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Slippy Sliding South

Part 2

For Limemas

By Draconicon

The symptoms of the drug faded away sometime after midnight, though Slippy wasn't sure how far past midnight it was. All the toad knew was that it had taken too long for him to get to sleep, and when he finally woke up the next morning, he was bleary-eyed and wanted very little more than to stay in bed.

However, Fox was still out there, which was enough for him to swing his legs over the side of the bed and groan his way towards the drawers that held his clothes.

He struggled to pull some of them out, throwing a couple of jumpsuits on the bed. The urge to change his underwear was there, too, particularly with how much he had been dripping through the night, but he just didn't have the energy. Not like it mattered; he was going to be a sweaty mess by the end of the day, anyway, considering what toads did as a general rule.

Dragging the jumpsuit on before he could change his mind, Slippy looked around his room. He felt a strange sense of...of distance from it, like it might be the last time that he saw it.

He recognized the feeling as the same sort of thing that he felt before the really dangerous missions. It was something that Fox, Falco, and even Peppy had felt before; they'd bonded over it. The feeling of not being sure if you'd come back, and having that moment of saying goodbye without actually saying it.

There's no mission, though. Not yet. I'm just getting the information to track him down...

Continuing to tell himself that, Slippy slipped out of his room and into one of the main corridors of the Great Fox. There was no sign of Peppy, so he was probably up in the bridge collecting more information, communicating with the other officers in the Cornerian military to focus the search.

Slippy hoped he would stay there. If he could save Fox, then Falco, then he would have been able to prove himself. He would be a valuable member of the team.

He would have paid them all back for the number of times that they had needed to save him.

He would have done good.

The toad slipped down to the hangar, powering up his ship and taking off at high speed. The last thing he needed was for Peppy to call him and ask what was going on.

If Slippy was honest, he still wasn't sure why he trusted Andrew, but if he didn't trust someone, how were they going to get their friends back?

He landed in the same spot as last time, and just like the night before, the pad opened up and started pulling his ship underground. Slippy was less scared this time, but he still had to fight his nerves as he went further and further down.

This isn't completely honest. He has his own reasons for helping me, and it could still be a trap.

The toad was smart enough to know that last night's reaction hadn't been completely genuine. Sure, that drug they'd shared had made them smarter, but Andrew had to have slipped him something different to what the ape had been using. There was no way that it would affect their biologies that differently...

Right?

Or...maybe it's just the fact that I'm a toad...maybe there's something about it that causes my skin to swell and become more sensitive?

There was no way to tell without touching it to another part of his body, and that would be hard to do without the ape asking him what the hell he was doing.

Just play it by ear. He wants to help out. He wants to see what happened to Fox to make that sort of DNA change. He'll go along with you for now, and if he makes a move to hurt you...

Slippy looked down at the junk drawer in his Arwing. There was a blaster in there, just like there was on all of the Arwings. He had never gone so far as to use it on the ground, and he knew that he couldn't take it out while in Andrew's little facility, but suddenly, he had a sense of comfort from just having it.

I can use it. If I have to, I can use it.

The landing pad finally hit bottom, and he popped the cockpit. The toad had barely gotten out and hit the ground before Andrew was there to greet him, the ape holding out a cup of the same syrupy thing as before.

Slippy hesitated before taking the cup.

"I don't think we need that this morning...do we?"

"Well, we still have some work to get done. A few more adjustments to the DNA profile before it's completely finished."

"Why didn't you do that last night? I mean, we were both here, we were both willing to keep working. This is Fox we're talking about. There's no reason that we couldn't have kept going for another hour, or two, or three, or -"

Andrew glared at him, pushing the cup up until the syrup inside almost splashed over his face. Slippy sputtered, barely keeping it from going everywhere, and the ape shook his head.

"I hate it when you talk that much. Just drink. It's work, and we can get it done soon."

"Then we can go after Fox?"

"Then we can go after Fox."

"We better."

