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Peppy's Present Problem

Part 1

For Limemas

By Draconicon

With Fox, Falco, and Slippy missing, there was little that Peppy could do to soothe his nerves. The older hare knew that Star Wolf had to be involved somehow, that there was some sort of sham going on with their 'retirement' and punishment, or that they were pulling some sort of trick to drag down the rest of his team in revenge.

General Pepper had accused him of paranoia, of being unwilling to let go of his old grudges, but he knew that there was no way that the other mercenary team would honestly be this willing to take punishment, to go quietly into the night this way. The hare knew that they had to be up to something.

Falco's disappearance could have been coincidence, considering that the bird had gone missing once before. Leave the team once, it was completely possible that one would leave the team again. But Fox? No chance in hell. He respected his father's legacy too much. And Slippy...

The hare grumbled to himself as he looked down at the many consoles that controlled the Great Fox, shaking his head.

"That boy should have listened to me. Now he's gone and I have to try and figure this out on my own."

Not a great chance of that, either. He was decent with the ship, but he was no techno-wizard like the toad was. Half the time, he had to look up the manuals for the different computers, and he was pretty sure that he was missing crucial information when he was using them. Their readouts made little sense to him these days, and kept nudging him towards thinking that he should have retired years ago.

Even now, the temptation was there, but he knew that if he didn't get his friends out of trouble, he'd regret it for the rest of his days. He was the last member of Starfox, both of the old generation and the new one, and he would be damned if he let the team end on his watch.

He was just turning to the planetary scan readouts when the ship rocked from stern to bow, nearly knocking him off his feet.

"What the devil?!"

"Intruder Alert. Intruder Alert."

"How the - goddamn it. Lock down the doors!"

He slapped his palm down against the security button, initiating the first phase of the lockdown. Jumping to his feet, he ran from one computer to another, kicking off the various different security functions. They had been split apart from each other since the last adventure, when some hacker managed to get control of all the security programs at once since they were all centralized, but it meant that he had to run from one terminal to another, shutting security doors, arming the lasers, setting up the cameras.

It was a nightmare, but it was the only way to keep the intruders at bay.

He had just hit the last of the terminals, getting ready to void the atmosphere for the rest of the ship, when the main screen on the bridge lit up with a security camera feed. The hare looked up, and his eyes went wide.

"Fox!"

Not just Fox, but Falco and Slippy, too, all three of them bound in chains on their knees, and all three of them stripped of everything but the fur and feathers and skin that they'd been born with. All three of them...

All three of them cock-ringed and with their hips thrust forward, too, showing off erections that were harder than the old man needed to see.

His cheeks burned a bit at the sight, but no more than they did when he saw the camera turn, pulled to the side to reveal his old wingmate.

"Pigma. You son of a -"

"Peeeeeeeppy," Pigma squealed in a way that was far too familiar to the old hare. "Looks like you got the doors stuck. Don't worry. The rest of the team are going to break those down soon enough. But in case you were thinking of putting all this air out into space, you might want to remember that we got hostages here. Hostages that don't got a helmet to breathe in like the rest of us."

"..."

It was a brilliant move, and one that he hadn't seen coming. The fact that Star Wolf had thought ahead enough to have that move ready meant that he couldn't just sit here and wait out their attack. He would have to do something more active.

There were sparks flying in the background of the camera feed, and he knew that had to mean that Wolf, and perhaps Leon, were already busy cutting through the security door, forcing their way deeper into the ship. If they got very far, then they would find their way into the laser hallways.

That was something, but he knew that it wasn't going to be enough to stop their main rivals. He'd need to think of something that would slow them down further.

But it was hard to look away from the camera feed, particularly when Pigma grabbed Fox by the tail, pulling him to his feet. The pig shoved him forward, giving Peppy a good view of his leader's rather...

Well, diminutive was one way to put it, but tiny was the more accurate way. Fox was not big, not in the slightest, not compared to his father...

