Space. So deep and tranquil with only the echoes of stars millions and millions of miles away to keep you company. A man could go mad amidst such quiet emptiness, but for Fox McCloud, it was home. He lived and breathed the cold vacuum all his life, flying with his father as a young pup and even now with his own team. Fox often wondered if he could give it up, to hang up the uniform and retire his Arwing to live out the rest of his days in atmosphere. Yet every time he would launch from the Great Fox and feel the freedom he only felt out here in space, such madness was purged from his mind. To give this up was to give up his life, so really, what was the difference rotting in the ground or floating forever through the void?
"How's the Arwing treating you, Krystal?"
Fox snapped out of his tranquility. His attention refocused on his first mate running Krystal through an intense course of aerial maneuvers. Much to everyone's surprise, Krystal was a natural pilot and could keep up with both Fox and Katt. But flying in formation and through obstacles was one thing. Star Fox wasn't a team of showboating flyboys spewing colored smoke with their whizz jets to the strains of "Rock You Like a Hurricane". They were an elite mercenary team so ruthless and cutthroat, their opponents would scramble over their own mothers to get away. If Krystal hoped to stand shoulder to shoulder with them, she would have to prove her worth on the battlefield.
"It's magnificent!" Krystal sang, rolling her Arwing to express her delight. "I've never flown something so remarkable before. It's so responsive and powerful!"
"What about Foxy-boy? He's a good ride, I hear," Katt laughed, leading Krystal through a small impromptu obstacle course made of asteroids and space debris.
"Indeed. But an Arwing won't leave me aching the next morning," murred the vixen, bringing red to Fox's face.
"Just as good a time as any," Fox said to himself and powered his Arwing on.
As soon as he had the ability, Fox darted towards Krystal with lasers blazing. It was an underhand maneuver, but never had Star Fox fought an honorable opponent. From stealth fighters, to hidden traps, to ambushes, and to odds ten to one, Star Fox had overcome everything the dredges of Lylat had to offer.
Fox's torrent of laser fire neared the vixen's Arwing, but no sooner did they look to score a direct hit than did they reflect off harmlessly. Pulling out of her barrel roll, Krystal broke formation took evasive maneuvers. The tod grinned to himself and sped after her, lighting up the darkness with wave after wave of laser fire. Krystal was able to avoid his onslaught with relative ease, though Fox was hardly giving it his all. A mere warm up for the gruesome surprise ahead of her.
"Come on, Foxy! This can't be the first time you've given it to her from behind!" Katt laughed and joined in the fray.
Now with two Arwings on her six, the pressure was on to stay alive. The asteroid field erupted into a shower of light molten bits. Her heart was racing but a smile was stuck to her face. She was supposed to be treating this as a real life or death situation, but they were making it too easy on her. Every move they made against her was advertised in neon lights for the vixen's telepathy. Fox went low to get a few shots off from below while Katt went high to cut off her escape, but Krystal deflected the lasers away harmlessly and rocketed forward while Katt gave a half-hearted attempt to stop her.
"I guess she takes you from behind after all," Katt said, checking her nails as Krystal sped off.
Fox growled to himself and gave pursuit. This warmup was starting to get hot. He caught up to Krystal faster than she expected and locked onto her. She banked hard left to break the lock but Fox had mastered this dance and anticipated her every move. Releasing the charge off and detonating it early rocked Krystal's Arwing and rattled the vixen. She scrambled to regain composure, but by then Fox was already on her tail again and scored a direct hit.
"Yeah, get it Foxy. It's so hot when you pound her shields like that!"
"Katt! Will you knock it off!?" Fox snapped, losing track of the vixen who was busy spinning the table and her Awring around.
