FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Name: Fox McCloud

Species: Fox

HP: 35/35

Corruption: 20/40

Stats:

Strength: 15 (+2)

Dexterity: 18 (+4)

Constitution: 16 (+3)

Intelligence: 14 (+2)

Wisdom: 14 (+2)

Charisma: 16 (+3)

Skills

Blaster Combat: 5

Acrobatics: 5

Stealth: 3

Escape Artist: 1

Seduction: 2

Inventory:

Blaster (2d6+2 damage per hit) (Confiscated)

Reflector (4 uses before damage, 2 further before completely dead) (Confiscated)

Headset (visor analysis and communications) (Confiscated)

Slave Uniform (loincloth, manacles, handcuffs, collar)

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Your name is Fox McCloud, though lately you've been responding more to the epithet 'bitch' than anything else, with 'slut' coming as a close second. You are a prisoner of StarWolf, kept at their new Sargasso base after you destroyed the last one, and you are currently dealing with a large dick up your ass, and a purring feline at your neck.

"Mmm...feels like you've been embracing your feminine side, Fox. Perhaps I should bring those hormones I've been keeping for Krystal down here for you," Panther whispers in your ear, stroking a clawed hand along your hips as his barbed cock continues to rake along your inner walls. You are trying to ignore it, but it's not exactly easy, even with how much you've started gaping since your imprisonment.

Naked save for a loincloth that's thrown off to the side of your waist, you hang from the ceiling by energy beams, your legs separated by similar ones coming off of the floor. Essentially in an x-frame of technology, you are easy prey for fucking, and for everyone else in the prison quarters of the Sargasso base to see through the clear force-field in front of you. Many criminals, rivals of Wolf but enemies of yours, laugh as they see you getting fucked for the umpteenth time this week.

How long have you been here? Hard to say. All you know is that it's getting harder to think of what you'll do when you leave this place, and easier to think of just how much fun it would be to submit...

Panther growls, bringing you back to reality with a harsh spank on your ass.

"Clench on me, little 'vixen,'" he whispers in your ear.

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//: I gasp out, fighting back a following moan at the spank, and I shudder at the feel of his hot breath as he whispers in my ear... I obey, clenching my hindquarters as much as I can around his thick cock, my toes curling a little at the heat that rolls through me at the sensation (end)

(Roll Constitution, DC 12)

(9+3=12)

You manage to keep from going over the edge as Panther keeps hammering away at your ass, but it feels so good to have his barbs grinding over your prostate again and again. It makes your cock ache, throbbing and dripping like a good little bitch.

Panther reaches around, the feline gripping your cock and giving it a couple of strokes. He chuckles, that deep, purring voice continuing.

"For a vixen, you have quite a long little 'clit', McCloud. Don't think that you'll be using it anymore. Your old 'friend' will be bringing a new toy for us to use, later."

You shudder at the idea of something new. So far, they've fucked you up the ass with a good number of dildos, some of them from the furthest reaches of the galaxies and imitating genitalia that you've never heard of, let alone seen. Not just that, but they've put your ass through all sorts of experiments, leaving it loose and slippery, and your rim feeling sensitive to the point of what you imagine a woman might feel down there. It makes it hard to think, particularly when Panther slams in again.

He licks the back of your ear, starting to pick up speed as he hammers into you, harder and harder. You can feel those barbs leaving little scratches inside of you, but by now, even that feels good. His balls feel so heavy as they smack against yours, too.

"Hmmm, will you cum for me, Fox? If you can hold out, I'll makes ure that Falco actually gives you a treat this time...or maybe you just want to cum first, and let your wingmate use you the way he always does..."

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//: My breathing picks up, and I feel the urge to give in, Panther's ministrations pushing me so close to the edge... I'd been highly dosed with aphrodisiacs when I first arrived, but as the weeks went on, they'd faded at least enough to let me think more clearly... the thought of Falco using me, sent a shiver through my loins, but if I could avoid it, and get the 'treat' Panther referred to, perhaps things would be easier on me... I try my best to hang on... (end)

(Roll Constitution, DC 14)

(8+3=11)

You clench and tense down on your muscles, but it proves to be a mistake. The panther's constant thrusts, his claws pulling your ass back against his cock, the barbs against your prostate are enhanced by squeezing down on him. Your cock pushes up all the more, throbbing against your belly as he fucks you, his hand clapping against your ass again and again as he gets closer and closer. Your cheeks are bright red from the abuse, and you pant and moan.

"That's it, little slut...I'm making you cum like a vixen...from being fucked."

He slams into you, and you feel your orgasm hit you like a freighter ship. It slams into you from behind, and your cock leaps, your seed flying from your cock as it always did when one of them fucked you. You can hear it hitting the floor with humiliating force, harder than it had ever done while you were jerking off, or from the rare opportunity to get one out in port or on the ship. Panther doesn't even do you the justice of cumming inside you. Instead, he pulls out and jerks off, cumming all over your cock. Even there, you can smell his scent over yours, wiping away your own masculine musk.

"There...isn't that better?"

He chuckles to himself, patting your cheek like you were a conquest of his from another planet. He shakes his head a few times.

"Such a pity that you fell so far. I would have preferred to best Wolf's rival first, but I suppose I have to settle for using you afterwards. You make a remarkable vixen slut."

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//: The humiliation burns, as it always did after being used, and I fight the urge to look away in shame, instead trying to fix Panther with the best glare I could manage, trying to give him a peek at the 'rival' he mentioned preferring... it was reflex, and I probably shouldn't have done it, but I just didn't want to appear as pathetic as I felt... (end)

(Roll Charisma, DC 13)

(6+3=9)

Unfortunately, your attempt at scaring Panther off does nothing. He chuckles at your glare, and pats your cheek again.

"I'm used to such faces. Perhaps you'll be able to intimidate Leon with that."

"Yeah, right. He's had Fox's ass too many times for that."

