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Panther was just one of Krystal's many conquests aboard the Great Fox. Virtually her entire crew, men and women alike, had suffered through being in bed with her. From the lowly engineers to the skillful navigators, she had run the whole gauntlet of sexual encounters. Very few came close to giving her what she desired, and the few that did still fell short. More often than not she spent nights with ROB64, abusing his sexual functions until his poor batteries ran out or his vibrating dildos, always the largest ones he had available, outright broke beyond repair.

She saved the pilots for last. She didn't want her sexual drive to get in the way of their professional relationships, but the dwindling hopes of finding satisfaction in any of the other crew made it so she found herself in her squadmates' beds. Fox was the man she loved, yet he was the one she decided to court last. Ironically, it was purely out of love that she chose not to fuck him. Every man she had had sex with had become an object for her, nothing more than a sack of meat with a dick attached to make her cum, or at least try. So many men had their pride wounded by their failure to please her. That wasn't a burden she wanted to place on Fox.

Her sex drive was so otherwordly that she had weaponized it. The Sharpclaw army found itself on its knees not from military defeat at the hands of a disciplined army but because they had been humiliated by their inability to please her. She'd gone into their camp, proudly proclaimed that none of them were man enough to please her, and proved it man by man, all in one night. She even went into General Scales's bed, only to emasculate him by withholding any orgasms and making him cum until his balls were dry and his dick chafed. She found it all quite dull, and had effectively drained the morale of an entire army. Of course, she didn't tell anybody about it and let Fox take all of the credit once the Sharpclaws were finally defeated.

By the time she was an official pilot for Star Fox she had accrued a Wilt Chamberlain-tier body count. Thousands of men had felt the womanly embrace of her cunt, a very select few had felt her cum, and not one of them had made her come out of it pleased. Now she was down to just three more options: the confident Falco Lombardi, the dangerous Wolf O'Donnell, and her beloved Fox McCloud. Falco was her next target. She found him in one of the Great Fox's lounges, leaned back on a couch with his legs kicked up on the coffee table in front of him. He was chatting with a friend of his, Pig, an engineer who performed maintenance on his plane. The two men were laughing about something, Krystal didn't know what. That didn't matter. She was about to put an end to it.

She walked up from behind the pig and laid a paw on his shoulder. He stopped and looked up at her. His smile faded instantly and he grew quiet. He was one of Krystal's former bed partners, one of the many who weren't quite up to par physically. "Hey there, Pig. Do you mind if I borrow Falco from you for a few minutes?"

Pig didn't respond. Ever since their rendezvous he had tried everything to avoid her. Falco sensed the tension and spoke up. "Him and I were talking about something."

"I know, there's just something you and I have to talk about too, something important." She spoke to Pig as much as she did Falco. Pig got the message and stood up. He told Falco that he'd catch him around, and left the two alone. Krystal thanked him and waltzed over to the couch where Falco was and sat down next to him. She was wearing her flight suit which didn't leave her feminine form to the imagination. Her tail performed a flourish as she sat down. Falco just stared at her. He had an inkling of what she wanted, but didn't want to jump to any conclusions. "Sorry for interrupting you two. There's something I wanted to ask you." She tilted towards him and kept her chest pointed at his face. It did the trick and drew his gaze.

He cleared his throat and forced himself to look her in the eyes. "And what might that be?"

"I was feeling awfully lonely, is all. I was wondering if you'd join me in my room or in yours for some time together."

He blinked. He knew she was a slut, but didn't think she was this direct about it. "Well, that uhh... That sounds nice." He pulled his feet off the table and rubbed his chin with his blue feathered fingers. "Does uh... Does Fox know what you're doing?"

She didn't know, but she knew everyone else did. All of the other people in the lounge were turned in their seats watching them. Krystal was aware, but didn't care. "Don't worry about him. Do you think it's some kind of secret who I have and haven't slept with on this ship? Only you, Wolf, and him are left. Haven't you been waiting your turn?"

You're damn right I have. "Yeah, but it ain't no big deal," he said with a shrug. He kicked his ankle onto his knee and leaned back. "You fuck whoever you want. If I ain't one of them, I don't care."

