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The Hunger of Scales By: FT2k4 Chapter 2: Visiting an Old Friend One hour after General Scales eats Fox McCloud Falco Lombardi, the ace pilot of the famous StarFox team had left to become a freelancer due to the growing boredom and tensions between himself and Fox McCloud. But, as he had found with the StarFox team, there was no work for a freelance mercenary that involved something that would benefit anyone other than himself. Plus, he feared that he'd be a traitor to Corneria by accepting missions from their enemies and would probably find himself being shot down by his best friend. So, Falco did what he did on the Great Fox, and that was coast through space, fighting off boredom anyway he could. Unfortunately, there was a lot less to do in an Arwing and the small cargo ship he managed to find and repair on Zoness. Now, he was coasting through the outer rim of the Lylat System, watching the stars go past and thinking about old times with his former teammates. As he thought about the days back in the Academy, he sighed and glanced over at the picture of himself, Fox, Slippy, and Bill Grey from a day at the Academy. Fox's father took the photo a few months before he was killed by Andross. Each person featured in the photograph had a copy of it, Falco keeping his closer to himself now due to the loneliness he now faced every day. Falco remembered the treehouse Fox's father had built in their backyard where they played games, often with Bill. The avian smirked and sighed, slowly piloting the ship to explore the outer rim further. But something had caught his attention. Just to the left of him, his radar began to ping as it was picking up a large craft not far from his current position. Falco looked out the window of his ship and saw the large craft floating above a planet that seemed to be falling apart. From his position, he couldn't pick out what it was, but it did look familiar. Falco turned back to his console and typed in a few keys, initiating a scan of the unknown vessel. The results that came back made him smile. The vessel was the Great Fox, and it was orbiting the planet, not passing it. Falco decided it was time to visit some old friends, so he changed course and headed towards his former flagship. Meanwhile, on the Great Fox, Slippy and Peppy were getting worried. Fox had not responded in well over an hour and the flight path suggested that it'd take ten minutes for Fox to reach the surface and make contact. As if their problems couldn't get any worse, the alarm system went off. Slippy was the first to reach the radar console, which was picking up on an unidentified ship closing in fast. As Slippy ran a scan, Peppy looked out the bridge window to see if he could spot the ship. He jumped when he heard Slippy scream. "It's a Venomian class cargo ship! But it dates back to the Lylat War! I think it might be rebels!" Slippy exclaimed, bringing up the results on the hologram screen. Peppy looked over the data and rubbed his chin. "Slippy, go the armory and grab some automatic blasters. I'll try to contact Fox again and let him know of the situation if I can get through to him. Hopefully, he'll be able to arrive on time...if I can get to him." Peppy said softly, waddling over to the communications console. Slippy nodded and turned towards the door leading to the main hallway. He panted and ran as fast as his stubby legs could carry him towards the armory, anticipating explosions and gunfire to ring out any moment. Peppy tried desperately to get through to their leader, but again there was no response. Peppy checked on the Arwing's stats, which showed nothing out of the ordinary, except it was on autopilot and rapidly losing fuel cells. The first thing Peppy thought was Fox was out of the ship and inside an area that made communication impossible. He had hoped that was true and that Fox was currently trying to find a place where he could communicate with his team again. Peppy sighed and heard the door open again. Slippy dropped two machine guns on the floor and leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Before Peppy could turn and grab a gun, ROB piped up. "Incoming transmission from enemy ship. Code 5." The electronic voice announced. This took Peppy by surprise. "Code 5 is a friendly, casual transmission code. Are you sure that's what they sent?" Peppy asked, rubbing his chin. "Affirmative." The robot responded. Peppy thought about a decision while Slippy sat on the cold floor. "Let it through." The robot beeped and pressed a few buttons on his console and the hologram protector sprung to life. What happened next surprised