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[b][u][center]The Slut’s Fantasy Come True

For franco731

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

“Today’s the day,” Fox McCloud said, staring at himself in the mirror and fighting the happy shivers running up and down his spine. “Today’s the day that this little fantasy comes true…”

The mirror in his quarters onboard the Great Fox reflected a mostly familiar shape. Since the end of the war against Andross, Fox had gotten softer, giving in to the more sedentary life of being at peace. His muscles, while still present, were no longer the defining aspect of his physique. Red-tan fur rippled down a slender chest and torso to much, [i]much[/i] wider hips than he used to have – or at least, wider than the public was ever allowed to see – and he had a nice, round ass to go with it.

Fox turned profile, his cock swaying slightly over his balls. Not that there was much to sway there; it was barely average, and he didn’t use it much these days. The number of people that were more than willing to fuck a fox, ‘pretending’ that they were fucking the great Fox McCloud, meant that he never had to do anything for himself these days. Everyone wanted a fat-ass fox.

He chuckled, running his hand down his ass. Thick, heavy, round, his ass was everything that anyone could want in a sexual partner. It was so thick that he struggled to get into the old uniform anymore, preferring a flight-suit that was almost more like a leotard. Not that it was very good at containing that ass, either, but it had a better chance.

Spanking himself and enjoying the ripples that spread across the cheek, Fox smiled. Today was the day that he took things further than ever.

Bzzzt.

[i]Your appointment at the Cornerian Academy is in forty-five minutes.[/i]

“Mmmm, good.” Fox nodded at the speaker. “Confirm.”

[i]Confirmed.[/i]

“Heh, might as well get dressed for the occasion.”

The pilot stepped away from his mirror and bent over the foot of his bed. As he dragged the drawer open, he ignored his old pants and even the flight-suit that he had taken to wearing, pushing them to the side to get to the real treasure at the bottom of the drawer.

“Mmmmph…”

He couldn’t suppress a moan of anticipation as he dragged the garments out. They were simple, really: a top that was tight enough that it’d show off everything, maybe even tight enough to make him look a little more like a vixen under the black, shimmering suit, and…a thong. A backless thong, for that matter, one that was almost more like a jockstrap that would keep his ass bare and his cock barely covered.

[i]If I can get away with this, I’m going to be the luckiest man in the galaxy…and the hottest.[/i]

He tossed the top onto the bed and stepped into the thong. One leg, then the other went through the straps, and he pulled it up slowly. The satin interior stroked his cock and balls, but as had become normal lately, they didn’t respond. If there wasn’t something in his ass, he almost never did these days. It was just…better.

As he tucked everything in, making sure that it was all properly situated, he imagined what people would say if they knew what he was about to do. There was only one person on the planet that likely had any clue, and they –

“Heh, getting ready to expose what you really are, Fox?”

And they were in his doorway. The slutty pilot chuckled as he turned on his heel, facing the blue falcon. Falco had his arms crossed, dressed in his usual gray pants and vest, and his beak was turned up in a knowing smirk.

“Thought you had a speech to give today. Or are you just gonna talk outta your ass again?”

“Mmmm, you’ll see.”

“Oh, I bet I’ll see [i]everything.[/i] Never knew my commanding officer was this kinda slut…”

Despite everything, Fox blushed. He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling to himself as his face burned red.

“Well, you got the chance to find out first.”

“You bet I did.”

“And you loved every damn minute, featherbrain,” he said, trying to get his confidence back as he smirked at the falcon. “The bigger my ass got, the harder your dick was, so don’t try and pretend that it was just me.”

“Heh…”

“And how’d it feel when I had to go get bigger guys after you weren’t enough, hmmmmm?”

It was Falco’s turn to blush after that, which was exactly what Fox wanted. After all, if a slut was allowed to have needs, then it stood to reason that they were allowed to fill them.

After the war, it had been a way for him to indulge in something that he couldn’t get while they were on-contract. Being in their ships all the time, always at the ready for a fight, wasn’t exactly conducive to having fun. They had to be willing and able to jump into their Arwings at any second, take the fight to Andross, and keep the people of the Lylat System safe.

