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From Hot-Shot to Sex-Pot

Part 3

For Anonymous

By Draconicon

Falco forced themselves to stop looking in the mirror and leave their quarters. Just saying 'they' helped the pheasant; not expecting to look down and see a dick took some of the pressure off their mind, and it meant that there was less of the oddly agonizing humiliation when there wasn't one to be seen. Keeping to 'they' kept some of the discomfort and oddness of their new body at bay, and that was what they needed more than anything at that point.

Of course, walking naked down the hallways of the Great Fox wasn't that much better. Every step that they took reminded them of the 'sway' that happened with their new hips, and their fatter ass. The feeling of their cheeks grinding together under their tail-feathers sent shivers down their spine, and the need to just...touch...

Falco kept their hands to their sides, shaking their head as they kept walking. Click, click, click went their talons as they walked down the metal passageways, glad that there was no chance of running into Slippy or Peppy. The mockery that would come from either of them if they saw what had happened was too much for Falco to bear. The humiliation would be immense.

No, no, just...keep walking. Get clean. Get rid of that...smell...

Leon's scent clung to their feathers, each breath a reminder of what they had gone through just an hour ago. The feeling of it on their ass, between their legs, along their beak, constantly assaulted their mind and made them think back to the feeling of being on their hands and knees.

How good it felt to be used.

How good it felt to be broken.

How good it felt to submit.

Falco clicked their beak as they took the elevator down, arms crossed over their chest as they felt the soft breeze of the ship's air conditioner blowing through the tube. It caressed their sex, making their clit feel stiffer than usual, and they shook their head as they brought their thighs closer together. Better than nothing, but it just made it more sensitive in some ways. They just couldn't catch a break.

The elevator stopped on the chosen floor, and Falco stepped out. They walked down the hall, turned in towards the ship gym, and passed through it to get to the showers at the back. They turned the first nozzle to the hottest water they could stand and jumped under it, tilting their head back and letting the water run through their feathers.

It was good.

Falco sighed, leaning forward after their face was soaked, drenched. The leftover remnants of Leon's seed rolled off their beak, dripping down to the shower drain just below, and they stepped closer to the wall, leaning against it as the water ran down their back. They spread their tail-feathers, letting it clean them from behind.

I'm not broken. I'm not.

Even if their pussy clenched from time to time, it didn't mean that this felt better to them than their usual body did. It wasn't a relief to be taken down a peg, nor did it feel better to be less than they had been.

I'm not less. I'm still me. I'm still Falco Lombardi...

But other than a hot-shot pilot, what was Falco?

The pheasant had never had to confront that thought before, and it was not a comfortable time to do it now. The very idea of trying to define themselves against anything that wasn't their job in space or their success in the bedroom was harder than they thought. Just trying to come up with something that wasn't being a flirt or being a little asshole...

Were they that bad?

They hadn't thought they were, but their head was spinning now. Not helped by all the confusion coming up from between their legs, either. That new pussy was clenching every few minutes, reminding them that it was there rather than their cock, and it was not at all happy about being ignored. The occasional clenches that brought some moisture running down their thighs didn't help.

"Ugh...fuck..."

Falco ground their beak against the wall tiles, occasionally thumping their fist against it, too. The sheer indignity of this whole situation didn't make things any better; it just made it worse.

And the scent...

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

And yet, they had been so happy to fall to their knees in Leon's penthouse. The idea of thrusting their ass back, spreading and fanning their tail-feathers to show off their pucker and pussy...letting their rival use it and bring them down to earth with a crashing thud, humiliated beyond measure...

Thump, thump, thump. Falco bumped their head against the wall repeatedly, trying to nudge those thoughts away. They kept coming, determinedly trying to break through their attempts to think of something else, anything else. The pheasant sighed, taking some of the bottles of goo on the sides of the shower nozzle to start cleaning themselves off the rest of the way.

It was not that hard to clean their face, or to work their fingers into their shoulders and chest. There wasn't much new there, though they were aware of the fact that everything was...smaller, at least along the muscular side of things. It was embarrassing, a reminder of lost status, but that wasn't so bad.

