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Starfox Stained Epilogue For Limemas By Draconicon

As the only member of the team that hadn't been so completely broken, Falco was the one that was given the most freedom among the 'Bitch Team,' as Star Wolf had taken to calling them. He was allowed in and out of their quarters, allowed to go to the different members of 'Team Master,' as some of Star Wolf had taken to calling it, and even allowed to go to the surface from time to time. As long as he came when he was called, as long as he did what he was told and donated the right amount of genetic material every week, he was more or less left to his own devices.

That didn't mean that he was given easy tasks when he was on duty, but it did mean that he had more freedom between those tasks, and he got the chance to lord his 'superiority' over the rest of his old team.

Like now, as he watched Fox get on the webcam again, smirking at him from the other side of the room. His former commander, his former 'slave', was bouncing on a dildo harder than he had ever done for the bird. The exuberance that he had for everything, how eager he was to do any nasty little thing so long as there was someone to watch him do it, was a marked contrast to the leader he'd once been.

"Heh, enjoying that fat dick, Fox?"

"Mmmph...yea..."

"You remember when you used to ride my cock?"

"Fuck...you..."

"Mmm, you wish. I put you in your place for a long time, but you never appreciated it. Looks like you needed me to go harder than I ever did."

"Mmph...and you...you needed someone...to make you their bitch...so shut it!"

All true, but he had gotten Fox blushing, so he counted that as a win. Seeing his former slut's legs spread, seeing that tail go up and watching a massive dildo go deep into that hot pucker was good enough for him.

He leaned back against the wall, his own cock flopped over his balls, dangling down and swinging a bit from the weight that was wrapped around the tip. It was one of Leon's more recent games, something to tease and remind Falco that the bird's dick was just a bit smaller than the chameleon's. Not a ton smaller, but enough to be visible.

That, and the fact that it pulled on his skin, giving him a bit more of a foreskin and making his cockhead that much more sensitive...

Well, it did make for a constant reminder of his place. He groaned under his breath as he shifted his position, feeling the weight and string pull on him again.

Fox glanced at him, blushing a bit, his mouth opening and closing. Falco knew the look. If Peppy was around, their old commander would have been ordering the old hare to stuff his mouth with dick, give him something to do with that smart mouth of his besides just gasp and moan for the camera.

It was tempting to give his old bitch something to play with, but Falco had something better to do with his time. He smirked at his old friend, giving him a salute before walking towards the door.

"Where you going?"

"Oh, just out."

"Ugh...come on. I could...mmph...use a hand with the show."

"I'll pass. Besides, if I started fucking you, you'd lose your next 'donation.'"

Leaving the complaining show-off behind, Falco walked down the corridor towards the main part of the lab. He knew that Peppy and Slippy were busy at the moment, either being called to their master or being put through the milking process, so he was pretty sure that he'd be left alone unless Leon was out and about.

He doubted that. The chameleon was pretty focused on his current task, and he doubted that the big guy would show up at any point until it was done.

The naked bird left the hallway behind, entering the grand cloning chamber. A hundred, a thousand different tubes slowly turned round and round on different levels around him, showing off the different bodies that were in various stages of growth.

Falco leaned on the railing, shaking his head at what had been made here. Each clone was a combination of one Star Fox and one Star Wolf pilot, each one made to combat the weaknesses between the different teammates, or to specialize on the combined strengths of one pair. He could see a few that had feathers like his, a few obvious candidates for what had been done with his DNA, but for the others? Who knew?

They'd be sold off to the Cornerian Army at some point, given to the military to off-set the losses that were taken in the wars and bring about a different sort of era, a different sort of army if Andross ever came back.

"Heh, looks like we're out of a job."

"Oh, you think so, bird-brain?"

He would have thought that was Leon, but the voice was too smarmy, too arrogant for that. Andrew, then. The bird turned around, looking over his perpetually-fanned tail feathers at the approaching ape.

"Hey, you're the one feeding the army all the new recruits. You think that they're going to want to buy mercenaries on top of that?"

"We're still providing the training, and they need officers. Smart officers, unlike you."

"Heh, you mean like Slip?"

