StarFuck's Adventures: Compromises
#3 of StarFucks Adventures
StarFuck's Adventures
Compromises
Falco groaned, a winged claw massaging his temple idly as he sat in Fox's old room, which was now his. It had been well over a month since his visit to Sauria and his takeover of the Star Fox team. It was so easy, Slippy was far too childish to even suspect Falco but Peppy on the other hand was visibly suspicious about it all. However, since he had no proof of what happened nothing would ever come of it, Falco reassured himself again and again.
Ever since he received that message from O'Donnell and his team he'd been very wary about confronting them. If Peppy found out Fox was still alive and in the hands of the enemy he could be imprisoned. Falco made sure that their teams would never happen across each other on the battlefield, reminding his team each time they began to wonder why that they were down an ace pilot and Wolf's team could probably beat them as they are now.
This was not the cause of Falco's stress tonight as their contracts were growing slimmer and slimmer as word got out that Fox was no more. Even though they were still just as capable of handling the usual problem, their funds were dwindling even more so then when Fox was in charge. Just today he received a call from one of their clients questioning if Fox was still there and when Falco explained the situation his ego was a little more than bruised when the client paid the fee to null their contract almost immediately.
He realized that even though he was just as skilled, if not better then Fox, he had no reputation to speak of. StarFox was so famous because of he was a prodigal son of a real pilot; his skills just enabled him to escape his father's shadow is all.
Falco realized he was going to have to do something soon unless he wanted to watch his team disband and his plan fall apart. He would need to get Fox back! Even if Fox was still in charge of the team in public, he knew based on what he saw on Sauria and in the message Wolf sent him that he'd still be the one calling the shots. Falco let out a sigh as the throbbing in his head seemed to lessen, leaning back and kneading his claws together.
It would be tricky; he'd have to get Fox from Wolf without Wolf talking and somehow do it alone. If he brought Peppy or Slippy they'd figure out what really happened when they'd see Fox in the Wolf's lap. Assuming Wolf hasn't already sold Fox or killed him, he realized sending a chill running down his spine and cursed as he realized he still needed that blasted Fox. He'd figure out a way to build up his reputation once the contracts started coming in again and then he'd sell Fox to some underground slave group for a nice little bonus.
Wolf sighed happily, leaning back on the expensive couch in his new room. Life had truly brightened for him and his team, now that Star Fox was out of the way no one wanted to hire Falco's team. Not to mention Falco was far too afraid of his dirty little secret getting out to even think about confronting him in combat. They even started getting more contracts now that their competition was that much weaker.
Wolf O'Donnell owned a fairly nice complex now on a space station orbiting a beautiful planet full of lush plants and primitive life forms. This being what is trendy nowadays, like having a really big fish tank, Wolf thought; chuckling as he idly stared out the window and stared at the planet's moon from just outside of orbit.
Most of the rooms were grey, with a solid concrete feel which Wolf loved aside from the black leather furniture and glass tables and the odd exotic plants in the room there was very little inside. The soft lighting and sound proof walls made for a very peaceful environment. It made living with his team bearable, especially now that he had begun to share his bitch with them.
Fox made for a very obedient bitch and as far as Wolf could tell he was mostly willing. He still doesn't know exactly what happened to him on Sauria but whatever they did to him he's not complaining. He still gets shivers thinking of those green eyes looking up at him from between his legs or from over his shoulder... Damn, where was he? He refocuses his gaze on the window and says "Security feed on screen." And immediately windows begin popping up on the window showing black and white images of his complex. Wolf looks them over carefully before spotting the feed from Pigma Dengar's room; he shudders as he watches Fox wince and pant. The pig had the fox tied down by his collar to the floor and was behind him, no doubt lapping up his own mess.
Wolf closed all other windows and made the feed larger, he could practically see the mixture of shame and pleasure on Fox's face as Dengar's tongue worked itself deep inside of him. The fox's rear end was lifted completely off the ground by the pig, his tail limply hanging across his back and was holding himself up by his front paws to stop his face from grinding into the floor. This only allowed the pig better access to the bitch's hind quarters though, his thin hands clenching those soft fuzzy rump cheeks painfully hard, keeping them spread open. Wolf grinned though when he noticed that despite everything; as usual, he was hard as a rock. Wolf watched his vulpine cock knotted and bouncing with every wet lap of the pig's tongue. He slid a paw down into his pants, "Sound on." He commanded and the room filled with the lewd wet noises of Pigma's saliva and cum coated tongue lapping at Fox and the weak grunts and moans it produced.
