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From Hot-Shot to Sex-Pot

Part 4

For Anonymous

By Draconicon

The blowjob was not easy. Falco was jostled repeatedly by the moving hover-car as Leon drove them back to the hotel. Each bump in the road was reflected through the hover-field, nearly launching them off the shaft in their beak, only to have a hand shove them right back down. The constant assault on the back of their throat should have been painful, but all they felt was desire. Need and want and...so much more.

They spent every red light going deeper, sucking harder on the base of the shaft and pulling the head into their throat. The constant taste of pre-cum and the heavy scent of musk down there set their pussy on fire, leaving them drooling over their seat and oozing along their thighs. Everything felt so good that it was hard to think of anything but the constant need that they were filled with.

They wanted more.

They needed more.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

The urge to reach back between their legs and start rubbing their pussy with a feathered finger was strong, too, but they held off from that much. It was going to have to wait. They would only get more and more tempted if they were too aggressive with what they did. If they started teasing, then the fucking might not be enough. They might not cum from it the way that they wanted.

Up, down, up, down, pushing that cock all the way to the back of their throat before swallowing it hard. Each time, they felt Leon stiffen slightly, the chameleon clearly enjoying the service he was getting. Not enough to cause an accident or get off, but enough to show it in the way that he kept oozing, the flow getting stronger, swifter down their throat.

Suck, swallow, suck, swallow. Falco clenched down with their throat again and again, feeling the tapered tip of that cock deep inside. The sensation of having that so far down their throat compared to the feeling of fucking someone else's face was so different. They remembered how it felt to do it in the hotel room, obviously, but this...this was so much more active, less of a thing inflicted on them. It was harder to rationalize, harder to get away from, but as horny as they were, getting away from it was the last thing on their mind.

Up, down, up, down, sucking away with abandon, bringing that thick thing to the rear of their throat, their beak spreading wide near the base of that cock to take the whole thing. Falco couldn't believe just how far their jaw could spread at times, and they were pretty sure that Leon was caught off-guard at least once, too.

Up, down, up, down, up -

POP!

Leon dragged their head off that thick nine-incher, leaving them gasping as they were able to breathe normally again. Their eyes were hazy as the chameleon pulled the keys from the car, nodding out the window.

"We're here, feather-brain."

Here. The hotel. Falco turned their head, looking out the window with bleary eyes, hardly believing that this was actually happening. It felt almost like a dream. A bad dream? Or a good dream? Their body and their mind were fighting with each other on the particulars, but the dream-like state couldn't be denied with the surreal feeling in the air.

Ziiip. The chameleon pulled his pants back up, getting out of the driver's side door. Falco just stared, unable to pull their head together quite right at first, and Leon took the initiative by going over to their side of the car and opening the door.

"Come on, slut."

"What - like this? Like...this?"

"Everyone can see you already. Besides, I like my toys putting on a show before we have fun."

So much for keeping this between them. Then again, Falco was all but sure that nobody would really recognize him like this. All but drooling past their beak, their eyes bleary and red, and their hips and ass bigger than they'd ever been before, the pheasant projected a very different image to their usual one. It was just possible that others wouldn't recognize them.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

They blushed as they were pulled from the car, Leon dragging them free by the wrist. Their talons hit the pavement, and they blushed worse as the eyes of the valet turned to them and stared down. The feeling of that stare right at their pussy, locked to it and straining with incredulity, was enough to make the bird's cheeks burn in humiliation. They wanted nothing more than to leap back into the car, but Leon's grip on their wrist kept them from doing anything but stepping forward.

"Good evening," Leon said, deliberately walking slower than normal and forcing Falco to do the same. "Having a good one?"

"Uh, yes, Mr. Powalski. Is this, uh...is this..."

"It's my toy for the night. If it doesn't behave well, then perhaps you'll get the chance to use them yourself."

Jeez Louise, you've got to be kidding me, Falco thought, but even as they tried to be more upstanding, more determined, it was hard to stand up straight with someone like the wolf at the door staring down at them. The idea that someone might pin them to the wall, force their legs apart, rub their pussy before shoving it in, was more than enough to keep them dripping.

"Alright, alright, keep walking," Leon said.

