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"Hypnobird"

"Fox! What the hell are you doing?" Falco exclaimed as he adjusted the stick of his Arwing, banking the ship hard to the left with a roll to deflect enemy fire. "Why don't you get these idiots off my tail before I turn into a fireball?"

Fox's image flickered in and out on his monitor, a sly smirk across his face. "Oh I don't know, Falco. I was hoping to sort of get you to sweat some."

"Ha. Joke's on you, birds don't even sweat." He answered with a laugh.

Just like that, Falco made a hard left and spun again, deflecting the enemy blasts off his hull and directly back toward his pursuers. The enemy ships had to stop firing to avoid their own ricochets and that was when the bird pulled a hard climb, sweeping hard upward; he came down behind the enemy ships and with a volley of his blasters, turned the ships to rubble and causing them to go crashing downward into the abyss below.

"WOOOOHOOO!" Falco cheered, thrusting his hands up in the air. "Take that, Fox! You know I'm the best!"

"Showoff!"

Falco laughed, despite an encroaching headache and soon his laughs died in place of the pain throbbing in his mind. He put a hand on his face and groaned. "Falco? Are you all right?" He could hear Peppy's voice, but it sounded somewhat distorted. As the bird opened his eyes again, he could see everything highlighted in a strange reddish color. Peppy's voice sounded distant too, like it was coming from a long, empty tube. "Falco?!"

"I'm f-fine..." He struggled to speak

"Whoa! Falco, are you all right?"

Fox's voice sounded clear as a bell, and suddenly Falco found himself not in the midst of a starfield battle, but in a large, ritzy casino sitting in front of a roulette table. McCloud had managed to catch Falco and kept him from falling out of his chair. He put his hand on the edge of the table and steadied himself. "Hnn...Fox? What--what happened?"

"I'm not sure." He groaned. "I...I could have sworn we were--" He paused and looked up at the man at the table, a wolf who looked oddly familiar, but Falco couldn't place him. "I think I'd better go lay down." He mumbled as he stood up, and almost immediately fell again, prompting Fox to catch him.

"Whoa, let's see if we can't get you to the room Falco." He looked at. "I'm not sure if it's the booze or the excitement, but you don't look so good."

Falco wasn't sure if it was his dizziness or exhaustion causing the world to flash red at him, but as Fox helped him to stand up straight, the flashes settled down and calmed his stomach. "Remind me where my room is? I'll just go get some rest." He said.

"We're bunking together. Come on, we'll head up to the room together."

Falco felt light headed as Fox supported him under his arm and helped him along the long corridor of the hotel. He groaned as he put a palm up against his head and closed his eyes: "Red, everything feels red." He mumbled, not exactly making sense to even himself. "Why...?"

"What are you talking about Falco?" Fox asked. "I think you've been spending too much time in front of a slot machine or something."

"N-no... I just--I just feel like something's off." He said and the two boarded the elevator he peeked through the openings in his fingers at Fox, who had pressed the six on the list of numbers. "How did we get here? I remember us fighting an enemy squadron and then...and--and then..." He paused, trying to bring back the memories. "Wait--before that. Before--before that I remember I got a call from you, and I had to fly out to meet you. But...I can't... I... I don't..."

"Falco?"

Falco blinked, and suddenly he found himself lying on a bed in a low lit room with Fox looking over him. He winced as his brain began to throb and he put his hands over his eyes. "I...how did we get up here, Fox? I don't understand."

"I'm not sure what happened, we met up and you just passed out. You've been asleep for about two hours now."

Falco growled and sat up slowly to keep the throbbing in his head to a minimum. "I was attacked, that's what."

Fox looked confused. "What? No you weren't, we met up and you just... keeled over. I actually thought you'd been poisoned for a minute, but it was clear you were just exhausted. Didn't you take any breaks flying out here?"

"I don't... remember." Falco said, shaking his head. "Now come on Fox. What the fuck did you call me out here for anyway? I could hardly make out your transmission and...ugh..." He moaned and put a hand on his head. "I could have sworn someone attacked me when I got here, are you sure?"