Slippy took a sip of the syrup and immediately had to hide the pleasure that came from the syrup flowing along his tongue, the sense of something going down his throat. Hell, the pressure of the cup against his lip was nearly enough to give him a boner right then and there, and if he hadn't been taking it slow, he was pretty sure that it would have.

The toad followed the ape back down to one of the computer rooms, subtly adjusting the amount of the drug he was drinking. Sure, there were already some new neurons firing back and forth in his brain, but that was nothing compared to the distraction in his mouth.

As Andrew led the way, he took a moment to dip his finger into the syrup. As soon as he did, he felt the slippery slime seep through the top layers of his skin, running down into his hand.

"After you," Andrew said as they reached the door. Slippy nodded, putting the cup into his other hand -

"Nnnngh!"

Only to bite his lip as he felt the same high-sensitivity to any sort of pressure on his fingers and his palm. He almost dropped the cup right then and there, having to pass it back to his other hand. Andrew smirked at him.

"Heh, touched it, didn't you?"

"What in the world is that? That's a lot more than a stimulant. And why did you give it to me in the first place? Is this some kind of joke? Are you trying to do something to me, tyring to turn me into something else, train me into something? You're part of Star Wolf after all, and you're not exactly the most trustworthy. I've tried to be good, tried to be helpful because of Fox and everything, but -"

"Oh, will you just shut up!"

The ape grabbed him by the face, tilting the cup up again. Slippy gagged, trying to turn his head out of the way, but the ape was stronger than him by some way, forcing more and more of the syrup down his throat. The more that he swallowed, the more sensitive the inside of his mouth became, and the more sensitive that it became, the harder it was to think as air and goo and more slid around the inside of his mouth.

"Nnnngh!"

"You have no idea how much I wanted to shove a sock in your mouth or something. A gag. Anything to make you just shut the hell up for a few minutes last night. You might be almost as smart as me, but that's no excuse for running your mouth all the time," the ape growled.

Slippy would have made some sort of retort, but just breathing was hitting him with pleasure at that point. Some of the slime had slipped up, rubbing against his nostrils, so whether he breathed through his open mouth or through his nose, he felt every little passage of air into his lungs, felt every bit of movement, every bit of stirring oxygen.

"Nnngh...Nnngh!"

The toad's legs shook, his knees knocking together from the pure pleasure that came from feeling all of that. He slumped against the wall, tried to pull his hand together into a fist -

"MMPH!"

Only for his sensitive fingers to be tormented all the more. He groaned, finally falling to his knees, his head rolling along, his cheeks pressing against his shoulders as he tried to pull himself together.

Rather unsuccessfully, it must be said, but he tried.

What are you doing?! was what he thought, but all he could gasp out was a grunt and a bunch of mish-mashed syllables. The toad was kept on his knees by a simple finger on his tongue, the digit rubbing back and forth along the slippery, slimy part of his mouth, and he groaned every time that it reached further back than it should have.

"You're going to learn, Slippy. You're going to learn what a toad is really for. That mouth is good for one thing, and it isn't for talking."

"Mmmph!"

"You think that I wanted to help you? No chance in hell. In fact, if I had been able to persuade Wolf and the others, I might have just killed you as soon as you showed up. There's only a slight chance that your genes can add to the clone pool that we're building, and if there wasn't that slight chance..."

The ape looked down at him with a sneer and a glare that held such venom that Slippy almost fainted dead away. There was more threat of death in those eyes than there had ever been in space, more hate and anger and twisted desire to destroy than anyone had ever sent his way before, and he had fought against the aparoids long ago.

He shivered as the ape pushed his finger further back, almost fucking his mouth with the furred digit, and every time that it reached the back of his mouth, every time that it came so close to sliding down his throat, he had to hide a moan that came with it. The humiliation of the pleasure that was trying to overtake him, the humiliation of what the drug was making him feel, was so keen and so horrible that it...

It made him harder than he had ever been.

