Star Fox: Humiliation - Built to Fall: Part II
The monster, a reptile, halted, millimeters away from McCloud, and the fox thrashed against his bonds, all sense of dignity forced out of him by true, primal panic. A set of massive, curved claws wrapped around Fox's snout, forcing him to raise his head.
The vulpine was so small, he had to look straight up to look the lizard in the eye, as it towered over him so completely.
For such a massive frame, its head was rather narrow, like that of a crocodile, but shorter and more conical. Its wise, round eyes showed a ghastly, ominous mind behind them, one that held greater understanding than Fox could hope to comprehend.
The lizard's body was, indeed, massive. Its rough, studded hide would look more ordinary if it hung loosely, but this particular specimen showed no such stature. Instead, the skin had stretched taut over broad, mountainous muscle.
Fox's eyes hadn't adjusted well enough to discover what the lizard was wearing, only that it wore very little, at most. Completely bare from the waist up, and its colossal legs still partially shrouded in darkness. McCloud could only hope the reptile wore some kind of clothing, no matter how small...
A pale, slick, disturbingly long tongue flickered past Fox's raised chin, down into his shirt collar, and gave him a good, thorough taste from his sternum to the tip of his chin.
McCloud was too bewildered to shiver.
"My kind is called, Ora..." it spoke. Its voice had been deep before, heavy with a natural vibrato, but now, the shadowy hum seemed to resonate in the back of Fox's skull, heard by the canine through more than just his sensitive ears. "Your people call mine... Komodo."
A dragon. Fox stood in the presence of a dragon. Less than one hundred still existed in the entire universe.
The dragon caressed the vulpine's face, entwining his ear between its claws.
"Tell me, little fox. What is your mission?"
"It's..." Fox began to speak. The tongue flicked by his ear. His tail kinked in the worst possible way. Fox swallowed. "My mission is to give you what you want, and then leave."
"Are you sure you are talking about the briefcase?" it asked, bemused. "Baxter."
"Yeah?"
"Do you have it?"
The hyena nodded, taking off his backpack and retrieving the simple, black case from inside.
"Open it."
Baxter obeyed.
Fox's eyes widened, then snapped shut. It all made sense.
The case was empty.
An anonymous client. Tens of thousands of credits up-front. It wasn't a naïve customer.
Quite the opposite.
The dragon's claw traced down McCloud's front, gently tucking under the hem of his shirt.
For just thirty-thousand credits... Fox thought.
"...I bought you_."_
RRRRRRIIIIIIPPPP!
The dragon's arm shot upward, shredding Fox's shirt up the middle. The garment hung from his shoulders, in tatters. Then, as it hooked its claws into the ends of Fox's sleeves, the dragon tore the rags clean away, rendering McCloud bare from the waist up. With a few slices and even fewer tugs, his trousers were gone as well, all before the petrified fox could even try and pretend to resist.
Instead, he had been still, unwillingly in awe of how quickly and efficiently the creature had stripped him.
Now, only clad in his boots and skintight, form-fitting flight briefs, the shock of being made nearly naked drove the fox to react.
McCloud bucked and tugged at his restraints, with each effort more and more meaningless as the henchmen to whom he was tied, a tiger and a lion, refused to budge.
At that moment, Fox looked into his captor's eyes, how they followed his helpless dance of desperation.
Every movement, each hopeless attempt at freedom caused muscle to flex. Another would make his abdominals ripple. As Fox twisted in place and threw his center of gravity about, erratically and aimlessly, the dragon would merely observe as the curve of the vulpine's spine would rapidly glide into yet another pose of loath submission, each more pathetic than the last.
At that moment, Fox stopped, knowing all he did was entice his captor even further.
At least he won't strip me down completely. He can't.
_"I'm impressed,"_the dragon said, running a claw down McCloud's twitching abdomen, calmly finding where fur ended and elastic began. It tested and prodded, feeling for a gap and finding none.
