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Star(fox) Sluts

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By Draconicon

"Hehehe, look at you, Foxie. Sucking it like a pro."

The pig's oinks and squeals were not helping his mood. Then again, considering he was getting orally fucked by his wingmate, he doubted anything would be helping his mood at this point.

Fox barely kept himself upright as his head was held tight between two green hands, pinned in place as Slippy fucked his way down his muzzle. The surprisingly long shaft that had filled him was still slamming home, and the musky orbs slamming into his chin were driving home one point time and time again.

You are a slut, you are a slut, you are a slut.

Fox couldn't pull back, nor could he get a moment to think while his muzzle was getting used as a sex toy. Though he had sucked a few guys in the Academy, this was something else entirely. He'd never had someone else going this hard on his face, slamming in again and again, balls leaving musky wet marks on his chin. He couldn't think of anything but breathing, and trying to keep his head on straight and not look like a total slut for Pigma's camera.

He didn't have the chance to look over his shoulder, but he knew that the fat pig was right there, leaning forward and watching the pair of them as he was used. The blackmail against them was ready-made, considering the blaster that the pirate had them pinned down with. All they could do was go along with it...

At least, that's what he told himself.

Stay soft, stay soft, stay soft, he told himself, but some old part of the fox's needs back in the Academy was coming up again. He could feel his cock throbbing slowly, going from half-hard to something else. The only thing that had saved him so far was the fact that he was...somewhat under-endowed, but there was no chance that Pigma wouldn't see what was happening if the pig got any closer.

The verbal teasing, though, was almost as bad.

"Hehehe, you think he's gonna cum down your throat, Foooox? You think he's gonna nut and leave you slurping it down? I betcha that you got a hell of a throat, betcha that you could swallow it all without even trying."

He growled, but Pigma only laughed.

"Hehehe, don't you start snarling at me, Foxie. Ain't me that's on my knees slurping toad cock."

He didn't want to think about that, either. The fact that it was Slippy...Why couldn't it have been Falco? Hell, he would have taken Peppy over Slippy. At least there, it was some question towards masculinity, but it was still one big man and one other big man. In front of Slippy? The weakest guy on the crew? The one that didn't have a damn bit of aggressiveness to him?

"Nnngh!"

He nearly choked on the sudden thrust down his throat, feeling the whole thing go into him in one firm thrust. He almost threw up around the shaft, and only the fact that Pigma would probably make him clean it up kept him from doing it. Fox sputtered, coughed, and barely managed to keep himself together before Slippy pulled back.

The toad's cock slipped out of his mouth, and Slippy started jerking himself off. Fox managed to keep from coughing too much, but couldn't help but reach up for his throat, rubbing it and sputtering for air. He shook his head, trying to say something, but Slippy was already moaning.

"Oh, Fox...Fox...I...I'm close..."

"No, Slippy, please!"

"Hehehe, what's the matter, Foxie? Not gonna help your friend get off? That wouldn't look so good on film..."

He felt the gun push down out of frame, pressing down against the base of his spine. The message was clear. Get Slippy off, or get a hell of a lot of pain. He didn't have any other option.

So...

He leaned in, blushing worse than ever, and reached down for the base of the toad's shaft. He held it tightly, barely able to force himself to hold it, and slowly dragged his tongue along the bottom of the rod. Slippy panted, his breath coming hotter and faster the further up the shaft he went, until -

"Ooooooh, Fox!"

A sudden thrust nearly took his head off, the dick nearly slamming into his eye socket. As it was, it went right over his head, sliding along his forehead and bruising it slightly. The impact sure didn't have any effect on the toad's orgasm, though, as Slippy came hard, each shot and rope running down the fox's body, some of it landing on his face and the rest going over his shoulders, down his back, and over his chest. The scent of the toad's cum rose through the air, filling his nose, and he groaned hard.