even ROB. Falco's head popped up with a smirk on his beak. "Hey guys? How's it going? I see from the wingtip lights that you're in distress mode. Did I scare you or somethin'?" Falco asked with a chuckle. Slippy smiled while Peppy wasn't too happy. "Falco! What are you doing in a Venomian cargo ship?" He asked, pointing at the floating head protection. Falco looked just as confused. "Venomian? I just found a trashed cargo ship on Zoness and brought her back to life. Had no idea it was a Venomian class ship." The bird responded. Peppy sighed and folded his arms. "That would do it. Looking to board, Falco?" Peppy asked, his ears flickering. The head nodded. "Yeah. I'm already in my Arwing. I can't figure out how to fix the communications console on this ship, so I'm using the Arwing's." Falco answered. Peppy nodded and told ROB to open up the hangar for Falco dock. ROB responded with typing in a few keys. "Hangar is open. Waiting for Arwing #000423 to board. Registered owner, Falco Lombardi. Access code 43J39. Also, scanners indicate that Arwing #000032, registered owner Fox McCloud, is running low on fuel." ROB reported, causing Peppy to blink. "Slippy, do you happen to reset ROB's personality?" Peppy asked. Slippy looked back and chuckled nervously. "Oops." Falco smirked as he watched the video of Peppy chasing Slippy around the bridge. "Things haven't changed a bit." "So, he went out on the mission and hasn't reported back yet?" Falco asked with his arms folded. Peppy nodded and sighed. "I'm afraid so. There's been no contact for almost two hours now. Pepper said there was only a small number of places Fox could be where he wouldn't be able to communicate with us, and we were told that would last up to ten minutes or so." Peppy said, fixing the glasses on his muzzle. Falco smirked. "Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you guys?" Peppy slapped Falco's beak. "His co-ordinates indicate that his ship hasn't even landed on the surface yet! There are spots in the space surrounding Dinosaur Planet that prevent communication, but his ship is in autopilot. Something's wrong." Peppy replied, sighing. Falco nodded and turned towards the radar console. "Where are the Arwing's co-ordinates?" He asked. Slippy pointed them out and Peppy piled on the bad news. "He's got about 5 minutes of fuel left. If he's still in the ship, he'll be floating out in space for the rest of his life." Falco sighed and looked at ROB. "Refuel my ship. I'm going out there. If Fox is still in that ship, I'm getting him out of there." Falco exclaimed, fixing the sunglasses down over his eyes. The bird sighed and fixed the jacket he was wearing. "You'll die. You know there's no oxygen in space!" Peppy shouted. Falco growled and pointed at the screen. "Get better glasses. Those co-ordinates say he's in the atmosphere, just a few miles above the planet's surface. If his ship runs out of fuel, he won't be floating in space! He'll fall straight into the planet." Falco shouted back. Peppy sighed and folded his arms. "Fine. Go on a rescue mission. Ship-to-ship rescues have a low success rate, you're more likely to kill yourself than save Fox. I say we wait here until Fox communicates with us. He wouldn't stay in his ship with low fuel." Peppy replied, pointing at the radar screen. "But where would he have gone?" Falco asked. Before Peppy could respond, Slippy had spoken up, pointing at another screen showing the chunks of the planet. "Fox's co-ordinates show that he's close to a large structure that looks like a palace. Also, there's another unidentified ship heading close to there. If it went on a linear path, it would have passed right by Fox's ship. That means Fox could either be in that building, or in that ship." Slippy reported, looking happy. Falco didn't wait any longer. Before long, he was out of the Great Fox and heading towards the planet. ********** Falco groaned as the rainwater hitting the canopy of his ship that prevented him from getting a clear view of his surroundings. The lightening bolts that struck pretty close to the Arwing made it even worse. Falco's ship was on autopilot, heading straight for Fox's Arwing. Fear began to rise in Falco as he thought about the possible outcomes, most of them ending with Fox's death. As the Arwing came into view, Falco's heart raced and without thinking, he put his Arwing into a boost to reach the ship faster. Falco lets out his first sigh of relieve when a small scan of the Arwing revealed it was empty. Then, something happened that would have made Falco scream had Fox still been inside. The ship began to plummet to the ground miles below as it ran out of fuel and could