No, the hard part was when they reached their hips and started working around that. Not only were their hips larger, but reaching around, going back? That brought their hands down to a fatter ass than they wanted to think about. A shiver ran down their backs as they thought of what might have happened if their boss was less of a good person, and what Fox might do if he saw that sort of...junk in the trunk, for lack of a better phrase.

Falco's cheeks burned hotter, and their pussy clenched hard at the thought. A deep groan escaped them, and they leaned forward again, huffing as their inner walls pulled tight, trying to squeeze down on something that wasn't there.

Not...helping...

Huffing through clenched beak, the pheasant slowly forced themselves back from that thought. Fox hadn't done anything to them and wouldn't do anything to them. The commander of the team was better than that. Wasn't the sort to start taking advantage of some poor bird that didn't know any better. That wasn't how Fox worked.

Even if it would be -

Smack!

Falco slapped themselves, and immediately regretted it. The impact sound spread down the hall, and he knew that anyone that was in the gym could have heard that. Shaking their head, they went back to cleaning, rubbing their fingers along their rump and just trying to keep touch and jiggle to a minimum. They were only marginally successful at it.

And more to the point, they knew what they were trying to ignore. As much as they had washed most of the pheromones from Leon off their face and back and chest, as much as they had washed away his touch from their ass, there was still the obvious thing. While Leon hadn't cum in them, there was the feeling of his hands, his cock down there, and that...that was not helping the pheasant pull himself together. He had to at least try and wash that away, even if it was uncomfortable.

No, not uncomfortable, just...

Tempting? Yes, that was a hell of a lot closer. The idea of what they might do if they were washing that thing kept coming to mind. What if they liked it? What if they reached down and touched it and felt like they wanted to keep it? The mirror incident had been bad enough; what if they touched it and wanted more than just...

Falco clicked their beak in annoyance. There had to be some way around that, but they were so far out of it that nothing was coming to mind. The only thing that they could think of was to ask someone for help, and they were sure as hell not going to ask Fox for that. What little respect that the commander still had for them would go right down the drain if they asked for that sort of aid. They needed to do this themselves, and that...that just had to happen. That was it.

So, Falco leaned back from the faucet a little, letting the water run down their chest. They spread their legs, and forced themselves to look down. The lack of dick was bad enough, but the feeling of the water running over their clit wasn't making them feel better. They were getting more and more needy from it, and the pheasant's jaw ached as they clenched it tighter.

Hand still shaking, they reached down and started dabbing away at their sex. The feeling of something rubbing down there immediately sent their thoughts back to Leon's penthouse and what it felt like to be touched by him. No matter how they shook their head and fought it, the pleasure was already there, and the need was growing. Growing fast, too.

"Ah...ah..." Falco huffed, trying to just rub around rather than in. "Just...just gotta get clean...then I can stop...then I can stop."

Even if their body really didn't want to stop at that point. As a matter of fact, their body wanted to do anything but stop. It wanted to get more, to spread their legs and show off for anyone that happened to come by. It was almost like a heat burning inside, and Falco wasn't entirely convinced that it wasn't. The vial that Leon had used had never been fully explained, and he would just bet that the chameleon was waiting for them to break and come running back.

Don't break...don't make it worse...just keep trying...keep trying...

They managed to keep their fingers to the outer parts of their new vagina, but even that was more than slightly stimulating. They huffed and grunted, gasped and whimpered, but they were able to clean up the last of the naughty feeling down there. Yet, at the same time...

Going to be here for a while...going to be here for a long while.

Falco could feel the goo from their pussy running down their thighs. Slick and just a hint slimy, there was no way that they would be able to hide that walking back to their quarters. Better to stay here until it stopped flowing. Falco was pretty sure that Fox wouldn't mind that. The showers were a public area, sure, but they were all good with sharing it.

Usually.

Falco was just starting to calm down when the shower door slid open. They turned to look over their shoulder to see Fox walking in, naked as well, and...well, the fact that he was soft helped, but the sight of that cock did not.

