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Dr. Viper and Dr. N. Zyme are copyright 1993 Hanna-Barbera

By: Kooshmeister

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Newton Zyme awoke to find that he was positively sore all over. He was in his "room," which was little more than a narrow enclave just off the main chamber of the tree, lying on a bed which consisted of a mattress held up a couple of feet off the ground by thick roots growing out of the floor. It was tilted at an odd angle, and not very comfortable. As he had his first night here, Zyme had tossed and turned before finally managing to fall asleep, but he slept fitfully, and upon awaking would need some time before his out of shape, middle-aged body could recuperate from such a restless night's sleep.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He half-hoped, as he had before, that the past three days had been merely a dream and that he'd awaken to discover himself back in his own apartment, but as he eyes opened and he beheld the dark bedroom, he realized it was all real. He sighed deeply. He was wearing just his boxer shorts, as he found it impossible to sleep fully-clothed; his lab coat and pants were hanging on the back of a chair a couple of feet away, the only other real piece of furniture to speak off in the dingy little room. Slowly swinging his legs out of bed, his feet touched the soft earthen floor, cool despite the warmth of the swamp, and winced as his toes squished in the moistness. He'd gotten rid of his socks his second day here, figuring he had no further use for them what with both of his shoes lost somewhere out in the swamp.

He stood, stretched, feeling his aching joints pop, feeling a little better. He also noticed, sleepily, that he had morning wood. That surprised him. The forty-something scientist hadn't had morning wood since his early years as a lab assistant at Megakat Biochemical! The erect penis was there, though, defiantly poking through the fly of his boxers. Gripping it and giving it a couple of experimental jerks, Zyme couldn't remember what his dream was, but for him to have morning wood for the first time after more than twenty years, it must've been pretty erotic. Even worse (or, perhaps, better, depending on one's point of view), it was a piss hard-on. Zyme's bladder felt immensely full; he needed to pee, but he also needed to cum. Gently, he eased the throbbing erection back inside the boxers, which he pulled down a bit, so that the head poked up through the waistband. This had the effect of the waistband holding the cock in place against his stomach, meaning, when he dressed, his arousal would be hidden from Viper. The last thing he was in the mood for today was more taunting from his captor about how obviously he turned Zyme on!

Retrieving his clothes, Zyme dressed. Like his socks, his undershirt had been gotten rid of as well, because two layers of clothing, on his upper body at least, was unbearable to the scientist in the heat of the swamp. Now, at least, he understood why Viper insisted on running around half-naked! He pulled his pants on, then slipped his lab coat on and buttoned it up, but left the top few buttons undone, including the one that held his collar together; th coat's collar-ends stuck out humorously from either side of Zyme's neck.

Leaving his room, Zyme found the main chamber deserted, and silent apart from the usual sounds of bubbling chemicals coming from the multiple chemical concoctions on Viper's worktable. He walked across the room and ventured down a darker, narrow tunnel opposite the entrance to his "bedroom." Yesterday and the day before he'd done some exploring of his new home, not much, but enough to know that this tunnel at least led to the outside of the tree trunk, to one of the tree's huge leafless branches. Out onto this Zyme walked, and stopped after going out far enough. He hadn't done enough exploring of the "house" to know where the bathroom was, or even if there was one, and he sure as hell didn't want to ask Viper that question! He unzipped his pants, fishing his dick out, and began to relieve himself. A thin stream of piss arced upwards from his almost painfully bent-forwards erect cock, and sprinkled down the side of the tree, to the swamp floor several feet below.

When he finished, he released his cock which snapped back, thumping against his paunch, sending a final squirt of piss upwards that hit Zyme in the nose. He spat, sneezed, and wiped his face with the back of his hand, then went back to the entrance in the trunk, but didn't go in yet. Instead, leaning against the side with one hand and gripping his erection in the other, Zyme began to jerk off. He stood there for perhaps five minutes without hitting climax, much to his annoyance. He wasn't actually thinking of any sexy images in particular, which was probably part of the problem; he was trying to cum simply from the physical stimulation of his hand on his cock and it just wasn't working. Sighing, he gave up for now, and after rearranging himself once more so his obvious arousal was hidden, he went back inside. At least his bladder was empty, now.