The dragon slashed along the length of both of Fox's forearm, nearly grazing the sensitive skin beneath his fur, then instantly severing the cord tied around both his wrists simultaneously. It nodded to its hulking subordinates to whom Fox had been tied.
With unforgiving vigor, the henchmen took hold of Fox's wrist and forced the vulpine's fingers into the waistband. The seal broke perfectly.
In one hand and in one motion, the dragon took the last of McCloud's pride and let it fall to the fox's ankles. Fox's freed hands darted down to cover his nakedness.
"Such a well-kept vessel,"
In harsh contrast to his ominous approval, the komodo waved Baxter over, who hooked his arms under Fox's. The hyena then weaved his own fingers together behind Fox's head, immobilizing him. The two felines made short work of his remaining, irrelevant clothes.
It was done. Fox had nothing left. Baxter shoved him toward the boss with a finality that McCloud couldn't counteract. Once he collided with the reptile's body, he discovered something that truly quelled his uncertainty.
The dragon was indeed naked, like him, but Fox could only see the slightly-bulging slit of an unstimulated cloaca.
Fox couldn't look up. He couldn't look around. All he could do was cup his hands over his own groin and hope that somehow, he was in a nightmare and would soon wake up.
"Uncover yourself," the dragon ordered.
Fox slowly, reluctantly obeyed, straightening his arms, locking his elbows and keeping his hands at his sides.
At that point, McCloud's body started to shake.
_"Men, take note,"_it said, taking the trembling fox by the scruff of the neck, effortlessly lifting him up to eye-level with one arm.
The dragon was so huge, it could have devoured McCloud in two bites.
With a gasp and a whimper from his new fox pet, it pulled Fox's flaccid cock taut between the claws of its thumb and index finger. "Once you strip Fox McCloud down to his bare fur, he won't fight back."
The only sound made afterwards, the only sound that would ever matter, was that of the dragon's hand sliding along the inside of the fox's thigh, then clapping onto his rump.
McCloud was too broken to flinch.
"I see... two reasons for that." The hand at Fox's neck fell away, leaving the fox literally sitting in the palm of its hand. He weighed the fox, as if appraising his value. "First, it makes you realize that the fight has been lost. No reason to struggle as the predators devour you. Or the second..."
It pulled the fox closer, flickering tongue brushing against his trimmed whiskers.
"It just gives you an excuse to give in."
"P-please don't." Aside from beg, Fox did nothing to protect himself. His hands slid forward, along the length of the dragon's forearm, merely to keep his balance. He couldn't shake the feeling that his mind wasn't entirely his own.
"Tell me, little fox,"_it ignored him, fingers already at work parting McCloud's rump. A claw rested on the waiting sphincter. _"Have you ever been bred?"
With no further introduction, the claw shot inside McCloud, digging into the ludicrously tight hole, flexing and jabbing just as often as Fox's inner walls clenched and flexed.
Fox didn't scream. He didn't whimper. The only reaction that forced its way out was that of silent, impotent, gritting teeth.
Over the course of several minutes of being balanced in the reptile's grip, with only one claw brutally molesting him, Fox's arms began to shake, and his soft, pink member grew more and more firm, eventually leveraging off the surface of the dragon's arm, twitching and dripping in the air.
"You needn't answer," the dragon reassured him before removing his claw and perching the devastated fox on his shoulder. "Now I know. It will be an honor, being your first."
The dragon turned its head, brushing its chin along Fox's back. "Baxter."
"Yeah?"
Crudely, coldly, the dragon struck McCloud on the rump. Yet again, the fox failed to flinch.
"Humble him."
"Fuck yeah."
As the hyena eagerly, slowly made his way to the restrained pilot, Fox knew one thing. He would not be able to watch. With his lithe, light form draped over the dragon's right shoulder, the only direction Fox could look, without moving, was straight down, only able to observe the contour of the komodo's back and the gigantic girth of its wide, muscled ass.