Scores of laser beams screamed towards the tod. He reacted reflexively. He dove his Arwing down towards the largest asteroid in the entire belt, lasers whipping past him the entire time. His ears flared at the sound of Krystal trying to get a lock on him. Not wanting to let someone show him up, least of all in front of Katt, Fox threw his Arwing into max speed. Collision with the asteroid was now almost certain. Fox smirked to himself when Krystal broke off and started hailing him on the coms, no doubt telling him to divert course. But Krystal was young and inexperienced. She had no idea the things he or the Arwing were capable of.
The ugly face of the asteroid was so close by the time Fox did anything to save himself, he could have reached out and touched it. Yet just before he would have ended up an orange smear in space, the Arwing turned ninety degrees on a dime and buzzed across the asteroid's face like a triumphant fly.
Fox smirked to himself seeing Krystal's hail and he opened it up with a confident smirk he could only have in his element. "Yes, pretty lady?"
Krystal's face looked like it had aged almost thirty years from worry alone. "Don't EVER do that again!"
"Aw. I love you, too, Krystal."
The rest of the exercise was not nearly so eventful, but no less stressful. While Katt and Fox tested Krystal's metal, another figure watched in utter silence. Like Fox before, he was lying in wait without giving his position away. Watching always despite the lingering hangover and his body barely holding together after nearly being shattered by his girlfriend. So far, he was about as impressed with her performance as he was with Katt when she managed to fit her whole fist in her mouth. Nothing she did was extraordinary, and her form absolutely decried her inexperience. Having dusted more bogeys than even Fox in an Arwing, he'd be sure to make short work of the little amateur.
Falco powered on his Arwing and removed his rebreather once the life support kicked back on. His ambush was flawless. In the time it would take her systems to realize he was there, he'd have already raked her Arwing with a lethal dose of laser. He descended on her like a falcon on a field mouse, claws outstretched and hungry. Just before his talons could sink in, something he wasn't expecting happened; she dodged. At first Falco thought he'd accidently blown her into smithereens, yet his radar showed she still existed.
"Um, Falco? You're supposed to hit her."
"I… I know that, Katt," he said, trying very hard to keep his cool towards her when normally he'd have popped off something about her ass being fat. "She just got lucky is all."
"You're not gonna get your job back by letting her pass, Falco," the tod smarmed.
"Sit on it, Red," said Falco, blasting off towards Fox's little girlfriend to restore some face.
Where Krystal was once having fun, suddenly she was in a desperate flight for her life. Her mental link was entirely fixated on the newcomer but she could barely read his next movements before he did it. It was like the pilot and fighter were one being. Whoever it was, he was good. Too good. More than once her shields took a direct hit as she tried to shake him off. Were this not a practice with non-lethal lasers, Krystal knew she wouldn't be much longer for this world.
She tried all the tricks she knew but none of them were clever enough to shake him. Whoever it was, he was even better than Fox, though Krystal wondered if that was true as Fox had taken it relatively easy on her. There was no time to worry about that as she took another direct hit, dropping her shields down to thirty percent. One more good hit like that and her shields would fail. Krystal had one last trick up her sleeve, but it was risky and might end up melting her opponent's brain. Yet the thought of missing out on her opportunity to fly with Fox McCloud pushed aside her worry and she went for it.
A lock on her Arwing spelled certain doom. It was now or never. Through the link she'd set up in the strange man's head, a barrage of sensory overloads was siphoned into his rather vacuous mind. She could see the look on his face now, all blank and blissfully unaware of the drool trailing down his face. Krystal whipped the Arwing around and rocketed towards her opponent. She unleashed the awesome wrath of the Arwing at range. Her trick could only last so long without deep concentration and she had to capitalize on it before her opponent could reorient himself.
Yet no sooner did the first laser bolt strike the shields of her opponent's Awring did it roll and deflect the rest. Krystal didn't let up. She threw every watt of energy into eliminating her foe… but it was not meant to be. While her trick had bought her some time, her own skills were utterly eclipsed by the master's. The other Arwing lurched like the engines were lassoed by an unseen force, flipped one hundred and eighty degrees on its vertical axis, and was passed by the slack jawed vixen.
