The Great Fox
#2 of The treachery of Starfox
The Great Fox
Author: Wolfgang Wolfe
Editor: FT2k4
The Great Fox. It was a magnificent ship with outstanding crew, and was headed by a great and benevolent leader, the famous Fox McCloud, or, as some knew him, StarFox. At least that was the public image put forth, however, to a select few there was a deeper darker secret surrounding the Great Fox, and an even odder miscalculation of crew.
There should have been 10 members all total, 6 crew members and 4 new recruits. However, there were only the 6 regular members. No one bothered to ask what happened to the 4 new recruits, partly because no one knew about them to begin with. No one but the StarFox leader and 2nd in command, Falco.
Fox McCloud, as not too many knew, was a voraphile; apparently a good one, to get rid of 4 crewmembers in the course of a few months. It wasn't exactly smiled upon for one to go around gobbling up young eager space cadets, so for the most part, it was kept a secret, and Falco was the only one who knew the truth. Did he like the truth? No. Did he like the Great Fox and the team? Yes, and for that reason, he didn't rat out the head of it, though more and more people were going to go "missing".
The latest one was kind of sad, the show white fox was so trusting of the devious little captain, and was easily taken by his charms. Sadly, he was just as easily a bulge in the sly fox's belly that same day. Falco watched, and seemed to be amused by it, but inside he knew it was wrong. He sat and pondered in the bridge, pondered a solution that would keep the Great Fox and StarFox running, and stop the little voraphile once and for all.
Somewhere else in the ship...
The gluttonous captain of the Great Fox caressed his taught and fox filled belly, the little fox within still squirming tiredly as the stomach acids began to work him down to a soft layer of fat that Fox would be able to work off quickly enough. He was groggy with food, which wasn't a surprise, as the fox he ate was a little less than his own size. If he were wearing clothing, he surely would have burst out of it.
"Mmmm. That's right, go to sleep tasty little fox..." He urrrped gently, patting his full gut once more.
Back on the Bridge...
"I could always...no, that wouldn't work. Or would it?" Falco's mind raced, a less known fact was that Falco was a bit of a voraphile himself, his race possessing the little known skill, but it was intentionally only used for feeding, not to derive some sort of pleasure. He could beat Fox at his own game, he could...no, he couldn't possibly do that. The thought of gulping the stuffed fox and claiming place as head of the Great Fox as well as the StarFox team was so alluring...but, could he betray a friend like that?
What was he talking about! That cowardly fox had openly threatened him, stating that if he exposed fox, the same fate would befall him. It was settled then, his compassion faded away and was instantly replaced with a cold ambition, he would be the new owner and captain of the Great Fox, as well as usurp the position of the leader of the mercenary team.
"And I'll even be catching a decent meal too..." His stomach grumbled in anticipation, and he rubbed his soft feathers over the spot.
Fox's door slid open, the metallic clank of it startling him some as he looked over to see who entered, but the hallway and the figure was too shadowy to be seen.
"I said not to be disturbed for the rest of the night!" He shouted, but there was very little confidence in his voice, he was more terrified of being discovered than anything. The cocky laugh that answered him didn't help much either.
"I don't think you're in any position to be making demands..." Falco grinned deviously as he stalked through the door and into the dimly lit room, his shirt already removed and slung over his shoulder. The door slid back quickly and the same clank made the well fed fox jump a little once more.
"F-F-F-Falco? You know I don't like to be disturbed after a feeding..." The fox did his best to sit up in bed, but it did little more than prove how helpless he was. Falco shook his head and tossed his shirt aside, walking to the foot of the bed and ran his feathers across the foot of the bed, all the while having a smile plastered on his face.
"You know, for quite some time...I thought that was simply because you were enjoying your meal...but a while ago I realized...!" He said with a start, and lunged at the fox, pinning his arms to the headboard and held tight, "Its because you're utterly helpless like this!"
Fox gasped some as he was overpowered by the blue feathered bird, and he began to perspire a bit, the situation was entirely different now, and he apparently didn't handle domination very well. He got a lump in his throat and could barely speak, his tail that once hung limp at his side in pleasure now quivered slowly.
"N-N-N-Now Falco...Lets be reasonable about this..." He practically whimpered and tried to regain control of his arm, but Falco twisted it and forced the fox onto his belly to prevent it from breaking. He couldn't tell if he was more surprised that Falco had figured out his weakness, or that Falco was acting upon it, either way he was screwed. The sudden poke at his rear alluded to the fact that this was about to become literal.
"So Fox, is this how you do it? I'm sure you're a bit more gentle, try to charm them and such. But that's not how a true fighter would, I've learned that you take what you want, and that means not playing lackey to some vorish fox who feeds on unsuspecting recruits." Fox whimpered a bit louder, half liking the feel of the bulge in the birds pants against his naked rear, and have scared out of his mind at what he may do, he felt the bird lean off of him for a moment, and heard a loud slow zip.
Falco's alarming 8 inches of meat bobbed from his pants, the color a bright pink in contrast to his blue feathers and dribbling with thick pre cum. He rubbed over it a little, still holding Fox's arm behind him with his free wing.
"W-W-What are you doing Falco?" Fox tried to squirm away once more, but the bird tightened his grip, though Fox was the captain and a master of the skies, Falco was an undoubtedly more skilled hand-to-hand fighter, and much stronger to boot. The bird groaned and cooed some as he pressed forward onto the whimpering fox, the tip of his rigid and hot cock pressing ever so gently against the pinned Fox's tight little pucker.