"Watch it, Falco! You might be valuable, but it's only a matter of time before I figure out how to artificially create your DNA. I won't need donations forever."

"Yeah, but until you get as smart as Slippy, you'll need it."

"What did you say?!"

The ape marched right up to him, grabbing him from behind. The sudden yank at the metal collar around his neck - the only attire that he was allowed - gagged Falco hard. He gasped for breath, his eyes going wide as the ape yanked him back, a bulge pressing against his ass cheeks.

"Did you dare imply that the lowly toad is smarter than me?"

"Ugh...nngh..."

"Let's get this straight, bird boy! I am the great Andrew Oikonny. You will respect me, or I will -"

"Heh, what's the matter, monkey boy? Getting a little hot under the collar there?"

And just like that, Andrew let him go. Falco slumped against the railing, panting hard, even as his cock twitched between his legs. The bulge disappeared from between his ass cheeks, and he was almost disappointed at the sudden lack of heat and pressure back there.

Leon had trained him well, heh. He'd almost gotten ready to get off from a hate-fuck.

Standing up and rubbing his neck, he turned to see Wolf crossing his arms, leaning against the corridor entrance. Andrew was sputtering in pure rage and fury, but the big wolf shook his head.

"Lombardi. Get back to Leon."

"Heh, he needs some help?"

"He's going all egg-head on me. Go make him shut the fuck up."

"You got it."

"Hey! I wasn't done with teaching him a lesson!" Andrew complained.

"You are now. Let me remind you of the deal here, ape..."

There was a definite smirk on Falco's beak as he left the big room behind. Despite the whole thing about being someone else's slave, despite being on the bottom when he had been on the top, he kinda liked seeing 'Team Master' have their own problems. It was kinda fun to see someone else get bitch-slapped for taking things over the line, as he was pretty damn sure was happening to Andrew right at that point. Wolf didn't take kindly to the different members of his team stepping over the line with the different slaves that they'd taken.

As he walked down the corridor, he heard the usual grunting that came from Pigma's quarters. He knew what was going on in there, and more importantly, he had the freedom to take a peek to enjoy the sight.

Falco leaned around the doorway, smirking slightly at the sight of the old hare getting hammered from behind. Peppy was moaning into his pillow, the shy old man groaning and panting. His thighs were tattooed, showing him as Pigma's Bitch, Slut Hare, and more along his back and legs. His ass probably had a number of other tattoos on it, the pig pushing the old hare to become more and more of a bad boy to fit in as the boar's slut.

Looking up from the panting, shivering, blushing older hare, he saw that Pigma had noticed him. The boar lifted his sunglasses, smirking, and gave the bird a thumbs up. Falco returned the gesture, moving on.

"Yeah, Peps, you back that ass right up. I want you to make me squeal."

He rolled his eyes as he heard what the boar said. For all that he didn't like the big fat guy, he couldn't deny that Pigma was probably the best 'breaker' outside of Leon in the group. There was something about the overwhelming 'top' nature that the boar had that made just about everyone else roll over, giving up everything that they had in order to get that pig dick inside of them.

Even he'd been victim to it, though less so in the months since their fall. Pigma seemed to be devoting more and more of his attention to Peppy, like he was trying to make up for lost time or something.

Hell, those two almost seem like a couple sometimes, he thought, remembering the time that Pigma had gotten all dressed up in a bunch of leather duds and had taken Peppy to the surface, pulling the hare around several different clubs and using him in public. Nasty kind of couple, but a couple.

It was different than what Wolf did with Fox. Sure, there was something there, something that Fox had latched onto, but the way that Wolf ran the bitch, it was clear that the big guy had more of a financial transaction in mind. Fox was a way to make money for him, a way to get some gratification for himself, and that was about it.

That wasn't to say that he hadn't seen Wolf stand up for Fox. The one time that a crazed fan had found their way down here and tried to take Fox away - not for any good reasons, just out of possessiveness - Wolf had come along and not just saved Fox from becoming a hostage, but pounded the ever-living hell out of the fan.

He still didn't know what had happened to the body, and Falco knew better than to ask.

As for Slippy...