Falco finally found what he was looking for! Wolf was either becoming sloppy or overconfident with his latest victory. Falco found out where the old mutt lived now and was on his way after telling the team he was going to a private meeting for a contract. Which, in truth, he was so it's not like he lied, he just withheld the truth from them. He'd come back with Fox, beaten and bruised even if he had to do some of the bruising himself.
Fox would do a good show of acting like he was traded off secretly and then resume control of the team. Then when no one was watching he would take control of that little bitch in the shadows, just until he had a reputation to speak of, since that was the only reason he even needed fox back... right? The blue bird shook his head clear and nodded, a grin playing across his face, "Yeah, just until the contracts start coming in again. Might even kill the fucker myself when I'm done with him this time just to make sure he stays dead." He says quietly with a chuckle.
Now Falco wasn't the greatest stealth user in the world but he was pretty sure he could slip passed Wolf's defenses. Until he got there, his beak practically hit the floor so hard it might have breached the hull of his ship. That old fucker was doing insanely well for himself now that he had the monopoly of the mercenary business it seemed. Despite its cozy residential feel he knew there'd be traps and initiated the stealth systems of his ship.
Managing to find a clear landing pad the bird flicked the device Slippy recently invented on and hopped out of his ship. He was wearing his standard pilot clothes: white vest, black boots with grey straps, dark brown and red pants with a black undershirt under his vest. The device made all that irrelevant very quickly, a slight charging sound quickly faded as he seemed to disappear along with his ship.
As Falco began to walk away he only hoped that no one landed on the pad thinking it was empty before he got back. It was the only way of course to prevent it from being detected, Slippy was a bit of a mad genius, Falco thought. The device on his belt would mask his presence from the sensors by creating a weak EMP field around him... or something like that. He wasn't listening too careful while Slippy blathered on about his new toy.
He managed to infiltrate the right complex by the look of things though and judging by the way no sirens went off or flashing red lights blanketed his vision upon entry he guessed the device was working well enough. He just had to find Fox and pray he was alone and take him back. It would be easier if Fox wanted to go back but he wasn't quite sure how things would play out. Luckily he wasn't quite concerned about what Fox wanted right now, and he was sure he could get him to do what he wanted.
Falco was beginning to get unnerved however at how silent the complex was, it was pretty massive and he wasn't sure where Fox was. Maybe they were all sleeping, he could only hope. As he was thinking this he stumbled on something and nearly fell flat on his beak. Choking down a gulp he slowly turned around, only to greeted by a green scaled face staring directly at him. It was Leon Powalski, that damn chameleon that would always jump on his ass in every dog fight their teams had.
Before he could even start backing up Leon spoke up, "Ya know, it's been so quiet here since Wolf had all those cameras installed...", he said as if mumbling to himself, nodding his head up towards a camera slowly rotating back and forth in the corner of the room. A grin slowly spreading across those leather lips, making Falco shudder, he was busted and he knew it, but how!? The reptile replied to his thoughts before he barely finished them, "Nobody can hide from the great Leon! Annoying birds should stick to singing their songs... lest they be caught by bigger baddies then I..."
Falco grimaced as much as one with a beak could, he was being toyed with. Which meant this bastard most likely wanted something from him rather than to alert the others of his presence, "What do you want, Leon?" he whispered, his blood running cold just from the look in those eyes. Leon's form went invisible again before he responded, although Falco could still make out the refraction of light around his form, "Ah, don't sound so down, bird. I won't tell anyone you're here... if you kiss me." He can hear a sort of snide tone coming from the invisible lizard.
Falco perked an invisible brow at the demand, "A kiss?" he dared whisper again, "Why? If you try anything funny I'll-"he was cut off as he felt a cold scaled arm close around his neck and something warm press against his beak, then something wet slipping inside of his mouth. He closed his eyes and shivered as he tried not to resist the intensely reptile, standing awkwardly as he felt the other male's tongue exploring his mouth. Then the other's arms wrapped around him and pressed against him tightly, he opened his beak a little wider and felt more of Leon's tongue press into his mouth until it pushed at the back of his throat.
The invisible bird's eyes widened as that long, wet, hot tongue slipped down passed his throat, making him let out a muffled gaging noise around Leon's lips. Both were invisible and the noises were hardly audible to be caught by the camera, no one would ever suspect he, Falco Lombardi was being intensely kissed by one Leon Powalski.
