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Peppy's Present Problem

Part 2

For Limemas

by Draconicon

Star Wolf, and more specifically, Pigma, brought him to the underground base that they seemed to be operating out of. It was a large, expansive sort of place, one that reached further underground that most facilities did above ground. He was surprised at the sheer scope of it, and Peppy wondered just how long they had been putting something like this together. It was beyond the scale of anything that he had ever seen before, even on the military-industrial planets that they had seen during the war against Andross.

Pigma led the hare across the facility, taking him past the different cloning vats to a separate holding cell on the far end. For a moment, he wondered if it was some sort of experiment room, considering the large table in the middle of the chamber, but Pigma didn't seem to be that interested in using it that way.

If anything, he seemed more interested in getting Peppy stripped down as soon as possible.

"Heheheh, let's see if you're any bigger than you used to be, Peps."

"People don't work like that. Once they grow up -"

"Hehe, you mean you didn't go for any implants, huh?"

The hare blushed, shaking his head. The idea of putting more machines in his body was not one that he had enjoyed back then, and it wasn't one that he had entertained since becoming part of the second iteration of the Starfox team. If he couldn't outfly his opponents on his own, then he didn't deserve to be in the cockpit.

Pigma oinked and laughed, gesturing for the hare to start pulling his clothes off. Peppy hesitated for a moment, but when the boar pulled out his pistol, he knew that he didn't have much of a choice.

Some of the raw arousal that he'd been feeling on the Great Fox had faded since they'd made planetfall, mostly because he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to get half the stuff that he wanted out of this. The idea of seeing Fox and Falco and Slippy being used as sluts - and maybe getting the chance to use them himself - had been hot, but now that he wasn't watching them get fucked in front of him...

This was stupid, he thought, looking down at his bulge as he unzipped his flightsuit. I shouldn't have listened. I should have kept fighting.

But his boner insisted that this was what he needed to do, that this was what he wanted to do.

The hare groaned as he pulled his arms free of the sleeves of his flightsuit, wiggling his hips out of it. His fur had gone from brown to gray, and a light gray at that, due to his age, and he blushed as he watched Pigma staring at him the whole time that he stripped down.

It didn't make him feel any better about his wider hips or the larger butt that he'd gained over the years. It was not the way that he was supposed to look, not how he was supposed to be. He was a mercenary, and that should have meant that he was nice and fit.

Nope. He was an old man, one that had a gut coming in, one that had an ass that was bigger and softer than a fighter's should be, and his hips had started to pop out a little more, too. Nothing like going femme, but definitely bigger and more out of shape than he should have been.

The only relief was that he was at least in better shape than Pigma, better off than the big boar was. At least he didn't have that gut, or that start to a set of man-boobs. Even Pigma was knew better than to get a full set, but the pig was already showing a bit of them.

When the flightsuit rolled down his legs to his boots, he reached down and pulled them off, trying not to blush too much as he stood naked in front of his old rival, his old wingman...

His old semi-crush...

He was a thug, even back then. He was fucking every rent boy on the street, and he was showing off his dick every time that he had the chance, he thought, remembering how that had gone, remembering how humiliating it had been to watch every conquest that the pig had get paraded through the halls of the Great Fox. It was a constant slap in the face to him, a constant reminder that he had been less than the pig, that he had done less, gotten less, and had less fans than the pig had.

And now...

Now, he was the rent boy, and Pigma was going to treat him the same as he had done all those other conquests over the years.

He covered his crotch a bit, unable to help himself, but the pig gestured with the pistol that he carried, and Peppy was forced to pull his hands to his sides. He blushed worse as his captor walked over, putting the barrel of the pistol under his junk, pushing it up a little bit so that his cock pointed forward.

"Heh, still the smaller one, eh, Peps?"

"Just because you're a boar...we hares have stamina."

"Heh, you think you can outfuck me?"

"..."

"Heh, I asked you a question, Peps." The pistol pushed down again, this time rubbing right against his balls, grinding against the orbs and pressing them firm against his body. "Do you think that you can outfuck me?"

"...No."

