FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Fox shivered as he plunged into the lake water. It wasn't ice cold, but the sudden temperature change was a bit of a shock. Still, a chilly dip was preferable to the various dried on gunk on his fur, or the remnants of the... Intimacy, he had shared with the heavenly woman he had just met. If anything Fox found himself wishing the lake colder to try and control the runaway urges. Whatever he'd been injected full of, it had him hornier than he'd been as a teen who had just discovered how to turn off the content filter on a search engine. And it wasn't making concentrating on his mission any easier.

He'd already been out for... A day? Maybe more? No way of knowing how long he'd been laying in that medical bath thing. One way or another he had to figure out a way to gain access to this station's files, as well as find a way out... For him, and Krystal.

They had just met, and yet Fox already felt an obligation to help see her safe and sound from this gilded cage... For as gorgeous as the scenery here was, Fox reminded himself they were trapped here against their will, and the caretaker AI could have it's way with them at any given moment...

Not to mention gods only knew what else was living on each of the station's habitats. Predators thought long extinct, aggressively defensive herd animals, and Fox shuddered to think what kind of bacterial and virus cultures were preserved here.

Fox twitched an ear as he felt someone approaching him. Sure enough turning around, there was Krystal slipping into the lake water. Fox flushed and dropped to his knees, hiding his crotch from her view. "K-Krystal! I'm bathing!"

"I know. I'm here to help wash your back." She chuckled. "You need not be so shy, I have already seen your full length, and it does not disappoint." Fox's ears flattened back as he wished he could just disappear under her teasing. "But honestly I could feel how troubled your thoughts are. You're more worried about the long term than getting clean, I intend to help ease those thoughts. Now turn around."

Fox remained there for a moment, before giving into the suggestion and turning his back to her. Cute butt, he heard her mental voice say. Damn that was another thing that made controlling himself difficult. Reading his thoughts she knew exactly what buttons to push and when. He hadn't even known her name and he'd slept with her...

"You do this a lot." Fox nearly jumped out of his skin as her hands touched between his shoulder blades and her voice tickled his ears gently. "Get stuck in your own thoughts, blame yourself... I can practically taste the self judgment radiating off of you, Mr. Star brain."

"...I'm sorry." "Don't apologize for your own thoughts. I'm the one invading what is normally one's sanctuary. At least, that's the impression I get from non-Cerinians." "Cerinian?"

"Yes." Fox felt her run her fingers roughly across his spine, pushing the tension he hadn't realized he had been carrying out of it. "I am, as far as I or the station knows, the sole survivor of my homeworld of Cerinia. My people all had varying degrees of psionic powers." Her hands were more massaging his back than scrubbing it, and Fox felt sorrow tinge the fair tickle in his mind that indicated she was in his head.

Fox looked down at his reflection in the water. This was a familiar sorrow to him. Loss. His own had radically altered his life and purpose for living, and had only been his parents. Compared to losing one's entire race, he could only imagine. Family, friends, even strangers like you, all gone. To go on living, to be searching for answers had to take a will stronger than steel. "...I bet they're proud of you." The words came easy. It was the same thing he often wished others would say to him. Even if others didn't understand or know them, just the smallest reassurance could help him soldier on sometimes.

Krystal's hands slowed, before moving to his shoulders and pulling herself to his back. "Thank you. Sympathies are few and far between with my planet gone." She whispered, her brow resting against the back of his head. "Most people try to keep me at arm's length when they find out about my telepathy. Everyone is so afraid of their secrets being exposed... Others see me just as a tool they can use. In one way or another..."

Fox lay his hand on hers, letting her temporarily seek shelter from her own regrets and sorrows with his company... He barely knew her a day and already he felt like he needed to reassure her, to dry the tears forming in her eyes and restore a sense of purpose in all of this. Maybe it was the telepathy, but he felt, he paused trying to find the right word. ("Close.") His own thoughts affirmed. ("Closer than I've felt to anyone like this... Not just the sex but... Everything about her draws me in. Just who is she?")

Krystal stayed there for a while. Resting against his back, breathing slowly. "Cerinia was a beautiful world. The flora bright and vibrant. And as the sun set they would become a brilliant display of reds and violets. As if they were trying to copy the sky's splendor. Of all the things I miss about it, I think watching the twilight pass over the grand temples in the distance, as the world itself changed to enter slumber."

Fox gently pet her hand as he listened. The scenery she described was... Familiar. As if he had seen it with his own eyes. And recently. "This is going to sound weird. But were there any stone masked giant... Things, on Cerinia?"

