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[b][u][center]From Hot-Shot to Sex-Pot

Part 8

For Anonymous

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Falco clenched their beak shut, huffing and staring up at the ceiling as Krystal slid her fingers in and out of their pussy. There was something about having their legs spread and someone that really knew what they were doing that made it feel [i]better[/i] than just being dicked down. Yet, that feeling being so much better was what made it so much worse.

They whined.

They begged.

They pleaded.

It didn’t work. Not Fox, not Slippy, not even Wolf went to get Leon. All of them just watched – and in the case of Fox and Slippy, held them down – as Krystal took her ‘turn’ with them. Talented fingers diving in and out kept stirring up their insides, keeping their lust high, but it wasn’t enough to break that damn wall.

“Nnngh…please…LEON!”

[i]Just let it happen, Falco.[/i]

“It won’t. It can’t!”

[i]You can let it happen.[/i]

Krystal’s voice was disturbingly calm as she worked them over, her lips sealed over their clit and – fuck, the falcon’s face hurt as they clenched their beak shut tighter than ever. Their eyes rolled back at the forced pleasure as scissoring fingers worked back and forth in their pussy, rubbing their g-spot and hitting it in ways that the men hadn’t been able to do with their cocks. They spasmed, shivering, their legs thumping against the med table as they were pushed to their limit and held there.

[i]It’s not a bad feeling, Falco. You don’t have to fight it.[/i]

“Nnngh…agh…”

[i]You don’t have to be ashamed of liking this. I like it. I love it when I get used, whether with Fox or anyone else.[/i]

“Gnnn…”

There wasn’t enough air for them to be able to speak. They couldn’t even get a syllable past their wheezing and panting, their needful whimpers and moans and whines. Three fingers, now, three fingers pushing in and out. It should have felt small and pitiful compared to the knotted cock that they had just taken, but there was something…something good…something teasing about it.

The binding.

The exposure.

The [i]shame.[/i]

[i]Mmm, do I need to show you what it feels like, to be a slut? To know that it’s okay, Falco?[/i]

They couldn’t answer. They didn’t have enough air to speak.

“Fox?” Krystal asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can you spare a moment to fuck me?”

“Uh, kinda busy – nngh – kinda busy keeping Falco pinned at the moment.”

“Ah, well. Wolf?”

“Huh? You’re asking me to –”

“It’s not that complicated; me and Fox keep it open. And I like a little…variety.”

Falco groaned, staring with red cheeks as the vixen flagged her tail off to the side. Her fingers never stopped teasing their insides, working all the way up to the bottom knuckle before curling back. The extra thickness and the constant rubbing right at the most sensitive part of their pussy was driving them up the wall, and they honestly weren’t sure how long they could take this – or would have been able to take it if they weren’t fucking cum-locked, but at the same time –

[i]Watch. It isn’t a bad thing to be a slut,[/i] Krystal thought at them as she turned to face him once more. [i]Sometimes, it’s the best thing in the world. And if you can accept it in yourself, there is nothing that can take that happiness away –[/i]

Krystal broke off with a grunt, huffing as Wolf slid inside of her from behind. Falco gasped, staring at the way that the vixen just…took it without shame. She even pushed her hips back, a little jiggle barely visible from the front as she helped their ‘enemy’ slip into her pussy, and Fox didn’t say a word.

[i]How many times…[/i]

Thrust.

Squelch.

“Nnngh!”

And just like that, Wolf was fucking Krystal right into Falco’s pussy. The sudden impact and thrust from the other side of the table meant that the vixen’s tongue and fingers were getting slammed into their sex that much harder. Despite the fact that Krystal was the one getting fucked, Falco still felt like they were the centerpiece on the table, the one that everyone was watching as they sweated and shivered, as they dripped and rolled their hips.

“Nnngh…ah…ah…”

The whimpers, the moans, the extensive gasps for breath, just kept coming. They were right up against that wall between them and orgasm, and it just wasn’t breaking.

[i]Because you don’t want it to break,[/i] Krystal whispered in their head as she was rutted into the table. [i]Because if you climax without being forced to, it means that you want this. That you allow this.

I don’t want this. I don’t. I don’t.

But you do…[/i]

Krystal’s fingers delved deeper into their body, a fourth one added to their pussy as the vixen’s mind pulled more and more of the things that had happened to them to the fore. Falco was forced to remember everything that Leon did to them, every offense, every use, and how good their body felt. They were forced to remember being naked in front of Fox when they first got away, and how part of them had hoped that Fox would take advantage and hold them against the wall and make them a bitch.

They remembered.

They were forced to remember.