The bird paused as he made his way down the hallway, looking into Andrew's room. Slippy was on the ape's bed, his ass back on a dildo attached to a wall, his tongue hanging out and licking over the head of his cock, milking himself with that long tongue and teasing himself to stay hard and drippy.

Heh...one of the bad days, eh, Slip?

While all of them had been affected by Star Wolf's attempts to break them down, Slippy had been the one most chemically modified. He remembered touching his old pal on the shoulder and sending the toad to his knees, panting and gasping from his sensitive skin.

More than that, it seemed to have spiked Slippy's anxiety about stuff. All the pleasure that he gave himself, all the self-sucking, all the dildo-riding, all the work he did to please Andrew seemed to be a way to keep himself from thinking about his worries. The more that he did to look dumb, the less was expected of him, and the better his life seemed to be.

Wasn't the sort of thing that the bird would want for himself, but he understood why Slippy did it. It was a way to keep from getting in trouble, and Andrew had such a hot temper that it was better to stay out of trouble if Wolf wasn't around to get you out of it.

That was the thing about the whole relationship. Everyone had their master, but Wolf was able to tap anyone that he wanted to. He was also the one that ran the whole thing, advised by Leon, as far as Falco had been able to figure out. The whole thing had to come together the right way, work the right way.

Wolf was muscle. Leon was the calculating brains. Andrew was the one that made sure that it all worked. Pigma...

He didn't know what Pigma actually did, but there was probably something that he was being kept in the dark about.

Shrugging, he kept walking, leaving the self-sucking toad behind. The sound of the tongue work followed for a while, but he ignored it, putting his head where it needed to be for where he was going.

The lab waited for him at the end of the hallway, and unsurprisingly, he could see Leon's silhouette moving around in there. It looked like the chameleon was naked again, probably working on modifying himself once more. He was always doing that, always trying to make his body better than it had been, always doing something to tweak it and make it more powerful, more capable.

Falco sometimes wondered if he was just suffering from feeling inferior to Wolf, or if he was just trying to always stay a step ahead of the bird. Either way, it was a fun thought.

He chuckled as he opened the door, stepping inside. The chameleon turned, smirking as his eyes narrowed.

"Ah, featherhead. Good timing. Tell me, how does my cock look now?"

The chameleon thrust his hips forward, and it was clear that more had been done to the shaft. There were little notches and ridges along the side, making the humanoid shaft look more textured, like it would ripple a hole that it was thrust into more than just spreading it. Lots more stimulation there, Falco was sure, and he could already feel his pucker tensing in excitement to see what it would be like.

The rounded head of the shaft, barely uncovered from being so hard, was a little darker than usual, a bit more blood-filled, he imagined. Falco narrowed his eyes, seeing the tell-tale laser marks of some surgery that had just been done.

"Another implant?"

"Heh, that's right, bitch. I'm going to have the perfect mechanical dick by the time that I'm done."

"Do you need to make it better? You already get me off in record time."

"Heh, I want to make sure that any bitch that so much as sees it is on their knees."

"That how you plan to keep control when you become an officer?" Falco asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway, the weight on his dick slapping against his thigh. "You just gonna flash 'em until they give in and fall to their knees, begging to call you master?"

"Hehehehe, why, you afraid that you won't be able to compete with them?"

"Hey, the original's better than any clone you can throw at your dick."

"Then why don't you prove it, hmmm?"

The narrow-eyed smirk that came his way was just the sort of thing that he expected from Leon at all times, but that didn't mean that it was any less challenging. Falco chuckled, going down to his knees and grabbing that fat cock by the base.

It hadn't grown much wider, but he could definitely feel the new ridges under his fingers, thicker and heavier than the shaft had been before. It was made for fucking and breaking, now, and as he took a sniff around the head of the shaft -

"Mmmph..."

"Mmm, yes, that's the smell of the breaker pheromones. I wanted to make sure that any little slut that smelled it started feeling exactly how you're feeling right now."

"It works..."

He groaned, feeling his pucker clenching between his cheeks again, feeling the hunger for that dick already growing in his throat and in his ass. He wanted to be fucked again, alright, wanted to remember how it felt to get owned and dominated by a bigger cock.

