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Glitched Bottom

For bbbuuu

By Draconicon

The first thing that any mercenary learned was that ninety-nine-percent of clients were utter pricks, even if they didn't look like at first. The remaining one-percent of them were tolerable at best, but often had shit paychecks. Much as Wolf O'Donnell hated the former, he preferred them to the latter, because at least he could walk away with something to keep fuel in his Wolfen.

As he sipped the drink the lizard bartender poured him, he was still debating whether this client fit into the first or second category. The paycheck on offer was borderline, and while the job wasn't that bad, it wasn't exactly a cake-walk, either. He let the glass linger on his lips as he considered the bartender for another few seconds, taking in his twitchy nature, his shifty eyes, the sweat-sheen on his scales. It was the picture of someone that knew that they were on thin ice, and he didn't like that one bit. It usually came back to bite him in the ass, dealing with shits like these.

But at the same time, beggars couldn't be choosers. He put his glass down.

"So, you'll take the contract?" the bartender asked.

"Just guarding a shipment?" Wolf asked in return.

"Yep. Just make sure that it gets here."

"And nothing else?"

"Nothing else."

"Hmmmph..."

It was a little on the legit side for someone like him, depending on just what was in the shipment. If it wasn't anything out and out bad, it'd almost sound like something that people would normally get the pup's team to do instead of his.

But then again, they weren't exactly in the most legit part of space, were they? Wolf shook his head as he looked at the bar under his glass. The metal was stained, despite being relatively new, and the walls were marked with rust and worse. This backwater station was supposed to be an attraction to people with fucking money, but he could already imagine them being chased off by the lack of any real attention to detail out here. It was a mark against the contract, for sure.

He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head as he put his boots on the bar. The bartender hissed, but didn't tell him off. Most people didn't.

"How do I know you can pay this?"

"Are you calling me a liar, O'Donnell?"

"I'm calling this place a dump. If you can't take care of it, how can I expect you to take care of a real debt?"

"Well, um, I do have assets..."

"I ain't taking credit."

"No, no, I just - I have good things. Prototypes. I know this will work, but I just need the shipment and the rest of my tech."

"And what's your big idea that you need this 'tech' for, hmm?"

"That's, uh, that's proprietary," the lizard said.

"And you ain't getting it unless I help you out."

"..."

"Spill. What guarantees that I'm gonna get paid for this bullshit?" Wolf asked.

"...Uh...Ugh. Okay, okay, you got me over a barrel here," the lizard said, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and adjusting the orange vest he wore with the other. "Look, um. Gotta be honest with you, I'm waiting for the first big payment to come in - wait, wait!"

The lizard grabbed Wolf by the wrist as he started to get up. Bold move, too, considering that the mercenary still had his gun on him. Wolf arched an eyebrow at the stupidity, and the lizard pulled his hand back before he lost it.

"Sorry. But...but there's a good reason that you should, you know, give it a chance."

"Then tell me."

"Um, let me, uh, let me show you."

The bartender pressed something under the bar, and Wolf prepped himself for a fight. Across the bar, the curtains at the stage parted, and his blaster was half-drawn when he realized it wasn't a display of hidden security guards, after all.

Instead, the stage was occupied with four mechanical chassises, each one approximating the build and size of a person. One was far skinnier and one was far thicker, while the two in the middle were about average build for someone that you could find anywhere in the galaxy. They stepped forward in clunky movements, splitting to the four corners of the rounded stage, and then -

Then they started to dance, and they weren't half-bad. They swayed their arms and metallic hips as if they were living dancers putting on a very specific kind of show, gyrating and thrusting like some sort of stripper dolls. Wolf arched an eyebrow, slowly turning his attention back to the lizard.

"You've got some explaining to do here."

"Well, you can see what they're doing."

"That's not exactly a draw. Not a lot of robo-fuckers in the galaxy."

"But that's the thing. They're just a shell."

"...Keep talking."

"Well, look. You know those celebrity strip clubs around the galaxy?"

Wolf nodded. He'd seen a few. Hell, he'd seen his hologram in a few, and had to blow the place up. Fuckers never got the proportions right and always tried to show him as a fucking bottom. The lizard nodded, probably realizing what he had just made Wolf think of, hurrying on.

