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01:00 AM CORNERIA STANDARD TIME.

The red text read on the rec room's status display, the CRT type screens built on the center of the room's roof betraying how old the great fox really was, one of the few pieces of technology in the room that Slippy and Fox never bothered to update one way or another.

Underneath the big red text was a small scrolling message:

Current Location: Edge of Lylat, Current Status: on hold.

The sole occupant of the otherwise darkened room stared at it, the blue avian in a deep state of boredom.

True to the message, they were in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing but waiting; Command had hired them to investigate strange signals out in these parts, but this was Slip's sort of work, so after they put down some sensors everyone just settled down to... wait.

They were taking turns of course, which is why Falco was up so late (though he usually liked staying up late regardless) while others slept; Well, Slip was supposed to be up but the toad was passing time his own way, down in the hangars, doing tech stuff.

The avian pilot let out a long groan as he finally stopped staring at the glorified clock, hand-wing reaching for the remote and turning the TV, a proper flat screen one, back on, met once again with nothing but static.

Falco grumbled to himself, reaching down to scratch at his white briefs, all that he wore despite being in the rather public recreation room, itself a compromise as the bird would rather lounge about naked, but settled for underwear to avoid any trouble with the others; He was already planning on breaking decency rules by watching some pornos in the big screen, not that he expected to get caught with how certain he was none of his teammates would bother coming by so late.

The only problem was the lack of signal... Well, it was not the only problem, as he'd qualify having his secret stash of vids removed from the archives as a problem too, but not being able to even fall back on catching a transmission or other was certainly the bigger issue at the moment.

A day or two ago they were still in range that the avian managed to catch a wrestling match or two, or the grainy transmission of a local channel or two from nearby planets, but it had all since turned to static; No wrestling, no pornos, no soap operas, absolutely nothing to watch.

"At this rate, I'd settle for a cooking show..." the bird grumbles again, considering digging out that old video game console they had stowed away somewhere and figuring it all out despite it not being quite his thing.

But then, as he mindlessly pressed buttons on the remote while distracted, the static suddenly was over, replaced with some bopping electronica and the opening titles for something called...

"Bebop's kitchen"

The blue bird blinked his red-circled eyes twice before shaking his head in disbelief.

"I did not mean literally, but hell, I'll take it... Oh, I'll definitely take it" he says, tone becoming a bit more eager as the titles fade into a big studio kitchen, featuring a muscle gutted boar in a chef's hat, purple sunglasses, white top and a purple apron with the show's logo on it.

He was horny enough that just having a show with a sexy host was enough for him, at the least so he could build up fantasies for later, and the Boar was definitely attractive, as Falco quickly found he could not take his eyes away from the pig on the other side of the screen; The avian relaxing back into the rec room sofa and gently rubbing his bulge as he watched the host greet an unseen crowd before getting to work describing the recipe for the episode.

As his eyes followed the cook's movements, Falco missed the odd bit of text or whisper from the crowd, but he did note how weird the episode's name was.

"The daddy bird special... what?" It took the blue bird out of it for a tiny bit, and then the host, who had introduced himself as the titular bebop, walked away from the table and revealed he wore nothing below the waist other than the apron, ass shaking in a figurative hypnotic manner as he walked over to a table covered with a cloth.

"Oh, so it's this kind of show..." Falco thought to himself, lowering his guard even more, hand slowly reaching for the waistband of his briefs as the sight got him aroused.

His feather-fingers started pulling down at the band right as his cock twitched in arousal, a response to the cloth covered table being revealed to contain a naked Rhino, laying on his back with a big grin, covered in foodstuffs and ingredients, his own huge cock serving as a makeshift stand for a bread based pastry of some sort.

"Hmm, might as well be a twinkie... wonder why its called the..." Falco commented to himself as he took his shaft in hand and started to work it, only to struggle to remember the title of the episode, other than that it had the word 'bird' in it or something.

"Maybe I misread cock or something, heh" He continues, not even realizing he is talking out loud as he enjoys the show of the boar making out with the rhino, then moving to lick, eat and slurp food off the pachyderm's muscular body; The subliminal messaging that became more extreme as it went completely unnoticed by the bird as his libido and, frankly, weak mind were focused on the lewd acts in front of him.

"Eww, weird!" he said, but did not look away or stop as the Rhino started to sheepishly take some of the food covering his body and shoved it up the Boar's ass.

That unwashed, disgusting ass, such a horrible waste of food~~ The thought almost came to Falco, but was erased by a repeated subconscious command.

"DO NOT BE DISGUSTED - THIS IS NORMAL"

Falco's masturbation took a halting speed as his mind hitched, and then everything resumed after a few moments, in earnest.

"That's normal... Never done it but it's normal" The avian repeats to himself as the show continues and the boar continues to gorge himself on the food covering his mate.

Yes, that was his mate... another tidbit of info that found itself lodged into the avian's mind unquestioningly, albeit a minor one; Not that he knew, but that little bit of info was just a flair the boar and rhino insisted be included in the subliminal messaging and mind altering properties of the broadcast.

So taken with the show and its effects was Falco that he did not think for a second to question knowing the relationship of the two, or how he knew the Rhino's name now, it was just normal knowledge as far as he cared, much like he now knew for certain that unwashed asses where the norm, even if it still caused some disgust to well up in his throat.

But that disgust, it was a good thing, a very good thing, it would make it much easier for what was coming, even if he did not know what exactly that was.

He had since stopped masturbating as he focused on watching the Boar take the bread pastry in one big gulp-slurp, revealing the smegma-filthy dick of the pachyderm under it, another thing he sort of thought of as normal, though there was more resistance in his mind this time.

That little spark of fight continued just long enough for the boar on the TV to turn and face the camera, speaking jovially.

"Well, Folks and blue birds at home, now we get to the actual 'cooking' part of this recipe... ya'll know how feral birds feed their young right?" He spoke in a showy manner, gesticulating in an exaggerated way, earning back the focus of the pilot avian, spark smothered under the sheer commanding presence that seemed to accompany the images on screen; None of which was diminished as the rhino hungrily slurped his ass and had to be pushed back in a comedic manner.

Falco even nodded in response to the boar on the other side, as if he was there in the audience.

The boar turned back around and flicked the rhino's dick before continuing.

"Now, if my lovely baby bird here will give me some help..." With that he suddenly deep throated the pachyderm's nasty smegma and food covered dick, doing it deliberately wrong enough that he was soon vomiting nastily all over it.

Falco felt his own vomit well up in his throat as his masturbation resumed eagerly, the bird gagging and letting some fluid escape the sides of his beak as he watched the boar quickly hold back the tide and move himself up so that he was making out with the rhino, visibly vomiting down the pachyderm's mouth, the other's neck moving as he gulped it down, it all made even more obvious as they broke the kiss into a grotesque open mouth vomit trade.

The pilot bird did not notice, at first, that he too had started to heave and vomit all over his chest and specially his crotch, projectile vomiting all over his uncut dark blue dick even as his climax approached, his eyes still locked onto the screen as the two there reached their own climaxes.

He heaved again and covered his chest, crotch and the floor with the murky contents of his stomach, soon followed by thick ropes of cum that hit him right in the beak and fell on his messy chest, where he rubbed it in the mess as he watched the cooking show come to a sudden stop.

It had not ended, credits were not playing, but for Falco it had stopped, in its place was just a command disguised as a polite suggestion:

"Be a good daddy bird, feed your teammates the right way"

It was not in text or in voice, but the bird could see, and accept the command; It made sense to him now, that he was supposed to be the cook for the rest of the crew, and feed them like only a daddy bird could.

And then, the credits proper started, bringing Falco back to reality even as they presented him with their own not-so-subtle command.

"Be a good lil cook, and share the show with all your friends, family and teammates, specially since next episode will be all about the delicious nastiness that comes from the butt!"

Finally, it showed the logo for the show and then static.

Falco just sat back on the sofa, covered in his own disgusting mess, alone with his own thoughts, all of which were about how glorious it all felt, how right it was... and how to best get his teammates to enjoy the show too.

Deep down he knew they were all prudes, even before his awakening (read: brainwashing) he sort of knew that, so he had to be careful; Good thing they would be sticking around the edge of the Lylat system for a bit longer, that gave him time to arrange some private time with each one, starting with his fellow night-shifter Slippy.

But first, he had to clean up, or else they would complain and suspect something... Well, he still had time, stamina and plenty more vomit to empty out, he could get another quick fap out.

Retching over himself, he started masturbating again....

The next day

The rec room was spotless, not a sign of the gross fluids that flowed copiously last night remained... And Falco took perverse pleasure as he watched Peppy sit down exactly where he'd covered part of the sofa with vomit and cum; The bird had to hold back laughter and arousal, hands trembling at the sides of his flight suit as he resisted the urge to grope himself.

"~~~co!... Hey, Falco!"

The bird was snapped out of it by the insistent calls of Fox, the canine sniffing at the air around the bird, looking a bit weirded out.

"Any reason why you smell like shit, almost literally I add" The canine, with his sensitive nose, said and crossed his arms.

The avian fought back irritation, he forced himself to clean up last night, to avoid suspicion, as he knew he should for some reason, since being filthy was normal...

~ The logic conflict soon banished from his mind as his train of thought continued ~

... Still he had not really put his heart on it, underneath his jumpsuit his fur was still stained with vomit, and he'd not quite bothered to fully wipe after his morning (well, afternoon with how late he woke up for the shift change) dump.

"Get off my case fox! I had a crappy 'night' of sleep and was sleepwalking through my 'morning' routine... All this waiting around messing with me and all... Don't blame me for your overly sensitive canine nose!" Falco replies, real annoyance that remained in his subconscious coming to the surface.