Krystal blinked and straightened up some. "No... But that sounds familiar. Like a dream I had where I was back there... But I was in a room I don't remember." Recollection reflected on her face slowly. "And you were there... Yes! Just earlier! And it said-"

"-Find Me." Fox finished for her.

"I had the same dream. Is that some sort of telepathy thing?" "It can be. But normally to happen unintentionally the two minds are already closely linked. But that masked giant, I didn't recognize it." "Me neither." "What could this all mean?" "Means we have a masked giant to find."

Fox looked over his shoulder at the vixen. "It's not going to be easy. If it's somewhere on this station it could be on any one of the habitat platforms. And that's if it's even here at all." He turned so they were facing one another, briefly forgetting their shared state of undress until his still drugged up instincts managed to force a downwards glance. He mentally chided himself and forced his eyes back up to meet hers.

"Figuring out where to even start looking is going to take information. And I somehow doubt the AI caretaker is gonna just let us wander around. We've been labeled as subjects here like it or not. And I don't exactly have much in the way of equipment." "I have my staff. I don't think it realized it was a weapon." "About that, how did you do that, ice spray thing?"

Krystal giggled at Fox's description and his bewilderment. "I would call it magic, but I think that wouldn't satisfy you." She stood from her kneeling position, giving Fox a front row seat to her shapely curves and putting him eye level with her crotch once she was at her full height. "Let's dry off and I'll show you."

Fox started to rise to follow, but quickly sat back down when he realized the cold water had failed to hinder his arousal at her little display. "Uhhh, let me just... Get dressed over this way." He mumbled, his hands moving to cover the bright red rocket standing ready for launch.

Krystal chuckled as she made her way ashore, ether intentionally, or just a result of her own desires, sashaying her hips as she walked, making Fox effectively rooted to his spot in the water.

("Quit staring quit staring quit-") Fox mantra'd in his head. Then she bent over to gather her attire. ("...this woman is going to be the death of me and I am okay with that.")

Fox sat there for a good minute. Trying unsuccessfully to will his manhood to soften and retreat. When it became clear that would not be happening anytime soon, he silently cursed the AI and made his way ashore. He had to essentially shake himself dry without any sort of towel, and thus was forced to dress half wet and uncomfortably confined by his pants.

Krystal, to his shock, was fully dry and running her hands through her hair like a makeshift comb when he approached, grimacing as his toes squished the moisture through his socks.

"How did you do that?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, (noting that her attire was scant enough to raise something else and further increase his discomfort). Krystal smiled and held out her staff towards him. Fox looked at it skeptically, before reaching out to touch it slightly below her own hand.

A rush of warm air seemed to shoot across every inch of his skin, making his fur poof with static discharge and steam to shoot out of each opening in his outfit. Startled was a bit of an understatement, and Krystal had to resist doubling over in laughter at how his head now resembled a troll doll.

"Very funny." "S-sorry! I'm used to having less cloth to funnel all the hot air straight upwards!" "And me without a mirror to examine my new look."

The situation managed to get Fox to crack a smile and join in on laughing at his own state. Krystal managed to wheeze out another "sorry" in-between giggles, and cleared her throat to calm herself. "Here. Let me." She reached over and smoothed the poofed fur back down, reshaping the tuft of cream colored hair back into its proper form. Her hands brushed his muzzle and cheeks with a softer smile than before. "There. Back to your old handsome self."

Fox blushed at her compliment. Lords she could push all of his buttons, and it threw him off how easy it all was. In fact, "Leave it to an angel to make even a Merc like me look good."

Her reaction was betrayed by the telepathic connection. Seems his words had just as much effect, even if she was better poker faced than him. "My my, strong, handsome, a font of stamina AND a charmer. Is there anything else I should add to your proficiencies?" She grinned, giving her staff a quick twirl.

"So, as I said I'd call it magic, but to put it in more familiar terms for you, it's a form of technology that responds to mental commands. It draws on an energy source produced in nature that it collects and stores. The gemstones at the ends contain..." She paused, and Fox felt her root around in his head for a proper equivalent to express what she was trying to say. "-contain a sort of, programming language. It reacts to my psionic mental commands, and produces an effect based on what 'program' I tell it to run. I can't produce the effects without the staff in hand, and I cannot make the staff do something it doesn't have the information for. Does that make sense?"