She saw through that lie clearly. She scooted closer until her thigh touched his. "I care. I haven't been doing you or the other guys on our team 'cause I didn't want to ruin the bond we had, but it's super tough 'cause I think you're sexy. I've wanted to be with you since I met you."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Is that so? So why are you with Fox?"

"Because I think he's a good partner, though I'm not so sure about his skills as a lover. He's handsome and he's kind, but nice guys finish last, or not at all. You're way more confident in the air than him. I'm wondering if you're the same way in bed."

Falco's face turned red. He took a breath and noticed how many people were watching. They all looked away once he saw them. He sat upright again and spoke in a hushed tone. "I might be. Maybe I can show you a good time better than any of these fellas. Wanna find out?"

She hooked her arm into his wing. "I thought you'd never ask. Lead the way, handsome~"

Falco smirked. "Follow me, gorgeous." He stood up and led her to his quarters. They passed several crewmates along the way, each one registering what was going on. Some of them smirked, a few of them winked, most of them just looked straight ahead and pretended that they didn't see anything. Krystal didn't mind them. Falco wanted more of them to see. They made it to his door where he pressed a button on the panel next to it, sliding it open vertically. He held his arm out. "After you."

She strode into the center of his room and watched him step inside. He closed the door, stepped up to her, and wrapped his arms around her. She placed her paws on his jacket, over his pecs. Even through the coarse denim she could feel how firm his muscles were. She enjoyed how green his eyes were, like rings of jade. The fiery red marks around his eyes were bright against his shiny blue feathers. He was pleasing to look at, but she didn't get her hopes up. As her previous partner, as well as many other men, had proven, looks hardly made up for skill.

"You know, I thought you'd never go after me or the other guys in the wing," he said, referring to the squadron.

"I didn't either, but the rest of the crew here got old fast."

"Pig told me you and him did it."

"Oh? What else did he say?"

Falco smirked. "He said you were even better lookin' naked."

Of course that was all he said. Boys were too proud to admit it when they couldn't handle a woman. "That was awfully sweet of him. Wanna see if he was right?"

"You bet your sweet ass I do."

She snorted. It was easy to act confident, not so much when she was done with them. "Alright." She stepped back and unzipped her flight suit down the middle. It split open to reveal her bra-covered chest. She shrugged the shoulders off and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. It crumpled down her legs and she stepped out of them. She put her paws on her hips and stuck them out to the side with a cheeky flick of her tail. "Well? What do you think?"

He nodded. "I like what I see, although you ain't quite naked just yet."

"Ah, ah... Let me see more of you first. Show me what the big and bad Falco is packing."

"Yes ma'am~" He pulled his jacket off and tossed it aside. He crossed his arms in front of his stomach, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and lifted it off and over his head. Like a theater curtain it revealed his marvelously crafted abdomen which was studded neatly by thick knobs of muscle. His pecs were squared like bricks and his arms were strewn with veins. All that remained above his chest were his dog tags, something she predicted would stay on during sex. He slid his boots off and dropped his cargo pants. All that remained were his briefs which were noticeably swollen by his manhood. A good sign, Krystal thought. He stopped there. "Alright, your turn."

She unclasped her bra and let it fall down her arms to the floor. Her aqualine nipples stiffened in the cool AC. She took off her panties, finally proving Pig's description of her as true. Falco didn't know what to say, he was so enamored. He didn't have to say anything. The way his eyes traveled up and down her body was compliment enough. "Your turn," she said.

"Yeah, right." He quickly took off his underwear, joining her in her nudity. His penis was starting to come out of its sheath. Just the tip was free, but it already showed promise. Krystal got up close and cupped his scrotum which was nice and heavy with his man fruit. She fondled them sweetly, enticing more of his shaft to come out. He cupped her breast to return the favor, but she ignored him. She was focused on gauging his manhood, something that was more prescient than foreplay. His cock came forward inch by inch. It was a soft pink and conical like the thorn of a rose. She stroked it with her other paw until it finally hit its peak, a nicely long pillar of dense meat that pulsed within her fingers. It was relieving to see. Cumming on it shouldn't be a challenge.

"Like what you see?" he asked, leering his beak towards her cheek.