Almost immediately, he ran into the six foot tall, green mushroom-cat monster that was once the security guard Deemer who'd been brought here along with himself by Viper, until Viper had mutated him into his present state. He startled Zyme, who jumped back, yelping, holding up his hands in a reflexive warding-off gesture, even though, following the guard's transformation the enormous, slobbering tentacled monstrosity had been given explicit instructions by Viper to, among other things, not harm Zyme. Remembering this finally, Zyme sighed and lowered his arms, then said to it, "What do you want?" It just snarled loudly. Trying a different approach, he asked, "Where is Dr. Viper?"

That seemed to work. Sort of. At least it elicited a response that Zyme could understand. It batted him gently in the shoulder with one of its tentacles, making him stumble a bit, and kept doing this, herding him across the main chamber towards a wide tunnel that Zyme had not explored down yet. Clearly, though, the monster wanted him to go there, and, not wishing to keep getting smacked with that tentacle the whole way, Zyme sped up his walking, muttering, "Okay, okay, okay, I get it, stop shoving!" The creature stopped, but pointed with a tentacle at the tunnel, and Zyme walked into it, the big mushroom wriggling after him.

This tunnel winded considerably and seemed to lead all the way down to the base of the tree, or perhaps even deeper. Zyme had no way of telling. It was dark and he stumbled several times. The deeper they went, Zyme started to hear bubbling. Did Viper have another lab down here? He didn't doubt it. Finally reaching the bottom Zyme discovered the tunnel opened into a large chamber, smaller than the main one above but still considerably large. It was lit by several candles as well as a couple of propane lanterns and alcohol lamps, and in the center was a large pit, about eight feet long and six feet wide, filled almost to the brim with what appeared to be mud. It was bubbling, the source of the sounds he'd heard coming down.

Dr. Viper was in it, sans his lab coat which hung on a branch nearby that served as a hanger of sorts. He was reclining languidly against the far end of the pool, his arms folded back behind his head, eyes closed. He appeared to be sleeping.However as Zyme walked over and stood at the edge of the pit, his glowing yellow eyes opened and fixated on him, and his previously relaxed, ambiguous expression turned into a wide smirk. "Ah," he said, "good morning, Dr. Zyme. Did you sleep well?"

"Hardly," Zyme said, frowning, looking down at the mud pool. He dipped a toe into it experimentally. The mushroom monster entered behind him but didn't come into the room any further. He just stood--well, sat, really, blocking the exit. Zyme eyed him warily, then turned and faced Viper again, crossing his arms. "My bed isn't exactly very comfortable," he said angrily, unsure why he was confronting Viper like this instead of kowtowing to him like he had the past couple of days. "In fact, my living conditions are downright unbearable."

Viper took his arms out from behind his head, his smirk vanishing. "In casssse you hadn't noticed, Zyme, we're in a fucking ssswamp," he said matter-of-factly.

"I don't mean that," Zyme said. "I just want a regular room and a comfortable bed. You want my cooperation, don't you? Well, you aren't going to get my full cooperation, my full....erm, submission to you by bullying me and treating me like a slave." He half-hoped for Viper to snap his fingers and have the mushroom monster eat him for his insolence. After only three days here he was already filled with a complete sickness of life, at least with the way things were going now.

Viper shifted a bit in the pool, stroking his large, pointed chin in thought. Perhaps Zyme was right. He remembered the thinking he'd done, back when they'd first returned here, about how he would have to work to make Zyme like him, if only a little bit, in order to gain the older scientist's compliance. That was before he'd reverted back to "loony scientist" mode and sadistically mutated the captured Megakat Biochemical guard into the monster now hovering behind Zyme. The monster, which had more intelligence than any of his other creations, was turning out to be a worthwhile helper, but Viper wondered whether this benefit was at the expense of any possible relationship he might have with Zyme in the near future, given Zyme's horrified, angry reaction to the guard's fate. It was time, Viper decided, to start building up a trust with his prisoner, Viper realized. "All right," he said finally.

Zyme sighed, relieved. "Thank you," he said, genuinely grateful.

"But that'sss it for now. If you want anything elssse, then you, Zyme, not me, are going to have to bend a little bit. You'll get a bigger room and a larger bed. We even have running water in this place. I insssstalled the plumbing system myssself. Will that do?"

Zyme nodded. "Yes, it'll do. Speaking of which," he said, uncrossing his arms and suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his head, "uh, I've been meaning to ask you, where is the bathroom? I've been wandering all over this place for the past couple of days and I can't seem to find it."

Viper laughed, throwing back his head. Unlike his previous laughs, this wasn't a cruel or insane cackle, just a regular old laugh, but one at Zyme's expense nonetheless. "Ah," he said, "so that'sss why you've been poking around."