"As far as I know, you were fine when I first spotted you." Fox said as he made his way up onto Falco's lap, pushing his chest down as he sat on top of the bird's crotch.

Falco immediately felt there was nothing between them except the sheets and the pants that Fox had on, his mouth fell open with a wide gasp of surprise as Fox's fingers worked through his feathers. "Ho-holy shit, Fox! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh, relax Lombardi. You're just too pent up to think straight..." Fox's voice sounded different, and his visage seemed to shift as his eyes flashed a brilliant red color and his face shifted to look like someone else's...but he couldn't recognize him.

Fox's claws dug into Falco's chest, causing his pectorals to burn. He cried out and moaned; the touch was beginning to turn him on, and he found himself wanting it to continue as the claws continued to burn into his chest. His heart began to race, his cock sprang to life and pressed against the sheets and he let out a loud, passionate moan before--

Falco gasped loudly as he bolted upright in his bed. His heart was still pounding in his chest as he began to realize the darkness around him being illuminated by the starry sky outside told him that everything was back to normal. He was shaking; the nightmare had an unexpected side effect; he was hard as a rock, the shape of his member was pressed up firmly against the sheets, and he placed his hand on his face. If he had pores, he would be sweating like crazy right now.

He peeled his sheet to the side and slid to the end of his bed; best not to go visit the communal shower in this. He'd never hear the end of it if Slippy walked in, or Peppy for that matter. As he made his way toward the private shower in his quarters, he turned on the dull illumination that shined spotlights down into the cool stone-like tile that lined it. He didn't remember his shower looking so modernized, but he didn't think on it long. He rested a towel on the railing that surrounded the shower and climbed in. He turned on the water, which immediately got hot and he used his hands to fill his palms with it, splashing it over his face and giving him an intense rush that washed over the rest of him. He stepped into the shower and began to run his fingers through his hair, trying his best to forget the contents of his dreams. But trying his best wasn't enough, and flashes of red combined with Fox's naked, lithe frame. He couldn't control himself as his fingers twined around his naked flesh, and he began to stroke himself, wondering what it would be like to actually be with Fox. He could never figure out why he'd never thought about it before...the flimsy excuse that he was straight was just--

"Wait, this is stupid...I'm not convincing myself that I'm straight, I am completely str--" Falco gasped as he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist.

"Are you still on that?" Fox asked, his hands crawling up and down the bird's abdomen; his naked body hugged against his backside as his thick, warm tip pushed against the underside of the bird's orbs. "You know the only one you're trying to convince is yourself right? And even that's breaking down...down...down..." His voice broke and scattered in Falco's mind as he didn't fight Fox's eager grasp. He wanted to feel it, he wanted to feel the force of Fox's love. He wanted to be taken by his squad leader; and more importantly, he wanted to feel that vulpine muzzle around his cock, swallowing his seed.

He moaned softly as he felt Fox's hands work their way down his waist, his thumbs casually spreading his cheeks apart and he could feel the heat of Fox's flesh squeeze into the canal between them, pressing them together like a hot dog bun. "Assume the position..." He heard Fox growl with a commanding tone to his voice and instantly, Falco pressed his palms up against the glass of the shower, the steam rising around them as Fox teased the bird's hole with his tip, pressing it against and pulling it away from his aching ring. He gasped and moaned; he didn't realize how badly he wanted it. His body was shaking now, again with the teasing, Falco pressed his forehead into the crook of his elbow, just waiting for Fox to get it over with--

From the darkness, a pair of watchful eyes observed Falco and Fox with intense interest. Their bodies writhing about in the shower, growing more and more passionate by the minute, he couldn't help but slide his hand along the front of his pants, stroking at the very obvious erection pressed against the leather-like fabric of his front. "This shouldn't work..." Wolf said to himself. "Lombardi of all people? How the fuck is this so hot? How desperate does that bird want to get off on his boss that he's willing to forget his reality so easily...?" He pondered and lifted the hand with the ring on its finger, a deep red pulse emanating from it every few seconds. Though Falco couldn't see him, he couldn't see the ring, but somehow his eyes were flooding with the intense glow of red coming from it. "No... not yet..." He said as he stood up and walked toward the pair, they were mere inches from the Fox penetrating the bird when a single gesture from Wolf made the two of them "Stop..." He commanded.

