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The trip to the tournament was long, eventful, and altogether enjoyable despite how strenuous it was. But he was home now. Great Fox had been resupplying on Corneria after an assignment in Sector Y. Thankfully, the team had let Fox sit it out completely and rest. He sure needed it! He had bruises in places he didn't even know he had!

He was roused from his thoughts by the two-tone beep of his quarters' door chime. He looked up from his desk and the holographic image of his arwing's repair schedule with a quirked brow. Who could that be? Everyone was in the city.

He lifted himself from his chair and padded across to the door. He reached up and deftly keyed the door open with the glowing pad beside the frame. As the gray panel slide aside, Fox was greeted with ROB standing there with a little grey box with a sharp, Z-like "S" symbol stamped on the side. He knew that sigil well enough after his little outing.

"A package has arrived for you," ROB said in his stilted, metallic voice that Fox had grown to take great comfort in over the years. "It is from-..."

"I know who it's from, ROB," Fox said with a little smirk. "She was my team-mate in the last match I was in back in... you know what, never mind." He was a robot, he didn't care about anything Fox could have said about it, as smashing as it was.

He reached out and took the crate. ROB gave a stiff salute and walked away as he carried the crate to his bed and set it down. "Going away present?" he asked no one in particular as he turned the package over in his hands. The glowing blue screen on the lid read 'Thanks for having my back! You admired mine so much, I thought it would be nice to give you one of your own!' and was signed 'S.A.'

He hummed thoughtfully and keyed open the latch. Removing the lid, his eyes were greeted with an oddity indeed! He lifted out a blue bundle sealed in a vacusealed clear package. He knew just by the color pattern what it was. Grinning, he pulled the packaging open and discarded it. Unfurling the odd fabric within, he held it up before himself and gave a little laugh.

"Neat!" In his hands he held the very Zero Suit he had complimented his final teammate on during their last match. Nice! It looked small, too small, but Samus had said it would stretch easily over any body and fit as comfortably as a second skin.

How it fit with fur, he was a little afraid to ask. But, there was only one way to find out, wasn't there? He shucked his flight suit and signature vest quickly and unzipped the Zero Suit from the collar down to between the legs. He was thankful to see there were two zipper tabs, in case he needed to use the bathroom. Easier to unzip a hope to poke through than peel away the entire thing.

He shoved one foot then the other into the cool, stretchy fabric and was elated to find no resistance as he pushed his paws out the ends of the legs. Grinning, he tugged the Zero Suit onto his body and plunged his arms through the sleeves. She was right, it hugged him like a second skin! Reaching between his legs, Fox pulled the zipper carefully up and around his sack and sheathe. He marveled at how somehow, there wasn't a bulge or clear outline of where his package was.

Once he was sure he wouldn't accidentally zip himself into the zipper, he pulled the tab quickly all the way up to his collar. Oddly enough, there were two big bulges on his chest that looked like breasts. Well, that was a silly side effect, wasn't it? Maybe he'd zipped it too fast and caught some air in there. He pressed his palms against the air bubbles in an attempt to force the air out and-...

He yelped in a loud, high pitched burst. His heart leapt in his chest as he felt his palms press against pliable flesh, both from his hands and his chests! And his voice! He rushed to the fresher and peered into the mirror. His features had taken on a more effeminate appeal! He squealed again in an equally feminine voice and yanked the zipper down to his belly. As he did, the fabric fell open, showing his toned pecs. He stared in astonishment then glanced to the mirror again.

His face, as familiar as ever, stared back at him. His brow creased and he stared at the reflection of his chest. He pulled the zipper up again and there once more sprouted two voluptuous boobs. Zipper went down, boobs went away. Back up, and there they were! He smiled excitedly at his reflection and groped his own chest.

"Oh, wow," a feminine voice said. "That feels really good..."

He paused and his eyes dropped to the smooth area between his legs. If he grew boobs and his face changed... Maybe there was no bulge down below because...

Dipping his hand between his legs confirmed his suspicions. Delightful electric jolts lanced through him from the point where his fingers rubbed his groin. He quivered gently and unzipped the lower tab. Instead of his sheathe and sack, the strangest thing met his eyes. A damp vulpine slit.