In one short burst, it was over. Her shields dissolved like a snowball thrown into a bonfire and her ship's shields and armaments locked up. Krystal sat in her fighter, utterly bewildered. Never in all her years of flying had she seen anything like that. Even if she tried a thousand times more, she'd never even scrape the man's shields.
"Holy hell, Krystal! I think that has to be a new record!" the pink feline exclaimed, further compounding Krystal's shame and humiliation.
Inch by inch, the vixen's heart was torn in twain. She was a Cerinian priestess, born for holy battle and upholding the light of Cerinia's mighty pantheon. To be swept aside like a child trying to wield their father's greatsword was a great dishonor. Worse still, her failure was the death knell for her chances of joining Star Fox. Yes, she would still have Fox to love and share her life with, but only between deployments and missions. She would await his return like a frail maiden while he protected and served all known space.
An Arwing pulled up close to the defeated vixen's. "That was some good flying, Krystal."
Krystal perked up and looked out to the other Arwing. Even through the opaque canopies, she could see his smiling, handsome face. It kept her spirits from sinking any lower but they couldn't find lift either.
"Thank you, Fox. I'm sorry I couldn't beat him."
The man laughed, nearly shattering the poor girl's heart. "If you had beaten him, I would have made you captain and retired. There are maybe a dozen people in the whole Lylat that can beat him when he's in an Arwing. I'm actually impressed you managed to hold your own for so long!"
"And how long was that?"
"Two minutes."
Krystal wanted nothing more than to fly off into the nearest sun to burn away all the slimy shame. Two minutes wasn't something to be proud of. Everyone should be shunning her for such a pathetic display. How could she call herself a pilot after that? A child could have done a better job than her.
A quiet chirp brought Krystal's attention to her com screen. Her heart did its best to lift seeing it was Fox trying to establish a private call, but it was as grounded as her dreams of fighting by his side. Wiping her eyes of the traces of tears now forming, Krystal accepted the call.
"Hey," he said with a voice that could soothe a feral horse, "you alright, Krystal?"
Putting on a brave face, Krystal nodded. "I'm alright. I'm… I'm sorry I wasted your time with this silly game. I should have known better than-"
"Krystal!" Fox said with a soft chuckle. "You did just fine! In fact, I think you did much better than just fine. You lasted far longer than Katt or I expected against Falco. He's probably the best pilot in the entire Lylat system. I hate to admit it, but even I can hardly hold my own against him."
"What… what are you saying?" Krystal asked, hardly believing her ears.
"What I'm saying is," he said and banked over towards her so she could see him through his cockpit. "Welcome to Star Fox."
~X~X~X~X~X~X~
The sound of Fox's breathing was the first thing the vixen became aware of when she awoke. Just the rhythm of it brought a smile to her face, even if she wanted nothing more than to vomit until the banging in her head dispersed. The minute everyone was back in the Great Fox, the fennec Fara Phoenix was waiting with bubbling alcohol in hand. Fox and Krystal tried to refrain but one mandatory drink turned into two, then three, then before Krystal knew it, she was dancing her heart and soul out in the Great Fox's rec room.
Before she lost all senses, Krystal could vaguely remember falling into Fox's arms and nuzzling the thick fur around his neck. Something about the vulpine made him utterly irresistible and put her in a state of nirvana. Not since the loss of her home world had she been able to feel this complete. Be it with him, behind him, at his side, or even under him, nothing could go wrong as long as he was there.
Smiling despite the nauseating hangover, Krystal murred quietly to herself and buried deeper into the perky breasts of her darling-
"Easy with the goods, Krystal. You can't afford to replace them if you break them."
Krystal's cerulean eyes opened with a snap, exposing the ultra-sensitive retinas to the burning light. Fumbling awkwardly, Krystal fell off of Fara, her stomach sloshing with half consumed alcohol and snacks. Fara only giggled at her for a moment and rolled over before going back to sleep.