Instantly the two of them froze in place, which would have been awkward if it were any other situation. The pair looked as though they had been frozen in time as Wolf approached them. There was no shower now, there was only the black room that surrounded them. Wolf smirked as his fingers dragged along the bird's beak. "What is it about you, Lombardi? What makes me intrigued to see how far you'd go?" He turned to Fox and sighed. "Is he the one standing between us, Fox?" He snorted. "Well, if you want to get this out of your system, I can certainly help you out with that...but not yet, it's too soon. Another suggestion perhaps, a new way to look at this..."

"Falco!"

Falco gasped and his head snapped upright so quickly that it was dizzying. He had literally fallen asleep over his dinner, the smell of his spread penetrating his nostrils like daggers gnawing at his stomach. Peppy was the one who had slammed his hands down onto the table and shouted. Peppy and Fox were still staring, their mouths hanging open in shock. "Aw come on old man, just let me have my dinner will ya?" He argued.

Peppy sighed and flopped weightily onto his seat. "I don't got a problem with that Falco, but you looked like you were gonna doze off and I ain't gonna have that nonsense at the table. You want to sleep go to your quarters and catch a few winks before the mission."

"Mission?"

Fox stared at him. "The...mission to stop Andross once and for all? The one we've been planning for for the last few months?" He said facetiously.

"Andross? That was four years ago...wasn't it?"

"Four years?" Peppy scoffed. "You wish. What are you trying to get out of the mission by pretending to lose your mind?"

"I'm... not pretending anything..." Falco replied in confusion. "What the fuck is going on here?"

"Look, I appreciate your sense of humor in this Falco, but what are we going to do short of a wingman?" Fox asked.

Falco looked at Fox, he felt a buzz in the back of his head as soon as he did so. He put a hand on top of his head and saw a ring of red in Fox's eyes. His body relaxed some. It felt strange to him, but somehow being near Fox was euphoric to him, he smiled. "Well, I guess if anyone's gonna get your ass out of a sling it's going to have to be me." He said, pausing for a moment.

"Great." Slippy said. "Because that's what I like to see, like one big happy--"

"Shut up, Slippy." All three said at once, making the toad clap his mouth shut.

"So, Fox. Any plans for the weekend?" Peppy asked, prompting Falco to look at the fox's chair and seeing no one was sitting in it. Peppy, seemingly none-the-wiser was continuing his meal as if he hadn't even said anything.

"Peppy? Where did Fox go?"

Peppy looked confused. "He took off a couple days ago, Falco. Went to the Hyper Sky Lounge, you remember me telling you, don'tcha?"

His voice echoed in Falco's head, ringing loudly through his ears as though an alarm was sounding off in his brain. A headache had come on strongly now, and he thrust his face into his palms.

***

All of a sudden, the sound around Falco changed. Instead of a quiet mess hall where the squad ate three to four times a day, he could now smell the booze and smoke of a seedy bar choking his throat and the loud, pulsating music beating at his ear drums. He looked up and could see a flood of neon blue lights filling his vision, it was annoying, but it was a far cry better than the incessant instances of red lighting he'd been seeing recently. As his memories began to push back into his head, he remembered that he had come here in search of Fox. He was worried that McCloud was in trouble, and suspected Wolf was somehow involved.

"Hey. Are you all right?" The gruff bartender asked.

"Wh-what?"

"You were telling me something about a missing fox, and then you stopped mid-sentence. Are you sick or something?"

Falco shook his head. "No, I just need to know if you've seen a spacer fox. Goes by the name Fox McCloud."

"Ain't never heard of him." The bartender said. "Sorry bird boy."

Absently, Falco grabbed the beer bottle he had ordered and took a hard swig before immediately spitting it out in disgust. It had gone warm, almost piss-warm and it had him gagging and pushing it away from him. "Ugh! Tasteless, you know if you're going to be a bartender and serve me a drink, you might want to keep it cold."

