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Wolf's New 'Manager'

Part 1

For Limemas

By Draconicon

Another mission, another disaster that would cost them thousands of credits and yet more of their reputation. Wolf slid out of his Wolfen, shaking his head as he leaned back against the charred hull, feeling some of the blackened space-dust on the side come off against his jacket and gloves.

The rest of the team weren't doing much better. Pigma grumbled, poking dents in the side of his ship, and Andrew was already ranting about how much better things would have been if they were just part of his uncle's military rather than mercenaries working on their own. Wolf did his best to ignore the two of them, but there was one member of his team that he couldn't ignore.

Leon looked at him from the Wolfen to the left of his own. His wingman had that same narrow-eyed look that he always did when he was pissed about something, wanting to bring it up but smart enough not to do it in mixed company. Wolf grimaced, shaking his head and stomping out of the hangar.

Unfortunately, the chameleon followed him.

"We're losing contracts, Wolf."

"Shut up," he muttered.

"Sure, when we start making money again."

"I said, shut up."

"Just saying that tells me that you don't have any plans for turning this around. You want me to stop talking, tell me how you're going to fix this."

There wasn't another member of the team that would have been able to get away with talking to him like that, but Leon had been there longer than the others. The reptile had been one of the first flyers that he had, and the fucker had the skills to back up his position in the squad better than the other two.

That didn't make him any better suited to look down at Wolf O'Donnell than the others, however.

They walked through the hallways of the half-abandoned space station. The lack of credits lately had meant that they'd had to turn off half of the place, leaving those that paid rent there to go for greener pastures, and the other 'customers' in the still-functioning half were looking at leaving, too. He heard them talking on a regular basis, saw the numbers that were slowly creeping down. It wouldn't be long until the whole place was a lost cause.

And that, unfortunately, was down to how the missions were going lately.

StarFox...

Their rivals were causing all kinds of problems. Even now, working with Andross as a mercenary company, Wolf was struggling to keep up with the younger team. Andross paid up front, so far, but that would only last for so much longer before their reputation ceased to demand that sort of treatment. When the deal changed from payment up front to payment on completion, StarWolf would go bankrupt in the blink of an eye.

He paused at one of the viewing windows that looked out into the depths of space. He leaned against it, shaking his head as he remembered the past. He remembered being able to take to the stars and make a name for himself, being the best out there. Then that...pup...decided to come out and start doing the same.

I'm better than him.

"You're thinking of that kid again?" Leon asked.

"...Stop being smart."

"One of us has to be."

"Heh..."

"Wolf."

"Are you ever going to stop talking?"

"Are you ever going to make things better?"

Rounding on his subordinate, Wolf snarled, his lips peeling back from his teeth, but it didn't do a thing to the chameleon. Leon narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms in a way that stretched his flightsuit a little further than usual.

"We're losing, Wolf. We have ships that can fight them, but the pilots..."

"I'm as good as that pup."

"You used to be. Before the crash on Fichina."

Wolf's snarl pulled up a little tighter as he remembered that dog-fight. A pathetic little defense outpost near the center of the system, Fichina had been the place where his team and that StarFox team had first clashed during the war. He had been the better pilot, but as the rest of the team got shot down, one after the other, Fox and his allies had been able to pile onto him.

The eventual fall, the crash, the explosion, had ripped through his ship and left some damage on him. One of his eyes was half-blind, and his left arm wasn't as fast as it used to be. He was still as fast in the mind as he had ever been, still knew all the right maneuvers, but he wasn't as good as he used to be.

And it was showing.

"I can outfly anyone that isn't that bitch boy," he muttered.

"And that bitch-boy, as you call him, is the one that you have to." Leon shook his head. "Are you going to pull your head out of your rectum and fix this, or are we going to deal with your pride being the thing that puts us out of business?"

"We?"

"The others are muttering, Wolf. Even if you're tuning them out, I'm not."

"..."

"I work for profit. You're bringing in money, but if you stop being useful, I'm not going to stay on your side. You might want to listen to me, Wolf, while you still can."

The temptation to punch the chameleon's lights out was stronger than he wanted to admit, and the urge to just slam Leon through the window even stronger. However, Wolf had been a businessman as much as a fighter for long enough to be sensible. Sometimes.

He looked away, glancing out into space once more. The idea of losing StarWolf after taking so long to put it together wasn't something he could allow to happen. Worse, the idea of losing to that pup again, of allowing that bitch to take him out of the sky even one more time, was enough to leave him growling under his breath.

