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He was always so awkward! It was adorable at first. He would stutter and stammer, stumbling over every statement and observation. She would be remiss if she said she didn't love that part of him. But Krystal had needs. She needed to be taken out. She needed to be pampered. She needed someone to hold her hand, give her a shoulder to cry on. She needed so many things that Fox was never willing to give.

She could get close. She did on many occasions. She would get him alone and he would start to open up to her. Then someone would put voice to that, be it someone who caught them being together, or she herself. He would rush back to his awkward, adorable self. She would giggle and smile at him with her sultry half lidded gaze.

More than once he would turn her back to her and she would give a tiny little sigh she thought no one noticed. But someone did notice. Falco watched from the sidelines as the team leader, the hero and celebrity tripped all over himself every time Krystal practically threw herself at him.

It was infuriating. The entire team was oblivious to it, thinking the pair a tried and true couple, but Falco saw every sigh. He saw her heart break just a little more every time Fox denied her those needs she was so clearly asking for. He saw the crushing blow she took when she scooted close against Fox in the mess hall and tried to curl their tails together, and all she got in return was an awkward sound--Falco wouldn't even call it speech--from Fox as he scooted away, putting a bit of distance between them.

And here he was now, standing outside her door. He turned and stared down either direction of the hall and took a deep breath. Was this even appropriate? He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the team if she said no and more than that, he didn't want to embarrass her just by asking. After all, the team saw her and Fox as joined at the hip.

He took a deep breath and reached up to hit the doorbell before he could talk himself out of it. He stood waiting, rocking from the heel of his boots to his toes and back. Maybe she was busy and she hadn't heard him? Was it too pushy to ring it a second time? Before he realized it, he'd pushed the bell again. Still no answer. He hummed to himself thoughtfully and shook his feathered head. Maybe she was in her Arwing running a simulation to get her mind off things.

After waiting for several more moments, almost hoping she would come around the corner and see him waiting outside her door, Falco turned and made his way out of the crew section. Maybe it was just the universe's way of telling him that this was a bad idea. Grunting in displeasure, he strode down to the hanger. He would give the universe one last shot to warn him away. Krystal deserved as much didn't she?

He recited the words he'd thought up with every step toward the hanger. 'Hey Krystal. I have been noticing how poorly Fox has been treating you,' he'd say. 'You don't deserve to be treated like that. You deserve someone who will make you smile. Who'll treat you to dinner once in a while. Romantic sunsets on exotic planets. You shouldn't have to deal with a man whose biggest worry in life is how to make things awkward between you'. She would agree with him, saying he was right and she deserved better. He would smile at her and take her hand. 'Well, why don't we go AWOL, just the two of us? Find us an exotic sunset and share a quiet dinner?'

It was for naught, though. The doors of the large, open Arwing hanger drew wide and he peered around, trying desperately to spot even a single beautiful blue hair. But she wasn't there. Her Arwing was empty. The simulator mainframe was quiet. She was nowhere to be found.

Falco breathed a heavy sigh and scratched at the back of his head. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," he snapped, his voice echoing throughout the hanger for the Universe to hear. He dropped his arms heavily to his side and shook his head. That was it then. He was doomed to stay alone forever. Katt had formed her own team and had dealings with Star Wolf, Fox's first 'girlfriend' Fara had disappeared off the face of the Lylat System. And now he was convinced he was going to have to watch Fox destroy another relationship and he would see Krystal's kind heart wither and die.

"Fine!" he said, turning and kicking a crate of smart bombs. They rattled around and part of Falco hoped they would detonate, even though he knew how impossible that would be. He knew they wouldn't arm until they cleared the tube in an Arwing's launcher. He knew they had a three second fuse unless locked onto a target or prematurely detonated. He knew the yield each warhead carried and he knew the blast radius of each and every bomb in the box. What he didn't know was why the universe hated him so much.