"That's a good friend. You know, you still remember how to be a good boy. Let's see if you can keep that up."

Laughing, Pigma pulled the gun back, tossing it across the room. The hare didn't know what to think about that; he might have been able to resist if it wasn't for the fact that the boar was making it all the more confusing for him. The threats, the constant pressure to submit, the way that he was...that he was pushing him to do other things...

Peppy was feeling the excitement bubble up from his balls, and it wasn't getting any easier to resist as he felt the boar grab him by the hips, pulling him forward until they were crotch to crotch. Peppy gasped as he felt the other man's bulge, felt the throbbing erection down there, but worse than that -

"MMMPH!"

They kissed. The pig's lips were rubbery, wet, not comfortable in the slightest, and the tongue that came free, licking along the side of his face and tormenting him, only made it worse. He felt the shudders going up and down his spine in response to that, and he wondered how the hell he could be getting turned on from that.

Because he was.

He could feel his cock throbbing upwards, showing itself off all the more as he got kissed, as that horrible, slimy tongue went down his throat and claimed spaces that he had never known that he had. His cheeks burned hotter and hotter, and his body tingled as he felt that tongue invading him, licking the insides of his cheeks and pinning his own tongue down.

It only lasted for about a minute or so, but it was still something that took his breath away, leaving him gasping for it when Pigma pulled back, wiping his mouth with one arm.

"Heh, taste as good as you look, Peps."

"You...you..."

"Heh, why don't you get down on your knees, boyscout? You wanna be a good boy, you better start taking a look at your master's dick."

The idea of giving a blowjob was so wrong. He had always been the top in his fantasies, always been the one getting served by the younger members of the crew, but...

But he'd been beaten. There was no way in hell that he was going to get someone like Pigma on his knees, and if he was a good boy, as the boar was telling him to be, maybe he'd get the chance to have his cock sucked by one of the other members of the team later. Maybe Leon would tell Falco to suck Peppy's dick, or Wolf would tell Fox to do it. Hell, if Peppy brought a camera around, Fox might do it just to be on camera again.

He blushed as he went to his knees, his cock bouncing up and throbbing happily at the chance to get some action. Pigma reached down to his pants, rubbing along the edge of his waistband, and then pulled them down. What popped out was beyond massive.

The hare stared at the sheer size of the balls, first, taking in the huge orbs that looked like they could actually be bigger than his head. The idea of sucking on them, the idea of doing anything to them, was more intimidating than he expected, and his cheeks burned as he thought about actually pulling the somewhat musky things into his mouth.

But that cock...

He'd seen the pig's cock on the ship, seen it in the video, but it had been years since he had seen it in person. The sight of that cock, all of three inches around and nine inches long, meant that it was big enough to rip someone a new one almost literally. The sight of it was nearly enough to have him gasping, and it was more than enough to leave him blushing in comparison to his own dick.

The feeling of it, the sense of seeing something that dwarfed his own cock in all ways, from length to width to the sheer amount that it could drip from those huge balls, meant that he felt like less of a man than ever before. The idea that he might have been able to top Pigma in bed, against that nine-incher, against that hole-wrecker, was beyond absurd.

He felt himself getting drawn in by the sheer size of it, but also from the tattoos along the pig's thighs, the way that it advertised itself.

_If you're close enough to read this, you should be sucking.

You're the pig here, not me. So get sucking, dick-pig.

If you're reading this and not huffing my musk, then you ain't doing your job._

All those and more were written all about the boar's crotch, advertisements and billboards that led someone right in towards the cock in the middle of it all. His cheeks were on fire by the time that his lips touched the tip of that dick, and he realized just how far he was falling.

"Go on. Suck the fucker."

That was all that he needed to hear. Peppy opened his mouth like a good boy and dove right in.

The taste of the cock was salty, for the most part, sweaty with a hint of the taste of pre-cum. There was nothing of the nastiness that he had been expecting from Pigma. Maybe Wolf had made him clean up, or maybe all the use of the other team members had cleaned off his cock before he had gotten around to using the hare. Whatever the reason was, he was thankful for it, because the size was hard enough to deal with on its own.