And Fox had done that. But now that he didn’t have to…

Well, his ass wasn’t the only thing that had gotten bigger.

“You say that like I’m not welcome in your bed anymore, Fox. Careful what you start spitting.”

“Or what?”

“Or I might go to the news and get you exposed before you’re ready. I bet the tabloids would love some shots of that ass of yours.”

And there was the blush again…and the faintest hint of a throb between his legs. Fox turned around, folding his arms.

“Fine. You can keep fucking me…just make sure that you don’t slack off in the middle of it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, fat-ass.”

Falco chuckled and left the room, and Fox shivered as he imagined what would happen if he was [i]actually[/i] exposed to the public instead of just fantasizing about it. The possibilities of how the Lylat System would react to their hero being a fucking whore…

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

He groped his bare ass again, shivering at the thought. Oh, he’d enjoyed himself quite a bit already. Not just with Falco – though there had been a [i]lot[/i] of that – but with a number of random people that he’d met on various hook-up apps over the last few months. All one-night stands for the purpose of making sure that nobody knew that it was him, but with so many different species, and so many different cocks. His asshole had learned the shape of every cock type in the system, and he was pretty sure that it was so used to the big ones that he’d need a toy to go along with Falco’s cock these days.

Then again, maybe not. He was getting that horny that anything felt good…

Fox pinched the bridge of his nose, bringing himself back to the moment. He had to finish getting ready. No time to play around while he was still only half-dressed and half-equipped.

As he pulled on his top, he stretched out one leg and pulled out another drawer. Falco might have gotten part of the plan, but he sure as hell wouldn’t expect the other part. Fox dragged his toes over the toy in the drawer, feeling the big, flared tip at one end and balls that were wider than his cock was long at the other. The whole thing was almost a meter long, and it was his favorite toy in the whole ship.

And he was taking it with him to the presentation.

Once the tight top was on (and yes, it almost made him look feminine, on the verge of having femboy a-cups in the mirror) he turned back to the dildo drawer. The horse cock waited for him, the massive shaft shimmering with the special mod that he’d gotten for it. It oozed a weak lubricant at all times, making it look like someone’s sweaty dick that was just begging for attention, and it made it all the easier to get it in and keep riding it without having to add more lube partway through.

And today…today, he’d be sitting on that. In public. Fuck, the idea alone had his cock rising more than any masturbation would have.

He put the dildo down on the foot of his bed and went to his closet. He’d need something to carry that in, something that wouldn’t be questioned at the academy, and –

Oh, he was going to be riding the razor’s edge today. The chance that he might fuck up and expose himself as the slut he had become (hell, might have always been) was high. There would be reporters, academy officers, and more military personnel than he could shake a stick at. Any one of them might clock what he was doing and have something to say about it, some complaint to make. And once the first one was made, the dam would break and more would follow.

They’d see him as the whore that he had become, and then the rest of the world would follow. If he fucked up, even once, his big, fat ass would be front-page news for the rest of the Lylat System, and everyone would know that their hero was nothing but a fucking slut that craved big dick all the time.

It was risky, even horrifying, but that risk was what had his dick throbbing so hard right then.

There wasn’t much point in just getting fucked these days, Fox realized. There were plenty of people that were willing to do it, but now that he had gotten used to whoring himself out – and really, that was more or less what he was doing – he had stopped having the same thrill that he used to have. Just getting pinned down and ass-fucked by someone that appreciated a fat ass wasn’t enough anymore. He didn’t know what he needed, but the fantasy of getting caught out, being exposed, was hot enough that he couldn’t resist indulging.

Carefully, of course. At least, as carefully as he could still manage.

#

Forty minutes later, Fox was backstage at the Cornerian Academy. He had worn a pair of pants over his thong for the trip to the academy, just for safety’s sake, and he had taken them off behind the curtain. He knew how this worked; the curtain would open just a bit to let him out when the time came for him to give his speech, and he would be able to walk straight to a small desk that looked out at the open plaza where all the students and teachers would be gathered. He would give a small speech on the importance of the academy’s legacy, answer some questions, and then he would be ‘allowed’ to leave.