Baxter pulled the fox's soft, limp tail to the side and pressed his panting, drooling muzzle between Fox's cheeks. From there, it was clear that the hyena had only one speed: full throttle.
And at that speed, Baxter opened McCloud with his claws and delved right in.
The hyena's tongue eagerly slathered over Fox's exposed opening. Each dire, reckless lick partially dipped inside, the cold, wet irreverence driving the fox into a fit of mild trembling.
It adjusted its grip, one hand on each of Fox's legs, above the knee; its claws pressed with disconcerting firmness into the inside of the stripped fox's thighs.
Although his entire upper body was free to move, Fox knew not to resist. One of its biceps was larger around than Fox's hips, the weakest muscle in its forearms stronger than both of Fox's legs.
It simply could not be defeated.
Baxter's licking and nibbling rapidly turned to probing and sucking, and Fox couldn't even imagine the expression on the smug bastard's face, perhaps a cackling sneer of a demented cur as it mistreated a helpless animal, or a cruel grin of unbridled, perverted joy. Perhaps the hyena showed no expression at all, having lost himself in a heartless rhythm, eyes blank, like livestock.
It would be a similar expression to that of the fox receiving such sublime torment.
A sudden burst of stress and pleasure came over McCloud. His thighs tightened and flexed of their own accord as the hyena's skilled tongue brought him higher and higher. An insatiable, unpalatable tension started to form deep inside the fox, just behind his twitching, ignored shaft.
The tension spread all too quickly, up his abdomen, across his back, and his muscles seized, holding Baxter's tongue inside him. Immediately, he received a gust of hot breath across the base of his tail.
Given the hyena's current state of mind, it was likely the closest thing he could manage to a laugh.
"Do not hide it,"_the komodo ordered _"Give in."
At his very command, the unwanted tension forced its way through and out of McCloud's body. Fox wanted to hold onto something. He wanted to cry out, but like with everything else that had just happened to him, he simply forgot to react.
The pleasure surged once, then twice, and then a third time. Eventually, after his eleventh swell, Baxter removed his tongue, briefly sliding his lips around Fox's sac, lovingly caressing the fox's balls in his mouth as he departed.
"Ugh, god damn," the hyena sighed, giving McCloud an appreciative squeeze on the rump as he sidled away, his footsteps audibly different, likely hindered by the way his trousers must have tightened...
All the while, Fox spent all of his effort on controlling his breath. Every time he inhaled, his throat would tighten. With every exhale, he would have to force out a slight, withering gasp, anything to avoid a whimper or a groan.
"Now," the dragon said, grabbing Fox by the hips and forcing him into a kneeling position, pressing the tip of his snout to its round, bulging cloaca. "You will lick."
Fox pressed his tongue to the dragon's scales with slow deliberation that implied more nervousness than outright refusal. Such a strange experience, he could taste the heat and feel the musk as the reptile's sheer will flowed through him.
Then, with surprising speed, something emerged.
Fox had expected a staggeringly huge, slimy cock. Instead, he received two.
Both hemipenes slid forth faster than McCloud's tongue lapped against their respective lengths. The fox didn't know which one to stimulate more, and he wasn't given a choice. An unstoppable, domineering claw took hold of his jaw and tilted his head back, allowing both cocks to slide past his neck, until the vulpine's soft, slender chin rested on the dragon's abdomen, no expression on his new master's face.
As soon as it let go of his head, Fox fell onto his back, trying to scramble away, unable to take his eye off of the two massive, pale, tapered members.
"N-n-no!" Fox shook. "I can't! It'll kill me!"
Before he could even close his eyes and look away, the lizard leapt onto him, pinning him with ease.
"I only leave the darkness for two things:"
The dragon stood, Fox in his grip once again, a claw around his arm, and another over his rump, prodding carelessly at the entrance.
"Either to mate, or to_eat."_ It pulled him closer, its tongue flickering over the fox's throat. "The choice is yours."