not move any longer. Falco sighed and continued on, his next target being the ship they had picked up not too long ago. At first, Falco was expecting another military class cargo ship, but what appeared before him surprised him. It was a pirate ship, only with a few minor adjustments to make it float into the air. And to make matters worse, it was hostile. Falco swerved to avoid two fireballs that shot out from the rear of the ship from two dragon-shaped cannons. Falco growled and returned fire with a laser barrage, taking out one cannon while the other continued to spew flaming rocks at him. Falco did a quick barrel roll, causing the ball to pass beside his wing. The bird lined up his sights with the second cannon and unleashed another barrage of lasers. He smirked when it burst into flames. Finally, the ship raised up, introducing Falco to a large series of blades, which must have been propellers. Falco held back on firing due to the fact that Fox might be on the ship. Blowing it out of the sky wouldn't be good for either of them. So, Falco climbed higher to get above the ship and followed the same procedure Fox had used. He set the ship into a looping autopilot sequence and hopped on board the ship from above. He shouted in pain as he landed on the slippery deck, causing him to fall on his side. He barely had enough time to roll away from an oncoming crate that was slipping across the deck. The falcon slowly rose to his feet and looked up the large staircase in front of him. A chirping alerted him to a baby dinosaur in a cage, which looked at Falco curiously. It then looked down at the blaster pistol in the holster on Falco's leg. Falco turned his attention towards an opening at the top of the stairs. Cautiously, Falco drew his pistol and slowly proceeded inside. He found himself in what looked like an ancient bridge that was contained in a motorized dinosaur head. Just to his left was a staircase leading down into the lower levels. Not seeing anyone at the bridge, Falco carried on down the stairs. He found himself in a hallway full of doors, each indicating what was behind him. There were doors that led to bunks, stairwells leading to a kitchen and, from what the sign seemed to indicate, a dungeon, and a few bathrooms. Falco sniffed a bit and smelled a very familiar scent. Coming from one of the bunks, Falco could smell a strong scent of arousal, as well as the familiar scent of his best friend, Fox McCloud. Without hesitation, Falco raised his pistol and kicked open the door. His eyes widened as he saw a large reptile lying naked in bed, sporting a bulging stomach that moved every few seconds. Falco's jaw dropped as he took it in, the smell of Fox in this room and apparently coming from the reptile itself. Had he not been so shocked, he would have shot the reptile in the head. The reptile's eyes opened and looked at the intruder standing in the doorway. It growled and jumped out of bed, charging towards the bird. Before Falco could even react, he was grabbed by the neck and forced into the wall. "Who are you?!" The reptile bellowed in a booming voice. Falco whimpered as he smelled his friend on the reptile's breath. "Falco Lombardi. Who are you and what have you done with my friend?!" Falco demanded, squirming in the reptile's grip. He chuckled and stared deep into Falco's eyes. "I am General Scales, ruler of Dinosaur Planet. Is your...friend....named..."Fox McCloud"?" He asked with a grin. Falco nodded and gulped. "Yes. That is his name. What have you done to him?" The bird asked, not even realizing he was still holding his gun. Scales chuckled and licked his lips. "We had a fun time...he's got a nice rear, your friend. My cock was pleased to be inside it. And your friend was pleased to get inside me...most delicious meal I've ever eaten. Your friend has quite the flavor!" Scales taunted, laughing as loud as he could. Falco gasped and looked down at Scales' stomach. "You ate him?!" He nodded again and bared his teeth, licking over them with a tongue. "Yes, I did. But don't worry, he's alive. He's now my slave and I will release him from my belly when I get back to the base." General Scales explained before tossing Falco onto the bed. "But for you...Falco...I must teach you a lesson about trespassing on my ship!" He growled, slamming the door shut with his tail. Falco groaned and dropped the pistol as he landed on the bed. Before he could react, Scales was on him again, pinning him to the bed. "Now, are you going to remove your clothes, or do I have to rip them off?" He asked. Falco was confused. "What? Why do you want me to take off my clothes?" Scales didn't answer, but instead, he used