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Goo-ing Soft, Falco?

For starlightwyvern

By Draconicon

Due to the extensive damage taken by their ships and the Great Fox during the latest conflict, the Starfox team had been sent out on individual missions to raise money for the repairs and replacements that they needed. They were able to borrow some smaller ships on credit, but nothing like anything good enough to continue their space-fighting reputation.

No, they were doing anything else that they could get their hands on. Public appearances, dispute mediation, ground work in place of some of the more expensive squads: literally anything that was a paying job was on the table for them at the moment, and they needed enough of them that they were doing anything and everything to get them done quickly. That included splitting up and doing solo jobs, as much as certain members of the team didn't want to do anything of the sort.

This is bullshit, Falco thought as he brought the out-dated ship in for a landing on the third moon of Silen. This should be Cornerian Civil Service doing this, not us.

But they had been offered a couple hundred thousand to negotiate a settlement between this colony and the native species, so Fox had taken it, handed him a blaster, and said to get it done, one way or another. He shook his head, looking down at the blaster pistol in the glove compartment.

Sure, send the bad boy out to do this bullshit. They're not going to listen to me. And I don't want to shoot anyone.

But that was part of the problem. Do anything, for anything, to make sure that the job got done as fast as it could. If that meant settling for a less than great deal, that was one thing. If that meant shooting one side until they got someone that would actually agree to a good deal? That was also a possibility.

Fox didn't like it. Falco didn't like it. None of them liked it. But with the current state of affairs, they didn't have a choice. Get it done, or go bankrupt and lose everything.

He gritted his teeth and took the blaster pistol with him. He hated it, but it was required.

As he hopped out onto the landing pad, though, the pheasant realized that there was nobody there to greet him. He fluffed out his vest, then pulled on the shirt under it, giving them another minute.

Nobody came.

...Something's off...

The whole situation was meant to be a stand-off, something that was waiting for one side or the other to break, or for an outsider to make sure that it was resolved. He was supposed to be that outsider, but if someone else had come in and done it first, or worse, one of the sides had tipped the balance...

Falco pulled the blaster pistol from his belt, warming it up as he approached the door. These people could very easily start shooting, if he was no longer welcome. Best be careful.

The hangar bay door wasn't locked. It opened with a touch, and he stepped into the corridor. He glanced down to his right, but before he could turn to his left, someone hit him with a stun blast from behind. The bird stumbled forward, and was out like a light.

He woke up with his arms pulled up to his head level, and his legs spread. Falco had gone through enough interrogations to know when he had been stripped while he was asleep, but this was a very different feeling. Everything felt naked, yeah, but that didn't mean that he felt like he was...uncovered. It was like there was pressure all over his body from his neck down, leaving only his hands and his face 'free'. The bird rolled his head from side to side, then opened his eyes to see what was going on.

All around him were things made of goo, either scooting around as cubes, or walking around as imitations of people. He saw foxes, cats, and more that were completely made of a yellow, transparent ooze, and who looked none the worse for wear. He blinked, looking left, right, and center, trying to find some sort of answer for what was going on.

After all, the oozes were supposed to be the peaceful natives, and they were all cubes. There were no two-legged oozes, not on this planet, at least. What the hell -

Squelch.

Oh.

Falco looked down, the bird's eyes already wide but getting wider as he saw the reason for feeling 'covered.' He was sunk up to his neck in one of the oozes, its pale-yellow body surrounding him on all sides, cupping him, supporting him, and - most importantly - keeping him from moving in the slightest.

The cube vibrated under him, and a few seconds later, one of the cat oozes walked over to him, bowing at the waist.

"Your partner to be apologizes, Mr. Lombardi, for your rude welcome. However, we could not have you wandering around without supervision."

"My what? My what?!"

"Your partner, Mr. Lombardi. The Ooze have been very kind to us; they merely required a partner for dealing with the motility issues. With this agreement, they have made us effectively immortal, all for the sake of our aid."

"...You're kidding me here..."

"We are not. But we are lacking suitable hosts for the rest of the Ooze population. We believe that you will be able to help us with this."