I've seen bigger, but you'll do. "I definitely do~" She pulled her body into his. With his cock pressed against the side of her hip she kissed him. He had no lips, but rather a tough beak. He made up for it with a sweet brush of the tongue across and into her mouth. She murred and rubbed his cock. Her other paw snaked around his back and grabbed a nice chunk of his ass. They sparred their tongues, swirling the tips around together like a pair of dancing snakes. Their breaths mingled and fanned across their chins. Every inhale was like absorbing the aura of the other. Falco's cock flexed in her grasp. The heat between her legs intensified.

Falco stopped kissing and took a breath. "Ah, you kiss tongues pretty good for a mammal."

She laughed. "I'm afraid you're not the first birdman I've made love with."

He laughed too. "I didn't think so. You ain't the first mammal girl I've been with either."

"I don't doubt that either. You're quite the ladies man, aren't you?"

"I think I'll let you be the judge of that."

She looked down at his chest and ran a finger around the border of his peck. It was like sliding her finger down the crease between two bricks on a wall. "I'd say so. Think you can make me feel like a woman?"

He frowned. "Don't think I can?"

You'd be the first. "I do, but a lot of guys fall short. They think that 'cause I'm a slut that I'm easy to please. They don't put in the effort necessary."

The nostrils on his beak flared. "I ain't one of them guys, don't worry about it."

She smooched the tip of his nose. "I'm not, but why don't you take me to bed and prove it to me?"

He gave her another once over, sizing her up. Was she really that tall of an order? Or was she all talk? Falco wasn't bothered either way. There wasn't a gal he hadn't pleased. No way Krystal would be any different. "Join me on the bed. I'll prove it to you, sweetheart." He made it over to the bed and climbed on. He stood on his knees with his cock jutting out from his loins arrogantly, waiting for her company. She waltzed over and climbed on, sitting on her knees in front of him.

She smiled at him patiently, ready to test his ego even more. "Well, I'm here. What are you gonna do now?"

He beckoned her over. "Get closer and I'll show you." She waddled closer and stood up on her knees with him. He wrapped one arm around her back and pulled her in. He grabbed his penis, slid it underneath her crotch, and hugged her. She shimmered with delight and closed her thighs on him. She felt his heat against the very lowest point of her buttocks. The small but significant pulse of his heart was pleasant on her quim. Already she was wet, getting the topside of his cock moist and exciting the both of them.

They resumed tongue kissing. She rolled and squirmed on his cock, teasing herself. He helped by humping slowly. The pink tip of his cock peeked in and out from between her butt behind her like a lewd game of whack-a-mole. She hummed with delight. Teensy spasms rumbled across her inner thigh. "It's gonna drive me crazy if you keep doing that," she huffed into his mouth.

"That's what I'm trying to do, baby. I want you to be nice and ready for the main event."

"Mmm, take your time. I love it when a boy makes me nice and buttery like that." She left out the part where that was pretty much mandatory. "Keep doing that. I'll let you know when I'm ready." They calmly resumed their tongue kissing. Falco's feathery arms traveled up, down, and around her body, squeezing and pinching every soft corner that he could find. Krystal was content to honk his butt where she could feel his glutes clenching with every soft hump. It wasn't long before she was practically dripping with arousal. Falco was a hot piece. She realized that she should've tried him before Panther. "Ahh, think you can put that sweet mouth of yours somewhere else?" she asked.

He opened his eyes and looked at her solemnly, as if taken aback. "I sure can." He looked down at her groin. His cock was still lodged against it between her thighs, leaving the bottom inch of his rod visible. He was imagining every other crew member's dick inside of her, one after the other. He was no slut shamer, but he hesitated to wonder how long ago she had been occupied.

She read his mind. "Don't want to put that mouth somewhere dirty, do you?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"No! Well..."

"It's alright. You don't have to." She came off of him, separating their intimates with a barely audible skwish. The top of his dick was shiny with her fluids. She sat on her knees and sighed. "I didn't think you'd be that great at it anyway."

He scowled. What the fuck did she just say? "Hey, don't say that. You don't think I've gone down on a girl before?"

"I bet you have, but not on a dirty girl like me."

His scowl softened. "I don't think you're dirty."

"Then why won't you try it?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't." His voice escalated with impatience. His dick was starting to go soft.