Panther steps to the side, letting you see Falco through the force-field. The bird looks like he's been given quite the welcome to the StarWolf team. The avian's old jumpsuit has been replaced with StarWolf colors, and he even has a new blaster with the rogue team's insignia on it. He looks like he's completely shifted sides, and from the stuff that Wolf teases you with during the off-time between missions, Falco has been flying for them while you've been left to rot.

The feline drops the field, and Falco steps inside with a large container in his hand, some sort of spray applicator. Panther chuckles.

"So, you brought it."

"Yeah. You finished?"

"Of course. And so has 'she,' of course. Heh. A gentleman always knows how to treat a lady."

"Heh, yeah, but I ain't a gentleman. Get out of here. It's my turn."

"Of course."

Panther leaves, soon leaving just you and Falco in the cell, and with the bird looking at you with a growing bulge in his pants.

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//: I gulp a little, as I'm left alone with Falco... seeing him in Starwolf attire, though it left me pissed off, I couldn't feel betrayed... I knew he was under the influence of the spray from Aquas... it had been a very... strange experience, being Falco's bitch. I'd fantasized about him before, but suddenly having him treat me this way, sent my mind reeling. "F-Falco... snap out of this, please..." I plead with him (end)

(Roll Charisma, DC 10)

(19+3=22)

Perhaps it is the passion in your voice, or perhaps the chemical control over the avian has weakened over the time that he's been here. In either case, you can see a flicker going through his eyes, almost like he's wondering what he's doing. For a moment, you have hope.

Then he walks over to you, almost robotic in the way that he's pulling at your dick, taking a cloth and washing it off. He shakes his head a few times, and you hear him hissing at you.

"Can't stop this now, buddy. Gotta finish this...then I'll talk..."

Soon, your cock is completely clear of Panther's cum, but not out of danger. You can see Falco aiming the aerosol bottle at your cock, and you can't see what it is. No matter how you turn your head, you can't see what sort of thing it is. And though he looks sorry, Falco makes no sign of trying to stop himself from spraying it on your cock.

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//: A little panic rolls through me, through the slight triumph of somewhat getting through to him... whatever was in that bottle couldn't be good, it never was here... everything meant to push me more and more into my role as Starwolf's bitch. "Falco, c'mon, don't... nobody is watching, they won't know if you don't do it!" I insist, trying to look him in the eyes... (end)

Nobody will know? Apparently you've forgotten about the whole three-story block of prisoners to your sides, in front of you, and above you. Everyone is watching the great pilot getting humiliated, and considering that Falco is still on probation with the team, there's only so much he can get away with. He whispers one more thing.

"They think I'm on their side...I think...It's hard to tell. I can't think straight half the time. But gotta do this, and then...then we'll talk."

He shakes the can, and then sprays. From the second that the chemical hits the tip of your dick, it's like it doesn't exist anymore. You can't feel the throbbing heat in it anymore, or the stiffness, or anything. Sure, you can still see your hard-on, though it's rapidly softening away, but you can't feel it as the spray goes further and further down. Even when Falco pinches the very tip of your cock, you can't feel anything. It's like you're watching him pinch someone else's cock, rather than feeling it on your own.

Finally, he covers you down to the base of your shaft, and over your balls, leaving your crotch a dead space of sensation. The minute he lets go of your dick, it flops down, looking like the impotent cock of an old man rather than the virile shaft of a young pilot.

"Nnngh...fuck. Sorry, Fox. I didn't want to, but they ordered it."

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//: I shudder, biting back a groan of dismay as I lose sensation in my cock... more humiliation, more emasculation, it was like it never ended... I fought back the panic, and focused instead on the fact that Falco was here, and actually speaking to me, as HIMSELF, rather than a loyal member of Starwolf's crew... I try to convey that I understand through my eyes, and give him the slightest of nods... (end)

He nods back, slowly circling to stand in front of you. He grabs your cock, stroking it, almost like he's giving a demonstration of how much less of a man you are now, but you can tell that he's standing between you and the camera, keeping it at his back so he can keep talking to you. Of course, it's hard to focus when you realize that you literally can't feel anything in your cock, and that no matter how much Falco strokes it, it won't harden. But you do your best.

"Wolf's mind control stuff is wearing off. He ran out a couple days ago, and I'm...I'm not back yet, but I'm getting there, bud."

He grunts, shaking his head. You can tell he's fighting off a number of different commands left in his head, and you can still see how hard he is. So much bigger than you, so much thicker, particularly now that you can't get it up. You can still remember how it felt in your ass.

"What's the plan, Fox? You want to get out of here? You been planning something, right?"

He says, in a way that suggests that he is scared that you might be broken, that you are becoming the dick-bitch that you look like. After all, you are naked, and you are gaping from so many different fucks. Your fur has been clipped in the back in an imitation of the Starwolf logo on your back, and Wolf has drawn his initials on your ass in dark marker.

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//: I swallow again as I notice his hardness, but I turn my eyes back upwards to his face... it's deeply humiliating for Falco especially to see me like this... and I wondered if perhaps that Wolf might have ordered Falco to ask this question of me, just in case... but it was my best chance. "Of course I want to get out of here... I want BOTH of us to get out of here...!" I shake my head, eyes glancing past him to make sure nobody is listening, though it's hard, as there are so many onlookers around. "Sometimes, they take me out of here to use me... maybe... maybe I can grab something while I'm out, if someone distracts them? Anything to loosen up these binds..." (end)

"No can do on the binds; they're just on or off," he says with a shake of his head, releasing your cock. He walks around you, rubbing your ass. The difference in sensation, the fact that you could feel that so clearly when your cock is completely dead to the world, makes you shiver.

(Roll Constitution, DC 12)

(18+3=21)

Thankfully, you are able to keep yourself from getting hard just from that, though you can feel your cock straining to rise right there. Falco keeps talking.

"Wolf was talking about whoring you out a bit more with the crew. Might be able to get you out of here and up there...fuck, that ass..."

You can feel his feathery fingers rubbing your ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Though Panther hadn't cum inside you, three others had, and you can feel their seed oozing out from inside of you, running down your hole and along your thighs to your bare feet. For a moment, you can feel hot breath against your hole, then Falco pulls himself back.

