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"The Domino Effect"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Justacritic

Fox, Peppy, and Slippy couldn't believe what they were seeing. Falco was on the screen, blindfolded and tied. His clothes had been torn apart and his body presented signs of a fight--one that he lost. It had been a week since they lost contact with their friend, and judging by his wounds, that footage was from the moment he was captured. Fox gnashed his fangs and clenched his fists after catching a glimpse of a wolf tail in the background.

"Clock's ticking," an unknown voice said and the footage ended.

None of them knew what to say. That situation was completely new for them. But Fox didn't wait for a reply from his friends. The only thing he knew was that Falco was in danger and he had to rescue him. He heard Slippy panicking and Peppy urging him to wait so they could come up with a plan, but there was no way he would sit there and do nothing while that fucking wolf tortured his friend.

It was the first time Fox experienced a blood thirst like that.

Fox was flying over a giant abandoned complex outside the city limits. Those were the coordinates sent by Peppy. Attired in his iconic grey jumpsuit and silver jacket with the patch of the Star Fox team on the left sleeve, he inspected the surroundings in search of another ship.

"Are you sure this is the right place, Peppy?" He asked through the radio on his ear.

"Yes. I tracked the signal to that location. The video also shows discontinued lab equipment; after a quick search, I was able to track it to that prison in particular. It closed 10 years ago after an incident with a dangerous toxin, and other buildings around began to close after that. Apparently, they were conducting illegal experiments on the inmates. Talk about a domino effect."

Fox landed in the ruins of what was the parking lot, where rusted and dismantled vehicles and ships still waited for their owners. A foul odor reigned the air and forced him to cover his nose with his arm as he walked towards the entrance. The prison had become, like all the other buildings around, a vandalized canvas and night refuge for the homeless. While he didn't expect to find an immediate threat, Fox advanced with his blaster in his right hand so any stranger knew not to mess with him.

Pieces of glass crunched under the weight of his metallic boots as he crossed the threshold and walked into what once was a security booth. There were signs of recent activity in the shape of footprints and two dragging marks that hadn't been covered completely by dust.

"I can't find a map of the complex," Peppy said through the radio. "The signal's weak, so it must come from an underground level, and I can't track it anymore. Be careful, Fox. And if you perceive a strange smell, leave immediately. I'm not sure if they disposed of all the chemicals and drugs developed there."

"I'll be quick. If I don't get in touch in an hour, come here immediately."

The smell inside was tolerable. Fox made his way through the first ground level following the trail that started at the entrance, with his blaster ready on his right hand and a lantern illuminating his path on the left one. It took him some minutes to reach the emergency stairs leading to the underground levels. The path ended at the elevator next to the stairs, but it wasn't working, something that didn't surprise him. A quick look at what was left of a directory revealed there were three levels, not exactly an easy search. But he was determined to find his friend.

He descended several sets of stairs before reaching the door leading to the first level, although he was disappointed to find nothing but offices and meeting rooms.

The second level was more promising. From the moment he crossed the door, Fox's ears twitched when they perceived the weak buzz from the still-working fluorescent lamps. According to the directory, that was where the R&D team worked, and probably where Falco was being held captive. He advanced through a labyrinth of hallways, following the lamps that appeared on his path--he knew those were leading him into a trap, but Fox had no other choice but to move forward and be ready. With no communication coming in or out, he took off the radio from his ear to get a better vision. His fluffy tail remained up as he moved slowly, being careful not to step over anything that could give his position away.

As he moved forward, a peculiar smell became more notorious too. He perceived it since he walked in but his mind discarded the idea immediately. However, it was now too obvious to ignore it. The air reeked of sweat and sex. His nose wrinkled by its intensity, revealing that whatever happened there, it happened recently. Fox struggled not to think of the most obvious answer, as it only fueled his rage even more. The fur from his nape bristled as he lost his temper, now more determined to punish them.

By sheer instinct, Fox followed the musk into a small room. There, he found the remnants of what looked like an operating room. The only working light blinked at irregular intervals. In the middle was a stretcher, and over it were a pair of stockings and gloves made of black latex, and a small remote with a sticker that said: "Play me". The smell there was almost intoxicating, enough for Fox to feel dizzy for a moment. It was clear what happened there, and when he took the remote, his heart begged for a trap and not what he was thinking.

A huge screen mounted in the wall turned on, and Fox had a perfect view of a naked and bound Falco. His green eyes were tired and had a fearful look. From his beak hanged a string of saliva--he really begged it was saliva. He appeared wearing the latex garnets from the table. A silver spreader bar kept his legs open, and his wrists were tied to the roof. His body was visibly weak, with his legs trembling and the loud breathing audible from there. His cock, however, was hard as a rock, with some pre dripping from it. Fox turned away briefly, feeling he was somehow abusing his friend by looking at him in that condition. But he looked back seconds later.