"Looks like the boy ain't nearly the stud that his daddy was," Pigma said with a laugh. "Ain't that right, Foxy?"

"Mmmph...not big...not big at all," his leader said, blushing and throbbing as he said it. "Everyone needs to see how tiny my dick is...and how hungry my ass is..."

"Yeah, you got that right. So, let's turn you around and let good ol' Peppy see what he's missing out on."

The hare could hardly believe what he was seeing, let alone what he was hearing, and his jaw dropped as Fox did as he was told, turning on the spot and showing off his ass. And...

Well, it was definitely a good one.

Peppy's cheeks burned all the brighter as his cock jumped up in his jumpsuit, throbbing a bit as his mind filled with old fantasies. Fantasies of having his fun with James when they were still flying together, fantasies of seeing that famous fox ass spread across his cock rather than seeing that shaft jabbing into yet another vixen.

And then the fantasies that he'd stilled when he started to work for Fox, the idea of being more than a mentor to the younger guy, of being the one that actually taught him how the birds and the bees worked, and being the one with the stinger for a change.

His cock throbbed hard, his balls churning in ways that they hadn't done since the last time that the team had been forced to all shower together. His cheeks burned all the hotter as Pigma forced a finger into Fox's asshole, spreading it the way that Peppy wished he'd done.

"Oh god, yes, finger me," Fox grunted. "Finger me for the camera. Oh fuck...Peppy...Peppy, are you seeing this? Seeing this jerk finger my ass?"

"I can see it," he muttered, though there was no way for Fox to hear him from this distance. The microphones were not two-way, after all.

He blushed as he felt his cock throb all the harder at the way that Fox's little pink pucker - already loosened from the last time that he had seen the vulpine pilot - clenched around the pig's thick digit, knowing that there was no way that Fox would normally be doing this. Something had happened to his leader, and...

And while it was wrong, it was so damn sexy at the same time.

His cheeks burned as he thought that, not wanting to be putting that sort of description to someone that he had followed into battle multiple times, but there it was. He was throbbing hard at the sight of his biggest enemy finger-fucking his boss, and there was no getting around it.

Peppy was so distracted by the show that he actually didn't notice that the sparks had stopped in the background until a few minutes after the fact. He gasped, the old hare jumping to the other computers, flicking through the security feeds to find out where they'd gone.

He spotted them just coming up to the laser hallway, and he shook his head, pushing a few buttons. They had to be primed, ready to shoot. He started programming them with the old bio-signatures for Wolf and Leon, as well as what they had picked up for Andrew and Pigma. He was about to type it in when he heard another moan on the camera, and it wasn't Fox moaning, either.

"Mmmph...mmmph...."

That sounded like Slippy, but there was no way...was there?

Peppy looked up from the computer again, this time met with the view of innocent Slippy sucking off Pigma like the big guy's dick was the best thing in the universe, bobbing his head up and down it the way that he had done with ice cream treats not all that long ago. His cheeks burned as he realized just how deep Slippy was able to take it, the toad's throat seeming to lack any sort of gag reflex in the slightest.

"Hehehe, you picked some good team members this time around, Peppy," Pigma said for the camera, laughing his head off. "Looks like you got all the fuck sluts to keep on the ship this time. No more bringing in whores for you. Heh. Or were you as shy for them as you were for me and James?"

"Don't you dare..."

"Heh, did you know that the hare was the shy boy? Seriously, gayest fuck-boi that you ever met, but didn't have the guts to approach anyone. Didn't have the stomach to go out on the streets and buy some ass if he needed to get off. He kept waiting on the ship, hoping that me or James would open up and let him fuck us up the ass."

"You...you..."

"Yeah, he did, Fox. You bet your balls that he wanted to fuck your daddy, but your daddy was too straight for that kinda thing. He only fucked girls, til he had you and died."

Pigma laughed, even though Fox blushed in humiliation, his cock throbbing.