"Cool," that same feminine voice said. No, his own voice, he realized. Or... her own voice?

He--well she, right now--reached down and pressed her fingers into her damp slit. She gasped at the same electric pleasure lancing through her at the touch. "Ooooh, wooooow..." she moaned, rubbing her self from top to bottom, in and out as far as her fingers could go before reaching resistance, which was only about the first knuckle.

This was so cool! She withdrew her fingers and stared at the glistening blue material covering them. This was incredible! It really changed her entire body, didn't it!? She re-zipped the bottom tab and looked around. This was... She couldn't just sit there! She had to show someone this awesome technology!

Slippy! If there was anyone on board who could appreciate this cool tech, it was him! Fox clapped her hands excitedly and rushed to her desk. She tapped away on the console there until crew status came up on the holographic screen. She gave a short squeal and bolted for the door. They were all back now! Great! Slippy was going to be so jealous!

In an instant, she was out in the hall, bouncing through the corridors of the Great Fox. Her exhaustion and sore muscles were a distant memory as she sought out-...

She rushed around a corner and slammed into another blue shape that, once she disentangled herself from, she realized was Falco! She stepped back, giving a sheepish grin.

"Well hello, beautiful!" Falco said, looking her from head to toe. She really couldn't blame him. This suit left nothing to the imagination! It was like someone replaced her fur with blue paint. It was literally a second skin!

"No, Falco," she said, reaching for the top tab of the Zero Suit. "It's me, Fox!" She unzipped the suit and stared down at her chest, eager to watch the change-...

What? As she unzipped the suit, she revealed only cleavage! She paused, feeling the blue material brush against her nipples which instantly hardened. She hissed and zipped the suit back up, but even then her modesty wasn't exactly being preserved. Her hard nipples poked through the material as clear as if she had actually unzipped the suit all the way. "That's not right..."

"Yeah, right. Fox. Foxy is probably a better name for you, sweety." Falco grinned, looking her over again. "You are one sexy fox though. I love the suit. I've never seen an escort quite like you..." He stepped forward and set his feathered hands at her hips, making her gasp at the electric jolt even such a simple touch sent through her body. "Fox is still probably in no condition after that smash thing. I'd be happy to take your services though."

Fox squeaked. "Hey, cut it ou-..." she was interrupted as Falco's beak pressed against her lips. More of that wonderful electric pleasure rushed through her and she felt herself melting against Falco as the world around them melted away and left her dumbfounded.

"Why don't we go back to my quarters and have some fun?" Falco asked, but it may as well have been in a different language.

"Uh...huh..." she said, stumbling along behind Falco as he took her hand and led her along. That was such an amazing sensation, far beyond anything she had ever imagined before in her life. Then again, romance and intimacy was never something she put front and center as a priority and-... suddenly she was pressed back against a hard surface. The door of Falco's quarters, she realized.

When did they make it all the way there? She wasn't sure, but what she was sure of is that she didn't want Falco to stop touching her. She felt his hands roaming her body, cupping her new breast and squeezing in the most pleasant way. She felt his body pressed tightly to her front, rubbing all of the right places all at once.

A soft moan escaped her lips, though it was muffled by Falco's. She found herself pressing eagerly against him as he kissed her, groped her, and grinded against her new sensitive body.

She gasped for breath as their lips parted. Colors swirled before her eyes as the world spun around her. The kiss, his hands roaming her body, it left her utterly weak in the knees. She never knew anything could be like this! Did the Zero Suit enhance these sensations, or was this just how it always felt being kissed and fondled?

Fox didn't have time to ponder it for very long. The next thing she knew, she was being turned, spun about to land on her back on something soft and warm. Falco's bed, she realized as she glanced left then right. As disheveled as one would expect. But she didn't care. Not for very long anyway.

Falco was upon her in a moment's time. He pressed his naked body against her blue-wrapped form and grinded against her, all the while trailing nibbles and kisses along the tight, smooth Zero Suit around her breast.