Not the easiest thing to feed, of course. Not even now, when he was a complete slave. He still blushed as he imagined what it had been like being a master, being Fox's dom, how unappreciated he was.

Well, he was appreciated here, that was for sure. Leon had made it very clear that he had never cum harder than when Falco was sucking his cock and forcing his ass down on that hard, throbbing thing. The chameleon was very, very vocal about the bird's talents.

Falco spread his beak as far as he could make it go, forcing the sharp edges apart until it ached. It wasn't going to be any good for tongue, but -

He thrust his head forward, swallowing the head of the shaft down his throat like a worm. It popped into his throat, past his mouth and tongue and gag reflex all at once, and he clenched down hard, sucking on it, pulling at it more than any of the other mouths on the team would be able to do.

Almost instantly, Leon was groaning, grabbing the back of his head. The chameleon pulled him down a bit, then pushed him back, bobbing his head up and down on the tip of that modified cock. Each 'thrust' made the tip pop in and out of his throat again, adding to the distinct feeling of getting face-fucked. He grinned to himself, knowing that Leon wouldn't be able to last long as he pushed him like this. It would be almost funny to see the chameleon try.

In and out, in and out, pop pop pop went that cock in his throat, the head coming free every time. He would have gagged, if he hadn't been trained. He would have groaned if it hadn't been for the pheromones. He would have complained...

If he hadn't enjoyed every second of it.

Falco grunted as he was face-fucked, feeling Leon getting harder by the second. The soft grunts, the whispered 'Good, good', the little nods of appreciation from the chameleon above him were all that he needed to know that this was the proper place for him. No more Falco on top. Just Falco the Bitch.

Suddenly, the thrusting stopped, and he was left gasping for breath, leaning forward slightly as the chameleon took a step back. He wheezed softly, shaking his head.

"What the hell?"

"Mmm, no complaints from the blowjob, but we both know what the proper hole is for this."

"You want my ass?"

"No. You want my cock."

The chameleon slapped that lengthy rod on the palm of one hand, and Falco blushed slightly as he felt that hunger rush forward, filling him once more as he imagined that thick thing taking him from behind. He knew that he needed it, and he knew that Leon was going to have it, one way or another.

So, he turned around, lifting his hips up a bit, showing off his asshole. He made sure to fan out his tail feathers even further than usual, knowing it made him look a little femmy and not caring in the slightest.

Leon chuckled, slapping his cock against the bird's ass, and Falco bit back a grunt as he felt the tip rubbing against his hole already.

"Mmm, look at that, clenching for me. A good little bitch, aren't you?"

"Just for you."

"Heh, for anyone I tell you to. Remember that."

"Mmph...yes, Leon."

"Yes, sir, bitch. Remember?"

"Yes, sir."

"Mmm, and what do you want?"

Falco groaned, blushing a little more. Months ago, he never would have considered this, but now?"

"I want...I want your cock, sir," he grunted. "I'm a bitch bird that needs to be fucked."

"Yes, yes, you are, and that hole is just puckering so nicely for me. I think I'll give you just what you need."

"Thank yo-ou, sir!"

The sudden thrust was enough to send him right down to the sub-zone. It had done the same thing the first time, and it was even better now as that thick rod pushed past his rim. The hot stretch that came from barely any lube was added to the further down the shaft he went. When the head was all the way inside, when he started feeling the little bumps of the new implants against his rim -

"Mmmph...fuck...fuck..."

"Oh, you want to be fucked harder?"

"Fuck yes."

"Gladly."

Clawed fingers grabbed his hips, and the bird moaned in bliss as he felt that cock go deeper, faster. It popped past every defense he had, broke down every bit of resistance as it stroked across his prostate. His cock, formerly completely soft, sprung up with insane speed, slapping against his belly and swinging the weight along with it.

Due to the dragging weight, his foreskin still covered most of the head of his cock rather than pulling back the way that it used to. It felt...good, in a very different way.

Not as good as that cock up his ass, though. Not nearly that good. He moaned under his breath, biting his lips as he felt it go deeper, faster, feeling those scaly hips slapping against his ass and making them flatten out.