"I gave it to you cold, punk. You've been sitting here doing nothing for almost an hour now until just now when you asked me about that fox." He grunted and took the bottle away from him. "And no refunds." He muttered as he walked out of sight, prompting Falco to groan in frustration and lean back.

"Funny thing." A familiar voice made Falco's blood run cold as he turned to see Wolf seated next to him. "Normally that guy is one of the most patient men in this bar." He smirked and turned his eye sideways to see Falco. "You really know how to piss 'em off, do you not, Lombardi?" He blinked his eyes and when he opened them, he noticed a pistol pointed directly at his temple. "Oh, so you weren't just happy to see me."

"Where's Fox?" Falco said with a growl as he primed the weapon with a dull humming noise.

Wolf smiled with confidence. "Fox? What makes you think I had anything to do with McCloud?"

"He comes out to see you on your offer to pay off a debt, he disappears but you're still here. I might not be the smartest bird in space, but I do know how to put two and two together..." He aimed the gun closer, but he felt a sudden urge pulling back at his hand, causing it to shake uncontrollably. He grunted as he tried to steady the aim.

"Having a problem, birdy?" He asked as he scratched his chin, the red glow on the ring of his leading finger filling Falco's eyes. "Hmm? Can't pull the trigger?" His grin broadened, his teeth shining in the light. "Go on."

Falco couldn't. His mind felt numb all of a sudden, and the harder he tried the more his gun shook. "Put it away..." He heard Wolf's voice in his head, he wasn't sure if Wolf had even said anything out loud, but his body responded automatically and he slipped the gun back into its holster. Wolf chuckled as he watched the ring of red encircle Falco's pupils and he approached him. "Come with me, Falco. I wish to show you something." He said as he wrapped his hand around Falco's wrist.

Falco didn't know why he was following Wolf's lead; somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it wasn't how it should be. Every ounce of him was trying to push back against this control, but he just couldn't control his limbs as Wolf escorted him from the bar and across toward an elevator. "Press the up arrow, would you Falco?"

Automatically, Falco's hand reached out and pressed the button. There was a soft ding and the doors opened, blinding him with a white light that filled his vision. He raised his free hand to block the light for a moment, only for red flickers to burn into his retinas. "Press the number six..." He heard Wolf's voice echoing in his mind and he put his hand on his head while he felt his other one press the requested button. "Good... very good, Lombardi..." His voice rang again.

Falco could feel a strong sense of urgency, he tried to escape Wolf's grasp, but somehow the man was impossibly strong. He felt like a puppet on a string, and he was being guided toward something. It seemed to take ages until the elevator door opened again, Falco's jaw fell open:

Fox lay on the bed directly in front of the opening doors, maybe fifteen feet into the room across a set of crimson colored sheets. He was missing his jacket and his boots, lying shirtless on his back, his legs dangling over the foot edge and his arms spread eagle across the mattress. His chest rising and then falling slowly, succinctly as Falco approached. His hand reached out, finding for the first time that it wasn't being held by Wolf; he suddenly was unsure how he was led up here or why Fox was here for that matter.

"Fox..." He let out a soft whisper as his hand touched his torso. Fox's belly tightened and then pressed into Falco's fingers touched it and Fox sat up. It was like electricity running through the feather tipped digits on the bird's hand that made his body react the way it did. At least it had to be the reason; he'd never take advantage of Fox like this, it just...wasn't like him...

Fox leaned in closer, nuzzling the bird's beak as his hands began to explore his toned physique, sensually embracing him as he did so. "Falco..." Fox said, meeting Falco's eyes. His voice seemed to feel out of sync with the movement of his lips. "Falco, just give into him. Wolf knows what he's doing, it feels so good; he feels so good... let him think for you, Falco." Fox smelled good, Falco took a deep breath and held the vulpine against him. What the fuck was he doing now? He couldn't control himself, but somehow he thought: "I want more... Must have more..." Fox's eyes shined more obviously and caught the bird's attention, his green orbits flashing with that red color again, which only further drew him in. "Damn those eyes, damn those..." Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a more urgent need and with a forceful shove, he pushed Fox onto his back again and with lightning quick reflexes, he grabbed the buckle of his belt, pulled it apart, and then sank his hands into Fox's waistband, grabbing it and parting his pants as he pulled them down in one singular, brash motion so that his flesh would fly out to greet him.