There was little choice in the matter; getting dragged along by the chameleon meant moving at his pace, and that alternated between quick-stepping and slow-walking depending on how many eyes were on them. More often than not, it was slower, forcing the bird to put themselves on display, to feel all those eyes on their pussy, their ass, on every exposed bit of flesh. The humiliation of being dragged around like some sort of trophy toy was not lost on Falco, but neither was the odd cut of embarrassing pleasure that came with it.

This isn't hot...this...this isn't something that I want...

But yet, they couldn't deny that there was a heat underneath the whole thing, a warmth that promised a release that was going to be far hotter, far better than any that they'd had before. They blushed worse as they realized that they were dripping, clit throbbing out from under its hood as they imagined what everyone else was thinking.

It only got worse as Falco heard some of the comments going through the hotel lobby. They couldn't have known it was the hot-shot pilot of the Star Fox team, but they still talked about the pheasant freely.

"Look at that little creature. Is Leon really taking that back to his room?"

"Well, to be fair, she's got a good ass."

"Are you sure it's even a she? I mean, look at that chest."

"Everyone's got different sizes, but now that you mention it...the bird does look familiar."

If it wasn't for the fact that Leon laughed dismissively, Falco would have been sure that they were about to be pimped out to the lobby. More than that, they weren't entirely sure that they would have put up a fight. Their head...their head felt funny, their body hot and needy, and their pussy was all but screaming to be filled. The emptiness between their legs felt almost overwhelming, and when Leon pulled them to a stop in front of the elevator, they would have actually gone to their knees and kept sucking the chameleon asshole.

Instead, Leon turned them around. The pheasant shivered as their arms were pulled behind their back. As the chameleon kicked their legs apart, showing off their pussy further and further, Falco's cheeks went redder and redder. Their eyes went wide as more than a few erections popped up around the room, and the eyes of every man in the lobby was on them.

"Take a look around, bird-brain," Leon whispered in their ear. "If you don't do good tonight, this is what you're going to come back to. Now that they know you're here, they'll be waiting all night. Just in case."

"You...you..."

"I grabbed you because I thought you'd be fun. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to keep you if you don't do a good job," the chameleon hissed. "So, make sure that you impress me upstairs, or I'll be sending you right back down...and not everyone will treat you so nicely as I will. Do you understand me?"

"...Y-yes..."

"Good. Now, hold that position for a few more seconds."

Falco watched as some of the customers in the lobby reached for their phones, slowly pulling out communicators and pointing the lenses at them. The humiliating sound of clicks fill the air, and it was hard not to blush worse.

Click.

Click.

Click.

And then the elevator dinged behind them. Leon pulled them back, stepping inside and shutting the door behind them. Falco wheezed out a gasp of relief, sagging back against the rear wall, feeling the cold surface brushing against their rump in the process. The sheer squishiness back there was yet another reminder of the changes that their body had gone through, the curse of the drug hitting them harder and harder with each passing second. They clenched their beak, shaking their head as they tried to stand up a little straighter, to assume a little more dignity once more. It was hard, and they didn't know if it even worked, but they tried.

The elevator moved quickly, too quickly for them to get into any fun. It reached the penthouse floor and Leon pulled them along, the pheasant following their new master - master for the night? The week? Who knew? - toward the penthouse door. The humiliation was burning hotter and hotter now that they knew what they would be required to do. Not just beg, but to follow through, to show that they were the chameleon's good little whore if they didn't want to be sent right back down to the lobby into that pool of sharks. They were all riled up now, and any chance to have the toy that the chameleon no longer needed would be taken instantly.

Be good. Be hot. Be sexy. Don't let him trade you.

Even if that might be hot.

It won't be. Not long term.

Falco didn't know what was going through their head, but there was still that faint hint of dignity, that warmth way back in the rear of their mind that demanded that they at least try and keep hold of that tiny bit of what they had left. Leon. Just Leon. No more than Leon. The need was so strong, but that little bit of dignity begged for that tiny bit of mercy still.

They entered the penthouse, reached the bedroom. Falco got thrown onto the bed and didn't fight it, not even when their arms were thrown back and pinned to the top of the bedframe. The helplessness only got worse as their legs were spread wider, the chameleon shifting along the bed to straddle their chest and look down at their face.