Through it all, he planned to be completely bottomless other than the thong, and sit on the horse-cock. He had already figured out how to hide it. He just had to carry it out the way that he had practiced time and time again.

Fox shifted from one foot to the other, huffing as he fought the urge to pant. This was it. This was the biggest, sluttiest thing that he had ever done. This was going to be so fucking hot.

[i]Just don’t get caught. Not for real.[/i]

Or…maybe…

No, no, he still had some faint pride. This was a fantasy. Getting caught might get hot, but if he could keep the risk going, that’d be hotter still. Let everyone wonder, never let them be entirely sure.

The seconds ticked by until there was a voice outside the curtains. Someone calling out to the crowd, introducing them, reminding them why they were there. Fox stood up a little straighter, taking one breath after another. He settled down enough that he could ignore the throbbing between his legs, and he put on a smile, shouldering his bag of notes…and the dildo.

[i]Showtime.[/i]

“Please welcome to the stage a man that needs no introduction. The Hero of Corneria, the hot-shot pilot that graduated from our very own halls, the greatest ace in the history of the Lylat System. Everyone, please, put your hands together for Fox McCloud!”

The cheering and applause roared through the small gap in the curtains. Fox ducked his head and passed through, and everything worked exactly as it was supposed to. The podium and chair blocked him from being seen, and the cameras arranged around the stage would only see his upper body. That would raise some questions, he was sure – why was the hero wearing something so tight, why did he look like he had gone through some sort of surgery – but that would be whispered, not asked directly.

He still moved quickly, making sure that he got the podium between him and the crowd as soon as possible. Still, the fact that he was so exposed –

[i]They could see my ass, my bulge, everything. They could see me and know that I was the mystery fox in the streets, looking for a pounding. They could –[/i]

He cut that thought off before it went any further. He set the bag down on the ground and – in the same sort of practiced motion that he had done a hundred times at the ship – he pulled the dildo and the paperwork out from the bag. It was just barely hidden from the cameras and the cadets as he set it on the chair behind the podium, but barely was enough for him. He set the notes down on the table and smiled at the crowd.

As he waved, he could already imagine what it was going to feel like to sit on that monster in front of everyone. It would go so deep, probably bulge his stomach like it usually did, and it would be a perpetual weight on his prostate as he spoke. There was every chance that he might moan in the middle of his speech as he shifted his weight around, and –

Oh, the idea of what they’d think. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was already starting to drip a little in his thong.

As the cheering faded, he sat down. The broad head was familiar against his pucker, and he relaxed like he had done a hundred times before, easing it inside of him. The slow penetration was just what he expected, and more than that, just what he needed. The way that the flared head forced his pucker wide open almost forced a grunt from his lips, and it [i]did[/i] force a shot of pre-cum from his cock.

[i]Everyone’s watching…everyone’s staring…it’s like they know…[/i]

They didn’t. He knew that they didn’t. Nobody knew that he had fallen so far and gone so deep into debauchery. But oh, if they did –

Down, down, down, having to take it faster than he would on the ship to keep the motion believable. Girthy as fuck, the meter-long shaft was already punching deeper than someone’s arm might have done. He managed to keep from wheezing, but only barely as it reached the medial ring.

Fox squeezed down on it, forcing it to let out more lube, and the ring popped inside. There was a soft ‘pfft’ as the mics picked up the sound and some of the sound engineers looked at one another. Fox waved at them, fighting the blush that was trying to rise in his cheeks.

“Nothing, nothing. Just my knees, heh. Little bit stiff after being in space all this time, you know how it is.”

He was barely restraining the ‘darlings’ and more that he wanted to include in his speech. The way that he talked to his tops and his partners, the way that he teased them to take him and use him. Oh, he wanted to do that now, and he was barely holding back from just completely exposing himself for the exact opposite of the manly hero that they thought he was.

Down, down, down. He was under the level of the podium when the first bit of the flare-bulge started to show through his stomach, and he barely bit back a gasp as it got bigger, bigger, and bigger inside of him. The sheer heft of that dildo was the reason why it was his favorite, but he’d never had this kind of audience while he was putting it in. Oh, they were going to remember this forever if he got spotted.