The toad tried to close his legs, but the hardness down there kept them spread wide apart. The sensation of need that the touches in his mouth gave him, the feeling of pleasure and pressure against his tongue, the odd sense of pleasurable friction thrusting between his lips: it all added up to a hard-on, and the fact that he was hard added to the humiliation, which in turn added to more of a hard-on.

He had always been easily turned on, and the humiliation only made it worse. Fox and the others had always teased him, whether it was in the shower for having nearly the smallest dick of the crew or in the skies for flying so clumsily compared to the rest of them. He had been the target of one tease after another, and he had turned it into a fetish of sorts.

Now, it was coming back to haunt him, giving Andrew one more weapon to use against him.

He gasped for breath as the ape finally pulled his finger free, slumping forward as he struggled to catch his breath. He needed to come up with something, some plan, some idea that might get him out of here before he was completely snared. If he could tell Peppy what he had done, what had happened, then maybe the hare could go to the Cornerian military and tell them what was going on.

Maybe they could still get something good out of this.

"You're still thinking you can get out of this, don't you, you stupid toad?"

"I'm smart. You said it yourself. I'm as smart as you."

"No, I said you're almost as smart as me. I'm not going to let you be as smart as anything ever again."

The ape shoved him down again, putting a boot at the small of his back and holding him against the ground. Slippy whimpered as he felt the weight, shaking his head as he tried to crawl away.

It didn't happen. He didn't have the leverage or the strength to wiggle out from under the stronger ape. He was held there as Andrew poured a few more cups of the drug.

"It took me a long time to find something that would work on frog biology. It's hard to find something that you slimy little sluts don't just shrug off. But this stuff? You can absorb it by the bucketful and you'll only get more and more sensitive, more and more insane from all the sensations that you're forced to feel. I bet you were going nuts last night, weren't you?"

Slippy refused to say anything. It was toad biology, but they were close enough for it to be more or less the same thing. He shivered as he saw the syrup start to fall, the darkness of it making it look all the more sinister as it got closer and closer to his head. He tried to crawl again, but Andrew just stomped on the base of his spine that much harder.

"Ah ah ah. You're not going anywhere. Not when I can have so much more fun once I get you effectively braindead."

"You're going to...going to..."

"Going to cover you with this stuff. I'm going to make you so sensitive that you can't think of anything but how good your body feels. You're going to be swimming in it, saturated with it, so that all you can think about is touching yourself and getting off. No more talking. No more babbling. Just moaning like a good little toad slut."

Slippy tried to shake his head -

"NNNGH!"

Only to be distracted by the syrup slime running down the back of his neck, the feeling of it pressing into his back and then out from his spine. The tingling sensitivity that had filled his mouth was gradually going into his back, and then out to the rest of his body.

The boot came off as Slippy rolled onto his side, hugging himself and whimpering, gasping, flopping about like a fish out of water. He rolled onto his back -

"NNNGH!"

Only to scream and moan, flopping onto his belly again. His cock was hard, so hard inside of his jumpsuit, and it was begging to be let loose so he could play with it, lick it, do things with it.

The more that Andrew touched him - and the ape was keen on touching him, now, pressing down onto his back, smearing the syrup around and giving him a spark of pleasure every time there was the least bit of contact between them - only made it worse. He screamed, he moaned, he shouted at the top of his lungs for mercy.

And he never got it.

The toad felt it running down over his sides, soaking into his skin as the jumpsuit held it all in, forcing him to feel everything that it was doing. His chest swelled, his nipples hardened, and as it was pushed down over his rump and down along his hips -

"PLEASE!"

He screamed, and the scream and the vibrations from it left him screaming again as his oversensitive mouth fed it back to him as pleasure, the sudden vibrations buzzing against his lips and against his tongue setting him off.

The toad humped the ground as he came, spurting a load into the syrupy mess inside of his jumpsuit, his eyes bugging out as that only made his cock feel all the better in there, as if he had been completely swallowed up by more and more slippery goodness.

Andrew grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him upright, and Slippy could only hang there, his legs too weak to support him, more and more of the sensitizing goo running down the legs of his jumpsuit to pool in the bottom of it.