Falco's tongue wrapped around Fox's shaft and it pulled it into his mouth. He'd never tasted Fox before, and found it had a strange sweetness to it. The strings of precum vanished in the wash of Falco's saliva and he dove his head straight down, burying the bone into his throat without even a second thought. The taste was a rush, it made Falco's tailfeathers fan slightly, and he grasped Fox's shaft firmly, sending his mouth down and back up again even faster, coating it with his spit as he went across every inch, swallowing it down each time and making Fox's hips buck up again and again as he covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow. Falco had gone to autopilot by this point, blissfully ignoring the excessively pressing bulge in the front of his pants as he made his tongue familiar with every nook, cranny and precum dripping curve of Fox's cock. He could feel Fox's hands against the back of his head, he could hear his howls of pleasure as he coated everything now from his balls to his tip, dragging Fox's pants lower and lower until they finally dropped off his feet and fell to the floor.

"Why not make yourself more comfortable, Falco?" He could hear Wolf's voice speak to him and he felt compelled to take his clothes off, which he did at first by removing his boots before Fox responded in the same manner he'd just done by grabbing at his pants, pulling them down so he too stood without anything on below the waist. Fox's ravenous mouth then wrapped around his own cock and began to suck on the flesh hungrily.

Falco gasped and moaned at the touch, his face growing warm as the blood began to flood to his cheeks. Fox had rolled over on the bed and was lying prone below his shoulders, the only thing that seemed to be active was his tail, which swayed back and forth like a metronome. The sounds of wet slurps and licks filled Falco's ears and he unconsciously stepped out of his pants, but why was he doing this? How was this possible? His mind was trying to push thoughts and doubts to him, but they would suddenly blank out before he could act on them he just knew that all he wanted now was this moment. He rolled his eyes back and groaned.

A hand on Falco's shoulder didn't distract him, even though it came so suddenly, Falco only regarded it as Wolf stepped up side by side with him. "Why not have a seat, Falco?" He spoke in an echoed voice that sounded like they were standing in an auditorium. Compelled, Falco seated himself on the bed beside Fox, who returned to sucking on his cock with a more intense speed. Falco curled his feet and leaned back to enjoy the sensation now vibrating through his entire body. "Do you like that?" Wolf's voice again compelled him, this time to speak.

"Yes..." He spoke automatically as he watched Fox devour his meat.

Wolf stepped in behind Fox, dragging his thick meat across the man's ass. "He enjoys this, you know. The control, or the loss of it anyway. I suspect you are the same, aren't you, Falco?" Falco couldn't speak, he only looked at the Wolf as he teased the fox's ass with his shaft. Wolf hummed a growl and began to grind himself against it. "Of course it is." He replied with no answer and then thrust himself hard and deep into Fox's ass.

Fox choked down a howl of pleasure as Wolf buried himself deep inside. But Fox promptly closed his mouth and whimpered around Falco's cock, wetly slurping at it as he wiggled his ass and moved it backward into the hips of O'Donnell, who began to grate his claws generously deep into the fox's fur as he let out a satisfied moan, the sound of his hips slapping against Fox's ass now dully filling the room. "Nnn--you see Lombardi? We're not so different, you and I. We both have a taste of Fox caught in our minds, but there is so much more than we can do about it--"

"Wh-what...are...?" Falco started to speak, and he moved his hand to his head, but Wolf stopped him with a gesture.

"Ah-ah! You are moving ahead rather quickly aren't you?" He asked as he waved his hand with the ring on it, allowing Falco's eye to catch the glimmer and again fall into his trance. "You want him, don't you? Why not claim him with me then?" His hand came to a rest under his chin, and again, Falco's eyes seemed lost to the ring's red glow. Falco's mouth almost fell into a slack, but instead he became more zombie-like with a transfixed stare into the red of Wolf's ring.