"Hey, I didn't - WHOA! WHOA-whoa-whoa, goo away from my ASSSSSS!"

There was no holding back from his ass, it seemed, nor any gentleness. The ooze flooded right into his hole, forcing it open. It pressed around, probably using stuff that it had learned from the other colonist hosts that it had taken, and was pressing right -

"Mmmph...mmmph!"

He moaned through his beak, most unwillingly, as he felt the pressure on his prostate and the slow rolling of that thing inside of him. It moved in ways that a toy or a cock never could, more flexible and a hell of a lot more dexterous. It found his prostate almost instantly, and the more that it rubbed him back there, the more that his cock rose in the Ooze block. He could feel it parting the slime, rising higher and higher until -

"Ah...ha..."

Falco gritted his teeth as shivers ran through him from head to toe, his cock caught in the Ooze and held tight in its malleable slime. It was trapped in place, and as the Ooze condensed around his cock, the tendril in his hole started to take on the shape of his own shaft.

"You have got to be kidding! This is - oh, no."

He rolled his head to the side, barely avoiding getting his beak filled right then and there with a goo tendril. It whipped around his head and grabbed it, though, pinning it for the second one. Falco tried to keep his mouth closed, but the Ooze didn't care about the limitations of bird biology. It just worked its way in and around his beak, pushing into the gaps and then forcing his mouth open like some sort of cartoon.

"Mmmph! 'On't oo 'dare!"

They dared. Oh, they dared. The Ooze's tentacle went right down his throat, making him gluk around it from the first thrust, and then taking it again and again. From behind, he was rocked in the Ooze's body, filled to the brim by the thick shaft that copied his own, except that it was able to bend and twist to find every little thing that made his cock throb that much harder. He had never considered himself a fan of this kind of anal, but the Ooze was trying hard enough that it might just make him a convert.

He shook his head, or tried to. His head was now bound, forced to take that slippery tendril - which thankfully tasted better than it looked - down his throat. Each thrust bulged out his neck ever so slightly, but enough for him to feel it. Each thrust from beneath rocked him up slightly, forcing him to thrust his hyper-sensitive cock through the Ooze, teasing himself all the further, all the more.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"You will become part of our community, Mr. Lombardi. Your partner is eager to bond with you."

Oh, he's fucking bonding, alright.

Despite his embarrassment, the pheasant's ass was clenching hard, and his cock was throbbing harder. Pre-cum appeared in the Ooze below him in transparent, almost white speckles before it was absorbed by the cube around him. Each time that he was filled to the brim, the cube seemed to contract, clenching around him. It was not letting him go. If anything it was pulling him in even deeper.

He coughed, gagging around the tendril as it went deeper than ever, thrusting right down his throat, feeling like it was going all the way into his stomach. At the same time, the copy of his cock in his ass pressed in as deep as it would go, and -

Hisssssss.

It felt like they were letting loose inside him, and as they did, his throat and his asshole started tingling. He didn't understand, at first, and then -

"MMMMPH!"

He moaned around the thick thing in his throat as the simple movement of the slime tendrils almost had him cumming right there. No, it did. Just feeling them pulling out somehow pushed him over the edge, leaving him cumming hard, white showing up in the yellow Ooze and leaving it discolored, but only for a moment. As the white faded, though, the yellow...

The yellow spread. And it spread into his feathers, and around his cock. He looked down, realized that he was changing, and he finally understood what the 'partner' thing meant.

They turned all the colonists, and now they're turning me...

He barely had a moment to realize that before the tentacles were moving again, this time ramming back in, and Falco came again...and again...and again. Soon, he was in a wave of near-constant orgasms, and he wasn't really thinking of anything.

The End

Summary: Falco Lombardi is sent to a planet out on the edge of space, to settle a dispute. Instead, the solution becomes him.

Tags: M/solo, Tentacles, Anal, Oral, Bondage, Slime, Cube, Falco Lombardi, Pheasant, Bird, Starfox, Rule 34, orgasm, Cum,