The pheasant was able to hide the immediate clench that his lower regions went through, as well as the screaming need that came from seeing a cock in the room, but it was a close thing. Fox hesitated before making his way across the room, taking the spigot that was to Falco's immediate right. As he stood there, turning on the water, Falco closed their eyes and turned their attention to the wall in front of them.

"You okay?" Fox asked.

"No."

"...Anything -"

"For the love of fuck, don't ask that." Falco said, shaking their head. "If you ask me that, I gotta think about it, and if I think about it, I'm going to ask for something really stupid. So, don't ask. Don't fucking ask..."

The last thing that they needed was for Fox to 'help' them with the heat building between their legs. It was just the tiniest scrap of dignity that they had left - that they hadn't begged anyone to use them, that it had just happened - and if they lost that, Falco wasn't sure that they would be able to recover.

Fox, thankfully, dropped it. They showered together in silence, though Falco's imagination wouldn't leave him alone.

How big is he? Does he feel better than Leon? What if he was able to fuck me hard enough to make me forget about that stupid chameleon?

As much as it was a temptation, Falco was all but sure that it wouldn't be that easy. Much as he hated Leon with a burning passion, he knew that the chameleon was smarter than he let on. There was something to that asshole that always had a second plot going, a new plan that would keep someone from getting out of the first trap so easily. If it was just - god, just? - being turned into a half-female, then perhaps there might have been something else that Falco could have done, but they were sure that something else was brewing.

"Actually..." Falco shook their head. "Fuck it, I can't believe I'm asking this, but I'm desperate."

"What is it, man?"

"You know that, uh, thing that you have? That one from the Academy that you and Bill used to use?"

"...Oh, man, you - you're not serious."

"I need something, Fox. I need something or I'm gonna go crazy."

"...Yeah, I - yeah, I got that. I'll bring it to your room later. Later, not now. That okay?"

"Better than nothing."

Falco closed their eyes and focused on the falling water. If nothing else, the heat raining down on them helped them feel better, easing their sore muscles and taking away what was left of Leon's scent. It wasn't much, but it was something.

And at least they hadn't fallen to their knees to get a closer look at Fox's cock. That would have been impossible to come back from, and they doubted that Fox would have ever let them into an Arwing cockpit after that. Too much of a risk of being corrupted and converted, and too much a danger to the team.

Aren't you a danger, anyway?

The pheasant wanted to think that they weren't, but when they thought of Leon, it was all but impossible to imagine actually hurting that man. The chameleon's sex appeal burned through their imagination, and the pheasant was forced to stop thinking of him. No more of that. No more of that.

Just shower, then try the thing. Hopefully that would help.

#

Fox came by later, knocking on the door and leaving without a word. Falco opened it to find the dildo waiting on the floor, and they picked it up with more than a hint of trepidation before stepping back into the room.

Okay, okay...it's just...just using this to get off. Get rid of some of the heat and need. Nothing bad about that. We can just...just do this, and then it'll be done. That's all.

Even if that went against everything that they had ever done sexually in their life. They had always been a top, always been the one fucking someone else, never letting someone else fuck them until -

Not thinking of that.

They laid down on the bed. After the shower, they still hadn't bothered to get dressed again, choosing instead to just stay naked while waiting for the toy. They fell backwards, spreading their legs, trying not to think about just what they were about to do.

All you have to do is put it inside.

Inside.

Spreading them.

Forcing them wide.

Falco groaned under their breath, grinding the back of their head against the pillow as they imagined just how much of an irreversible step this was. Once they did this, they couldn't go back. Leon might have taken their virginity, but this was the first time that they were actually trying to get off as a woman. That couldn't just be forgotten. It would never not be that case again. And...and...

Fuck...just do it before you drive yourself crazy.

Falco pushed the dildo down, the tapered tip slowly pushing past their pussy lips and sliding inside. It was gentler than Leon's cock by some way, but in an odd sense, that almost made it less good.