And the wall felt weaker and weaker as they remembered the pleasure, and as Krystal forced more through their system. Her skilled tongue flicked along their clit, over their pussy, teasing and keeping up the utter need that had started with all the rutting and it never let up.

Falco stopped fighting, staring up at the ceiling as they were put through their paces. Licking, teasing, fingering, and now, this mental assault from a powerful Cerinean, forcing them to remember every slutty act that they had taken. They remembered getting dicked down, getting face-fucked, knotted, used by toys and more for the sake of others. They remembered the pleasure forced on them…and the pleasure that they were forced to seek out –

[i]No, that you wanted to seek out.[/i]

Krystal wasn’t letting them wiggle out of responsibility, either. Falco gasped for breath, arching their back right off the table as they remembered how they had acted with Wolf. Not just asking, but begging for the chance to get used. They remembered their pussy spasming as they were just out of sight for the call that Wolf had had with Fox, and the way that they were still shivering afterward. No regrets about what they’d done, only the regret that they hadn’t cum from it.

[i]Am I…

You are,[/i] Krystal said, her telepathic voice far calmer than the whines of pleasure that were escaping her mouth in the physical world. [i]You are a slut, but so am I. There’s nothing wrong with me, is there?

No, but –

But I’m a woman, and it’s more understandable? Heh…what about you? What about what you have between your legs now? Are you going to be a victim for the rest of your life?[/i]

Falco managed to lift their head just enough to look down between their legs. Their slit, their clit, their pussy. It had been forced on them, but now? Now, they were trying to think about what it would be like to have a cock down there again, and all they could think was that it would just feel…wrong. It wouldn’t feel right for them anymore, not with everything that had happened. Even if they could ask for an operation to get it back, they weren’t sure that they could bring themselves to do it.

And there was…there was that other part. That need…

Falco flopped their head back, their legs spreading further, further, further. Wolf was grunting, louder, harder, driving Krystal forward, and Falco could just barely smell the other men jerking off out of sight. Their cocks were under the metal barriers on either side of the table, but the smell was still there. They were enjoying this.

They liked him.

They liked Krystal.

Despite everything, there was still something there, something that marked what they used to be. It didn’t matter to them that the falcon and vixen were acting like complete wanton sluts between two teams that hated each other’s guts. In fact, the pair of them fucking around seemed to have given a temporary truce to the groups.

[i]It’s okay,[/i] Krystal said.

“Mmmph…ah…”

[i]Go on…let it out…[/i]

Falco could feel it. That utter release right on the other side of that wall, that endless pleasure that could be theirs again if they could just admit that they wanted it, rather than fighting it. All they had to do –

[i]I…I…[/i]

It was still hard. So hard. The word didn’t want to come, even as Krystal managed to get a full fist inside of their pussy. The vixen’s curled digits took up so much space, and her tongue traced the alphabet along Falco’s clit. The utter bliss was right there, and all they had to do was –

[i]I’m…I’m a slut…[/i]

Just admitting it, making it part of themselves, was all that they had to do, and the wall broke. Falco arched their back against the table one more time, screaming so loud that everyone else pulled away. Even the pressure of Krystal’s thoughts in their head disappeared as they nearly went into a fit, thrusting their hips and squirting away. An orgasm of such painful intensity washed through them, making them want to cry even as they screamed in the greatest bliss that they had ever felt.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

It washed over their body, through them, out of them as they squirted over Krystal’s face, across her cheeks and over her lips. The scent of horny, randy female was so strong that there was nothing else in the room. The seizures of muscles cramping and tensing took some of that pleasure away, but the fact that it had come on its own instead of from Leon was a pleasure all its own.

They were a slut.

They were a free slut.

The spasms of pleasure kept going for nearly a minute, everything working through their system before the bird flopped down again. They gasped for breath, barely aware of the world around them. It was like everything had just stopped for a moment, as if they were the only thing in existence.

Then, Wolf laughed.

“Heh…hehehehe…holy shit.”

“Okay, well, that happened,” Fox said, shaking his head. “You going to pull out of my girl now, Wolf?”

“Hmm? Oh, sure. She’s too loose for me, anyway.”

“Like hell I was,” Krystal muttered. “You were holding back the entire time.”

“Consider it a gift to the pup that I didn’t leave you with mine.”

POP!

The sound of Wolf’s cock sliding free was just as lewd as it left Krystal as it had ever been leaving Falco. As their enemy stepped back, every assembled member of the team – even Falco – stared at him, half-sure that he was about to stab them in the back. Despite the deal, Falco knew that losing them as the team slut would mean giving an asset back to Fox, and Wolf and Fox had always been at each other’s throats. Would he really be able to honor the deal?