Then as he was sure that tongue was going to push into his stomach and he would pass out from something as simple as a kiss Leon's tongue quickly pulled its way out of his throat with a wet slurp. He felt Leon let go and heard a wet smacking sound as if he was licking his lips, "Mmm, you taste as good as you look, Falco. Maybe I'll get to taste more on our second date, eheheh~?" he chuckles, before stopping abruptly. Falco blinked and looked around, wiping some of Leon's saliva off his beak on his sleeve, wondering if he left, if the alarms would start sounding... but nothing, no taunt, no attack, no alarms.
Falco shrugged and pressed on completely unaware of the large bulge running down his pant leg since he was invisible, he now knew that Fox wasn't with Leon, so he didn't need to check his room. He decided to start with Panther Caroso's room but when he got there he only found the panther sound asleep in his room. Then he happened across Pigma's room, which he wasn't even going to check on, figuring Wolf wouldn't let such a greedy slob get his fingers on but when he opened the door just to make sure there he was.
Pigma was snorting and sneering as his small hands gripped the end of what appeared to be a very large dildo which was pumping in and out of the fox's now well-stretched hole as he grunted on the floor. Falco took a second to register that Fox was collared and tied to the floor and that he was resting upside down on his shoulders, his own paws behind him holding his rear end up for more abuse. Looking down he saw Fox's legs were tied spread to prevent him from flopping onto his back whether he wanted to or not though. He could also see what was most likely Pigma's drool and his own pre dripping onto his face as it leaked from his cock and hole with each thrust of the dildo.
Holding his breath, Falco turned off the device, he was behind Pigma and couldn't be seen but Fox could see him from between Pigma's legs. Falco watched Fox's green eyes widen with surprise and then turn to fear as he un-holstered his pistol and aimed it at Pigma. He spoke quickly and firmly, "What's the matter Pigma? Not big enough to make a bitch moan on your own?" to which Pigma responded by letting out a squeal and whipping around, pulling the dildo from Fox with a wet slurp and a soft sigh of relief from the fox.
Pigma was completely unarmed; Falco was grinning down at him and just now realized he was as hard as a rock. Pigma's voice was shaky and panicked as he struggled to form words while staring into the barrel-end of Falco's gun, "Lombardi!? What are you doing here?!" he practically snorts, raising his arms to show he's unarmed as if it wasn't already obvious.
Falco responded by stepping forward, pressing the barrel to the pig's forehead and chuckling softly, "I'm here to take back what's mine. Don't worry, I won't kill you, you're just going to take a little nap until I'm long gone." He says calmly, raising the gun to strike before he notices a grin play out across Pigma's face, "What are you grinning about?" he says, frowning while running over any possible mistake he could have made.
Pigma chuckled and nodded up to the camera, "Even if you get away Wolf's going to know who took Fox and he has more than enough evidence about your secret. If you do what I say though, I may tell you where to find the security records so that it was as if you were never here..." he says with a lewd laugh that made Falco's blood run cold.
Falco takes a long moment to consider his options before holstering his pistol and letting out a defeated sigh, "What do you want, Pigma? I'm kind of in a hurry here; Wolf could stumble across us at any time you know."
Pigma stepped away from Fox who was now blushing as he continued to hold up his rear end, exposing his winking tail hole to both Falco and Pigma now. Pigma held up his hands to show he was unarmed, "Relax Lombardi! I just want to have some fun, you'll like it too. Just fuck your old friend Fox here while I have a little fun with that delicious looking rump of yours!" the pig commands excitedly, watching Falco shudder as he drools over his form.
Falco groaned but grudgingly complied, reaching down and unzipping his pants, he had no choice if he wanted this mission to succeed. He'd already been caught once and gotten off lucky compared to this, he was just lucky that Pigma was so greedy that he'd be willing to let him walk off with Fox in exchange for a three way with him. He walked up to Fox, who looked up at him from the floor between his spread legs, his hard cock still dripping into his now painted face.
He grinned a little, "This isn't so bad..." he muttered, slapping his claws down on those saliva coated rump cheeks and pulling them apart, pulling his member out from his pants he aligned it with Fox's hole and gripped his hips tightly, thrusting almost half of his impressive length into the fox's tail hole. Watching as the pink flesh practically swallowed his length, this time Fox didn't cry or resist, he simply let out a soft groan and shot a little bit of pre onto his own face. With a bit of force he managed to shove the rest of his member into the prone Fox, grinding their balls together.