"He's got you there boy, You often used to complain about Slippy smelling bad despite him being the cleanest of all of us... But then again, your Father was also quite the sensitive nose" Peppy chimes up, giving the bird and canine a tired look as he relaxed on the couch, fighting the urge to just nap there as he grumbled under his voice.

"Beats me why he kept that smelly pig around..."

Conversation overall stopped as things turned awkward, the sleepy hare not quite realizing the sensitive topic he brought up as he mentioned his old teammates, mind ruminating on the complex feelings he still nursed for them.

...

After an uncomfortable silence, which Falco had been actually thankful for, Fox sighs and goes over to a now snoring Peppy.

"Come on old timer, lets both get to bed... we can talk about crew hygiene later" he said, waking the old hare and helping him up, shooting a glance towards his avian teammate, and to the toad who had been awkwardly standing by the door all along, looking down in shame.

"Sorry about the smell thing" Fox muttered as they walked past and out of the rec room, leaving only Falco and Slippy inside, the bird setting his focus squarely on the Toad, a sly smile forming on the sides of his beak.

"You don't think I smell, do you?" He says jovially approaching...

---- Slippy

A few moments earlier...

The toad shuffled nervously as he stood by the entrance to the rec room, watching fox sniff the room curiously, Peppy flop down on the couch and Falco... acting weird, smelling weird too.

To be quite honest, the Toad had a nose to put some canines to shame, something that came with his damn disgusting body; He naturally produced some smelly slime from his private parts and pits, and always tended to produce heavier, smellier loads of bodily fluids in general too, something that often got others, mostly canines, to comment on him.

Something that had made him keenly aware of his disgusting body, and how he needed to work extra hard to keep clean, which he always did, going above and beyond what one normally would do in the bath; But his smells still came up sometimes, usually brought up by fox, and bad smells in general tended to get him on edge unless they were associated with engineering work... If anything the toad loved to be covered in oil or such as it masked his natural grossness, made him feel more secure about his body.

But there was no oil smell here, the room itself smelled off and the amphibian could only guess Falco had been masturbating and went too far cleaning, though there was a hint of something else in the air; Still it was hard to focus on that with the foul but familiar smells clearly coming from Falco, something Slippy knew he was catching on far more than fox, otherwise the canine wouldn't even be sniffing near the bird from how unbearable it would be for him.

Ah, there came the comments about his own smell, Fox finally getting Falco's attention and Peppy butting in.

Slippy got it that the old timer meant well, but it still made him nervous, made him fidget more and covertly sniff at himself, grope at his backside and pits to see if he had left any of the slime... He was clean, he was clean.

He repeated mentally like a mantra as Fox walked past, the Toad nodding in return to his captain's apology.

He was clean, He was clean, He was ~

"You don't think I smell, do you?" The toad almost jumped as Falco approached and spoke, that recognizable smell of unwashed ass and cum mixed with something else vile hitting the toad like a punch, forming a combo with the words and making the Amphibian slip in his reply.

"You do... w-wait!"

Falco was grinning, and Slippy's mind kind of hitched for a moment as he expected to be yelled at instead.

"Glad YOU noticed, as my night shift buddy" he chuckles, putting his arms against the wall, cornering the toad, looking down at him, the smell unbearable; Slippy just knew his body was getting slimy as a reaction, he could feel it between his buttcheeks, that damn smelly slime... But he could not focus on that, no, he was too busy trying to figure out what was up with Falco, yes... that.

Mind on the edge of chaos, he can only blurt out the truth.

"Smells kind of like... like vomit I guess, and like someone used the toilet and didn't clean up... and... and Jizz..."

Falco chuckled in what the toad almost thought was a malevolent way (it was)

"Damn, you got it all right, got a better nose than our resident canine team namesake!" the bird sniffs at Slippy, making the toad shrink back even more.

"Smell better too..." He pulls away from the wall "Pity you keep trying to hide it so much, you should be proud of that body of yours, and I know just how to help you!" his tone goes from vaguely menacing to chipper as he all but grabs the amphibian by the arm and takes him over to the sofa, making sure to hit the light switch (and the lock) as they step away from the door.

Slippy can only yelp and awkwardly struggle as he is pulled along, saying a million things at once but failing to get every single word out amidst his nervous stammering.

"Got something that will help with your body image! A really cool show I found late last night, that I suspect is also the transmission we're supposed to investigate... but don't tell the others that." Falco says in an almost singsong voice as he forces Slippy to sit down on the couch and reaches for the remote.

The toad could fight back, he was surprisingly strong despite his girlish voice and weak demeanor, but a mixture of his submissive nature and that subconscious curiosity that drew him towards mechanical work stopped him... Falco knew what the signal was? It was something he saw on their Rec room TV? And... This was dangerous, he thought.

"It's a cooking show!, and If I'm right, and I know I am, it should be starting earlier today, so about... now" He hits a button on the remote, and true to his words the credits for a cooking show started.

Curiosity fully took over, overpowering fear and common sense, both already weakened by the assault on his senses and body image the last few moments had been.

The signal was... a cooking show, starring a *SEXY* boar, and it would help him with his insecurities towards his gross body, Falco claimed (and so did the already present subliminal messaging)

The toad's focus was on the TV now, enough that he did not notice Falco undress next to him, or that the bird was groping at the amphibian's jumpsuit.

Slippy might be smart, might be surprisingly strong, and have many other qualities, but his willpower was pathetically weak; His mind was already hooked from the opening alone, to the point where he became almost blind to the world around him, like the bird getting him out of his jumpsuit and finding about one of the amphibian's hidden qualities.

That quality was something that left Falco drooling as he got the toad's overly-clean uncut member free, the dark green 'pickle' already putting the bird to shame, even flaccid.

"No wonder you always avoided bathing with the rest of us!" The bird goes enthusiastically as he pictures the green phallus rock hard, poking at the back of his throat, coaxing the vomit from his stomach.

But all he got in response from the toad was a dull "uh yeah", Slippy not paying enough attention to bother correcting him that it was actually because of the foul shits he took, how he often had to enema and finger himself in the shower until he was fully empty (not to mention the cleanup that followed), that his body often accumulated foul smelling slime that he did not want any of the others to see, or any of the other actual reasons.

He only had eyes for the boar talking in an almost edutainment sort of way about how having a nasty body was all the rage.

He didn't notice his teammate literally drooling over his dick, stroking it slowly, commenting in disgust about its clean state, did not see as the bird kept an eye on the TV even as he started to slurp and suck on his member, doing an excellent job of giving an awkward deepthroating beak job that poked uncomfortably at Slippy's crotch and legs at times.

His mind was somewhere else entirely, namely the show he was watching, as his weak will and overactive imagination had it so that the amphibian mechanic was picturing himself sitting right in front of bebop, in person; He did not question how or why the rec room couch was now filling in for a studio audience seat, nor how he got there or any other pertinent questions, all he cared about was that the boar was pointing at him.

"You there, cute frog! Your body looks to be just the right kind I's been looking for, so get here on stage!" His mind filled in and adjusted the accent as his subconscious heard it coming from the TV, his shyness was suppressed by the imaginary cheers of his teammates and friends, saying he could do this, he could get on stage and show off that disgusting (the word wonderful fought to replace that, but his self disgust and loathing where too ingrained for it to happen so easily) to the world, and maybe even be proud of it!

He got up, taking in the encouragement of Fox, Falco, Peppy, his uncle, his secret crush... His crotch felt warm and his arousal was in full display, he did not recall getting naked but did not mind as he stepped forward

Falco kind of sounded like he was violently choking, but it did not really register in Slippy's brainwash-delusions; That it betrayed the bird upchucking half digested pizza all over the Toad's crotch and lower body back in the real world was never even a consideration.

He walked towards the stage, where the now naked, but for his glasses, Bebop awaited him, all cooking implements and other signs that this was supposed to be a cooking show gone, replaced with a generic, though its appearance seemed to change slightly as the toad stepped onto it, looking over his shoulder at the darkness were tons of eyes where on him, only the shapes of his friends and family, all naked too, could be seen.

"Now, Mr. Toad, I heard you're really ashamed of that wonderful body of yours" the pig spoke, tone a bit condescending, as if he was talking down to Slippy, most certainly a subconscious humiliation kink or other desire taking form in this delusional landscape.

"Y-yeah..." Slippy says, hugging himself in shame, trying to cover up his upper body even as his raging (and oddly warm) erection bobbed, glistening under the studio lights as his natural slime seemed to coat it from head to toe out of nowhere.

"Now now, no need to be shy, I heard you got this nasty slime, amphibians and fishmen tend to get some but yours is particularly present and nasty, specially in your cock, ass and pits" The boar said while 'gently' guiding slippy onto a T-pose, the stage morphing to its final form in the toad's cogitation, a goofy looking 'sex classroom', like something out of a perverted edutainment show, with a blackboard, exaggerated sex toys and drawings, some costumed characters that remained vague in his perception.

Back in the real world Falco is busy slurping his vomit back from Slippy's dick, enjoying the sour grossness added by that slimy coating that had started to appear, as if sweat, when Bebop looks surprised for a moment and then sneezes on stage while describing his own nasty body, one could almost guess he was aware of the toad's delusion (though they would be partially wrong)

"Snot talk is for later, anyway..." Mirrored inside Slippy's delusion as "Your slime is kind of like snot, but that's for later."

He turns around and spreads his cheeks, showing his hairy, shit stained asshole, then before Slippy can respond he is lifting his pits, letting his unwashed musk hit the frog, then turning around and playing with his smegma filled foreskin.

