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A Starfox Adventures Parody Chapter 5: Working Together Sponsored by HeruAnubisSolares By Draconicon

Getting off the mountain was more difficult than expected, considering the number of slopes and jumps that they had to run the speeder over, and how often they had to stop to give Tricky a chance to recover with his injured leg. Nobody liked the trip down, but once it was done, they were all able to heave a sigh of relief. The warmth of Thorntail Hollow welcomed them back as they walked out of the river that had led them back, and the two foxes and the prince sighed happily.

"That took way too long," Fox said, the strange vulpine shaking his head and brushing the fur on his head back. "I swear we should have gotten back half an hour ago."

"That is because you do not know the planet yet."

Krystal shook her head, crossing her arms under her breasts. As soon as this Fox McCloud turned to look at her, he blushed and looked away, almost like he couldn't bring himself to keep his eyes on her. Was it her state of near-nudity, she wondered, or something else that was different between their cultures?

She shook her head, putting it out of her mind. She could have read it from his mind if she so chose, but he had yet to give permission, and she wasn't going to force it. Not yet, at least. Not until he proved himself a danger. Which...

He hasn't done anything, despite seeing me...helpless...

The warrior vixen reminded herself of that, despite the brief pang that she had been weak enough to be rendered so helpless. Yes, it had been down to the weather rather than a true enemy overwhelming her, but that meant nothing. She should have been better. She should have been stronger. If Fox hadn't been as 'professional,' as he put it, as he had been, then she would have been...

Her loincloth pressed harder between her legs as they climbed out of the river, making their way around the top of the great hill and burrow that marked the route to the Snowhorn Peaks. Allowing Fox to lead the way, she did her best not to think about what she had seen him doing when they first met in the hangar.

Yet, really, how did one forget that the first time that they'd seen someone that they were...

Krystal blushed ever so slightly as she remembered watching this strange warrior rutting one of the enemies so fiercely. She had seen the look on his face, the hunger that passed over his muzzle, the way that his tongue had started to lol out like some sort of feral beast. It was something rather...intriguing, particularly considering that he at least looked more civilized than the reptiles that they'd been fighting.

Yet, he had been as eager to rut as they were to be serviced. She remembered the big one that had blocked her way until he had been given that...pleasure, and shook her head as she put him out of her mind again. That was not what she was doing now. She was still a warrior, still strong enough to hold her own.

And if this fox allowed her, she would prove it.

They climbed down from the ledge, making their way into the Hollow proper. No sooner had they hit the green grasses than Tricky was running off across the plains, heading over the river to the temple structure that was at the far end. She shook her head, a slight smile drawing her muzzle back.

"Well, he is certainly eager to see his mother."

"He's going to be disappointed," Fox muttered.

"Why's that?"

"She was injured."

"...How bad?"

"Bad enough that she's still going to need treatment. Not gonna die, as far as I could tell, but..."

"...Yes...He's going to be disappointed."

That much she had seen on the way down. She rubbed her forehead, sighing.

"That one loves his family very much, despite how they try and force him forward. He sees his duty as a burden, and he wishes nothing more than to be a prince, to enjoy himself. He will have to grow."

Fox turned to face her, one eyebrow raised.

"What the hell are you talking about? He didn't say anything all the way down, and you're talking like you've known him all your life."

"In a way, I have."

"What - are you some sort of telepath or something?"

"Yes...actually, that is accurate," she said, raising an eyebrow herself. "I did not know that my condition was so widespread out of my own species."

"It's not. I was - what are you, anyway?"

"I am a Cerinian."

Almost as expected, Fox's eyebrows nearly shot off his forehead at the name. Krystal was used to that. When she revealed her species to those that knew it, they were often quite surprised. That was the problem with being one of the few - perhaps only - survivors of a planet-ending event.

She sighed, shaking her head as she stepped around him, feeling the sun on her fur and trying to focus on that instead. The warmth that it left on her shoulders, her face, her breasts, was a nice change compared to the constant chill of the mountains. Instead of explaining, she nodded towards the temple in the distance.

"Tricky will be talking without us there. Considering the attitudes that some of the herbivores have towards...meat-eaters...we might want to be there ourselves."

"...Yeah..."

Fox followed the blue vixen, his libido fighting with his common sense as he tried to make what she said add up in his head.

Okay, telepathy is bad enough, and she might be reading what you're thinking right now. In which case, don't think of breasts. Do not think of her breasts.