"OK then, big guy." She fell backwards onto the mattress and opened her legs for him. Her quim was a gnarly slit of bluish flesh, hot and wet like a marsh in the summer. The smell burned in his nose and reinvigorated his erection. She slid her paw down over her crotch and formed a V with her fingers, flanking her cunt and spreading it open to reveal her deep, welcoming cavern. "Give me a try~"

He didn't like how challenging she was. Pig didn't mention anything like this. Maybe because she knew Falco was the big hotshot who took every challenge head on and told every doubt in his mind to fuck off. She was irking his competitive side and getting him fiery. He hated how well it was working. Whatever. This bitch wants a show? She'll fucking get it. He crawled down onto his belly and brought his face between her thighs. The raunchy smell of her feminism was strong enough to make his eyes water. His cock throbbed in between his tummy and the comforter, desiring action. In a little bit. We got a bit of a task in front of us right now. He could make out her every fold and crease. Her little blue pearl glistened at him menacingly. He gulped, closed his eyes, and kissed her flower.

Krystal purred, more from satisfaction out of seeing him go to work than the pleasant sensation that accompanied it. She laid her head back down on the pillow. "Ohh, that's nice~" She pulled her knees onto his shoulders and touched her toes together on his back, forming a chevron. She massaged the feathery crest on the back of his head with both her paws. He looked even more handsome with his head between her legs. "That's it... Mmmm, yes~"

Falco scowled with effort. He lashed his tongue in a broad circle, wiping it across her thick, fleshy curtain. Tiny muscles quivered against his face. The first real coos came out of her. He slid his tongue deeper. He probed her insides with polite jabs and flicks. He found the g-spot, a stiff conjunction of spongey nerves. He kept his tongue there, twirling it in tiny loops. That got a reaction out of her. Her legs scissored more tightly around his neck. Her head sunk into the pillow and her back arched. He felt her claws scrape against the back of his scalp.

Sure, it felt good, but it wasn't what she needed. If he wanted to prove himself capable, he was going to have to do a little more. A little goading would do the trick. "Ahh... That's sweet, baby... Ohh... Yeah... Think you can do- Ah! A little better? Ahah..."

His eyes opened and glowered up at her through the valley of her breasts. He knew very well what she was doing, trying to prod his ego into going crazy on her. Alright, you want it? Hear it comes, bitch. He hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled them in tighter. He hugged his beak to her cunt, smothering himself. His tongue went deeper, then quickly retracted to her clit where it started doing spasmodic tricks. That did a number on her, making her gasp sharply and reflexively grab two fistfuls of his head feathers.

She managed to laugh in spite of the many gasps and moans escaping her. "Ahah! Ahhhhhh... Huhhhh! Yes~ That's what I wanted... Huhhh... Yes! Yes~" She pushed his face deeper into her crotch. She humped her hips and gripped his head with her thighs like a saddle. She belted her enjoyment loudly, feeling like there was a glowing hot charcoal of pleasure being left on her cunny.

Falco thought he was gonna drown. Any tighter and her thighs would pop his head off his shoulders. He bore it the best that he could, maintaining the siege on her sensitive clit and making her sing like a soprano. He was gonna make her cum her brains out, that way he could shut her up for good.

That mission was accomplished once her voice became a caterwaul. Her hips bucked sporadically and her tummy caved in on itself. Her entire lower half started to vibrate. Her mouth was gaped as far as it would reach. Her cunt gushed a thickish serving of cream that swept across the inside of his mouth and still-flicking tongue. Her taste was like copper and liquor, draining all the way down into his throat and settling like water into the soil.

Her orgasm gradually tuckered out and her legs slacked off of his head. He immediately pulled his head free and gasped for air. White cream was painted across his beak, clogging one nostril and strung between his bird lips. "Ahhh... Ahhh... Damn, Krystal..." His jaw and tongue were both terribly sore. They had performed quite the workout. "Was that everything you hoped for?"

Krystal was drunk with ecstasy. Everything around her womanhood glowed with delight, continuing the quivers within her core and thighs. It still wasn't enough. "Yeah, it was. Think you can do that again, this time without your mouth?"

Of course she would pose another challenge for him. This one, on the other hand, was gonna be more fun. "You bet I can." He wiped his mouth with his arm and knelt upright, once again showing off his cock in its full glory. "You think that was sweet, just you wait."