"Might be able to...get you up there...work on the guys...But how do we even get off the station? We only got one Arwing, unless you wanna try and steal a Wolfen. Maybe we could fit into that supply shuttle that's come in, but I don't know how to fly one of those."

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//: I bite my lip as I feel him stroking my ass, pulling them apart to watch the seed leak down... but the thought of Wolf whoring me out more, had my anxiety rising... of course, Falco was right, I might be able to get started on an escape when I was out of these bindings. "If someone takes me into the living quarters... we might be able to get into the hangar... but if they see me there, they'll know something is up..." I wondered if maybe there was a way to set off an alarm, fake an emergency in one section of the ship, and get to the Wolfen and the Arwing in the distraction... or, perhaps, find a way to sneak into that supply shuttle. If I could get my hands on a blaster, it might be a help... (end)

Falco shrugs his shoulders. He's not the guy that comes up with plans. He's the guy that helps you execute them. You feel a sudden wish for Slippy to be here right now, though a part of you is more hoping for Slippy's tongue, remembering how it felt slithering up your ass on Aquas...

As your ass clenches at the memory, Falco seems unable to resist shoving a finger inside of you, holding your ass open as he groans softly.

"Mmmph. You are just the sexiest from back here, you know. If I knew that you looked this good with your pants off, maybe I would have been on your tail instead of your wing, all this time," he whispers in your ear.

(DM's Roll, DC 14)

(12+3=15)

You can tell that Falco is under commands to use you like a bitch, but he manages to resist, this time. Barely. You can tell that he wants to, and he gives in to the urge slightly by grinding against your ass. You can feel that thick cock, almost as wide as Panther's but a good two inches longer.

(Roll Wisdom, DC 14)

(16+2=18)

You clench your mouth shut tight, avoiding begging for that cock to go sliding up your ass.

"Nnngh. I don't know if I can resist much longer, Fox. Want me to try and 'escort' you to the living quarters, or do you wanna wait until one of the other pilots calls for ya?"

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//: My cheeks burn as I realize how close I came to begging... and they only get warmer at the question. I had been Falco's bitch for weeks, and it wasn't uncommon for the others here to see him fucking me... it wouldn't raise too many eyebrows, if he took me to the living quarters for... use. But... but he was trying so hard to fight the control... if he gave in, what if it pushed him further back into their control? It could have the opposite effect, maybe if he got it out of his system, he'd be in better shape, but... but it was a gamble. "Falco... do you trust yourself? Or should you... calm down a little, try to think more clearly?" (end)

"I don't trust myself at all, Fox. I'm barely holding on..."

He grunts, and you feel a finger slide back in you again, rubbing your prostate, and this time, you can't help but feel your cock go rocketing upwards, almost like it's spring-loaded. Some of that might be the remainder of the aphrodisiacs, but more than likely, it's something that's happened to you. You realize that you'd never have gotten hard this fast before your captivity, and you wonder just how many times Panther, Leon, or Wolf have messed with you while you were unconscious after a round of fucking.

Falco rubs your prostate a couple of times, and the pleasure is ALL in your ass. You can feel that throbbing, heavy pleasure that only comes from something back there, and despite your cock being hard as a rock, you can't feel anything from it. It's like a ghost cock, even the pre running down the shaft meaning nothing to you, thanks to the spray. It might as well be someone else's dick.

"Fuck, I want your ass...you actually like it on the bottom, don't you?" he asks, and it's hard to tell whether he's trying to excuse what he's done to you, or if he's trying to give you a chance to actually show that you didn't break, that you were just a bottom slut all this time, or something else. All you can tell is that the bird is HORNY, and he isn't going to be able to hold back for long.

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//: I shiver at the question... during my stay here, I'd had to fight to keep myself thinking clearly, and the question of whether I was enjoying this, or if it was just a mental defense mechanism had come to mind more than once... I'd never thought of this level of sex before, but I'd always tended to be on the bottom in fantasies, something that made my face burn further... "Not like this..." I hissed desperately, but I could feel his own desperation too... what if this didn't go away, and only made him get distracted later? "F-Falco, we can go to the living quarters... just... just get this out of your system..." (end)

(DM's Roll, DC 15)

(4+3=7)

Whether you meant for Falco to get it out of his system here, or in the Living Quarters, it doesn't matter to the bird. He slams his hand down on the restraint system, and pushes you forward onto all fours. Rather than letting you get up, he puts a booted foot on your back, keeping you pinned, and grinds the butt of his suddenly-drawn pistol against your ass.

"Heh...you did want it, then. You wanted to get fucked hard, like the little bitch-vixen you are. Well, you know what? I'm going to give you exactly what you want. Crawl, slut. Crawl out into the open."

He points towards the courtyard ahead of you, at the open space between all the different cells. It's a large metal square, with an elevator on the far side that leads to the top of the Prison Quarter of Sargasso, but he's got his gun on you now. Do you dare try running, or do you crawl forward like he demands?

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//: I've been treated like a bitch for weeks at this point, but it always seemed to hit hardest when it was Falco doing it... I felt my heart leap into my throat at the feeling of his blaster on my ass, the way he spoke to me... but the heated thrill in my body was undeniable too. I bit my lip again... I could try to fight back, maybe knock him out, but... but I didn't know if I could take him in this state, and I didn't want to hurt him, even if I could... "I'm g-going..." I mumble softly, pushing slightly up against his boot to get up to full fours again, to start crawling like he'd commanded... maybe if he got off, he would come down from his lust high... (end)

Falco chuckles as he pushes you along across the floor, giving your ass a nudge with his boot every time that you start slowing down. It doesn't take long to get your naked body out to the middle of the floor, where dozens, if not hundreds, of rival criminals to Wolf's organization can look down at you. You can see a dozen of them already jerking off to your naked body, and others are looking down at you with wide grins. Falco presses a button on his communicator.

"Hey, security. Can we get a camera feed down here? I got a broadcast the whole station will want to see."