his clawed hand to shred Falco's clothing, using his paw to rip the shredded material from his body. The avian was amazed that the act hadn't caused any cuts to his body. Now he was lying naked under the large dinosaur. "Let's see if your rump is as good as Fox's." Falco's eyes shot open and he let out a scream as Scales forced his cock into Falco's ass, stretching it open widely and sending pain shooting up through Falco's inside. "OW! Get that out of me right now!" Falco cried out, shivering as Scales didn't listen and thrusted back and forth into the avian's tailhole. Falco whimpered and looked back once he felt Fox's body sliding up and down his back. Scales had leaned over and his stomach was pushing into his body. The dinosaur let out a lustful growl as he forced his way into Falco, placing his claws on his hips. The bird almost passed out once Scales used his strong muscles to flip Falco onto his back, twisting his tailhole around the General's cock. Falco's legs were now around Scales' hips and his hands were digging into the bed. Falco raised his head from the bed and closed his eyes while Scales gripped the birds hips, pushing Falco onto his cock as he continued to thrust into him. Falco was no stranger to this, but he had only been under a male once in his life. And that male was a lot smaller than the General. Falco was sure he was bleeding inside his ass, but Scales continued to assault the bird. Falco whimpered and begged for the General to stop, but Scales wouldn't stop. The reptile was getting pleasure from the falcon's pleas, digging into his sides as he forced himself deeper into the bird's tailhole. "Hmm...not as good as Fox. But you're a lot more fun vocally. Fox loved his sex with me..." He said, chuckling while grinding his Fox filled stomach into Falco's chest. Inside the stomach, Fox was woken up from the movement of the General and could feel a familiar sensation rubbing against him. The voices outside told him what was happening. "Falco? Is that you?" He asked, pressing his face into the stomach walls. Falco's eyes went wide as he saw Fox's face appear in the dinosaur's stomach, reaching up to touch it. "Fox! Tell him to stop, please!" Falco begged, tears rolling down his cheeks as the pain from the rape continued to grow. Fox lowered his ears and sighed. "I'm sorry, Falco. I can't. He's my Master, I can't order him around." Scales chuckled and gave an extra hard thrust into Falco, making him screech in utter agony. "Even your friend can't help you now!" Falco closed his eyes and wished for the ordeal to be over. As Scales sped up, it felt like the cock wasn't even leaving his innards as it pushed in and out of the tight avian rear. Falco collapsed on the bed and raised his rump a little, hearing and feeling the slap of Scales' balls against his rump cheeks. His tail feathers hung low on the bed in a depressing manner, as if they too could feel and understand what Falco was going through. Scales grunted and watched his cock disappear inside the falcon's tailhole as their hips collided in a powerful thrust. Falco began tearing finger holes in the sheets as Scales continued his push inwards, the falcon crying out in pain and wishing it would stop. It was a feeling he never felt before and he hoped he would never feel it again. If he was to be mounted, he wanted it to be out of love, not violence. But to Scales, it wasn't violence he was after. It was pure domination, and that is what he was getting. Falco's cries of pain was music to his ears and as his climax approached, his lust was fueled by the bird's anguished screams. By now, the whole ship had been woken up by the bird's screams and a few had poked their heads into the room to see what was going on. Once they saw their General nailing a blue falcon, they left, not wanting to interfere and end up like the one they could see squirming in Scales' stomach. Just when Falco had given up hope that the thrusting wouldn't stop, Scales let out a massive growl and forced himself into Falco as far as he could get into the small avian, gripping his hips hard, and forcing his saurian seed into the bird. Falco let out a moaning cry as he felt the rich cum splash into his innards, flowing through his tailhole and causing him to squirm at the strange feeling. The cock slowly slipped back and forth, as if it moved like a pump to keep the seed flowing into his abused ass. Lombardi whimpered and lay back on the bed, feeling a sense of being impaled as Scales rested the thick dick inside him. He looked up at Scales and felt like Scales could lift him off the bed using only his member. The General grinned and collapsed on the bird, forcing