His eyes must have been bigger than his stomach, because his jaws felt like they were stretched to the limits of where they could go, and his mouth felt like it was getting stuffed with something that was determined to choke the life out of him. His eyes were going wider with each inch that passed between his lips.

And the feeling of it touching the back of his throat set off something that he hadn't expected. A gag reflex. He coughed, sputtering, trying to pull back, but Pigma's hand on the back of his head kept him right where he was, forcing him to take that little bit more, a little bit more cock than he already had.

"Hehehe, you think that you're going to pull back before the bottom? No way, no way. You better be ready to take the whole thing, because that's what you're going to get."

Peppy tried to slap against the boar's thighs, tried to get the leverage to pull back a bit more, but nothing happened. All that he managed was a coughing fit as the cock pushed even further into him, further down his throat, further into his face. His eyes were going wider and wider as he realized that his nose was inches away from bumping into the other man's crotch, and the fact that he was going to lose it, that he was going to be completely impaled regardless of whether he wanted to be or not, was enough to leave him gagging again.

His throat clenched, his stomach heaved, but everything stayed down. He couldn't pull back. He couldn't do anything that Pigma didn't let him do. He was completely helpless to the porcine's urges, and right at that moment, he was forced to take more and more cock.

The thick pig cock pushed further and further down his throat, past his gag reflex and right down into his neck. He gagged around it, his throat clenched, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't pull back, couldn't spit it out, couldn't get rid of it the way that he wanted to. All he could do was suck, swallow, and breathe, hoping that he'd get the chance to get it out of him soon.

Bit by bit, that cock was fed down his throat until he found himself kissing the base of it. His eyes were rolled back into his head, his vision going black as the world seemed to fade around him. Oxygen was at a premium, and he wasn't getting enough of it. He was shaking, starting to go limp, his body losing its control, tensing up and then relaxing, his cock spurting pre...

And then, Pigma yanked him back.

Air had never felt so good as it did right at that moment, as he sucked it down like a starving man would have sucked down food. He panted for air, he gasped for it. He managed two lungfuls before he was pulled down again.

Once more, he gagged, but this time, he was more ready for it, more understanding of what he needed. He swallowed constantly, pulling that cock to the back of his throat right off the bat rather than letting it linger, rather than trying to pull back. He forced it into him, feeling the clench, but the sheer heft of that dick kept him from actually vomiting, kept him from giving into the gag. All that he had to do was force it, to take it fast, and then it didn't bother him so much.

Pigma squealed with laughter and pleasure over him, saying something that Peppy was too oxygen-deprived to hear. All he could do was swallow like a good boy, forcing it down his throat, forcing that cock to keep spewing pre into his neck, forcing himself to do more and more and more to try and get it to cum before he drowned in the damn thing. Once more, his vision was starting to go black, but he knew better than to believe that Pigma would be kind every time.

Pigma wasn't a good person. Pigma was a very, very cruel person, and he would keep pushing the hare to the limits that Peppy thought he had. Then the limits would be broken, and he would be pushed further, further, and further still, and if he was a good boy, it would be done gently. If he was a bad one, then he would be broken. Hard.

Isn't this breaking, though? Aren't I doing the breaking to myself?

Probably, but that was better than being broken by someone that knew how to do it and took pleasure in doing it as roughly and painfully as he possibly could. He gulped down that shaft again, pulling it into his neck to the hilt, his hands jiggling those balls in front of him in a desperate attempt to push Pigma to the edge, to get him to cum. He panted, huffing through his nose oxygen that he couldn't really afford to do without. He felt the straining again, the pain, the discomfort as his lungs started to empty.

He was losing it, his vision going dark around the edges, going into a tunnel of light. He looked up around the cock, his eyes watering -

And he was pulled back again.

This time, he was allowed to fall down, landing on his side as he coughed and gasped from feeling something so big ripped right out of his throat. The older man grabbed his neck, panting, shaking, groaning, while Pigma laughed overhead.