A few seconds later, a large screen - usually reserved for broadcasts from Wolf through the station - turns on, showing you and your naked body on it. You can see your own dick hanging down beneath you, not getting hard in the slightest...until Falco shoves a finger in you, and then you can watch, seeing your dick get hard in record time.

"Hehehe, alright, everyone. It's time for you to see just how much of a bitch my old leader was. See how hard he gets? Look at this."

He pulls his finger back, and you can immediately see your numb cock go back down to nothing. In again, and your cock went right back up. He continued it, making your cock bounce and throb as if it were on remote control, all for the prison block - and possibly the whole station - to see.

"Now, who wants to volunteer to help me show off just how much of a slut Fox McCloud is?"

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//: I clench my eyes closed in utter humiliation as Falco demonstrates the effects of the spray to everyone in the prison block, knowing it was being broadcasted to quite possibly everyone in the station... but they shoot open in shock as Falco calls for volunteers. "F-F-Falco...!" I choke out, looking back at him as much as I could, panic rising... I try to calm myself a little... keep obedient, and maybe it'll give me a chance to catch them by surprise, thinking I'm truly the bitch they are trying to make me... (end)

"Heh, what's the matter, Vixen?"

He's not even calling you Fox anymore, turning you more and more into just a feminine hole for filling and fucking. He puts his boot back on your back, the muzzle of his pistol nudging your hole. Despite yourself, you can feel hunger in your belly for it, your ass aching for something to slide inside.

"Heh, I can see that puckering, bitch. You're already begging for something inside you. Doesn't matter if it's a finger, a cock, or a fucking weapon. You just want it, don't you?"

(Roll Wisdom, DC 14)

(4+2=6)

And suddenly, you prove him right, unable to control yourself as you push back, swallowing the front of his pistol into your ass, even fucking yourself on the muzzle of it a few times before you can stop yourself. You see it caught on the big screen, and realize that you've just proved how big of an ass-slut you've become.

The whole prison cell erupts in laughter, some of the cruder prisoners grinding their dicks against the force-field barriers of their cells as they shout how they want to have their turn breaking in your ass, while others look at you with the smirking assurance that you are just a fuck-slut. Even if you get free, you will never shake this reputation in their eyes.

Eventually, Falco manages to pick one of the criminals, a big, jackal-like space pirate that you beat in a dog-fight over three years ago. He stands a good two feet taller than you, and his orange prison jumpsuit bulges with something big.

Then, Falco says something that you never expected to hear.

"Give the bitch a blowjob."

When the jackal looks shocked, Falco pops his pistol out of your ass, and points it at the prisoner. The pirate slowly nods, shoving you onto your back, before grabbing your cock. You can't even feel those hands on it, your cock going soft in record time with the gun out of your hole.

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//: As the jackal stepped up, I'd already been nervous, wondering what he'd be subjecting me too... but as Falco piped up with his order, shock rolled through me. What was he up to- Oh. No. He wanted them all to further see how I couldn't get hard... not even with oral. I grit my teeth... I'd been expected to be fucked in front of everyone again, but... but maybe I could bear this... I could just look away, right? (end)

You do look away, managing to keep your eyes off of the jackal, but you can't tell if he's even started or not. You could be completely untouched, or you could be getting the blowjob of your life. You feel literally nothing, not even the hand that you know for a fact is gripping you around the base of your cock. All you know is that everyone is staring.

The muttering begins not long after, and you can hear it, the words coming to you as it filters down from the cells.

"What a bitch."

"He's floppy like that? What the fuck?"

"Guess he really can only get off with his ass."

"Knew that he was too good-looking to be a normal guy. Bet you anything that he Pepper's ass-boy all this time."

"Fuck slut Fox."

"Fuck-slut Vixen!" someone corrects the other person with a laugh.

You lay there for almost five minutes, mockery raining down from above as the jackal gives you a blowjob. You can hear it, knowing it for the sound of someone that's giving your dick the royal treatment, but no matter how much you wish you could feel it, you can't feel anything. It's like there is literally nothing hanging between your legs, and in contract, you can feel the pressure of his arms under your ass, the sense of weight and the heat between your ass cheeks as they clench together. Without your cock present, everything that you feel from your ass is a hundred times stronger.

Falco chuckles.

"See, there you have it. Fox the Flaccid."

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//: Hearing the jeers, the jabs, the insults, knowing that the jackal was lavishing my cock with attention that I couldn't feel at all, and hearing Falco let loose with yet a new moniker for me, had me struggling to remain silent... I'd thought I was humiliated at Aquas, but... but this was on an entire new level above that. The fact that I could feel the jackal's arms under my ass, and that I could feel the lust rising through merely that contact, had my face burning hotter. I turned my eyes to Falco, wanting to plead for him to snap out of it, but knowing I couldn't... I could see he was hard still, and I gulped... maybe if I got him off, he could come down from this... my hand trembles a little as I reach up to him, my fingers touching his bulge... (end)

As soon as you touch him, the avian chuckles to himself.

"Alright, that's enough sucking on something that won't feel it."

The jackal pulls back, looking like he wants to take a turn with your ass, but Falco waves him off. It is clear that he intends to take you for himself, and enjoy every second of it.

He pulls you over to him, undoing his zipper and letting his cock flop out. The bird's shaft is a good ten inches long, two inches longer than Panther's eight, and just half an inch short of Wolf's monster. He pulls you over to him, putting the pistol back at his waist. He doesn't secure it, though, surprisingly. Maybe he thinks you're too broken to reach for it. In any case, he grabs for you, pulling you over by your hips, and then off of the ground, holding his hands under your legs, his slippery cock-head pressing against your open ass.

"Watch this, everyone."

He pulls you down on his cock, that slippery, eager shaft, and as it fills you, you get the mirrored view on the screen of your cock rising more and more for every inch of shaft that Falco shoves inside of you. He even pulls back a bit to let you see your cock go back down instantly, before he pushes you down to the base of his shaft. You are now rock-hard, throbbing, dripping, but all the pleasure comes from your ass, none from your dick.

