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The Ape's Poison

For bbbuuu

By Draconicon

Fox McCloud was a captive, and this time, his captors were smart enough to do something that would prevent him from escaping. The fox shifted back and forth on a cushioned seat in his captor's quarters, doing his best to not think about the not-so-good feelings that were already creeping up from his core.

_You can handle it. You can handle it. It doesn't become unbearable until at least 24 hours go by...[]i]

That was what he kept telling himself, but he knew that it was going to be harder and harder to believe that when the symptoms were creeping in at just three hours. He could feel the weakness in his limbs, the gradual draining of physical strength, the start of the fog at the corners of his mind. It was all there, and he knew that it was only going to get worse as the seconds ticked by, as the minutes rolled on.

Hold on. Hold on. You can hold on for a bit longer.

The naked vulpine pilot gripped at the edge of his seat, doing his best to breathe evenly and to keep himself from panicking. Easier said than done, considering what his situation was. He wasn't even being held captive by Star Wolf. That would have been something he could feel safe in, if not entirely happy. Wolf had a sort of respect for him, and they worked off of one another better than the rest of the galaxy knew.

No, he was captured by Andrew, Andrew Oikonny, the nephew of Andross himself, and the damn ape had been smart enough to hit him with a poison as soon as he'd been brought before him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

Fox could feel the tingles further through his body, running up and down his spine. It was a feeling of withdrawal, the beginning of a painful addiction that was only going to get worse. Hunger was there, definite hunger, and he shivered as he felt it pushing at him, begging him to give in.

Grimacing, Fox twisted his head to the side in a desperate attempt to keep his mind focused on the here and now, but it was getting steadily more difficult as he felt the tingle reaching up to his mouth and down to his ass. The tingle begged for one thing, and one thing only.

Andrew's cum.

He wanted to curse the ape from here to the end of the universe for what he'd done. The stupid poison had been the sort that wouldn't hurt him if he was fucked, but if he went without, if he tried to hold onto his pride and avoid giving into Andrew willingly, he would steadily lose his mind. His body would get weaker and weaker, and by the 24-hour mark, he wouldn't even be able to move, let alone fight. His mouth and ass craved the feeling of that slippery, slick slime, and he knew that it would get even stronger as the time passed.

What was worst, though, was the way that his mind started fogging up when he wasn't getting fucked. The way that he started to get...dumb. Andrew was already smarter than him, and the ape only got a greater advantage in that arena the longer that Fox went without getting a load from the big guy in him.

Fuck...

He slumped forward, huffing softly, trying to control the hunger, trying to get a handle on it, but it was nearly impossible. It was always there, always pulling at him.

Then, he was distracted. There was a scent in the air, a small thing, but familiar. He turned his head, looking at the hydraulic door that cut Andrew's quarters off from the rest of the large ship. The ape had just gotten off the elevator down the hall and was coming his way.

He really wished that his cock didn't twitch at the idea of the ape coming to him. He really wished that his libido hadn't been as twisted as his mind.

Whoosh. The doors opened and the ape stepped through, wearing a blue officer's uniform that was tight to his frame. The ape threw his arms in the air.

"UGH!" he grunted. "Oh, the trials of being in command. This would never have happened under my uncle, the great Andross!"

"...What happened?" Fox asked, doing his best not to sound sneering. As much as he wanted to mock Andrew, he knew that the only way that he was going to get what he needed was to stay respectful, at least to some degree. The more that he mocked the ape, the less that he was going to get that he needed. He bit his lip, doing his best to keep the sneer off his face.

After all, the scent that Andrew was putting off was the sort that generally meant that some officer was going to get spaced, or that some faceless mook was going to get shot. Either way, he knew that it was going to end badly for someone, it was just a matter of who got the boss's hit first.

He hated thinking of Andrew like that, but there was only so much that he could fight. If his brain wanted to call Andrew the boss, but still let him be dissatisfied with the situation, he'd take that loss.