Fox tried to protest as the world started to return to her. The gravity of what was happening began to sink in and she wasn't at all ready for this to happen! Not with Falco! One of his feathered hands slipped between them and Fox felt it sliding low along her belly toward the zipper tab beneath her groin. She gasped as the Zero Suit parted and cool recycled air bathed her hot, moist slit.

"Hold on," she said, breathing heavily through the fear of what was about to happen. "Falco, wait!"

But he didn't. She felt his hot tip press against her folds. A moment later, her body was split open by a sharp pain. She whimpered loudly and clamped her eyes shut to try and bear through the pain. She wrapped her arms and legs around Falco, holding on for dear life. She willed the pain to end, and slowly it diminished down to little more than an ache.

Before it went away entirely, Falco began moving. He drew his hips back as much as Fox's wrapped legs would allow, then drove back into her. Each thrust felt like someone was... gently punching her in the gut? She couldn't explain it, but every time she felt his tip push into her, it shoved against something deep inside and forced the air from her lungs. She moaned deeply in a mixture of discomfort and a growing pleasure as the avian had his way with her.

A whimper passed her lips and she held on tight. She kept her eyes closed and her race scrunched up, willing this all to go away. This wasn't what she had in mind when she'd wanted to go show the Zero Suit to someone! It had hurt, made her belly ache deep inside and... it really wasn't that bad anymore... was it?

She whimpered again as her body began to writhe with the increasing waves of pleasure washing over her new female body. "Falco..." she pled. Pled? For what? She wasn't sure, but she whined as she loosened her grip she had around his waist with her legs, giving him a greater range of motion.

Falco took every inch, then he gave her every inch. He withdrew his tapered length until it threatened to pop free then he drove every last bit of it back into Fox's once virgin tunnel. "Oh yeah, baby!" he groaned, slapping his hips against hers harder and faster. "Gonna fill you up!"

Fox moaned deeply with every thrust, every rub of the big bird's groin against the top of her slit. She bucked upward to meet his every thrust as she felt herself building towards... something! "Yes!" she whined. "Yes, harder!"

"Yeah!" Falco grunted as his movements became erratic. "Yeah! I'm cumming, baby!"

She felt heat splash into her innermost core. It scalded her insides and soothed every burn she felt during the entire ordeal all at once. Fire, electricity, waves of pleasure crashed over her, making her arch her back and cry out loudly. Her eyes shot open and once again, she clutched at Falco for dear life, though this time it was for an entirely different reason.

Unintelligible sounds filtered through her muzzle as her body shook almost violently in the throes of orgasm. She dug her fingers into the feathers on Falco's back and groaned deeply. "Yyyeeeesssss......" she hissed, trying to roll her eyes back out of her skull. "F-f-f-fuuuuck...."

Falco chuckled above her and nibbled at what little of her neck was exposed above the Zero Suit. "Pretty girl like you was probably meant for Fox, huh?" As his face came back into focus, Fox's heart skipped a beat. She knew that look. He was about to do something brash. "Hey computer," he called. The ship's intercom system beeped to let him know he had been heard. "Find Fox, will ya? Tell him to come to my chambers. I have a surprise for him!"

The computer gave several beeps in succession, a sign that it was processing. Finally, the stilted metal voice rang out "Fox McCloud is in your chambers."

Falco blinked, his brow creasing for a moment before Fox felt his body stiffen. His eyes widened and slowly descended on her. Fox gave a sheepish laugh and lifted a hand away from him so she could wiggle her fingers at him. "Ahehe... I tried to tell you..."

"FOX!?" Falco said, clambering off of her.

She gasped and felt another little ripple of pleasure cascade through her as he pulled his length out of her. Slowly, Fox sat up and reached down to zip the bottom tab back into place. "My teammate in the last match at the smash tournament sent me this suit and it... Well look," she reached up and unzipped the Zero Suit down to her naval. Slowly, she peeled it away, showing Falco her ample breast, bared to another's eyes for the first time.

Falco's cock gave a lurch and his beak fell open. "How in the world did that happen!?"