He talked a big game, but he was already tired, evident by his somewhat heavy breathing. Krystal thought she saw sweat building up on his feathers. We'll see about that. "Show me, then." She flopped over and got on her paws and knees. She cocked her tail over to the side, presenting her plush ass and gaping pussy. "Show me just how sweet you can be~"

Now this was a challenge Falco could get behind, literally. He scooted up to her and positioned himself. He grabbed his cock and grazed it along her velvet opening. No need for teasing this time. This bitch was ready. He slipped inside with almost no resistance. He took a deep breath, absorbing her sweet grip. He grabbed on to her hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other. He pulled back to his very end and thrusted home, slapping her backside with a pronounced plap. He would pull his hips back, push her forward by the hip, then coincide the return thrust with a firm pull on her shoulder. Plap plap plap. He hit a smooth rhythm, not fast, not slow. He used as much length as possible, making sure to hit her backside every time.

It wasn't enough. "Mmm, harder~" Krystal moaned.

He sped up and went deeper. Plap plap plap.

"Huhhh... harder..."

He sped up and went deeper. Plap. Plap. Plap.

"Ohh... Fuck... Come on now... Harder, baby..."

A look of confused horror came over his face. "Are you sure?" he huffed.

"I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't. Mmf. Harder. Fuck me harder... God..."

"Alright then." His grip on her hip and shoulder grew tighter, sinking his fingers into her flesh. "Here it comes." He cocked his ass back full tilt, shoved her forward, and slammed her back down with a great heave and heroic thrust powered by the clench of his haunches. The resulting slaps were loud and meaty. PLAP PLAP PLAP. The only thing louder was Krystal's moaning.

"Ohhhh... Yes! Hahahhhh.... Ohhh, fuck... That's it... Yes... Ughhhhh..." Her whole body rocked with each mighty plunge. Her voice hiccuped with each impact. The bed beneath them creaked and moaned under the stress. This was good, very good, but the deeper part of her mind doubted if he could keep it up for much longer.

Falco was wondering the same thing, albeit far more outwardly. His face was twisted under the strain. Beads of sweat were piling down his face already. He was burning way more energy than the pleasure was worth. No girl he'd ever been with was so demanding so early on. Was she like this with every guy? It didn't matter. He was gonna make her cum even if it killed him. With his heart ready to explode in his chest, that started to look like a real possibility.

Fortunately for him Krystal felt the approach of another orgasm on the way. The bonfire was lit and growing fast, threatening to light ablaze the forest surrounding it. Her tongue lolled out from her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head. This was pure bliss. The doubts that Falco wasn't good enough started to melt away, replaced by a glowing joy of having finally found the right someone, her knight in shining armor, her supremely gifted hunk who could give her the orgasms she had sought for so very long.

She finally came, and found out the hard way how disappointing it would all turn out to be. Falco, for all of his finesse and athleticism, couldn't maintain a steady thrust, at least not at that speed and force. His thrusts crumpled into chaos during the last moments leading to her climax, robbing her of the experience she was anticipating. Her pleasure peaked, her cunt squeezed, and her body spasmed. A very nasty groan bellowed from her maw, announcing Falco's success. Even so, she was without satisfaction.

Her finishing was a great triumph for him, but he didn't have too much time to gloat or celebrate before he too suffered through a climax. "Heeuuuuggghhhhaaaahhh~~~!!!" His bucking hips came to an abrupt stop, clamping to her ass and smushing his balls between their thighs. His ass and legs shook tremendously, almost giving out from beneath him. He'd burnt so much energy that the combined ache of his muscles and the exploding ecstasy was like a frothing clash of molten steel inside of him. Stars floated in his eyes. He made a pathetic whimpering sound. He almost passed out.

Just before he blinked out of reality, Krystal pulled off of him and lied down on her side. She could feel the warmth of his seed sloshing around her insides and oozing down the crease between her buttock and thigh. His normally proud penis slumped forwards, drowned in her pussy juices and dripping with cum. She gave him a complementary hum of delight, though it was feigned. "That was great. You were really sweet."

He sat back and took a moment to collect himself. He didn't look like he knew where he was. "Yeah... Yeah... That felt really good. Holy shit... Ahh..."