He stared toward his own Arwing nestled in its cradle. He pondered running a sim or even starting her up and catapulting into space for a few maneuvers. But that didn't hold the appeal it usually did. Why not? This wasn't like he lost anything. He and Krystal were never a thing. The failed attempts at finding her to ask her out were a loss of nothing he didn't already have. He breathed a heavy sigh and stared toward the locker room door. A nice rinse before bed, then.

He stepped through the door, his feathered fingers already working at the red flight suit covering his body. The well lit locker room was devoid of life but the doorway leading into the showers was billowing steam. Falco heard the running water beyond and quirked a brow. The heaviest rainfall setting. There was really only one person on board that liked that much water at once. He rolled his eyes and keyed open his locker.

He hung his flight suit inside and set his boots beneath it. Stripping out of his underwear was one of the most freeing things he'd felt that evening. No, it was the most freeing. He took a breath, giving his toned reflection in the locker door's mirror a once-over. Healthy. Muscular. Hot as fuck, he would describe himself. Why couldn't he keep a girlfriend or at least pick up one of the hotties Fox was so keen on throwing aside?

He tromped toward the showers, his bare talons clicking loudly on the textured deck. As he passed through the doorway and a stifling wet heat enveloped him, he spread his arms to either side and gave a heavy sigh. "Oh man, you will not believe-..."

It wasn't Slippy's silhouette that greeted him. Faintly visible through the blanket of sweltering fog, Falco could see a tall, lithe silhouette that could only belong to one person. She stood near the farthest wall staring downward. Her ears were drooped against her head and the way her fur clung to her every curve suggested she'd been there for a long time.

Falco wanted to turn and scamper back into the locker room! They had all been a part of a team for years now, but they afforded Krystal--and whatever female pilots they hosted for various assignments--her privacy. They always let her shower first after they landed their Arwings. Then the rest of them hit the showers. It had been like that for as long as Falco could remember. First with Slippy due to his unusual biology and now with Krystal.

But she looked so... so... He couldn't even find the words to describe the feeling. He only knew seeing her entire body drooped and her tail hanging limply into the water pooling at her feet caused him a physical pain deep in his heart.

She turned slowly, her blue eyes staring over her shoulder at him. She didn't try to hide the curve of her breast she had to know was clearly visible from where Falco stood in the doorway. She didn't shriek and hide her anatomy, didn't shy away, didn't curl her tail around herself to preserve her modesty, none of it. She simply turn to see what he had to say as if they were in the ship's mess.

"I'm so sorry, Krystal!" he exclaimed, waving his feathered hands. "I didn't know you were in here, I was just-..."

"Falco, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked in a meek whisper barely louder than the droplets raining down.

"What? Yeah, I guess. I mean no!" he stammered, rubbing at the back of his crested head. "I think you're a handsome woman, and a great pilot and for a fox you-..." She turned toward him, showing him the white fur matted against the swell of her breast and stuck against the tone of her fit abs. His eyes widened and his beak fell open. "Yeah..." he said. "You are very pretty Krystal..."

What was he doing!? This was Fox's girlfriend! Well, sort of. Not really. It was clear as day they he was far too awkward for anything to actually be there. But what about everything he'd rehearsed? For starters of course, he hadn't expected to talk to her when she was naked, much less so wet that her fur stuck flat against her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination, not even the slit between her legs he knew was usually pretty 'hidden' on mammals, what with the fur... And now she was walking toward him!

"Look, I-..."

"Is it my personality? Am I annoying? Do I come on too strong?" she asked, stopping just in front of him. Her ears and her eyes fell again and she dropped her head for a moment. "Is my telepathy too intimidating?"

He shook his head slowly, scratching at the back of his skull again. "Uh, no. No, you're not annoying and I don't think you come on too strong. And your telepathy is a little weird, but once you get used to it-..." A set of gentle fingers cupping his balls stopped him in his tracks. His eyes widened and his beak fell open a second time as another set of fingers curled around an erection he hadn't realized had sprouted. He squawked in surprise and his voice broke as Krystal lifted her eyes to his own.'