The ape poured himself a glass of bourbon, tossing it back with a single shot, and then poured himself another.

"Your blasted team, that's what's wrong."

Fox's ears perked up, but he didn't dare say anything. There was only so much impertinence that would be allowed, and he was teetering on the edge of that just by not greeting Andrew with a respectful bow as soon as he entered the room. He kept his mouth shut, his eyes open, and his ears perked.

"We were doing so well. We knocked out a Cornerian supply convoy, and we were just about to haul all their ships to the jump point back to Venom, and then, they showed up. Your blasted team came rushing out of nowhere, blasting through our fighter screens, and ripping us apart. We only managed to get three of the freighters emptied before having to run. Do you know how much of the convoy that was?"

Fox shook his head.

"Less than 10%, that's what," Andrew said, slamming the glass down and shaking his head. "I tell you, if I had been there, we would have mopped the floor with your team, but my pilots..."

"I'm...sorry for my team, sir," Fox muttered.

He was lying through his teeth, but he knew that he had to say something before Andrew went off on an even greater rage. There was only so much that the monkey would be able to do, of course, but if the ape did go off into the ship again, away from Fox to take his anger out on someone else, then it would be at least another hour before he could get what he needed.

I can wait for 24 hours, he tried to tell himself, but it was nothing compared to what his body needed right then and there. Andrew was right there, and that meant that he had to try and get what he needed, no matter how humiliating it was.

The ape looked up from his second drink, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at the fox. Fox tried not to look back, but he knew that there was little that he would be able to do if the ape got mad.

Just let me have this, he thought. Just let me have this.

"...Hmmph."

Andrew sipped at his bourbon, the ape sitting down on the far side of his quarters. He leaned back, one leg extended, and he fixed his eyes on the prisoner's eyes. Fox did his best not to look back too much, but he knew that it was going to be hard to not do that. He had known that from the start.

"Your pathetic little brain is getting better at asking for things, however indirectly," Andrew said.

"What?"

"You know what you want, don't you, vulpine?"

"You - what are you talking about?"

"I told you, you are indirectly asking for something. You know it, and I know it."

Fox gritted his teeth. He knew that he had started to slip a bit after those three hours, but he hadn't thought that it had been that obvious. Apparently, he was further gone than he thought.

"I..."

"Tell me what you want. Directly."

"Hmmmph..."

Fox looked down and away, his cheeks burning at the humiliation being heaped onto him all of a sudden. He knew that this was yet another game that Andrew liked to play, another way to put him in his place, but that didn't mean that he liked it happening. He shivered as he felt the ape looking over his naked body, wishing more than ever that his dick didn't just jump out just because Andrew was around.

The ape put the glass of bourbon to the side, crossing his legs with a smirk.

"Do you know why I poisoned you this way, McCloud?"

"Because you wanted to humiliate me?"

"Because I don't want a blubbering little moron following me around. I don't want you to be in a slow spiral of decay. That would be the way of Pigma, pushing someone into nothingness, into a little slut that can do no more than suck and fuck. That is a brutish, stupid way of dealing with prisoners.

"With you, I can torture you just by not being there. Just by withholding one little thing, I can make you whimper and moan, whine and cry. Sooner or later, you will always beg, because you want to be normal. Because you want to be yourself. And in order to do that, you have to obey..."

Fox shuddered as the word echoed down from above, and he knew that the ape was right. That was the most horrible part of it. Andrew was completely correct, and there was no way to avoid it. The ape knew what he wanted, and he would keep pushing for it, no matter how hard it pushed the pilot.

"Now, be direct. What do you want?"

"...I want..." Fox shivered. "I want your...cum..."

Saying it directly was a lot harder than he thought, and not just from the sheer humiliation factor. Admitting that he needed that, to have it shot inside of him like some sort of drug, was a statement that he was much weaker than he thought he was, and an admission that he had been beaten. There was no way that anyone else on his team would have been able to do any better here, but it didn't make his feelings of worthlessness go away.