Fox stared down at her breasts. They weren't shrinking, they weren't fading away. Nothing. She sighed heavily, reaching up to cover her ample swells with her palms. "I don't know. The suit changed me somehow. At first, the changes went away as soon as I unzipped the suit, but now..." She gave a heavy sigh and looked up at Falco. "I don't know if I'm going to change back."

Falco shrugged, unable to tear his eyes away from Fox's chest. The realization of that sent both a twinge of embarrassment and the sensation of excitement flitting through her. "Maybe if you take it off and leave it off for a while. It might be that the amount of time you have it on is the amount of time you have to wait to change back..."

"That's a great idea," she said and jumped up. She immediately regretted it. Her legs were still jelly! She reached down, steadying herself on the bed for a moment as she regained her strength. Once she was confident enough that she could walk, Fox zipped the Zero Suit up and offered a small smile at Falco. "Hey uh... thanks. I guess. It actually felt kinda good."

"Yeah," the bird snorted. "We never talk about this again!"

Fox smiled to herself as she stepped out into the corridor beyond. Yeah, it was a little embarrassing, wasn't it? He'd mistaken her for a Cornerian whore. Hell, she looked like a Cornerian whore! Still, as Fox rubbed her thighs together, she gave a gentle sigh. It had felt wonderful. Not at first, but afterward... She licked her lips slowly and made her way back to her chambers. There would be time for more explorations later. Now, she wanted to test Falco's theory.

* * * * *

"So you dragged me all the way out here," She said, setting her hands on her blue-suit-covered hips, "brought me on what can arguably be our first date, all so you can show me your new pajamas!"

Fox shook his head, holding up his free hand. "Wait Krystal, it's more than just new pajamas..." He sighed heavily and glanced to the Zero Suit hanging from his left hand. "Okay... just hear me out..." He watched her, waiting with bated breath until she finally spread her hands out to either side and sighed.

"Fine," she said with an exasperated sigh.

He nodded and let his hands fall to his sides. "Thank you. This is... really cool. Just... bear with me."

He started to pull his flight suit off and immediately, Krystal gasped and threw her hands up in the air. "I'm not going to have sex with-..."

"I said bear with me! Please, sex isn't why I brought you out here..." He stared up at her, his eyes pleading in ways his voice couldn't.

She eyed him, then rolled her eyes. "Fine."

He offered a grateful smile and stripped away his clothes. Krystal, all the while, was making it a point to look anywhere but at him. At the flowers all around them, the purple trees beyond, the silver grass beneath their feet, anywhere but at his nakedness. It stung him deep. He was not exactly bad looking after all.

He pulled the suit onto his legs with a far greater ease than the first time and slipped his arms into the sleeves. He pulled the zipper up and over his scrotum and sheathe for Krystal's own modesty's sake. She would be back on the shuttle the second she saw the suit stretched over his equipment!

"Alright, watch," he said. When Krystal turned her eyes back on him, he offered a smile and held up both hands. "Alright, see? Guy chest, guy face..."

He pulled the zipper's top tab all the way up to his throat, watching as the fabric stretched over his no longer flat chest, felt his throat change ever so subtly, and felt he become she.

Krystal's eyes widened and her jaw swung open. "What the hell!?"

Fox smiled and unzipped the Zero Suit down to her naval. His naval. He smiled at her and shook his head. "The suit changes me. See?" He asked, then zipped it up again.

She shook her head, stepping forward. "Not... possible..."

"It is possible," Fox said, his voice once again feminine. "Don't ask me how, but it is."

Krystal looked at him--her--and shook her head in disbelief. Slowly, she approached Fox and reached her hands out, pressing them against her blue-clad breast.

Fox moaned gently, reaching up to press her hands over Krystal's own. "As real as yours." She smiled warmly. The smile only grew at the look of wonder on her wingman's face.

"This is... incredible..." Krystal said, then lifted her eyes to Fox's face. "If... if this is what you wanted to show me... it's only fair that I show you something. I've been hiding this for so long, Fox."

The team leader smiled and held up a hand. She gently pressed a finger to Krystal' lips. "When I'm like this, please call me Foxy."