"Then why haven't we...? I've tried so hard and we never..." She sighed heavily and turned her eyes downward, presumably to his throbbing length. "I need..." Her hands stilled and she stared up at him. "Falco, I need you."

"Now Krystal," he said, lifting his hands to try to wave her off. "I don't think-..."

To say he was getting annoyed with being interrupted would be true if it weren't for the gentle squeeze around his dick and the finger pressing softly to his beak. "Please, Falco," she said, releasing him a second later. She walked away from him, returning to the far wall of the shower. She pressed her front against the wall and thrust her hips out toward him.

Any resistance to the situation Falco had melted away when she pulled her tail to the side and presented her soaked slit to him. Groaning gently, the bird stepped up behind the blue vixen and pressed himself into her. At first he was surprised at her lack of a hymen, given Fox's behavior toward her, but then he remembered the time on Sauria she refused to talk about. It wasn't hard to put two and two together after that.

He pushed into her tight body, reveling in the way she gasped and arched her back as she pushed back against him. Her body stretched wide to accommodate him but quickly enough she swallowed every inch. Pressed against her back, Falco groaned deeply and reached around beneath her arms to gently cup her breast against his palms.

He felt her weight press down against his hands and gently squeezed, massaging her boobs for a moment before he tweaked her hard nipples. He was rewarded with a quick gasp and a tight squeeze around his cock. Smiling, he leaned forward and nuzzled his beak against her neck. His hips grinded against her own and he closed his eyes. Sweet victory, he thought. The woman he had been pining over for years was pushing her ass against him, trying desperately to suck more of his cock into her belly with each breath.

"No, not now," she moaned. "Not gentle. Fuck me! Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked!" She bumped back against him with another heady moan. "Please, I need this!"

Even as surprised as he was at her vulgar language, Falco didn't need any more prompting. He dropped his hands down to her hips and straightened up. "Alright, you asked for it," he said and drew his hips back. Without another moment's hesitation, he slammed his hips against her rump, driving his thick cock deep into her again. The squealing gasp she gave him in return only fueled his lust.

He pulled her back to meet his every hard thrust. He fucked his cock into her without mercy or concern. She met his every motion in kind, urging him on yet further. His eyes rolled into his skull and he shook his head. Not now, not already! He imagined maneuvers in his head, make-believe combat against a figment of his imagination. Anything to hold it back! Fuck, it had been to long and now he was gonna blow it with Krystal by, well, blowing it in Krystal!

"YES!" she yelled without care for being overheard. "FUCK ME, FALCO! HARDER! PLEASE, HARDER!"

The hell was wrong with this fox? He was pounding her as hard as he could! He groaned loudly and squeezed her hips tight, holding on for dear life as he ravaged her pussy. He felt his balls tighten against his groin and knew his end was rapidly approaching. The pressure was building with every stroke into her tight tunnel and every slap of his heavy balls against her clit and thighs.

"Cant hold it!" he said through his gritting beak. "Fuck, cant hold it, Krystal!"

"YES!" she yelled again, squealing through the lust and pleasure swirling as thick as the steam around them. "DO IT IN ME!"

At least she was keen on his end instead of put off it was so soon! Falco grunted and pulled her hips against himself, unable to keep it at bay any longer. He held her tight as he buried his dick deep in her pulsing pussy. The flood gates opened and a torrent of hot cum rushed into her belly. Months of unspent seed churned in his balls, finally released after too long a dry spell.

"FUUUUCK!" he squawked, bucking against her hips as his orgasm continued for several minutes at least! He wasn't sure if it was the worst case of blue balls he'd ever had or the fact that he was buried balls deep in a woman he'd had the hots for from the moment they met above Sauria all those years ago, his penultimate fantasy. Whatever the case, it was the most intense pleasure he had ever felt in his life.