Andrew smiled, giving him a single clap.

"Very good, but then again, I expected even a dunderhead like you to be able to figure that much out. And why do you want my cum?"

"Because...because it makes me...better."

"Yes, it does. It keeps you from becoming a wanton, whorish version of yourself. You want to be obedient, because being obedient keeps you from becoming less."

Fox lowered his head, biting his tongue to keep from saying something stupid. If he had to do this, he had to do this, but that didn't mean that he would like it. He'd just do it until his team could find him and get him out. They'd already sent the enemy running before; if they could track Andrew's freighters, then they could find him. He just had to last until then.

That didn't mean that it wasn't humiliating. It just meant that he had to keep forgetting that it was humiliating long enough for him to do the job that he was made for. Fox kept biting his lip, hoping and praying that Andrew would give him the order to -

"Beg for it."

Fox looked up, staring at the ape again. His captor was rubbing his crotch through the blue pants of the officer uniform, staring right into his eyes.

"You heard me. Beg for it, if you want to have the chance to get what you need. Otherwise, I'm going to leave you right here, and I'll go and enjoy the men before coming back again. At least three more hours will pass. You know what that will do to you."

He knew, alright. He knew all too well. The shakes were already coming, and if he didn't get something that would make it better, he would be on the floor, shuddering, barely able to crawl by the time that Andrew returned.

Slowly, Fox lowered himself from his chair, dressed in nothing but anklets and bracelets, parts that would normally hold harem clothes to keep him from being completely naked. Here in the ape's quarters, however, he was not allowed clothes. His entire body was meant to be on display all the time, and that was what Andrew wanted of him. He blushed, bowing his head before his hated enemy.

"Sir, will you allow me to suck your cock?"

"Heh, is that the best that you have, little fox?"

"I...I..."

"If you don't want it, you don't get it."

"Please, I need your cum. Let me suck you. Let me suck your cock," he begged, panting as he lowered his head to the ground, bowing before the ape. "Let me have it in my mouth, please. I need it more than I can say."

"That's getting better."

Fox shivered, hardly believing that he was going this far with it. The hunger was getting worse, and he would have sworn that it was already as bad as it could get. He wanted that cock in his mouth, in his ass, anywhere that it would give him a load of cum.

"Are you erect for this, McCloud?"

"Mmmph..."

"Show me."

Fox had to turn slowly to do that, but he managed to hike one leg, showing how his cock was throbbing, resting against his belly as he was waiting for the order to give the ape some pleasure. He whimpered all the more as he was allowed to lower it, knowing that his humiliation would not be forgotten.

"Come."

He was allowed to move forward. That was something. Fox crossed the open space between them, keeping his head down and his eyes on the ground. He was not able to bring himself to look up from the ground, not able to look up from the metal floor at the bulge that was waiting for him. He didn't like that, but did he have a choice? No.

He stopped at Andrew's boots, slowly looking up. The ape had an erection going down his pants' leg, and he knew that it was going to be something to feed him in a moment. He wished that it was not so blatant as this, but it was what it was. He waited, hoping that Andrew was sufficiently worked up for it.

Instead, the ape continued to look down at him, smirking up a storm, and Fox could only stare back with a whimper.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to take it out?" he whispered.

"No. You are."

"Mmmph..."

"If you want it, show me."

That was what the ape kept wanting him to do. To show that he wanted it. That he was willing to give him, to lower himself, to be less in order to get what he wanted. Not dumb, not stupid, not whorish, but desperate, humiliating himself before the ape again and again.

He reached up slowly, half-sure that Andrew was going to swat his hands away, but instead, the ape allowed him to touch his crotch. His fingers curled around the buttons, knowing that there was a humiliation beyond all humiliations hidden in there, but there was no way for him to back off now. He had to do this. He had to get what he needed.