That was more than a bit difficult, considering he was getting some boob from side to side as she walked, but looking down started putting other images in his mind. The idea of flipping that loincloth, of looking beneath, of asking for a belated price for saving her -

He would have slapped himself if he could. He really would have.

A Cerinian, though...

That matched up with the telepathy thing, considering that they were known for that sort of thing, but the fact that there was still one left in the galaxy at large...hell, in the universe, for that matter, was more than a little surprising. They were supposed to be all wiped out, disappeared, and yet, here one was.

She matched the description, too. A warrior folk that were nonetheless rather genteel, the sort that were civilized about who they fought, ones that had blue fur and a physique that resembled foxes.

Resembled them too much for his libido to differentiate between her and his own species, for that matter. He groaned as he felt the fantasies rising again, remembering what he had wanted to do with her when he found her in the cave. Stars, the thought of her under him, feeling that muzzle around his cock, or those breasts wrapped around his knot, or even better -

SMACK!

Krystal turned as he rubbed his cheek after slapping himself.

"What did you do that for?"

"You don't want to know." He gestured for her to keep leading on.

As they crossed the river, submerging most of her assets in the water - and thankfully chilling his hard-on before it could get worse - he thought about how this impacted the mission. There weren't supposed to be other outsiders on the planet, at least as far as the brief had gone, and Pepper had been clear about wanting to keep this whole thing a secret. That was out the window now that there was someone else here, even if she did seem to be a bit on the primitive side.

I'll have to play this by ear, see how it goes.

And that was if she hadn't just read it all out of his head already. That was going to be a pain in the ass...

Krystal was deliberately avoiding the buzzing thoughts that were coming from behind her. She knew that it was impolite for her to read them, but the 'louder' that Fox thought, the more tempting that it became. Ever since she mentioned that she was a telepath, he'd gotten buzzier back there, almost like a beehive of frantic mental noise. It took great effort to block him out, to keep him from affecting her.

It didn't help that some little bits got through, mostly thoughts of her. She couldn't quite make out the full extent of those thoughts, but she could tell that they were mostly regarding various styles of mating. She was rather flattered that he was so interested so quickly, but she didn't let them settle. They were not the sort of things that a warrior thought about, particularly as they were not that different in species.

If he does lay with me, I could have a child, she thought. And that would mean that he would take my ability to fight from me.

That was not something that she would allow. Not now, for sure, and probably not for quite some years in the future.

But there are other ways we can...

Krystal came to a sudden stop as they climbed out of the river, blinking.

"What's the matter? You see something?" Fox asked.

"...No. Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"...Alright. You want me to take point?"

"Yes, please. For now."

The blue vixen shook her head. That had been an inappropriate thought if ever there was one, thinking of the different things that she and Fox could do that would be pleasurable, but not result in breeding. She burned in embarrassed indignation as she remembered what the Krazoa spirit had done to her in the shrine, how it had 'tested' her, and how it had pleased her breasts, her feet, her sex, her...her other hole...

There were many ways that one could pleasure another, and she had just done one of them recently, using her hand on another. She knew that it could be done, and...

No. We barely know each other. That is not what either of us are here for, and that is that.

Krystal pushed the thoughts down, crunching them into oblivion. It was something to consider later, if at all.

They reached the temple, the bodies of several Sharpclaw waiting for them on the ground. She looked at one, then the other, and saw no cuts, no broken bones. Nothing that implied that they had been fought with blade or staff.

"How did they die?"

"With this."

Fox held up something metallic, small and compact, with a long pointed end and a little curved handle towards the base. She cocked her head to the side, and he blinked.

"You don't know what it is?"

"I do not."

"It's called a blaster. You kill people with it."

"How?"

"This." He pointed to a lever inside of a curved bit of metal. "When I pull back on this, it shoots out a laser. A, uh, a bolt of light that can cut right through skin and scales and metal."

"It casts lightning?"

"Close enough."

"...Dangerous."

"That's the point."

"I approve."

"Heh. Well, thanks."

She smiled, following behind. Perhaps he was not the warrior that she was at close range, but the ability to take down an enemy from afar had long been respected among her people. To do that regularly, with great power, was something that they would find useful during their journey.

Entering the temple, they found the two large, horned dinosaurs conversing with one another. She was able to pick the language out of their minds, and she leaned over to start translating. However, before the first word was out of her mouth, she heard the buzzing of something else saying the same words.

