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Slippy Sliding South

Part 1

For Limemas

By Draconicon

With both Fox and Falco off the grid, it was clear to both Slippy and Peppy that extreme measures had to be taken. There was no more waiting around; they had to do something before their wingmen disappeared forever.

Slippy sat at one of the computers on the bridge of the Great Fox, staring at the screen as he watched his former leader take Star Wolf's dick right up to the hilt, blushing as he watched Fox's face light up with sheer, obvious pleasure at being the royal bitch that he had become. The sheer humiliation of his leader should have hurt him, but the way that Fox obviously liked what was happening to him...

Well, it made it hard to understand what was going on.

Why did he do that? Slippy wondered. They were our enemies. Our rivals. Why would he just...

It didn't make sense. Flat-out, it didn't make sense. While Peppy was sure that there was some kind of trap being set up for the pair of them, something that would get rid of Star Fox as a group once and for all, Slippy was more worried about there being some sort of virus in the air, something that was affecting his crew mates and making them do things that they would never normally do.

Because that man, that fox on Wolf's dick? That wasn't the same Fox that he had flown so many missions with. No matter how corrupted someone got, no matter how tempted or drugged, there was no way that Fox would ever do something like that.

Peppy told him that it was Fox, that there were things that the toad just didn't understand about the body and what it could be made to want, but he refused to believe that. Fox was out there. Fox, the real Fox, not the slut that Wolf was parading around.

And I'm going to find him, whether Peppy wants to help or not, he thought.

There were others that might be able to help, but Slippy had a different sort of idea. It was one thing to start following up leads from old friends, tapping the military the way that Peppy was doing. That might get them something, might get them a small lead to follow, but Slippy had learned a long time ago that if you wanted to find something out, you went right for the source.

And in this case, the source was a very specific person.

The toad turned off the video, tapping a few keys to bring up the communication channels of the Great Fox. He looked over his shoulder, making sure that the door to the connecting corridor was closed, then started scrolling through the address book.

Peppy would kill me if he knew I was doing this, he thought, shaking his head as he scrolled up to the As. I know that they're not good people, but...

Slippy stopped at Andrew. The nephew of their old enemy Andross, the ape wasn't exactly a good person, but he was the smartest person on Star Wolf's team. Well, most of the time; there were times when Leon could trump him in some of the more sadistic inventions that the crew could come up with, but that was a different category as far as he was concerned.

If anyone knows what his crewmates are doing, and would be willing to talk, it'd be him, Slippy thought. We've talked before. He's shared some of his thoughts on his inventions, I've shared mine...He might not be that bad.

He tapped the screen, sending a ring down the line.

The screen expanded a few seconds later, showing the ape's slender face and white hair.

"What? What? Who's there? I am busy right now, and if you think that you can just interrupt - oh. It's you."

"Yes, it's me, um...Yeah. Me. Uh. How are you?"

"Busy. What the hell do you want, Slippy?"

"I'm looking for Fox."

"Didn't you see the video? My former boss is parading around his new toy for everyone to see."

"Yeah, but...but that can't really be him, can it?"

"He tells everyone that it is."

"Wolf would say anything to get back at Fox!" the toad said, standing up, his cheeks burning in anger. "You know he would lie just to make sure that nobody trusted Fox ever again. Don't pretend he wouldn't."

"...Wow, you're angrier about this than I am about being fired," Andrew said, leaning back from the screen.

"W-well, he's my friend...and that's..."

"You think your friend would never do that, huh? You think that there's no slut in that fox?"

"There isn't!"

The ape on the other side looked at him, cocking his head to the side. Slippy sighed. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should have just let Peppy do all the work. He was smart, but he belonged in the lab, not on the bridge. He reached for the cut-off button -

"Maybe I do know something..."

"What?" Slippy blinked. "You...you have something?"

"I might have something, you idiot. You think that I would just give it over, though? You want something, you pay to get it."

"I'll do anything."

"Yes, I -"

"I mean, I'll do anything. Fox is my friend, and he did so much for me, and he rescued me from monsters and creatures and space monsters and you guys, and there's no way that I wouldn't try and rescue him from a dangerous fate. He's my friend, and he -"

"Stop talking."

"- wouldn't back down from any kind of fight, and he'd just keep going, no matter how dangerous it was, or if he might die, or -"

"Will you shut up?!"

"He's a good guy and he doesn't deserve whatever Wolf is putting him through while faking that he's some kind of slut!"

"...Are you done yet?"

