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Fox and Falco's New 'Partners'

For starlightwyvern

By Draconicon

"I ain't comfortable with that distress signal, Fox," Falco muttered as they popped the tops of their Arwings. "There was something wrong with it. Not enough interference out here for that kind of humming."

"Slippy double-checked it; should be fine."

"Yeah, well, Slippy gets shot down twice per contract."

"Still, he knows the electronics."

"Doesn't mean I like this," the pheasant muttered as he hopped out of his craft, looking around the docking bay. "And there's not enough people out here, either..."

With the docking bay enclosed, keeping the storm outside from sweeping any wind or rain into the area, he would have thought that the mechanics would have been keeping busy out here, or that there would be experiments spilling out of the official lab for places with fresh air. At the very least, off-duty security personnel would be getting their fresh air out here. Instead, there were two - and no more than two - mechanics that were staring at them from across the way, looking...weird.

Falco shook his head, adjusting his blaster in its holster. There was something funny going on around here, and he didn't like the implications one bit.

Even as he glared, though, Fox walked up and patted him on the shoulder. His wingman chuckled.

"You're paranoid."

"I should be. You're not."

"That's because there's nothing to be worried about. If you want to keep playing with your gun, at least wait until you're on the practice range."

"Someone could be here."

"Or it could be a mistake, and we get paid for doing nothing."

"You really think that's what happened?"

"Not really, but if you're that obvious, they're going to wait until you're not looking."

"...You don't believe it's safe, either?"

"I think that you need to relax, and put on a good show..."

So that was how the boss wanted to play it. Alright, he could do that. Just go along with it, pretending that they were blind, deaf, and dumb to the dangers. He let a smile cross his beak, falling in line behind the smirking fox as they walked across the docking bay.

The two toads that were waiting for them at the other side didn't even lose their stony expressions until he and Fox were a few feet away. Then, it was almost like they woke up, turning left and right to look at him and his wingman.

"Oh, you're here already?" one of them asked.

"Yeah. We got your signal," Fox said. "Everything okay?"

"Signal? What signal?"

"Heh, see, Falco? Told you. Nothing to worry about."

Nice act, Fox, he thought. The two toads were looking at Fox, now, keeping all their attention on him, which gave Falco the chance to give them the once-over. Nothing on them like the Apparoids, which was a relief. Dealing with that kind of bullshit again was not on his wish list. But there were no other signs of domination, which meant that something else was going on. A threat, or some drug, or...something.

Because they were obviously off.

"Where's the lab?" Falco asked.

"This way."

The toads were happy to take them along, though they were a quiet bunch. Falco kept expecting them to speak in unison whenever they were asked a question; they always seemed so...weirdly in sync with each other. It bothered him more than a little bit.

Shaking his head, he glanced at Fox out of the corner of his eye. His friend nodded, obviously seeing the same thing, but also to gesture for them to keep up the act.

As they left the swept-ceiling hangar behind and walked along the long, curved passages of the inner corridors, Falco sniffed the air. There was something...not quite a smell, but more of a charge to the air. It felt like there was some sort of energy, almost like the burnt smell that lingered after an electrical discharge, except that the energy was still discharging. It gave him a small headache, and he rubbed the side of his head.

"What the hell are you guys working on here?" he muttered, shaking his head. "It feels weird."

"We have been studying various bio-forms," one toad said.

"Indeed. Each of them with their own special skills."

"One adapted itself to the preservation of a host."

"Another had a skill of allowing itself to link with entire schools of fish."

"Still others were able to blend in with their environment, disappearing into nothing."

The toads continued to list all kinds of things that the local wildlife was capable of doing. Fox and Falco shared a look, both of them getting something of a drawn expression the more that they heard. It wasn't just the list of things that sounded like this planet was made of super-predators and dangerous species. It was that feeling in the air, something that kept distracting him and making him feel...off. Off his game and out of step.

He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but share at least a little of the enthusiasm that the scientists were showing. There was something rather awe-inspiring about creatures that had so many different talents, so different from what most people had. The fact that there were some that were able to just...link like that...

He could imagine being the most awesome of the bunch, though. That would never change, he thought with a chuckle.

"And, of course, there were two specimens that were the best of the bunch. Incorporating many different talents."

"And we had to study them, of course. They were the primary purpose of the facility," the second toad said.

"And where are they now?" Fox asked.

"Still in the lab. Right behind this door."