No, no, don't think that. Just put it in. Put it in and make it go deeper. Just a little bit more, and then it'll start feeling good. It's gotta feel good. Gotta...gotta make it better...

Falco took their time, huffing and grunting as they worked that dildo in and out. Each time they pushed it in, they were more aware than ever of just how much of a difference there was between a real cock and a fake one. They'd always thought that it wasn't that much of a difference, maybe just a little bit of heat, but this thing compared to Leon? It wasn't even a contest. Leon wasn't just bigger, but there was a force and a heat to everything that he did despite being cold-blooded. There was a way that the other man changed the angles, shifted things up, made it clear that the bird was the bitch and nothing more.

I don't...I don't want...

Or...did they? It was hard to think; the dildo wasn't doing nearly enough to satisfy, but it was stirring them up inside and making them more and more aroused with the constant treatment that they were getting. Falco rolled their head back against the pillow, beak falling open as they huffed and puffed. Their legs ached from the positions they had to take to get the dildo inside, and they knew that they needed something better.

They rolled over, cheeks burning all the hotter as they took the more embarrassing position of being on all fours. Head down, ass up -

Pussy up. Pussy up and thighs spread, dripping over the mattress, making every little thrust of the toy that much more potent. They moaned as they worked it in and out, in and out, each time feeling like it was going further, but never quite far enough. Hard as they tried, they couldn't get the same angle, force, and speed that had forced them over the edge before, and it wasn't enough to bump their clit with their palm rather than those scaly balls.

Mmmph. Stop thinking of him!

But that was an impossible demand. All that Falco could do was think of him. Whenever their thoughts lingered on the chameleon for more than a few seconds, they were pushed forward, getting more of the excitement that they needed. Their inner walls clenched down hard on the toy, giving them some hint of pleasure, some warmth, some greater need -

But then it would stop, failing, coming short. They moaned into the sheets, their free hand clenching at the blankets as the other pushed that dildo in and out, harder, faster, trying to get that little bit of extra stimulation that they needed. Their ass cheeks clapped from the rough use, and they even pushed back against the dildo, but it just wasn't enough.

"Nnngh...not...not fair...not fair..."

The pheasant was all but whimpering, trying to find that little magic touch that would take them over the edge and failing. The frustration was getting worse and worse, and the wetness and the heat was only making them feel more and more lightheaded. They couldn't think straight. They couldn't think at all.

In, out, in, out, going so fast that they were sure that any other male would have cum in them already, but it was like there was some sort of wall keeping them from cumming. Nothing worked. Nothing fucking worked.

And then...

Then they saw their jacket across the room, the hint of clothes that they had worn...something with a stain on them...

Not even sure what they were thinking, Falco shoved the dildo further between their legs and rolled off the bed, holding it there. They fumbled for their jacket, pulled it over, breathed in from the stain -

"MMMPH!"

The rich pheromones of chameleon cum were still there, and it hit them hard. Falco's eyes rolled back in their sockets, their toes curled, and their body shook from head to toe. Their inner walls clenched hard, sending the dildo squirting right out of them, hitting the floor as they fell to the ground.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

As they came, as they all but flooded the ground with their juices, they felt relieved. A little, at least, a little bit relieved that they had just gotten what they needed. Surely, that...that...

The need had stopped flaring for a few seconds, had even gone down a little, but no sooner had Falco started to feel satisfied than the heat surged again. Their inner walls clenched down on the empty space, and the bird almost wanted to cry. The impossible need was back, and it was hotter than ever.

"Not...fucking...fair..."

Leon had cheated, alright, and Falco knew how.

Pheromones. The rich scent that they'd been hit with during the drugging process had all but ripped their ability to cum on their own from their mind. Even if they were to get someone else to fuck them - and the idea was hotter than they wanted to admit - the pheasant's orgasms were on lockdown. There was no getting one without getting the help of the goddamn chameleon, and Leon would be pushing them harder and harder for that kind of favor. And from the feeling that they were getting between their legs, Falco was all but sure that the release that they wanted wasn't going to be the release that they would get. Not one that would make it all better, but the release that would make it better for a split second, and then get worse.