He had always won his fights with honor, with fairness. He had the skills...

He just didn't have the body that could use those skills anymore.

Clenching his weaker fist, he sighed.

"Do you have something to fix it?"

"If you'll let me."

"No telling the others."

"Heh, afraid they'll see you as the weakling?"

"They will. And you know it."

Andrew was an asshole. There was no two ways about it. The ape was a spoiled brat that they'd been obliged to take on their team as part of the contract with Andross. While decent enough in the cockpit, he spent so much time grandstanding that he was always the first one to go. And if that dick happened to find out that the team lead was not holding his own the way that he used to, then Wolf knew that there'd be some coup. The ape wanted authority, and would stop at nothing to get it.

Pigma? The hedonist would do anything to get what he wanted, and if he decided that he wanted to be in charge, he'd go for it the second that he knew that Wolf wasn't as strong as he looked. That pig was ruthless.

"You keep your mouth shut, and I'll do it," Wolf muttered.

"Good."

"When?"

"Now."

They went to the med-bay while the other members of the team were busy somewhere else. Likely drinking at the bottom levels of the station, bleeding away the pay while leaving him the responsibility to fix the Wolfens and the other things broken from the last fight. He grumbled as he laid himself down on the operating table, taking a few deep breaths before putting his arms and legs into the proper slots.

Snick.

Snick.

The restraints held him down, and he had to tell himself with firm reminders that it wasn't to keep him helpless. It was to make sure that he didn't do anything stupid while he was out cold. The last thing that he needed was for the surgery to make him worse.

Leon walked up in a white coat and black gloves, the chameleon's eyes covered in strange black latex sheaths. They bobbed and turned, and he could swear that there was a grin beneath Leon's medical mask. He grunted, gritting his teeth as the chameleon pulled out a syringe.

"You better put me back together properly."

"Oh, don't worry. Heh. You'll be better than new."

"Nothing but improvements, Leon. Nothing more."

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

That was the scariest part, when it came right down to it. Wolf took a deep breath and closed his eyes, ignoring the pinch of the needle. The drug cocktail entered his veins, rushing through him with all the force that could be expected. Heat, followed by weakness, followed by the blackness of sleep.

Wolf surrendered to it, allowing it to carry him away.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was look at the time display. Four hours had passed, which meant that he had been out long enough for Leon to do...well, probably a lot. He could feel a slight numbness that was still fading, and from the tingling under that, he imagined he still had five minutes before his body was completely 'awake'.

Well...don't feel that different...

That was something. He had gone into the operation with the sneaking suspicion that something would happen to him, but it seemed that Leon was, for once, on the up and up. It was a weird thought, considering who he was thinking of. The problem with dealing with a bunch of liars, scoundrels, and cheaters, he supposed. You always had to worry about which of them was going to stab you in the back next, and how they were going to do it.

He felt awake enough to sit up, and he did. He felt a soft clank on his left side, and looked down. His arm had been replaced, turned cybernetic. Not entirely covered by flesh or fur yet, though the part at the shoulder had been properly melded to the rest of his body. He managed to clench his fist, and felt the power running through the arm. He lifted it, lowered it, moved it around in a circle.

Full range of motion, and it responded faster than his biological arm had after the crash. Definitely an improvement.

Reaching up to his head, he touched his left cheek, and then a bit further up. There were metal plates around his eye socket, and he clenched his jaws as he realized just how much of his face was covered in metal on that side.

"Leon..."

"It's still healing," the chameleon said from somewhere behind him.

"You said nobody would know."

"Nobody will. Like I said, it's still healing. Give it a few hours, and the synthflesh will cover it so that nobody else sees it."

He shook his head. He would have preferred the eyepatch that he'd started wearing a while back. A missing eye was better than a robot one.

Even so, it was something. He could see better again, and the depth perception problem wasn't a thing anymore. He rubbed his cheek, feeling something harder just under his flesh. Whatever Leon had plugged into his eye socket, it was further inside his head than just filling that space.

He started to shift to the side -

"Lay down."

"Hmmph - nnnngh!"

Wolf had intended to ignore the chameleon, to keep sliding off the table, but as soon as he tried, he was hit with a lightning bolt of pain. Not merely in his head or in his hips, or in his shoulder, but in his entire body. He stiffened up, arching his back and gasping for breath, his real eye going wide.

"Ah...ah..."

"Lay down."

"Leon...what...the fuck..."

"Lay down, Wolf, or it's going to get much worse."