After Slippy calmed down a little, and Fox finally came to terms with the fact that he had cum all over his body, the toad finally showed a little bit of embarrassment. He looked down at Fox, whimpering, his cheeks bright red, and for a moment, Fox wondered if they might have some sort of chance.

Then...

"Hehehe, come on, Fooooooox. Show your face to the camera."

Blushing up a storm, knowing that the camera would capture him with this much cum on him, and knowing he didn't have a choice, he turned. He slowly waddled around, still on his knees, and tried to keep his legs together. His cock was trapped behind them, hard as a rock, and it was the last thing that he wanted the camera to see.

Pigma, though, had different ideas. The pig oinked, leaning back and fondling himself before pointing down at his crotch.

"Hey, Foooox. Why don't you spread your legs, huh? The camera loves bitches that show off their dicks."

"You piece of -"

"Hey, I can always shoot ya."

"..."

He growled, but didn't have a choice again. The feeling of humiliation crept back up along the back of his neck as he tried not to think about how this was going to look, but somehow, that was already feeding into it and making him harder.

He barely had to shift his position, and his cock rocketed out from between his legs, pointing up tall and proud for the camera. Fox winced, biting back a whimper as his dick throbbed up and down between his legs, almost slapping against his belly twice. He was harder right then than he had been for a fangirl the last time that he'd been in port, and he didn't want to think about why.

Pigma blinked, and then laughed.

"Ahahahahaha! Foooooxie, look at you. You are just a little faggy fox, aincha?"

"I'm nothing of the sort."

"Hehehe, sure looks like it. Ain't a fag, huh? Then why are ya so hard after sucking off your friend?"

That was a question, and not one that he particularly liked to think about. After all, Slippy was a friend, but he was very much a guy, as the taste in his mouth was still reminding him. He didn't want to be thinking about him sexually, let alone as a lover or a top. That was something that he'd left behind in the Academy, and it was supposed to have stayed there.

Pigma was still laughing, though his gun hand never moved. He thought about rushing the pig while he was still a little distracted, but the idea of getting shot really didn't appeal, and neither did the idea of running back with a laser hole in his arm to the ship. A glance over his shoulder at the naked toad told him that Slippy wasn't in any shape to head off anywhere, either, and he doubted that his wingmate could move fast enough to get any help, anyway.

Or what he'd say to get it, considering that there's no way that he'd get clothes first, he thought.

The situation was rather grim, and he had the horrible feeling that things were going to get even more grim.

He shuffled back and forth, wishing that his dick would just go down, but there was no chance in hell of that happening. Even when he stopped thinking about what he did, when he just thought about how much he hated Pigma, his cock continued to throb, continued to bounce and show itself off. All it wanted was to get off, and now...

No, no, we're not thinking of that...

"Fox..."

He looked back at his wingmate. Slippy was blushing, pushing two fingers together again and again, trying not to look at him.

"Sorry. I didn't...I didn't want to..."

"Didn't want to? Hehehe, oh, you wanted to, frog boy. You wanted to fuck him but good."

"I did not! He just...I mean..."

"You wanted it. Still want it, by the look of it."

Fox didn't need to look down to know that Slippy was still rock hard. The smell in the air made it abundantly clear that the frog wanted to get off again, and that there was only one way of him doing it. The thought of it didn't appeal to him...or at least, he told himself that it didn't.

More and more memories of the Academy were coming back, each one something that he had intentionally buried and tried to keep in his past. He remembered the times that he'd gone to the teachers after the flying lessons and talked to them about another bit of help, about bumping his grade, just a bit. He remembered the times that the bullies like Wolf - and once Bill - had come around and showed him where he belonged. And he remembered...

Mmmph. Don't think about it, don't think about it!

The memories were coming in with or without his consent, and he blushed as the memories of being on his hands and knees in the various dorms of the Academy came rushing back to him. The thought of giving himself anally to one of them was rocketing through his mind, forcing him to think about how it would feel to have his ass stuffed with something big again, rather than being the one to do the stuffing.