"What is that?" she whispered.

"Translator device."

"You have strange possessions."

"Hey, I'm not a telepath, so I need someone else to tell me what they're saying."

"That is fair."

They leaned against the cavern wall as the prince and the queen talked to one another. They were mostly catching up, it seemed, and she could tell that the crying and emotional meet-up had been completed. As well, she could sense that Tricky was hiding the fear of what happened to his mother, as well as the anger that he felt for it happening at all.

But under that...

Krystal narrowed her eyes. The queen had obviously told the prince to do something, because there was a different anger under the one of pain. This was an anger of frustration, of being told to do something that one didn't want to do.

However, before she could say anything -

"Alright. We found your son. Now, let's talk about what the hell I'm supposed to do with all the islands floating in space," Fox said.

The two royals looked back at him, Tricky blinking, the mother looking rather annoyed. She opened her mouth -

"And if you give me more crap about how me being allowed to be here is a reward, your majesty, then let me remind you that I didn't have to go and get your son."

"...You forced him to rescue me, mom?" Tricky asked.

"It was...a necessary threat," the queen admitted. "I needed you here. I needed you to fulfill your duties to your people, to the planet."

Fox resisted rolling his eyes at that. He knew better than to think that this was going to be resolved just because of the prince being brought back. Whatever was going on, the prince was just one piece of the puzzle. Everything else -

Krystal huffed, interrupting his thought process. He looked at her, eyebrow raised, and she looked back at him. After a moment, he heard her in his head, voice soft and gentle, but still actually in his head, rather than coming through his ears.

She is upset at the lack of Earthwalker control. They have an alliance that protects all of the prey species, and the Sharpclaw are threatening that alliance. Not having him here would have risked fragmenting that alliance, that control.

Ah. It was that kind of thing. He hadn't thought that there would have been something of that kind of government in such a primitive society, but then again, he had been underestimating people all along. He needed to get his head out of his ass about that.

Looking back at the queen and her son, he crossed his arms.

"You're not in a position to be making a lot of demands right now. Either of you. I don't know where your husband is, but I bet that he's not in a position to help you, either. Whatever government you have right now is hanging on by the skin of its teeth, right?"

"...You are not...incorrect, meat-eater," the queen said.

"Then do you really want to push the only soldier you got right now?"

"You are far from the only warrior that I can summon."

"Yeah, she's got me," Tricky said.

"The prince that got caught?" Fox asked. "No offense, but you had to be saved. How much training have you had, huh? A year? Three?"

"...Three...Three months," Tricky admitted.

"That's what I thought." He shook his head. "Look. I don't know what your problems are, your majesty, but if you want to try and manipulate me, keep in mind that I still have a ship out there. I can leave anytime I want. The only reason I'm still here is because I have a problem of my own that needs fixing. If you can help with that, I can give you a bit of help with your problems on the way. Otherwise, I'll just have to find someone else that can help me."

The triceratops both glared at him, though the queen had a great deal more fury behind hers than Tricky did. He imagined that the prince was mostly doing this because of his mom, trying to live up to something. All monarchs had something to prove, and if Tricky had only gotten a few months of training at his age...well, that was rather telling. Most people that age would have had at least a few scraps by now, gone into war, or done something. This prince probably hadn't done any of that.

Eventually, though, the queen nodded.

"I will...assist you. What do you wish to know?"

"How the hell do I get to the islands in space? They're not supposed to be there, I know that much."

"No...no, they are not."

The elder female sighed, shaking her head. Struggling, she pushed her forelegs up, managing to get herself upright with a bit of help from her son.

"The world has been ripped to pieces by the power of General Scales and his clan. They have been at war with us for some time, but until recently, we had managed to hold the line. Now, however..."

"They took Krazoa Palace, and they've been pushing you back ever since," Krystal interrupted.

"...Yes..." The queen shook her head. "We have little more than rumors, since the war is raging so hot, but we have heard that there have been losses in the other lands."

"You've 'heard' there's been losses? I thought you were the army?" Fox asked.

"We can only protect so many at a time. We have been forced to consolidate our forces, pulling them back little by little. There are some that must be sacrificed for this."

Fox slowly nodded. That was the way of war, unfortunately. The harder that you fought, and the stronger that your enemy was, the more that you had to sacrifice for an eventual victory. Or, at the very least, to avoid the most crushing of defeats. Limited numbers meant that you had to prioritize what to save, what to sacrifice.