"Let's see how well you can suck cock like this...Heh. Who am I kidding? Let's see how long you can take getting face-fucked, feather-head."

The chameleon's cock batted against Falco's cheek, then the other one, leaving little pre-cum slime trails behind. He must have gotten undressed while Falco was still out of it; how far gone was the bird, at this point? It was hard to tell, but it was only getting worse. Their head spun round and round as they were situated, their beak nudged open before -

"Ulk!"

Falco gasped as the chameleon rammed his cock down their throat, their eyes going wide as the salty, musky flesh was buried in the back of their throat. Each pulse from the head down their neck made it clear that it was still oozing, and this time, the big guy was standing over them, rubbing that cock along their tongue and using their face like never before.

It was different than being on their knees and getting face-fucked. This was...this was more intense, more being used. Broken down, Falco thought, and that was more accurate than they wanted to admit. The sheer insanity of being pinned like this, of allowing someone that they had hated for so long to use them, was something that hit harder than the bird wanted to admit. Each thrust, each little tap of those balls against their chin, was a reminder that they had come back to ask for this. That they had come back to beg for this, for that matter.

In, out, in, out, each time shoving their head deeper into the pillow and the mattress, each time lodging that thick, nine-inch cock as far down their throat as it could go. The pressure that they felt every time that they swallowed around it sent shivers down their spine, and Falco whimpered as the same sort of clenches were building up between their legs, getting stronger and stronger with each thrust. Their hips twitched, trying and failing to thrust in the air, getting closer and closer even without getting touched. The smell, the thick smell of chameleon cock and pre-cum was getting stronger and stronger, and they couldn't get away from it.

"Yeah, that's what you need, isn't it, feather-head?" Leon whispered. "You knew that you were going to get used coming back here. You knew that I wasn't going to go easy. But you came back anyway. Because you know what you got the last time, and you know that you need it again. And again. And again. Deep down, Lombardi, you're nothing but a little bitch. My little bitch."

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

Falco shivered. The humiliation was worse than they expected, particularly with how true it felt. Their thoughts were bulldozed with every thrust, knocked out of the way and keeping them from defending themselves, even if they wanted to.

And they weren't sure that they did. The feeling of being so pinned, so rutted, so used, was slowly breaking down all the inhibitions that they'd had around the idea to start with. Their talon-toes curled again and again as their throat was violated, utterly opened up and fucked raw, and they couldn't stop moaning around that dick. In, out, in, out, each time pushing into their throat and then pinning their tongue in place, leaving behind a flow of pre-cum that was impossible to ignore. It was so hot, so heavy.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

Falco arched their back, their tongue dancing along the underside of the chameleon's cock as their rival gripped their head and thrust away. Each time that it went down their throat, they swallowed hard. Each time their beak hit the base, they sucked in more of the scent, pulling it down their nose and into their lungs. The pheromones had their pussy feeling like it was on fire, and there was no thought, no protest. There was only the raw hunger to be used, abused, and brought low.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

If Falco's hands had been free, they would have brought them up, not to push those hips away, but to pull them closer. They wanted to taste that cock, to feel it down their throat for longer and try and coax more of that pre-cum down their throat. Suck, swallow, suck, swallow; they couldn't stop, even as their throat begged for more. It was like an addiction, a rapidly building addiction that was fed with each pulse.

"That's it, bird-brain. Take it. Show me that you need it."

And they needed it. Oh, they needed it more than they realized with each throbbing swell. They moaned, their eyes rolling back in their sockets as they felt each swallow pulsing between their legs, a reminder that they had come this far and that they needed all the more. Suck, swallow, suck, swallow, pulling that thing further down their neck and making it all the more slick and wet, and -

Falco was thrusting their hips further and further, trying to cum, trying to get off as they tasted the chameleon's cock. It was so strong, so drippy, and it was just better. Better than their cock had ever been. They were the weaker of the two, so much weaker and more worthless, more like the bitch than they had ever been the top.

This was where they belonged. This was where they were supposed to be, how they were supposed to live their lives. They were supposed to serve, to be beneath the real males, to let them do as they wished and no more. Falco moaned, sealing their beak as tightly around that shaft as they could, holding that sucking pose for as long as Leon would let them...