“Looks like I don’t get the pleasure of seeing Leon take a beating, after all,” Wolf said.

“…We could always change that term of the agreement,” Fox said, chuckling. “We get to keep Falco, [i]and[/i] I get to beat Leon to a pulp.”

“Fun as it’d be to watch, pup, can’t let you have everything. Fact that you got this bitch to cum without Leon forcing it is miracle enough. Ain’t gonna let you have the chance to get a lucky shot that’ll put him out of the sky forever.”

“Pity.”

“Besides, I bet you anything that chameleon’s going to be more pissed off that he was wrong than anything else,” Wolf said, smirking. “I can’t wait to see that look on his face when he realizes that his science was off.”

“I, um, would like to see that,” Slippy said, holding up a finger. “Can I, um, be in the room when you tell him?”

“You know what, sure. I’m in a good fucking mood. Come on, frog.”

And just like that, Falco, Fox, and Krystal were left alone. The blue vixen crawled down from the table, gingerly rubbing under her tail for a moment before finding her footing. It was a little bit strange to see her naked; the rubber of her flight suit had become such a part of her look for the falcon that she almost looked more dressed without the almost fetishy garment. She tossed her head back before looking at Fox.

“Thanks for trusting me, hon.”

“No problem. Didn’t think that I’d be watching a sworn enemy fuck you today, but I guess that’s just part of dating you.”

“Heh, one of many plusses of being with a slut.”

“Not sure that I’d call it a plus, but it’s something different.”

“Do you two…do that a lot?” Falco asked, still getting their breath back.

“Heh, sometimes,” Krystal said, walking around the table and patting Fox’s cheek. “I’m more keen on it than Fox is, but he’s happy enough to enjoy a little side-tail while I’m getting some variety.”

“More like you stay busy enough that I have to get a little on the side,” Fox said, rolling his eyes.

“And yet, you always ask for the security feed.”

“…”

“Heh, I don’t mind, hon. And you know that I always come back to you.”

It was so weird to see them like that. While Falco had always known that their relationship – such as it was – was anything but typical, they’d never imagined Fox as someone that would just share someone out like that. Yet, they seemed…happy enough. Happy enough that they were still close even after what had just happened on the table.

[i]Then again, she was happy enough to see Fox fuck me, and that was going to be cheating and sharing out…[/i]

It was complicated, more complicated than they knew how to handle. Maybe –

“Don’t,” Krystal said, looking down at them. “I know where your thoughts are going. Don’t. That’s the post-orgasm ‘clarity,’ and trust me, it’s anything but clear.”

“But –”

“You took the first step, but it’s only the first step. There’s so many more to figure out what you are now, and if you run away from this when it’s still this fresh, you’re going to take forever to get back to this spot. You can always change your mind later, but right now, you need to take a little time and just…accept this.”

“That…I’m a slut?”

“That you enjoy this. Maybe you’re a slut, maybe not, but you are very judgmental of the word,” Krystal said, chuckling. “You can’t wear it as a badge of pride, and that means that you can’t see it as anything that you want to be. Let it sit with you for a while, and see if you can get rid of some of the judgmental bits on it. When you lose the sting that the word has, then you can decide if you want it or not.”

“…”

“I’d listen to her,” Fox said, shaking his head. “I don’t know where she gets half this stuff, but I’m happy taking mental advice from someone that knows how to read my mind. Seems like she’d be the one to listen to.”

Probably, but that didn’t mean that the advice was easy to take in. Still, Falco nodded, leaning back on the table as Fox and Krystal slowly undid the various restraints. The ability to finally have their limbs free was beyond freeing, and having their limbs no longer cut off from all bloodflow –

“Owwwwww!”

“Heh, pins and needles?”

“Yep…”

“Come on,” Fox said, helping them up. “A little walk around the room before you lie down again…”

#

Two hours later, they were in a different room, one that was filled with spinning lab equipment, glass vials, and who knew how many different types of extraction machines. They were even allowed a small lab coat, though it was barely enough to keep them decent as they watched Slippy and Leon work.

Slippy pulled a syringe from their arm, taking the blood over to a waiting machine and inserting it vial by vial. The frog hummed to himself as Falco observed.

“I don’t know how you managed to mess them up so bad, Leon,” Slippy said as he started the machine up. “I mean, I understand what you were going for, but – why would you try and hurt someone so much? It just feels…I don’t know, mean.”

“Hmmph. This is war, Toad,” the chameleon muttered under his breath. “If I can take care of one of you, then that means that the balance of power shifts in our favor.”

“But you –”

“And besides, the birdbrain deserved to get knocked down a few pegs. I don’t know how your telepath cheated, but I refuse to believe that the bitch got off without me in the room. That is completely impossible.”