The choice had already been made. There was no choice to make. Before the dragon even finished its sentence, Fox slid his thighs around the dragon's chest, unable to make his feet meet around the creature's back.
"Hmmph." It seemed indifferent, even as one of its cocks lined up and pressed into McCloud. "For now, you will only take one."
That was it. That was all the introduction that Fox would get.
The dragon pushed Fox down, sliding him onto the cock at an alarming speed, about the speed of gravity.
For the briefest of moments, Fox's vision went black. His body felt stretched, rearranged from the inside. His legs shot straight, head flung back in a tight grimace, and then everything paused.
Fox opened his eyes and looked down. He had taken nearly the entire length, with only a few centimeters between his sphincter and the base, all in one thrust. He had taken the beast's right cock, as his own right leg and buttock were wedged firmly in the crevice between the two shafts.
How am I not dead?
"If you're impressed by your ability to take cock," the komodo said, "then obviously, you know little of your species' history."
It slid its palm over Fox's back and great care in feeling his rump. "I can promise you that the rest of our union will be quite painful, unless..." It looked Fox dead in the eye. "If you swallow my tongue, all pain will subside."
Once again, Fox took no time to think, instantly pressing the tip of his snout to the dragon's tight, unflinching lips.
It tilted its head to the side; its maw slid open wide before clamping down around the sides of the fox's jaw. Almost instantly, Fox's mouth filled with the pale, bitter organ. His mouth overflowed with drool that was not his own. Within seconds, the quivering, defeated vulpine had overpowered his ever-present sense of hesitation and started swallowing the dragon's copious saliva in full, which its tongue soon followed.
The dragon grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and proceeded to plow, less like a forcible kiss and more like orally fucking the fox with its tongue.
At that point, Fox felt his heart noticeably slow down, beating quieter and less frequently. Then, he realized that he felt nothing at all. Anything that touched his skin, or anything that touched his insides, left no sensation whatsoever.
The tongue forced its way down Fox's unwittingly willing throat, and there it stayed. In the most chilling of ways, Fox found that he no longer possessed the desire to breathe.
A small moment of serenity followed. For a few minutes, the irrelevant struggle of McCloud's pride had fallen so far away, it likely ceased to exist, and the only movement made by the diminutive little canine was the continuous, erratic twitching he endured on both ends. His body still seemed to reject the treatment as the dragon raped him from both ends, with two different organs, at the same time.
The komodo pulled its tongue free, all in one slick motion, and Fox found himself gasping for air that he forgot he wanted. Even as he moaned and panted, he could barely hear himself, like he had developed a habit for something he had never done before.
The dragon slid its grip down to Fox's hips, and just as the vulpine looked up, he saw something that he immediately hoped never to see again.
It was smiling.
And then, the dragon made its first thrust.
With a single roll of its gargantuan hips, and the heavy, slow, unstoppable force of a battering ram, the shaft pulled back only a few millimeters before forcing itself back in, all the way. The momentum alone was enough to throw Fox higher, visibly sliding halfway up the monster's cock; his own weight, along with the next thrust, was enough to bring their groins together again. In a steady, unflinching churn, it rocked him with quick, sharp, sparse lunges, each one bringing a stifled groan to Fox's lips.
The dragon moved its hands between Fox's thighs, and as he did so, it became apparent that he could hold the fox's weight with the strength of his cock alone, and with that strength, it used Fox's unparalleled flexibility against him, pinning his knees to his shoulders, his fingers long enough to bind those very knees to those very shoulders.
Now fully confident that he had found a secure way to handle the fox, it began to pull McCloud down to match his thrusts, treating him more like an object than a victim.
After a dozen whimpers and twice as many thrusts, Fox noticed something. He wasn't being fucked against a wall, or pinned to the floor. The dragon stood entirely upright, letting the vulpine bounce up and down in what felt like empty space.
And then, Fox looked up.
The look of piercing stoicism had returned, the fleeting elation of fulfilled anticipation long gone. It looked him from head to groin, appreciating his figure, perfectly kept just for the sake of being abused.