The Cerinian looked all around the room for the vulpine but found no trace of brilliant orange. Katt had once again found the highest surface in the room and crashed there, and two new people she didn't recognize were there as well. One was another feline with brown fur and black speckles all over her body and the other was a pure white canine. Both were passed out on the floor and made no signs of waking when Krystal got up and walked out of the room. Though she couldn't recall names for either of them, something told her she had come to like them both during her drunken stint.
As she walked down the corridors, she could have sworn the Great Fox was being tossed and turned by a malicious force. Krystal reached the elevator and went directly to the Captain's quarters, hoping to find Fox there and waiting for him. Remarkably, when she arrived, the bed was still neatly made. Normally this would have been a cause of concern for her, but in her current state, she only cared about having the big comfy bed all to herself. It smelled just like Fox anyway, which was close enough to the real thing.
Removing herself of the bothersome Cornerian clothes, Krystal slipped into bed and deep beneath the covers. Waves of Fox's scent washed over her as she slipped back under-
CRASH
"BROS! BROS! BROS! BROS!"
The sound of men screaming at the top of her lungs awoke the vixen just seconds into her sleep. She almost screamed but was so terrified of being caught naked by these rogues, she held her muzzle shut.
"Where's the booze? We need to find it!" someone said, his words a sloshed mess.
"It's in the bottom drawer. Hurry the fuck up and grab both bottles," someone else said who sounded suspiciously like Fox, only completely hammered.
"I should have you arrested for even having this, but DAMN is this human shit good!" another voice said.
"Ah, shut up you square!" a fourth voice said, causing everyone to scream "OH" as loud as possible.
"Slippy called Bill a square!"
"I GOT THEM!"
"YEAH!" three voices screamed so loudly together that they shook the entire room.
"Come on! Let's drink in the hanger. The girls are all passed out and I'd rather not share this with those lightweights."
"YEAH! BROS BEFORE HOES!"
"BROS! BROS! BROS! BROS!"
The four men left the room, their chanting audible until the elevator was two floors down. Krystal peeked her head out from under the covers and found she was indeed alone. The room was completely disheveled in the two minutes they were in here. It was as if their mere pressence caused things to fall over, be strewn about, and dirtied by dozens of grubby hands. She sighed to herself and made a mental note to give each of them a telepathic headache later. Yet for now, she had to sleep….
When next the vixen awoke, her body and mind had cleared itself of the alcohol's debilitating effects. She rose out of bed and stretched. Her joints all popped and her bones creaked but she felt more alive and refreshed than she had in ages. Looking over at the clock, she saw it was one in the afternoon. A little late to wake up, but considering she was up for so long last night, it was more than understandable.
After a quick shower, Krystal decided to borrow some of Fox's clothes rather than slip back into her old wear. It didn't fit well on her but it wasn't too baggy either. Best of all, now she smelled him wherever she went by sticking her nose down her shirt and inhaling deeply. Chills rocked her body but she grew warmer with every sniff. The tips of her ears flicked and her toes curled. Tail wagging furiously, Krystal could feel a yearning grow within her. It was strange to her, as normally such lusts did not strike her so easily. But right now, she wished to laid back down with her charming stud descending on her.
Yet before she could dwell on her growing desire, a need struck her suddenly. Her belly let out a vicious groan and she hunched over until it subsided. Perhaps if Fox was cognitive enough, he'd make her a late lunch. If not, she could always scrounge up a snack somewhere and stem the pains until dinner.
Reaching the kitchen didn't take long and she found it deserted. Sighing contentedly to herself, Krystal moved to the pantry and pulled out a box of crackers. Looking through the fridge she found some meat and cheese and with some quick knifework, made some delightful cracker sandwiches. After downing a dozen, the vixen was patting her belly when suddenly the door burst open.