How...how...

Shaking their head, the pheasant forced themselves to their knees. It took so much effort, and the urge to take the wet clothes and just start fingering themselves to the smell was almost overpowering. Yet, Falco managed to hold on through that, instead grabbing for their communicator.

You son of a bitch...you son of a fucking bitch...

Some part deep down knew that they were giving in to Leon's plan for them. There was no getting around it, though; without that pleasure, without that release, Falco couldn't function. Maybe, just maybe if they went to a hospital, the doctors would be able to give them drugs that would take the edge off - or even cure the problem - but Leon was still out there, waiting. If that happened...

If the pheasant went public, they'd have to admit what happened. They'd have to talk about it. That would break the ceasefire, it would bring ruin to Fox's reputation, and that would fuck them all over. No, they had to take this privately, had to handle it without getting anything else fucked over.

They flicked through the communicator for Leon's channel, all but sure that the chameleon had probably plugged that in at some point. Sure enough, there it was. Falco tapped the button and held the communicator to his ear.

"About time, bird-brain. You find out the other little present I left you?"

"You are ruining my life. This wasn't part of the bet."

"You're the one that decided to go through with it. Heh. You need a little help?"

"..."

"I'm not going to make this easy for you, bird. Do you need a little help?"

"...Yes."

"That's what I thought. I'll be there shortly. Wait outside the ship. Naked."

"..."

"Say that you will, or I won't be there."

"...I'll wait outside the ship. Naked."

"Good little feather-slut. I'll be there soon."

#

Falco ended up waiting outside the Great Fox for a total of fifteen minutes for Leon to show up. There were no citizens or pilots that passed by, but the feeling of being utterly, totally exposed in the night air did nothing for the pheasant's libido. They were shivering, huffing, puffing, trying to keep their legs crossed to keep their pussy from being too obvious, and they weren't even sure that it worked. All they knew was that they were more wound up than ever by the time that Leon arrived.

The chameleon stopped in a hover-car twenty feet off from the gangplank. The passenger door opened, and Leon just smirked, patting the seat. Falco had no choice but to walk across the open space and sit down.

"Legs spread, bird."

"Mmmph..."

They did as they were told, exposing their feathery sex. Leon reached down and twisted his finger around the avian's clit, and the pleasure sent a shiver right up and down their spine.

"Mmmm, nice and needy. Such a good little slut."

"I didn't want this. You made me like this."

"Nah. The drug can't do that. Sure, it can mess with your head, make it so you can only cum from me...but I didn't make you like this. Nothing in that thing makes someone like it. Everything you're getting from it? That's something inside you. All I'm doing is taking advantage of it."

"You're lying."

"Whatever you want to tell yourself. But I'm telling you the truth; it's only going to get better for me from here on out."

Trying not to think of that, Falco looked out the window as Leon drove off. What was they doing? They knew that this was a trap, that this would make them worse, but at the same time, they couldn't think of an alternative. All they could do was go along with it and hope for the best.

"...Does this ever wear off?" Falco asked.

"It might, if you waited long enough," the chameleon admitted. "That said, it takes a month of no contact. A month of no orgasms. That'd take the edge off and let you cum on your own again, I guess."

"And the pussy?"

"Oh, that's permanent unless you go for treatment."

"..."

"You made the bet, bird-brain. And you followed through with it." Leon chuckled. "And I'm happy you did. I've always wanted a feathery slut for my pleasure."

"I hate you. I hate you so much."

"Even better. Hate sex has a certain spice to it, don't you think?"

Falco had no response to that.

They drove for another twenty minutes, eventually coming to a stop in a parking lot fifteen minutes away from Leon's penthouse. The chameleon stretched his arms overhead, leaning back against his seat with a small chuckle. Falco waited for whatever his rival wanted to say, keeping their head away from the other male, looking out the window. The seconds of silence ticked on, and bit by bit, it became ever more overwhelming.