It was pretty damn humiliating for Peppy, too. The fact that his past was being pulled out and thrown out like so much trash was more than he had ever expected from this disaster, and his cheeks were burning almost as hard as his cock was throbbing.

Humiliation. It had never been the main way for him to get off, but it was getting to him now. He had been...shy, yes, but that's because he wanted to be good. Buying sluts was a way of getting in trouble, and going out and about the way that Pigma did, fucking everything in sight, was a way to ruin their reputation as a good, reputable mercenary group. It would have been better to keep it in-house, that was all.

And Pigma, as much as Peppy hated to admit it, had something right about the different pilots on the team. Fox had been the one to pick both Slippy and Falco, but Peppy had been the one to push them as the best candidates, pushing them forward in hopes that Fox would pick them over the others. They had been the hottest guys, the ones that looked like they'd be most interested in playing with dick.

It hadn't gone according to plan. Slippy had been completely innocent, not even picking up on the bits of flirting that Peppy had clumsily tried to introduce between them, and Falco and Fox had gotten together right off the bat. There had been nothing left for him, except for his hand.

Yet, he had still been good. He hadn't gone around, hadn't gone sleeping with other members of the public. He had been the upstanding member of the team, never making a problem, never doing anything wrong. Always making sure that the team kept looking good, even when he wanted nothing more than to get a good bit of ass, to take advantage of a fan the way that the others sometimes did.

And now, it was coming back to bite him in the ass. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and his cheeks were burning hotter than he could ever remember them being.

Beep, beep.

And now, there was another problem.

He whipped his head back down to the other cameras, and groaned. The other members of Star Wolf had gotten through the laser corridor, and they were making their way to the lift. The security doors were opening one by one, and that meant that there had to be a tech expert on the station.

That meant Andrew, which meant that there was a hacker somewhere that was fucking with the different systems, opening the way for Wolf and Leon to make their way to the bridge.

Gotta focus on them. I have to focus on them. Fox, Falco, Slippy...they'll be okay. I just have to focus on keeping them from getting to me, otherwise we're all fucked.

Peppy turned his attention to the security recordings as Wolf and Leon got into the lift. They still had one more corridor to get through when they got to the top, and if he could shut down the lift before they got there, then they'd have to use the access shafts, pushing them into narrower, more secure positions. Then he could hold them back. Then he could -

The screens flickered, forcing the view back to Pigma and the rest of his team. Peppy could have pulled his ears off in frustration as he was forced to see all three of his copilots lined up, their asses pushed back to the camera.

Slippy was nice and big, hefty in the rump with more softness than the others, but he wasn't fat, exactly. Chubby, for sure, but not fat. Lots of jiggle there, lots of being open.

Fox was not doing too badly, either, well-trained and muscular, but with enough curve to be more androgynous, something that would appeal to men or women, someone that would get fucked by the straight guys as much as by the gay ones.

And then there was Falco. Falco, the big guy, the tough guy, the other top on the team...

Who had a gemmed butt plug shoved up his ass, one that had the chameleon's face imprinted on it, and who was groaning as he fucked himself with the plug, fingers pulling it in and out of his ass, fucking himself right there on camera.

"Hehehe, what's the matter, bird-brain? Can't think when you got something up your ass?"

"Mmmph...Leon got me...hooked on it..."

"Yeah, I bet. Much easier to just fuck your ass and not even think, right?"

"Fuck you..."

"Nah, fuck you."

The camera showed the pig kicking the plug, knocking it deeper, and Falco came right then and there, the pheasant shooting his load right over the floor. The hare gasped at the sight, his eyes going wide at the view of the big bad bird cumming his brains out on the camera.

Holy...

It was real. The three of them had been completely corrupted, changed and trained to serve the lusts of their rival team. The fact that it had gone that far, that fast, was more than a little humiliating to him, too, because of one horrible reason.

He had never tried to do it himself.