It was part of war, and he understood that.

"Then what have you heard?" he asked.

"The first to fall were the Snowhorn tribe, those that worked the Dark-Ice Mines. Scales struck them hard, and struck them first. If Garunde Te still lives, he can tell you more."

"Garunde Te?"

"I know who she means," Krystal said. "If she can send us to the Wastes, I can find him."

"You?" the queen asked. "But you know -"

"I know enough. How do we get there?"

It took some negotiation, but the queen eventually agreed to give them an escort to the Snowhorn Wastes. Krystal had been hoping for a bit more than that, but considering how closed-off the queen was, she supposed it was as good as they were going to get.

And better than some of the alternatives, by far. She had read the queen's thoughts, feeling no compunction about that, and had seen the anger and even fury that the monarch felt towards Fox's bluntness.

If they had not had the leverage they did, as well as the gratitude of having saved her son, she imagined that the queen would have tried to sentence them to death.

The fear of predators is truly overpowering in this world, she thought. It has gone further than it should.

They left the temple, the pair of them making their way down to the river once more. Krystal sat on the bank, kicking her legs back and forth in the water, feeling it slide and trickle between her toes. It was a nice sensation, one that was not that different from the strange tentacles and tendrils of the Krazoa spirit across her body.

She snapped that thought back before it could go further, not wanting to humiliate herself by showing urges right then. The blue-furred vixen leaned back, looking up at the sky instead.

Then Fox sat down beside her. Once more, he refused to look at her, his eyes fixed on the river instead. She shook her head.

"Does my appearance bother you?"

"Huh?"

"You refuse to look at me when I can see you. Why?"

"Well, um..."

He gestured at her chest. She arched an eyebrow.

"My exposed breasts bother you?"

"It's not what people usually do."

"Why?"

"Because it...gives ideas."

"Mating ideas?"

"Ha! Never heard it said that way, but yeah."

The vixen looked down at her chest. She had not thought of them as that arousing before the experience with the spirit, when he had forced her to strip, to expose herself in a way that she had not done for another male, or even herself. She remembered how it had felt to have the tendrils rubbing her, teasing her, pulling at her nipples.

The memory, in turn, stirred certain needs, making her nipples rise up against her fur, showing through the blue and white strands. Fox chose that moment to look up, and his cheeks burned again.

"You like showing them off?"

"I do not dislike it," she admitted.

"Why? I thought you Cerinians were supposed to be all...genteel. Sophisticated."

"Sophistication is not merely a way of turning your nose up at things. It is a way of treating what you encounter with grace."

"And that includes..."

He gestured at her near-naked self, and Krystal tried to play it off. She had been attempting to get used to the exposure for some time, and had tried to forget her own excitement at the initial feeling of being so...free, so feral when she had lost her footwear and her bra. Yet, at the same time, she blushed slightly at the feeling of him staring at her, almost feeling that excitement come back.

"It includes everything, though I will admit this is...something new."

"But...you didn't say if you did like it, just that you didn't dislike it."

"You are observant. Not quite so observant as to notice that you are showing your own...appreciation...for it, however," she said, pointing down.

Just like that, Fox pulled his legs back up, pushing his thighs together to hide the bulge that had been growing between his legs. She bit off a chuckle, keeping it to a small smile instead as she tried to focus on herself.

The spirit had said that she needed to remain pure, whatever that might have meant. She needed to focus on her own mission, to be dedicated to it.

The spirit did not mean pure in body, however. She had not gotten quite that feeling from him. Instead, she imagined that he meant pure of mind, pure of focus, pure in intent. She was not to lose herself to lust, to become nothing but the creatures that some of the Sharpclaw imagined her to be.

Like the one in the tunnel, that had fingered her and then wished for more, who had hoped that she would give in to him and allow him to mount her like some breeding girl. She had been...tempted.

Tempted, but she had not given in, she reminded herself.

Shaking her head, Krystal looked at her companion again. He was a strange man, and stranger for the fact that she was holding back from reading his thoughts out of respect for another warrior. Yet, for all that, he seemed capable of restraining himself, even though his modesty was quite strange for the excitement that he felt. There was a difference between him and the others, and it fascinated her.

As did the thought of him atop her. That...

The wind blew through the Hollow, tickling her hard nipples in the process. She gasped softly, and Fox groaned.

"Oh, this is gonna be great..."