As soon as their eyes met, the dragon stopped playing nice.
With a shocking, sudden force, the beast doubled over, planted a hand on the floor, secured the palm of its other hand on Fox's back, and started fucking him in earnest. The burgeoning force of the reptiles bucking hips was enough to sedate McCloud with the sheer confidence of the drake's presence. Truly, it plowed him, and as its spine began to arch like that of a feral creature, its tongue descended, flickering like an inverted flame, and danced along the ridges and apexes of Fox's abdomen.
The sight of his body. The smell of sweat. The sound of his cries. The feel of his tender insides. The taste of his soft, fine fur.
Fox was the object of all five of its senses, perhaps even six.
It was at this moment that a fresh wave of fear and shame surged forward in McCloud's body. Without thinking, his freed hands darted downward to cover his groin, and the dragon didn't care. It even found it appealing, apparently, as its tongue shot ahead in a similar direction, slipping under Fox's fingers and looping around his sensitive, vulnerable sac.
Something was coming; it had altered the timing of its thrusts. Now, it forced Fox to the base, then held him close, only thrusting a precious few millimeters before repeating the process. Big thrust, little thrusts... big thrust, little thrusts.
A tension emanated from the reptile and into the surrounding air, so that the reality around them felt apprehensive and worrisome, and as brief as it had been, the new rhythm faded away, and the repetitious, long, heavy thrusts returned. All the while, the dragon's breathing hadn't changed. Not once, even as he climaxed.
It was the single greatest feat that Fox had ever witnessed, let alone received. Although he felt nothing fill him, the cock that remained outside his body was more than enough to demonstrate the dragon's capability.
Though he felt nothing come out of the cock inside of him, massive jets of cum blasted to the ground and the nearby wall from the unused, adjacent penetrator, some shots hitting his underarm and side, enough to fill buckets. By the time the event had passed, it hadn't amounted to some spill on the floor, so much as a small flood in the corner, surface tension lending the substance an easily-visible, although slight, height.
"This will do for your initiation." The dragon calmly pushed Fox downward until he lay alone on the floor, and as soon as its cock pulled free, Fox felt... full. Under the influence of the reptile, he had lost all sense of touch, without the slightest clue as to how greatly the dragon had filled him. It laid the two spasming members on top of Fox's body, the last few spurts of seed running along and into the canid's lax, dropped jaw.
The dragon stood, pressing its foot into Fox's groin before giving him a gentle, firm shove into the corner, pushing him away like garbage. Sliding atop the reptile's slick semen, he quickly found the wall, drenched even further in the same seed that gushed out of his abused hole.
"Take him away," it ordered Baxter.
_They all watched,_Fox shuddered.
"You two," the dragon continued, motioning toward the tiger and lion. "You have some work to do."
It made its way back to the desk and seated itself, both cocks still rigid and waiting.
"I am not finished."
"Yessir," the two said in unison, making their way to their master's side, stripping away their own armor as they approached.
Fox had no chance to watch, even if he had wanted to. Instead, Baxter took him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him back into the hall, sliding him through even more mess as he tugged the fox along. Before Fox's eyes could even adjust to the light, he found himself in yet another elevator.
As the door slid shut and the two descended, it was apparent that the hyena was going to enjoy their time alone together.
Baxter dropped Fox on the floor, frozen and broken in the mess that had been made of him. With a spark in his eye and a menacingly large bulge in his pants, the hyena slid a finger down the control panel and pressed the big, red button.
The elevator stopped. The lights went out.
"Come here."
"This is just my opinion," Sloague mumbled, cracking his knuckles as he stared at his prey. The blue bird sat helpless, both hands cuffed to a pipe above his head. The sickly yellow light filtered in by the giant face of the clock tower made the avian appear darker than he truly was, almost black, even. His head drooped and his beak rested against his own chest, likely out of shame but possibly to give off the impression that he had passed out. "Your average tail-chaser 'round these parts... they always wanna fuck pooches. 'Make that dog squeal like a bitch. 'Make a vixen outta that fox!' and that's really fuckin' stupid." The boar knelt down and rested his palm on Falco's thigh. "They don't know what they're missin', right?"