Peppy might not have been the sort of ass to push that sort of need on other people, but he had fantasized about it more than once. He had pushed himself over the edge, jerking it in his room, to the idea of pushing his will on others, of putting on a leather jacket and going out and finding people that would let him do whatever he wanted. He had thought of doing exactly what Leon had done to Falco to others, of being that leather daddy that they wanted to get fucked by, who they fucked themselves thinking about.

He'd always thought that Falco was too much of a top for anyone to fuck with like this, but if he had known that the feathered friend had always been hiding this much of a bottom bitch...

He squeezed his bulge without realizing what he was doing, his cheeks burning brighter as he felt pre-cum through his flight suit. He pulled his hand away, but he kept on throbbing despite himself.

Pigma had pulled back, grabbing the camera and forcing Peppy to look at him again.

"Hehehe, look at that, huh? The big bitch got off on getting fucked up the ass. Betcha that you're looking forward to the same thing."

"No way..."

"You've always been such a good boy. A good bitch. Trying to be the good little boy scout every time that I brought someone back to the ship. Remember how that went, huh? Remember that time I brought a little bunny boy up from Corneria?"

The hare did, as a matter of fact. It had been one of the last times that they'd had shore leave before they went on that fateful mission to Venom. He remembered how it had gone horribly bad at the planet, but more, he remembered how Pigma had been flaunting the rent boy that he had picked up on the planet.

The hare had been almost a color-clone of the older hare, the only difference being their different ages. Pigma had trotted him around, showing him off, even going so far as to pull down the back of the young man's pants to let him and James get a good look at the boy's ass.

He remembered being painfully envious of the other man, back then, but now, he was feeling something a bit different. Something like...envy for the boy.

The thought pushed into his head, and there was a sudden clench under his cottontail at the idea of something getting shoved up his ass rather than the other way around. He yelped at the thought, pushing it out of his head as fast as he could, blushing worse than ever as he realized what he was starting to think about.

No. I'm not like that. I am not like that.

Yet, the idea had been planted, and now it was spreading, pushing through all the corners of his mind. He hadn't been on the bottom before, but he hadn't really been on the top much, either. The only times that he had gotten laid, before or after the time on Venom when he had been caught, was when he had been given some sort of pity-fuck by a fan that wanted Pigma, James, or Fox more than they had wanted him, but they were willing to settle with some member of Starfox.

It was a humiliating thought, a worse memory, but there was truth to it. He had always been the one that came second, third, or last, but never quite placing out of the race entirely. They'd just always wanted someone else.

And when you didn't get much respect on top, did you really belong there?

There was another hum, another warning from the intruder alert system, but it was something that barely caught his attention in the background. All of his attention was on Pigma, now, staring at his old teammate, thinking about what they had used to share. What it had been like being on the same team.

What it had been like to look up to the dirty, filthy man that was showing off to the camera now.

He was a jerk. He was worse than a jerk. He wanted to sell us all out to Andross.

But that didn't stop the pig from being a stud and knowing it, showing off all the time and giving them all glimpses of his dick whenever they didn't want to see it. The number of times that Peppy had seen the other guy walk by his room or the shower with a hard-on had been too great to count, and -

"Oh my..."

The hare had a reminder of Pigma's size right then and there, the pig rocking a beer-can of a cock, one that might not have been as long as some of his teammates, but it was sure as hell thick enough to wreck a hole. He could remember the screaming that had come from Pigma's quarters every night, and that cock was exactly why.

It was huge, thick, and had the heft behind it to break anything that it came in contact with. The thought of actually touching something like that, of having something like that, was a dream and a half.

What was better, however, was the thought of being fucked by it.

Peppy grabbed his cock, his hole clenching again as he remembered that hare boy again, remembered how the boy had left the ship later, how the rabbit had been moaning, grunting, grumbling a bit, but no less dazed with pleasure for it. He limped like someone that had been fucked all night long, and considering the rumors that he had heard about pigs, that was entirely possible.