“I was there. I saw it.”

“And you are nothing more than a smooth-skinned, smooth-brained idiot compared to the great Leon.”

Ever since the news had been broken, Falco’d heard that Leon had gotten more and more catty about the whole thing. Seeing it, however, was almost worth all the little afflictions that the chameleon’s scent brought with it. Ever since losing their cock, there had been a hint of fear about the chameleon, something that left the bird ill at ease. Now? Now, there was nothing more than a pissed-off little idiot that was upset that someone had broken his toy.

It was kinda hilarious.

Keeping their beak shut as Slippy walked back, Falco offered their arm. The frog shook his head.

“I’m going to need a different sort of sample for the next one.”

“Oh, um…what kind?”

“Uh…”

Slippy gestured downward. It took a second for the implications to hit, but when they did, their face burned.

“You need to –”

“Just a way of getting a more direct pheromone read, I promise. I’m not trying to…you know…get more…”

If there was any doubt that Slippy was genuine, it faded as the frog’s face burned brighter than Falco’s did. The sheer embarrassment on the scientist’s cheeks was oddly reassuring; they genuinely didn’t have any ill-intent. They just needed a sample from a very awkward area.

And a very stimulating one to put on display, Falco found as they spread their legs for their teammate. There was an oddly sensual thrill now that they had an option of covering it up most of the time. Having Slippy staring down there, knowing what the frog was looking at and what he could do if things went further –

“Um, you…you are very productive down here,” Slippy said, kneeling down at the base of the chair. “I didn’t – I was thinking that maybe you’d need – well, not much stimulation, I guess –”

“Either fuck the bird or get the sample, one or the other!” Leon shouted.

“…Just because you got your revenge wrong doesn’t mean you have to shout at me,” Slippy muttered.

As the frog pulled out a collection swab, the chameleon whipped around from his microscope. His face was all kinds of twisted up in rage, and he stomped across the lab with one hand down between his legs and the other balled up in a fist.

“You little – I’ll show you that I didn’t screw up!”

It happened faster than Falco or Slippy could respond to. One second, Leon was still making his way over. The next, the chameleon had fished his cock out and slapped it against Falco’s face, forcing the musky shaft against their cheeks and making them breathe it in –

“NNNNGH!”

Falco came right then and there, arching their back against the exam chair and nearly smothering Slippy between their thighs. The sudden spray and relief was forced on them, so powerful and intense that it was enough to leave them half-catatonic as their body kept trembling in forced pleasure.

Clench.

Pulse.

Clench.

Pulse.

“Hmmph. You see?” Leon said, slapping his cock across the bird’s beak and drawing another pleasurable spasm from them. “Whatever else has happened, the slut is still keyed to me. Whatever happens with your little ‘cure,’ Falco will always remember what happened. How much easier it was when they didn’t have to think. What it means to be broken…by me. Won’t you, birdbrain?”

“Get off him!”

Falco was too deep in the forced pleasure to be able to say or do anything as Slippy tackled the chameleon off of them. A scuffle further off continued, but they were too helpless – too useless – to do a damn thing as their body went through the last aftershocks of their unwanted orgasm. The pheromones were still so strong, and their body still reacted so harshly, that there was no fighting it.

By the time that they were able to see straight, the situation had already been handled. Fox stood over Leon and Wolf stood between them, keeping another punch from landing. Slippy had a black eye, but was otherwise okay, and…

And Falco just sat there, feeling useless.

[i]I couldn’t even protect myself there,[/i] they thought, hand on their forehead. [i]I couldn’t help Slippy, I couldn’t do anything.[/i]

Just when they thought they had a handle on things, just when they thought they were getting better, they just had to get a reminder that everything was so much worse than they thought it was.

#

Three hours later, and they were winding down for sleep. Krystal had already left, and so had Slippy. Wolf and Leon were on their side of the facility, and there had been assurances that there would be no further contact between the bird and the chameleon without Falco directly asking for it. It was a scant comfort after being put through the wringer in the lab just a few hours ago, but they’d take whatever they could get.

The falcon sat at the edge of their bed, their arms folded across their chest as they leaned forward. They were allowed clothes, now. Simple clothes, yes, nothing more than a prison-style jumpsuit, but at least it covered everything. They were able to sit with their legs spread as if they were still a man without any difficulty, and while there were occasional stains down there from random waves of arousal, they were able to deal with that. Mostly.

Knock, knock.

“Come in,” Falco muttered.

The door slid to the side as Fox stepped through. Their wingmate leaned against the wall as the door shut behind him.

“You okay?” Fox asked.