"Heheh, look at that. The great fighter, the great old man, sucking my dick like it was the last drink in the galaxy," the boar said, moving to stand behind the naked hare. "What's the matter, old man? Getting too into it? Forget how to breathe?"

"Just...so...big..."

"You bet I am. Bigger than any of you punks. Bigger than everybody except Wolf on the team."

That meant that he was getting the roughest treatment from a giant dick, but it also meant that if the others decided to use him, it wouldn't be as bad as if Pigma was. Unless he got handed over to Wolf for something, he supposed, but that was unlikely to happen. And he doubted that Wolf had one that was as thick as what Pigma had.

The boar grabbed him by the legs, kicking him around until he was lying on his back. Peppy was still panting for breath, his seven-incher standing up hard and strong, and he blushed as the boar looked down at him and smirked.

"What?"

"You ain't got much compared to me. I guess maybe James would have squealed for it, but not like he did for me."

"You...you..."

"Heh, what do you think had him squealing so much before you two tried to escape?"

The thought of his old enemy fucking his old boss, showing him the 'pleasure' of being a bottom, was almost enough to make him pop his load right then and there, but he managed to hold off. Barely. The idea of giving it now, of getting that sort of pleasure, of giving Pigma what he wanted and learning what James had gotten...

It was a hell of a lot more tempting than it should have been, that was for damn sure.

He panted for breath as his legs were pulled up and over his head, his legs bent back over his stomach and exposing his hole. The feeling of cold air, then hot cock, pressing against him sent a shiver down his spine, but the hare knew better than to resist. The last thing that he needed to do was give Pigma a reason to start getting even nastier. The idea of having that cock in his ass...

Well, it wasn't a bad thought, as humiliating as that was. He just wanted to feel something...different. Something good. Something that meant that all the good work that he had done had meant something to someone, somewhere.

And that...

That would have to be Pigma.

I'm a good guy. I didn't do anything wrong. I'm a good boy, he said in his head, not wanting to say it out loud, not wanting to give Pigma any more power. He reached up to his knees, taking hold of them at the unspoken command from the boar, and kept them out of the way as the pig started grinding against his asshole. I'm doing this for me. Not for him. For me. I'm a good boy.

"Hehehe, good boy, Peps. Looks like you at least know how to present yourself, heheh."

The pig's squealing laugh was all the more humiliating as he knew how exposed he actually was. The feeling of that hot cock against his ass was not making him feel better about it, and yet, it was making him feeling hornier than he had ever been. That cock had conquered his team, and had conquered his old employer. He had been the one to miss out.

Now, he was getting the prize that good boys were supposed to get.

Good men got ass.

Good boys got cock.

And if he couldn't be a good man, then he would be a hell of a good boy.

He whimpered, biting his lips as he felt that tip pressing against his hole, working into him little by little. The beer-can thickness was not making it an easy thing to take, but he didn't give up, didn't hold back. He pushed his ass out a bit, flexing and bearing down as if he was pushing something out, forcing it to open up a little bit. Pigma chuckled, pumping his cock a few times, squirting pre into his ass.

"Hehehe, that's it, Peps. Make it nice and easy for me. You do that, and I'll make you cum your fucking brains out."

That was what he was hoping for. If he got that, at least he'd know he had done well.

Be good, be good, be good, he kept thinking, wanting to hold onto something. He had always been good. Now he could do it for a good reason. Be good and it'll feel good. Be good and -

"MMMPH!"

The hare's eyes clenched shut as the pig's cock finally popped in, the thick head forcing his hole wide open in a way that no toy ever had done before. He panted for breath as he felt it wriggling deeper, forced in and out with a few short humps before it started to really claim him. His ass cheeks felt like they were trying to snap back as all his muscles tensed up at once, but Pigma seemed to know what he was doing. The boar kept him pinned, forcing him to take it, to feel the whole thing going into him again.

It was so huge, so hot, so...heavy against his insides, for lack of a better word. All he knew was that it was filling him up in a way that nothing was ever supposed to fill up that hole, and it was getting worse and worse, more and more to deal with. Every inch that was forced inside of him spread him further than any toy ever had, than any fantasy had ever touched.