"Among other reasons," Zyme said.

"Well, you should be careful. A lot of these tunnelssss go on forever. It'sss very easy to get lost, or worssse." Before Zyme could inquire about what could be worse than getting lost in dark tunnels, Viper added, "There'ssse some big drops in this place. Quite a real danger of falling a long way from a great height if you happen to ssstumble. Ssso, I would advise you to refrain from any further exploring until I can properly give you the full tour. Now, as your the bathroom, it'sss upstairsss." He pointed up at the ceiling as he spoke. "In the crown, up above the main room, where my own living quartersss are. Sssatisfied?"

"Yes," Zyme replied, now grateful he'd have somewhere to pee besides off the the branch outside the tree. Idly he ran his fingers through his hair, noticing how matted and grimy it had become. The heat and humidity has caused the hair, which normally curled upwards at sharp angles in the back of his head, to begin to wilt, so that it sort of hung down over his shoulders.

"Good," Viper said. Zyme noticed there was a wine bottle and a couple of martini glasses on the floor beside the rim of the pool to Viper's right. One glass was empty, the other was filled with the bottle's contents, a dark red liquid. Zyme couldn't tell from here but judging by the label's design it looked like a very expensive brand. Viper sifted a bit in the mud again and suddenly his thick, reptilian tail surfaced and began to slowly lash about, lazily flinging rivulets of muddy water. Viper cocked his head at an odd angle, his smirk returning. "Won't you join me?" he asked.

It wasn't really a question. More like a demand with a question mark at the end. Zyme sighed. Viper's intentions were obvious. Why was this damn snake so perverted? he wondered. He simply had to make everything about sex every chance he got. Zyme did still have a hard-on, though, and, despite being mud, the pool did nonetheless look warm and inviting, and now that they had begun cooperating at least a little bit, Zyme figured he didn't really have to worry about Viper doing anything particularly nasty to him. Nodding, he began to undo the remaining buttons of his lab coat, and was in the process of finishing it off when suddenly big green tentacles grabbed his arms. Zyme yelped, but the mushroom monster was only helping him remove the coat, which it then hung on a smaller branch alongside the one Viper's lab coat hung from. He sighed with relief. Goodness gracious, Viper's monsters gave him the willies!

Tentacles went for his pants but he swatted them away. "Thanks, I can get the rest myself," he said, and, blinking, the mutant mushroom-cat backed off. With that he sighed and undid his belt, letting his pants drop unceremoniously. He stepped out of them and then suddenly they were swept away by another tentacle and hung up with his lab coat. That monster just didn't give up!

Viper, for his part, was watching him and grinning, and noted the tip of the erect penis poking from the top of his shorts. "Morning wood, I ssssee," he said, putting one elbow on the rim of the pool and leaning his cheek against his hand. "Or do I flatter myssself?"

Zyme didn't answer. He merely frowned, and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of the boxers. Despite having already been seen naked by Viper before, Zyme was still self-conscious enough that he disliked being in the nude in front of anyone, let alone Viper. He knew, however, that Viper wanted him to get naked, so, he slowly pushed the boxers down off his wide hips, letting them fall the rest of the way down his legs to his ankles. Now, he stood nude before Viper, his physique diminished and scrawny apart from his potbelly, with reddish-brown pubes. Stepping out of the shorts, he reached down and picked them up before the mushroom monster could grab them. He then turned and lightly tossed them at him, and they landed on his nose and hung there. The monster blubbered annoyedly and yanked them off his face. Zyme allowed himself a small smirk, which disappeared when he turned back to Viper and stepped into the pool.

Nervously rubbing one arm Zyme waded further in, discovering that, the further in he went, the deeper it got. Less than three free from the edge and already he was in up to his belly button. He was grateful for the modesty this allowed him, though. He also discovered that this wasn't exactly a mud pool per se. It seemed more lick quicksand, but with a bottom to it. There was definitely water beneath the surface; it just had a thin layer of thick, slimy mud on top. It was very warm, too, and bubbling like a jacuzzi. Zyme figured it must be a natural spring of some sort.