Despite his hatred for obeying orders, Wolf was forced to do as he was told. He slowly pulled his legs back onto the table, rotating his hips until he was laying down on the metal slab once more. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but it was overwhelmed by something else.

As soon as he was flat on his back, he felt the pain stop, and then reverse. It wasn't just a lack of pain, but a burst of pleasure, something that left him gasping for an entirely different way. He clenched his teeth as his heart pounded in his chest, but for an entirely different reason than usual.

It stopped before it could affect him between his legs, but he was still shivering, still feeling that powerful sense of pleasure running through him, and still fighting how it made him want to...

Want to do things.

"What the fuck did you do to me, Leon?!" he growled in as low a voice as he could.

"You wanted to be better. I made you better."

"You fucked with my head. I didn't fucking tell you to do that."

"Please. You were stupid. I made it so you'd listen to the smartest person in the room. And we all know who that is."

"You coward..."

"Coward?"

The chameleon finally appeared, leaning over the mercenary. The mask was gone, and so were the sleeve-goggles for his massive eyes. The chameleon leaned down, hissing in Wolf's ears.

"Nobody would challenge you. Not yet. Not until you crashed again, and got even weaker. I'm not stupid enough to think that I could win in a fight, but I know that I'm smarter than you."

"Hmmph."

"I work for money, Wolf. Not pride. And you've become stupid with your pride. I am not going to go down with you because you are too stupid to take advice."

"..."

"From now on, I call the shots."

"The hell you will."

"You felt what happened when you tried to disobey. That will only get worse the harder you fight. Imagine that on the battlefield. Imagine that during a dogfight."

"..."

"You will do what I tell you, Wolf. And the more you do it, the better you'll obey. And the better you obey..."

Wolf grimaced as he felt a scaly finger running along his jawline, moving from there to his neck in a slow stroke around his throat. His wingmate gripped him by the throat, almost squeezing, but not quite. It was more like pressure from above, holding him down against the table as Leon whispered again.

"The better you obey...the more I'll do to you."

"If you think I'll turn into one of your bitch-boys, you're dead wrong."

"Hehehe, I think you underestimate what pain and pleasure can do..."

"Backstabbing...ugh..."

"Sit up, Wolf."

The squad leader gritted his teeth in anticipation of the pain that would come when he defied the order, and he was not disappointed in the slightest when it slammed into him with all the force from before. It was like torture from inside, like some machine was hooked right into his nervous system, blasting every single pain receptor all at once. He arched his back from the table, hissing, kicking his boots against the foot of the table.

The pain only got worse the longer that he resisted, going from the feeling of electricity to the feeling of fire burning at his body. Even his new mechanical arm could feel it, somehow, burning through his insides, like he was caught in a burning cockpit. His heart raced, his palms sweated, his eyes rolled back -

"Sit up, Wolf."

The words were so calm, so dreadfully cold and calm. Just like Leon.

Finally, he could hold back no more. He sat up, and as soon as he did, the pain stopped and the pleasure began.

He panted as if he was in the middle of a session with some whore, planetside. The pleasure ran up and down his back, through his crotch, and his cock started rising almost against his will. The front of his suit started bulging from it, making him look particularly perverted in front of the chameleon.

But it was the other pleasure that he felt, the other, wrong pleasure that he could feel building up, that really bothered him.

It was under his tail, something that twitched and clenched in a way that he hadn't felt before. Wolf tried to keep his tail down, but it flagged up despite itself, pushing up and out of the way as his ass puckered against nothing.

"Nnngh..."

"You're obedient, and being obedient feels good."

"Fuck you."

"Or at least, you'll start to like obeying. Heh. You won't have a choice."

Leon patted his crotch, and Wolf lashed out before his wingmate could say anything. One kick, and the chameleon went flying across the room. He hit another table, spun over it and slammed into the ground. Wolf leaped from the table, lunging for the chameleon. He had one boot in the air and was about to slam it down when -

"Don't hurt me!"

"NNNNGH!"

He fell over as the pain returned, hitting the ground and curling into a ball as the lightning, the fire, the cold spread through him. The harder that he tried to disobey, the more that it hurt, and the more the pain added up, the more that he wanted to disobey, to prove that he could break through.

But it was impossible. It was too strong, too horrible. He could feel himself on the verge of blacking out.

"Nnngh..."

It forced him to stop, to leave himself panting and shaking on the steel floor of the med-bay. He whimpered as he felt like smoke was rising from his fur, but there was no such thing. The pain was all in his mind, all on his insides. Nobody would know what was going on except for him and Leon.