Finally, he rested his ass on the fake, silicone balls, and he couldn’t quite suppress the shiver that ran up and down his spine. The satin thong was already getting slick on the inside, coated with pre-cum. He knew from experience that was going to get worse before it got better, and the mess that he was going to leave on the chair and the back of the podium was going to be insane.

[i]They’re going to know.[/i]

He was almost past the point of caring.

Clearing his throat, Fox looked around the plaza. At least three hundred cadets, another dozen instructors, the top brass of the military –

[i]Mmmmph…fuck…[/i]

And at the front, the media, at least two dozen reporters from the top news outlets for the system, plus camera-men and more that were training their lenses right on him. The only thing keeping his sluttiness from being broadcast already was the podium in front of him.

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

His cock kept twitching, grinding the sensitive head against the front of the satin thong. It was like it was almost getting itself off at that point, and it took everything he had not to moan for the heavens.

“Mr. McCloud?” one of the instructors near the stage said. “If you would.”

“Y-yes…” Fox cleared his throat as he leaned back, using it to hide the sudden grunt of that pressure on his prostate. “Sorry, just been a while.”

He took one deep breath after another, fighting to find an easier position. The sheer size of the dildo meant that it was almost under his lungs now, the thick horse cock straightening his spine and making it difficult to sit any other way. Every time he so much as twitched, his hole clenched down and forced the weight of the silicone shaft against his prostate, which made his dick pulse, which made everything give him that happy kind of tingle.

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

“As you know…As you know, this Academy has been the – the forefront of every advancement in Cornerian power in the system,” Fox managed to get out, barely keeping from stuttering. “The Academy has been the source of hundreds of proud officers and many – many more proud soldiers. Here, in these grounds, darlings –”

Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that, but the word was out there now. His cock spat pre-cum against the thong, and his cheeks burned hotter as he saw the camera-men looking at each other, almost like they were wondering what had just happened.

[i]Well, fuck…[/i]

“Sorry, dears,” Fox said, shaking his head. “That just slipped out, don’t worry about it. The academy has been good for many things over the years, and not just for getting good fighters to the front lines, heh. But back to the – the matter at hand.”

Every little clench back there was making the dildo slicker, making it easier to slide forward, then back, then forward again. He struggled to keep his head on straight and not just ride it then and there. The urge to just [i]ruin[/i] his ass was almost overwhelming, and it was only the faintest fear of getting found out for sure that kept him from doing it.

[i]How red am I right now?[/i] he wondered. [i]How fucked…how fucked am I?[/i]

It was impossible to tell without looking at a mirror. He wanted to look at himself, to adjust things, but it was too late now. Any attempt to get up would get people on stage where they could see him and confirm what was going on. Any attempt to adjust himself would mean that people would wonder what he was doing.

[i]Push on…push on…[/i]

And yet, despite the risk, despite the fear, he was hornier than he had ever been. He felt high, like he had popped six poppers and was getting ass-fucked by the biggest dick in Corneria City. He’d always been a show-off, and having this many eyes on him was the biggest audience that anyone could ask for.

“The academy has always been there for us, pushing us to be [i]hard[/i] and [i]strong[/i] for the sake of the people. The cadets have always [i]risen[/i] to the occasion, meeting any challenge with the [i]thrust[/i] of ambition…”

Oh, god, he was talking in innuendos. He couldn’t stop, either, and he could feel his hole spasming harder, harder, all but making the fucking toy cum in him at this point. Fox tried to lean forward, only to be held upright by the dildo.

“All of you should feel a great source of pride, coming from the Academy. You are upholding a long…[i]long[/i] legacy of pride and duty. You stand tall, and the Cornerian Fleet knows you will cum – come when called.”

Fox covered his face, barely managing to stifle the moan as he drove himself over the edge. He was cumming, he was shocked to realize, cumming hard enough that he was positively flooding the front of the thong. His balls were pulled tight to his groin, and the splut, splut, splut sounds of his orgasm were so loud that he swore that they should have gotten picked up on the microphones.

They didn’t. Somehow, they didn’t.