He panted for air as the ape pulled on his zippers, undoing them and leaving him sagging in the front of the jumpsuit. Soon, he slipped right through it, falling to the floor completely naked. His green skin had turned slightly golden from the syrup, and he could feel it tingling on every inch of his skin from head to toe.

"Heh, go on. Try and get up. Try and take a step. Everything's going to hit you with the same feeling," the ape said.

Slippy knew that Andrew was right. He knew that his body was completely fucked for getting anywhere, but the loyalty that he had for his friends told him that he had to try. He had to at least attempt to get to the Arwing, to get to his communicator and get a message off to Peppy. If he could manage that, then there was something from this mission. There would be some success that they could report.

He dragged his arm forward, hissing under his breath at the passage of wind over his skin. The hiss, in turn, sent a string of pleasure along his mouth, a sting of need and warmth and fuckery. He whimpered as he dragged himself forward -

"MMMPH!"

Only to cum on the spot as he felt the pressure against his belly and his cock, the slow stroke of the smooth floor against him. He flopped onto his side, his small six-incher bouncing up and down as he showered the floor in toad cum. He couldn't stop, couldn't hold back. He didn't want to hold back. He just wanted to keep cumming.

He was still screaming when Andrew flipped him over, straddling him. The roughness of the ape's leathers and the smoothness of his hands were enough to settle the toad, a bit, but it didn't help when he saw that the ape had his cock out, flapping his dick against the toad's lips.

"Look at that. And here I thought that you couldn't say anything more annoying than all the babble. Looks like I'm going to have to gag you to get any work done around here at all."

"Mmmph...please...mmmph..."

"You want a gag? You got one."

And just as he said it, Andrew slammed forward, sliding his cock right past Slippy's lips.

It wasn't as huge as he had seen Wolf as being during that recording, but it was still a hell of a lot bigger than Slippy had ever expected to take into his mouth. His toad species kept him from being gagged by it, but that was never going to be the biggest problem.

He screamed against the cock as it ground against his tongue, feeling like he was stroking his own cock while hard as hell on the best aphrodisiac in the world. Every thrust gave him another bolt of pleasure, and his eyes started rolling back in their sockets as he tried to process it, tried to make it make sense.

There was no making sense of it. Not like this. Not when he was getting used and fucked and hard-used like this as much as he was.

In and out, in and out that cock went, dragging against his tongue every time, pushing him down and reminding him of where he 'belonged' in the ape's angry mind. Slippy couldn't fight against it, just as he hadn't been able to fight back against the teasing back on his own crew. Why would he be able to fight back against this?

Why would he want to fight back against this?

His cock throbbed and slapped against his belly every time that Andrew pulled him down, forcing him to suck and lick and tease the cock in his mouth. The toad took to it with a will, unable to help himself as he sucked and licked and nuzzled against the big thing, forcing it to go harder and deeper into his mouth.

It was too short for a proper deepthroat, but Slippy didn't care. The pleasure was building up, and the humiliation with it, and that was all that mattered to the quickly-dropping toad slut.

Slut...

Never was that good of a flyer, he thought. Maybe it was better to be on his knees, maybe it would be better to just play to his strengths as an obvious cock-sucker.

Slut...

Felt good, too, feeling that slippery, thin cock rubbing against his tongue, against his lips, forcing his mouth to stay open and making him stay active. His tongue danced around, licking against that tip, forcing it to keep leaking into his mouth.

God, the pre-cum was the best. Every time a droplet of it hit his tongue, it burned through all his doubts, all his worries with a blast of pleasure that he had never felt before. It was like an instant orgasm.

No, it wasn't like one, it was one. He was streaming cum out of his cock, shooting it over his belly, spurting it over his legs. Every time that he got Andrew horny enough to shoot a bit of pre-cum into his mouth, that was his reward. A full orgasm.

Slippy moaned on the floor, pinned on his back as his face was fucked, and he did his best to give back what he was being given. More, more, more he gave, and he felt himself sliding deeper and deeper.