"Ah...ah..."

And his cock loved it, and so did he. His ass hurt, yes, and his hole burned, but the sheer size was something to be proud of taking. He was a damn good boy, a good hare for making it through that first bit of the penetration, for taking something that was bigger than the average cock by so much. He panted as he smiled, forcing himself to grin through it as that cock went deeper, further, pushing into his hole and claiming every bit of his body that it touched.

Peppy leaned his head back, huffing, puffing as his cock oozed over his belly, every thrust rubbing against his prostate in a different way, hitting it from a different angle. The sheer thickness of the boar's cock was making sure that it never stopped getting hit, never stopped feeding him pleasure, but it was the way that it was grinding into him, the thickness and the length of it, the fact that it was going right up to his belly that made him moan.

Try to be this good, Fox, Slippy, Falco, he thought. I can do it better than any of you. Experience...experience beats your flash...

He grunted, panted, grunted, moaned as the thrusts sped up, as he felt that cock claiming his depths in more and more extreme ways. The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger, and he was barely holding out against the way that Pigma was pounding him. His cock was throbbing, begging to cum, but he was doing his best to hold out, to make it last for a bit longer, to be a good boy and not cum before he was told.

He opened his eyes again, looking up at his captor, his partner, his old wingman. Pigma was huffing and puffing, a bit of a jiggly mess, but there was no doubt who was in charge when the boar leaned down and smirked at him, licking his face, forcing another messy kiss.

They held it for a few seconds, bouncing around as the hare was rutted, and there was something about it, something about the roughness, the foulness, the wrongness, that finally broke the hare's self-control.

"Nnnngh!"

He came against his belly and Pigma's, soaking them both with his cum. He panted for breath as the pig suddenly stopped, not sure what to think, not sure how to think as that cock slipped out of his ass.

As it popped free, he felt empty, emptier than he had ever been, and the sensation was not pleasant. He shivered as he felt his hole clenching down, trying to pull on something, trying to milk something.

Broken. He knew that it was going to happen, but the fact that he had done it to himself....I broke myself for him, and...and it feels...good.

That was the humiliating part. He had done more to himself than he had ever imagined doing to one of the subs under him, more to shape himself to Pigma's cock than he had ever thought to do to a submissive in his dreams. The good boys had always been eager, always been willing, but...

But he had surpassed even the good boys of his fantasies. He had outstripped them. He had earned that dick, and he wanted it back.

Pigma pulled him to his feet, instead, dragging him towards the table.

"Looks like the bad boy's gotta have some modifications, heh. Something to keep him from going nuts again, eh?"

"Nnngh. I'm sorry. It just...it felt so..."

"Yeah, it felt good. And when we get you nice and fixed so you can't cum without permission, then you're going to feel even better, aren't you, Peps?"

"I'll feel...feel even better, yes."

"That's a good boy."

He blushed as even being called that sent a shiver down his spine, allowing himself to be tied down to the exam table. It was a big thing, something that he hadn't quite expected for this place, but it was...cool. Something that he needed after being used so hard, he was surprised to say.

He allowed the bindings to come down over his neck, his ankles, his wrists, his waist. It pinned him down, left him helpless, and he was good with that. Some instinct in him tried to spread his legs as Pigma looked down on him, tried to flash his stretched asshole, but he was tied down too well for that.

It did give Pigma a laugh, though, something that he did feel proud of accomplishing. After all, a good boy should give his master something to enjoy, even if it wasn't his body.

The time that he spent on the table went by quickly, and by the time he was done, his cock and his balls had been modified. There was an implant in there, something that allowed his cock to get hard as a rock and point straight up, but it was connected to something that Pigma used, something that he controlled, that would prevent the hare from cumming unless he had permission from his master to do just that.

Of course, it also meant that Pigma could force him to cum over and over again, and the pig had done just that as soon as the operation was over. He was still soaked with all the residual seed, too.

