Peppy looked over the visor and ear plugs as they were brought over. The old hare gently took the visor and placed it over his eyes, and then placed the ear buds in. "And you know how this thing works?" He didn't notice how nervous Falco was at all.

Peppy blinked a few times as the device started up, the buzzing in his ears and pulsing rings in his eyes stopping him from saying anything, leaving the hare staring straight ahead with his mouth hanging open. And with each seconds thought became... ...hard to form...

//God, hypnosis and boot worship are really getting me right now

He never thought this would happen, but a part of Peppy is missing Pigma of all people. Then he buries that deep, DEEP, down and attempts to forget about it.

The tranced hare didn't react as Falco removed his pants and underwear, freeing Peppy's half-hard shaft, and it only got harder as the avian rubbed it. But that was just his body, Peppy's mind was buried under the devices influence, his mind completely devoid of thought.

That cock quickly got fully erect as it slipped into Falco's beak, the mindless hare letting out a soft gasp before slumping over, drool trickling down from the corner of his mouth. He was completely available for anyone to use, unable to move but able to feel every sensation.

A low groan left Peppy as Falco gripped his testicles, the old man's hips jutting forward on instinct. With his mind suppressed the only thing that could affect his body was those base instincts he rarely had time to indulge in. But maybe that would change after this.

There was no resistance from the hare as he fell onto his back, the visor still shining those pulsing rings right into his brain. Peppy's hole twitched and puckered as those fingers brushed up against it, but it would quickly give in to allow entry.

There was, obviously, no response besides a grunt as that seven and a half inch shaft plunged into his hole, and it was looser than expected. Slowly the hare's legs lifted up, his body moving on it's own to offer itself up to the avian.

//Gonna be on here a bit tomorrow. Sorry for the long wait

"Oh... maybe I should come out of retirement."

"Mph, it's been too long. Get thosep ants off and either get ready for a pounding or get ready to ruin me."

"Hmm, maybe it's time to get out of retirement."

The real reason for Peppy's "retirement" has been a closely guarded secret for those involved for those involved. Having a well trained pilot as a pet is nice, but not something they want to share openly. //Artist: furaffinity.net/user/hyenaface

You can be rough with the old hare, he can take it.

I have committed a grave sin by IGNORING Bowser day entirely and just drawing Peppy Hare being brainwashed by evil science junk instead. I have no regrets.