"BROS! BROS! BROS! BROS!"
The vixen fell out of her chair and onto the hard, cold floor. A veritable conga line hustled into the kitchen. Bodies ran everywhere, grabbing everything that was edible. Never once did they stop screaming, even when Krystal called for order and threw a saltshaker at one of them.
"I've got salt!"
"MARGARITA TIME!"
"BROS! BROS! BROS! BROS!"
The disorderly left in another conga line, leaving only echoes reverberating in Krystal skull and a foul stench of alcohol in her nostrils. Sighing once more to herself, the vixen wondered what she might do to fill her time as everyone had either resumed or hadn't stopped drinking. Even Fara was amidst the throng of revelry, perhaps the most drunk of all. The young warrior wondered if she should join in, but remembered the skull splitting hangover from before.
Instead, the vixen made her way around the ship, familiarizing herself to its many corridors and rooms. Every step brought her a new feeling of familiarity. This was now her home. She visited the armory and much to her surprise, found a fully functional shooting range. It had been many days since she'd last used her staff, she would have to return and make sure her skills didn't rust over. And though she had never once fired a Lylatian weapon, she looked forward to the many lessons she and Fox could have together until she was up to snuff.
The hangers were exceptionally polished and well maintained. Everywhere she looked, Krystal could see a deep love and care for the bay. Even more so were the Arwings. Never in her life had she seen such works of art given true form. They were powerful, sleek, deadly, and beautiful all at the same time. Having felt their raw strength and refined grace firsthand, Krystal doubted she could ever fly another craft without vainly comparing it to the Arwing.
Her hand explored the sleek surface of the craft when her ear suddenly twitched. Turning on her heel, Krystal looked around expecting to see someone watching her. But her eyes and telepathy revealed no hidden watchers. Still, she couldn't help but feel like something was-
The hanger doors opened suddenly and Krystal's heart fluttered for a moment. There, standing in all of his drunken glory, was Fox. It had been many an hour since she had last felt his presence and though she could smell the alcohol on him from so far away, she was happy just to see him again.
She opened her muzzle to greet him but Fox turned down the hallway and shouted, "I FOUND HER!"
A veritable stampede made the floor beneath her tremble. Krystal stared at Fox in horror.
"Fox? What have you done?"
In an instant, a throng of assailants was upon her. She tried to fight them off but was overwhelmed before she could hit anyone other than Fox. Nevertheless, she struggled against the many hands now carrying her out of the hanger and to a destination unknown. The poor vixen hadn't the faintest idea what was about to happen. In her panic many horrid things came to mind but none were as terrible as what truly awaited her.
The masses brought her to the rec room and held her down on the coffee table in front of the couch. She cursed them all, promising furious retribution the moment she was released. Only when a weight saddled onto her belly did she stop.
"Fara!" gasped the vixen, catching the evil glint in her eyes.
"Open wide."
The fennec brandished two fresh bottles of alcohol. Krystal's eye grew wider than dinner plates and thrashed harder than ever.
"No! NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! NOT AGAIN!" she cried out, only making the fennec swoon.
"I love when they struggle," Fara slurred out before sticking the bottles in Krystal's muzzle.
Most of the alcohol never made it down her throat but more than enough to get the vixen tipsy did. Her supposed friends released her and she tried to sit up but Fara pressed her back down. Music started up, nearly deafening the poor Cerinian while her head tried to swim through all the booze. It was most unlike anything she ever heard and Fara seemed to love it. She rocked her hips and ground into Krystal most perversely. Krystal moved to push her off but Fara seized her hand and brought a finger into her mouth. The vixens blushed at one another as Fara suckled the digit in her mouth while holding Krystal's cerulean gaze.
No one else seemed to notice or care. Krystal watched in abject horror as her now wettened hand was moved down to the other woman's smaller, perkier breast.
"Fara, what-"
"Tonight."