Fox shook his head as the worst of the pleasure rolled by, pinching the bridge of his muzzle as he breathed out slowly.

“I’m sorry. I have so many good memories of this place that I…I can’t help but tear up a bit thinking about it. Mmmm…so many good memories…”

Before he had to be a hero.

Before he was anything but a student.

Back when he was still getting railed before the team needed him to be serious and grown-up and focused on fighting and –

Clench.

Throb.

Squirt.

[i]Nnnngh…fuck…[/i]

Fox couldn’t remember the last time that he had been this horned-up and pent-up. Even though he’d already cum, he could feel the slimy, slick toy in his ass grinding down and keeping him hard as a rock, and his balls felt like they were churning up a storm, just waiting to blow another load in his thong and make it even slimier. The amount he’d already squirted out was enough to soak his balls and start dripping out the edges of it, and he knew that he had plenty more to give.

[i]Too much, too much…[/i]

But it was too late to stop or take it back. He had to keep going. There was nothing else he could do but –

Squelch.

He pushed back and coughed to cover the sound. He didn’t know how well it worked, but nobody said anything. All eyes were locked on him, though, even though there were some people that were muttering to each other out of the corners of their mouths.

“Anyway…I – I will reiterate that you should be proud…and more…that you should carry that pride…and duty…and never shame yourselves or the – the academy,” Fox said, huffing between some of the words. “Darlings. The Academy’s Darlings, I mean.”

Silence fell. Oh, they were wondering what the hell he was doing, and he could all but see some of them adding it up in their heads. They were starting to figure it out.

“Any – any questions?” Fox asked.

“Here, Mr. McCloud,” a raven said, holding up a winged arm.

“Yes.”

“Are you…Forgive me, but are you gay?” the bird reporter asked.

He’d been ready for something perverted. He hadn’t been ready for that. Fox opened and closed his mouth, not because he was sputtering from outrage, but because –

Clench.

Throb.

Squirt.

Squirt.

Squirt.

All those eyes on him, all those people taking that question and taking it further. He could all but hear it in his head. Is he a cock-sucker? Does he fuck asses or does he get fucked? What kind of bitch is this fox?

Clench.

Cum.

Cum.

[i]Cum.[/i]

Barely fighting off collapsing against the podium in a shivering wreck, Fox sat up a little straighter. He could feel the bulge in his stomach pushing forward, and his cheeks were reddened now, no fighting that. At least he could play that off as being embarrassed from the question rather than anything else.

“I – I don’t see how that matters.”

“It’s just – if you are, that could be good for representation, and –”

“A question here, Mr. McCloud,” another reporter, this one a female feline, said with her hand in the air.

“Yes?” Fox managed to huff out.

“If there was some kind of advice beyond the buzzwords that you’ve already given, what would it be? What would you tell someone that wanted to make something of themselves and join the Academy?”

He almost preferred the other one; this one was boring, and it made him have to think. The pilot squirmed on the massive shaft, feeling every last inch inside of him, barely able to focus through the girth of it rubbing on his prostate, his guts, everywhere. It was so…so intense, so powerful, so difficult to manage.

“I – I would say – mm – I would say that they should…they should be open to all kinds of [i]experiences.[/i] They should never…never say no to trying something new.”

He was panting. He couldn’t stop. Every breath was a huff and a puff, and some of the reporters were leaning away from the stage. Fox could just make out a few members of the Academy staff starting to mutter to each other; he was half-sure that he heard the word ‘medics’ being thrown around. Throwing up a hand, he shook his head.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Just…Just a little…overwhelmed…”

“Mr. McCloud, why do you sound –”

“Didn’t say I’d t-take that question…”

He was breaking down now, he realized. Everything was coming apart. He couldn’t hold himself together, and whatever illusion of control he had was shattering by the second. If he stayed on the dildo, he was going to lose his mind, and if he tried to leave, everyone was going to see him run off bottomless and gaping. The sheer slipperiness in his seat and the slime that coated his thighs and his balls and everything else was going to be obvious to anyone with eyes. It was kind of a miracle that he hadn’t already slumped down and lost himself to the sheer size of the toy.