I stopped that as soon as I graduated. I left that behind, I'm not a bottom, I'm not a slut, I'm the best fucking pilot in the galaxy, and I'm not going to...to...

Pigma had stopped laughing. That meant that something else was going to happen.

The pig gestured to the bed with the gun, and Slippy backed up from the center of the hotel room to give the pig space. Fox was left on his knees, made to look up at the big pig as he walked around him. He did his best not to react, but with the smell of musk and sweat and who knew what else in the air, it was hard not to wrinkle his nose and turn his head away.

It was, however, even harder not to react when the pig's trotters grabbed hold of his ass cheeks, pulling them apart.

"Hehehe, what do we have here, Foxie? A fat-ass waiting to be fucked?"

"Get your hands off of me!"

"Hehehe, why? Aintcha got the experience back here?"

"Get offa me!"

He flailed, only to get punched in the side of the head and knocked down on the ground. When he opened his eyes again, Pigma's boot was right against his balls, and the pistol was pressed right against the base of his cock. He shivered, staring down at the threatening location of the weapon, and then slowly looked back up at the pig.

"I said I wasn't gonna hurt ya, but you fight like that, keep making it worse? I ain't above shooting it off. You're a bitch, McCloud, and you better learn your place as one."

"..."

"Gonna have any more trouble?"

Fox slowly shook his head.

"Good."

As he stood up, Pigma walked back a few steps. He set the camera down on a table, pointing down at him, and used his now-free hand to unzip his pants. The pig's cock, a hefty shaft that was maybe a bit shorter than Slippy's but just as fat - maybe a bit fatter - flopped out and bounced a few times.

"So, Foxie. Got a little deal for you."

"What's that?"

"You get to choose."

"...Choose what?"

"Who gets to fuck that pretty little ass of yours."

His eyes went wide at the suggestion that he'd let anyone do it, but he could tell that Pigma wasn't kidding. The mercenary stared at him, smirking and stroking himself, and as he looked over to Slippy, he could tell that his wingmate was just as interested, if a hell of a lot more scared.

What the hell do I do?

It was an actual choice, and neither of them were very good. If he let Pigma fuck his ass, then there was no way that the mercenary would ever let him live it down. It would follow him for the rest of his days, something that he had chosen to do rather than giving himself up nobly. He would be the little toy that got fucked by the filthy Pigma, and Pigma would be damn sure to tell everyone about it no matter where he went.

On the other hand, letting Slippy do it would be telling his wingmate that he wanted this, that he enjoyed it. If he picked the toad, then even if they got out of this scot-free, they would be completely changed. Slippy would know that he...that he wanted the toad to do this, and what would happen between them then?

Not good, not good, not good.

And it didn't help that his own submissive nature was fighting him on it, too, wanting someone, anyone. He had to force his tail to stay down, as it wanted to rise up and show off his ass to anyone that was looking. His libido was begging him to go and get more fun with both of them, to show off and have his body get used again and again and again. It was humiliating to the extreme, and he had no idea how he was going to react when someone finally did slide into his ass.

Pigma stepped forward as he remained silent, and walked around him. The gun barrel to the back of his head pushed him forward, and he flopped down on all fours. The pig grabbed his tail, wrenched it up with so much force that he yelped, and suddenly, the metal end of the gun was pressed right against his ass. The blaster was still warm, too.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Hehe, just thinking about a third option. Fuck you with a blaster."

"You...you can't..."

"Oh, it could go off at any time. Might even blow your guts and stomach out of your body. But hey, if you can't decide, I gotta make a decision for you."

The tip of the blaster wormed that little bit further against his ass, almost pushing past his rim. Fox could feel his body shaking, fear and arousal running around together in his head. He needed to pick, needed to pick right now.

"S-Slippy! I'll let Slippy do it!"

"Awwww, and I was thinking Blasto here might like it up that pretty little ass of yours."

"Slippy!"

"Fine, fine, Foxie. But remember, you picked him."