"...Yeah, for now."

"Finally. Okay, you want to talk about Fox? We can talk about Fox. But just you and me, the two brains. No guns, no friends."

"But Peppy -"

"Especially no Peppy. You want to find out what I know? Meet me at the following coordinates. And remember. Come alone, or we won't talk at all."

The channel was cut from the other side, and Slippy was left to consider the implications of the call on his lonesome.

Right off the bat, he knew that he couldn't tell Peppy what he had done. The hare would immediately jump on him, tell him to stay home, tell him that going out to meet with any of their rival team was going to get them down another team member. There was no proof that Falco had met up with his rival, but after seeing what happened with Fox, the possibility was definitely there.

No, Peppy was someone that he could not talk to about this, and ROB and the other robots on the ship would be just as bad for this sort of thing. They didn't understand the bond between the different members of the crew, and they would just see it as a stupid thing, too. If they understood him at all.

No, he had only one real choice, and that was between going and staying. Looking at the screen again, seeing the video on repeat of Fox getting used and abused, the toad already knew which of the choices he was going to take.

He left a note for Peppy, grabbed his communicator, and left the ship, taking his Arwing down to the surface of the planet.

He wasn't too surprised to find himself landing the ship outside of the city proper, but he was surprised to find that the ground opened up as soon as he cut off the engines. The makeshift landing pad that he had been instructed to find and land on sunk into the ground, only to be covered over by steel plates over his head.

An underground lab. He moved fast.

That wasn't too surprising, considering the way that Star Wolf had operated in the past, but the fact that they'd been able to get an underground lab in the middle of Corneria...

That was saying something to the resources that they'd gotten. Whoever was funding them, whoever was helping Andrew right now, had some serious connections in the upper levels of the Cornerian Defense Force.

The landing pad went deeper and deeper, and even poor, innocent Slippy started to feel a bit concerned about how far below the surface he was getting. He tapped his fingers against the console of his starfighter, wondering if he'd be able to twist it up to get a few shots off at the ceiling -

And then the lights came on.

He was half-blinded as the brilliant white light streamed down on his ship, groaning as he rubbed his large eyes. When he could see again, he gaped at it.

The lab was huge, stretching out for at least a mile away from the descending landing pad. There were test tubes along the walls, each one filled with a different clone that was starting to grow to fruition. There were other subjects, each one attached with wires and needles to different chemical feeds, and he imagined that they were there to start building up different super soldiers.

When did he get a military contract? he wondered, the ship finally coming to a halt at the bottom of its descent. He popped the cockpit, and then stepped outside.

Andrew was right there waiting for him, leaning against the console that had probably been operating the lift shaft. Slippy took a step towards him, only for the ape to hold up one hand and stop him.

"Ba-ba-ba. Stay right there. I'm scanning you first."

"I didn't bring anything but my communicator, though."

"You think I trust that? Throw it back in the ship."

"Fine, fine. But I just want what you're offering."

He threw the little bauble back into the ship, and then held his arms out to the side. Several drones popped out of the console, floating around him and flashing him with shining blue lights.

After a few seconds, they returned, and Andrew stared down at the screen with suspicion and paranoia, the same way that he looked at everything else.

"Hmmm, it says that you didn't come with anything..."

"I told you. I'm not that kind of guy. I just want -"

"Stop talking. I told you before, I don't like you talking."

"Sorry..."

"Ugh. Look. Just gimme a second here."

The ape tapped on the screen a few more times, muttering constantly to himself about something or other. It was completely how Andrew always acted, so it didn't bother Slippy that much. He occupied himself with looking around the lab, anyway, staring at the different things that the ape was keeping himself busy with.

To be honest, the toad had always been more keen on experimenting with the machines around him than with people. There was something to making something better, more efficient, yes, but that was nicer when you did it to machines than living things. They didn't scream. They didn't get hurt.

You could make mistakes without making them miserable as a result of it.

"When did the government give you the money for this?" he asked.

"When they needed to make more soldiers than they had people to train," Andrew muttered under his breath. "All the cloning means that they don't have to send civilians into space to fight people. They don't have to send people to die, and they don't have to pay for mercenaries."

"That's...scary."

"Well, it's better than making a lot of people die, right? And considering that Star Wolf is already out of a job, why bother with fighting anymore? Why not make it so that nobody else has to do that?"

Slippy nodded slightly, though as he looked at all the clones, he swore that he saw something familiar about them. They looked like people he knew, but he couldn't quite tell how or why.