"Oh, fuck me...fuck me!"

"I'm fucking you, featherhead. Gonna cum like the bitch you are? Gonna cum for your master's superior cock?"

"Mmmph...yes..."

"Heh, then cum. Cum your brains out, featherhead. You aren't a pilot anymore. You're just my bitch..."

In and out, in and out, in and out that cock went, every little ridge and bump and other little shape from the implants making his rim feel so...attacked, so owned. He could feel every little nudge, every little stretch that they forced him to make, and more than ever, it felt like Leon was molding his hole to fit the chameleon's cock.

The idea of undergoing that sort of humiliation, feeling his body getting warped and wracked with that sort of pleasure, was as humiliating as it was amazing. He moaned, he gasped, he arched his back against the anal onslaught, feeling his cock bouncing and slapping against his belly.

He started to hump back like a good slut, just like he'd been trained, and he moaned at the top of his lungs as he was fucked, as he was wrecked. The bird felt his orgasm coming, and just like always, there was no holding back.

Rather than running from it, being humiliated, he embraced it, pulling in the humiliation of being made to cum first and making it part of the fun. He moaned, he gasped, he grinned as he was made to shoot his load all over the floor, his feathery balls pulling up tight against his crotch as he blasted the ground with seed.

The fucking didn't stop there. Leon had much more stamina than he did, and the chameleon seemed to be intent on proving just how much better he was...

Hours later, the bird flopped down into a puddle of his own seed. He felt the chameleon's cock pulling out of him, soaked with its own juices, Leon's cum running out of his ruined hole and down his balls.

Falco would have been content to lie there, but no sooner had his hole been emptied than his ankle was grabbed, pulling him away from the mess. Falco could barely form words, but he didn't fight it as he was pulled away, dragged towards the far end of the lab and tossed into a bondage chair, one that held his legs up and away, one that let his arms be pinned over his head so that his entire body was exposed.

His master stood at his side, gloved fingers shoved up his wrecked ass. Falco groaned as he felt the digits rubbing around, touching his prostate, scraping seed out of his hole that hadn't come out on its own.

"Mmmph..."

"Well, you certainly are changing."

"You mean besides just becoming more of a horny bitch?" Falco asked.

"Heh, besides that, yes, though it's a lovely bonus. I think my implants genuinely are shaping you into a proper bitch."

"Mmmph."

"And you love it, don't you?"

"...Yeah..."

"Heh, you always were a bitch. But at least now you're mine, and I can train you properly for it."

That was the thing. He had never expected to be a bitch, and most importantly, he had never expected to be Leon's bitch. It had always been something that he had assumed only losers or subs did, and he had never been a sub.

But he had never been appreciated as a dom, either, never allowed to do the things that he wanted. And this felt so much better, even though Leon cheated half the time.

And besides, he still had his own freedoms. More than the others, actually, considering that he had been the one to hand them over, the one to start the breaking. Why not just enjoy what he got? Be selfish?

So, he leaned back, letting those fingers go deeper, allowing himself to just savor being Leon's bitch. There were a hell of a lot worse things to be.

Eventually, Leon pulled his fingers free, throwing the gloves in the trash before turning back to him. Falco waited as his master stroked a finger along his neck, patting the metal collar a few times.

"Heh. Any regrets?"

"Heh. I still think you cheated."

"Of course."

"But I'd have done the same."

"Gooooood. Now, birdbrain. I've been thinking."

"Yeah?"

"With how good a bitch you've been, I think you deserve a treat. Maybe some ass implants, to make it bigger...or maybe you'd like it if I made that cock of yours as big as mine, even if you can't use it without something shoved up your ass."

The offer was more than he expected, and he actually blinked in surprise. The chameleon laughed.

"I want the best. I want the best ship. I want the best team. I want the best sluts. And I can make you the best, one piece at a time. The question is..."

Leon grabbed him by the dick, and the bird gasped, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward slightly. It was the first time that it started to get even slightly hard without something in his ass for a long time.

"Do we start in the front...or the back?"

The End