Wordless, Falco reached out and grabbed Fox's hips and pulled him from his shaft, Fox gently moved forward with Falco's grasp and Wolf moved in right behind. Wolf could feel the heated flesh of Falco's cock press against his own, both were moistened by the precum dripping from Fox that Wolf was pulsing out all at once. It was tight at first, but Falco's mindless insistence helped to press Wolf's cock back so that both could fit in Fox's tiny space. Fox gasped and gripped Falco's collarbone so hard that he could almost feel it snap under the pressure. Falco reached underneath Fox's ass this time, and helped spread his cheeks apart and he settled under his suspended backside alongside Wolf, whose hands joined with the bird's as Fox sank down between the two of them. Automatically, Falco pumped upward, grinding hard against Wolf's shaft as the two of them then worked together to penetrate him at once.

"Nnnhh... y-yes!" Fox moaned, his legs spreading some to accommodate. "P-please... fuck me. I need it, I want it!" He gasped and put his hands firmly on Wolf's chest as he turned a bit more to face him. "Yes...!"

Wolf growled, between the hard shaft from the bird and the cushy-yet-tight space of the fox's ass, he was promptly getting close to the edge. His tail flipped and he bit his lip as together he and Falco worked to push Fox aloft again, then back down once more until they began to work up a rhythm. Wolf's chest puffed out; and he let his breath out in slow, huffing pulses. Fox may be under Wolf's control, but he still had more control of himself than Falco did at this time who was only instinctively fucking Fox. After a time, he gave off a stuttering grunt and exhaled; a quick flood of cum began to shoot deep into Fox, coating Wolf's shaft in its explosion. This prompted a chain reaction that caused Fox to begin his climax as well. He rolled his shoulders back and let out a deep growl before heavy streams of cum began to eject from his cock like a firehose, coating his chest with the fluid and even splashing a good bit onto Wolf's snout. This sudden smell of sex, the feeling of both of their cocks firing off at the same time only brought his orgasm to the very brink and with a growl which erupted into a howl of passion, he too began to cum deep into Fox's ass and all over Falco's cock. The canid and vulpus both matching a chorus while Falco dully continued to hump into him. It was the ultimate moment for Wolf, who managed to strike two birds--or at least one bird with one stone. And as the dummy fell back onto the bed, still erect and occasionally sending a wave of cum down his shaft, Wolf grinned in glee at his victory over that bird.

***

"Falco? Falco! Do you read me?"

Falco's head was spinning as he woke up and realized he was in his ship headed toward the last known location of the Great Fox. He sat up abruptly, then grabbed his head. "Wh-what...happened?" He asked aloud.

Peppy flashed onto the screen, looking irritable as any rabbit that's blown a gasket. "That's what I'd like to know! You leave for three days and don't respond when you're coming back, what is the matter with you?"

"Three...days?" He asked in confusion. "I don't get it, I was supposed to--" He paused. "I--I was..."

"Was what? Spit it out, will ya?"

Just as Falco was trying to figure it out, a second screen opened with Wolf's face staring at him, a red glow acting as a halo to the video that captured Falco's eyes again. "You will remember nothing." Wolf said, his voice again echoing in Falco's mind. "Fox will return soon, and you both will return to me only when I call for it. Do not go hunting for me, and you...you will go back to your normal disdain of Fox McCloud. He is mine unless I have need for a toy as useful as you. Do you understand?"

Falco could not look away from the screen. "I understand..." He replied instantly.

"Understand what?"

The screen went dark and instantly, Falco snapped out of his trance. "I--uh...what was that?"

"You said "I understand." Peppy repeated. "What do you mean?"

"I--erm... I understand that you've been worried about Fox. He's fine and he sent me back. He should be home soon."

"Any idea where he went off to after he met Wolf?"

Falco shook his head. "Meh. Don't know, don't care." He said. "I'll be home within the hour it looks like, we'll talk when I get home. Lombardi out."

THE END