He blushed worse as he realized how turned on he was as Pigma turned the security camera this way and that, forcing it to look at the pig's cock from every angle, even going so far as to pull it down and show off his balls.

Huge ones, too, ones that confirmed the sheer virility of Pigma's porcine DNA. The fact that they were as big as they were, bigger than Peppy's fists, made him wonder just how long it had been since his rival had last cum.

He was falling, and he was falling fast, and he could barely pull himself to look away.

Desperately, he tried to pull up different security camera footage, trying to find out where Wolf and Leon had got to, but every time that he tried, all he got was another angle with Pigma, showing off the big guy's cock, or ass, or what he was doing to the other members of the team. Each time that it showed off something new, Peppy's cock jumped in his suit, reminding him of just what he wanted.

What he needed.

No, I'm the mentor, the old hand! I don't need this. I can control myself.

Yet, at the same time, it had been years since he'd gotten laid. Years. Years since he'd felt a hole or even a hand besides his own against his cock, and the fact was, there was no way that he'd be getting another partner at his age. Not someone that would be able to give him what he wanted.

"So, Peppy, why don't you be a pal and open the doors, huh?" Pigma said. "You open the doors right now, and I'll be nice to you, give you the chance to explore this dick the way that you want. Otherwise, if we gotta force our way in, we'll have to train you to be like the bitches behind me, and you ain't gonna like that."

Be like the bitches...

He stared at Fox, Slippy, and Falco. They were still the same pilots that he had fought with, trained with, worked with for years, but they were so slutty now, so eager to serve that they seemed to have forgotten everything that they had once been. Whether they were still the same when they weren't horny, he didn't know, but this...

This was both horrifying and intensely arousing. The idea of being able to turn people into that. The idea of being able to use them so hard that they wanted it at the end of the day, to make them into sluts...

To be bad...

He shivered at the idea, pulling back from the concept. He was not like that. He was better than that. He was a good person, and he wasn't going to be made into a worse one. He had to be...

He had to be good.

He had to be good for them.

"Peeeeeeppy."

The damn squeal. He looked up, and then gasped as he saw all three of his copilots sucking down the pig's cock, bobbing up and down along his shaft, eagerly swallowing his dick right down to the base.

"Looks like they want you to join 'em. Why don't you open the door, huh?"

Seeing Fox looking so blissed out, seeking out the camera like the fame-seeker that he was, only made it worse. It made him remember James, made him remember how he had often wished that the other man had been at least bi, if not gay, so that they could have had fun together. It made him think of the many times that he had imagined that mouth wrapped around his cock, how he had wanted to use it just like that how Pigma was using it right then and there.

And then, he remembered how often he had been good, how he had resisted temptation, how he had done everything in his power to be the kind man, the good man, the one that didn't screw up or do something stupid.

And now...

Now he had the opportunity to be good, or bad. He had the opportunity to be selfish, or to be true.

Go down as a martyr...or go down as a slut.

He looked down at the consoles, finding that he had been completely locked out save for the shutdown button. He could shut the whole system down, allow Leon and Wolf to come and get him. If he did...

If he did, then there was no way that they'd ever let him forget it. He would be the traitor that ended all hope for the team, the one that had helped start the team being the one that ended up pulling the trigger on it. The fact that he had been pushed, teased, tormented, pushed beyond all endurance didn't matter.

Yet, at the same time...

He looked down at his bulge. He was harder than he had ever been. He had been the good guy so many times, and it had gotten him nowhere. Pigma was giving him a chance to get out of this, to be something else, and if he did do it now, if he was 'good' for the big bad boar now, he would get it lightly rather than get it hard.

There was no real choice for him anymore. No real way forward without getting himself fucked over.

Peppy reached over for the button, hitting it and ending the security lockdown.

The door to the bridge came flying open, and Wolf and Leon stood on the other side, smirking.

"Looks like the damn pig found a way to get to you after all," Wolf said. "What the hell did he promise you, huh? That we'd let you go?"

