Peppy took Fox's hands and carefully bound them in a soft rope, that would hold him securely without hurting him. Fox tugged uselessly at it and whined pitifully, flattening his ears and looking at the faces of his friends, pleading for mercy. But they just smiled and gave him no more consideration than they would any prime cut of meat.
He tried to free his wrists again, but it was no use. The rope wasn't painful, but it was tight, and there was no where to run.
The sense of increased helplessness, plus their unwavering attention finally had him start to get hard, closing his eyes and trying not to think about the despair and humiliation he was feeling. A soft hand was lightly grasping his erection, but he couldn't guess whether it was Falco or Peppy, and he was afraid to open his eyes and find out. Slippy hadn't stopped groping him, and all the stimulation was more than enough to get him start dripping pre. Someone stepped away, and there was a lot of clanging and banging behind him, and the sound of equipment being turned on. His former crewmates and future predators were tugging him back towards the noise, and they were soon rejoined by whoever had left. When he finally dared look, his felt his heart fall to his feet. It was an oven, a huge oven that looked more than capable of handling a meal his size. His voice stolen by fear, he whined again, more pathetic this time, and looked at each of his friends, searching for any sign that they might relent. Instead, they just carefully forced him onto the platter that had been prepared, and got him into position, pushing his hands down to his butt and pulling his feet up to tie them with his hands, leaving him completely immobile on the silver plate.
He was close to hyperventilating when Peppy suddenly spoke up. "Wait! Stop, don't put him in!"
Relief like he'd never imagined washed over Starfox, who looked up with immeasurable gratitude at his oldest friend, his mentor, and began to thank him profusely for saving him at the last-
And then Peppy stuffed an apple into his mouth, silencing him. "I knew we'd probably have to resort to this, so I was saving that."
This was just too much for Fox, who gave into despair and resigned himself to being food. At least soon his torment would be over.
But not too soon, it seemed. Peppy had searched the rest of the kitchen, and found some sort of basting oil, which would not only help him be cooked all the way through, but it would make sure his fur burned right off, negating the need to shave him before or after. He hadn't really paid attention to what they were doing or saying, save to notice they spoke of him as just another meal, with no trace of remorse about what they were about to do. So it came as a surprise when he felt the warm liquid being poured on him, as six hands started to rub it into his fur. He began to whine as much as he could around the apple, though it was barely audible. He was forced to endure their tortorously pleasurable hands as they kneaded and rubbed him all over, paying special attention to his more sensitive areas, like his stomach, his large rear end, and even his still hard cock. One of them scratched him fondly under the chin, and another behind his ears. One of them gave his butt a sharp spank, and someone else tweaked his nipples. At last, they drew back, lifting up the platter and carrying it towards the oven, which opened as they approached. Fox gasped at the blast of heat, which only grew more intense as they got closer. He heard and felt the tray being set into the grooves, and gave one last muffled cry as he was inserted into the heart of the fiery oven.
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