The screen flickered. Nothing happened for a moment. But seconds later, a chameleon appeared on the screen. Leon, naked and erect, just like Falco, approached the avian with a black crop on his right hand. His slender figure moved slowly, making no sound as he walked around his friend. The tip of his long tail moved so close to the blue bird, but never touched it. His golden eyes stared straight at the camera, and his mocking smile was directed at Fox.

The screen flickered again. Leon ran his long tongue over his lips in a teasing way. When he placed the tip of the crop against Falco's chest, the blue bird jumped and whimpered immediately. Leon moved it down in a tortuous way, getting Falco to react more and more desperately as it reached his crotch and sneaked under his balls. Then, he put it away.

"Fox, Fox, Fox. If you're watching this, I'm afraid that you are very late," he rested his left hand over Falco's shoulder, hugging him. The bird tried desperately to get away from him. "We left! But don't worry. Your blue friend over here is fine," Leon made a pause to lick Falco's cheek. His sadistic expression reflected how much he was enjoying the moment. "Well, as far as it goes."

The footage changed abruptly. On the screen, Falco appeared unconscious with a gas mask on his face connected to a strange machine. He still had his clothes--not for long, as Leon began to cut them to reveal his naked body. From there the video jumped to both males completely naked, with Leon rubbing himself against Falco. Blue against green. Falco started to wake up, and the screen changed right after he noticed Leon was on top of him.

Back to Falco tied. Leon was behind him putting a leather cap with a visor on top of his head, covering his eyes and ears. Fox caught a glimpse of a defeated and resigned expression. His body also looked dirtier, with a transparent substance slowly dripping from his crotch and his blue fur soggy from his sweat.

"You probably are aware of the rivalry between me and Falco," he continued speaking as he adjusted the cap. "Well, I woke up one morning and thought it was time to put an end to it once and for all. Capturing him was easier than I thought, although he gave a good fight before that happened. But that didn't mean I won, right?"

Another cut. It was a direct close-up of Falco's shaft wearing a cock ring. A white device was rubbing the tip of his member. Fox heard it vibrating at full speed as Falco's moans became more and more intense. The screen flickered again. The bird's face appeared for a moment and Fox had a good look at his angry and desperate expression.

Back to Falco and Leon. The chameleon was writing something on his friend's chest. He stopped only to look at the camera.

"I must say, Fox, you trained him well. He resisted all sorts of tortures. And I wanna thank you for that. Because I enjoyed every second of it," the sincerity from those words froze Fox's blood.

The screen flickered again. Then, another cut. Leon appeared pushing small, white egg-looking devices inside Falco's ass. They were all covered in lubricant and vibrating as the slender fingers pushed them in the same slow and tortuous way as before. It was dirty to look at it, with Falco's ass and Leon's hands covered in that substance. But for some reason, Fox didn't dare to look away from the screen.

The next cut showed Wolf O'Donnell fucking Falco doggy style. Unlike his clothes, the trimmed grey fur didn't hide his huge muscles. He was sweating over his friend as he thrust hard and fast. In his struggle, Falco's moans were replaced with loud huffs and grunts. His face reflected the struggle he was going through.

"Pretend all you want, slut, but your ass is clenching to my cock so hard I'm about to cum again," the wolf mocked him. As a way to remark on his words, he gave him a loud spank.

Another cut. Fox had a good view of Falco's ass as he started to push the same eggs Leon put before. One... two... three eggs came out. Fox realized, much to his disgust, that Falco had the eggs inside when Wolf was fucking him.

"Fucking hell, look at him go," Wolf said.

The camera moved to Falco's face, covered in cum. He looked exhausted and humiliated. But under all of that, a small smile was slowly growing. Before it could appear completely, the camera went back down to show Leon putting the eggs back... only for Falco to push them out seconds later. The screen flickered again as Leon repeated that action.

"Are you gonna fuck him now?" Wolf asked.

"Not yet. He's not ready," Leon replied.

Fox watched as the chameleon delighted himself with the eggs coming in and out. He was disgusted and angry. But he continued watching, as he couldn't deny there was something strangely alluring about that. In and out. It felt almost hypnotic. The old screen flickered again.

Back to Falco and Leon. Falco looked so tired. He was hanging most of his weight--if not all--in the chains holding him from the roof. Leon continued writing on the bird's body, but he managed to read some of the words. SLUT. COCK SUCKER. FUCK ME. He also had a counter of what Fox assumed were the times he was fucked written on his left shoulder.