The chameleon slowly got to his feet, holding one hand against his ribs. He groaned under his breath, shaking his head.

"I forgot...I forgot the other commands. I won't make that mistake again," Leon growled. "You're going to learn, Wolf. You're going to learn what it means to be a bitch-boy yourself, and when I'm done with you, nobody is going to think that you were ever anything else."

Wolf groaned as he rolled onto his side, still barely able to move as he stared at the far wall of the med-bay. He pushed himself to keep breathing as Leon started to lay down commands, commands that he would be forced to obey to keep from going through the hell of that torture again.

No telling anyone what had been done to him.

No trying to harm or kill the chameleon.

No attempts to flee the StarWolf team.

No attempts to hire other members without Leon's say-so.

No attempts to bring down Leon in a battle.

No ignoring Leon's maydays in hopes that someone else would take him down.

The conditions kept piling up, and he realized that the chameleon had been planning this for a long time. Whether out of malice or out of the desire for profit, his wingmate had been waiting for him to screw up enough to justify putting all these implants in for months, at the very least. There was no way that this was coming off the top of the chameleon's head. This was all carefully planned, carefully organized, and put together specifically to keep him in his place.

With each command, it was like a chain had been placed on his brain. Soon, Wolf was as penned in as a feral pet, and he growled much like one, too. Leon shook his head as he stood up again.

"On your knees, Wolf."

Another instinctive snarl turned into a whimper as the pain returned. Wolf fought it for as long as he could, but the last intense blast had left him weak. He stayed on the floor for nearly ten seconds before he was forced to give in, slowly moving to kneel before the chameleon.

Leon looked down on him almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, and Wolf wondered how much of the tech in his body was entirely experimental. He wondered if there was some part of his squadmate that had expected him to be able to resist. He wondered, deep down, if there was some part of him that was weaker than he thought.

He didn't have time to think for long. Leon reached down, rubbing a thumb along the side of his muzzle. His head was tilted to one side, then the other as the chameleon examined him.

"The synthflesh is growing in quickly. You'll look normal again in another hour. Nobody else will know what happened to you, as I promised. But you..."

He smiled, running his fingers along Wolf's face, almost tenderly, yet with no question of who was in charge. Wolf wanted to bite him, to snap, to tear, but he knew that it would bring the pain back again, and the pain was something that he could no longer take.

I'm being...trained...

"Open your mouth."

With no pain to be balanced out, when Wolf obeyed this time, the pleasure came harder than ever. He gasped for breath as he opened his mouth, feeling the sudden surge between his legs. The half-erection that had started earlier came back, and with a vengeance, it pushed to full hardness, stiffening and throbbing down there and pushing the front of his pants forward with a traitorous boner. He growled in the back of his throat as he felt the same anticipation for pleasure between his ass cheeks, too, reminding him of what else he could have.

He didn't want it, but it was there.

As he knelt there, Leon slowly slipped a finger into his muzzle, rubbing it over his tongue. Stars, the temptation to bite was there, and he nearly gave into it more than once, but every time that he even thought about it, the lightning warned him that it was still there, still waiting to hit him again.

He had no way to fight back, and all it took was a cursory glance down to see how much Leon loved that.

Treating me like one of his bitches...

And he knew that if he didn't find some way to start fighting back against the pain, he was going to end up being like that. He'd seen what some of the prisoners became when Leon was done playing with them. The worst of them became completely mindless after they fought for too long, their minds broken down with pain and then obliterated with pleasure, turning them into addicts of the worst sort.

That could happen to him if he didn't pay attention to what he was doing. Leon would be pushing him to do what he was told, and while he wouldn't become a broken shell of himself if he didn't disobey, he'd become something that was just as bad. An addict to the pleasure of obedience, needing it again, and again, and again, waiting for orders just for the chance to obey them.

And he's someone that would be good enough to keep me wanting...

Leon wouldn't get tired of being in charge. The chameleon had the brains to run the outfit, and both he and Wolf knew it. Wolf had the better face for the outfit, and had been as good at the tactical side as the chameleon. He had been the better pilot, too.

But now...

"Unzip me."

Leon's order made him want to fight again, and for a second or two, he managed it. But as he felt the pain burning through him, as he felt the shocks of nerves being tortured, he couldn't hold out for long. He huffed through his forced-open muzzle, reaching out and pulling down the chameleon's zipper.