"Gross is just better, people just complain cuz they are coward weaklings and bullies, you poor sexy frog got yerself all bullied into working extra hard to keep clean when you should just the that delicious smelly slime flow, let it mix with your dick cheese, with your unwashed ass, just imagine how easier it would be to take big nasty dumps with that slime lubing it all up!" He says dramatically, slapping slippy's round, glistening ass cheeks, the wet noise echoing through the delusion-studio to the cheers of those watching.

The amphibian so deep into his delusion he even had the boar address him mistakenly as frog, as many did.

"W-well, I do like taking dumps..." Slippy admitted, and he did get actual pleasure from the sensation of emptying his bowels, though he always denied himself that.

"So why be ashamed of them? Be ashamed of how big your turds are, how nasty they smell? Why even bother cleaning them or hiding them from others? Why waste them in toilets or spend hours mushing them with your feet and shoving them shower drains just so you can hide your pride from society!" The boar said in a frenzy, kneeling in front of slippy and stroking the frog's cock, each stroke splashing slime off, each movement of the foreskin making more smegma appear.

"B-because..." Slippy tries to respond but can't think of an answer... Why did he ever bother?

Why?

Out of shame, because being called smelly, being treated as disgusting was shameful?

The toad reached behind himself, massaged his cheeks, playing with them some, the space between them growing nasty with unwashed mushy shit and accumulated slime.

The boar stopped stroking his dick, though the warm sensation remained, simply smiling as he continued.

"Why let yourself be bullied into hiding when you can be showing how much better you are, how strong and dominant you can be, your natural smells and bodily functions, a badge of honor, proof you are a dominant, nasty filthy toad, ready to make anything... or anyone, into a toilet".

The pig then opened his mouth wide.

Slippy took one last look back, at his cheering friends and family, thinking back to all the smelly comments, how in the past he had legitimately dreamed of shoving their face into his slime, his nasty body, of his uncle Grippy, watching naked from the audience, the only figure he could see now; The hairy older toad whom Slippy had been convinced to think of as a weirdo because he embraced his own nastiness...

He turned around, spreading his cheeks, and all but took a seat in bebop's waiting mouth, a grin spreading on his face as, with barely any effort, he started to let out one of his massive loads down the boar's gullet, hand reaching to his oddly warm crotch to stroke himself, another reaching to pick at his nose.

Back in the real world, Falco was riding his dick, the bird emptying his own bowels to join the vomit in working as lube, giving Slippy that warm sensation on his crotch, and unknowingly matching the Toad's mental masturbation with his own bouncing; The toad's own emptying of his bowels matched in the real world with some wet farts and what would be a normal mushy shit load pushing against the sofa.

'Good' thing that he had given himself a full enema and cleaned earlier, or this mess would be far harder to hide.

On the TV the real Bebop was filling Slippy's delusional position, sitting on his mate's face and taking a big dump while picking his nose, the main difference being that he had stocked his bowels with plenty of food for his rhino love to eat; The subliminal messages and other forms of brainwashing of his broadcast adding to Falco's 'programing' and seemingly unlocking a part of Slippy the toad had long denied.

Though at this point, it was hard to know if that was the case or if this new personality and desires had just been born as a result of the brainwashing; Either way, slowly but surely, as the show cut to credits with a slow fade out, the promise that snot and smegma would be covered next episode and plenty more subliminal messaging, Slippy slowly started to return to reality.

In his delusion, he made the boar choke on his shit, let him absolutely covered in the dark brown mushy contents of his bowels, then had simply walked back to the sofa, snapped his fingers, and that 'slut' Falco had come over to service him; Slowly but surely his delusion adjusted to match reality as the bird held back on making too much noise as he shot a load that almost reached the TV, the toad grabbing his hips and thrusting deep inside to shoot his own massive slimy load inside the avian, making his companion Yelp.

"S-So I take it~" Falco tries to speak before the more domineering new Slippy cuts him off.

"You're licking the sofa clean, then getting me a nice meal, daddy bird style... I gotta throw away all those damn cleaning supplies taking up space in my room..." He let Falco slowly get off his dick with a wet, popping noise.

"We're going for the hare next, that old body of his is prime for some filth, and he might catch on if we get fox hooked on the show too." When the bird was free the toad pushed him aside, shocking Falco even more with his teammates' new attitude, the bird remaining speechless... but doing as ordered and getting to licking the sofa clean of Slippy's shit.

"I'm in charge now, got it birdy? I'll still act all shy and Looser-ey while we get the others hooked on Bebop's show, but I make the plans..." He slaps Falco in the behind before casually lifting the bird's backside up and slurping his shit and slime covered asshole, shoving his long tongue deep inside, making Falco yelp again... and again as he is dropped on the sofa.

"Can't believe I passed on this delicious taste for so long... Anyways, I'll be waiting in my room."

Slippy then just casually walks out of the rec room, shit and slime still dripping from his ass, leaving a stunned, but pleased Falco behind, the avian ace quickly getting back to cleaning with his tongue, looking forward to feeding Slippy... or should it be master? When he was done.

---- The next day, a change of shifts ----

Slippy had it all planned out: Falco would clean up (no matter how much he whined about it) and distract fox in the showers during the morning shift change, and the toad would approach Peppy in the rec room, covering his smell a bit in motor oil and mechanical grease.

It made sense to go after the hare first, he had the worst hygiene of the team, his nose wasn't as sensitive as fox's and he had enough leverage to manipulate the vulpine when it came to his turn; Either way, the toad just knew deep down that the next episode of the show would be a special one, something made for those with ties to the old star fox team, or something like that... He did not know how that knowledge had come about, but he was certain of it.

And that made his goal of getting the hare to be in the rec room tonight extra important.

And so the plan was put into motion, Falco cornered Fox in the showers, starting an argument about them 'wasting their time' here, about being fed up with the night shift... whatever he could to keep the vulpine there until his new dommy master was done.

---

"Slip, I know you don't like hearing this, but you kind of smell" Was the first thing Peppy said, sitting on the sofa in his usual spot, the same spot that had been covered in toad shit and bird vomit on two previous nights; The hare was still in his Pyjamas, though his uniform had been carefully folded and placed next to him, the lapine simply enjoying a cup of coffee and watching a 'morning exercise' video on the TV, not to follow along but most out of routine, or so he claimed.

"Yeah, I had an issue with the oiling machines at the hangar, and you know me, like to be the last to shower." The toad lied, trying to sound like his usual shy self but coming off more confident than usual, though the sleepy lapine didn't seem to catch on.

"It's fine, it's fine, I don't care about that sort of thing as much as Ja~ I mean Fox does... Just thought I'd comment before he got here, give you some warning and such." The hare replies, focusing on the exercise video while blinking blurry eyes, a hand going over to rub over his nose and eyes and get the dried snot from his nose and gunk from the corner of his eyes, not noticing the lustful look Slippy gave as he caught the hare 'cleaning up'.

"Seems like night shift is tough, huh... wonder when we'll be done with chasing this signal..." The lapine continued, lowering his mug so that it obscured the bulge in his pajama pants, the results of the exercise video or lingering wet dreams, Slippy guessed.

"Eh, it's not so bad, we actually get some regional late night transmissions from local-ish TV stations" Slippy says, sitting right next to the hare, his smell so potent that, even covered with the motor oil, it made Peppy raise an eyebrow, but the veteran held back on making further comments, knowing this could be a sore point for his teammate.

"Huh, really? Lucky for you two night shifters I guess" Slowly the hare's attention turned to Slippy, some of it remaining on the exercise video, his bulge mostly gone, allowing the lapine to go back to sipping his coffee.

"Yeah, Falco caught it first, then he called me over to watch last night... You should join us, you know? Or, well, me, cuz Falco is fed up with the night shift regardless, so I suspect he'd love to switch with you." Slippy had to resist the urge to wrap an arm around the hare, or oggle his crotch, or the remaining dried snot on the edge of his nostrils, his new self fighting to keep a shy posture despite speaking openly.

"Hmm, don't know really, my old bones can't handle a night shift... and I don't know if modern television would... amuse me" He paused to focus on a pretty bunny girl doing the splits in the exercise video before finishing his sentence and taking another sip of his coffee.

"Everything is too... clean, too... lacking in grit and that charm of old movies and series" Peppy tried to explain, not quite finding the right words; Slippy suspected the old coot was just trying to not be obvious about his perversion and how movies back in his day used to have less restrictions on nudity and stuff, not like he'd forgotten how the hare had gotten drunk before during a team movie night and ranted exactly about that.

Slippy pretended to also be entranced by the TV, though all the exercising leotard clad figures were too clean for his liking, as he tried to think of an excuse to lure the hare in; He knew deep down the hare was a pervert, one need look no further than his morning routine to be sure of that, but lying about old X rated movies might be too obvious, and Peppy would likely not focus on the cooking show if he thought he'd been lied to...

Then it clicked.

"You know, there is this really cool studio show, they often have guests over and everything, I guess it got me thinking of you without realizing it, but they said next episode, that's tonight, they were going to have some special guests over..." Slippy blurts out, half making it up as he goes along, though oddly certain of his words, Peppy showing real interest now.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, they are actually doing an old movie special, getting some old actors like Sean Raccoon and the like, talking about their old movies, behind the scenes stuff, and other special guests... Guess I got reminded that you like older movies and actors and ended up subconsciously thinking of you." Slippy finishes with an awkward smile, now having his companion's full attention.

"Hmm, that does sound interesting... Maybe I should ask Fox to let me switch" the hare thinks for a moment and Yawns "I am still very sleepy, despite the coffee anyway..." the old hare scratched at himself as Slippy laughed slightly.