Fara's lime green eyes flashed up and spied the one person taking notice of the vixens. His face was completely blank but she could tell just by how tight his flight suit was around the waist had become that he was enjoying it. She curled a finger at the man and he obeyed without hesitation.
"Hey, girls. What's going on over-"
Krystal gasped when Fara grabbed the man by his hair and pulled him into her lips. Fox seemed just as surprised and tried to break away but the fennec's grip tightened. When she was through with him, she brought him down to Krystal.
"Kiss her, Tiger. Show her how much she means to you," growled Fara, still rocking on Krystal's belly in tandem with the music.
Maybe it was the alcohol that clouded her mind, but watching Fox kiss another woman didn't have the same effect Krystal expected it to. Normally she would have sat right up and clocked the wretched slut for daring to impose on her territory, but watching Fara take complete control like that was exciting to watch. No matter what it was, if something caught Fara's fancy, she would make it hers no matter how difficult acquiring it was. In a way Krystal respected her for it and wished she had the same raw confidence and drive to be like the desert fox.
Though if she tried it again without permission she'd wake up tomorrow not needing eyeshadow on one side.
"Sorry," Fox apologized, his face a mere inch from her own. "I should probably stop drinking and go to bed-"
Krystal closed the gap between them. His mouth tasted like the last eight shots he had but she explored every inch of it with her tongue all the same. She loved this man more than even she knew. Every time she looked into her heart and the vast well of love for him it had become, she found no bottom.
Fara's weight disappeared from Krystal's tummy. "Come on, lovebirds! Everyone else is partying. Come join the fun!"
Prying them apart, Fara dragged the two foxes away from each other and handed them both a drink. Despite her earlier protests, Krystal found herself drinking deeply from whatever cup or bottle that was handed to her.
All throughout the night she hardly left Fox's side who would often give her a drunken smooch. It was a small party but it was a party among friends and thus was never dull. Fox introduced her to his old roommate in the Cornerian flight academy, Bill Gray. He was charming enough though a little spaced out, but perhaps that was just the alcohol talking? Another one of Fox's compatriots was a green frog named Slippy Toad. He was wild and outgoing but the perfect gentleman when Fox introduced them.
Then there was the other two-
"Miyu! MIYU, NO!"
"MIYU, YES!" screamed the lynx before jumping off the back of the couch and onto the collapsible table where Falco and Bill were playing beer pong.
Cups and plastic balls went everywhere and through it all, the rowdy feline was laughing uncontrollably. Krystal applauded with most everyone else while the feline's friend, a white spaniel, tried to hoist her up to her feet. Falco was throwing every curse and slang he knew at the feline for ruining their game while Bill was just happy he wasn't about to get skunked for the third time in a row.
Aside from one more outburst from the rowdy lynx, the night didn't have any more conflict. The table was repaired and many games were had with Krystal managing to somehow sink every shot she made. Eventually she was able to retire as reigning champion despite Falco's many calls for rematches and accusations of her cheating. Luckily, the sharks smelled blood in the water, and Falco was challenged by most everyone in the room.
"Hey."
Krystal's eyes peered over the top of her plastic cup. She almost choked on her own drink trying to smile and reply to the handsome tod. Her tail swished excitedly behind her when he moved in close. It wasn't until now that Krystal realized how soft the music had become. Falco was berating Slippy for putting on such a mushy song but received the bird as compensation.
"May I have this dance?"
Slamming back the remains of her beverage, Krystal set the cup down and fell into his arms. The world was starting to spin but she was anchored soundly to the man. She leaned her head against on his shoulder and let her body sway and move with his. It felt so right being held by the tod, following his motions and letting him lead. His hands stayed in the small of her back, though he did affectionately rub and scratch her tail while they stepped. It sent warm surges through her blood until her face was a hot red and her heart was pounding. Damning the indecency, she grabbed one of Fox's hands and placed it decidedly on her butt. His body stiffened with surprise but he eagerly groped and kneaded the supple flesh.