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//: I can't hold back the moan, pleasure shooting through my nerves as Falco's cock slid deep up inside me, and my toes curl in sensation, my hands gripping what they could of Falco's sides... through the haze of lust that rose up, I could see his blaster, not quite locked into his holster... I could grab it... but... my eyes turn to the prison block, to the screen... my cover would be blown immediately, and security would be all over my ass... and likely IN my ass right after... if I went for it. I try to focus on pleasing Falco... I need his mind clear, I need his help to get out... he can't do it if he's locked in lewd mode... I groan out, leaning my head back against him and clenching around him.... (end)

(Roll Seduction, DC 12)

(7+2=9)

Unfortunately, you've become such a passive partner that all of this is still new to you. You don't know many techniques to hurry this up, and pant softly as you work yourself into a dizzying height of pleasure. However, Falco seems to have all the time in the world as you roll back and grind against his cock, hammering you up and down like a sex toy.

After he pushes you to your first orgasm, he carries you towards one of the force-fields, holding you against it, making people watch as you moan like a bitch in heat as he fucks you, slamming into you harder and harder. He can't scratch at your hips, not like Panther and Wolf can, but god, he holds you tight, hammering your ass until it burns. You can feel all that pre inside of you, that long cock going so deep with every thrust. You pant and moan, shuddering and gasping, trying to hold back your need for that cock...

(Roll Wisdom, DC 13)

(7+2=9)

But you can't stop yourself. Something is breaking, and you find yourself begging for his cock, rolling your hips back, fucking yourself on it even when he stops. When he pulls out, you even shout for it, holding your ass cheeks apart for your co-pilot, begging for him to cum inside of you, to keep fucking you. The laughter from the people around you hurts, but not as bad as not having that big dick inside of you.

(Corruption +5)

Eventually, Falco does cum inside of you, having driven you to three more orgasms, and made you beg for it in front of everyone in the block. He sprays deep inside of your ass, pulling out to paint your ass cheeks white. Then...

(DM's Roll, DC 10)

(17+3=20)

You see Falco's eyes clear, but he immediately covers it, pulling you to your feet, pulling your cummy ass along to the elevator.

"I'm taking this whore back to my quarters. Hope you all enjoyed the show," he says, as he drags you into the elevator with him and shuts the door. As soon as it's closed, he groans.

"I can't believe we just did that. Are you okay?" he asks you, unaware of how your mind's been slightly warped from that last experience.

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//: I can't answer him right away, still reeling from how I'd given in, to how I'd begged for it, how I'd ached for it... I can still feel the lust, and I shiver. But... but the plan, it had worked... not how I'd expected, but... but he was back, at least for now. I wondered how much of it he remembered, if his memory was hazy from not being in control... how much of what he said was actually him, and how much was orders. "I'll... I'll be alright..." I hesitantly reply... I glance over at him, trying not to show how I'd been affected. "Is there anything in your quarters we can use? Does Wolf have cameras in there?" (end)

"He's got cameras everywhere but the elevators, but don't worry, Bitch." He pauses, then corrects himself. "Fox. I got a plan."

He doesn't seem at all bothered by the way that he just called you 'Bitch.' Even though he seems back to normal, it's like something has shifted in his head. He even takes his time to actually put his cock back in his pants, like something has shifted between the pair of you. Even if he is 'back to normal,' it doesn't seem possible that he'll ever forget the fact that you started begging for it, showing yourself off, pulling your hole open for him to fill again.

The elevator stops at the exit between prison block and living quarters, and several of Wolf's crew look the two of you over. Falco is waved right through, while you -

Well, you end up getting molested for a while, including a near-fisting up your ass and a couple of experimental fondlings of your cock, as if they're testing just how much of the show was trickery and what wasn't. By the time that you're done, you've got a tracking device DILDO of all things shoved up your ass, locked in by an inflated plug, and have a collar around your neck for Falco to lead you around with.

The Living Quarters are a multi-layered apartment complex, essentially. Built into the outer side of the long donut of a level, the different apartments are basically blocks with beds and a few other things in them. Falco takes you up to his, passing by a number of other crew, who grin at the sight of you in your collar and still covered in cum from behind. You're starting to walk in it, now, your feet soaked from standing in the puddle of it dripping off of you during your exam a moment ago.

Falco takes you to his quarters and shuts the door, taking a deep breath.

"Okay, well, the easy part's done. Don't think we can get that tracker out yet, though."

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//: It's hard enough to deal with the embarrassment of being molested by the guards, but the dildo tracker stuffed in me, and the collar and leash were something that only raised it higher... the fact that my ass was so sensitive didn't help, and my cock was hard between my legs, despite that I couldn't feel it... "You... you can get it out of me, right?" I asked, squirming slightly... it would be rather difficult to escape with a tracker on me. I shake my head, trying to focus... it would be better to hear this plan of his first, before trying to remove it. "What's this plan you mentioned? We're closer to the hangar bay now..." (end)

"Shhh."

Falco gives a slight nod to the corner of the room, reminding you that there is a camera - at least one - in the different apartments. The bird leans back, putting on the voice that he'd been using in the middle of the prison.

"Heh, I brought you up here to use you like a slut, Fox. Not like you to just hold back from sucking a real man off."

He is trying to get you to keep close, sucking him off to keep the role up for the camera...or you hope that's what he's doing. He nods towards a rag to clean him off from earlier, waiting for you to come over and undo his pants, pulling out his cock, and giving you a look that expects you to do just that.

(Roll Wisdom, DC 15)

(9+2=11)

And before you even have a chance to think about it, you're right there, on your knees between Falco's legs. That hunger still hasn't faded from your ass, and you almost swear some part of you is getting thirsty for your wingmate's cum. Your cock is dead, but throbs so hard as your ass clenches and twitches around the dildo tracker in you.

(Corruption +5)

You are trying to tell yourself that you're not losing your mind, that Falco isn't pushing you to become a slut, even as you pull out his cock and immediately feel yourself start to drool at the sheer size of it, the potent musk of his balls.

"Well? Get sucking, 'Vixen.'"