"So your staff... Is a magic computer?" Fox asked with a raised eyebrow. "Well that's one way to put it I suppose. It has a big more cultural significance than that of course." Krystal held it out horizontally in front of herself. "On Cerinia, obtaining one's staff was a very personal trial, something that you had to have the right... Aptitude for."

"So, you said it responds to your mental commands. Does that mean only Telepaths can use it?"

Krystal paused, pondering the question. "I'm not sure actually. I've never let anyone else try with mine. And I haven't seen anything similar to it on other worlds."

"... Could I give it a try?"

Krystal looked Fox in the eye for a good minute or so, before flipping the staff around to hold out to him. "Be careful. I'm entrusting you with one of the last pieces of my homeworld I own."

The sentimental weight of the trust she was placing in him was not lost on Fox as he took hold of it. "So how do I, yanno, make it work?"

"You need to think of what you want it to do. Not like you are commanding it, but more like... Second nature. Like as simple as telling a shovel to be used to dig or a pot to hold water." Krystal folded her arms in thought. "I would suggest trying something simple at first. The element of heat is easy to create, that's what I used to dry you off so quickly. Think of the staff like it's MEANT to expel heat, and you're just telling it when and how."

"You say heat... Does that mean it can-" "Shoot fireballs? Yes. I'd suggest against anything much larger than a golf ball to start out. You don't want to burn this place down with us in it after all."

Fox held the staff with both hands and looked around before pointing it up into the artificial horizon. For a while he simply stood there. Feeling silly if he was honest, trying to tell the staff with his brain to shoot fire.

("This isn't right.") He thought to himself before relaxing his stance and looking at the length of the weapon. It was lightweight yet solid, a sort of white-gold color lined with intricate patterns of deep blue. It seemed almost like a decoration more than a weapon. "I'm going about this the wrong way... Treat it as a weapon Fox. Think of it like a blaster you're not familiar with. Keep the business end pointed away, check the safety, and keep your eyes sighted...")

At these thoughts the business end of the staff sprang open. Fox paid this no mind as he resumed his stance and aimed for a far off orange twinkle of starlight. He thought of the heat and power behind a blaster bolt, the tension of a trigger against his finger, and...

A thin streak of red light, dense and hot enough to cause visual distortions in the air around it, rocketed out from the staff, firing for only a fragment of a second. It arched out across the open air, twinkling out of sight as it finally traveled too far for its form to be maintained. Fox let out a breath he had been holding out of habit from when he trained to fire with rifles, and the end of the staff closed shut again. He relaxed and gave the staff a gentle heft, feeling its weight and nodding in respect to the weapon. When he looked back towards Krystal, the azure vixen was staring at him wide eyed.

"That was amazing." She whispered, before suddenly rushing to his side and taking hold of not her staff, but his arm holding it as she looked up and down it, running her fingertips through the fur there. "You somehow condensed the heat element dense enough that I could practically TASTE the force behind it. How did you do something like that just picking it up?" She was feeling his bicep, causing Fox to blush and stammer, nearly letting go of the weapon from shock. "I was right, you're more than just any old Pilot." She was grinning brightly she moved her face so close their muzzles were nearly touching. "You, you're," She struggled to find the word for it in the language. Unable to put it to words, Fox soon enough found her tongue in his mouth and her hands grabbing fistfuls of his jacket to hold him in place. And sure enough, he found he had no desire to move away.

A xulo wcamfjot ro0edt kxo jihvuso ev 0eih jeic Fox McCloud, udt A vadt m0jocv najxadw ke talo adke akj tofkxj udt doloh semo if uwuad. Her voice was in his head again as she continued to try and coax his own tongue to dance with hers. Her taste was addicting, and Fox brought his own arms around her to pull her close. Her words were in Saurian, yet spoke to his mind he could understand their intent clearly. It was a passionate declaration of affection, far beyond anything he had ever heard with his ears.

Why though? Why did this woman who had known him for all of a day, have such feelings for him already? This wasn't the shallow crush of a fangirl, but it was so fast that the rational part of his mind was arguing it was improbable, far too quick and-

The cry of one of the creatures in the habitat in the distance interrupted their heated snog. "...We should probably move." Fox said with reluctance. His instincts were telling him that his shot from earlier had probably given up their position, and the sound had not been very friendly sounding. Not to mention if the 'caretaker' AI found out they had some manner of weapon, it would probably not end well for them.