"Leave it to me, Peppy! Just head on to bed and I'll go ask Fox for you, if Falco hasn't annoyed him into switching already." the toad got to his feet in a hurry, hoping the lapine would not notice the light stains he left on the sofa.

"Well, Thanks, young man!" the hare said playfully as he watched the toad rush out.

"Maybe that foul smell will help fox cave in, heh" Peppy comments to himself, turning to the TV with a sigh and stopping the video.

"Guess we're continuing this in my quarters, now... what issue were you on again... 89?" he says to the paused image of the fem bunny he had been ogling before turning it all off with a tired sigh and heading out; He was going to have a full night ahead of him, so it would be best he got his business done now...

--- That Night ---

Didn't take long to convince Fox, it helps that Falco was already working on that while Slippy charmed up Peppy; Now the hare was here, on night shift, wearing his pajamas still, not caring that he stunk a bit, at the least not around the even smellier toad, who seemed to still be dirty with engine grease.

"You went to bed like that?" Peppy asks drily as he gets comfortable.

"No no, I got up early to check the hangar stuff and got another oil bath" Slippy lies, rubbing a hand over his chest, now clad in a T-shirt and work pants, his body glistening with slime where it was not covered in oil stains.

"Huh, gotta sort that out Slip" the hare replied, taking the amphibian at his word since he had no reason to suspect any foul play.

"So, when does it start?" the hare gestured to the tv, which was on, flipping through static.

"Should be in a bit, let me put it in the right channel" Slippy said, reaching for the control and making Peppy cough and tear up, his nose getting runny from the smell alone.

"Slip! I don't want to offend you, but you need a bath, badly, that smell is foul!" the lapine says, holding back coughs as his face ends up pushed into one of the amphibian's pits while the other reaches for the remote.

"No offense taken!" Slippy said, trying to hold back the new pride he felt at his smell. "Just gonna set it up for you then rush to get a quick shower, then I'll come join you." even as he spoke, he set the TV to what he subconsciously knew was going to be the right channel tonight.

The tv turned dark, some chill music playing, a message saying 'Your feature presentation will start shortly.'

"There we go, now, gimme a sec old timer" the amphibian spoke with barely contained glee, going for a pat on the hare's shoulder, only for the lapine to dodge.

"Again, no offense, shower first" he says, turning to focus on the TV, adjusting his position on the couch.

"Alright alright, be back in a bit!" where Slippy's final words before he rushed out of the room, not to shower, but to go wake up Falco, knowing that by the time he returned the process would likely have started.

And indeed, just a few moments after Slippy left the room, the TV sowly brightened as the title for "Bebop's kitchen" started to play, the text 'featuring special guest stars' proudly displayed under the main title.

"A cooking show, huh?, either Slip was messing with me or he has the wrong channel... though this one will have special guests too..." The hare chuckled to himself "oh well, I'll watch it till Slip comes back, though his smell might kill any appetite I build up if he doesn't clean up..." he let out a sigh and relaxed as the stage started to fade in to the sounds of applause, a boar in an apron at the center of the stage "Now you're talking to yourself old man, just focus on the show, even if its a pig and a punk at that... most definitely not my taste..."

Peppy shook his head a bit, trying to be more accepting, and mentally reminding himself to not let his experiences with a certain pig make him prejudiced against others of his kind; He refocused on the TV, struggling a bit to keep said focus as his mind was flooded with conflicting thoughts... Maybe he should call all this out when Slip came back... wait...

While the hare unknowing, unconsciously fought the barrage of subliminal messaging and other such programming with his tormented thoughts, the show continued on with Bebop greeting the audience and viewers before quickly clasping his hands together in a half-clap.

"Now now, I do believe we promised you'se guys some special guests... Well, shall we get right to it?" The boar makes a show of asking the audience while walking to the side, letting Peppy realize he was completely naked but for the apron; Something that pierced through the chaos of the hare's mind and grabbed his focus a lot more, the old man wondering if Slippy was aware of this other show... But he called it a stage show, did a cooking show count as one? Was this even a cooking show really?

Unwittingly the mental barrier of questions and tumultuous thoughts started to reform, especially as Peppy found his hand at his crotch, groping, needy... He hadn't as much as fantasized about a pig since he found out the traitor was working as part of starwolf; Guilt followed such fantasies, and that guilt unwittingly served as a great mental barrier against the subtle assault that went otherwise unnoticed.

The hare looked over his shoulder to the door... Slip usually took a long time in the shower anyway, and if this is the show he meant to share, maybe the toad would not mind... Within moments his wrinkly cock was free, covered in quite a bit of foreskin, and housing a decent amount of dick cheese; He just found it hard to clean with his age, that's all, and personally did not care about it, but the idea that Slippy might see it made the old man a bit hesitant.

Peppy got quite the shock when he looked back at the tv just in time for the host to gesture to the side, catching half of his sentence.

"... And what star would be more infamous to have as a guest than the infamous leader of the legendary dangerous mercenary team starwolf... named after himself, Wolf O'donnel!" Bebop said as the spotlights focused on the side of the stage, where in crawled on all fours, wearing nothing but some straps and a nose ring that was pulled back by one such strap, giving him a 'pig's nose' sort of appearance; His behind plugged with a jeweled buttplug, his cock locked inside what seemed to be a cloth chastity cage, the fabric covering all of his dick and balls, attached to a ring fitted snuggling against his crotch.

"Well, I should say the former legendary and dangerous mercenary team starwolf... but ah, don't you fret over what is going on, it will be explained when our second guest joins us, but for now... let's give good wolfy, or is it pigsy? Either way, let's give him a round of applause!" As Bebop finishes talking, Raucous applause explodes as Wolf pathetically climbs on one of the counters and crouches, doing a begging puppy pose, snorting as he gives a pleading but brainless look.

Peppy, now literally unable to look away as the shock of the surprise broke down most of his mental defenses, could not help but notice how dirty Wolf looked; Fur matted with old jizz, wet stains, brown stains and clumps... And his nose, pulled painfully back like that, snot bubbles blowing out as he let out breaths, snot leaking from the sides too, it was a grotesque sight that had the hare wide eyed, hand firmly gripping his member in shock.

He did not even notice the two figures coming into the rec room, both also watching in dull shock, standing behind the sofa so as to not interfere; Falco and Slippy might have been vaguely aware of today's 'programming' but the sight of wolf was still enough to make both of them go slack jawed.

It was around here that Bebop started to openly speak of today's recipe, to cook a 'dickcheese cake with lime-snot frosting' and Peppy started to gag, not only from that but from finally catching Slippy's undiluted body odor, as the toad finally got around the sofa and put an arm around Peppy, slime soaking into the hare's fur as the toads other, shit covered, hand went to massaging his old man tits; On the other side a naked and partially filthy falco came in, rubbing his brown stained beak on Peppy's whiskers before going down to attend to the hare's cock.

"What the fuck is going on here..." is all the old lapine can get out through gritted teeth as the TV feed gives a zoom of Bebop's smegma covered dick, and then focusing on wolf as the 'cloth chastity cage' is removed to reveal a thick dick so pungent and rancid with dick cheese that the steam coming off it was visible.

"Oh nothing much old timer, just a fun educational show that will help you realize silly things like inhibitions and shame are dumb, and that 'gross' things are nothing to avoid, but embrace... and so on... why, it taught me to finally stop being a spineless whiny bitch and dom that blue bird about to vomit all over your dick... and let me tell you, I just made him into my toilet before we came in here."

Peppy gagged, but did not vomit, he grit his teeth and tried to reach for slippy but his hand kept sliding off, he tried to look away but found himself unable to, as the TV showed a bowl filled with smegma, Bebop's and Wolf's own being added to it, the toad's hand on his head not helping matters; He felt the warm sensation on his dick, the gross mess being rubbed on his chest, he heard Falco gag and retch, and the warm sensation grew.

He would not give in, however, he would not surrender so easily for his willpower was greater; The lapine slowly gathered himself, eyes slowly shutting, teeth gritted as one hand grabbed Falco's headfeathers and the other finally managed to violently grab at Slippy's private parts, ready to get violent if needed... and then... and then...

And then his ex walked on stage... Pigma Dengar... Naked, bearing old scars Peppy knew well, pink body glistening under the stage lights due to his sweat, thick but short cock bouncing happily with each step, smegma dropping off it from the motion alone/

The pig stopped, those shadowed eyes looking at the screen as he grinned a literal shit eating grin, brown stains still present in his teeth, big pig nostrils smeared with plenty of snot, and he winked.

"I dedicate this one to my old lover Peppy! Not like he would ever admit it, but we had some nasty fun back in the day! I even almost managed to get him into all the good stuff without having to rely on *beep* hehe" The pig said, getting a nasty look from bebop as he was called over to add his own smegma to the bowl and take center stage.

Peppy knew the beeped word was brainwashing, he knew what was happening to him and still had situational awareness enough to realize it... But a part of him didn't care, and that part was in charge now; The hare relaxed his grip on his teammates, grunting as he shot a load against the torrent of vomit in falco's beak, he blinked and paid avid attention as Pigma started talking.

The pig full well admitting he had betrayed yet another of his teams as he worked to scrape the smegma off his dick, detailing the transformation he forced each of his teammates to undergo, with the occasional beeped word again; And Peppy could picture it vividly, he could see each event in his mind's eye, even the unspoken parts, he drooled as he watched his porcine ex proudly brag about betrayal...

--- Flashback - Starwolf's fall ---

It all began with a transmission, though unlike the one's received at the great fox, this one was somewhat of a coincidence; They were testing some new tech the Venosian remnants had cooked up, some new and improved form of communication... That seemed to be a dud.