The pig pulled back, and Fox turned to the toad. He winced as he looked down at that cock, knowing that it would be huge inside of him. He hadn't taken even a toy since he had been in the Academy, and that meant that his hole was going to be weak. It wouldn't know how to handle this, or even remember how to stretch properly to keep it from hurting. All he could do was do his best, and hope that it didn't take the toad long to cum.

Without even thinking about it, he crawled towards his wingmate, staying on the ground as he made his way across the room. Slippy didn't say anything, and Fox hadn't realized what he'd done until he was at his friend's feet. Blushing worse than ever, he reached up and grabbed hold of that slippery cock, and stroked it a few times.

Still slippery with cum, it was, and he slowly turned around, holding the shaft and pressing it against his ass. It was hard, it was hot...and his body wanted it, his pucker twitching in anticipation.

Stop it! he told himself, but as usual, his body didn't listen.

He slowly pushed back, and groaned as he instantly felt the pop of the big cock slipping inside of him. Fox moaned out through his teeth, hoping that it sounded more like a pained whimper than the pleasurable moan that it was meant to be.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, it shouldn't still feel so good...

His eyes were closed tight, his teeth clenched as he felt that cock spreading his hole wider than it had been in years. It was...mmph...It was filling him up with heat and pain and pleasure all at once, and it was something that he honestly didn't know how to handle. All he could do was shiver, his ass cheeks shuddering around the toad's cock, and he knew that he had to do something soon. He pushed back a bit further, trying to take it slow, working his way onto Slippy's shaft and hoping that his wingmate wasn't going to make it weird.

Green hands groped at his hips, and at his ass, and he could feel Slippy getting more and more excited. That shaft bobbed and pulsed in his ass, starting to ooze and drip again, and he knew that he had a chance to make this not last long. As long as he let Slippy play, he had a chance to get through this without cumming.

He hoped.

He worked himself back, back, back, trying to ignore the hands on his ass fondling him and feeling him up, trying to ignore the feeling of being a piece of meat in someone else's hands. It was different from when he was doing this before, the memories making a constant comparison. He had done it willingly then, and he had worked his ass back on a number of different cocks without the slightest bit of hesitation. The memories of knots and throbbing, dripping cock tips were strong in his mind.

But none of them had been like this.

Slippy's cock was smooth, and it seemed to produce its own lubrication. Maybe it was toad slime, or maybe there was something to his biology that made pre-cum ooze from the sides of the shaft as well as out from the tip, but it was sliding in easier than it should have been, and leaving a lot behind in the process. He groaned, biting his lips repeatedly at the feeling of that dick getting so far inside, and he had to force his head down to avoid thinking about how much he wanted to keep it inside of him.

The camera clicked a few times, and he was reminded of Pigma, reminded of the fact that the big lump of a mercenary was watching them and filming the whole thing, and even taking pictures along with video. His cheeks burned, his humiliation soaring higher...and his cock throbbing more than ever.

"Hehehe, what's the matter, Foxie? Outta practice?"

"I was never...in practice..."

"Ain't what I'm seeing. Look at that ass. Ain't it feeling good, froggy?"

"It...it does..."

Slippy blushed, and so did Fox. The idea that his ass felt good wasn't a bad one, but it wasn't one that he wanted said in front of the camera. Pigma laughed.

"Good? I betcha that it feels fucking great. You ever had a whore on your cock, froggy?"

"N-no..."

"Well, bet you that Foxie here feels even better. Scoot back."

Fox's eyes went wide, whipping his head around to see that Pigma had already pulled his suit the rest of the way off. The pig, round and half-muscled, was stroking his cock like he was getting ready to...

"No, no, no! I said...I said I picked Slippy!"

"You think I'm waiting for you to get done before I get my turn? Ain't happening, Foxie. I'm getting that ass now."

Fox shook his head, trying to squirm away, but Slippy was too far into it. He was pulled back, slowly dragged onto the bed, falling down against the toad's chest. All he could do was stare down between his legs as Pigma walked over, the big beast of a mercenary looming over him with that fat cock and that throbbing erection. He could see how huge it was, could feel the heat of the pig's balls against his legs already.

