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Costs of Success

For bbbuuu

By Draconicon

Waking up in a hotel wasn't an uncommon experience for Fox McCloud when he was groundside. He was used to drinking a little bit too much and having to sleep it off either on the ship or in one of the hotels when he got there with a girl. He expected to turn around, rolling over to look at some pretty little thing, and then get up and head back to the ship.

What he didn't expect were the ropes holding his arms behind his back, or the fact that there was a massive stink in the room that was very familiar.

"Pigma..."

"Heeheehee! That's right, Fooooox!"

The fat pig oinked and laughed, and as he lifted his head, he could see the obnoxious traitor leaning against the far wall, dressed in nothing more than a pair of too-tight shorts that pushed his gut up a bit, and a vest that pushed the vest wide open. The fact that he was holding a camera in one hand, though, was the worrying part. Fox groaned, forcing himself to sit up. The fact that his arms were already restrained was bad enough; the fact that he was down to his boxers...that was worse.

"What's the deal, Pigma? You think you can get away with kidnapping one of my team?"

"Heehee, looks like I already did, Fox. Got two of you, hehehe."

"Who else?"

"Uh...um...me, Fox."

He turned, and spotted Slippy in a similar state to him, though without the ropes tying him down. The toad was undressed down to his boxers, too, and he wondered how the hell this had happened.

It didn't matter, he decided. What mattered was getting out of it. He started to nod towards Pigma, trying to get Slippy to make a run for the guy so that they could take him on at the same time, but the traitor cut him off.

With a click.

Of a blaster.

Fuck.

Fox looked back to see that Pigma's free hand was occupied with a blaster big enough to qualify as a hand-cannon, and one that would probably blow out the back wall of the room if they decided to make a fuss. He settled back on the bed again, sitting down with his hands behind his back.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, I just wanna to show everyone what the great Fox McCloud is really like, hee hee...You know, you cost me a loooot of money when you beat Andross, in that war. You think I'm just gonna let you walk away from that?"

"You're lucky to be alive, Pigma. You really want to push it?"

"Hee hee, I gotta plan, you see. What do you think you're gonna pay me to keep this off the market? Toad!"

The crude pilot's shout got Slippy standing up, saluting in fear. The blaster gestured at Fox a few times.

"Get him outta those ropes, but wrap it around his neck. I wanna see the big time pilot get walked around on a leash."

"You fat fuck..."

"Hehe, fat, alright, but not just in the belly, hee hee!"

Fox just about vomited in his mouth at the thought of Pigma being fat anywhere else, and turned his head away before he could see the pig start groping himself. He didn't struggle as Slippy pulled the ropes off of his wrists, and started tying them around his neck. It was almost like a noose, tight enough that he wished that Slippy hadn't been quite so good at the extracurriculars when they'd been in the academy.

"Heh, now walk him around. And you, Foxy. Bark."

"Bark?"

"Like the low-down dog you are."

He glared, but there was little choice. Even as Slippy reluctantly started pulling him along, Fox forced himself to bark and woof as they went around the room. He was all too aware of the camera following him around, of the way that it zoomed in on the back of his underwear, the way that he was captured with his face in frame at all points. It was a guarantee that someone would be able to identify him in the film, and he knew that Pigma was making damn sure that he learned a lesson here.

They went around the room twice, and he was hoping that this would be over soon enough. This was embarrassing, but not necessarily damning. If he could just -

"Heh, what's that, huh? Toad! Turn around."

Slippy whimpered, and Fox was suddenly aware of his friend having been slower for the last few seconds. He looked up, saw the toad's cheeks burning red, and then looked further down. The sight that greeted him at eye level was not what he expected at all.

Slippy was rock hard, tenting the front of his briefs, and it was...more than he expected, by a long way. The fox's eyes were wide, and his cheeks were red as he realized that Slippy was...

"Hehe, stand up, Foxy. I wanna see if I'm right about this."