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//: My heart rate is up, and I can stop from breathing a little harder, inner panic welling up at how I can't seem to stop myself from obeying... I swallow, looking up at Falco, biting my lip, wondering if he can feel my struggle through my eyes... I lean in, tongue out, and groan out as I lick my way from the base to the tip, slowly... "Falco..." I mutter as softly as I can, a touch of desperation in my tone. "...I... I need to clear my head some... I... I'm trying to hold on..." I confess, trying to stay quiet, as I mouth along the side of his shaft... was there anything I could do to try and push down this submissiveness, this hunger that was growing... ? I opened my mouth, and took him in, his taste washing over my tongue, and I moaned around his shaft. (end)

"Hehehe, you always were the cock-sucking bitch, weren't you?"

You look like you don't really want to stop, was how your mind translated that, Falco talking in one way for the camera, and one way for you.

"Not like you're ever going to. Should have known it from the start. Once you got a taste, there was no way that you could ever stop."

We don't have time for you to get a break. You'll just have to deal with it until we leave.

"Heh, I wonder if you like the way that you're breaking. Look at you. You're harder than ever, and you're moaning from sucking my cock. Seriously."

I never thought I'd see you as a bitch, but FUCK it's hot.

You moan softly, trying not to think about the way that Falco's cock is swelling in your mouth, how good it feels to have it sliding along your lips, how right it feels to be on your knees in front of the other pilot, the other good pilot on the Starfox team. Even with the tracker dildo inside, your ass craves the feeling of his cock again, and you shudder at the first taste of his pre. Your submission is climbing the longer it goes on.

Falco lets you work him at least halfway to orgasm before he leans forward. He grips your head, starting to force you down harder, faster. You can't help but go along, some part of you getting MUCH more into this forceful use than you would like.

"Look...I'm gonna...send you up to the supply room. Personal mission from me. It'll let you in. Then you hide. I come looking for you...then maybe, maybe we can sneak to one of the ships...fuck your mouth, you're good."

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//: Falco's words are lighting the lust alight further in some ways, but helping me focus in others... some little bit of pride trying to make itself known as my wingmate talks to me this way, even though it felt so good to submit to him... I wondered what would happen if we made it out, how would he and I see each other now...? I suck him harder as he fucks my mouth, but I try to focus on his plan... it could work... but... but I could encounter a lot of guards, there could be others in the supply room... so many variables... but it was all we had for now... maybe there were useful things in the supply room, things I could use. I moan around his dick, and I bring up one hand to cup his balls through his pants, squeezing gently to let him know I understood... though I wondered if maybe it was to also remind him that I could squeeze harder, not totally broken just yet. (end)

He groans at your work, only slowing down a bit towards the squeeze, and he looks down at you, almost like he's thinking about something.

(DM's roll, DC 16)

(4+3=7)

Falco pushes you back from his cock, holding you a few inches away from it and slaps your cheek with his shaft. He smears the head against your lips, against your nose, marking your fur with his scent, putting himself over you just a little bit. As he smacks your cheek again with his cock, the bird chuckles.

"So, Fox...before I send you up...mmmph..." He starts stroking himself. "Tell me...who's the better pilot? Tell me who's the better gunner? Tell me...who's the better man? Me...or you?"

You can smell his cock, your hunger for it coming back up now that it's no longer in your mouth. Even if you try to slide forward, though, his hand on your head keeps you in place, making it so you can only smell it, only taste it when pre drips from the head onto your tongue. You pant softly as he nudges you with his dick again.

"Heh, come on. We both know who's better...bigger...it's not the one on his knees, is it? No. Just say it, Fox. Who's the better man?"

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//: I can feel the humiliation burning inside again, at just the mere question... the way he stroked himself off in front of my face, that thick shaft being slapped along my muzzle... I try to tell whether or not it's actually him asking, or if he's back under the control some... unsure of whether to merely play along, or to deny him. Either way, my own lust is rising up, and I am trying hard not to crave him, though it's a losing fight... "You're the better pilot, Falco..." I whisper out, though my throat practically closes at saying the words to him... before continuing. "...but I'm the better Leader..." I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out, huffing my warm breath over that shaft... (end)

He looks down at you with a smirk, shaking his head.

"We both know that's wrong. A leader doesn't lie to his men. A leader doesn't let his group get split up. A leader doesn't get his whole team captured with one mistake after another, and then get himself turned into a little slut."

He's reminding you of every mistake you mind on the trip to Aquas. How you let him run off and get captured by Wolf. How you left Slippy alone to get caught by the Aparoids. How you left almost no chance for the situation to be caught by anyone else, leaving it a deadly situation for anyone else. He's reminded you of so many mistakes a leader shouldn't make.

(Roll Wisdom, DC 15)

(12+2=14)

And you can't quite keep the shame away as it rolls over you, pushing you further into submission. Falco is right, about that part, at least. Even if he did make mistakes, he wouldn't have made those mistakes. He would have pulled you all along in an all-out attack, or kept you all there to fight all the Aparoids. He wouldn't have split the team and got them all captured one by one.

Maybe, you find yourself thinking, he really is the better leader.

And as you think that, he cums in your face, splattering your cheeks and eyes and muzzle, even your tongue, with his thick seed. This time, you taste all that musk, all that masculinity, and it shoves home even further how much higher he is than you. Looking up, you can see that a part of him - a completely uncontrolled part - believes this. He thinks that he is better than you after all these failures.

He gives you your orders, to go and fetch some random part from the Supply Room - and you'll have to go through the Hangar to get there - and to not wipe his cum off of your face. He spanks you, sending you out of the room and on your way.

(Corruption +5)

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//: The shame still burns, as I make my way out of the room, trembling slightly on the inside as I saw that part of him... the actual him... thought he was better, that I deserved this... how would things change between us...? Even if we escaped, we had to save Slippy back on Aquas... the guilt rose up as I wondered what had happened to him back there. I made my way to the hangar, trying as best I could; as best I could while practically naked, a dildo in my ass, and cum all over my face; to my way to the supply room... my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to Falco's Arwing, and I felt my pride rise up again, some hope that maybe I could regain some semblance of his respect again if I could get him out of here somehow. There were other fighters in this hangar... what if they chased us when we tried to escape? Maybe I could sabotage them, while I was still here? (end)

(Roll Intelligence, DC 9)

(10+2=12)

You can see that there are a number of ships, but half of them seem to be either in repair mode or being refueled. If you leave in relatively short order, there will only be a handful that can follow you, if that, and only one other Wolfen. Either Panther's or Leon's is getting repaired, leaving only Wolf's and the other available for chase.