Krystal nodded slowly then stepped away from her. "Alright, Foxy. Um... I guess I don't have to tell you to not to freak out." She took a deep breath and reached up to unzip her flight suit. Foxy watched the white fur of her breast emerge more and more into the warm spring air until the armored flight suit peeled away, letting them spring into the open air completely.

Foxy was wet immediately. She felt the inside of the Zero Suit dampen quickly as Krystal bared her breast and belly. What surprised her more was when the suit dropped away from her wide hips and tail. Instead of pristine white fur around a wonderful slit Foxy'd only ever imagined late at night, or the team showers when no one else was around, there was a white sheathe and fuzzy sack beneath it.

It was Foxy's turn to stare wide eyed and slack-jawed. "You have...!"

Krystal giggled lightly, nodding as a thick blue rod emerged. It was... enormous! At least, by what Foxy had to compare it to.

She and Falco had comparable sized erections, at least from what she'd seen of her wing mate's, but this was... something else entirely! Her body quaked in anticipation of what she hoped was to come. She stepped forward and slowly fell to her knees in front of Krystal's naked body. "It's... It's..." She couldn't put into words how beautiful that weapon was. She reached out, cradling the throbbing meat in her hands as though it were a priceless vase.

Foxy leaned forward, nuzzling the thick blue cock with her furry cheeks, eliciting a soft moan from Krystal above her. She showered the tool with gentle kisses from knot to tip. Her fingers danced over the hot flesh, delicate in her ministrations as though she were afraid she would break it.

As her kisses carried her to the tip of Krystal's arousal, she glanced upward with a wicked glint in her eyes. She smiled only for a moment before she closed her lips around Krystal's length and descended. More and more of the blue meat disappeared into Foxy's muzzle and she gave a deep moan in response. It tasted so much better than she ever could have imagined!

When she felt Krystal's tip press against the back of her throat, she moaned gently and swallowed, taking every last inch into her. She pressed her snout to the soft white fur of Krystal's groin and stared up at her between her bare breast. She winked and began to swallow rhythmically.

Krystal gasped, grabbing Foxy's ears. She was hanging on for dear life! Foxy was thankful she wasn't fucking her muzzle. She wasn't so sure she was ready for that quite yet. She continued swallowing and slathering her tongue all over Krystal's length until she felt the knot begin to swell. Then finally, she relented and pulled away.

"That isn't where I want you to cum," Foxy said, grinning as she turned and lowered herself onto her hands and knees. "I loooove the feeling when you get cum inside of you..."

She stared over her shoulder at Krystal who lowered herself and curiously looked her blue-clad butt over. "How?"

Foxy giggled and reached back, pulling the zipper open to reveal her dripping slit and tight, virgin pucker. "It's okay, it opens up for you." She smiled, wiggling her rump for Krystal. She pulled her fluffy tail aside and tilted her head to the side. "Please don't keep me waiting..."

She didn't! Krystal scooted forward and guided herself into her without a moment's hesitation. She quivered and moaned deeply as Krystal's hot length spread her open. She felt so full! Krystal was much larger than Falco, or at least she felt so much bigger.

"You're so tight!" Krystal whined. "I'm only half way in!"

Foxy blinked, her eyes widening. She was bigger! She already felt Krystal nestled against her cervix, but half way in! She whimpered and shook her head. "Just... be gentle then, okay? I don't know if I can take all of you.

The disappointment in Krystal's face was palpable and broke her heart. Foxy sighed heavily then curled her fingers in the grass. "Okay, I'm ready when you are."

Krystal pulled her cock out of her slowly, then eased back in again. She curled her fingers into the soft grass, moaning softly each time she felt the tip of Krystal's dick nudge her cervix. Each time, she felt the pressure against the entrance of her womb give a little, admitting only the faintest bit more of Krystal into her canal. She nodded, rocking back to meet every slow thrust, but it wasn't enough.

"Harder!" she pled. Krystal paused in her movements for a moment, then thankfully relented and began to rock more quickly against her. Each time, she felt a sharp ache blossom in her belly as her cervix was pressed against and stretched that much more. But she wanted more of it. That ache let her feel so full, like someone had found a piece of her that had been missing and finally pushed it into place.