Falco didn't respond, so the pig leaned in and flicked the bird's feathery sac, not gentle in the least. It made the pheasant flinch, but he refused to make eye-contact.
"You know what they say." Sloague rolled his eyes and stood up straight. "Dogs love bones that make 'em groan." The boar shrugged. "But to me, I always thought the birds are where it's at."
As if on impulse, Sloague crawled on top of the chained bird, his clothed, mildly obese form nestled in close the Falco's bare, tight body. A tusk prodded its way into Falco's beak, soon pressing down on the bird's tongue with the wide, dull spike.
Sloague pulled his tusk free, then slid his slobbery, messy snout down Falco's torso.
"I'm gonna fuck ya with my teeth. How 'bout that?"
Falco's beak slowly fell open, a small string of drool sticking to his feathers. His eyes remained shut.
"What the fuck is _wrong_with you?" The bird's voice shook.
Sloage paused, jumping to his feet so he could stand over Falco.
"The only thing that's wrong right now is that I haven't gotten you off yet," the boar bragged as he saddled on top of Falco's head, pressing his barely-constrained bulge on the pheasant's forehead. "I got plans for you. When we get back to our armada, to my_ship, and to _my quarters..." he prodded his fingers against his putrid, leather-bound cock. "That's when your getting' the dick, and you ain't never gonna feel clean again."
With his hopes and plans revealed, the boar gave Falco a light, smug pet on the cheek before diving back between the bird's plush, firm thighs, his left tusk still moist from the bird's saliva.
He pressed his flat, wall-like snout under Falco's tail feathers and inhaled deeply, repeatedly, to the point where the pig made a few sharp, curt snorts just from the rushing air.
"Your asshole smells so good."
A chill ran through Falco that made him feel as though his feathers had slightly wilted. Unfortunately for him, the boar's suction and kisses was enough to force the bird's cock up into a semi-erect state. Completely unavoidable.
"Quit pretendin' you're a victim," Sloague sighed against Falco's ruffled feathers. "Just enjoy it like the rest of you is doin'."
As the tusk forced its way in, Falco didn't truly breathe, so much as just submit as the air forced itself down his throat. For once, he didn't care about the sounds he made as he was penetrated by the overlong boar tooth. It curved in the best and worst possible way, meeting the curve of his insides and putting pressure in just the places needed to make him squirm.
Throughout their odd pairing, Sloague certainly didn't let up. With a physical strength implied by his species, he lifted Falco by the hips, resting a leg on each of his wide shoulders. The chains pulled taught, Falco spread wide in midair, parallel to the floor, as Sloague's hands wandered up the bird's front, fingers running through implausibly soft feathers.
In a plodding, selfish rhythm, Sloague jabbed the tusk into Falco's clenched hole. Every time he bottomed out, he tilted his head and ran his tongue under the bird's delicate shaft, building in intensity as he built up in speed.
As always, the victim's groans turned to moans. The avian tugged at his restraints, the first time he had ever done so.
As the two grinded into their inevitable, unholy crescendo, it was difficult to tell who was experiencing the most pleasure.
Every other thrust, Falco's body would buck, flex, or twist. He would pull on the pipe to which he was chained, each time more intense than the last.
"Come on," Sloague grumbled. "Let it out. I'm gonna find out what your cum smells like..."
Soon enough, Falco's body gave out. His body curled in and his shoulders touched the floor. Once the first spurt of cum hit the underside of his beak, Sloague pulled his tusk free, rested his torso on the bird's uplifted rump and watched as the pheasant sullied his own flawless plumage.
"C'mon... more." Sloague slid his thumb just inside Falco's ass, filling the space left empty by his tooth. He couldn't even understand the sound of his own laughter as the seed kept coming, shot after shot.