She smirked, happy to see him so vulnerable. Naturally she would take advantage of that. "Mmmm, I can't wait for you to do it again. How long until you're hard again?"

"Wh-wha..?" He already felt like taking a nap. He didn't think he could get hard again, let alone pop off another one. Pig, you didn't tell me everything, did you? He took a deep breath and sat upright. You can do this. "Not long, don't worry. Just show him some attention and he'll be up and at 'em." Even he could hear the uneasy shake in his voice.

Krystal rolled over onto her back. She reached out to him with her foot and pressed it to his limp cock. She rolled that rubbery hose around beneath her toes, playing with it. Falco winced. He'd never had a foot job before, he wasn't that kind of guy. He hoped she knew what she was doing. She did indeed, using every bit of dexterity in her toes to make sure he felt good. She squished him with her big toe, gently rolled the ball of her foot around, and playfully batted it back and forth. He had to admit, he kinda liked it. The cheeky look on her face helped too. Soon he was at half-chub, then full staff. A sharp ach stabbed down into his urethra, it felt like, but he was ready to go.

Krystal retracted her foot and opened her thighs. Her crotch was a nasty mess of both his and her slime. She rubbed her paws along her inner thighs invitingly. "Come here, hotshot. Show me if you can still be just as sweet~"

Falco wasn't smiling once he crawled over and mounted her. He grabbed his penis and accidentally boinked it around her crotch before landing home. He slid inside, feeling the welcoming squelch of his own cum. A shiver traveled up his spine. He gritted his jaw and went to work, humping her with increased force. He didn't bother going slow or easy. He wasn't about to let her tell him to go harder.

She smiled happily and held onto him tightly. Her chin rested on his shoulder. She sank her claws into his back. Her ankles rested just below where his ass pumped up and down wildly. All coordination and couth had been burned out of him, reducing his thrusts into something downright crazy. He was beyond doing what she needed him to do by this point, but she appreciated the effort. She moaned loudly, just past his ear, telling him that he was doing a good job.

He hoped he was, because by the time she came a second time he was all but wiped. He heard her cry out and felt her body quake beneath him. With his butt, thighs, and abs burning he immediately came to a stop. She wasn't having any of it. "Hey... I didn't say stop. You done already? Come on, I know you got more in you~"

He couldn't bite his tongue any longer. "You bitch..."

She cackled. "You know it."

He kept on fucking her, pushing his body to the absolute limit. He came too, sputtering to a halt while his penis let go of a few more drops. A sound like a dying animal echoed through the room, music to Krystal's ears. He peeled off of her by rolling to the side. Sweat had been sandwiched between them, glistening both of their trunks and joining the smorgasbord of bodily odors. His chest heaved with each pant. His lungs burned. His cock went limp and slunk back into his sheath a few more inches, ready to disappear for good.

Not if Krystal had anything to do with it. With as much energy as someone who just finished a cup of coffee she sprung upright, swung her leg over him and sat on his thighs. She started rubbing his cock, making him groan with pain. "Aww, what is it? Don't tell me you're done already. We've got the whole day ahead of us!"

He lifted a hand into the air blindly, as if to ward that evil witch off of her. "Krystal... Please..."

"Please? Please what? Make you cum again?"

"Noooo..."

"Don't worry, hotshot. Just a few more from me and we'll be done, OK?"

A few more, not one more. Falco wanted to die. He almost did by the time she was done with him, almost a full hour later. Like she had with Panther, and every other man (un)fortunate enough to be tallied on her body count, she milked him for every last drop he had left in him. She peeled off of him with a cunny full to the brim with his seed and puffy around the edges. She was pert like a bumblebee, having hardly broken a sweat. Falco was like a corpse, limbs splayed, jaw slack. His entire crotch was lathered with fluids.

"Ah, you were wonderful~" she told him as she hopped off the bed. She patted his leg. "If you ever want to do that again, just ask, alright?"

"Hnnnghh..." was his response.

She grinned. "Alright then. See ya round, hotshot."