He slowly unbuttoned Andrew's pants, and then slid the zipper down. The ape was going commando, the base of his cock on display. Thick enough and heavy enough to be intimidating, though not quite as big as Wolf's, from what Fox remembered. Regardless, it was enough to be big enough to stretch his jaw from what he had experienced in the past.

Pulling it out gently, he held it in his hand, blushing worse as he tossed it from palm to palm, feeling the weight behind it. It was a big, fat dong, and it was the same one that had gagged him the day before, and that morning.

And now, it was going to do it again.

He blushed, opening his mouth, knowing that he needed to offer himself. Slowly, he pushed out his tongue, and just as slowly, he closed his eyes. Andrew always just took him like that, after he made it clear that he was on offer. The ape was always eager to torment him, to fuck his face, to use him.

But not this time.

Instead, the silence dragged on, and he realized that the ape wanted something more from him this time, something even more humiliating. He opened his eyes again, and he saw that Andrew had brought up one of the wall-holos.

It was a massive picture of Andross's face, a big close-up of the older ape, and a reminder of who Andrew was descended from. He tried to look away, but the ape held him by the chin, forcing him to look at the picture.

"Look at my uncle, McCloud. See how he stares down at you? It's like he knows what you really are, what you always have been."

He tried to look away, but there was no getting away when Andrew was holding him like this, no pulling back when the ape was this insistent about it.

"My uncle always knew what you were. A dirty little fox, a nothing."

"MMmph."

"He killed your father with ease, back then."

"Mmmph..."

"And now, you're my prisoner. Less than your father, while I am even greater than my uncle."

Despite having complained about the troops earlier, Andrew was obviously believing every word that he said. The ape brought his cock down, slapping it across Fox's face again and again. Each time, he left a little pre-cum behind, marking him, but not quite giving him what he needed.

"Do you think that he's disappointed in his greatest rival, McCloud?" Andrew asked.

"Mmmph..."

"I said, do you think he's disappointed in you, McCloud?" the ape asked again.

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Andross is disappointed in me," he muttered.

"That's better. Now...put your tongue to use...on these..."

The ape leaned back, offering his balls. Fox barely managed to stifle a groan as he was told in not so many words that he wasn't going to get what he wanted, not just yet. He had to go through serving Andrew even more before he would be allowed to have that seed.

The soft musk of the ape's balls wasn't too strong, but it was still there, still present, still reminding him of what he was doing. He was still aware that he was sucking on the sac of his greatest enemy's nephew.

Yet, he did it anyway, shivering as he dragged his tongue along those balls, lifting them with his tongue and then letting them fall again. He grunted each time that he felt the weight leave his tongue, and he bit his lips to keep himself from making comments about it, or making himself that much more of a target.

A little more...just a little more...

He had to be getting close to what he deserved now, right? Andrew had to be getting ready to give him his cum soon. He panted as he dragged his tongue along those soft, fuzzy orbs again and again, feeling them churning under his tongue, feeling them throbbing from the attention that they were getting.

And yet, for all that, Andrew barely touched his cock. He moaned, alright, but the ape didn't say anything, didn't give any sign that Fox was doing a good job. All he did was grunt from time to time.

It was nearly five minutes later that the ape finally pushed his head down, and Fox panted at that. He shivered as the musk was forced out of his nose.

"Ah...ah..."

"You're getting better at that, McCloud."

"Thank you," Fox said, and immediately regretted it.

Andrew blinked, staring at him for a moment, and Fox blushed as he turned away, looking down at the floor. He hadn't been thinking. He hadn't been intending to say anything like that, and yet he had. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

The ape chuckled.

"Well, now, it seems that you're enjoying your duties a little more than you might have been letting on."

"Mmmph. I am not."

"Perhaps. But you are changing your mind on something."

"..."

"Well, if you are more willing to do metaphorical ass-kissing, perhaps we should move on to the literal."