"Please, please, no...you can't...you can't do this...not to me..."

"I can do whatever the fuck I want, Foxie. And this is what I want."

He couldn't move. Slippy was too far gone, and held him around the waist, pinning his arms in place, and despite his chubby stature, Pigma was more than strong enough to keep his legs pinned in place as well. With his knees bent back into his belly, and his ass already full with the toad's cock, Fox was completely pinned and helpless.

The feeling of that hard shaft pressing against his rump was more than he could take. He panicked, trying to kick, trying to get free. Slippy didn't let him loose, and neither did Pigma. His struggles almost got one arm free, but then their captor had him pinned with his free hand. He whimpered, trying to get away.

"Please, I don't...I'm not...I'm not that anymore..."

"You ain't what, Fox?"

"I...I'm not...a slut..."

"You were a slut, huh? Hehehe, you never stopped. Ever looked at the way you run? The clothes ya wear? Every time you love the ship, you wear something that hugs that ass of yours. You look like a streetwalker dressing up like a soldier. You ain't nothing but a cock tease, and now, it's finally come back to bite ya."

The pig chuckled, oinking under his breath, and reached down. Fox felt that thick cock head lined up with his ass, and winced, whimpering as he felt the pressure bearing down on his hole. It was already stretched so wide by the constant pistoning of Slippy's cock inside of him, and now it was getting even more added in.

"Hehehe, you already feel hot, Foxie. Let's see how it feels, INSIDE!"

The sudden thrust almost knocked the air out of his lungs, and Fox gasped for breath as he was filled to the brim with pig cock. His ass burned hot, his rim feeling like someone had reached inside and wrenched it in two. Everything, everything went white with pain and heat and...

And submission.

The feeling of his hole nearly ripping in two should have knocked him out, but instead, it just burned through whatever resistance he had left and made him hold still. His breath left his lungs in a slow rattle as he felt his body give in, his hole clenching down weakly on the pair of dicks in him. Even as they started thrusting, Fox only laid there, his legs in the air and his toes occasionally curling when the immense pressure inside of his ass started rubbing along his prostate wall.

It was...

It was...

Something good.

Mmmph...fuck...fuck...fuck... He was being raped, he told himself, but that didn't matter. The feeling of two dicks in him at once, the sense of being so spread, so dominated, so taken, was making him moan in a way that nothing had done, before or after or during the Academy. He'd never had someone take him this hard, take him this far, and his body wanted it. Needed it.

The pig laughed over him, saying something about his face, but Fox didn't hear it. Not clearly, at least. All he heard was the laughter, felt the humiliation. His broken psyche took that and made him feel all the harder, all the more aroused for being just a silly slut for someone to laugh at.

He moaned, rolling his head to the side as they continued bucking inside of him, working their way ever deeper. In and out, in and out the pistoning cocks went, his toes curling and his cock oozing pre over his belly. There was no denying the pleasure from it anymore. They'd broken him on their cocks.

Fox started moaning, no longer hiding his own pleasure as he was wrecked from the pair of them. He moaned, whimpered, gasped, his cock shooting pre over his belly hands-free, and Pigma laughed again.

"Looks like you like being a whore, huh, Foxie?"

"Mmph..."

"Say it."

The camera was up, pushed right in his face. He moaned as the cool lens bumped his nose, and then pulled back again. His cock was throbbing, his ass was burning, was so full. Pigma stood back a little, and in the back of his head, Fox knew that his entire situation was now on camera, showing off to everyone just how far he had fallen, how much he had taken inside of him, and how hard he was from it.

"Say you like being a little whore, Foxie."

"I..."

Don't...

Fox could feel the resistance in the back of his head, but he was still floating on cock bliss. He...he wanted...he needed...it felt so good...He pushed back, whimpering, and Pigma pushed him half-back, keeping him barely mounted on the two dicks inside of him. Slippy said nothing, just licked the back of his head, the toad too far gone.