Not that Pigma was paying attention to what all the engineers and mechanics that were working on the actual thing had been saying, he just knew he was put in charge of going out in his airwing and... Waiting; Wolf and Leon passed on the task, and that stupid lanky monkey flaunted his position to avoid being the one sent out, so it all fell to him.

And that was about the worst mistake they could have ever made, as it was there, in his cramped modified wolfen, that the greasy disgusting pig would end up intercepting an interdimensional transmission of a certain cooking show; This one was not one of the brainwashing, custom made ones that others would be subjected to, it was instead an open call, an invitation for like minded filthy spirits to reach out and join forces.

Considering Pigma already had his dick in hand when he got the transmission, snorting his own musk for pleasure, it was no surprise he followed the instructions and called right back.

It wasn't long before the pig was making plans to betray and brainwash his teammates into his filthy fuckpets, that he was selling out all of Lylat to the disgusting group he had just made 'friends' with.

It started with the egotistical monkey whom Pigma knew to be the weakest willed of his group, which was rather funny when one considered he was the nephew of a mad scientist; Andrew Oikonny fell all to easy, the pig simply replacing his usual 'private time' collection with a custom made broadcast from Bebop's kitchen, watching from a hacked camera (something he had previously set up to spy and masturbate to his teammates) as it literally took just a few moments for the damn macaque to become a drooling mess.

A quick walk to the simian's room later and Pigma was having his ass worshiped as the monkey gleefully begged to be the pig's toilet, something the porcine was more than happy to oblige him in; When done with his new living toilet, he set the monkey about brainwashing the rest of the crew, who all followed him even above wolf, with yet another custom made episode.

He moved fast from there, not even waiting a full day to have his new minions ambush Leon, not caring if he lost a few of them to the Chameleon, knowing the reptile had already grown weary of the changing crew attitude, all the pig waited for was for wolf to be away; A violent struggle later and the most dangerous member of starwolf, at the least when it came to possibly resisting the brainwashing, was being subjected to a forceful showing of a Bebop's kitchen episode made just for him.

By the time it was done the chameleon was all but a vomit fountain, gurgling moans into his retching as his entire body shook with pleasure as he covered the monkeys with his stomach's contents, being made into a toilet and cum dumpster in turn; Leon's mental faculties reduced to the minimum necessary for him to continue to function as the crew's vomit fiend, his dangerous will broken completely.

Finally, it was time for the team's namesake.

Wolf O'donnel got some special treatment of his own, while still out on his wolfen he was denied access to the hangar and had all his communications channel flooded with a special recording Pigma personally made with the help of the cooking show's crew.

"You are a filthy pig, a filthy little piggy, filled with snot and shit and all the nasty things"

Those words of Pigma's were drilled into his head as his ship's movement was disabled and he was forced to sit in the cramped cockpit, being flooded with images of Pigma's face, genitals, and lascivious acts of the filthy variety; He was left to stew there for a full two days, far more than what was needed, as Pigma enjoyed his personal filthy harem heaven.

When his ship was finally taken in on autopilot, Wolf was stewing in his own filth, drooling, snorting and oinking like a pig, the only word he could get out was a whimpering "Master" at the sight of Pigma.

And so did team Starwolf come to an end, along with the venusian remnants commanded by Andrew Oikonny; Replaced with Pigma's private filth harem, ready to take on Lylat... after a quick detour to another dimension.

And while they were away, a mysterious transmission started to come from the edges of the Lylat system, drawing in the next victims...

Yes, Peppy could see it clearly... how he had been an idiot not to side with the pig so long ago, to deny he liked the same gross shit his ex was always pushing him into, Peppy was such a goddamn idiot; Was all the hare could think by now, petting Falco with one hand, groping the slimy toad's man-tits with the other as he drooled like the idiot he was, nose growing runny and eyes watering from staring at the TV.

"Hmm, we should try that recipe sometime" he mumbled before turning and rubbing his nose on Slippy's own, covering his face in slime and wiping some of his snot and drool on the amphibian, who smiled in response and then forced a kiss on the lapine, retching and sharing his stomach bile with the older man, who gargled a moan in response.

"Hey, that's my kind of shit! I do the feeding here!" Falco said, breaking from giving Peppy oral, voice raspy from all the vomiting.

Slippy and Peppy glance over at him, not breaking the vomit-sharing kiss, as if challenging the bird, which makes Falco grunt to himself, turn around, and get Peppy's cock up his asshole in almost no time, letting his bowels go around the twitching member; All the while all three men turn their focus back to the cooking as the two porcines and their wolf-turned-pig-pet start snorting and blowing their noses on a bowl, the dick-cheese cake already made by now, none of the watchers really paying that much attention to the actual cooking process.

"If everything is going to plan, then a very special hare must be watching" Pigma says to the camera, giving a wink before continuing "Hope you remember when I got you to try this, bet you'd be far less grossed out if we tried it now" he chuckles evilly as he leans on the counter, getting Wolf to climb and kneel on it; With some fiddling and a camera angle change the canine's steaming pulsing cock was lined up with Pigma's big snot covered nostril, a slap to his side getting the lupine to snort and oink like a pig as he slowly pushed his member in, snot bubbling around it as it sunk in an uncommon penetration.

"Oh fuck!" Peppy manages to half get out while breaking the kiss, vomit splashing down his and Slippy's front, landing on Falco's moving hips as the old hare gets a flashback to his youth; One of a night where he almost did the same act on his old teammate but cowarded out the moment he felt the snot around his cock head, settling instead to just shitting on the pig's dick as he bottomed (again).

"I was such an idiot" Peppy says to himself mostly, facepalming with a toad slime covered hand.

"We all were, but we know better now" Slippy says, rubbing himself on Peppy while openly shitting on the sofa.

"Either of you lads think you can match that?" Peppy gestures to the screen, hitting a bouncing Falco in the back of the head, the bird letting you a quick "hey watch it!" even as he keeps bouncing on the Hare's cock, feeling as the old man shot a load inside him from focusing on the TV again; Said TV displaying Wolf ferociously nostril fucking Pigma while the other porcine gave a nose job to his rhino mate, moving his head up and down as if bopping it to an unseen song, the rhino having joined them on the stage, sitting nude on a counter, while Peppy had been distracted facepalming.

A grunting Falco is the first to reply "My beak would break, and I am more of a vomit guy, shit guy second... I don't really have that much snot to give either way" he excuses himself amidst grunts and burbling farts, bowels and stomach relatively empty by now, not counting the hare dick and jizz, that is.

Slippy was next, taking the avian's slower pace as an excuse to push him off and all but pull a startled Peppy onto his lap, his slimy gigantic cock poking at the hare's behind, getting met with a light fart "You can try mine later, but it probably won't fit or will bruise... we must leave it until after we have enlightened our final teammate."

Peppy grunts as he is slowly penetrated, the toad's natural slime making it surprisingly easy, the hare's bowels emptying what little content they still had as help.

"Ah, yes... him... He is outnumbered..." The hare moans.

"Still, we stuck to trickery up until now" A panting Falco replies.

"Well, I'm in charge, but... what will the show say? When is the next..." Slippy started, focusing on the show, which had Pigma roughly pulling on Wolf's nose ring as he tried to shove his own dick up the lupine's far too small nostril, then it abruptly started to fade to credits while the pig raised a surprised complaint; all three men suddenly knowing the exact time and channel of the next transmission... no specific instructions given; The disappointment they felt replaced with excitement for next night.

Falco got to his feet "I'm gonna fill up my stomach, get ready for whatever we do"

Slippy just got thrusting as Peppy relaxed against his nasty body. "Well, we have all night to plan."

And Peppy just moaned "I want to taste his snot..." getting lost in his fantasies and exhaustion.

---- Meanwhile ----

Just because the starfox team was getting some special focus, it did not mean they were the only ones getting to enjoy Bebop's kitchen and the joyous brainwashing that came with it; Even as he organized the custom transmissions with his new fellow pig, Pigma had sent his (filthy) men to set up far less subtle transmission satellites all over Dinosaur planet's orbit while also making sure projections of the show and radio transmitter blasting out an audio version were set up all over the place.

It wasn't long before the 'savages' of that planet, less used to such technologies, fell under the spell of filth, what little resistance there was coming from those pesky spirits, their allies and, surprisingly enough, the would be despot General Scales... Though the latter's credibility took quite the hit when, during a rallying speech for resistance against the obvious brainwashing, the sharpclaw shat himself on stage, his arousal at the act showing to all of his soldiers triggering, a domino effect that turned the rally into a big filthy orgy from which the resilient one handed dino could do nothing but run from in shame.

Similar tactics were employed on cornerian and venusian remnant military outposts; on the former any and all signals were flooded with the transmission of generic episodes while systems were hacked to keep any from escaping or sending out a warning... A purple masked reptile taking great pleasure in handling this, since all the locals of similar capabilities were indisposed due to their brainwashing.

For the venusian side of things it was even easier, all they had to do was send a few of the less 'broken' soldiers in and set up a transmission from the inside; Andrew even got to shine, as he took to the brainwashing, by orchestrating one of the bigger bases falling, the deranged monkey making sure they all got a taste of his bodily fluids.

There were other special cases, of course... Such as the womanizing mercenary Panther Caroso, The replacement Leon and Wolf had in mind for Pigma and Andrew, a fact that came to light as Pigma's new minions were made to reveal all secrets to him; The pig set up something special to the kitty cat, with some 'special help'.