"Yes," Krystal said with a sigh. "I liked this lake. But we should find somewhere safer for when nightfall comes." Did this place even have nightfall? It must have, as the artificial sky was slowly changing a deep orange. "Let's get moving." Fox took the lead, not realizing until he was already several paces in the direction opposite from where they had heard the loud cry, that he had taken her hand in his without thinking.

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Their shelter for the evening had turned out to be little more than a hole in the ground excusing itself as a cave. There was little space, and the ground within was cold to the touch compared to the warm soil topside, but it was enclosed enough to protect them should something come looking for the pair in the night. Fox sighed as he did his best to shift some foliage in front of the entrance to hide that they were there.

"What I wouldn't give for my gear. Mess kit, tent, bedroll... any of it." He muttered as he let is natural night vision slowly kick in to bring things into view again. Krystal of course was easy for him to spot, her presence in his mind made it so he could almost feel where she was without seeing her. Sitting leaned against one wall of the cave, legs hugged to her chest as she watched him.

"Your mind is an amazing thing." Krystal finally spoke up, bringing him out of his thoughts. "You feel your surroundings around you, beyond just what your eyes can see. Very valuable as a pilot I imagine."

"Just good instincts. You have to have them if you wanna live long in my line of work." Fox shrugged as he turned to her. His ears were brushing against the roof of the cave, barely tall enough to give him clearance.

"Instincts hmm?" Krystal grinned and raised an eyebrow skeptically. Fox nodded and mustered up his best impression of Peppy. "'Trust your instincts'," he quoted the old hare. Krystal's presence in his mind dug around for a second before he voluntarily offered up a memory of his adoptive uncle figure saying it numerous times during the Lylat war. She gave him a toothy smile in exchange. "He's right you know. But I'm not so sure it's just instincts." Krystal stood up, dusting the rear of her loincloth off before crossing the short distance to touch his brow again. Fox was starting to get used to how casual she was in touching his face.

"When I first sensed you peeping on me," he flushed at the memory of her bare backside. "I called my staff to my hand, it was aimed square for the back of your head. Without even acknowledging what it was you managed to dodge." She grinned and traced a fingertip down between his eyes to the bridge of his nose. "And I know for a fact your physical senses were locked onto something else at the time." She teased.

"W-well, I'm used to having to deal with bogies- Enemy fighters, on my tail in a fight." Fox stammered out as an excuse. "True enough. I'll let it drop for now." She shrugged and let her hand drop. Fox found himself missing the warmth of the contact, but brushed it off. Too much about this entire situation was outside his comfort zone, and she... she was entirely TOO much in his comfort zone for any of it to make sense.

He sighed and moved to lay down on some of the softer looking dirt of the ground. The sky outside had dimmed, and the only lights out were the distant stars. "Your mind is a star," he heard Krystal whisper, perhaps not even towards him. Not able to leave well enough alone, he rolled over to look at her. "You've said that a few times now, what do you mean by that?"

"It's as I said. Your mind burns bright, constantly processing information from all around you, considering situations, trying to understand everything around you in how you relate to it and it relates to you. Trying to figure out the best course of action, not for yourself, but those you've marked in your head as your responsibility. And in the heat of things, making split second decisions to keep you and yours alive." Krystal moved to kneel beside him. "It radiates like a beacon in the dark."

"...That's... very poetic?" Fox propped himself up with one elbow. "It's not always a good thing. You also tend to overthink things that should come naturally to you." Krystal's hands suddenly were on his head again, tussling through the cream colored hair between his ears. "Like me for example. Your soul has already decided it wants me, but your mind insists it's all wrong."

"Well... It's just," Fox sighed and forced himself to look her in the eye. No point in hiding anything from a mind reader. "You just met me. How can you be so, so SURE, about me?" Fox put his hands together at the fingertips. "You've got your telepathy yes, but I, I just don't get how you can make up your mind about me so quickly without knowing anything further than a day's worth?"

Krystal smiled and continued to play with his hair, scooting closer to him. "In my homeworld's culture, courtships do not take long. Telepathy means that it does not take long for us to learn a lifetime of who someone is. Oh sure we still fight, we make mistakes, we misinterpret who is really right for us. But it doesn't have to take so long to decide." Her smile fell slightly. "I can tell you've been hurt in the past. Deeply from loss, and again from someone you hoped was right for you at the time... You already know what you want, but you're afraid to admit to that want because of what you've been through already."