You can also see a supply shuttle at the edge of the supply room, docked near to it for easiest unloading. It doesn't look fast, but it does look well-shielded, perhaps enough to get you out of this place.

As you walk across the hangar, you get the attention of literally every pilot and mechanic on the floor. They look at your cummed-on face, your cum-covered ass, and the dildo that still pokes into you. Your rock-hard, numb cock also gets their attention, and more than once you're grateful for the numbness as they slap your dick as you walk by, unable to feel anything even as it slaps around and hits your leg.

The supply room guard looks down at you as you approach, chuckling at the leash and collar you wear.

"So, Fox the Flaccid...or, heh, the Butt-Boi Bitch, I guess, if you're that hard with that thing in you. Size queen, huh? Maybe I should bend you over for a turn," he says. He looks like one of the bigger dinosaurs from Sauria, reptilian, big, and probably packing something that'd make Falco feel like a gnat.

"So, what are you here for?"

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//: I try not to let the names affect me, but it's hard not to... the thought of him bending me over for a turn with my ass makes me shiver, but... but I DID need this dildo out of me, and I didn't know if Falco had a plan for that... this dino would have to remove it if he wanted a go at my ass. I wondered if maybe... maybe I could convince him to take me into the supply room to fuck me, and then once he'd removed the dildo, knock him out? Maybe even have Falco put the dildo onto the supply ship, while we take the Wolfen and Arwing? I inwardly bit my lip, trying to consider fast... "Falco sent me to grab something of his from the supply room... he said it would open for me..." I reply, trying to sound subservient. (end)

(Roll Seduction, DC 7)

(17+2=19)

You have a much better effect on this dino than you did on Falco further down in the prison cells. You charm the pants off of this guy, almost literally, as your submissive demeanor pulls a giant erection out of him. As his jumpsuit strains to hold it in, he smirks, obviously thinking he's going to be railing your ass HARD when he gets you alone in the supply room. He turns around, chuckling to himself as he unlocks the door, and gestures you in.

The room itself is a large-ish one, stretching out at least fifty feet in the distance, with the car wall curving upwards a bit. Fuel containers line the wall, and munitions are the things nearest to the door.

"So, what are you here for?"

As you take a quick look around, you can see a box containing your blaster, Reflector, and communicator on the far wall, though your clothes still seem to be gone. The guard leans over you, one hand reaching down and deliberately groping your ass, squeezing it, pulling on it.

(Roll Constitution, DC 15)

(12+3=15)

You BARELY avoid making a loud moan at that touch, even though your ass is clenching and begging for something bigger than the dildo, for Falco, for the dinosaur, for ANYONE. You clamp it down, trying to talk.

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//: I wrack my brain, trying to come up with something that Falco would have wanted me to bring to him from the supply room... a toy to use on me perhaps? I can see the box with my equipment, on the far wall... if I could get there, I could perhaps pull my blaster on this guard, or maybe whack him with something off these shelves... "He told me he has something new for me in a box in here... that I have to bring it to him, so everyone can see what he's gonna use on me..." I answered, before gulping. I needed this dildo out of my ass... this dino seemed to respond well to my submission. I got down on all fours, my leash hanging down over my back, and glanced back at the dino. "It's labeled for him, on the back wall... will you take me?" (end)

(DM Roll, DC 18)

(1)

The look of you on all fours, with the leash on your back, and submitting yourself while asking that phrase, pushes that dino to such lust that he can't resist you. He grabs you by the leash, and pushes a scaly foot against your bare ass. It slides against the cum a bit, but not much before he grabs the base of the dildo.

"Ooooh, fuck waiting. I'm taking a turn with your ass, now!"

And with that, he YANKS the tracker out of you.

(Roll Constitution, DC 13)

(16+3=19)

Your pain tolerate gets a serious test from that, and you can feel it just about forcing your ass open. It's like passing a knot the size of one and a half of your fists out through your ass, since it isn't deflated or anything. It's a mark of how slutty you are that it actually feels REALLY fucking good having that pass through your hole.

However, the other effect is that the sudden slippage of the toy from your ass means that the dino goes off-balance, and accidentally kicks you through the air, sending you flying towards the other end of the storage room, past more than three-quarters of the racks and near the end of the room, naked, gaping, and with your cock finally soft again.

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//: Though slightly winded from the sudden boot to the ass, that sent me flying, I realize just how close to the crate of stuff I am now... that dino was big, and a fair distance away... could I make it to the crate in time? If I failed, he'd know I was making an escape attempt, but if I made it, I could pull the blaster and keep him down... though... he seemed horny enough that even if he caught me first, I might be able to offer sex to get him to let me go anyway... I dash off the floor towards the crate, making an attempt to go for the blaster. (end)

You not only get the blaster, but also your reflector and your communicator. The latter seems to be out of charge for the moment, but that won't take long to fix once you're inside one of the ships. You put the reflector on your loincloth belt, and shiver as you realize just how much safer that makes you feel.

Then you hear the groan from around the bend. You look around, seeing the dino slowly walking your way, rubbing the back of his head from where he slammed into the wall. He seems completely unaware of your sudden dash for freedom, thinking you might just be playing hide and seek.

"Hehehe, want to get hunted, huh, vixen-bitch? I can get into that. I know what you realllly want."

He pulls his jumpsuit open, letting his cock hang out, and you can't help but stare from your hiding place. It is just...huge. You remember the egg tentacle that filled you back on Aquas, and you think that this cock might just reach as far up your insides as that thing did. Just looking at it, your ass starts clenching and squeezing on nothingness, making lewd slurping sounds as cum and lube ooze out of you like a true bitch.