He felt like something had been done with his head, too. He didn't know what, and he was pretty sure that whatever it might have been, Leon was involved. There was a big enough bump on the back of his head to have come from something besides banging his head on the table as he slid off of it.

Regardless, he was taken from the experiment room to a different chamber. This one was more like a barracks, and to his surprise, the other members of his team were there, too.

Naked, of course, but they were all there, from the much-enhanced Slippy with his massive member that put them all to shame, to Fox who was sitting in front of a webcam while wearing a mask and riding a dildo, to Falco, who was grunting and doing pull-ups in the corner. Peppy stared at all of them, shaking his head slowly as the door swished shut behind him.

They're...letting us be together?

That seemed like a recipe for disaster until he reconsidered it. The fact that they had all been captured and then put through one experience or another meant that they were probably all broken down, all turned against the cause that they used to fight for. If any of them still had fight left, it would have been Fox or Falco, and they were clearly more focused on what they were doing than getting out of this room.

They know that we're not a threat, the older hare thought, shaking his head. They don't have to worry about us planning anything stupid...

He looked at his old friends, hardly believing the things that had happened to them. Falco, at least, seemed a bit similar. Anti-social, pushing himself to be better, to be the best of the four of them, but for the other two...

Slippy barely looked up at him as he walked up, the toad too busy sucking himself off. While he was grateful for the little break in the perpetual stream of words from the amphibian, it was still rather strange to see, something that he hadn't expected in the slightest.

"You okay, Slippy?" he managed to ask.

"Mmmph." The toad had to lean his head back to let his cock back out of his mouth, and when it did come free, it popped out hard, oozing, dripping, leaking. "I'm fine. Pretty distracted by this thing, but fine. Why?"

"I'm just...surprised. I mean. You ran off without telling me anything, and now..."

"Oh, this?"

Slippy flicked his cock around, almost hitting Peppy in the face with it.

"This is fine. It makes it a bit hard to think, which means that Andrew is going to be smarter than me from now on, but I like it. I have a break, I'm not thinking about all the bad stuff all the time, and I just start thinking about my hard cock if I start getting anxious. Just think about the big hard thing, throbbing and begging to go right back in my mouth, and how good it feels to suck it, and - mmmmph..."

And just like that, the toad was back to sucking himself off. Peppy didn't know if that was a good thing or not, but conversation was definitely over.

Shaking his head, he walked over to his former employer, watching as Fox continued to ride the dildo for the webcam. He could just make out the comment stream on the side, and he realized that the former mercenary leader was actually running a cam-whore service.

"What the hell, Fox?!"

"Hey, Peps. You got anything left in that dick, or am I going to be stuck riding this toy?" Fox grunted.

"You - what?"

"You want to fuck this ass or not? The only way you're getting it is on camera, and they've been begging me to actually ride a real one for a while."

"You - I..."

The out of the blue offer had caught him completely by surprise, and he had no easy answer. His mouth just hung open as he watched his former commander bouncing up and down, that curved, padded rump slamming down on the thick dildo harder and faster than he had ever seen someone do it outside of porn.

His cock slowly throbbed to life, though he knew that he wouldn't be able to blow his load in the fox. That didn't matter to him. Not so much as it would have done in the past. All that mattered was that he was going to get what he really, really wanted, what he had needed for years.

Fox's ass.

"Get that dildo out of the way and let's show them how you ride a man's cock," the hare grunted.

"Heh, but Wolf isn't here."

"I'll be man enough."

"We'll see."

They swept the dildo out of the way, and the old hare slid in to replace it. The camera didn't catch his face, but his gray-furred balls were definitely in view, as was his seven-inch cock. Fox grabbed it, rubbing it against his ass a few times as he grinned.

"Heh, at least you've got some thickness. More than Falco does."

"You better be ready for it."

"I've been stretched by Wolf again and again. I'm ready for this."

It might have been sloppy seconds. It might have been in front of a camera. It might have been different in a hundred ways from the fantasies that Peppy had had about fucking his boss's ass, but regardless of all that, one thing was just right.

He was finally in Fox's ass, and he was getting the chance to show the boy what it meant to fuck someone with experience.

The End