“That said, I – I need to – need to take a break. We can resume…resume this in thirty minutes,” Fox said.

Some of the reporters turned off their cameras, or at least redirected them. Some of the microphones were turned off.

Some. Not all.

Not enough.

Fox tried to shift his weight on the horse-cock, but he moved just the wrong way. A massive [i]squelch[/i] of the lube-slime getting forced out of his ass finally got picked up by the microphone, like the sound of a cock pounding into someone’s ass on a very bad porno, and everyone froze, staring at him.

In a vain attempt to correct it, he tried to stand up, but the flare and the medial ring dragged right over his prostate. Fox went from trying to explain to moaning at the top of his lungs as he tumbled over to the side, his breath catching in his throat as he fell flat on his side facing the crowd…

Exposed…

Throbbing…

Messy…

He twitched, accidentally kicking the chair. It fell over in the other direction, and the horse cock hit the stage on the other side of the podium. The entire crowd gasped as they stared at it, and he could see them all putting it together.

The slut had been riding a cock for the whole time, and he’d been blowing his loads so hard that he’d painted his underwear. The roar of the cadets was drowned out by the questions that were slung his way by the press.

“Mr. McCloud, how long have you been a gay man?”

“Mr. McCloud, is that what we think it is?”

“Mr. McCloud, do you have anything to say about the rumors of the uber-slut that’s been wandering the streets of Corneria City since peace broke out? Is it you?”

Fox couldn’t even get a breath as his broken asshole kept clenching and spitting out lube onto the stage, soaking his asshole and his cheeks. As he tried to push himself upright, he couldn’t even bring himself to cover up. All those eyes, all those people staring at him. They were judging him, looking at him like he was nothing but fuck-meat.

For all that he had gotten used to his individual partners seeing him as a fuck-toy, for all that he had enjoyed being brought low again and again by people that were so far below him, this…this was worse, and better. They’d seen him as a hero, and now, he had a front-row seat as all that hero-worship drained from their eyes, replaced by disdain, sneering condescension, and the occasional want to break him further.

He came again. Hands-free, dildo-free, he came again into the thong. It was a lighter orgasm, his balls already fairly drained, but it happened nonetheless. He shivered, huffing as he finally got a hand under him.

The questions chased him off the stage as he crawled to the curtains and then behind him. A snail trail of lube and cum marked his passage, and more of it trailed down his legs as he moved along. The curtains slammed down behind him, and he wasn’t sure if it was automatic or if there was some semi-kind person that was trying to give him a hint of modesty after he had completely humiliated himself.

Fox couldn’t believe how it had happened. He was still processing just how much everything had changed, how he had ruined himself for life, and why it was so fucking hot to him. The idea of never getting a respectable pilot job again after that, of losing [i]everything[/i] and being seen as the biggest slut on the planet…

It should have terrified him.

It should have been horrifying.

Instead, all he wanted to do was spread his cheeks and get fucked again, and know that this time, it was because they knew who he was, what he was, and what he fucking deserved. His hole, gaping still, was slowly closing now that the toy was no longer inside of him, and his hole felt empty.

“Well, that was a hell of a lot more than I expected, slut.”

Falco again. Fox panted as he looked up at his wingman. The blue bird chuckled, groping himself.

“Looks like you ruined any rep you had out there.”

“Ha…ha…”

“Heh, ain’t think of anything but cock, are you?”

“What else…is there to think about, stud?”

“Mmmph. You want one?”

“Oh, you know I do…help me up…”

“Nah…I think you look better down on your knees.”

“Mmmph…”

“Open wide. Ain’t touching your ass until you tighten up again…”

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

Summary: Fox McCloud is a much bigger slut in this universe, and he ends up pushing himself too far and exposes how much of a slut he is.

Tags: M/solo, Humiliation, Total Humiliation, Fox McCloud, Fox, Rule 34, Exaggerated, Femboy, Big Ass, Hyper Toy, Big Toy, Dildo, Horse Cock Dildo, Anal, Exhibitionism, Risky, Exposed, Orgasm, Cum, Repeated Orgasm,