"Well, I've found out a way to take it a step further."

"There ain't a way of taking it further."

"There is, with this tech."

"...How?" Wolf asked, intrigued despite himself.

"Well, see, if you combine a certain type of suit - filled with the right sort of sensory receptors and transmitters - with these contact lenses I've developed, you can put a skin and personality over any of these frames. They imitate a celebrity perfectly, and you can have them doing anything you want. All it takes is a little bit of practice to make sure that the personality is fine-tuned to the one you want, and presto."

"...You're talking about a robo-brothel."

"Well, less licensed than that, but -"

"And that's why you need someone like me to get your shit for you."

Now it was starting to make sense. Wolf had wondered why it had sounded so legit on the surface. It almost was, but there were so many ways that this skirted the edge of the law that most anyone looking to investigate would see the various cut corners as a reason to try. Having so many different personalities involved would invoke all kinds of lawyers, from libel and defamation suits to robo-rights lawyers to, well, pretty much anything. Hell, even cops would be sure that they were missing something with it being this much in the gray area, and they'd look into it just out of habit.

At the same time, it was a golden opportunity. Even he had a few people that he'd enjoy fucking the shit out of, even by proxy, and the holo-strip clubs that usually exhibited the celebrities never allowed an actual fuck. Too dangerous, too likely to go wrong, and never enough substance, even with the best tech on the market. It would never catch on at the holo-level, but with this?

"Two conditions."

"Name them," the lizard said.

"One. I get to come back here anytime I like for free."

"Deal."

"Two. I get to use the prototype before I get you the rest of your shit."

"..."

"Take it, or I'm walking."

"...Counter-offer. You get it now, but I get a testimonial out of you."

"Done."

"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. O'Donnell."

The lizard lifted his glass, and Wolf did the same. As they clinked the glasses together, Wolf wondered if there was an exception to the one-percent of clients. Maybe this one could actually pay worth a damn.

The back room where the 'brothel' was to be was a shambles, as he had expected. The whole place was a mess, so there was no surprise that the part that was supposed to bring in the money was the same. The lizard gave him the jumpsuit that he needed for the experience - something to both muffle the hard bodies and to stimulate his body to feel the person he wanted - and had left him a box with the contact lenses that the reptile had developed to make this possible in the first place. He shook his head, chasing the client out before taking off his clothes.

It wasn't that bad, all things considered. He'd gone through naked searches before for clients, usually for the paranoid assholes that believed that they were so valuable and had to have such a high bounty on their heads that everyone was looking to collect. It was never quite like that (if he was ever in the mood to hunt someone, they weren't going to get the chance to offer him a bribe or a contract) but he was willing enough to let them believe it. It kept the hunting part that much easier.

As he stripped down, he fondled himself, giving his cock a few squeezes. Nothing much, not enough to get himself hard, but enough to remind himself that this was going to be good. If he was right about this, then the celebrity database should have exactly the fuckers that he wanted for his session. He smiled in anticipation, feeling the slight tingle in his crotch as he unfolded the jumpsuit.

"Pretty shitty," he admitted, looking over the black rubber. "But eh, the guy's cheap."

Shaking his head, he slid his legs inside. It was tight and smooth, but pre-lubed - and he hoped it was just lube - so his legs slid in easily. His toes popped into the ends of the toe-socks of the suit one by one, and the rubber pulled tight as he dragged it up his body. It pressed close to his skin, almost pulling on his fur. It would have pulled on it if it wasn't for the fact that it was so slick inside. Shaking his head, he pulled it over his cock and balls, and was rather pleased with the way that it showed him off. Made him look nice and big down there, which was a plus.

As he slid his tail through a hole in the back, the rubber seemed to pull tighter and tighter around his lower half. His bulge became ever more visible, and the black material looked as if it was painted on. Wolf reached down, rubbing his legs, and felt his fingers through the jumpsuit better than he would have through his usual clothes. Hell, it was almost better than when he was naked.