And then it popped free.

"Ah...ah...please..."

Falco had just broken. They didn't realize it at first, but then it slowly became more and more apparent. They had just...begged. Begged to have a cock down their throat, begged to have that slamming in and out of them right then and there. The fact that they had fallen so far...the need that still pulsed between their legs...

The humiliation. The utter humiliation.

Leon must have seen it in their eyes, because the chameleon chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled back. The urge to chase after that cock was overpowering, and Falco leaned after it before they were aware of doing so. Only the ropes kept them from embarrassing themselves even further, but they still craved it even though they were pulled back.

"The addiction's already good and strong, huh? Good. That's what I wanted to see. Well, now. Let's get that pussy of yours all ready for me, shall we?"

"It's already...already ready..."

"Not as ready as it's going to be."

The chameleon chuckled, leaning around the bed, and the pheasant just huffed and shivered, clenching their toes and curling their hands into ever-tighter fists. What else could they go through before they were given what they needed? How much more did they have to suffer before they were finally allowed the freedom to just...give in...and cum?

How long?

The answer came as Leon stood up again, holding a vibrator wand. The blunted end was too big to fit inside of their pussy, but Falco had seen enough porn to know what that thing could do. They arched their back, thrusting their hips towards it even as they tried to pull their back away from it, their body fighting itself as Leon leaned closer.

"Oh, don't worry. This isn't going to be enough to get you over the edge. It's just going to tease you. Remind you what you need, what you can't have without me. You know how it goes."

"You...you...nnngh!"

The machine touched them and turned on in the same moment, and Falco screamed at the top of their lungs as the pleasure hit. The rippling vibrations tore what sanity remained from their skull and they arched their back and their hips forward, grinding on that thing and leaving them shivering and shaking. Huff, thrust, huff, grind, always sliding that wet little slit against that toy, that wand, forcing it to pleasure them and give them what they were aching for. The constant surge of energy from down below only grew stronger as they felt the need grow greater, their hips twitching, their eyes closing and opening and closing again as they fought the draining sanity that came with the constant barrage of pleasure vibrating up from their pussy.

And yet, it was a losing battle. Falco's beak hung open and sounds that they hadn't even realized that they could make were coming from their throat. The constant needy moans were getting louder and louder, impossible to deny, and they were just...so intense...so strong...

"Ah...nnngh...mmmph...Oh god..."

Falco didn't even know what they were saying anymore. The rolling tip of the vibrator wand wandered along their sex, rolling down towards their ass before swinging up to their clit. They screamed so loud that it would be a wonder if nobody else heard them, their muscles tensing up, sweat running down their legs and back.

"Fuck, FUCK!"

They screamed again and again, unable to stop, just feeling that constant push and pleasure. Even as they thrust their hips down, trying to get that little bit more pleasure between their legs, they couldn't get it. The constant need just kept growing, the pleasure and bliss and tightness inside their pussy getting almost too much to take. The need, that absolute need just didn't go away.

It didn't end.

It didn't finish.

It was just there. Just like with the toy, the pleasure from the vibrator wasn't enough. All it did was make them wetter, their inner walls clenching on nothing and begging for the satisfaction that would only come from one cock. One very specific cock that happened to be in the room, and which wasn't in them.

Falco lifted their head, staring at the chameleon as the sadistic pilot looked down at them. He didn't even touch himself; all he did was roll the toy this way and that, teasing the pheasant to the edge of endurance. They whimpered, their hips bucking like mad, all but fucking themselves on the toy as much as its size would let them.

"You know what you gotta do, bird-brain," Leon said. "I'm waiting for the magic words."

"F-fuck...fuck..."

"Yes?"

"FUCK ME!" Falco shouted at the top of their lungs. "Fuck me, I can't take it anymore. Just fuck me, fuck me right into the bed! Use me as hard as you want, fill me up, do whatever you want, just as long as you fuck me and make me cum!"

That was all that Leon seemed to need to hear. The vibrator stopped, and with it, the bit of pleasure that the pheasant was getting. Falco almost cried at the sudden end of the pleasure between their legs, only for the warmth of the chameleon's body to press between them instead. The ropes bound them down, keeping them from bringing their legs up to push Leon and his cock down further.