The toad tapped the console, and then, without warning collapsed. His friend did the same, leaving two crumpled mechanics at the door as it opened up to reveal -

"Mmmph!"

"Nnngh!"

Fox and Falco stumbled back as two balls of goo slammed against their faces. They stumbled around, grabbing at their cheeks, their eyes wide as they fought against the slimy, wet tendrils running around their muzzle and beak. Falco stumbled back into the doorframe, while Fox fell into the lab proper.

Falco had a split second to see that there were two large tanks that had been shattered from the inside, which must have been the containment zones for the creature trying to force its way down his throat. Then, two screens came online further back in the lab, displaying faceless silhouettes that talked in deep, droning voices.

"Please. Be calm. We have no desire to hurt you."

Falco felt some of the fight go out of his arms, something that shocked him to his core. He curled his feathery fingers, trying to keep a grip on the thing around his beak, but it was all he could do just to keep his hands there and not drop them to his side. He groaned, shaking his head to try and clear it, but there was something about that voice, something about the power that came with it.

What...what the...

The hum in the air was stronger, now, and he realized that the signal must have been coming from these little bastards. They were pressed right against him and Fox, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Fox struggling to keep one hand on it, the other reaching for his blaster.

Get it, Fox...get it...

The ooze was slowly spreading across his face, smooth as latex and as tight as rubber. He could feel it spreading along his beak and his neck, but also along his hands, moving down and over his cheeks and along the ridges over his eyes. The whole thing...it was...

"Nnngh..."

He groaned as he felt something oozing from the rubbery creature, almost like it was seeping through his feathers and into his skin. It was hot, slippery, and...and it was making him...so sensitive...

"We have no desire to hurt you. We merely wish to join with you."

"Nnngh...what the...Apparoids said," Fox muttered through the rubber thing on his face, barely keeping it out of his mouth. It had covered one of the fox's arms completely, and had slid halfway up his face. Hell, most of Fox's chest had been covered, too, and Falco dreaded looking down and seeing what had happened to him.

Then, suddenly, his arm reached down of its own accord, grabbing his blaster and tossing it to the side. It didn't discharge, just hit the floor harmlessly. His arm kept moving without his consent, covered in the rubber-latex thing that the creature seemed to be made of, and started pulling off his vest, then the shirt beneath.

"We must have access to hosts. It is imperative to our life-cycle that we have someone to bond with. It is not fatal, merely cooperative."

Yeah, but who's the one in charge?

Yet, despite his mental vitriol, it was hardly doing him any good. He groaned every time that they spoke, feeling like their words were drilling through his skull and settling deep in his brain. He could feel his grip on the thing doing less and less good, particularly as both his arms were taken. They fell to his side, the ooze running along the outside of his beak, forcing it open to leave him open-mouthed.

As Fox was made to toss his blaster to the side, as well, Falco realized that he was being completely stripped. His chest was bare, and his hands were fiddling with the zipper and button of his pants. They hit the floor before he could even try and resist, leaving his cock exposed, his balls hanging down. He stepped out of them, shuffling his boots off. The creature continued to slide down, over his legs, over his ass, over his dick...everywhere.

He and Fox were made to enter the lab at that point, their eyes pointed forward at the far screens. He realized that one screen had been speaking, but there were two different silhouettes. Both muscular, both powerful, but with one leaner and taller than the other.

It was the lean, tall one that spoke, and he realized that Fox was starting to mouth the same words, his friend made to speak alongside the recording.

"We will be the dominant partners, but we will care for you. You must, however, submit. You must be good hosts for us," Fox's creature said.

Falco tried to shake his head, but the creature had flowed around him enough that he found himself nodding instead. He groaned, his hands falling to his sides, his fingers forming into fists for a moment, but the creature seemed to take that in its stride. It chuckled, finding a way to slide across his beak, into his mouth, over his tongue. He almost gagged as it went down his throat, touching his vocal cords and playing them like an instrument.

"Heh, don't worry. You're going to be all kinds of flashy when we're done with you," the creature said, in his voice. In his own voice. "But you gotta work with us for that. Just give in. Trust us; we're not going to waste good bodies like this."

As the creature finally managed to get all the way down to his ankles, wrapping around them and sealing him up inside of a rubber, binding cocoon that was almost exactly his own shape, just bigger, Falco was finally rendered completely helpless. He could not move without the permission of the thing around him.

"What...are...you?" he managed to grunt out past the rubber.