"I'm preparing a meal...I like to call it creamed fox..." Falco grunt and forced into the stuffed fox without a words warning, his muzzle opened wide and out came a yelp of pain as he was invaded by the bird. His tailhole yielded easily enough, being forced open by the nice sized package inside of it, and it went deeper still, not stopping until Falco's groin rested against the Fox's rear.
It was a very good thing that each room was sound proof, for the fox's lusty yelps could have very well echoed through the entire ship. Every inch of Falco's meat slid through Fox's rear like a snake retreating to its den, and it seemed to go just as deep. Fox's own cock jerked and twitched in excitement, his body preparing to release his creamy seed.
Falco was in rare form as he took the little fox, but his own lust got the better of him, and it wasn't long before he released his thick "cream" into the fox. His powerful thrusts grew slow and deep, the final one ending with jets and ropes of cum filling the gasping fox's rear. His own cock vibrated for moment and exploded onto his sheets, coating them in jizz. They both collapsed, Falco slumping against Fox's back, and Fox resting heavily on his slowly digesting gut.
"Mmmm...you're all ready now Fox..." Falco grunted as his cock slithered out of Fox's rear, a little cum following it. Fox gasped and groaned once more, not in pain, but loss of the fullness he secretly loved in his rear.
"Falco...think about this..." Fox whimpered pathetically, which only seemed to fuel Falco's determination, he flipped the fox over onto his back and pushed him to the bed. Falco straddled him now, without so much of goodbye and opened his beak wide, it was amazingly flexible, and in mere seconds it was large enough to fit over his entire head.
Before the great Fox McCloud could make another frantic plea, a darkness over came him, followed by the warmth and wetness one expects on the inside of a mouth, and Falco's jaws had secured themselves around his head. Were this a meal for pleasure and not status, Falco probably would've taken his time, but he was filled with a certain urgency, an urgency to deny conscience as he inched his beak down the Fox's neck.
Fox's screams were muffled by the fleshy throat taking him down, and his thrashes produced sounds only the 2 of them could hear, another sickening lurch forward, and he could no longer flail his arms, his shoulders were tugged up into the drooling jaws and instantly pinned to his sides. All around him, the flesh writhed and squished around him, tugging in his chest as well, which if he had to, he would admit he liked that feeling, but this was not a time for pleasure, and panic SHOULD have wracked his brain, but the next gulped drew in his own digesting gut, caressing it with the warmth of its embrace.
The bird had a bit more leverage now, seeing as how a good deal of the vulpine frame was in his jaws now, and he sat back, now only the arch of his rival's distended gut was the problem. He stretched his jaws a bit more, wincing at first, but the gradual stretching allowed him to adjust to the change. His paws massaged and pressed the gut down until it was more manageable, and as though by instinct, his throat took advantage and pulled Fox in ever nearer to his groaning gut. His breath grew slow and deep as he took in the belly, it blocked off his air some as it bulged out his throat, but he was used to that, and had learned to breath around his meal.
It was at this point that Fox realized his fate was sealed, he could feel the small ring of muscle beneath him stretch wide to accept him, and his head slid down into Falco's waiting middle, the stomach groaned and gurgled to welcome him, but he replied only with weak sobs and tears. A sudden jerk was felt, and his center of gravity shifted...Falco had tilted his head straight back and used his own weight against him, as though it couldn't get worse. His head plummeted into the churning mess in Falco's stomach, and he was forced to curl up in the fetal position.
Falco on the other hand was for all intents and purposes, having the time of his life. He pressed the fox's legs into his jaws with one wing and was rubbing his feathery extending middle with the other. He could feel the weakened movements of the fox within him and it was wonderful, especially since the skin beneath the dark blue feathers was stretched to a place somewhere between euphoria and pain. It wasn't long before the gently kicking legs of the fox disappeared as well, and only the tail remained. To add insult to injury, he snapped his beak down on the tail, a muffled yelp escaping from his quivering and shuddering gut. It too, was made short work of.
Having the rest of his body join him, all the devoured fox could do was curl up and sob. He could almost empathize for his own victims, but what was done was done, and very little could undo it. He pressed out against the belly walls, only serving to make the bird groan in bliss. A sudden and deep belch removed the air from his fleshy prison, and the darkness itself grew blurry. Sound faded to distant echoes, and color became a darkening blotch. Then...silence.
Falco grinned to himself, quite satisfied with his necessary gluttony and he rubbed over his still belly.
"Hmmm, well If I can *URRRRP* admit nothing else, I know why he did this so often." He said smugly, his pants were all but busted and had his shirt been on, it would be torn to shreds now. Fortunately for him, he always thought ahead.
The End
Editor's Comments: Overall, this is an excellent, and now one of my favorite stories. It is an interesting take on Falco's character, I'm sure I'm not the only one who believes Falco would try to mutiny Fox and usurp his position as the leader. Quite an effective way to do it, too!
Editor's Changes: Added in a few things about the StarFox team, fixed up some spelling and grammatical errors, and fixed up a general 'annoyance' that I, and I'm sure the entire 'hardcore StarFox fanbase' will get, and that is Fox's name. Nothing serious, just kinda gets on my nerves when people call him 'StarFox'. Also added in a header (Story name, author and in this case, the editor) and of course, these two comment boxes.
-FatalTragedy2004
P.s. Comments and criticisms welcome, I'm wondering about some of these ratings...