With every orgasm, he felt like he was getting more addicted to the humiliation, to the feeling of being used. He felt like he was losing himself to the horniness, to the arousal, like he was burning through some of his brain to get this high.

It wasn't a bad feeling. He had brain cells to spare, and the thinking hadn't gotten him anywhere. They hadn't stopped the teasing, hadn't stopped the humiliation. They'd only gotten him a bit more of it, a reminder of what sort of egghead he was.

A useless one that couldn't find Fox.

A useless one that had been beaten by Andrew.

One that was good at cock-sucking, and needed to do that rather than put all that thought into the machines.

Slippy sucked hard, pulling the big guy's cock right into his throat, or at least the head. It wasn't long enough to do more. He slurped hard on it, and Andrew moaned, thrusting forward two more times before finally blowing his load.

The orgasm that came with it was so powerful that Slippy screamed around the shaft, his tongue going wild. He felt his balls pulling up hard, almost like they were trying to shoot everything that they had ever made through his cock all in that one moment. He came so hard that it felt like he was pissing cum, that he was spraying it all over the room.

The pleasure itself was so intense that his body felt like it was made of pins and needles, his skin swelling and tightening right up to the point of him blacking out.

The toad woke up with a groan, shaking his head as he looked around. The drug was still there, though on a weaker dose. His lips felt good, felt very, very good as he smacked them together, and his tongue rewarded his questing around the inside of his mouth with the occasional sharp jolt of pleasure, particularly when he found a bit of ape cum in his mouth that he hadn't swallowed just yet.

He smiled to himself, only to blink as he looked around. His arms were held up and out of the way, and his knees and ankles were pinned to the floor, held down by metal bands that kept them from straightening out or lifting him off of his knees. His cock...

The little six-incher was still pointed straight forward, but it was no longer so little, or so much a six-incher.

He stared at the golden-brown member, watching as a machine dripped more and more of the syrup on it, spreading it over his cock, and as his shaft absorbed it, it grew.

It was already ten inches long, but as it was dripped on, it continued to grow, spreading forward, getting thicker and longer by turns. He gasped for breath as he felt it surging out from his crotch, almost like a long, extended pressure inside was getting pushed out through the base of his cock. That pressure traveled up his shaft, going right to the head, which expanded and throbbed, growing bigger for a moment before the rest of the shaft followed, expanding, lengthening, fattening.

He had the biggest dick of all of Star Fox, now, though whether he would ever get to use it...well, that was the question.

He panted as it continued to grow, watching it expand from ten inches to eleven, then twelve, then thirteen, then fourteen. When he flexed it, the toad groaned as it slapped against his stomach, reaching all the way up to his pecs before coming to a complete stop. He wondered if it would be able to get all the way up to his mouth.

Maybe, maybe, by the end of it.

He was groaning, fighting the urge to stick out his tongue as he looked around him. There were other vats of clones around him, and he remembered what Andrew had said.

If your genes weren't slightly useful...

That meant that they were using his genes and others to start making soldiers...and that meant that the sample of Fox's DNA that was so corrupted had probably come from a clone rather than Fox himself.

Which meant that they weren't trying to capture them solely for the use of their bodies as pleasure toys, either.

Fox and Falco...and me...we're part of this whole cloning thing...

If that was the case, then he really hoped that Andrew was being contracted by the Cornerian defense forces. If this was a clone army for Andross, if this was something that they were going to use to take over the universe, then taking the best traits of all of Star Fox and all of Star Wolf was going to make an army that was going to be very, very hard to fight. The best brains, the best bodies, the best reflexes, all trained down to the smallest detail.

They were going to be able to fight hard, they were going to be able to fight for a long time, and they were going to be able to fight dirty.

And there's nothing...

He wanted to say that there was nothing that he could do to stop it, but at this point, it was more that there was nothing that he wanted to do to stop it. There was a feeling of self-satisfaction there, almost like he had been proven right about something.

You push the egghead down long enough, he comes back when he is most unwanted...