air out of his lungs. Falco closed his eyes as he felt the rough tongue of the dinosaur slurp his face, hearing a satisfied moan coming from the large reptile. "You taste as good as your friend..." Scales said with a chuckle. As Scales stood back up and removed his cock from Falco's ass, the bird let out a yelp and curled up on the bed. Even pulling out of him was painful. Falco held his knees to his chest and whimpered, sobbing softly while his tailhole ached from the rape. Falco could feel a liquid seeping from his ass, unsure if it was semen or blood, or both for that matter. If Fox weren't in Scales' stomach, he would sure be lying next to Falco, holding him in a large hug. Falco whined and shuddered as he felt Scales standing above him. "You look very cute and delicious in that position, bird. I should take you as a slave as well." Falco whimpered and looked at the stomach of the reptile, watching the outline of Fox move around. He could only imagine what was going through his friend's mind as he had just heard and felt Scales rape his best friend. And now Falco was going to be joining Fox in the stomach of a large reptile. It sounded horrific in Falco's mind, but to Fox, it was curiously arousing. Scales reached down and grabbed Falco. "Follow me, bird." He said as he pulled Falco to his feet. Falco whimpered as standing up caused some pain to shoot through him. "I...I can't walk. It hurts." Falco admitted, rubbing his ass cheeks with a hand. Scales rolled his eyes and sighed as he turned around and scooped up Falco into his arms. "I should carry you by your neck, but we can't risk snapping the little thing, can we?" Scales taunted. Falco would have growled and snapped back at him, but he was in no mood to be arrogant. He just whimpered and closed his eyes. Scales grinned and began walked. Falco didn't know where, and didn't even care. He was just hoping this was all a dream and he'd wake up in bed on the Great Fox, sleeping next to Fox McCloud. But the past four years seemed too real to be a dream. The pain was too real as well and Falco quickly lost hope that he was living in a dream world. Scales pushed a door open with his shoulders and Falco took a look around this new room. Anyone could have told him where he was. The bird was in the ship's kitchen. But unlike most kitchens, this one did not have an oven, but instead had a roasting spit over a special ring designed to keep fire contained in the ring and not spread through out the ship. As Scales dropped Falco onto a table, the bird curled up again and whimpered. Scales returned to his torn body a short while after and positioned Falco on his arms and knees. Falco watched without that much resistance as Scales began to hog-tie Falco, the rope keeping his arms and legs bound together. The General grinned and picked Falco up by his waist, slowly working him over the roasting spit. Once in position, Scales dropped him on and reinforced the bird with a few more ropes, keeping him tightly tied to the spit. Falco knew what the General was doing and didn't even bother to try to escape. He was in too much pain to fight. Scales grinned as he looked over his soon-to-be meal and leaned down to the ring, using his flame breath, a trait most dinosaurs had on the planet, to light a fire under Falco. The avian felt the heat immediately and felt the flames licking at him. The bird closed his eyes and whimpered, wiggling softly as his body warmed up. Scales stood up and licked his lips, grabbing a section of the spit that was used as a lever and proceeded to spin the bird over the fire. Scales watched in arousal and hunger as Falco rotated over the open fire. The flames licked at his back and the avian whimpered as sweat poured down his face and body. The heat was intense and it made him feel even weaker. The fire sizzled and crackled as it burned, his natural juices producing the sizzle as they dripped off his feathers and landed in the fire. Every few seconds, Falco heard a deep sniff, followed by a loud moan. He knew Scales was smelling him, and was pleased by his scent. Scales drooled as he watched his dinner cook, each twist of the lever producing a new angle to watch the falcon cook as he spun around slowly in a circle to experience a full body cooking. Scales also kept checking to make sure the spit was held high enough over the fire as to prevent Falco from catching on fire and burning to death. Falco's talons on his feet clenched shut and his whimpers grew louder as the heat was getting to him. His mouth cried for water and his brain wanted to temporarily shut down and put Falco into a sleep-like state. Falco even asked for water a few