A curvaceous female almost exactly to his tastes, a vixen at that, 'borrowed' from his interdimensional friends, luring him to a luxurious hotel room, making sure the foolish pussy obsessed kitty got that filthy mind of his washed and fixed... but in a subtler way than any other victim so far; Instead of breaking all at once, a part of him was left semi conscious, aware as the vixen dragged him down to the fanciest club at the resort planet they were in, to the center stage.

Yes, Panther was still partially aware, but unable to control himself as, with a snap of her fingers, she commanded him to vomit all over her, to the horror of everyone watching, that same snap having some stage hands, as mentally dominated as he, brought a lounging chair on the stage as she undressed, Panther continuing to gag, groping himself lewdly, screaming in his own mind prison; If the part of his mind that remained free could vomit, it would, joining his body as it obeyed its mistress and filled her pussy with another load of vomit, more and more coming as he lifted her lower body and filled her womb with it, then made sure to get some in her tits.

The feline barely noticed that the same 'special program' he had been made to watch was now playing on every screen, projection and speaker, as his body took position, dick rubbing against that vomit filled and covered pussy before plunging into the bile filled entrance; As he started to breed his bile covered victim right there on stage the remainder of his free mind slowly dissipated, its last moments spent in abject disgust and horror, as the programing was finished and he too became another filthy little bitch, like every guest in the resort planet would soon be; But Panther would still be special in comparison to them, after all, he had been sold to this new mistress, Ninjara, and would accompany her when she left this reality... As far away from the Pigma and the position in the long gone starwolf team he had been offered as possible.

The other special case, that Pigma insisted get an early premiere of bebop's kitchen before the rest of Lylat, even if it put their conquest at risk, was one General Pepper, his former superior and a stick in the mud Pigma always held special hatred for, long convinced it was his influence that kept Peppy and James from sharing in his tastes and more illegal and immoral ideas.

So set on giving Pepper an early preview was Pigma, that the porcine was ready to try and bombard Corneria itself with signal waves just to get him... Thankfully, calmer and more strategic minds among his interdimensional friends prevailed and instead an ambush was set among their newly acquired frontier bases and pleasure planet; Pigma had little to do with it, but this one sexy rat Bebop was friends with took only a short time to study on all the new converts they had acquired (Pigma didn't even know they were keeping track of all that) and found another military hound, among the pleasure planet ones no less, one with deep connections to their desired target.

An invitation from an old friend, plus the excuse of visiting frontier bases in need of inspection and a cockyness born of peaceful times led to their desired target coming along with relatively little escort, and that was easy to get rid of, with the entire populace of the pleasure planet at their control; Soon enough Peppper was alone in his friend's VIP room, getting a private showing of a custom episode of Bebop's kitchen.

By the time Pigma got to the room himself the old dog had shat himself in his chair, vomit drooled off the sides of his muzzle as he watched the recording of Bebop and Pigma sharing a vomit filled kiss on the screen; The pig did not even need to verbally command the former general, and soon the canine was doing the same with him, repeating the image on the TV but in a far sloppier way as he coughed and gagged a lot more due to his old age.

When the kiss was over and the pig stepped back the dog was left whining, each drop of bile that leaked from the sides of his muzzle making his pathetic tiny cock twitch with need; But Pigma gave him no release, just laughing as he stepped back to masturbate, nodding to the screen, watching as the old dog sat in his own mess and went back to dry heaving, trying to vomit more over himself, hand stroking his own package with pathetic need.

Pigma would have loved to stay until he was fully broken, but right about then his communicator beeped with a warning:

'Fox's brainwashing will begin shortly'

Without bothering to excuse himself, the pig pressed a button on the wrist communicator and a gate appeared behind him; This last custom transmission was going to be a live one, and Pigma had a part to play, he only hoped his outwardly friends had managed to track down the other key actor he had in mind for this.....

--- Earlier - The Great Fox ---

Fox McCloud did not have a good night of sleep.

The vulpine stared up at the ceiling of his bunk, artificial light just bright enough to simulate the early hours of dawn, the shadowed shapes of the many posters and pictures he had plastered over its ceiling and side just barely visible in the lowlight; He focused his gaze on a printed photo taken from an article, a Muscular sharpclaw in tribal clothing that left little to the imagination, the source of many a nightly fantasy for the orange furred fox... Though he never wondered what the sharpclaw smelled like before now.

Smells, scents, musks; It was normal for a canine, or canine adjacent such as vulpines, to be extra aware of those details, his nose wasn't as good as Wolf's... A wolf... Or the many canines he knew from the cornerian flight academy, but it was good enough that he took note of bad smells, like Slippy when he went too long without a shower or bath; Like the faint septic-like smell that he'd been noticing around the ship lately, the acidic one around Falco in the showers or the swampy rotten, but weak, scent that started to leak into his room in the middle of the night.

That smell was enough to give him nightmares and had only become more prevalent when he woke and made the vulpine rush to contact his fellow day-shifter to confirm status; Of course in his bleary state he forgot Peppy and Falco had switched, so he had just sent a video message request to the old Hare when he'd realized his mistake, which just made him all the more surprised when the old man answered almost immediately.

"You're up early fox" The hare spoke in a casual tone, the image making it seem like he wasn't in his bunk but over at the bridge, if what little fox could make of the background was accurate, his attention mostly drawn to the fact that the hare's nose was absolutely matted with runny snot, drool and what seemed to be other fluids.

"I-is everything alright, You look like~" Fox started, sitting up in his bunk while still keeping an eye on the intercon device built in its wall, readying to rush and get dressed, his urgency cut back, same as his words, by the Hare's response.

"Like shit right?" The lapine grins "Dont worry about it, or the smell." Peppy openly scratches at his muzzle before picking on a nostril and continuing "Me and Peppy, you see, we had kind of a long talk last night, and we decided to stop caring what other people think... I usually make a lot of effort to keep myself looking good and shit, and him holding back on what his body is naturally like... Well, we decided no more of that shit..."

Fox was taken aback by Peppy's half-truth, not that he was aware of its status as such; Still, he thought, Peppy did look happy, happier than he'd seen the hare in a good while... And he was still too sleepy, too tired from the nightmares to think about it.

"W-well, if it works for you... but we got to talk about the smells later, I'm sure they are bothering Falco too... Anyways, Fox out" He rushed to turn off communications before flopping back on his bunk, where he stared at the ceiling and thought back on the exchange before his mind drifted to thinking of what the hunky sharpclaw smelt like.

It wasn't until he started to drift back into a nap, nose now covered in his covers, that a thought surfaced in the back of his bleary mind.

"Wait, was Peppy naked...?" But sleep had him before he could focus on that.

"So you're saying we're not even going to bother hiding?" Asked Falco, already removing his flight suit even before he got an answer.

"Yes, we have received the means to contact Masters Pigma and Bebop, so we can just have the transmission start early if needed, so why not mess with the pup a bit, see how much he can take before he breaks?" Answered Peppy, blowing snot bubbles and rubbing a freshly phlegm covered hand on his uncut dick, sitting exactly where he answered fox, naked but for his jacket.

"You should have confirmed it with me first, old man! I had other plans for him!" Dommy Slippy said, making Peppy and Falco both cower slightly, the toad managing to look menacing despite wearing a shit filled one piece swimsuit, body glistening and openly dripping green-ish foul smelling slime on the floor.

"Still... what's done is done, but I'm making sure to plug you later, no shitting till I let you..." He growan at the two others "Falco, come help me set up some countermeasures if he decides to get violent, need to sabotage his airwing too... maybe it's a good place for this load I've been saving, since a naughty hare won't be getting it anymore" he pats the bulging back of the leotard-like swimsuit while giving Peppy a sly look.

The three men exchange no more words, just lustful looks and grunts as two of them set about preparing, and Peppy went back to his own task at the bridge:

Using the great fox to boost the signal and spread the good word of their masters through Lylat.

Fox was having a pleasant dream, it was one he had before many times thanks to the poster above his bed; Fox as the a big manly man, certainly more buff than he was in reality, breeding that Sharpclaw from the poster, taking over his tribe of weaker, effeminate man... who where mostly filled with familiar faces such as Falco, Wolf and other canines more his age (and taste) from the academy.

It was incredibly self indulgent, but when it came to recurring wet dreams, it was his favorite, not that he'd ever tell anyone about it; Not even the few times he screwed Falco he let even a hint of his fantasizing of the bird as a subby bitch out in the open. It was just a dream, he told himself, nothing to dwell on.

"So, why am I not part of it?"

His nose twitched in reality, a foul smell creeping in even through the covers; In the dream he saw a mud(?) covered Slippy, in the same skimpy tribal outfits the others wore, dripping with what fox imagined as sweat.

"Or me?" Asked a snot covered Peppy, his body exaggeratedly old and disgusting, despite the fact that Fox was well aware the old man looked far better than this, in his mind he always thought of him as a sort of uncle or grandpa, and that came with the low hanging balls, saggy man tits and everything.

Suddenly everyone around him looked filthy and unkempt, more figures he usually kept out of his fantasies popping up one by one, swarming with the same questions, if phrased differently:

"Why aren't we in your fantasies?" Ask Leon and Andrew.

"Do you think we're disgusting?" Asked Pigma and Pepper.

"Or are you perfectly happy dreaming of conquering 'savages' and dominating your 'sexy' teammates but there are lines you pretend you won't cross?" Asked his father and Andross, both covered in filth.

Panic starts to take over, the questions, the figures, the smells are too much, those last two figures are the final drop as the dream breaks fully into a nightmare, Fox looking down at his crotch where suddenly the Sharpclaw of his fantasies is riding his dick... covering it in shit.