* * *

Wolf was next on her hitlist, and her very last hope of finding an adequate lover on the ship. She saved him for last since lying with him would've been the deepest wound on Fox's pride, as many as she had probably created already. Wolf was his most ardent rival and former enemy. He had joined Star Fox out of necessity, not friendship, although the two men had recently been seeing eye to eye, much to the squadron's benefit. Krystal had mixed feelings about him. He was brash and arrogant, and not in a charming way either. Falco had the confidence of an athlete who was the best in his sport. Wolf had the confidence of a draconian general who knew none of his soldiers had the balls to disobey him, reminiscent of General Scales, whom she loathed.

That didn't hide the fact that he was ruggedly handsome and built like a locomotive. With only one eye he carried the demeanor of a grizzled veteran who knew how to handle even the most dangerous of predicaments. He was bulging with muscle from his shoulders down to his ankles, something Krystal liked to steal glimpses of whenever she had the chance. He wasn't very tall, about the same height as Fox, but he made up for every lost inch in raw, unwavering strength. Krystal found herself wondering what it was like to be carried over his shoulder and tossed around like a doll. It was about time she found out.

She found him in the gym, doing his daily bench presses. He was the only person there. Nobody got up as early as he did to work out. That was for the better. Krystal didn't want any onlookers, not that it was any kind of secret. He was on his back gripping a barbell loaded on both ends with huge black weights. His thick arms came up and down, pumping that heavy iron bar like it was nothing. The tendons in his forearms were bulging. The veins looked like jump rope. He was sweating buckets, inhaling loudly through his nose with each descent of the bar and grunting out of his mouth with each push.

Krystal stood by patiently, happy just to watch those enormous muscles go to work. He finished his set and set the bar back down on the rack. He let out a long sigh and sat up. His torso was top heavy with his pecs and arms. His traps looked like a set of shoulders on their own. He grabbed a white rag from between his thighs and wiped the sweat off of his face. He looked over at Krystal and gave her a toothy smile. "Hey there. What brings you here?" His voice was deep and strong, almost a growl.

"Oh, just thought I'd watch. I heard you get up early in the mornings to do this kind of thing. I wanted to see if it was true."

He hung his head and laughed to himself. He already knew where this was headed. "Funny, I've seen you in this gym plenty of times. You seem to do a lot of watching me. Wanna watch me on your own?"

"That sounds nice." She walked over to the bench next to him and sat down. Just a few feet away from him and she looked incredibly dainty. "Nobody to distract me. You're the hardest worker out of everyone on the ship. I may as well learn from you."

He rubbed his chin. His eyes wandered her body, as men's eyes had a habit of doing. "Oh? You're not gonna learn from Fox?"

"Fox teaches me how to be a good leader and a good pilot, but he could learn a thing or two about being a man from you~" She copied him and scanned his epic physique. "I think just about anyone could learn something from you. Why don't you teach me?"

His one eye narrowed. "You want me to teach you how to be a man?"

"You can, if that means teaching me what a man like you does to a woman like me."

His eyebrows shot up. He suspected her intentions, but didn't expect them so forthcoming and so soon. "Well, I can do that. Does Fox mind?"

She thought Wolf would be the last man to care about Fox. It went to show how much they had both matured. "Not at all. I'm sure he knows about what I've done with the other men on this ship, just like you do."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I do." He kicked his leg over the bench to face her head on. "I'm a big guy, you know. I don't wanna hurt you while giving you a 'lesson'"

General Scales said the exact same thing. Look how he turned out. "I'm a big girl. I think I can take it." She stood up. "Want to take me to your room?"

He grinned from ear to ear and stood up. "Follow me, sweet stuff." He walked her to his cabin. Krystal eyed his muscles the entire way, marveling at the breadth of his shoulders which swung gently underneath the straps of his tank top. They made it to his door which he opened for her. She stepped inside.

She hardly had a chance to process another thought before she was flying through the air. Wolf had snatched her by her midriff and launched her towards the bed where she landed with a bounce. "Oof!" She scurried onto her back and saw Wolf closing the door. There was a maniacal look in his eye when he turned around. He jutted his jaw and snorted through his nose. He grabbed the collar of his tank top, and with one mighty pull, shredded it clear off of him with his claws.