times, but it just produced a bellowing laugh from Scales. "Drink your own juices, bird." Falco whimpered again and before long, he felt the reinforcing ropes come loose. As they fell off his body, they landed in the fire, which Scales was putting out by using his tail to dump water over it. The fire let out a loud sizzle as it died, as if it was it's own death rattle. Scales pulled the roasted falcon off the spit and dumped his body on a large platter. Falco eyed around, seeing the General tossing a red apple up and down in his claw. Falco submissively opened his jaws, just wanting to get it over with now. Scales grinned and shoved the apple into Falco's beak, which kept it wide open. The General grinned and sat at the table that sported the Falco Platter and licked his lips. He sprinkled a spice that was the planet's equivalent to salt over the bird and rubbed his already bulging stomach. "You're about to get a playmate, Fox McCloud. Just...unwrap...him when he comes down." Scales said with a laugh. Falco closed his eyes as Scales' jaws opened up to accept him into his mouth. The General tilted the plate up and let Falco slide down with a screech into his jaws. Thanks to the bird's compacted form, Scales was able to hold Falco's entire body with just his jaws, the lower half of Falco sticking out from Scales' lips. The tongue that had once been all over Fox's body was now slapping at Falco, soaking him in thick, warm dinosaur drool. Falco whimpered while Scales moaned in enjoyment of the bird's delicious flavor, closing his eyes in bliss as he devoured yet another meal. Falco felt the teeth digging into him as Scales closed his jaws tightly around the bird's form and Falco took his first look down the gullet before closing his eyes again. Scales tilted his head back and made a chomping gesture with his jaws as he swallowed, pulling the lower half of Falco's body into his mouth while the rest slipped into his throat. General Scales suckled on his treat, absorbing Falco's flavor, letting the taste dance on his palette. His taste buds swelled up in response to the delectable flavor of Falco Lombardi while his talons slowly slipped past the closing jaws as Scales reluctantly swallowed. The General's tongue pushed the rest of the bird into his gullet, creating a massive bulge that traveled down his neck and chest. It was a hard meal to get down, but the constant gulps of Scales and the pushing of the throat kept Falco on his track down the dinosaur's gullet instead of clogging up the pipe and cutting off Scales' oxygen. Scales grinned and felt a wonderful sensation as the final swallow caused Falco to plop into his stomach. His tongue lapped at his lips as his paw rubbed and patted his drum of a belly, now containing two very delicious meals. Fox watched as the tied up bird fell into the stomach in front of him. Fox whined and pulled Falco closer, untying the poor bird and removing the apple from his jaws. Fox was instantly overwhelmed with a giant hug from the bird. Falco sobbed and held onto his friend, who hugged him back and patted his back. "It's ok, you're fine. We're both fine." Fox whispered, trying to calm his friend down as they both felt Scales' paw rub over them from the outside. Falco slowly calmed down and crawled away from Fox, stretching the stomach of Scales greatly. Fox's ears dropped as he looked over the bird. He looked like hell, a mix of just getting out of the shower and looking like he hadn't slept in weeks. Fox hugged Falco and sighed softly. "What are you doing here, Falco?" He asked the bird, rubbing his back lovingly. Falco choked up an answer as he rested his head on Fox's shoulder. "I was...coasting through space and I came across the Great Fox. They were worried about you so...I tried to find you." Falco explained. Fox smiled and kissed Falco on the cheek. "Well, here I am!" They both chuckled softly and looked at each other. "Well, I guess we better work out what happened between us, huh?" Fox said with a smile as he felt Scales drift off into another nap with two large and delicious meals inside his stomach. As Scales fell asleep, his stomach cried for more, wanting many more delicious meals inside it. He let out a grin and a belch that rocked the ship and his stomach walls, hoping that his two meals had many more delicious friends for him to eat. To be continued. Next up: Scales, after two great meals, visits his arms dealer, Wolf O'Donnell. But when Wolf, secretly working for the Cornerian government, refuses to sell the weapons to Scales because he wants to pay Wolf in Scarabs, Scales unleashes a punishment on Wolf that will re-unite him with his former rival.