"That'sss it," Viper urged, beckoning with a finger, "come on in. I won't bite." His tail began lashing a little more excitedly, and he drew up his legs so that Zyme could see the tops of his knees poking up from the surface. He was actually at the deepest end of the pool, where the bottom was about four feet beneath the surface, however he was only in up to his own waist because he was actually sitting on a shelf that was about a foot down from the rim of the pool. As Zyme approached, sinking ever deeper into the mud, Viper casually reached over and picking up the martini glass. He idly fiddled with the drink stir, which had a live, squirming earthworm stuck on it. Finally Zyme arrived right in front of Viper, in up to his armpits now. He was nervously holding both hands up out of the mud, and looking expectantly at Viper. Just looking at him like this, so obedient and submissive finally, made Viper rumble happily. He'd been erect long before Zyme came into the pool, and, like the other scientist, his arousal was concealed by the modesty offered by the mud on the surface.

Zyme swallowed, licking his lips, looking up at Viper. The snake-cat merely pointed down between his legs. Zyme looked down. Did Viper want him to pleasure him? Beneath the surface? Zyme couldn't hold his breath for very long, and was about to inform him of this when suddenly, Viper, growing impatient, firmly planted his hand on the top of Zyme's head, and shoved him down. Zyme resisted a bit, managing to gasp, "Wait!" before his head was shoved under fully, and Viper removed his hand and lay back, putting both feet on Zyme's shoulders, forcing him further down so that he was made to kneel at the bottom of the pool with his head at Viper's crotch level. He held his breath, cheeks bulging, and found he couldn't surface with Viper's feet on his shoulders. Deciding to do as Viper had commanded, however, before he drowned, Zyme felt around in the watery darkness until he found Viper's thighs, and followed them inwards with his hands until his fingertips touch what was undoubtedly an erect penis. He heard a muffled groan from up above him, and knew he'd found what he was searching for. Opening his mouth, letting several air bubbles escape, Zyme dove forward and took the cock past his lips.

Above the surface, Viper stretched out luxuriously, leaning back, squeezing his eyes shut. He hadn't felt Zyme's mouth on his cock since that first time at Megakat Biochemical years ago. And what a wonderful mouth it was. Despite appearing quite small normally, Zyme could actually open it quite widely. He wasn't a very good cocksucker, though, due, Viper figured, to inexperience. But he'd get better. Oh, yes. Besides, for now, just the mere thought of what was happening was going to be enough to bring him to orgasm. Tilting his head forwards again, he opened one eye to a slit, looking at the martini glass in his hand. Reaching, he pulled out the drink stir and eyed the worm squirming on the end. Out slithered his tongue which, just as Zyme managed to hit a sweet spot just under the head of his cock, slithered out and wrapped around the worm, pulling it off the drink stir, which Viper cast aside. The tongue, worm and all, retreated back into Viper's mouth, and the snake-cat washed his wriggling snack down with the wine, his lips pursing around the rim of the glass as Zyme's efforts improved. After he drained the glass and set it aside, he idly hoped, for Zyme's sake, that the older cat could hurry up and get him off, because he wasn't letting Zyme up for air until he came.

Below, Zyme was giving it all he had, learning the ropes the hard way, as it were. He was starting to learn just where Viper's sweet spots were based on the way Viper's body shook whenever they were stimulated. Now knowing what to do, and how to do it properly, he pursed his lips and began rapidly bobbing his head back and forth along the length of the cock, occasionally pausing and sucking on only the head. This, it seemed, was what finished Viper off, as the snake-cat's entire body suddenly began shuddering, cock twitching. Zyme felt something thicker than the water around him getting pumped into his mouth.

Viper groaned deeply as he came. "Yesssss," he hissed in carnal delight. Sitting forwards, he took his feet off of Zyme's shoulders and used his tail to wrap around Zyme underneath his arms and hoist him up. Zyme's head and shoulders broke the surface, and he coughed and sputtered, causing great gobs of green cum to dribble copiously from his mouth. His hair was now completely down. Viper admired how it looked when it was this way, and lamented the fact that once dry it would just curl back up into its former, wavy state. Zyme took deep breaths of air, and coughed some more, his hands grabbing Viper's knees for support, rivulets of muddy water cascading off his heaving form. Viper liked him this way.

"How did I," Zyme paused to cough, "do?" He sniffed, looking up at Viper for an answer.

"You did good," Viper replied. "You were a little clumsssy at first, but that'sss not surprising given how obviously inexperienced you are. But it doesn't matter."