Shaking his head, he continued dressing up, pulling it over his chest and arms, dragging it up to his neck. It rested there, and he just hoped that he wouldn't have to kiss the robots. That would get a little dicey, just from the fact that they were going to be far harder-bodied than he was.

But it was still looking good. Dressed up, he popped the box with the lenses open. Two contact lenses, both of them a little bit older than he'd like, but seemingly in good shape. He tilted the box from side to side, checking for any errant sparks, and didn't see any. Shrugging, he popped them in. They pressed to his eyes, had the usual sucking feeling right over his pupils before settling, before finally projecting a HUD for him to work with.

"Huh...he could make this a hell of a lot better," he muttered as he looked at the floating text boxes. "Ugh...can barely see through those."

But at least there were only a few things to work with. Dropdown boxes for now, probably because the client didn't have that many celebrities to choose from. He flicked through the first, labeled 'Base Character', and grinned as he saw that he'd been right. There was a Starfox Team option, and that meant that he'd get exactly who he wanted. Wolf opened it and grinned wider at the sight of Fox's name.

"Gotcha, bitch..."

He tapped it, only for the name selection to flicker. It dropped down to Falco, and then up again to Peppy, only to flicker back to Fox after a moment. Wolf arched an eyebrow, shaking his head. He'd have to point out the glitchiness to the bartender later; someone could easily pick a bot that they didn't actually want if that didn't get fixed, and he knew people were picky enough with their fantasies that they weren't going to just settle for a refund with that kind of glitchy mess.

He went down to the next dropdown menu, this one for the various types of personalities that could be overlaid on the bot. They ranged from 'Bitch-Slut' to 'Submissive Slave' to 'Breaker', and many others besides. Most were more on the submissive side of the spectrum, but he applauded - at least mentally - the fact that his client had decided to add a few for those that had an urge to fall on their knees for someone else. Not that it was his thing, but he knew a few people that would enjoy that. Hell, he was half-sure that Leon would do that for the blue bird, heh.

Shaking his head, he scrolled down and eventually picked 'Submissive Slave'. If nothing else, it'd be a laugh riot seeing Fox attempting to act like a slave, and at best, it would be the hottest thing that he got to see that year so far. He checked to make sure that it was all settled, reached for the button to confirm his choices...and that was when everything went wrong all at once.

His finger was a microsecond away from touching the confirm button when it glitched again, and it was too late for him to pull his finger back. Fox changed to Falco, and the personality changed so fast that he didn't have a chance to see what it was. He yanked his hand back as the HUD disappeared, grunting under his breath and shaking his head.

"Fuck..."

Well, that was a disappointment. He wanted to put the pup in his place, not the bird, but at least it was still a member of the team. He'd have a word with the client after this, though. That kind of slip-up was a half-step away from a bait and switch, and most clients weren't going to tolerate that kind of bullshit when they were here for a very specific sort of fantasy.

The door opened to the small, circular room, and as Wolf turned, the lenses painted a different picture. Gone were the rusted panels along the walls. Gone were the stained floors and ripped furniture. In their place were shimmering hologram-laden panels, each one showing erotic dancers from some other production. The floor gleamed a bright silver, and the furniture not only looked better, but it felt better, too, like it had gotten all the springs and gel replaced. He leaned back, getting more comfortable as the robot stepped through the door -

And it really looked like Falco. The bot grinned at him, that bird's cocky beak turning up in a smirk, the kind of expression that even he'd admit that the pheasant had earned over time. Cocky little shit had shot down enough of Andross's men that it was allowed, even if it annoyed him to have anyone looking at him like that. Wolf stood up, putting on a smirk of his own as Falco stepped in.

"Get over here, bird," he said.

"Heh, you think you can handle me?"

They got the voice right, at least, Wolf admitted, even if the attitude was putting him off his stride slightly. Okay, either he got a bratty personality, or I got very unlucky and it picked one of the dom personalities. Either way, I can handle that. Even if it wasn't what he wanted.

"Careful what you say, bird. You can't handle me, but I can definitely handle you."

The pheasant somehow seemed to smirk more. Before Wolf could react, 'Falco' had crossed the room and -

"NNGH!"