"That feels nice," slurred the vixen, her eyes fluttering closed.
"You sound tired," said Fox, swapping hands to give the other cheek some tender affection. "Wanna go to bed after this?"
Krystal nodded and let out a long sigh. "I'd like that." She nibbled his neck and licked his muzzle. "And some more of that, too."
"Babe, you're… you're drunk. It wouldn't be right if I ripped those clothes off and revenge… rack-a-doodle… sex you good time," he finally managed to say all slow like.
"So are you! If you don't do it, I will," growled the vixen, her own hands moving down to the tod's rump and molested it viciously.
The song ended but not their dancing. Only when they started swapping spit in front of everyone did someone put a stop to the public display of madness.
"Alright you two! Come on! It's time for bed."
A grip tighter than a vice grabbed Krystal's scruff and pried her from the man's mouth. Like a mother about to punish two rowdy kits, Fara drug the other foxes away. Although she at least allowed them to say goodnight to everyone.
"Fay and Bill are making out! Why can't we?" Fox demanded while Fara escorted them down the hall.
"Because they're playing truth or dare and Bill hates kissing girls. Miyu has to send that human pen pal of hers a naughty picture."
"The one with the big hands?" Fox yelped, his tail wagging furiously at this dramatic revelation.
"Yeah, that one," chuckled the fennec. "I hear they might be organizing another cultural exchange visit and you better bet your ass I'm going to get her on the reception party."
"What's a hoomun?"
"Some freaky aliens that look like apes but don't have fur," Fox shrugged.
Krystal eyeballed the man. "That sounds stupid. Are you messing with me?"
"I wish I were," he laughed. "It's been almost fifty years but we're finally coming around now that the Lylat War is over and their technology is progressing to the point we don't have to do everything."
"Seems we're finding all kinds of strangers among the stars," Fara commented, opening the door to the Captain's quarters. "Though I have never seen a human half as beautiful as this creature."
"Fox!" Krystal yipped when a hand groped her rear.
"That wasn't Fox," snickered the fennec.
Fox and Krystal flopped down on the bed, laughing and giggling as their helpless little brains swam through the sea of alcohol they'd consumed. Krystal rolled around the bed while shedding clothes.
"I love this bed!" she swooned, discarding her borrowed T-shirt and slipping out of her pants. Krystal looked over and saw Fox doing the same but found himself stuck. "I love this dork!"
"He's quite the loveable dork," concurred Fara, watching a grown man struggle to escape a V-neck.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Fox said, his head finding a way out. Only problem was it was an arm hole and served to worsen his situation. "Ah to hell with it."
The fabric shrieked and tore under the man's fearsome claws. Krystal laughed but stopped abruptly when she saw the man's chiseled tum-tum. A vixenly smile spread across her face and she bowed her head down on the man's exposed flesh.
"PPPPHHHHTTT!"
A loud cry escaped Fox followed by the most feminine squeal ever uttered by a male fox. Krystal gasped and placed another raspberry on his washboard abs.
"STOP! STO-HA-HA-OP! I'm gonna peeee!" he begged, legs flailing why he tried desperately to pry her away.
Krystal pulled away and stared at Fox. He gasped and tried to recover but she feigned another attack causing him to flinch and furl his ears.
"Oh, come now," sneered the Cerinian. "You're way rougher to me than I am to you."
"Then pull my hair and spank me if you must. I don't like being tickled- NO!" Fox yelped when she once again feinted an attack.
Giggling erratically, Krystal crawled atop the man and rested upon his broad frame. Closing her eyes, she readied for a long night's rest after the crazy shenanigans of the day. Only that seemed to not be the case when the door beeped, notifying the room it was securely locked.
"Fara? What are you doing?" Fox asked as footsteps trotted over to the bed.
"Hush," said the woman, her clothes hitting the floor. "I'm in charge now."