"Heh, I'm Guide-2. The one that's more the regal, strong type is Guide-1. He's getting your friend ready, reminding him of his responsibilities, that sort of shit."

"And...you?" Falco grumbled.

"Oh, I'm just enjoying having a hot host against. The others weren't that good, needed so much improvement. But you? Oh, you're going to be great."

Falco was about to ask how when the creature pressed all the tighter around his body. It felt almost like his skin was merging with it, somehow, that they were becoming one. A prickling came with the tightness, almost like some bit of the creature was sliding through his pores, becoming part of him, melding with him. It was...

It was rather...

Intense...

But the outer layer never disappeared. The things - the symbiotes, the word finally came to him, the symbiotes - were still around them, but their substance had other work to do. Falco could feel it pumping into his arms, swelling him up, making him bigger and stronger the more went in. His thighs and his biceps thickened dramatically, and his chest started to push forward with new shelves of muscle.

The pheasant groaned, and so did the fox. His friend - Guide-1 - was getting back to his feet, standing with some purpose, with a slight cocky smirk on his face. He didn't know if it was Fox or the other symbiote looking out, but whichever it was, they enjoyed what they saw.

The two of them turned to face each other. Naked as could be, they looked one another up and down, Falco's head getting turned and bounced by the symbiote that covered him. His eyes went down, down, down, to his wingmate's manhood.

"Heh, looks like your host started with plenty to work with," Guide-2 said through Falco's beak. "Mine too."

"Yeah. They're going to be much more fun."

"They just need to learn to relax."

"And learn how to embrace responsibility."

"We are, after all, the best thing that could ever happen to them."

"They'll learn," Guide-1 said. "This one has a strong sense of responsibility."

"And this one...heh, oh, he's going to be a fun one. All cocky, but there's some other stuff to this bird..."

"But they're still not convinced." Guide-1 shook Fox's head. "Let's continue. A little bit of conditioning should pave the way."

Falco groaned in his own mind at the word 'conditioning.' That never meant anything good, and it was further proof that they probably shouldn't be here. But...but the fact that he could only think...probably...

The symbiote spread further, covering his eyes, leaving them filtered through some sort of weird lens. It was like looking through a mask, and then -

Spirals.

Colors.

He could feel the pressure of the colors and shapes pushing down on his mind almost immediately, and more than that, he could feel his beak forced open, more of the symbiote's rubber shape going down his throat. Not just filling, but thrusting. He almost gagged, and would have, if it wasn't for the fact that Guide-1 was actually controlling his physiological responses.

"Don't worry," the symbiote said. "We're going to take care of you two. We just need you to be a little more...willing."

Willing. The word echoed through his skull, mostly unwillingly, only to be suppressed by a sudden burst of pleasure from below. The part of the symbiote wrapped around his crotch started to pull, to push, to tug, to tease. It slowly shaped itself around his groin, pulling his cock and balls through the surface material, grinding itself against him. They were bonded, melded, but at the same time, it had felt clothed, even if it wasn't...until now.

Falco moaned as Guide-2 formed a tube of itself around his shaft, their shaft, and started stroking with it. Up, down, up, down, the slow milking pleasure pulling at his cock and driving him up the wall. He gasped through the throat-fucking that he was getting, his eyes unable to escape the colors and shapes that burned through the creature conditioning him.

And then...

Then it came from under his tail feathers. His eyes went wider than ever as he felt that thing rubbing between his cheeks, slowly sliding in. He could not stop it, but he could not help but enjoy it, either. The feeling of being filled, the sensation of having his hole spread, the friction and the wetness melding together to create something entirely different, was...well, intense. Very, very intense, and something that he had no defense against.

He could just barely see Fox through the eye-holes and the shapes and the colors. His friend looked confident and happy, cock bobbing up and down in pleasant arousal. That...was that Fox for real, now? Or just the creature around him?

Was there a difference?

Did there have to be a difference?

Falco groaned as the thrusts between his throat and his ass started syncing up, having a harder and harder time thinking. The signal in the air, the soft pressure of the two symbiotes, the words from outside that barely reached his ears now...the pleasure...the colors...the spirals...

He slipped down into a place of little thinking, and soon, wasn't thinking at all. It would be easier to just...figure it out later...

The End

Summary: Fox and Falco are called in during a distress call, and find themselves dealing with a facility that's acting very strange.

Tags: M/symbiote, M/solo, Nudity, Body Control, Transformation, Symbiote, Starfox, Sci-Fi, Mind Control, Alteration, Anal, Oral,