Finally, Andrew shook his head at the console, grumbling under his breath.

"Well, you didn't break the deal, so I guess we can talk."

"I told you I wouldn't."

"Yeah, but I don't trust anyone. Not even Star Wolf these days. Come on."

The ape led him down from the landing pad to the deeper parts of the lab, away from the cloning tubes and into the enclosed sections. Slippy didn't know where they were going, but he knew that this was going to be a long, hard sort of conversation.

He just hoped that it was one that would turn things around for him, too. Fox was missing, and every hour that he stayed missing, things were only going to get worse.

To his surprise, Andrew laid out a couple of cups for them, filling them with some sort of liquid. It wasn't coffee, though it had the same sort of color. It had a more syrupy consistency, something that stuck to everything that it touched, and it seemed to be vaguely motile, too, moving and stirring when it wasn't being touched.

"What is this?" Slippy asked as he held his cup up. "It doesn't look like anything that I've ever seen."

"It's a special drug. Something that I take before experiments."

"What's it do?"

"Makes you smarter. Keeps the brain firing fast, so that you can't slow down. Makes it easier to keep thinking and not get stuck on something."

"Is that why you are so smart on the ground and so dumb in the sky?" Slippy asked.

"...I'm going to pretend that you didn't say that," Andrew said, sniffing softly. "Now, drink up. We need to be as smart as possible if we're going to figure out where your friend is."

"I thought you said that you knew where he was?"

"I said I had something, I didn't say that I knew his location. Now, you going to drink with me or not?"

"I..."

Slippy looked down at his cup again. He wasn't keen on the idea of giving himself drugs, as he had always been good enough without the stimulants that a lot of the other scientists used to keep going at the end of a long day. He had never bothered with coffee except when he needed to start the day. Going further than that now seemed like a stupid idea, even to get his friend back.

Even to get his friend back.

No. Everything is worth it to get Fox back. Everything is worth it to get my friends back where they belong.

With a determined nod, Slippy tossed his head back and chugged the whole thing at once. Syrup, he found out, was a good way to describe the drink. It didn't so much flow or slide down his throat as it crawled down, sticking to everything and leaving a strange sort of film behind against the inside of his mouth and the inside of his neck.

He gagged slightly as he forced it down, swallowing as hard as he could to make it go where it was supposed to go. Every little suck, every little swallow, forced it down a bit further, but it was still hard to feel like it was going down well.

His lips stuck together slightly, forcing him to push them apart with his fingers when he tried to talk.

"This is...really...not...fun."

"It's something that you get used to," Andrew said, drinking it with greater ease.

"How does it work?"

"You'll find out in a minute."

Slippy opened his mouth again, then froze.

There was definitely something going on, something that was making it hard for him to focus on anything but the weird feeling in his head and throat. Everything felt...tight, like his brain was suddenly constrained, held down, pulled tight. He groaned, rubbing his head with his hands, leaning forward as his head felt hot, like his skull was starting to warm up from the inside.

The inside of his throat wasn't much different, feeling tight and closed, like he had just had an allergic reaction, but when he swallowed, it was...different than before, like he was doing something...pleasurable?

He blushed as he felt the strange sense of something lovely as he swallowed, almost like he was forcing something over something that had more nerve endings then. He opened his mouth, shifting his tongue -

"Mmmph..."

Talking...Why did talking feel good? His tongue felt almost like silk against the inside of his mouth, soft and wet and smooth, and the feeling of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth against his tongue was...oddly erotic.

What the...what the heck...

His head felt different, alright, and he was forced to study the different feelings in his mouth and head, but it was so wrong, so weird compared to what he was used to feeling. He tried to think of something else, anything else, but all he could focus on were the weirdly pleasurable feelings of his tongue moving around inside his mouth.

"Oh, having a bit of a problem there, Slippy?" Andrew asked with a smirk on his face. "Starting to get a bit too smart? Feeling too good for your own good?"

"What...is...this?" Slippy asked, his tongue feeling too good for him to be able to talk quickly. Every word seemed to send a little tingle from his mouth to his head to his crotch, and he was shifting and sliding on his chair. This was so wrong. This had to be a bad reaction to the drug or something. "It's making...making...me...feel...funny?"

"Don't worry. That's part of how it works. Just ride it out. You'll like it in a minute or two."

That was the problem. He was liking it right then, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to like it. He wanted to think normally, not be focused on his mouth. He was here for a specific reason, and this was starting to screw with that reason.