The showers with the team had always made sure that everyone knew what the others were packing down there. Leon wasn't as wide as him, but was just about as long at eight inches. He wanted to grit his teeth at the rising rod in front of him, wanted to threaten it with his teeth, but he knew that wasn't going to happen.

Not with the sort of pain waiting for any sort of disobedience.

Instead, he had to keep his mouth open, his tongue out, and his nose...his nose caught the scent, and he twitched in annoyance.

Worst of all, that pleasure. His cock was oozing pre-cum in his jumpsuit from obeying again, and he could feel his tail starting to wag. It was humiliating beyond the common lot of torture, and Leon's chuckles made it worse.

"Hehehe, look at that. The big, bad pilot on his knees, begging for a lizard's cock."

"Mmmph..."

"I won't order you to beg. You won't do it very well, anyway."

The fact that he felt relief from that was shameful in and of itself, but he did. He hadn't even thought about the idea of being made to say things like that. Give orders, yes, but say things like...

Like...

"But you will do something else."

"Hmmph. What?"

"Call me 'master.'"

"Nnnngh!"

Wolf stared with his mouth wide open, wobbling back and forth on his knees. He could feel the pain starting to rise, slower this time as Leon kept talking.

"You are going to call me 'master' when we're in private. Every time that you see me, you will think of me as 'master'. And when you do, you will feel that pleasure. You will feel what you should feel when serving your master. Pure. Unadulterated. Pleasure."

It was a trap, and Wolf knew it. There was no getting away from it without being overwhelmed with pain, but the consequences of following the order were nearly as bad. Leon had trapped him into an order that would make him feel good thinking about him, talking about him, being under him.

It would fill him with pleasure at the very idea of Leon, make him horny and needy and desperate for the chameleon. He would see him as someone over him, better than him, and he would become...become...

Devoted in a way that he had never been to anyone else in his life. And he could feel the pain-punishment already climbing, demanding that he make a choice, that he either give in or begin to suffer.

"Well, Wolf?"

Leon's smirk made him want to suffer the pain, if only to make the chameleon understand that he wasn't going to break that easily. Yet...

Yet, he knew that he would break. His energy was better spent elsewhere. If he couldn't win now, but fought anyway, all he'd do was leave himself too weak to be able to fight when he could win. He needed to...

He needed to give in.

He needed to obey.

"Yes...Master."

The obedience pleasure surged through him, and he moaned out loud, his hips bucking forward. Everything else had only gotten him aroused, but this time, it went further. It felt like a mouth on his cock, like a tongue in his ass, and it pushed him forward further and further. His pre-cum oozed, his eyes rolled back, his balls churned as he huffed and puffed.

"Say it again."

"Yes, Master. Nnnnngh!"

Another blast, another burst. It was almost like a hole around his cock and a cock rubbing against his ass. That wouldn't be pleasurable, would it? Yet, his body seemed to find it so. Pleasure, bliss, obedience.

He was being conditioned, and he knew it, but that was no protection against it. Not enough to matter. Wolf slumped forward, his head against Leon's thigh, his nose near to the chameleon's cock. His wingmate's hand rested on his head, grinding him against it, making him take in the scent.

"Again."

"Nnnngh...nnnngh..."

"Do it, Wolf. Say it."

"Mmmph..."

"Say it, slut."

"Yes...Master..."

He arched his back, shivering as the pleasure hit him harder than ever. His cock jerked in his jumpsuit, and he realized he had hit the point of no return. Obedience, obedience alone, was making him cum.

Biting off a howl, he came in his pants, soaking the inside of the fabric, feeling the slime coating his cock. Hands-free, without anything to help him along, he came, and he kept on cumming, his balls churning away as he slumped against Leon's leg.

The chameleon chuckled above him, and he knew exactly the sort of narrow-eyed smirk that had to be on his wingmate's face. There was no holding back from it. No hiding it. Leon wasn't one to not gloat, either, and he knew that a speech would be coming later for how far Wolf had fallen.

Yet, at the same time, he was still shivering in his afterglow, and his tail was flagged off to the side, almost as if his asshole was begging for some attention. He knew that would happen later, too.

How far...how far can I fall...and how long do I have...to stop it?

The End

Summary: StarWolf is having some pretty bad luck in their fights, and Wolf is part of the cause. Leon offers implants and improvements to fix it, and Wolf goes along with it. Bad idea.

Tags: M/M, chameleon, Star Wolf, StarWolf, Wolf O'Donnell, wolf, Leon, Leon Powalski, rule 34, Starfox, implants, body control, pleasure, pain, forced orgasm, obedience, master/slave, orgasm, cum,