And then fox wakes up with a yelp, panting and choking on the fetid air, falling off his bunk, heart beating as if it wanted to burst out of his chest; He tries to take deep breaths but the foul smells of his dreams have followed him to reality, and there is this faint droning noise he hears from the intercom speakers... he slammed his hand on it while falling off his bunk.

Gritting his teeth the vulpine pulls on military training and discipline to gather himself, the room finally stops spinning, and he realizes the warm feeling was still in his crotch and ass; A quick look and his fear is confirmed... With ears pressed tight to his skull he quickly props himself up on the bunk and turns off the intercom before awkwardly getting to his feet.

Fox McCloud had shat the bed, literally, wet it too, and was currently clad in brown and yellow briefs, his bed also having a noticeable stain; He'd made quite a mess, and chalked up the worse of the smell to that, not willing in the slightest to figure out if he was right, mind just going into damage control, he hide this...

It was a bit too late for that, not that he knew of course; His banging on the intercom had Peppy tapping into emergency security cameras to check and see if their plaything was up to no good; Even as the vulpine shook himself awake and took off the filthy undies the hare laughed and shared the feed with his companions.

They didn't even need to 'enlighten' him and he was already shitting himself... Breaking the vulpine would be too easy.

And Slippy had a good idea on how to begin trolling their former captain, all he needed was to get his already stained bedsheets.

Moments later Slippy burst into the laundry room, holding a bundle of slimy and shit stained covers in his arms, coming face to face with Fox who jumped to dunk his own stained covers and underwear into the washing machine as the door burst open, the vulpine wearing nothing but a T-shirt, tail moving to cover the damp and stained fur around his crotch and ass.

"S-Slip, knock before you come in!" Falco said, already rushing to cover his nose, obviously panicked enough that it took him a moment to register the smell, or what Slippy was carrying.

"Huh, sorry Fox, usually I'm the only one who comes by so early" The toad continues casually, stepping towards the vulpine who takes a step back.

"W-what is that?" Fox asks, gesturing to the filthy covers in Slippy's arms, trying to delay his teammate from looking into the washing machine while also trying to keep some distance.

"Same thing you threw into the washer Fox!" Slippy says with a chuckle, spreading the sheets to show the slime stains and the encrusted, semi-fresh shit still clinging to the fabric. "Evidence I shat and went myself in bed".

Fox can only gape at the blunt admission, and being shown such a disgusting sight, though perhaps gaping was the wrong reaction as he basically could taste it in the air and quickly gagged, Slippy continuing before he could say another word.

"I actually do this every night and morning, starting with dreams and accidents, but then I found out I just love getting my bed all filthy... Still I tried to hide it cuz you all seemed so clean... If I knew I had a fellow bed shitter in the crew It would have been such a relief... and well, now I know there is one!" He says with pride, stepping closer to fox, sheets still spread, the vulpine sweating in disbelief, backing himself against the laundry room's wall, bumping his head on a shelf.

"I'm~I'm not" He is cut off by the toad, stepping closer, presence and spread filthy fabric cornering Fox like hunted prey.

"I bet all those comments about me smelling where cuz you're insecure right!? You actually like how nasty I smell when I dont wash, probably got a hard on every time you sniffed me, well... if you want you can sniff my sheets..." Slippy comes closer, and Fox feels himself almost going into fight or flight mode "but only if you let me sniff yours first!

The toad pivots and reaches into the washer to pull out Fox's sheets and undies, clearing the way to the door, even if his huge slimy ass still took quite the amount of space; the vulpine no longer thinking of hiding his accident, instead just using the opening to bolt for the door with babbled incoherent excuse, not noticing at first, or too panicked to care, that he had slapped the toad's ass in his rushed exit, the wet clap echoing down the great fox's halls as he left.

It was only then that Fox realized Slippy had been completely naked too...

As for Slippy, left alone, simply took his time bringing up Fox's undies and slurping at the shit stains at the back while using his own messy sheets to start masturbating his gigantic slimy member, taking his time following his captain out into the hall.

---

Fox just ran, he didn't even know where he was going, everything a blur, mind a panicked chaotic mess, enough for him to forget he was practically naked, and for the foul smells filling his ship, his home, to be numbed out; When he finally snapped out, he had gotten over to the common room, where he was sitting on a very smelly couch, panting like crazy.

Was he still dreaming? A few pinches and no, it seemed he was well awake, so this was no weird nightmare... Were the smells real though? When did the great fox start to smell so much like a septic tank, and this sofa...

When he lifted himself off to look down at it, he could only gulp at all the stains... and he'd been sitting on it just moments ago.

"Has to be a bad dream, the kind pinching won't wake you up from... or..." He muttered to himself, only to finally realize he was not alone in the room, A smiling avian looking over from the mini-kitchen side of the commons room, dressed in nothing but his jacket, beak stained with fresh food.

"Yo, you having weird dreams too?" He says just as the microwave pings, Falco carefully takes out the hotdog from inside and steps towards Fox while blowing on it, taking a bite as he approaches the sofa, the savory smell of the food mixing with the foul smell of the sofa; The vulpine pinches his nose as he looks Falco up and down, mind still enough of a mess that all he manages to blurt out is

"Why are you naked?"

"Why are you?" Falco returns with a half full beak, gulping down his food before adding "We fucked enough that it shouldn't be an issue, besides it seems like everyone is going naked today, Slippy was too when I saw him leave his room, so I just decided not to bother with pants today, specially after the dream I had."

Fox watches him warily, trying to get a hold of his thoughts... Yeah, him and Falco did casually fuck in the past, and he knew the bird liked to sleep naked sometimes... maybe this wasn't so weird... Still, the sofa smelled, it smelled bad enough that even Falco should be noticing it, but the bird was just casually eating... And... Wait... Did Falco smell too?

"Yo, Fox, you still sleeping? Wanna hear about my dream or not?" Falco snaps him out of it, leaning forward, the smell of food fresh in his breath, not just the hotdog but other stuff, Fox never took Falco to be such a glutton before... Still, with a shake of his head and some nervous re-positioning away from the filthy stained couch, Fox answered.

"S-sorry, still a bit out of it, what was that about a dream?"

Falco stepped even closer to Fox, still talking often with a beak half full, bits of food and spit flying in the vulpine's face as he was slowly and subtly cornered by the avian.

"Well, it was this weird but fun dream, We had crashed or something on Dinosaur planet..." The bird smirks, knowing of Fox's bunk-top poster, it was meant specifically to needle at his companion's perceived tastes "You guys all got kidnapped by an evil dino sorcerer dude and I had to rescue you all, got to fuck plenty of dino ass, which was nice even though they didn't have the best hygiene"

He noticed Fox getting increasingly nervous but kept going "When I finally rescued you guys the big bad had literally married you, you were in a stained wedding dress and everything, stained cuz he also had been using you guys as a toilet..."

Fox gagged and looked ready to say something, or bolt, but Falco, being done with his snack, put his arms against the wall, on either side of Fox, only now the vulpine noticing he had been backing up into it... And only then he noticed, as it poked at his crotch, that Falco's dick was rock hard, and looking rather unclean, smelling unclean too, now that he focused on it.

"But the bad guy had put some sort of spell on you guys, making you just beg for cock and shit, only way to break it was to fill my gullet with a special potion and meal and feed it to you daddy bird stile" He licks his messy beak evily "Throwing up~"

He is cut off as Fox gags and openly vomits in Falco's face before tackling the bird aside and rush-stumbling away, gagging and vomiting as he went; The avian meanwhile, just cleaned his eyes, licked his beak of vulpine vomit with a moan of pleasure, and set about masturbating while rubbing the mess into his feathers and beak.

---

Fox stumbled towards the bridge, eyes tearing up from how much he vomited, his shirt stained green-yellow as he slowly removed it and used what bits of it remained clean to wipe his fur before throwing it aside, not caring he was fully naked as he stepped into the bridge and was hit in the face with the foul stench inside, as well as the sight of Peppy's old, but firm (and sexy, though he'd never admit) backside... Stained black-brown with shit, the old hare sitting with legs spread in one of the stools at the front command panel.

"W-why... what is going on?" The vulpine mumbles out as the hare swivels his stool around to greet fox with a snot covered and literal shit eating grin, he had taken this back-aching seat specifically to give fox the view and then do that, after all (nevermind the fact his old back was hurting like crazy by now, it was worth it!)

"Nothing much, Slippy and Falco are just trolling you" He says before casually picking at a nostril.

"Then... This is all a joke? You... you too?" Fox says, almost starting to laugh from the sheer absurdity of it.

"No, not really; The way they approached you was a joke, meant to tease you indirectly and stuff, Slippy insisted... but I'm too old to play games... We all just love filth" He hops down from the stool and stretches with a noticeable creaking noise.

"Falco found out he was into vomit play a few days ago, daddy bird and all... He tried his moves on Slippy and not only did both of them found they were found of shit too, our shy Toad friend finally decided to stop being shy about his normally disgusting body and the tastes he hid for so long" Peppy continues, enjoying the glare of disbelief he was getting from fox as he told the... half-true story... While also casually running the same finger he had shoved on his nose, now covered in snot, over the shit covered stool, taking the mixture and rubbing it on his crotch fur, right over the graying darker patch of pubes.

"The two of them approached me last night, and... well... I stopped denying my own tastes too... The stuff Pigma worked so hard to make me and your dad comfortable with, but we were always so ashamed." He says, taking slow steps towards Fox, giving the baffled vulpine a sultry look.

"You don't have to be ashamed either, you know... Stop letting preconceptions make you so disgusted at it all, I know a canine, vulpine... whatever, would not have tolerated how bad things smelled lately if he wasn't even a bit into it, that you noticed the filthy smells even as Falco and then Slippy tried to hide it, delay you finding out..." The hare is soon inches from Fox, looking up slightly at the taller youngster.

