Starfox: The fall.

Authors Note: This is the first Fanfic I have really done and feel free to chastise me or give me tips you think I’ll find useful. I’ve always had this sick fetish for furry prison sex so I thought I would channel it into something like this. Enjoy.

It was to be a simple job, an easy mission, but then again there aren’t any easy missions for good ol’ Star fox. It must have been a series of misinformation to go through the line of command and right into the briefing. It might have been a setup. It might have been because Fox had a fit of misjudgment in small, seemingly insignificant parts of the mission briefing. But still, the mission was a major disaster. It doesn’t matter what happened before this moment or the reasons he is even in this situation. Fox Was captured by the enemy. Fox wasn’t a POW, WAS a POW. Now he is just a P, seeing that the two systems aren’t at war and they really don’t see the need of giving the ace pilot back to Lylat.
Fox was trapped in a system neighboring to Lylat, The mission had gone sour and the local law keepers had used EMP shots instead of trying to kill the crew. The bolts of blue were faster and more powerful than the normal, and an Arwing without both its wings make a slow target at least. So fox was knocked out, and when he woke up he was in the brig of an old slaver ship. Oh lucky day he is alive. The Guards also went about telling him that his team had escaped, hauling ass after fox was captured, and that he was going to be charged with criminal espionage and not regular espionage. This meaning he would be stuck in prison somewhere instead of hanged, killed, or sold back to Lylat for another POW.
Prison, Prison was the word the echoed in Fox McCloud’s fuzzy head the whole 2 day trip back to the nearest planet or suitable place to dock the ship, sitting in a cell eating equal portions bread, water, and a jerky like meat-paste . Prison in Lylat would have been bad enough, but here? He had no Idea what would be waiting for him. He had no idea of the culture of this system, seeing as the two systems never imported or deported goods to each other than by proxy from another system. There was some good news though. No one knew him here.
The guards were much like Lylatians, furry but not entirely animalistic. And he even got a visit from the captain of the ship. His visit went a little something like this.
Sitting in the cell alone Fox was told to stand up by a guard, who opened the door and let in a thin, unhealthy looking man resembling a cat. “Good morning McCloud…” He said in his chirpy contradicting voice. “You’ve really made a home of the place.” The Octagonal cell he was in wasn’t in the best condition; the walls were a thick stony metal, the toilet was barely working, and the cot was harder to sleep on then the cold hard ground. His comment didn’t really make sense.
“To bad there isn’t anyone in here with me, the guards won’t bother playing any cards with me.” Fox sat back down on the cot. “What do you want…” The Captain didn’t seem to care about how fox acted and started to walk around the cell. “I was just going to tell you that you have been convicted, and that we are dropping by a space station to get you auctioned.”

“Auctioned?” Fox asked

“Oh yes” the captain explained. “You see we take criminals up to a point where we release them to an auctioning server, you are given a price and auctioned off to prisons looking to get paid for your incarceration. They bid lower and lower until the bidding stops, and the winner gets paid that amount each solar cycle for keeping you. Unless of course someone REALLY wants you, then they offer to pay to get you…”

Fox glared “Really? And what do these buyer’s do with the inmates if they buy them”

“I’m not finished…” The captain said slowly before he answered “If you are bought, then you are released to them, to be put in prison, released, or for a vengeful widow or widower to kill you, that’s normally how it goes.” He shrugged and went over to the door again “There are already several institutions and parties that have looked over your case. This should be an interesting auction.” The door closed behind him as he left.
This wasn’t good news, not at all. Fox sat back in his cot mulling over the possible suspects. Who could be so interested in him? It could be a band of pirates looking to slip their collective hands around his neck; it could be a buy from venom looking to stuff and mount him as a trophy. Then again, it could be Falco, Slippy, or another friend of his who wants to be the rescue him without bloodshed. It could be Star wolf, looking to bag a laugh and piss on him, skin him alive, or have Krystal erase all from his but his skill and make him a easily controlled killing machine and-or Krystal’s personal bitch.
The last thought made is tail wag feral for a moment before he pinned it down with his foot. Being rescued would be fine, but being Mind-crushed into the mental stability of Axe murderer by his Exe would just ruin his day. He sat up as the guard brought him his food. At least they weren’t taunting him, starving him, or sodomizing him. The food today was rice and beef-tips, or at least he thought it was meat.
Fox couldn’t sleep that night. When he did doze off he had a dream Pigma had him strapped to a table, hooked him up to some machine, and switched bodies with him. After waking up he felt over his face and looked in a mirror to assure himself it was only a dream and sat back on his cot. The intercom startled him when it blasted alive and informed him and the crew that the ship would be docking in Thirty minutes to unload.