Falco's eyes widened a little in surprise though as he felt Pigma's hands on his hips, tugging his pants down and he blushed softly as they were jerked down to his knees which exposed his blue feathered rump to the dirty pig who slapped his ass, making Falco grunt. Falco knew he would regret it but the faster he finished the faster he would be outta here and out of Pigma's hands.
Pulling out of Fox, he pushed back against Pigma, who was busy kneading his firm buttocks. The act forced his rump cheeks apart and exposed his own hole to the other male, making him blush before he shoved back into Fox. Looking down Falco could see Pigma masturbating his stout, chubby member against Fox's face, "Yeah~ Such a good birdy, a nice pretty, muscular asshole, all mine..." he could hear Pigma muttering from behind him before he was spanked again.
Then he gasped as he felt that hot, rough, wet tongue pressing up against his taint as he pulled out of fox, holding his hips still to take a long, slow slurp along his rear. Wincing as his cock throbs within Fox, he holds himself still and spreads his legs a little to allow the pig to better rim him as he resolves to simply push and pull Fox's rump along his length with his claws.
The room fills with the wet pumping noises of his cock working in and out of Fox, accompanied by the wet slurping of Pigma's tongue against Falco's tight ass; eventually penetrating him he lets out a snort of pleasure. A loud slap resounds in the room occasionally as either Falco or Pigma spank their conquests, all the while Fox stares up between Falco's legs, watching Pigma violate his old rival with his large tongue while trying to ignore the pig's member poised to fire his cum on him again.
The trio in the room fills it quickly with their musks, Pigma's would be the most evident in its foul nature but Falco's wasn't exactly hidden either. The wet slap of their hips connecting and Pigma's experienced tongue were pushing him over the edge very quickly. He shuddered as he could feel Pigma's spit trailing down his leg and his tongue penetrating his tight hole, slipping inside of him.
Falco winced and gripped Fox's hips tightly suddenly hunching over him, his cock pulsing as he hilted inside of him and shot his cum deep inside the vulpine. Fox let out a gurgled groan as apparently Pigma had left a sticky mess all over Fox's face. Pigma had a tight grip on Falco's rump now and was pushing his tongue deep inside of the bird, milking him for all he was worth as he felt those strong muscles flexing against his tongue.
Falco stayed like that for a good while, not sure if it was because of Pigma's continued attention on his rump or because he didn't want to pull out of Fox. It didn't matter though because soon Pigma had had his fill of Falco's tail feathers and slapped his ass before giving him the directions to the security records database. He then told Falco to knock him out so he wouldn't get in trouble, and then slipped a card into Falco's pocket with his private number in case he wanted to come back for more which he didn't turn down.
The rest of it was a blur to Falco, exhausted and feeling quite violated he silently made his way out of the complex after stripping the security records expertly removing any sign of him being there. Then he took off in his ship with Fox, explaining how things would run and if he ever even thought of doing anything other then what he was told it'd be the air lock for him. Fox was strangely passive though and didn't question anything Falco said on the ride home, which had Falco suspicious at how easy it was but figured he could always kill him if things went bad.
When they got there everyone was relieved Fox was alive, to the point where his story seemed plausible enough to believe apparently. Even Peppy seemed too relieved to care how Falco found him, and luckily Fox was a good actor. Telling everyone how he was back and how grateful he was that Falco managed to find him while never giving up the search. A week later the contracts began to come back in with the news of Fox's return. Falco still owned Fox's room who seemed fine with sleeping in Falco's old room, no one found it suspicious in the least.
Falco was waiting for the elevator, needing to go to the bathroom pretty bad from holding it in all day during his routine training. When the elevator finally arrived and the doors opened he grinned as Fox looked back at him, back in his usual flight suit of dark green pants, black and red boots with a white and red vest. Fox looked sheepishly away as Falco entered the nearly empty elevator. He didn't resist when he felt the bird's hand slide down the back of his pants and grip his rump despite the fact that the elevator's doors were glass and if anyone was looking hard enough they might see them.
His ears perked and he blushed deeply as Falco spoke, "Bathroom, on your knees, pal." He commanded before moving over to the corner of the elevator, just out of view from the windows of the door and unzipped his pants. Fox obeyed and kneeled down in front of the bird and took his flaccid member into his muzzle, looking up at him with those green eyes as the elevator filled with the sounds of Fox gulping down his commander's piss.