He started to flick his tongue around, desperately trying to get used to the odd sense of euphoria that was screwing with him. His mouth felt like it was turning into some sort of erotic organ, and that was not something that he wanted to think about.

On the plus side, he was able to examine it far more analytically than before, and he could tell that there were good effects to this. He could think through things faster, and he could pick out what was happening.

Nerves swelling, coming up to the top of the skin rather than being buried somewhere in the middle. No more cushion, no more safety barrier. The nerves were nearly exposed, covered by the slightest layer of tissue possible, and if he had taken any more of the drug, it likely would have exposed the nerves completely.

Then he would have been catatonic from all the stimulation that he was getting, and he really didn't want to think about that.

The toad took a few deep breaths, getting used to the feeling of air passing over his tongue and lips. He was able to speak slightly better, but nowhere near the speed at which he normally did.

"What...do you have?" he managed to ask.

"Oh, right, right. That. I was able to track some of the DNA that we still have of Star Fox, and I think we might be able to pin down his location."

"Oh? Oh that is amazing," he said in a clipped, slower voice, unable to speak any faster and getting more annoyed with himself for it. "Give it to me."

"It's corrupted, is the problem. If you want to trace it, then you better be ready to work to untangle all that. I think, whatever they did to him, they altered his DNA just enough that you wouldn't be able to track it from the stuff on your ship, but..."

"You have something?"

"I have enough...if you want to help me. To save your friend."

There was a strange glint in the ape's eyes as he made the offer, something that he was sure that Peppy would have words for. The way that they stared at him, the way that Andrew looked so hungry for...something. It was hard for him to think of what it could mean, but there had to be something about it that was wrong.

That said, the ape had what he needed to find Fox, and for that, Slippy was willing to pay any price.

"Let's get started."

The work took the better part of five hours, but at the end of it, they had untangled what was legitimate corruption and what was corruption from the age of the sample. What had come out of it was something that Slippy could barely comprehend as being Fox.

It looked like his DNA, yes, but it had been twisted, corrupted by other different samples. There were bits of data about wolves in there, as well as chameleons and pheasants. He didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that whatever this Fox was, he had been twisted into something that wouldn't look like him anymore.

He wanted to be scared, but what he felt was something very different. Something that was very distracting.

Slippy pulled his fingers down from his lips as he felt himself touching them again, probing and rubbing against his mouth. He blushed every time that he realized that he was doing it, knowing that he was making a fool of himself in front of the ape. Every now and then, he saw Andrew looking at him, and worse, he saw the ape smirking slightly.

It had to be teasing about being more affected by the drug than his rival was. The pair of them had been working and sipping at the drug for the entirety of their research time, and Slippy had never been faster-thinking than he had been during that time. The downside was that his mouth had never been more sensitive, either, and that meant that he was constantly distracted by the feeling of swallowing, by the feeling of his tongue resting against his lips, by the feeling of his lips themselves.

Everything was...erotic. Everything aroused him. And it was very, very, very distracting.

By the time that they were done, he was struggling not to touch his lips, not to lick them, not to move his mouth in any way that wasn't a hundred percent necessary. One way or another, he would be able to hold back from humiliating himself. He hoped.

"Looks like that's as good as we're going to get tonight," Andrew said, shaking his head. "At least we got a sample now. Something to track him with."

"I'll...I'll start tomorrow. When the drug wears off."

"You'll come back for it, then."

"Why come back?" Stop making me talk. Stop making me talk. "I just want to find him. Why do you want this now?"

"That's a mess of DNA. I want to see what happened to him. I want to see what sort of creature someone made him into. Besides, I don't want you running off and telling anyone what's down here, so...if I keep it until you come back tomorrow, that means that I can get rid of it if you tell anyone where I am."

It was the simple paranoia of the ape again, but there was nothing that Slippy could do to argue with that. He knew that Andrew would be like this to the bitter end, as he always was. He might as well just let the ape have this power for one night.

One night, and then he would be off, looking for Fox, finding him and fixing him.

One night, and then everything would be okay again.

Slippy nodded his understanding, then turned towards the landing pad. He hopped into his Arwing, and Andrew sent him back up towards the surface.

He took off as soon as the plates opened above him, flying back towards the Arwing. He hoped that Peppy hadn't noticed his absence. The old hare seemed rather busy sleeping when he wasn't actively busy with things, so it was entirely possible that the whole thing had gone unnoticed.