And Andrew had done just that. He had come forward, created something horrifying, and it had come together at a point where nobody was there to stop him.

Fox was out of action, a little exhibitionistic toy for Wolf.

Falco was missing, probably held by Leon.

And Slippy...

Slippy was enjoying what was happening to him too much to care. The teasing and taunting was more extreme, sure, but the pleasure was so much stronger, and there was no need for him to feel stressed all the time. There was no reason for him to feel anxious, no reason for him to fear for his life.

If he just submitted, then he would be okay. He didn't need to use his brain for that. All he had to do was cum, cum, and cum again, give them more of the DNA that they needed for their clones.

He could do that.

He wasn't bothered by that.

Slowly, his cock continued to grow, throbbing up past the dripper and pointing up towards his face. Little by little, it pushed forward, the tip getting nearer and nearer to his mouth. The temptation to open up and just grab it with his tongue, to remind himself of what a toad tongue could do to a cock, was getting more and more intense as the seconds went on.

Yet, he held back. He wanted to see what it would be like, wanted to find out what it would feel like when it hit his mouth of its own free will...

Hell, he wanted to be forced to do it.

Slippy the slut...

Vaguely, he remembered that Andrew had called him that when he was out of it, had heard it pass his ears at some point while he was unconscious. He didn't remember when or how or why, but it was appropriate now.

He licked his lips, moaning and seeing his cock twitch as he did, and it grew a bit closer again, pushing forward until it was just under his chin.

Oh god...just a bit...a bit more...

Slippy opened his mouth a bit further, allowing the tip of his shaft to nudge against his lips. It was almost as good as when Andrew did it, but his cock was thicker, heavier, huger and more indulgent than the ape's had been. There was more to it, forced to grow out to give him something to really work.

Another throb, then another, and another, and finally -

"Mmmph..."

It was in his mouth, and there was no avoiding it without pulling his head back and forcing it against his cheek instead. And why would he do something like that, when he could freely just enjoy himself?

His tongue slithered down his shaft, and the coiling around it felt almost as good as the feeling of being coiled. His tongue fed him pleasure at a rate equal to his cock, and he could think of almost nothing else as it kept getting stronger and stronger.

More, more. He needed so much more.

He bobbed his head forward, back, forward, back, sucking on himself. The oil and syrup on his shaft was rubbed off onto his tongue, making it more sensitive too, and he moaned as he was soon flying on cloud nine, floating on a bliss that would never come from anyone else's hand.

As he bobbed his head forward and back, the sound of bootsteps could be heard. He looked up, hazy-eyed, expecting to see Andrew.

He did. He also saw Leon and Wolf, and behind them, on leashes, Falco and Fox.

The toad wanted to blush, wanted to turn his head, but at the same time, there was an odd pride in his humiliation. The humiliation of being out-thought. The humiliation of being stripped of his chance to work on machines by someone that knew how to work on bodies better than he did on metal.

He had been beaten...out-witted...

And that only made his cock harder. Humiliation had always been his thing, and now, he had been served the ultimate one.

"He's pretty out of it, ain't he?" Wolf asked.

"No, he's coherent. More coherent than I expected...or wanted," Andrew grumbled. "He's got a stronger mind than it looks."

"Well, that's what you get when you pick the egghead for breaking," Leon said, chuckling. "I picked the meathead, Wolf picked the brat."

"You all picked first. That wasn't fair." Andrew glared. "I would have picked anyone before this slimy thing."

"Well, you lost the dice roll, so you picked last." Wolf stepped forward, handing Fox's leash to the ape. "His DNA looking promising?"

"Promising enough. We could probably make do with just mine, but..."

"I want variety. So do they."

"Ugh. Fine."

Slippy wondered who 'they' were. He imagined it couldn't be Andross, but -

Suck...suck...suck.

The pleasure dragged him back down. It didn't matter, anyway. They were all but lost, and Peppy was the only one left to free them...and he seriously doubted that the old man would be able to hold out against Pigma.

The End