As the pressure began to subside, Falco had reached his eighth spurt. His eyes met those of his captor, his tyrant.
"Deeper."
Sloague did just that, jamming his thumb as deep as it could go, then bending it at the first knuckle and jabbing it into the prostate.
Falco seized. He pulled his arms into his chest.
Something popped.
"How much longer?" Alsen, the ferret moaned as he drew another card from the deck, an ace. Almost immediately, his older twin, Ellor, replied.
"I dunno. We'll get the call eventually. Until then, we just have to keep McCloud and Lombardi separated until the boss finishes up."
"It's been almost an hour." Alsen grumbled. "Got any eights?"
"Who knows how long it's gonna take? For all we know, Baxter and the guys are doing to McCloud what Sloague is doing to the bird. Maybe they're gonna break him before--"
A scream came from nowhere, making both ferrets jump before going back to that very same nowhere. It was obvious who had been screaming.
"Okay," Ellor mumbled. "Sloague's going too far."
"Guys!"
Straight down the hall and through the doorway, none other than Sloague himself barged in, leaning in the doorframe and nervously licking his tusks. "I think his arm's broken!"
"What!" Alsen jumped to his feet. "How?"
"He was pullin' too hard on the handcuffs, maybe? I don't fuckin' know!"
Without another word of introduction, the three smugglers darted back down the hall from whence Sloague had come and instantly found Falco, right where he had been left, a curled-up mess, obviously in severe pain, on the verge of actually passing out.
Both ferrets gasped, horrified at the sight of Falco's disjointed right hand, at a perfect right angle from where it should have been.
"What the fuck were you thinking, Sloague?" Ellor screamed. "You know birds have hollow bones!"
"I wasn't exactly thinking, fuckwit!" Sloague said, crossing his arms as he thought. "What do we do? If the boss sees him like this..."
"Here's what we do," Ellor suggested. "We put him in the truck--sedated--and get him to a town, might take a few hours, so we'll have to think of an alibi on the way. We find a doctor who'll give him a microsplint."
"Good idea," Alsen concurred, crossing the room in an unthinking rush. "Let's get these handcuffs off him right now." With shaking hands, he took the key off his belt and shoved it into the lock.
"Yeah, stabilize the break." Ellor nodded, then thought, and then contradicted himself. "Wait!"
He was too late.
In less than two seconds, right after the right cuff clicked open, Falco tightened his right hand into a fist and popped his hand back in place. That very hand darted under Alsen's jacket and came away holding the ferret's blaster.
Three shots; three hits. Alsen through the chest, Ellor through the gut, and Sloague was the most unfortunate.
All three fell to the ground, both ferrets were still.
"Fugghkenn... baughssturdh..." the boar's words seemed to spill out of the hole in his neck more than his mouth.
Once Falco blasted the chain that held his left arm, crossed the room, and put his entire weight on the pig's chest, screams of pain fell out as well.
"Thing is," Falco spoke. "I can only pull that trick once, meaning I have very little incentive to let you live."
Their eyes met once more. From Sloague, there was a look of hatred only possible from a creature about to die by his own actions, but unable to hold himself responsible.
"I'm going to cover that hole in your throat for five seconds, and in that time, you're going to tell me only one thing."
He shifted his weight onto Sloague's windpipe, easily causing insurmountable pain, but he'd be able to speak.
Falco knelt down on top of his former captor.
"Where. Is. Fox."
Next time on Star Fox:
This seemingly innocuous little flashback wraps up and explains our hero's current predicament as he remains in the clutches of Star Wolf, and in the throes of his own ecstasy (apparently, he's been getting continuously reamed by Panther for exactly one year. *shudders*). Bonds are tested and conflicts are made clear. After all, it's my universe and I do what I want. I'll leave the restraint to you guys.
... or maybe I should leave the restraints to whoever has the advantage over Fox. Hue-hue-hue-hue...