Oh...fuck...

Fox turned to see Andrew pulling his legs up, showing off his pucker. The ape smirked down at him, flexing his ass cheeks a few times, showing off the tight, slightly sweaty hole between his cheeks.

"If you want what you crave, then you will start kissing the royal Oikonny ass right now."

"...Yes, sir."

"And get in deep. I want to really feel it."

Fox knew that he had to do it, knew that he had to give his best efforts right then and there, or he would get nothing. He shivered hard at the thought of being judged for the future by his rimming skills, but he knew better than to complain. He had to just do it. Just do it and get it over with.

He stuck his tongue out, dragging it from just under the ape's tailbone all the way up to his pucker. The taste was a bit bitter, a bit salty, but thankfully no worse than that. He dragged his tongue along the fur, and then the exposed flesh, the salt taste going up. He groaned, trying not to think about how hard he was, how needy he was becoming.

God, it was getting hard to think from the need to have Andrew's cum in him. He wanted to say that this was all down to getting what he needed to be better, but it would have been a lie. All of it was down to getting what he needed...because he was too stupid to not be horny from what he was doing.

He dragged his tongue up along that pucker again, feeling it giving. The idea of fucking the ape was momentarily in his mind, but he pushed it to the side. No matter how much satisfaction he might get out of putting Andrew in his place, he knew that it would only make matters worse. Fox folded his ears back, focusing purely on the rimming, making himself keep up with that.

He dragged his tongue from pucker to balls and then back again, tasting everything down there and drawing moans from the great ape. Every lick was another reminder of his place, his humiliation, his status under Andrew.

He was a slave, a prisoner, something to be used for pleasure and nothing more. He grunted every time that the reminder came to him with a splash of pre across his forehead, or from a sudden clench against his tongue.

Another lick, another, another, each one forcing him to dig it in a little deeper to get the same reaction. He dragged his tongue across the ape's hole more times than he wanted to think about, and he shivered every time that he felt that pucker clenching against him, a reminder of the dirty thing that he was willing to do in order to get what he needed.

Am I an addict now? he wondered.

Fox shuddered at the thought, but it was hard not to consider. He was willing to do anything dirty and demeaning to get what he wanted, and it was nothing to him. He couldn't stop. He literally couldn't stop.

Another lick, another, and another, panting as he puffed his breath against that pucker, making it hotter and more humid between the cheeks. Andrew kept jerking himself off, teasing himself to the pleasure, and he was forced to smell the ape's excitement as much as he was to smell that butt.

Another lick, another, holding onto the cheeks, kissing that pucker. The humiliation of a fox being forced to do this was that much worse, knowing that it was someone that should have been in jail, someone that he should have gotten rid of a long time ago.

And yet, his cock was harder than ever. Everything was designed to hit him with humiliation after humiliation, to remind him that this was all his choice, that he had given in despite himself. He could have allowed himself to become paralyzed, to be nothing, to be unable to think, but this was better than that. This...this at least allowed some chance of escape. This indignity, this humiliation, this...service...

Eventually, the ape let him loose, leaving him panting and shaking. He pulled back as soon as he could, doing his best not to wipe his tongue on his sleeve. The taste lingered in his mouth, not foul, but an unmistakable reminder of what he had just been doing. There was no forgetting it, no pretending that he had been doing something else. It was all down to the taste of ass.

The ape sat up, smirking at him.

"You have improved, Fox. And for that, you will get your dose."

"..."

"Say thank you, sir."

"Thank you, sir."

"That's better. Now..."

He pointed to the desk, and Fox knew what was expected of him. The vulpine prisoner walked over to it, throwing himself over the side of the desk and extending his arms towards the far side. He grunted as he could just reach. Andrew walked around to the sit where he would sit, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and locking Fox down, making it so that he couldn't pull his arms back.

"And now, the main event..."