He smirked, and wiped most of the mud off of Zyme's face, in particular getting it out of his eyes. Then his tail hoisted Zyme further out and he swapped places with him, setting Zyme on the ledge he'd been sitting on, and then with a grin Viper disappeared beneath the mud. Only Viper's turnip-like hairstyle, the three long strands of spiked-up black hair, could he seen above the surface. Underneath, Viper made certain to grab Zyme's ankles so Zyme couldn't do to him what he'd just done to Zyme, and then began nuzzling Zyme's crotch. He was considerably more skilled in this arena than Zyme, not necessarily due to experience, although Elrod Purvis had sucked his share of cocks, but rather due to the unique shape of his muzzle. That, and his forked tongue, which teased Zyme's member mercilessly for a bit before Viper finally took the entire length into his mouth, mindful of his fangs, and started to suckle. He was glad he had ahold of Zyme's legs, because in response to this the older cat began to violently shudder and squirm. Oooh, he was a wiggler, was he? Perfect.

Unlike Zyme, Viper could hold his breath for quite a long time, so, if he desired, he could stay down there for several minutes, mercilessly teasing Zyme, keeping his rival on the brink just to torture him. However, they had work to do today, and even though Zyme thought that sex was the only thing Viper ever thought about, the mutated scientist did, in fact, have other priorities. Like putting his newly-acquired supply of Katalyst 99 to good use. After all, he didn't steal it just to have it. So, he decided to forgo a long, deliciously tormenting blowjob and just go ahead and get Zyme off. He wanted his new assistant's mind to be on their work, not on sex. Whereas Zyme had brought Viper to orgasm using rapid movements, Viper, in his slinky, serpentine way, did it using much slower movements, combing both the sliding motions of his long, perfectly-shaped muzzle with the motions of his lips and tongue, to make Zyme squeal and finally explode in his mouth. That accomplished, Viper mmmed and came to the surface, rising up out of the mud like a god before Zyme who sat back, panting.

He still had Zyme's cum in his mouth, and swished it about, tasting it, before swallowing it down with a gulp. Smacking his lips, he sat beside Zyme on the ledge and waited for him to come down from his sexual high. When he did, Viper filled the second martini glass with wine from the bottle and handed it to Zyme, who accepted it with a shaking hand, slopping some of the wine out of the glass. Viper then refilled his own glass and held it up, clinking it against Zyme's. "Here'sss to what will not doubt be an....interesssting partnership, Dr. Zyme."

Zyme nodded, head still a bit fuzzy. "Uh, indeed, Dr. Viper," he said, then slowly drank his wine.

Viper drank his in one huge gulp, tossing his head back, sending the alcoholic beverage down to mix with Zyme's seed in his stomach. Sighing, he threw the glass aside, shattering it against the far wall, and got up, stepping out of the pool, trailing mud off his snakey body as he went. The mushroom monster, who had stood dutifully by during their entire session, was ready with a pink towel, which he hand Viper. Viper towelled himself off, then turned, facing Zyme, and held his arms out so that the mushroom-cat could slip his lab coat on for him. Adjusting the lapels, he nodded a silent thank-you to the monster, then turned and watched Zyme finish drinking his win and set the glass aside. He then got up out of the pool himself, all wobbly, and almost fell back in. However he regained his balance, and his composure, coughing and thumping his chest with a fist.

Then, he suddenly flipped his head to the side, his shoulder-length hair whipping about, shaking the remaining wetness from it. He flopped his head forwards, flipping the hair up over his head, looking for all the world like the women in those damn shampoo and conditioner commercials, then flipped it back again, using both hands to smooth the reddish-brown hair back and down, offering Viper a small smile. Viper smirked at him and threw him the towel. "Get dresssed," he said. "We've had enough fun for the morning. It'sss time that we got to work."

Zyme nodded, continuing to fuss with his hair, curling the ends around his fingers and then licking a fingertip and running it across his forehead so his bangs were flattened against it. Then he used the towel to dry himself off and wipe off all of the mud. Viper turned and walked out of the room, followed by the mushroom monster, as Zyme went to grab his lab coat and pants from they hung on the wall. He now felt a little better about living with Viper. He still had serious reservations about actually assisting him in turning Megakat City into one huge swamp, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. In the meantime, as he dressed, he realized that he was awfully curious about just what Viper had wanted Katalyst 99 for. Despite his explosive properties it was also a growth formula. Finishing messing with his hair and clothes, not bothering with his boxer shorts, Zyme trotted from the room and hurried to catch up to Viper. As they went upstairs, Viper began explaining his plans for Katalyst 99, which had something to do with what he called a "spore pod," and that new three-hundred-story skyscraper they were building downtown.

The End