Damn. Now she was playing sexy therapist with him. And problem was she was spot on. He was afraid of admitting he wanted the attention she was giving him. He wanted to be vulnerable around someone, but was too afraid of the pain that would come from losing that. He'd been basically living his life for others ever since reforming Star Fox. Keeping the team together was the one selfish thing he allowed, and even then it was partially for his Father's memory... even that desire he'd pushed down to let Falco fly off after their disagreements. Too worried for his friend's own desires over his own.

Fox's thoughts, for what felt like the hundredth time that day, were interrupted as he sensed the Vixen laying down and scooting next to him. He looked up and opened his mouth to protest. He never got a sound out as she kissed him again. "So permit this exotic alien woman to be selfish on your behalf... It's cold in this cave, and I crave the feeling of another to comfort me and hold me, to feel your touch. Warm me from inside out, Hero.~" She whispered as her arms slipped around his neck and pressed the soft flesh of her breasts into his chest. "...You're too good at this." He growled into her ear as his hands moved to the ties of her bra.

She kissed along his neck as the fabric was tugged away from between them. His hand moved to cradle those heavy orbs, they felt somehow bigger and softer than last time even, and her nipples were already hardened by the chill in the air. He pulled the gloves off so he could warm them with direct contact, earning a needy moan from the vixen. Her one hand dug through his fur, mixing orange and cream color together as her other hand traced down to his belt. He had far more clothing than her, and that would not do.

His jacket was shrugged off and folded into a pillow of sorts. Krystal had shifted away, moving as if to get on all fours, but Fox caught her wrist and pulled her close to him again. She blinked in confusion and silently asked what was wrong. "You said I'm afraid of admitting what I want... what I want now is..." He swallowed to rid himself from the sudden dryness in his mouth. "T-To look at you... to see your face as," he blushed brightly. "As I take you."

His own blush was matched by one of Krystal's, and he felt her tail thump gently against his own. He moved his hands to her shoulders, feeling her fur slide like silk between his fingers as he moved her gently to the ground. He began to kiss down her collar. He stopped at her breasts, gently suckling on one, earning another moan of need as her back arched to try and get more of the sensation he gave her. Alas he moved on, but only to give her something greater. His teeth caught the top of her loincloth as he stared up at her, meeting her eyes, and with a tug, he pulled it free, exposing her moist little pussy to the dark cave.

She flushed, and her legs twitched as if to close, but at a gentle touch from his hands, she instead spread herself wide, welcoming him. His nose sniffed at her clit, tickling and making her squirm with want, his breath hot against her mound. He grinned, enjoying being the one teasing her for a change. "I wonder how you taste?" Fox said to her, enjoying how her eyes widened at the realization before snapping shut as his tongue slipped from his lips to press against her.

She was slightly bitter, but with a wild exotic tang that made him lick slowly, applying pressure to squeeze more of her juices out of that tight little canal. It was odd to think he had been inside of her not even a full day ago, yet this time he would not take her as two wild animals rutting, but as a man who wanted a woman that wanted him just as much. He rolled his tongue against her clit, earning a buck of her hips and another splash of her fluids, before thrusting his tongue inside of her. She gasped as he flexed his tongue back and forth, rolling and unrolling it to change the girth his mouth penetrated her with.

"F-Fox. P-please I... I'm so..." Krystal managed to gasp out as her toes flexed and clenched, trying anything to hold off her building pleasure. She wanted to climax with him inside of her, but he was making her feel so good, his saliva and her moisture mixing as he ate her out. She wouldn't be able to hold out for long. Finally, with a sudden thrust that lapped against that hidden spot inside of her, she howled out and her tunnel clenched and splashed her wet cum against his muzzle.

He withdrew, his tongue lapping around his face to clean off her orgasm. He gave a cocky grin at seeing her breasts heave and wobble with each breath as she looked back up at him with a pouty glare. "No fair," she huffed between gasps of air. "You gave me so much and I haven't gotten to please you at all."

"Don't worry about that," Fox smiled as he felt her eyes taking in his chest as he shed his remaining clothing. "I'm the one who wanted to see your face like that after all. Forgive your selfish hero?" He grinned at her as he made a show of slowly shifting his waistband lower.

"You're a very selfish man suddenly... Now show me more of that selfishness, with your manhood inside of me this time." She lifted one leg to catch a toe around his pants and tug it down. She enjoyed the show, but her heat was still raging inside of her and wore her patience thin. "I want to feel my hero's seed inside of me again."

