “So, we’ll leave Falco here for now. Make them the middle of the facility, the spot where we meet up?”

“Works for me.”

As Fox walked to one door in the lab and Wolf – with Leon thrown over his shoulder – to the other, Falco wondered what the future had in store for them. Was there a way to be cured?

[i]No, no, I can’t…I won’t be cured. They can’t fix it. If they can, then…do I even deserve something like that?[/i]

[i]You do,[/i] Krystal’s voice whispered their mind. 

Falco looked back at her. She had her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up and making them a bit more obvious in her flight suit. The way that she smirked, she knew what she was doing, and she kept looking right at them. 

There was something in that confident, almost slutty stance of hers that struck a chord. Falco had never been one to go for her – she’d been more of Fox’s chick than anything else at the time – but there had been stories of what the blue vixen got up to in her spare time. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that she swung both ways, and Falco had, more than once, wondered just what kind of relationship that she and Fox had. 

The way that she stared at the falcon now, that question came back. 

[i]What are you…why are you staring at me like that?

I’m just feeling like you might be a bit of a kindred soul, I guess,[/i] she thought back at them. [i]There’s something about the way that you react to pleasure that reminds me of how I used to be, once.

What’s that supposed to mean?

There’s nothing wrong with accepting pleasure, but the more that you fight it, the more power that it has over you. The more that you slip further and further into it. Pleasure loves when you fight, because that means that it gets to be stronger, has to be stronger in order to reach its peak. 

What, you think I want this?

I think that a part of you does. And the part of you that doesn’t is making it harder by pretending that you don’t like this.[/i]

Falco turned their head away. There was no way – no way in hell – that any part of them [i]wanted[/i] this. That was just…that was horrible. That implied that they…that they would have just…

[i]There’s a lot going on in there, Falco. Me and Fox are going to figure something out with Wolf, but you…you need to figure out what’s going on with yourself.

What’s that supposed to mean? There’s nothing – 

This might not have been part of you to start, but it’s part of you now. The slut that Leon’s trying to turn you into? That will be in your head for the rest of your life, whether we can ‘fix’ you or not. You’ll always remember that you did this, and some part of your body will always remember that you liked it. Now, you can hate yourself for it – and you already do, a lot – or you can start thinking about how else you might feel about it.[/i]

“Krystal?” Fox asked. 

“Coming.”

And then, they were alone. Falco stared at the ceiling, still bound up in the restraints that Wolf and Leon had set up. Even their former teammates hadn’t thought to undo them; it was like they had stopped thinking of them as a person, and now only saw them as a patient, a thing to be solved and fixed, rather than a person that honestly felt more than a little uncomfortable in the thick restraints that pinned them down. 

They stared at the ceiling, clenching and releasing their fists as they tried to get comfortable. They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but they had little doubt that it’d involve more sex, more humiliation, and more being stared at. 

Joy. 










[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Falco meets their team again and has their addiction put on full display for the others. 

Tags: M/I, Toys, Teasing, Addiction, Starfox, Fox McCloud, Wolf O’Donnell, Leon Powalski, Krystal, Telepathy, Wet, Pussy, Dripping, Knotting, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Chastity, Exposure, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Dubcon, Series,