"Pardon?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"There is obviously something." She smiled, going so far as to gesture with one hand towards her breasts. "Perhaps two somethings?"

"Oh, there's a lot more than two..."

"What is the matter with you? Truly?"

"I'm surprised you're not reading my mind."

"I am blocking myself from that. I do not wish to break the privacy of another warrior."

Fox blinked, slowly turning to stare at her. He opened his mouth, closed it, then shook his head.

"You don't make sense, lady."

"Is one obligated to?"

"...I guess not, heh."

He smiled, starting to lie down, only to stop himself as his bulge started to show once more. As he blushed again, trying to adjust it, Krystal covered her muzzle to hide her growing smile. Despite his obvious experience as a warrior and his experience as a lover - she had not missed the way that he'd angled his hips with the sharpclaw warrior on the mountain, or how he'd used his length to tease as much as he had to dominate - he was completely out of his depth with her.

Somehow, she had the edge here, and she rather liked the feeling.

On instinct, she reached down and ran her hand along his thigh. Fox groaned, shaking his head, but she kept rubbing. Her fingers dragged up along his thigh, drawing over his pants to his crotch, and her finger flicked against the metal that held it together there.

"Do you fear me?"

"I am trying to respect you."

"And does that respect insist on keeping things hidden?"

"Not much point in that, considering what you found me doing up there."

"Then why hold it back?"

"It's...the right thing to do?"

Even without reading his thoughts, she could tell that he was questioning that. She couldn't blame him; she was questioning a lot of her own ideals right then.

While it was not uncommon for males on her home planet to have things on display, much as the females did, there was not a habit of flaunting them. Even when she had been among her own people, she had not had the urge to show off the way that she did now, and walking around with her breasts out would have been rather...unacceptable, and to go about barefoot would have been seen as rather dirty.

Yet, here she was, doing it not just around the more bestial dinosaurs, but around someone that was arguably as civilized as she was. And she was considering taking it further, as she dragged her fingers along his bulge, over the metal - the zipper, she picked up by accident - that held it back.

I'm changing, she thought. This is...easier than it should be...

Yet, at the same time, there was a part of her that wanted this, that hungered to see what he had to offer. The lack of satisfaction earlier with the Sharpclaw guardian, combined with the teasing water currents, and the wind across her bare skin, had left her hungry for something to give her true satisfaction. Her sex was wet beneath her loincloth, she realized, and she was slowly grinding her thighs together.

She wanted this, and she wanted it more than was healthy for her.

Looking at Fox's face, she held his stare, waiting for him to tell her to stop. She ran her fingers over his zipper one more time, pulling on it, dragging it down ever so slightly, then slightly more, slightly more. He could have stopped her at any time, made her pull her hand back. He could have asked her, pleaded, commanded her to stop, and she would have.

He didn't, and soon, his shaft popped out.

Her eyes dropped down as she felt it press against her hand, and her mouth spread in a smile. It was not as intimidatingly large as the Sharpclaw were, but it was a nice handful. Bigger than the males that she had seen long ago, bigger than the average Cerinian male. His knot was already half-inflated, eager for the touch of another, and his tip was already a bit wet, too, shimmering and shiny with more than water.

She slowly leaned down toward it, reclining on her side as she leaned over his lap. Fox was staring at her the whole time, and she could hear his breath speeding up, feel his pulse rushing through his flesh.

I am in control, she thought. So long as I am in control, others cannot make me less than pure. So long as I am the one taking charge, I'm going to be just fine...

She leaned in, breathing in his scent from the tip of his shaft, taking in the soft musk of another male so closely related to her species. The scent was better than what she got from the Sharpclaw gatekeeper, and she licked her lips as she leaned in, her nose barely an inch from his shaft, her tongue closer still -

Thump, thump, thump.

Pausing, the vixen looked back towards the temple. Two great shadows were lumbering from under it, and she knew that their time had come. Their escort was due to arrive shortly.

Fox jumped up, pulling his pants back up, and she felt a flash of embarrassment so strong come off of him that she felt the same. It was strange, and yet...

Erotic, in a way. As if getting caught might have felt better still. Krystal cocked her head to the side as Fox hurried towards the temple, apparently eager to get started, while she was still in the midst of her own strange hungers.

To be seen mating...is exciting? she thought, trying to puzzle out what she had felt from Fox. Yet, he feels shame at the idea? He is a very strange man...

The End