"You trained him too well. He resisted for soooo long."

What followed were a bunch of clips put in quick succession. Falco sucking Leon's cock. A gas mask forced him to inhale a strange gas. Wolf fucking him in different positions. Leon injecting a green liquid into Falco's arm. A horse-inspired dildo being pushed deep inside him. Falco's cock being teased with a fleshlight. Leon pulling his nipples. And more. Many, many more. Between each clip, Leon inserted Falco's expression to show his evolution. The proud and strong avian appeared strong and determined at first, but as the clips continued, his expression went through fear, pain, resignation, exhaustion, and then... enjoyment. Pure and absolute pleasure from being used over and over again.

Colors and words flashed during the clips, images the Fox didn't notice. His focus was somewhere else. It was embarrassing to admit how attracted he was feeling over the things done to Falco. His moans. His expressions. How hot his sweaty body looked. For a moment, he forgot why he was there. And as the clip continued, with the colors and words flashing, Fox wanted more and more to be the one doing that to Falco. Fuck him. Breed him. Torture him. An invisible force pulled his hand to reach for the huge bulge that had appeared on his jumpsuit, in which a small stain of pre was already visible. The clip went faster and faster until the images got blurry, and it pulled Fox closer and closer to the screen...

The sound of his blaster falling to the ground pulled him back to reality. Fox startled and looked around, breathing quickly. For an instant he couldn't remember where he was. The image on the screen reminded him of his mission. He was silently writing more words on the bird's body. When he finished, he stood up and gave Fox a moment to admire his work. From all the things Leon wrote, there was one that he couldn't ignore: a checklist with Falco's name already crossed, and below it was written "Fox", "Peppy", "Slippy". It was clear Leon wasn't done yet.

"You must be proud, Fox. Your friend fought hard. But at the end," Leon paused so he could get the leather cap off Falco's head, revealing the zonked look in his eyes, "he couldn't beat me."

Leon moved his hand down to Falco's cock to jerk him off. The broken bird began to moan and squirm at his touch. His proud attitude had been replaced by the needy and eager behavior of a slut.

"Who's my horny sex toy?" Leon asked.

"I am! I am!" Falco answered without thinking.

"Yes, you are. Now, let me hear what we practiced. I wanna hear it loud and clear, slut."

"I am a useless pilot and fighter. I was easily beaten by a superior opponent and I'm no longer interested in being part of the Star Fox team. From now on, I swore loyalty to Wolf O'Donnell and his team," his declaration had a certain tone of pride on it, one that hurt Fox.

"What else, toy?" Leon whispered as he squeezed Falco's cock.

"I am grateful to be Leon Powalski's personal sex toy," Falco added between moans. "I wanna be used by him every day!"

"Good boy. Good boy."

And with that said, Leon jerked him off as fast as he could, getting his hand completely covered in pre in a matter of seconds. Falco looked so happy and grateful for the attention his cock was finally receiving and it took him less than 30 seconds to reach his climax, one that he had been waiting for so long. His entire body convulsed violently as a huge load came out of his cock. His orgasm got so intense that he actually reached the camera with one of his shoots, partially covering the lens. Fox only heard him moan as the image got distorted by the sticky liquid. And when he finally ended, his moans became loud huffs.

"Well done, boy. You deserved it," Leon praised him. "Godspeed, McCloud."

The screen cut to black, and Fox was left alone again, hearing the flickering of the lamp above his head. He couldn't believe what he had seen. His blood started boiling again with anger. Now more than ever he wanted to find those bastards and make them pay. And he wanted to find Falco--and do the same things to him...

Fox shook his head and picked up his blaster. There was a door at the end of the room, hidden behind some file cabinets. As he entered another test room, the similarities with the footage became too obvious and he realized that's where they held Falco. The smell of sweat, sex, and lubricant reached its peak there. In the ground were the spreader and the leather cap from the video--he picked it up to find inside a visor still working and displaying words and images in quick succession.

There was something else in the ground. A rubber thong. His hand trembled as it reached for it. The material was still warm. Fox curiously brought it up to his nose and perceived Falco's scent on it--along with something else that he couldn't identify. The musk bristled the fur from his nape as it filled his lungs.

Fox threw it to the ground and left the building to get in touch with Peppy and continue his search, unaware of the trigger Leon implanted through his video. And all of it after the fox smelled something he shouldn't. All the chameleon needed now was to wait for the other pieces to fall. Talk about a domino effect.