"Mmmph...please...please...please..."

"You'll get it, bird-brain. You'll get it, and you'll never forget it."

The tapered tip of that lizard dick was rubbing them already, making it impossible to think of anything else. Falco's brain turned off. What little bit had been left was gone, dignity replaced with lust and utter desire. The constant pressure of that cock was driving them mad, and they knew that they needed it more than they had ever needed anything else in their life. Their entire existence had come down to a focus on that cock. Nothing more, and nothing less.

They spread their legs since they couldn't close them, showing off just how wet they were. Their eyes had nothing but need and lust for the chameleon over them, and their inner walls clamped and clenched together in anticipation of that fat cock pushing inside. They looked Leon right in the eye and made it clear with nothing but a moan that they were ready, surrendering, giving their body up for the use of the chameleon. Any and all attachment to what they used to be had disappeared, replaced with nothing but lust and desire to be used.

Leon smiled...and thrust. The first punch of that cock past their pussy lips was just as good as it had been on all fours, perhaps even better as it went deep right off the bat. Falco moaned, arching their back, everything going tight for a moment before relaxing to really savor the feeling. Oh, it was just as good as they had hoped, and that pre-cum...that slippery, slimy pre-cum was already doing what that dildo and the wand had failed to do.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

Falco gasped for breath as their need started rising, reaching for that dam-breaking moment. Their back left the bed, their beak hung open, and then -

"NNNGH!"

It took one thrust. Just one thrust, and they were cumming their brains out, their beak hanging open and their tongue lolling to the side. A hard squirt announced that first orgasm, staining the sheets as it went, and Leon just smirked.

"That's it, bird-brain. Now you know what you are. Nothing but a lump of easy meat for me. And you love it, don't you?"

Falco couldn't protest, and when Leon reached up, cupping their beak and rubbing the slime from earlier over their face, the pheromones drowned them. Their head rolled back, their body spasming as that orgasm continued running rampant through them. There was nothing to slow it down, nothing to stop it. All that they felt was utter need, utter bliss, and they wanted more.

And they got it. One slide back, then a thrust in, and they were halfway to another orgasm. Another thrust, and they were over, screaming again as they spasmed and shook beneath the talented pilot, the perfect lover.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The constant assault to their pussy was never-ending and always harder, firmer than they expected. Each slam, each sudden slide was enough to make them shake and shudder, forgetting more and more why they had wanted to be anywhere else. All that mattered was serving Leon, showing off how much they enjoyed being under the better pilot, the better man. Falco, the former pilot, was all but shattered under Falco the Bitch, Falco the Slut, Falco the Toy.

In, out, in, out, getting faster and harder. Falco could barely breathe as they were rutted, the pheasant rolling along the bed as the chameleon laid over them. The view never changed, but the feeling was always so intense, so amazing, so filling. That intense feeling of being taken from above, being treated more like a female rather than a male that happened to be beaten, only made it all the more humiliating.

They were starting to think that they had a thing for that. It felt good to be beaten. It felt better to be used.

In, out, in, out, picking up the pace, the hard hits of the scaly hips along their own making it impossible to think of anything but the next orgasm - nine? Ten? Eleven? They had lost count - and the rough use that never seemed to stop. Leon had stopped talking, seemingly totally focused on using them, rutting them, making use of their pussy at an almost constant rate, and that was fine. Falco just fell further and further, descending into that needy space that refused to let them go.

It felt...so good. Fox and the others had disappeared from their mind, leaving them with nothing but the thought of dick. Fat, tapered, lizard dick, the best dick, with a musk that had burned itself into Falco's mind. There was no escaping it, and they didn't want to escape it. Not anymore.

In, out, in, out, faster and harder, the squelching sound of each firm slotting-in marking just how wet Falco had gotten, how needy that slit had become. They didn't think anymore, just screamed in ragged gasps for more cock, more dick. There was no hesitation from Leon, either, just ramming it in harder...

Faster...

Deeper...