The smell was getting stronger, too. They could tell that Leon hadn't taken the chance to clean up after their bit of fun, and the soft, musty smell that clung to the other pilot's scales was hard to ignore. Falco tried rubbing their beak repeatedly, but the scent just didn't go away. Worse, it was messing with their body again, making things more and more appealing, more and more...needy.

"Nnngh..."

"Heh, yes, bird-brain?"

"...What do you want?"

"What do I want? No, no. We both know what I want. The question this time is, what do you want? Because you're not getting it without begging this time around."

There it was. That was the trap. Falco hissed through their beak, looking out the window and debating getting out of the car right then and there. The only thing keeping them planted in place was the humiliation that would follow, the disgrace that would come if one of the Starfox team started walking across the city in the buff. All those eyes on them, all those people seeing what had happened to the second-best pilot on the team: it would be the greatest humiliation yet.

"So, if you want anything else, bird-brain, now's the time to ask."

Which meant admitting what they needed to the one person that they didn't want to admit it to. Falco's fingers rested on the car door, debating the humiliation of walking back to the Great Fox against the need that was already building between their legs. The walk would be much longer than the drive, and it was entirely possible that they would be grabbed, used - raped, that was what it would be, however consenting their body was - and then left in an alley for Fox to find. The humiliation would be inescapable, and yet, there was an appeal even to that.

Or...

Or, they could stay here, and admit what they needed, and cum their brains out for a night. Even now, even knowing that this was a trap, it was more arousing than they wanted to admit. Their pussy was all but juicing, dribbling between their legs, down to their ass, over the seat beneath them. It was a puddle that was absorbed and then pushed out again as they kept shifting their weight on the seat, huffing under their breath the whole time as they tried to fight themselves on their need.

The smell. The smell was making it worse, and Falco moved their hand to the button for window control. Their finger hovered right over it...

But they couldn't press it. The need was too strong, and their pussy too hot and empty, and Leon was right there. The memory of that climax back in their room and the multiple ones back at the penthouse were too powerful, too strong for them to deny, and eventually, the bird turned their head back to the chameleon.

"If I do this...it stays between us?"

"Of course," Leon said, smirking. "Well, us, and Wolf."

"..."

"He's the one that pays for all the toys that I pick up, bird-brain. He's going to find out what I used it for. But...that doesn't mean that he's going to tell anyone. He talks about it, that brings the ceasefire to an end, too. So, we're all going to keep it quiet...as long as you do what you're told. You get me?"

Oh, they understood. They understood all too well what was going on between them. Falco shook their head, slowly pulling their finger back from the control button.

"I...want your cock," they muttered. "I want you to...to use me...and make me cum again."

"That's what I wanted to hear, feather-head."

The sound of a zipper coming down was unmistakable, and Falco braced themselves for what was coming next. The musky smell of cock was already rising in the small car, getting stronger than it already was, and their head was spinning from the raw smell getting heavier, heavier, and heavier still. Their thoughts were slowing down and the fire between their legs was getting hotter and hotter.

"Turn around, bitch."

They did as they were told, looking down at the nine-incher between Leon's legs. It was so big, and their pussy clenched hard at the thought of that going inside them again. They needed it; they needed it worse than they realized. Their beak watered, their tongue hanging out slightly as their thoughts fogged away. The blush of embarrassment burned and darkened deeper to the flush of utter need.

"That's what I want to see," Leon said, patting his groin. "Now, get your head down there. I want you sucking me off the whole way back to the penthouse. If you pull off, I'm circling around and starting over, and you're not to touch that pussy of yours until I say. Understand me, bird?"

"I...I understand."

"Good. Now, get sucking."

The End

Summary: Falco tries to come to terms with their new body and improvised pronouns, but it's hard, harder than expected...and it might not work.

Tags: Intersex Male, I/M, Chameleon, Pheasant, Falco Lombardi, Falco, Leon, Leon Powalski, Fox McCloud, Fox, Starfox, Rule 34, Series, Post-Transformation, Post TF, Shower, Heat, Dildo, Musk, Orgasm, Cum, Squirt, Corruption,