"Say it."

"I..."

"Hehehe, you want it?"

"Oh gods..."

"Say it."

"I...I like...being...a little...whore..."

Fox moaned out loud as he got his reward, a hard shaft slamming into his ass as fast as it could. He arched his back, and then slammed back down. One of them - Slippy, he thought - came in him, and spurted deep inside. Fox moaned out loud, cumming as well, but Pigma...

Pigma wasn't done with them yet.

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Hours later, Fox felt like he was slowly recovering. He pulled his head back, popping his lips off of Slippy's balls, and he turned back. Pigma was jerking off, camera in one hand, cock in the other...

And blaster on the floor.

My...my chance...

He looked up at Slippy, and saw that his wingmate had seen the same thing. They shared a nod, and after another moment of sex, they moved.

Fox leaped for the floor, and Slippy went high. He ran forward, whipping his too-long tongue out and distracting the mercenary. Pigma stared just long enough for Fox to get the blaster, and he whipped it up just in time to fire off a shot to keep Pigma back.

The shot also blew a hole in the camera lens.

"Give me the camera..."

"Aww, taking away all my souvenirs?"

"Could be...could be...taking away your...life, too..."

Fox's hands were shaking. That wasn't good. He stiffened them up again, hoping that Pigma hadn't seen. All the sex had taken its toll on him, and he knew that he needed to hurry this up. If he didn't have a chance to get the camera, he needed to shoot it, or do something else to destroy the recording.

Pigma hesitated, and then slowly extended the camera. Fox didn't reach for it, but Slippy did, and the toad took it away. He flicked the weapon towards the door, and Pigma groaned.

"Come on, Foxie, at least gimme my clothes."

"After that? No way."

"Fine. But you better know, this ain't over."

"It's over now. Now GET!"

He shot again, hitting the floor this time, and the pig squealed before running off. Fox stared after Pigma as the door closed behind him, and slowly lowered the blaster. His legs were shaking, and he almost hit the floor before he sat down on the bed, slumping forward with his head in his hands.

That...that was too close. He had almost fallen over while Pigma was in the room. The idea that he'd been half-broken by the pig was bad enough. If he'd lost their one chance to escape, too, because he was that damaged...

"Fox?"

He turned to Slippy. The toad was blushing, and offering him a pair of underwear. He took it with thanks, and slid them on. As Slippy started getting dressed, Fox turned his attention to the recording that he still held. The stupid thing would be the death of his reputation as a hard and strong fighter pilot. If anyone ever saw it, he wouldn't be able to show his face in any contract meeting for his services ever again.

He turned it around, saw that there was a viewing panel in the back. Despite himself, he was half-tempted to open it, watch what he'd done. Some of it was nothing more than a very hazy memory, and he wanted to know what he had done.

On the other hand...

He shivered, putting it down. The last thing that he needed was a reminder of how submissive he could be. He wanted to throw it to the ground, destroy it, but at the same time, he needed to be sure that it was the only recording that Pigma had. If there was ever another one, he needed to have this on hand, to show that it wasn't something that he wanted to do. He would have to keep it, regardless.

Groaning, he set it off to the side, and then leaned forward, resting his head in his hands. It was not what he wanted, but it was what he had.

"Fox?"

Slippy caught his attention again, and he forced himself to look back at the toad. Once more, the shyness had gotten the toad to blush, and he tried to smile reassuringly.

"Yeah?"

"I...I was kinda wondering..."

"...Yeah?"

"...Can we do that -"

"No."

"But...but you..."

"No, no, no, not happening, no."

"But you took TWO cocks in your butt..."

"I didn't want the first one."

"..."

"Oh, Slippy, don't. Don't do it. Don't. I'm telling you, don't."

"Fox."

"..."

"Fox, I can tell people..."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"..."

"So...one more time?"

"Nnnnngh. Blackmailed by my own wingman!"

The End