(Roll Wisdom, DC 14)

(15+2=17)

You are able to resist going to your knees and slobbering all over that cock, but only just. You are still so horny looking at it that your hands shake a bit around your blaster, and you wonder if you can hold yourself together if he gets close enough for you to see it in detail, and worse, smell his musk.

Falco can't be far away now...but for now, either you gotta run, or make this guy stand down.

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//: I try to duck out of his sight quietly, glancing around for a place to hide myself. (end)

The whole of the storage room is basically a long line of shelves, some sticking out a bit more than others, but none of them with spots to really hide in. They're packed tight, making it nearly impossible to wriggle onto the shelves. At most, you'd be playing a game of hide and seek, working your way to the door while he looked for you, and hoping he didn't catch your scent.

(Roll Stealth, DC 12)

(9+3=12)

You have several close calls, including one or two times when the Saurian's dick is literally hanging above your nose, your hunger almost driving you to swallow it, and you barely hold back a whimper as you don't get what you want. But you do sneak out, passing through the doorway for the supply room back to the hangar. You take a deep breath, start moving around the corner to avoid being seen -

"Hehehehe, hello, Fox Slut."

And there...the last person you wanted to see...Leon.

The chameleon looks at you with a smirk, licking his lips with a long tongue that he'd used to fuck your ass more than once, and in your current slutty state, it looks SO much more desirable than you want. It takes literally everything you have not to bend over and beg the sadist to ram that tongue up your hole like the slut you're becoming.

"What are you doing up here, Slut?" he asks, crossing his arms and looking at you, not having seen the blaster you have behind your back yet.

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//: I can't believe the bad luck of running into Leon in the storeroom, and I shudder at the lust that rolls through me, remembering every time he'd used me so far... but he hadn't seen the blaster. I could catch him by surprise hopefully, if he'd watched that broadcast, he'd think I was in full on submission. "Falco sent me here to get a new toy he wants to use on me, sir..." I answered, subservience in my voice again. My grip tightened on the blaster, getting ready to use it if Leon made any sudden moves. (end)

(DM's Roll, DC 15)

(19)

You can see Falco over Leon's shoulder, coming up from the Living Quarters as he'd promised he would. Leon, on the other hand, only seems to have eyes for you, the chameleon chuckling in his evil little way as he looks over your naked body. Suddenly, you have a pretty good idea of who developed the numbing cream.

"So, a new toy, eh? What kind? Show me."

He doesn't grab for you, but just stares you down, those buggy eyes looking like he is all too eager to use it on you himself. And Falco is still more than a hundred feet away.

"Show me, Slut-Fox!"

(Roll Wisdom, DC 15)

(13+2=15)

The command in his voice ALMOST overwhelms you, your body so submissive now that it can barely resist the command of a figure of authority. All you want to do is pull your blaster out from behind you now and confess...but you manage to hold back. You have a choice of what to do, but you better do it quickly lest the chameleon get suspicious.

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//: Since my hands are behind my back, I figure this might be a chance to catch Leon off guard. "It's... it's i-inside me, sir..." I manage, turning around, while shifting my hands with the movement, to keep the blaster out of sight. I knew he'd be confused at the lack of toy inside, and I whip the blaster back, to smash the butt against his forehead. (end)

(Roll Acrobatics, DC 17)

(20+5=25)

You perform a masterful stealth attack, managing to swing the butt of the blaster down on Leon's forehead. He goes down, but he's not quite out. As you push past him, you feel a sudden swell of something in your ass, and you realize that the chameleon managed to shoot his tongue right up your gaping hole, hitting your prostate. You stumble forward at the sudden hit, trying to get to your feet as he wriggles his tongue around inside of you.

(DM's Roll, DC 15)

(19+7=26)

(DM's Roll, DC 17)

(1+6=7)

His tongue is rooting around inside of you, wriggling around like a tentacle as it batters against your prostate, your inner walls, hitting every sensitive nerve that you have in your ass, your cock rocketing up as fast as it did with Falco, perhaps even faster. You struggle to move, your body threatening to succumb to the pleasure of the chameleon's torturously good tongue rimming your depths.

Falco tries to save you, taking a shot at Leon, but misses wildly, the shot spanging off of the shuttle, and getting the attention of the others.

It's down to you. Can you pull yourself away from that tongue...or will you lose yourself to the pleasure?

(Roll Constitution, DC 14)

(14+2=16)

With your last strength, you pull yourself free, turning as you cum right on the chameleon's face. You bring your blaster up, blasting Leon with a full stun blast, and run after Falco. The two of you, blasting over your shoulders, run for the Arwing and the working Wolfen near it.

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//: I hurriedly climb into the Wolfen, and start firing up the ship, my pilot skills seeming to come up like a reflex again, and I almost laugh in relief. (end)

You fly out of Sargasso, a small force chasing you, though not enough to stop you. With a desperate whoop of glory, you and Falco flee the asteroid belt. There's no deep space speed with these craft, of course, so you can't go far. You get a few planets away, and make landing, Falco saying he'll go and get a message to the Great Fox, while you get...well, considering you're still naked and covered in cum, not to mention wearing a leash and collar, he says you could always go earn the pair of you a room for the night.

You don't take him seriously, though a part of you wants it. As he leaves, you find yourself with an aching hole, not from pain, but from need. You want more. Everything that they did to you on that station lingers, and as you turn the Wolfen's communicator to the news, you can see that there are some intergalactic networks reporting on graphic photos that have been released. Not with your face, but with your body and your cock...and your ass...your gaping, dripping, cum-filled ass.

You get off to that before Falco comes back, and try not to talk about it. Your cock is still numb to the base, and you have no idea if sensation will come back soon, or ever. Thankfully, Falco does bring you back some clothes...though he makes you suck his cock in order to actually wear them.

The Great Fox returns for you a day later, and you fly home. Peppy tries to ask for information, but you tell him that you need some time to recover. Falco backs you up, but when you go to your quarters, the bird is already there, arms crossed and smirking.

"I think we need to talk about who's REALLY in charge now, Fox..."

The End