Wolf gasped as the bird's fingers jammed through his fur, pulling back just behind the scruff of his neck and pinning him in place. Falco's other hand went right down between his legs, and while it wasn't the sort of thing that he had been hoping, it sure as hell felt real. Those felt like feathery fingers rather than the hard plastic that he knew was there, and that was a hell of a trick.

"Heh, I asked you a question. Do you think you can handle me?"

"You bastard."

"You ain't seen nothing yet, Wolf."

Falco pulled and pushed against his bulge, those fingers fiddling for a zipper that wasn't -

No, wait, was there. As Wolf looked down, he 'saw' his cock pop free. There was a moment when he could see the edge of his rubber-covered bulge still hidden under the illusion of his clothing, but no sooner had he clocked it than it disappeared, covered by the illusion of his cock hanging out and free.

That was something, at least. He knew he had plenty to offer, no matter what the damn bird was programmed to think. He put on a small grin, but no sooner had he started to take some bit of control back than the bird ripped it right out of his hands.

"You think I'll let you handle me?" Falco asked, smirking. "I'm second in command of the Star Fox team. I'm Falco Lombardi, ace pilot. And I'm going to show you what I want."

Feathery fingers grabbed his cock. In the back of his mind, Wolf knew that his dick was still tucked away, still hidden inside of his suit, but that didn't mean that the illusion of those fingers on his cock wasn't intensely powerful. He groaned as they squeezed, teasing his cock hard, and he thrust forward before he could think about it. The bird grinned, leaning in closer, still pulling at the back of his head, keeping Wolf from leaning in and taking control.

"You got some meat down there. Let's see how it tastes."

And just like that, Falco dropped, and just like that, Wolf had his cock deep in avian throat.

"Mmmph..."

He groaned under his breath as he was deepthroated right from the start, the pleasure hitting him harder than usual. He would have stumbled back if it wasn't for the feathery fingers digging into his thighs, or the tight beak around his cock. It wasn't even a blowjob at that point, but more like a direct attack on his cock, that hologram mouth - or whatever it was that the robot beneath the illusion was using - sucking him so hard that he swore it felt like his cock was trapped in a pump.

It swelled, or at least, that's how it felt, his cock getting stiffer and stiffer in the hologram Falco. He bit his lips, trying to keep from just brainlessly thrusting away, but then he realized that he couldn't even do that. All he could do was ride out the pleasure of being blown, sucked, and swallowed around. He gritted his teeth as he felt the pleasure rising, his balls already starting to rise up from the tongue and beak and hard sucks. He panted, his fingers curling into fists as he reached for the bird's head, only for Falco to shove his hands away and grip him by the balls himself.

"Nnngh...stupid...bird..."

There was no clear response, just a constant sucking pleasure that only grew stronger and stronger as the seconds ticked on. His cock throbbed obediently to the oral ministrations of the bird beneath him, but despite their positions, he could tell that the pheasant was the one calling the shots, not him. His arms were pinned to his sides after he made a second attempt to push the robot back, and he groaned as he felt his balls rising, his cum churning away inside them as he got close.

And then he went over, and the sucking didn't stop.

"NNNNGH!"

He growled, thrashing as he came, the sucking and licking under his cock never slowing down. He went from pleasure to hyper-sensitivity, his eyes rolling back as he spasmed and kicked at the chassis under him, but the hologram didn't flinch. It kept sucking, pulling his cock in and out of a fake throat for nearly a minute until his orgasm wound its way back down again.

As Wolf struggled to catch his breath, 'Falco' grinned, pulling back to reveal a cock slick and wet with oral 'lube.' Wolf barely had a moment to realize just how hard he still was before Falco stood up again, leaning close.

"Nice hardware, hot stuff," the bird said. "But no matter how big and hard you are, I'm the one calling the shots this time around."

And before Wolf could do anything, he was falling backward, shoved head over heels onto...something. A couch. A bed. Something flat, something that supported him, and something that gave Falco time to crawl on after him. The bird was grinning almost like a maniac, his beak pulled up in the biggest, most arrogant smirk that Wolf had ever seen, and having been around Leon, he had seen some smirks.