"Get fucked, Pigma."

"Ain't getting fucked anytime soon, Fox, but you might if you don't stand up and strip. With a blaster, to boot."

Growling under his breath, Fox did as he was told. With a grunt, he shucked off his boxers, letting them hit the ground, and stood there with nothing on. His dick hung down over his balls, a little over four inches in its flaccid state. It would grow, too, but...

He glanced over at Slippy. It wouldn't grow as much as that monster. He had no idea how the toad had been hiding something like that, but it looked like it should have been ripping the mechanic's pants. Hell, it was pushing the waistband forward, making it so that he could actually see the green base of the toad's dick.

Why the fuck am I staring at Slippy's cock?!

He whipped his head away, but not before Pigma's camera clicked a few times. His cock was now captured on film.

"You low-down, backstabbing -"

"Ah, quit complimenting me, Foxy. I'm just getting the comparison in. Hehehe, looks like your mechanic is a lot more manly than you are."

"F-Fox, I'm...I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Slippy, just...don't talk."

He shook his head, even as he realized just how bad this looked. Pigma gestured at the mechanic, pointing at his briefs.

"Foxy, get 'im naked, too."

"You have to be kidding me."

"I ain't kidding 'bout nothing. Now, get those briefs off him, or I blast one of you."

Grimacing at what he had to do, Fox got back on his knees, and looked up at the toad. He knew that this was utterly embarrassing, for both of them, but he wished that it was the other way around. Slippy was already the dweeb of the two of them, and people would expect to see that sort of thing. Not great for him with the ladies, but better than this. A hell of a lot better than this.

Fox whipped the briefs down, and was smacked in the face by the toad's cock right then and there. A heady musk filled his nose, and he groaned as he pulled back. He was used to the smell of other guys - hell, he lived with three other guys, and then there was the academy before that - but that was something else. He shook his head, and then stared.

A mighty green shaft stood in front of him, heavy and bobbing up and down with excitement. Beneath it were orbs that were better described as wrecking balls than testicles, huge and overfilled, from the looks of them. He couldn't help but shake his head in shock staring at them, wondering how in the hell this was even possible.

Pigma, however, had to butt in again.

"Heh, way bigger than yours, Foxy. Better get working on it."

"You - you piece of..."

There was no point in fighting it. He had to do this. And he hoped that Slippy would never tell a soul about it. He leaned in slowly, wincing, and dragged his tongue across the toad's balls.

Instantly, Slippy arched his back, moaning, his hands up in the air in front of his chest. He whimpered, balling them into fists out of pure nervousness, as far as Fox could tell, but his cock throbbed all the harder. A thick string of slime oozed out, falling on his face, and he groaned at the sticky, gooey gunk.

He didn't have time to get rid of it. He had to keep licking, and sucking. He worked his way up the shaft, his eyes pulled tightly closed as he worked the toad's cock. Every time he licked it, he swore that another dollop of pre-cum landed on his head, giving him another streak to worry about later. Fox forced himself not to think about it, to just keep licking further and furhter up.

"Heeheehee, that's it." Pigma snorted. "Get that toad sucked good. Slippy, you know what you want, right?"

"W-what?"

"You know what you want. Fox's just a slut down there. Just grab him and use him."

Don't you dare. This is bad enough, don't you fucking dare.

"H-he's not a slut."

"No? Look at him."

Fox felt Pigma grab him by the back of his head, yanking him back, and knew just what Slippy would see. An open-mouthed pilot, soaked in toad pre, smeared with it, musky and naked, and...and starting to get...a little hard.

Slippy only looked at him for a moment before gaining a look of determination that he had never seen on his mechanic's face. A green hand grabbed him...and yanked him down.

Pigma squealed behind him, gigging and oinking away as Slippy face-fucked him, and Fox could only go along for the ride. There was no getting out of this...or worse...and he knew that it could only get worse from here....

The End