She must have shared his sentiment. When the blood started to flow back to his brain again, they were both a quivering mass on the floor of the shower huddled up against the wall. He was still buried inside of her, his cock slick with their cum and the hot rain overhead.

"Fuck," he whispered, nibbling at one of her perked ears. "That was... amazing, Krystal. We need to do that more often!" he chided.

She gave a breathless laugh and nodded, turning to smile up at him. Her eyes still brimmed with pain. Her face was soaked with the water raining down on them but even so, Falco could tell she was crying. He reached up, brushing away her tears in what was more a gesture than a legitimate action.

"Hey, don't cry. Starfox pilots never cry," he said, offering a warm smile. "When we get shot down, we don't mope about it. We get back in the cockpit and we fly harder."

She smiled back and the light he usually saw in her started to return to her eyes. "You're right," she said, reaching down to her belly. She wasn't touching him, but Falco could feel the pressure of her fingertips against his dick as she prodded what he could only assume was her stretched flesh. He wasn't particularly enormous, but then Krystal was fit and slim enough that it might still be obvious where he was inside of her. Then again, she did have a pretty good idea on her own, regardless of her body type, didn't she?

"Maybe we go back to my quarters," she whispered. "Maybe we get you back in the cockpit and we fly a little gentler?" she asked, smiling again. "I'm not going to be able to walk right for a week after that pounding!"

He gave a hearty laugh and nodded. "Well, you did ask for it, you know."

She smiled and nodded, guiding his hands to her breast. "I know."

* * * * *

She arched her back, pushing her breast against his chest as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her eyes stared wide up at the ceiling as she clutched at the warm body thrusting into her. She dug her claws into his back, no doubt leaving little scratches there as she clung to him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she crossed her ankles above his tail, pulling him tightly against herself and deep into herself as she felt the first wave of heat rush into her.

"FUCK!" she gasped, moaning deeply. She could feel every hot spurt splash into her womb. She was sure she would have been able to count every drop if it were but drops. Buckets of his hot cum rushed into every crevice deep inside. Trapped with nowhere to go, she felt her belly fill to the brink. She had never felt so full in her life! Well, there was that one time with Star Wolf, but that was different! It was, she argued with herself. Really!

He groaned above her, cumming and cumming for what must have been hours! Another glance at the alarm clock beside the bed told her it had barely been a minute when he finally collapsed against her panting and spent.

She grinned, panting in her own blissful exhaustion. She gently ran her hands up and down his spine, from his neck to his tail as they basked in afterglow. Or at least she did. She rolled her eyes with an amused smile when she heard him snore a few minutes later.

As carefully as she could, she gently rolled him off of her, gasping audible when he literally popped out of her. The immense pressure being relieved and sliding out of her so suddenly made her moan and instantly hot for more, but he was asleep. She smirked and reached down to tap his nose. "Don't go anywhere," she whispered. "I'll be right back. I have something to show you..."

Careful not to wake him, she slipped out of bed and drew a robe about her mussed and matted fur. She cast one last glance back at the man asleep in a messy bed and smirked. She was glad for this. As she slipped out into the hall, she paused in the doorway one more time to watch the sleeping male then turned to head toward the dorsal hanger.

She gave a start as she realized that not only was the corridor not empty, but she had very nearly ran smack into the other occupant! Her fur stood on end and she instinctually bared her claws. "SLIPPY!" she said, lifting a hand to her left breast as though to physically slow her heart.

"Sorry, just heading to bed," the toad said with a small smile. His eyes looked her up and down in a way she wasn't sure if she should be flattered or insulted. She elected to feel the former rather than the latter. "Miyu, how upset do you think Krystal would be if she knew you were sleeping with Fox?"

The lynx smirked and rolled her eyes. "Fox and I have been fucking for months," she said with a wink. Unconsciously, she lifted a hand to her midsection and tilted her head to the side. "Hell, she said Fox and I make a perfect pair at dinner a few weeks back. She's fine."