The bird grabbed him around the base of his cock again, giving it a few tight squeezes, making sure that it stayed hard. It was more than enough for Wolf, considering that he was half-sure that the lube was tainted with some sort of aphrodisiac in the first place. He huffed, grunting as Falco slid further and further over him, soon straddling his waist and looking down at him with that condescending sneer. The bird crossed his arms, and his feathery rump ground back.

"I might play second fiddle to Fox, but here? I'm your commander."

"Bullshit."

"You think so?"

"I'm going to fuck you silly, bird."

"Let's see if you can even take what my ass can do."

"You think I can't?"

"I think that you're my bitch, Wolf."

"Fuck you."

"You're gonna do that. All night long. I'm going to take everything you got...and then we're still not stopping until I'm satisfied."

Wolf stared as the bird pushed back, feeling those feathery cheeks cushioning his cock. It was still inside his suit, he told himself that. It was still inside the rubber suit, swimming in its own juices from that forced orgasm just a moment ago. He knew that, knew it for a fucking fact, and yet he could still feel his body responding to the utter pleasure that this illusion fed into his brain. He couldn't not think about how good it felt to have his cock trapped there, rubbed between the feathery cheeks of his enemy, or how it felt to have someone else taking control of his dick now.

"You - NNNGH!"

And just like that, Falco pushed back, the bird leaning back so that Wolf could see the whole thing happen. No matter how much he told himself that this was just an illusion, that there was no way that his cock was actually disappearing into Falco's ass right then and there, he had a perfect view of that very thing happening before his eyes. He could see that pink pucker between the blue feathers, could see his shaft forcing that hole wider, and he could feel the tightness around the head of his cock. It was enough to keep him rock hard, and a shock of pleasure that was at once artificial and realistic ran through his shaft, running all the way down to his balls.

"Mmmph...fuck, yes...show me what you got, Wolf."

THUMP!

Wolf's eyes all but rolled back in his head as that blue butt slammed down against his crotch, swallowing his cock all in one go. He could feel the tightness, the sexy slipperiness that remained from the lube that coated his cock, but it was all drowned out by the clenching heat all around his cock, pulling it deeper, forcing him to submit as the bird's dildo for the moment. Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK!

Wolf could already feel his balls trying to pull up for another climax, and they had only just started. The pleasure of that birdy butt was getting to him, and so was everything else. The utter need from the robot, the way that the program was chasing after him, controlling him, making his cock into nothing but a toy? It was hitting buttons that he didn't know he had, and he was gasping for breath, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as Falco rode him properly, bouncing up and down at high speed, taking his cock in faster and harder with each successive slam of his hips.

Every time that slick hole slammed down to the base of his cock, he gasped for breath, and every time that he felt Falco pulling up again, he barely had a moment to think of how he could take control before that chance was taken from him. Up, down, up, down, each time humping that ass all the way down to his base before pulling up to the tip, squeezing just under the head, and doing it all over again. The constant milking motions had his balls ready to blow, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. The only reason he hadn't cum already was because he'd been milked once in that talented beak, but if he came again, that hyper-sensitivity would come right on the tail of that orgasm. He'd be in pleasurable hell once more.

And he honestly wasn't sure that he'd complain.

Wolf clenched his hands together into tight fists, clenching his teeth, trying to hold back. Falco's cock slapped against his stomach time and time again, reminding him of the bird's pleasure and how he was enjoying getting fucked. That only fed his ego further, making his cock throb in that hole, knowing that he was doing that, that he was being chased after by nothing more than a power-bottom fan that had gotten too much control. In, out, in, out, and he gasped for breath.

Falco didn't. He just kept riding, sliding. The slick schlick sounds of his cock popping in and out of that hole should have been too much, but there was something almost erotic about the naughtiness of it filling his ears. He liked it, enjoyed the weird slippery sounds, like it was just the way that things were supposed to be. Wolf panted, arched his back -

And then came.

"NNNNGH!"

"Yeah, that's it. That's it, Bitch. Fill me up. Fill my hole with everything that you have."

He wanted to disobey, but his body was fully in the grip of the bird by then. He couldn't have held back even if he wanted to. All he could do was squirt as the bird rode him, each blast of cum making him that much more sensitive as he was ridden faster and faster, his cock taking him from pleasure to hyper-pleasure, and from there to pleasured-pain.