RRRRIIIIIIIIIIP

Krystal felt icy dread shiver through her body. What have I gotten myself into? She propped herself up on her shoulders and kept her legs bent, instinctively ready to run away if she needed to. Wolf gave the same treatment to his pants that he did his shirt, tearing the waistband apart like it was a rubber band. They plummeted to the floor limply. His underwear were his next victim, revealing a fat package of huge, swollen balls and a sheath fat enough to wield a monster. Already the bloody red tip of his penis was showing. If it matched anything close to the size of his balls, Krystal was in for a challenge.

He stomped closer to the bed, fingers hanging at his sides ready for more tearing. She waved at him to stop. "W-w-w-wait! I admire your enthusiasm, but please can I take my own clothes off?"

He closed his fists. "Hurry up," he grumbled.

Geez. Maybe he isn't as mature as I thought. She hastily pulled her shirt off and then her bra. He eyed her hungrily as more of her delectable body was put on display for him. By the time she was naked his cock was fully out of his shaft, a monstrously thick column of slick meat, red as blood, leaking with precum. It was the biggest Krystal had seen in a while, and she had a feeling he was going to apply it quite liberally.

He stepped onto the bed and towered over her. He looked down at her past his helacious dick which stood between them like some enormous obstacle. "On your belly," he commanded. She obeyed, but kept an eye on his penis as if at any moment it would pounce on her like a predator. Wolf squatted down and grabbed her midriff. She yelped as he picked her up effortlessly and forced her onto her paws and knees. He knelt behind her and yanked her blue fox tail to the side. Krystal started to shiver out of a bizarre mix of fear and excitement. This was going to be either very fun or very miserable. There would be no inbetween.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back. His dick bounced off of her once, twice, three times, four times before he finally landed the mark and met his tip with her pussy. No foreplay, not sexy talk, no kissing, nothing. Bing bang boom, and he was inside of her. She gasped loudly and started to shake more vehemently. "Oh! Ah... Oh God..."

A very happy growl rumbled out of his chest. "Oooooooooooooh yeeaaaaaaaahhh~" He pulled his ass back and slammed forward, marking the first thrust. His grip on her was so tight that she stayed right where she was, even with each impact. Her ass absorbed the brunt of it, turning a deep shade of pink after only a few slaps. His balls swung back and forth like two wrecking balls, pounding her clit like a building ready to be demolished. He snorted and grunted like a wild animal, something he had all but transformed into since she stepped into his room. "Ah, fuck yeah! Huhhh... Yeah! That's right! Nnf! Fuck! Hahhh... You like it bitch? Huh?"

Krystal was dizzy with delight. He was fucking her silly, making her mind go all fuzzy and almost incapable of speech. "Uhhh Oh Gooood... Yes..." That was about all she could say before her voice devolved into nothing more than throaty moans and shrill squeaks. She was going to cum soon, and hard too. So long as he didn't-

"HHHHHHRRRRNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" Wolf bucked one last time, plunging his cock for as deep as it would go while his knot ruptured inside of her vulva and tied the two together. His cock flooded her womb with heavy ropes, each one coming with a powerful throb that on its own threatened to tear her in two. His balls contracted and his powerful legs jittered. It was one of the most visceral orgasms Krystal had ever been on the receiving end of.

The moment it was over Wolf was out like a light. The loud grunt tapered off into a weak sigh, and he toppled over onto her back, flattening her to the mattress. "Oof!" He laid on top of her like a sack of bricks. She scratched and clawed at him, but he was going nowhere. She was lucky to have a small crack between him and the mattress or else she would've suffocated. She stopped struggling when she realized he was snoring. "Oh you son of a bitch..." She kicked her elbow back, just enough to let her pop her head out from underneath his chest. She took a deep breath, then kept pushing her elbow back to flip him off of her. "Get. Off. Me. You. Brute!" It took every bit of her arm strength, but eventually he toppled over onto his side, off of her. She still wasn't free. His knot was still deeply lodged in her pussy, trapping every ounce of cum that he had unloaded. Until the swelling went down, she was stuck there like a fly on sticky paper, listening to him snore like a jet engine while he got to experience what had to have been some sweet dreams.

So she just laid there, arms folded, lips pouted, waiting for the swelling to die down so that maybe she could spend the rest of her morning how she wanted to, and not locked up with some monster. He smacked his lips and tried cuddling his arm around her. She shoved it away rudely. "Get off me."