He was lucky. It had been. The toad slipped into his bedroom while the old hare slept the night away, and he fell into bed with a groan. Shucking off his jumpsuit, he could feel a certain part of his anatomy screaming at him for attention, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could ignore it.

The toad stripped down to his underwear, rolling onto his back to look at the bulge that throbbed down there. It twitched with the beat of his heart, and he blushed every time that he saw it move.

I'm not horny. I'm not horny. I don't want to...

The toad licked his lips without thinking about it, and suddenly shivered, his body shaking from the spasm of pleasure that it sent through him.

Mmmph...Stupid Andrew and his stupid drug...

Slippy reached down and groped himself, leaning his head back against his pillow as he ran his fingers up and down his underwear, not pulling them down, not daring to pull them down knowing what he would be tempted to do.

His six-incher continued to throb, regardless, and he could feel the slime oozing out of the time from how much his mouth and throat had turned him on. He blushed, swallowing, only to moan again.

He swore it felt like an inverse blowjob every time that he swallowed, like he was getting pleasure as the person giving one rather than the person getting one, like his throat had turned into a pleasure center. He hoped that the effects of the drug would fade away soon, or that he could become as used to it as Andrew was.

Shivering, he held back the urge to lick his lips again, but he couldn't help letting his mouth fall open as he kept tracing the outline of his cock in his briefs. His tongue fell out of his mouth, spreading further and further from his lips, going down his chest before the tip came to rest just over the waistband of his underwear.

It could go further, and in the past, it had gone further. He had sucked himself off more than once, and it hadn't been that bad. It wasn't as efficient as jerking it, but the toad had given himself that pleasure and had even shown it off once or twice in college.

But now...

Now, he wondered what it would feel like to have his own cock on his tongue again, to feel himself giving himself a blowjob.

Or just...just to give a blowjob in general.

Mmmph...my mouth...

It was so sensitive from the lips to the back of his throat, and if he was bigger, the temptation to fuck his own face would have been impossible to resist. As it was, his slight gut and the way that he was built meant that it was impossible to reach his head down that far.

His tongue, on the other hand, was already there...

He blushed as he fought against the temptation to start teasing himself properly, to start wiggling his tongue into his underwear to find his dick and start stroking it, teasing it, playing with it. The idea...

Mmmph...I shouldn't...I should sleep, let it wear off...

But at the same time, his cock was right there, begging to be sucked, pleading with him to let it into his mouth. His tongue wriggled forward, playing over the front of his underwear -

Slippy bucked forward, gasping around his tongue. It rolled right back into his mouth after the first touch of his dick to it, and he thumped his fists against his bed.

God...oh god...

He rolled over, jamming his face into his pillows to hide his embarrassment. Not from what he had done, but...

But from how it had felt.

That was...best thing...ever...

Even in his limited experience, he knew oral wasn't supposed to give pleasure that way. You weren't supposed to get off from feeling something on your tongue, or having something in your mouth. That wasn't how the body worked. That wasn't biology.

What did that drug do to me?

It had to be an overreaction that frogs had to it. There was no way that Andrew would be suffering from the same thing, not when he was that focused on what they were doing down in the lab. It had to be either a reaction that only frogs got, or...

Or the ape wasn't telling him the truth. Andrew might have been...lying to him.

Slippy shivered at the thought. Getting played by Star Wolf had happened more than once, but he was always the one that they came after for this sort of thing. They always tried to pull their tricks on him because he would always believe them.

The question was...How much of it was a lie?

Slippy was sure that he would have caught a scientific lie if Andrew tried to slide it past him. Even as distracted as he was, there was no way that he'd fall for something that was technically wrong instead of just a lie. That had been Fox's DNA on the screen, and everything that they had done had been done by the book, perfectly in line with how scientific research was supposed to go.

No, that was Fox...or at least, it had been.

Whether it would be the same when they found him - when Slippy found him - he didn't know, but that part wasn't a lie.

I have to go back.

That was the scary part. That was the part that he wasn't sure that he could do.

After all, if Andrew was lying to him, if the ape was trying to pull one over on him, Slippy was pretty sure that there was no way that he would be able to get out of the lab again. The primate would know what was going on, would seal the doors, would keep him inside.

But he had to go back. He had to get the information to track Fox down.

And maybe...

Maybe get a bit more of the drug. Just to experiment with a bit himself...to see if he could really...

His cock throbbed, and Slippy slammed his head into his pillow in frustration again.

Gah! Sleep! Ignore it!

Yet, he could already tell that was going to be all but impossible.

The End