"Because that's not happening," Leon said. "We're not letting any of you go."

"No, he..."

Peppy blushed, looking down at the bulge in his shorts, at the wet spot on the tip of it. God, it was humiliating...and one more sign of just how little experience he had compared to the rest of them.

The other two mercenaries looked down at his crotch, and Leon smirked.

"Well, well, well. It looks like the old man can't hold his load anymore."

"Heh, not sure that he ever could. James kept talking about the perverted old coot that he worked with. Didn't think that he was telling the truth about it."

"Maybe I should help Pigma build a chastity cage for him. The hare's probably going to be dripping all over the place without one."

"Heh, you'll have to ask him. He likes it...messy."

Wolf pulled out his blaster, leveling it at the hare, and Peppy put his hands up in the air. He knew the routine; he'd been captured, and now it was time for the walk of shame down to the hangar.

The other mercs were surprisingly gentle with the ship, either out of a bit of respect for the old thing or for some other reason that none of them were sharing. There was no looting done, no rooting through the different rooms. If anything, they seemed more eager to get out than they were to do anything else.

By the time that they arrived at the hangar, both Pigma and Andrew were waiting impatiently, the latter face-fucking Slippy - and the toad dripping like a fountain from having a cock down his throat - while Pigma had his two sluts licking the sides of his cock, forcing the naked Fox and Falco to keep bobbing their heads up and down along his dick.

"Hehehe, what took you?" the pig asked.

"He walks slow," Wolf muttered. "The old man's yours. Don't know why you wanted him."

"Heh, we're old pals, ain't we, Peps?"

The hare looked down at the ground, not daring to look at his old teammates. They had every reason to be furious with him now, to blame him for what had happened. There was nothing that he could have done to stop it, though; all that he could do was make it harder on himself when they caught him.

Pigma reached out, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to look up. The big old boar licked his face, leaving a trail of slime along his chin and lips.

"I said, ain't we old pals, Peps?"

"...Yes...we're old pals..."

"Yeah, and old pals know what we want. Don't we?"

"...Yeah..."

"Come on. My Wolfen's got space for two. You can sit on ol' Pigma's lap all the way back home."

Despite being maybe a year older, Pigma was making him feel like there was a huge difference in their ages, and an even bigger difference in their level of experience. It only made the situation that much more difficult to deal with.

However, there was little he could do. He'd been beaten.

No, he'd surrendered. He didn't even have that dignity.

The hare let himself be led to Pigma's Wolfen, allowing himself to be put into the cockpit on top of the boar's lap. The feeling of that bulge rubbing against him - no, that cock, because Pigma hadn't put it away - was more than a little humiliating, but he knew what he had let himself in for. It was a miracle that the pig wasn't jamming his 'joystick' right up the hare's ass for the flight back down to the planet.

He allowed himself to be held, his body pinned against the bigger male's chest, and he groaned as the vibrations around him actually jiggled him against the pig a bit more than he expected, making him feel that cock between his ass cheeks all the more.

The team took off, each member of Star Wolf carrying a member of Starfox in their ships as they left the Great Fox behind. Pigma oinked in his ear, chuckling.

"Gonna be roping that down to the scrapyard, later. Wolf said that he doesn't want it, and it's better to make it disappear."

"...What?" Peppy whispered.

"That's right. I'm the sole owner of the Great Fox now. Fox signed it over to me. You had James's share, and you're gonna give it to me. And I just want to see that old relic burn. No more Great Fox. No more of the past."

Pigma turned Peppy's head to look away from the ship, forcing the hare to stare the rotund boar right in the eyes.

"Just you and me."

They shared a slobbery kiss that was most definitely one-sided, something that Peppy never would have taken if he had the option. He grunted through it all, gagging and sputtering through the licking tongue that pressed against his lips. He was only able to pull away when Pigma was done, forced to endure the squealing laugh as they jetted for the planet below.

What had he done?

The End