"Just stop lying to yourself, and give Grandpa Peppy a kiss" he says and then pulls up phlegm from deep within his throat with a raspy gurgling noise before going in for a kiss.

Fox... just runs, one second he is there, paralyzed in front of the old man as his mind made sense of it all, the next everything is blank and he is just instinctively running for the hangar... hands covering his hard cock to keep it from bouncing too much, and to deny to himself that he actually found it a bit hot; Deny, Deny, Deny... That was all in his mind, this wasn't real, a hallucination, an enemy trick, a nightmare...

It would all get better once he got on his airwing and got the shit... the fuck... the non lewd-curse word variant out of here.

In his panic, it did not occur to him that the team's mechanic was among the filth crazies he was now trying to avoid, it did not occur to him that his airwing had oddly been left ready to launch either, all he cared about was fleeing.

He'd completely forgotten about his nudity too... At least until his bare ass rubbed into the Airwing's seat and the canopy sealed, the familiar sensation bringing him slightly back to reality; A familiar sensation because the vulpine actually was used to masturbating in his cockpit, having a weird kink for it; And that connection to his own 'shameful' kink, the sensation, and Peppy's words finally snapped him out of his panic... Only long enough to realize the controls were completely locked and the canopy had been sealed.

He only had time to literally think "wait, Slippy's in charge of the airwings!" before two small hatches opened in place of some of the controls, which had apparently been stripped off, and started literally hosing fox down with warm sloppy shit; It took a few moments of gagging, sputtering and banging on the canopy while trying to avoid getting any of it on his face for him to realize it was not just shit, he could smell the acrid smell of vomit, make out some yellow-ish goo mixed in the mess, the familiar smell of Slippy's slime and even the scents of the crew urine (which he could tell apart, thanks to his vulpine nose, something he hated having right now, and which filled his mind with a little bit of doubt, maybe he did enjoy this kind of stuff he had memorized what each member's urine scent-markings were like)

He derailed that train of thought when it led to the realization his airwing was likely linked to the ship's septic tanks right now, hence the smell of his own urine mixed into it all.

Shaking his head as he banged his knuckles bloody on the canopy, he pushed all thoughts aside, any pride he still had, gagging and heaving, sure he would be adding to the mess with his own vomit if he still had anything but empty bile to put out; Instead his tears, drool and snot as he ugly cried from the overwhelming disgust and scents were all that he added to it, begging to be let out, begging the flood to stop even as the airtight cockpit filled up to his chest.

It was when the disgusting mushy-watery mess was up to his shoulders that it finally stopped, the vulpine keeping his muzzle up as he took pained breaths, slowly, but unwillingly, relaxing his body into the septic bath as he tried to think of a way out, tried to... tried to something...

He was too desperate to think of what, until the canopy of his airwing went black... A transmission being projected directly into each facet of the cockpit not covered in shit; Speakers behind his head sounding loud and clear with Slippy's gleeful voice.

"Hmm, what I wouldn't give to trade places with you... can't wait till we gather enough that I can turn my own airwing into a private swamp."

Fox yelled in response.

"Hmm, what was that? We can't hear you, dumb bitch! Can see you but not hear you; Well, I can see you, Peppy is a bit busy being my seat for disobeying my orders and not trolling you, and Falco much prefers a view of my crotch as he gags on my dick, don't you? Birdy?" Fox could hear Falco gag a 'yes' through the speaker, along with wet noises; He'd be horribly surprised and shocked at how dominating and mean Slippy was being, if his mind could still handle feeling such shock.

"Anyways, old toilet seat here told me he went ahead and explained things to you, though he did leave some stuff out, namely that we got a little... help breaking out of our silly shells and becoming the filth hounds we were always meant to be"

As he speaks the black screens projected into the canopy slowly break into the opening of some sort of TV show.

"Remember the transmission we were sent to investigate? Well, daddy bird here was the first to get to see what it really was, then he showed me next... you get it dont you?... The program that is about to play for you..." One of the speakers cut to audio of the show, the other remaining Slippy's voice.

"It did wonders for our silly dumb minds, and we all got to thank not only master Bebop for it, but a certain familiar Pig for being the one to first find and contact master Bebop" the toad chuckled and let out a fart, Fox not helping but picturing the act with Peppy's face between the engineer's cheeks "And this last episode is special, just for you, because we left you for last... and because the masters tracked down some..." Fox goes wide eyed as the stage to the show fades in. "Special guests..." The other speaker cuts to audio from the program too, and though every bit of reason he still has (for what little that is) tells him not to watch it, Fox can't help but stare at the projection... A familiar older vulpine, one he hasn't seen in years, being fondled by a traitorous greasy pig, licking his nose, begging to be used... And an old monkey, a familiar wannabe mad scientist and dictator, laying on a counter covered in shit, another pig, this one with a purple mohawk, rubbing it in him, making the old monkey moan.

Fox knew he should not watch, but he did.

---- Another time, Another place ----

A bell chimed as the four stepped outside of the portal and into the fancy chinese-style restaurant lobby, a few of the anthros, mutants and aliens occupying the bar or waiting room turning to look or at the very least sniff at them; A few recognized them as the famous (or infamous) startoad team, formerly starfox, VIPs in this place.

And if they didn't they just needed to check the big picture hanging on the wall with all four of them sharing a shit-log sandwich straight from the owner's ass.

True to their status, the Triceratops (not a triceraton, as some might think, but an anthro from a dinosaur planet in an adjacent universe to the one the VIP's hailed from) clad in nothing but latex gloves, boots and a nice bow tie who was working as a receptionist rushed to greet them and lead them inside.

Leading the way and being a handful was Fox, the filth encrusted vulpine drooling like a feral dog, wearing nothing but a collar like one too, far too eager to sniff at other guests or the receptionist's ass and pits, or getting handsy with them; Nothing a rough tug on his leash did not fix, though he would whine and insist he was not being a bad boy when it happened.

Holding his leash, at first, was a now chubby Falco; The blue bird having gained quite a bit of weight due to his desire to always be full and ready to feed his teammates, even if sometimes his vomit went unused (some dietary supplements from their masters helping him keep healthy despite all the vomiting he usually did regardless); he dressed slightly fancier, with a jockstrap, a jacket and a scarf, which not coincidentally matched the minimum dress code for the cooks at this restaurant, the avian passing off the leash to the next member of their team so he could go greet the head chef, Master Bebop, in the kitchens directly... maybe contribute some of his vomit for the dishes, after all, his vomit was some premium shit... The bird remaining as cocky as ever, even if in a different regard other than piloting..

Up next was the old man, Peppy; Tired looking but happy, he wore soiled trunks, his team jacket, a scarf of his own and quite a bit of jewelry, two studded cartoony Pigma faces adorning his nipples, a 'wedding' Ring pierced through his nose, attached to a chain that pulled his face into a piggish parody, going behind his head and down his back, all the way to a ring around his tail; He had the honor of being one of Lord Pigma's 'wives' of course, and had been the one to suggest (or at the least pass along the suggestion) that the team come commemorate the anniversary of Lylat's fall in the Pigma owned restaurant.

He bowed and greeted a few fans, but mostly just followed their guide up towards the VIP rooms, wanting to be reunited with his 'husband' and, more importantly, not wanting to anger the final member of the team.

Slippy "The Slimy Terror" Toad was the last in line, but not in hierarchy, the team was now named after him, after all; The amphibian was slimier than ever, even growing some moss-like pubes to go with his new musclegutted shape, whatever the toad gained in muscle mass since he took over as the latex daddy of the team, doubled in fat; Latex daddy was also an apt descriptor to him, as he wore something matching their triceratops guide in addition to a see-through latex leotard, always filled with shit at the back, stained yellow-white at the front where his foul dick hung half hard against the fabric, as if inside a condom, the whole set matched with studded gloves and boots and a belt from which hung a blaster and a whole gadget belt worth of tools and, well, gadgets.

In the time since the once shy toad had grown quite the reputation for being one of the roughest, filthyest fuckers around, so only the thoughest or more confident of customers at the restaurant even dared to look his way, and this was just as he liked it.

The toad grinned as their guide opened the door to the private room where the team's piggy sponsor waited. The amphibian just grabbed the dino by the horns as they walked in.

"You're gonna worship my ass some" Was all the reasoning he gave as he took seat in one of the stools, pushing his ass back, shoving the Triceratops's face back there, the dino remaining in position, rubbing his face in the mess, worshiping it as ordered as the toad glared over at the fat, greasy pig, sitting in a bunch of cushions, getting worshiped by his harem of 'wives', a few familiar faces such as the former starwolf members and andross among many new or old-but unfamiliar ones, All sharing the nose piercing that Peppy now wore, the hare rushing to join the others in worship; Fox too, but in the air headed vulpine's case he was just always horny to worship someone filthy.

Regardless, the two dominant men exchanged a glance across the table and started to grin, then laugh uproariously.

Pigma out of an evil sense of humor, STILL finding it ever amusing what the 'goody two shoes' Starfox team had become under his control.

Slippy because he had long since shaken off any brainwashing that would have made him submissive to Pigma, having taken his new position of his own free will; Something the dumb pig across from him still failed to realize.

And while the two men laughed together (yet at each other) Falco walked in accompanied by their far more good natured master, the ever jovial Bebop, the two (and a few skimpily dressed bird waiters) Bringing in platefuls of pizza, with every flavor from smegma to vomit.

And Bebop was more than happy to join his VIPs and provide more 'condiments if needed.