"NNNNNGH! STOP! STOP!"

"Not a chance in Hell, Wolf."

"NNNGH!"

"You're my bitch. And I'm going to keep using that cock of yours until I'm fucking satisfied."

And the suit was making sure that he would, he realized. Another shock hit his cock that had nothing to do with what Falco was doing while riding him. It was keeping him hard and ready for whatever this personality wanted. It was going to keep him as functional as a walking dildo as it possibly could, and there was no way to get out of it before his session in the brothel was done.

The bird kept riding him, squirting and squelching as he did, and white goo ran out of his hole as he leaned back. Wolf's creampies usually gave him a sense of accomplishment, of success, but this time, it only seemed to remind him that he was a fully-functioning toy, one that even lubed itself up for the one that wanted to use him. He blushed as he looked back up at Falco's face.

"Such a good fucking bitch...I'm going to use you all night long. I'm going to train that cock of yours to be nothing but a milking toy, something to stuff my ass whenever I'm horny for it. I don't care what you had planned. I don't care what else you had for the night, or for the rest of your life. From now on, you're my fucking dildo. You're my fucking cock to ride, and I'm going to -"

Bzzzzt.

Wolf froze as the simulation suddenly came crashing down. Not literally, thankfully, but enough that he could see that the illusion was sparking. He reached up to his eyes, popping the lenses out, and just in time, too. The machinery in them was on the fritz, and they sparked against his fingers as he got them off his eyeballs. If he'd left them in, that would have hurt like hell.

The robotic chassis was still straddling him, though thankfully had gone completely still. The illusion was shattered, and his cock finally started to go soft again. Thank fuck. Thank fuck.

Wolf managed to wiggle out from under the powered-down robot, shivering as he pulled off the suit as fast as he could. It was already filled with sweat and cum, two orgasms having racked him while he was inside it. He panted for breath, doing his best to ignore his own rather strong scent as he fumbled around for his normal clothes. As he kicked the suit across the room, still shaking from head to toe, he tried to pretend nothing had happened. It didn't really work.

Fuck...fuck...

And his cock was still half-hard, despite everything. He wanted to blame the situation, the scenario teasing him, the chemicals and the shocks from the suit, but he had a horrible feeling that there was something more to it than that. It might have actually been something that he wanted.

No, no, no. I'm not a bitch.

And he never would be. Period.

He dressed quickly, pulling his clothes tight and dragging his fur back into place. It was a mess, too, but it was better than nothing. He left the back room, making his way to the bar at the front. The lizard was waiting for him, the bartender smiling and waving at him.

"Hey, finished early, huh? Let's get that testimonial."

"It's broken. End of story."

"You - what?"

"It didn't work. Fucking glitched. Tried to rape me."

"But - hey, hey, wait. I didn't say - you still can tell me what went right, right? We've still got a deal."

The lizard moved between him and the exit, and Wolf did the only thing that seemed right. He punched the bartender hard enough to send him flying back, hitting the wall and sliding down to crumple into a heap on the ground. The mercenary shook his head, rubbing his hand as he left.

...Fucking asshole...

They still had a contract, though. Wolf wasn't going to weasel out of that, particularly after he'd lost his temper there. He would need to do something to make up for that, just for the sake of keeping up appearances. No point in 'quitting' a contract just because it got out of hand for a bit.

At the same time, he was going to make damn sure that this little shit fixed that glitch.

Wolf stopped as his cock twitched at the idea of going through that again, of seeing Falco over him like that sort of dominant power-bottom once more, and he blushed as his cock continued to rise in his pants. He shoved it back down, keeping his head down as he hustled back to the hangar.

It meant nothing.

He didn't want the bird.

...Did he?

The End

Summary: Wolf is tapped to help transport some tech, but wants some payment up front. He gets an atypical offer and takes it.

Tags: M/M, Robots, Falco, Falco Lombardi, Wolf, Wolf O'Donnell, Starfox, Rule 34, Anal, Power Bottom, Oral, Blowjob, Cum, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Hyper Sensitivity,