The ape's voice was soft, but there was a sense of definite satisfaction there, a reminder that he was the one in charge, a reminder that he was the one winning. He was the one that had taken charge, and the one that had taken all of Fox's dignity. And there was nothing that Fox could say to argue it.

He shivered as he felt that hot, thick cock resting against his ass cheeks, and he tried not to flinch as his tail was pulled off to the side. It was big enough that he knew it was going to stretch his ass hard, and he bit his lips to avoid making a sound as it started to push in.

"There we go..."

The pressure on his pucker was hot, heavy, and soon, pushing on his insides. Fox clenched his eyes shut, tight, and he bit his lips as he felt that thick ape cock rubbing along his insides, pushing deeper with each passing second, rubbing against his inner walls, pressing down on his prostate.

That was the hard part to ignore. He could feel that pressure, could feel the tingles that it sent right to his hard-on. At some point, he was going to cum from this, and there would be humiliation. It didn't matter how hard he tried to resist. At some point, he would lose control, and he'd cum.

But until then...

He bit his lip as he felt that dick pressing in all the way, stretching him from rim to...well, further up than he wanted to imagine. Fox bit his lips, keeping his tail out of the way as the ape started to pull back, dragging that massive behemoth of a dick out of his hole once more. Each little movement reminded him of how thick Andrew was, and how much power he could put behind that cock.

Soon, only the head was inside again, and he was huffing softly, puffing and panting as he felt that thick thing getting ready to lunge in and claim him once more. He whimpered under his breath, clenching his hands into fists to brace himself.

"You want my seed, McCloud? You're going to get it. And you're going to get it hard."

And so he did. Fox moaned as he was fucked from behind, feeling every impact across his ass, feeling the muscles of the ape take charge. Before long, he was forced to moan, his pleasure echoing through the room, his cock beating against the underside of the desk again and again.

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

He panted under his breath, trying to keep it from getting worse, but there was no hiding it. Andrew didn't point out that he was moaning, but he didn't have to. The ape had won, and everybody knew it.

In and out, in and out that cock went, and Fox's prick dripped like mad, running in streams of pre-cum down the underside of the desk. He couldn't stop the moans anymore, his hole clenching in time to the beating it was taking, almost like it was encouraging the ape to rut him that much harder.

In and out, in and out, and he could feel the bubbling pre-cum in his hole, feeling it soothing his inner walls. Not enough to take away the shakes in his arms, or the pain in his head, but it was starting. It was getting...getting better.

In, out, in, out. Fox moaned, wishing that he could speed it up without sacrificing what was left of his dignity. He wanted to hold out, but the pleasure was only getting stronger, the hunger only getting worse. He closed his eyes tight, trying to pretend that he wasn't doing this, but -

"Nnnngh!"

Andrew suddenly froze, cumming in him. The sudden wash of hot, thick ape cum in his ass was not just a release, physically. It was a release to all the build-up from the drug, too. He gasped, his eyes going wide as he felt the pressure and the pain in his limbs fading away, the fogginess in his brain disappearing as if he had had a good night of sleep and someone to help him figure things out.

He was...almost normal again.

And all it had taken was his dignity and pride.

Fox lowered his head, groaning under his breath as he felt his own load spurting against the bottom of the desk. Andrew pulled out slightly, chuckling as he slapped him across the ass.

"That's better, isn't it?"

"Mmmph...yes."

"You know what you need to stay like this."

"Your cum, sir."

"And what's why you can never escape. You need me, McCloud."

No, I need your cum...and when my team gets here, I swear, we'll find a way to cure me..._

The End

Summary: Fox has been captured by Andrew Oikonny, and is being put through hell from a rather unique drug that the ape manufactured.

Tags: M/M, Fox McCloud, fox, Andrew, ape, master/slave, prisoner, drug, addiction, cum, orgasm, oral, ball worship, rimming, anal, bondage, humiliation, nudity, rule 34,