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The General's Musk Slave

For Timelord Dragon

By Draconicon

"Bring him to me."

The Sharpklaw soldiers were quick to react to their General's commands, and they grabbed Fox by the arms before he could raise his staff to fight them. It was stripped from him in seconds, thrown to the ground and left behind as they dragged him towards the larger lizard on the platform. The queen of the Cloudrunners lay prostrate upon the ground, choked nearly to death before he'd interfered.

Shoved to his knees before the larger dinosaur on his throne, Fox looked up at him, measuring him like he would any other opponent. The tribe's general was a massive male, standing more than double his height, and he had a mean looking hook for a hand. Though he wore armor, the dinosaur left his limbs uncovered, and his feet bare. No matter where Fox cast his eyes, he couldn't see a spot that wasn't strong, where muscles didn't bulge at the General's movements.

He gulped. This was not going to be easy.

"Who are you, mammal?"

"I'm Fox McCloud, leader of the Star Fox team. And you are -"

"General Scales, dictator and tyrant of Dinosaur Planet. What is this Star Fox team?"

"A group of mercenaries that are going to deal with you before you cause any more harm."

"Mercenaries? Maybe I can use you."

"Fat -"

The general gestured at his men, and Fox was pushed forward. His kneepads protected his legs as he was slid across the floor until he was between the general's legs. Scales' armored skirt was half lifted, and from this angle, he could see more than he wanted to beneath it. A wet length was slowly spilling out from its hiding place, and the scent was already spreading out, filling his nose with a rank odor of sweat and sharp musk.

He shook his head even as Scales grabbed him by an ear. Yelping as he was dragged along, he was pulled down until his muzzle was pressed under the metal skirt. The smell of slightly rusted iron mixed with the strong musk pouring off of the dinosaur's crotch, and he gagged.

"Breathe it in, furred one. You'll be begging for more soon."

Growling, Fox wrenched his head from side to side, but there was no way that he could get away from the general's grip. Any movement beyond an inch to one side or another felt like it was going to pull his ear right off of his head, and each breath just felt...wrong. The smell was like the inside of the locker room on the Great Fox after a long mission, but even that hadn't been as bad as this.

Despite the distaste he had for the scent, he could feel something else building. The mercenary shook his head, trying to clear it and not think about it, but it was impossible to ignore. His pants were starting to swell, bulging in the front with each successive breath. It started as little more than a twitch, but it got worse and worse. Soon, it started to grow upwards, rather than just getting firmer, and he whimpered as he was pulled in even closer, his nose dragging against the general's crotch.

"Rip his armor apart."

As Scales held him down, the rest of his soldiers worked quickly to remove Fox's body armor. They made quick work of it, their sharp talons ripping through equipment that was designed to take bullets, but not claws. Fox growled as it was pulled away in pieces, slowly exposing him until he was completely nude before the large dinosaur.

After his boots came off, the general finally pushed him back. Fox gasped for air, sucking in the odorless - comparatively - air as he was freed, rapidly shaking his head to try and clear the musky scents from his nose and his thoughts.

"It's already working, mammal."

"What are you talking about? Ugh!"

"You're already becoming my slave."

The general gestured at the fox's crotch, and Fox shuddered. He didn't have to look down to know how hard he was; it was already throbbing more than Cornerian Vixens Weekly could get him. Still, he fought against the Sharpklaw that held him back.

Standing up, Scales walked over him. Literally standing above the fox, the general adjusted his armor so that it was over Fox's head like a lampshade, and then squatted down. Fox was trapped between the dinosaur's thighs, his muzzle caught between green scaled legs and pinned in place. Even the option of breathing through his mouth was denied him, as the general squeezed his legs together to hold his mouth shut.

And so the torture began. The musk filled his nose again, and this time the source of it was much closer. The general's shaft was slick and almost slimy, having just come out of his body, and it drooled over his face as it throbbed with perverse arousal. The vulpine growled, but it only seemed to make the dinosaur harder, and leak more.

The scent filled his senses, some of the goo slipping from the dinosaur's cock rushing down his face and past his lips. He tried to spit it out, but the flavor remained in his mouth, an echo of the smell that saturated his nose. He huffed and puffed, trying to blow the smell out of his nose, but it rushed back full force, and filled his lungs as well as his mind as he tried to ignore it.

Sometime later - he didn't know how much - he realized that he was starting to breathe it in faster, snuffling for it rather than just tolerating it. Fox snorted, but as soon as he pushed it out of his nose, he sniffed it up again. He had just willingly tried to get more.

"Heh, you understand now, Star Fox? Keep breathing. You will lose yourself soon enough."

He wanted to deny what the general said, but there was no denying. Already he was breathing faster, sucking in more of the scent as if it were a drink to him. His hands tensed into fists behind him, but not trying to escape. They wanted to reach around, wanted to grab hold of his own throbbing erection and tend to it.

Minutes later, the general pulled back. Fox gasped for breath, but strained forward, his nostrils flaring as he tried to catch more of the scent.

"What...what did you do to me?"

"It is our scent, mammal. It binds anyone. You want it now, don't you?"

It was too obvious to deny. He nodded.

"Then tell me about this Star Fox team. Everything."

"No way in hell."

"Fine. I'll just wait."

Scales leaned back, and the way that his armor shifted put his shaft on display once more. Fox groaned, his body burning up with need. Even the residual musk in the air around him after being held down there didn't cut it. He bit his lip, trying to hold back.

He lasted all of three minutes before he started spilling the beans. The general smiled at him. He hated himself for it, but he just hoped that it had earned him more of the scent.

The End