She started to rock her body fore and back with increasing speed. Thankfully--whether through her psychic power or picking up Foxy's body language--Krystal matched her movements thrust for thrust. Both of them cried out loudly as waves of pleasure crashed over them both. She rolled her head back over her shoulders and let out a deep moan as she felt her orgasm building, threatening to consume her at any moment.

Krystal reached it a second before she did. She felt her hips gripped tightly, yanked back in an animalistic urgency as Krystal thrust hard into her. She first thing she felt before her orgasm crashed into her was the last resistance deep inside of herself give way. The second thing she felt was Krystal's hips slam against her rump and an enormous bulb spread her pussy wide. It grew bigger and bigger, stretching Foxy to her absolute limit before liquid heat rushed into her belly.

She opened her eyes and mouth wide in a silent scream. She felt the pressure in her middle build and build until it was almost uncomfortable. When it finally stopped, she gasped for breath and felt her arms give. Her shoulders and bust collapsed onto the dew covered grass beneath her and she whined. "So... fucking...."

Slowly, she lifted herself up on shaky arms and peered down at her hanging breast. Beneath them she saw the shocking globe of her own belly. She lifted a hand to the swell of her middle. It was amazing that Krystal had cum so much inside of her. And that there was no tightness or discomfort from the Zero Suit. It didn't even look stretched, despite how completely... full.... she felt.

"Krystal... I.... I...." The Cerinian behind her started to pull away, but a sharp pain in her pussy blossomed and she yelped. "Wait! WAIT!" she backed up to relieve the uncomfortable pressure, causing her belly to glide over the grass. It tickled and in any other circumstance, Foxy was sure she would have giggled. At the very least, it helped alleviate the discomfort.

Krystal's hands returned to her hips and she breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you... Wait for... the knot to deflate..." She whimpered, slowly regaining her exhausted breath. Slowly, she turned and looked over her shoulder at Krystal. "This was your first time?"

The blue vixen smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Yeah. First time showing... well.. anybody that part of me."

Foxy grinned and lifted a hand to gently rub her hot, sloshing tummy. "I hope you cum this much every time." She winked slyly and batted her eye-lashes. "I want you to cum in me as often as you want to. Whenever you get the urge... I'll put the Suit on and we can do this."

Krystal smiled warmly and leaned forward to press her lips against Foxy's. "That would be wonderful. I think it's only fair you are the first one... you know... in me, too."

Foxy blinked at that, then grinned broadly and nodded. "I would like that!" She pondered for a moment then winked. "We should have a little while before I change back, if I take the Suit off." She reached down, pulling the bottom tab of her zipper all the way to the top. As it unfastened, she peeled it away from her form.

Still tied together, she awkwardly kicked the Zero Suit down her legs and off. When her golden fur was finally free to the alien spring air, she looked over her shoulder at Krystal and reached back to take Krystal's hands in her own. She smiled, guiding them up along to her ample breasts. "Give it a few, then I'll fuck you full, too." She smiled, guiding Krystal's hands down to the sloshing globe for emphasis.

After only a few minutes, Krystal popped free. Foxy gasped and quivered as pleasure rippled through her from the friction of that shrinking knot dislodging itself. She was still for a moment, then turned and rolled to sit down in the grass facing her wingman. She smiled, holding her hands out to Krystal.

The blue furred vixen willingly came into her embrace. The two snuggled against one another, exploring their bodies. Foxy was eager to change back and finally get between Krystal's legs. It should only be a few minutes before she changed back. So she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Her brow creased and she hummed thoughtfully. "I should be changing by now..." She reached over, dragging the Zero Suit forward. She looked it over slowly, turning the strange blue fabric over in her hands as she pondered why she wasn't changing, and what about the suit had. Then it clicked. The zipper tabs were at the top of the collar, rather than down between the pantlegs. She flipped the tabs idly in her fingers and grinned. "I think I know why I'm not." She turned and kissed Krystal's cheek. "Wanna put it in me one more time before we test that theory?"