#

Falco woke some time later, body hard-used and pussy more than a little sore. The pheasant grunted under their breath, barely able to believe that they were conscious after so long. They tried to move, only to shiver in utter hyper-sensitivity. Everything felt so intense still, to the point where just sliding along the bed left them feeling as if they were grinding their pussy on something. They shook their head, trying to pull at the chains at their arms.

They had come free, thankfully. Leon had either undone them or ignored them, and now, the bird could sit up. They rubbed their wrists, shaking their head as they felt the sloshing around inside them. The sheer amount of seed inside must have come after they'd passed out. Something...something about that almost made it feel good. Falco blushed, covering their face as it burned hotter than usual. That really shouldn't feel as good as it did.

Yet, even as they tried to pull their thoughts together, trying to recover from the hard use, they could hear something from just outside the bedroom. Leon, yes, but someone else, too, someone else that sounded more than a little bit pissed. Falco forced themselves to their feet, all but crawling to the bedroom door as the voices got louder and pissier. They leaned against the wooden barrier, cocking their head to the side to catch the conversation.

"You fucking moron." Wolf, he realized. Wolf O'Donnel. "You think that this was going to end well for anyone? Fox just got in touch with me. Did you seriously think that drugging up that fucking bird was going to work out?"

"I don't know; he seems happy enough to me," Leon said, sounding as self-satisfied and smug as ever. "The bird-brain's sleeping off a hard rut right now. And besides, he came to me. He didn't even care that he was stabbing his friends in the back anymore; all that mattered was getting that dick."

"Well, his 'friends' apparently want him back. Now."

"Now, that's a bit of a sticking point. See, that drug is going to take a long time to wear off. If it ever does, of course, which it might not. And until then, that bird is going to be a complete addict to my dick. I doubt that he's going to be able to move around without thinking of being fucked. Completely useless as a pilot, now. Do you really think that they're going to want the bitch back -"

"Yeah, I do. Because unlike you, Fox has this idea of 'loyalty.' The pup's an idiot, but he cares about the other people on his team more than anyone on mine does. And he's going to want that bitch back regardless of whether he can fly. And he might just break the truce to get him back if you don't get your head out of your ass."

"...You're kidding."

"You think I'd be here if you weren't in the shit right now?"

Falco wasn't sure what to think. On the one hand, they were beyond surprised that Fox still thought that they were capable enough to want them back. Hell, they were ecstatic about that part of things. They'd assumed the whole team would think that they had been abandoned, and that was something that the pheasant was ready for. This...this need to have them back was something that they hadn't expected in the slightest.

On the other hand, there was the serious issue of the...addiction. Even now, even though the itch had been scratched and then some, there was still a feeling of emptiness between their legs, an emptiness that was only growing the longer that they stood there. Sooner or later, that urge would take over and drive them crazy once more, doing stupid shit to get off and get what they needed out of Leon.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

There was no clear answer to that question, and it was hard to admit just how trapped they were. They pulled back from the door as the conversation continued, Leon defending his decision and saying that it was going to give them an advantage and Wolf reminding the chameleon that they had never gotten a clear win over the Star Fox team. The whole thing was going to go on for a while, and Falco knew that there was nothing that they could do to actually add to the conversation.

And more that they would take from it, considering the need that came to mind just imagining Leon's dick.

They sat down on the edge of the bed, closing their eyes as they curled into a ball. The realization of just how far they'd fallen hit them hard, and they closed their eyes tightly as they imagined what would happen if Fox came to get them. Even if they could get this taken out of their system - something that they were rapidly coming to believe was impossible, even with the best doctors - they were still going to have to live with the fact that they couldn't control themselves. They were lost to their own urges.

What the fuck...what the fuck is wrong with me?

There was no clear answer. All they knew was that they were going to need another dose of Leon's fucking before long. Being surrounded by all the chameleon's pheromones was doing them no favors. They rubbed their beak, trying to break through it, only to huff and close their eyes all the tighter.

Fuck...

The End

Summary: Leon brings Falco back to the hotel and uses them. Hard.

Tags: M/I, NB, Leon Powalski, Leon, Falco Lombardi, Falco, Pheasant, Chameleon, Humiliation, Embarrassment, Exhibitionism, Addiction, Starfox, Rule 34, Vaginal, Vibrator, Oral, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Wet, Bondage,