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Some few hundred thousand miles over Venom, the Starfox crew was in a dogfight with the mercenary team Starwolf. This was the second time in a standard cycle, and it was a wonder the Wolfen ships were still in fighting condition. But lo and behold, there they were. Lo and behold further, they were getting clocked by the ace pilots and Slippy, and were in a bad position. Just when it seemed like the standard game outcome was about to happen, captain Wolf sprung his new secret weapon. A nano-tech swarm of teeny-weeny robots carried by ballistic syringes. Invented by Andross, they were designed to enter through the smallest crevices available to them and dissolve metal at a molecular level. Literally tear metal apart atom by atom. For whatever reason though, it struggled with cloth and rubber, and anything sufficiently flexible really. But that didn't help the Star Fox crew when their metal footwear was atomized right off their feet. The nanotech couldn't do much about their flesh however, try as they might. Wriggle, scrape, pull, the looser atomic structure would not allow for it. It was like trying to rip a rubber hose versus tearing, say, a wire. The poor little nano-arms couldn't reach far enough to rip off molecules. But to be poked and prodded and scratched at on such a small scale, that had a side effect of being particularly... Ticklish~ Some merely exfoliated the flesh, but most wriggled right into the nerves and pinched and gnawed at them almost directly. And it was a particularly jarring tickle. Fox had been tickled before. A feather to make him titter, a brush to make him gekker and yowl, even the playful nails of a tipsy vixen to reduce all dignity to naught. None was quite like this, a scritchy-itchy electrical sensation that might as well have been slipperly bristles upon raw nerves. An absolutely piercing tickle that froze his whole body up like a tazer rush. And whatever resistance he could muster, the nano-bots' magnetizing structure was able to mitigate with the various smart forms they could take. Most notably, tentacle-like appendages tethered directly to the floor of the Arwing's cockpit. There was nowhere to run anyway, not in a cramped little spacecraft. No way to fly away, it might as well have been a swarm of bees enclosed in there with him. At best, he could tough it out and finish the battle, so long as the shielding field holds up long enough to keep the air in. So long as he doesn't lose what's left of his cool and go crashing into the space station a few hundred feet away. So long as he doesn't go hurdling screaming and laughing into the atmosphere at ten times terminal velocity.

So what now, oh ticklish Star Fox? Can your teammates help you out of this one then?

Description
Some few hundred thousand miles over Venom, the Starfox crew was in a dogfight with the mercenary team Starwolf. This was the second time in a standard cycle, and it was a wonder the Wolfen ships were still in fighting condition. But lo and behold, there they were. Lo and behold further, they were getting clocked by the ace pilots and Slippy, and were in a bad position. Just when it seemed like the standard game outcome was about to happen, captain Wolf sprung his new secret weapon. A nano-tech swarm of teeny-weeny robots carried by ballistic syringes. Invented by Andross, they were designed to enter through the smallest crevices available to them and dissolve metal at a molecular level. Literally tear metal apart atom by atom. For whatever reason though, it struggled with cloth and rubber, and anything sufficiently flexible really. But that didn't help the Star Fox crew when their metal footwear was atomized right off their feet. The nanotech couldn't do much about their flesh however, try as they might. Wriggle, scrape, pull, the looser atomic structure would not allow for it. It was like trying to rip a rubber hose versus tearing, say, a wire. The poor little nano-arms couldn't reach far enough to rip off molecules. But to be poked and prodded and scratched at on such a small scale, that had a side effect of being particularly... Ticklish~ Some merely exfoliated the flesh, but most wriggled right into the nerves and pinched and gnawed at them almost directly. And it was a particularly jarring tickle. Fox had been tickled before. A feather to make him titter, a brush to make him gekker and yowl, even the playful nails of a tipsy vixen to reduce all dignity to naught. None was quite like this, a scritchy-itchy electrical sensation that might as well have been slipperly bristles upon raw nerves. An absolutely piercing tickle that froze his whole body up like a tazer rush. And whatever resistance he could muster, the nano-bots' magnetizing structure was able to mitigate with the various smart forms they could take. Most notably, tentacle-like appendages tethered directly to the floor of the Arwing's cockpit. There was nowhere to run anyway, not in a cramped little spacecraft. No way to fly away, it might as well have been a swarm of bees enclosed in there with him. At best, he could tough it out and finish the battle, so long as the shielding field holds up long enough to keep the air in. So long as he doesn't lose what's left of his cool and go crashing into the space station a few hundred feet away. So long as he doesn't go hurdling screaming and laughing into the atmosphere at ten times terminal velocity.

So what now, oh ticklish Star Fox? Can your teammates help you out of this one then?