“Not really.”

“Slippy’s going to be alright.”

“Shouldn’t have happened like that,” the bird muttered, covering his eyes and beak. “I thought…I thought things were getting better.”

“They are.”

“Are they?” Falco shook their head. “Feels like I’m going to be a burden, at best. What happens if this keeps happening?”

“What, you think that Leon’s going to shoot a cock-stink bomb at you mid-dogfight?”

Falco smiled in spite of themselves. It was such a stupid idea, but it definitely helped reframe things. It wasn’t like there was a lot that Leon could do to weaponize his pheromones on the battlefield, particularly when they were all in their ships at the time. All the filtration devices and the onboard oxygen would go a long way towards keeping that from being a real problem for anybody.

“No, I guess not.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“…The problem is, I’m useless,” Falco said, looking down at the floor. “I’m just…fucking useless as anything but…stress relief.”

“We’re working on fixing that.”

“Yeah, but you keep saying that. What happens if you can’t?”

“…I don’t know.”

“At least you can say that this time,” they muttered, pulling their legs off the floor and hugging their knees to their chest. “I know that you need the best on your team. I was…I couldn’t do anything to help Slippy back there. I had to wait for the rest of you to show up, and by the time I could do anything…you already had it handled. What happens if there’s other things wrong with me that keep me from flying right? What if all I can do is just…sit there? What happens to me then?”

“We figure it out.”

“But what if we can’t?!”

“Falco –”

“Fox, I need to know. I really, really need to know this, okay?” they muttered, grinding their beak into their knees as they curled up tighter and tighter. “What if we can’t figure it out? What happens to me after that? What happens if we can’t fix it, and I’m just…like this, for the rest of my life?”

There was no immediate answer, and that terrified the living hell out of them. They pulled their legs in tighter and tighter, everything hurting as they collapsed into a little ball. That first step of admitting what they wanted and breaking through that wall that was driving them into insanity and dependence had been a huge step – they still knew that – but now? What the hell were they supposed to do? They’d broken free, but only partially. There was still so much wrong with them.

They were still so much [i]less[/i] than they used to be.

Even now, they could feel the tingling need that always built up after a long enough time without an orgasm. That hadn’t disappeared; they were still subject to the low-level heat that Leon had forced on them, meaning that the urges would keep coming, rising and begging to be fulfilled rather than ignored.

[i]And if that happens in the air…[/i]

Fox sat down by them, putting a hand on their back. Falco leaned against them before they could stop themself, and they accepted the embrace that followed.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do, Falco, but…I’m not going to just leave you here, or kick you to the curb.”

“I don’t want to be taken care of.”

“I know.”

“I don’t…I don’t want to be someone that can only…”

“I know.”

But there was no reassurance that they wouldn’t be, and that was the breaking point for the bird. They turned and buried their face against Fox’s chest, and the tears flowed free. Fox held them, squeezing them tight, and it was like everything that they’d wanted to let out since the start of this whole mess just…came out. More and more and more, as if there was an endless reservoir right behind their eyes, flowed over their beak and into their friend’s vest.

And Fox didn’t let go. The team leader just held them, keeping them close, letting them do what they needed to do. Little by little, Falco managed to reach out and hug them back, holding them, clenching their hands into fists against Fox’s back. There were no words; they wouldn’t have done the moment or the feelings involved justice.

Slowly, the tears began to fade, and little by little, Falco was able to pull their head back from the now-soaked fabric on Fox’s chest. Their friend patted their back when they were able to sit up normally, but neither of them could find the words to actually say anything. The silence lingered, stretching on, until Fox turned and got his legs under him.

“I think I should go.”

“…Probably.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Falco nodded.

“And we’ll keep trying.”

Falco nodded again.

“Just…try and keep your chin up. Keep hoping.”

“I’ll try.”

“Tomorrow. See you tomorrow.”

Falco watched their friend leave. When the door shut, they slumped back onto their bed, staring up at the ceiling as they imagined what life would be like if things were simpler. Easier. Different. What would have happened if they hadn’t been stupid enough to make a bet with Leon, and if they had managed to resist going back the last time. What would have happened if they were…

If they were just [i]better.[/i]

They didn’t know, and that was part of the problem.

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

Summary: Falco manages to get pushed to a better place, but there’s other complications. This story isn’t over yet, and the angst is real.

Tags: I/F, F/M, I/F/M, Vaginal, Sharing, Krystal, Fox McCloud, Fox, Wolf, Wolf O’Donnell, Falco, Falcon, Slippy, Frog, Chameleon, Leon, Fingering, Orgasm, Cum, Forced Orgasm, Oral, Cunnilingus, Series,