Fox's cock twitched at her words, free from its uncomfortable bindings once more. His hands moved to undo his bandana, but her footpaw landed against his length and she ordered him 'no'. "Keep it on... I want your heart along with your body." His hands fell to the ground on either side of her as he lowered himself atop her. His breath gently pushed her bangs away from her eyes, and she could smell her own heat pheromones on his breath. She wiggled her hips as her arms slipped under his own, brushing across his back and squeezing the muscle tone of his ass.

He smiled down at her, for as blushing as he was he wouldn't give anything in all of the Lylat to be anywhere else right now, his length grinding against her hot little pussy. "Stick that hero-cock inside me already Fox... Please... I need you. All of you." She moaned at him, her hands grabbing the base of his tail and trying to push him down into her. Finally his tip caught against her entrance, and he lowered himself into her.

Her face screwed up and her eyes rolled back. Spirits he fit her perfectly. Just enough to push her tunnel wide, but not enough to hurt her. He went slowly, watching each little change in her expression. He loved the way her nose wrinkled with need. The way she bit her lip as he passed through a particularly sensitive fold of flesh. The contented sigh as the fur of his groin met with her own... He was falling in love, for a woman who knew him better than he knew himself, all in the span of less than two days.

"You're so tight," he whispered in her ear, his teeth gently nibbling at it and earning another gasp from her. "You're practically fucking milking me without even moving your hips." It was true, as the muscles within her tunnel squeezed and flexed, trying to coax him to start thrusting and release his built up seed inside of her. "Please Fox. Please fuck me," She whined before her teeth bit gently into his shoulder. He grinned before losing himself to his own desire, and began to thrust into her. His dick flexed and pushed against every little resistance against its hardness. She tried her best to match his pace, clumsy and off-beat at first with one another before slowly getting into the swing. Every time he pulled back she would as well, clenching down around him to drag the skin of his cock back and try and hold him in, and with each thrust down into her she would buck up to meet him, offering deeper penetration and causing both vulpines to start seeing stars.

His knot was already beginning to swell, and she grunted with joy each time her pussy lips stretched to try and pull it inside. "Fox, please! More!" She cried, shaking her hips left and right to grind against it. Her eyes were tearing up with joy and desire as they looked up into his. "Krystal... I, I want..." "I know! I want it too!"

They were so close. He NEEDED to thrust his knot into her. She NEEDED to feel him cum into her innermost depths. They both NEEDED to climax together, and spend the rest of the night tied together as their hearts raced to match one another. He thrust, and thrust, his ass flexing under her fingertips. His own were so busy holding himself from crushing her under his own weight that she arched her back to grind her nipples against his own in desire for more stimulation. A coiled spring inside of her was getting tighter, and she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him down with each thrust, pushing him up with each withdrawal. His knees shifted further apart to give him a better angle and to thrust with more force. He felt his knot being squeezed like a lemon as it struggled to force its way into that hot furnace. Then finally, it popped through, tying them together, and they howled out as rope after rope of his virile semen splashed against her cervix, her rippling passage opening and closing as it suckled at his tip, making his seed gurgle as it pooled into her womb.

Each splash of seed rocked their bodies with another small orgasm, until finally Fox's left arm gave out, and he rolled to avoid smashing his body onto her. They gasped and panted for breath, staring into each other's eyes before diving their tongues into each other's mouths. Air would not allow them to kiss for long, but that was fine. Krystal felt his soul bared to her, and she flung open her own mental gates, wanting him to feel all of her as she felt all of him.

The couple snuggled into each other's fur, feeling the heartbeat of the other through their joined privates as Fox's knot kept them from being able to pull away from one another.

They didn't want to.

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"Good morning handsome." Krystal smiled as she nuzzled against his cheek. He let out a soft yawn, still embarrassed at being nude around the beautiful female, yet considering she still had some of his seed from last night dribbling out of her, he couldn't really complain. "Good morning, beautiful." He forced himself to return, not wanting to allow himself to withdraw into his shell again after she had managed to drag him out of it again last night.

"Good morning to you both."

The pair flinched and Fox's hand went for the blaster he did not have out of instinct. That voice didn't belong to either of them. There was a lightly glowing orb that floated but a few feet off the ground. A hard light construct of some sort. It pulsed with light gently as the voice spoke again. "I am a Caretaker Sub-AI, created specifically to attend to both of you, and the efforts at repopulating the Cerinian race. I have been made from scans of both your thought patterns and physical forms. I see that a successful insemination has taken place already. Congratulations on your mating and future offspring, Fox, Krystal. I am glad to meet you both, and be of service with your reproduction."