Starfox Adventures - Third Revision
Starfox Adventures - Third Revision
by Dracos Blackwing
(all chars copyright Nintendo)
After the initial reforming of Team Starfox, everything seemed to be going well between the team members. Fox and Falco renewed their competitive rivalry; Slippy developed some new enhancements for the Arwings; Peppy was called on to advise several military actions in other sectors from the Great Fox, and Krystal spent many hours, first in simulation then in actual flight, honing her skills as a pilot. As time passed, this became a problem for Falco.
As she became more and more skilled as a wingman, Fox began to choose her for missions that he would usually use Falco for. Also, aboard the ship and during downtime, Fox and Krystal were virtually inseparable; everyone could see that they were developing feeling for each other. But to Falco, it seemed as if he was being passed over, left out, and abandoned for the newer team member, and that her being a vixen didn't hurt her chances for promotion, either. At this rate, she would be second in command, and Falco would be dropped to a lower position, despite his long years on the team. How dare Fox take him so lightly, when he was already a better pilot than both of them, and for such a pointless reason! Her being Fox's love interest wouldn't help him if she messed up during a mission... He decided to challenge Fox over it, in the best way he knew how...
Some time later, Fox and the others had started off to the common room to relax a bit, and to talk about their next move, including a mission to the Ganaris system to deal with some space pirates; Fox was already thinking that Krystal would be the perfect wingman for him. Falco followed behind, watching carefully. As they were nearing the room, Fox suddenly decided that he needed to change his clothes and maybe take a shower before they sat down together; he had basically been wearing the same clothes since the end of the last mission. He headed off to his room, asking Peppy and Slippy to keep Krystal company until he returned. Falco made a point to loiter in the hall, fiddling with a console in the wall, until, several minutes after Fox had left, Krystal followed. He bowed his head and shook it... he had had a feeling something like that would happen. Quietly, so as not to alert the vixen to his tracking her, he followed her at a careful distance down the hall.
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After entering his room, Fox let out a relieved sigh, and carefully kicked his boots off into the corner, then pulled off his flight jacket and hung it on a hook on the wall, looking at the sturdy thing; he had been glad to have it more than once out there. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and was about to pull his shirt off when he heard a knock on the door. He let his shirt tails drop on the outside of his pants, then went to the door, figuring it was Falco with some ribbing on his 'latest conquest'.
It wasn't. Krystal stood there, looking at him with a nervous, excited air about her. As soon as she saw him with his shirt out and eyes on hers, she blushed deeply, but asked, "Can I... come in for a moment?" Fox blinked, then backed up, saying quickly, "Uh... sure..." he watched her walk into his room and turn to face him, then shut the door. "How can I help you?" Krystal stood with her hands clasped in front of her, then stepped up closer, smiling. "I just wanted to say thanks for letting me join you here." She drew closer, then seemingly on impulse, leaned up to kiss his cheek softly. Fox blinked again, turning his face to hers; they gazed at each other for a long moment, then kissed softly, passionately. Krystal slid into his arms, pressing her hands to his chest, and he wrapped his own arms around her, stroking the soft blue fur of her back lightly.
The kiss deepened, and the two stroked at each other eagerly. Just as Krystal was venturing to slide her hands up under his shirt, there came a loud banging at the door. Fox's head jerked up, and Krystal jumped back from him, cheeks blazing; the moment had been broken. Snarling, Fox strode over to the door, yanking it open. "Hey, Fox." Falco said, leaning on the doorframe. He casually glanced over Fox's shoulder, seeing Krystal, then returned his gaze to Fox. "I see the newcomer is here... did I interrupt something?" The look in his eyes said he knew he had.
"What is it Falco?" Fox said in a tight voice, and Falco said, in the same nonchalant tone, "Everyone is waiting for you in the common room; you should hurry up and come there. You spend enough time with Krystal as it is; you should spare some for your other friends." Without another word, Falco turned and walked off, leaving Fox standing in the door and growling low to himself. He regained control after a few moments, then turned to Krystal, though there was still a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I think it best if we continue this another time..." Krystal, who by now was completely embarrassed, nodded quietly, then walked quickly out. Fox closed the door, then punched the wall beside it. He set to work getting himself cleaned up quickly, then stormed out of his room to the common room, seeing everyone sitting around and relaxing, eating and chatting. He glanced at Krystal then headed for Falco.
Peppy looked up from where he's been chatting with Krystal; she had seemed a bit out of sorts when she came back, and Falco had had that look he got when he managed to burn Fox really well on his face when he came in. The old soldier was more than able to put two and two together, and started to rise, saying, "Now Fox, I..." Before he could even finish the first part, Fox said to Falco, "What's your problem!?" Slippy jumped a bit, then turned and looked to the two. "Come on, you guys not again! We just earned a victory! Can't we just sit and enjoy it?" Falco looked up at Fox, then decided he didn't like being stood over and rose to his feet. "What? All I did was come to get you. People were waiting."
Fox glared at Falco, his eyes dark. "You knew she had come there, to speak with me in private, and yet you still came there, just so you could get in between us." Fox had heard his own words, but felt angry enough at the situation to let it slide; there was no way to take it back now anyway. Falco turned his head to one side, cutting his eyes over at Fox. "So, what? Are you saying that now I'm not good enough to come and talk with you while she's around? Why is it that lately, the only person you choose for your mission, and almost the only one that you spend any time with at all, is Krystal?" Falco turned and looked at Krystal with an apologetic expression, which seemed a bit out of character. "I'm not trying to pick on you, Krystal; it's just that Fox here seems to have forgotten about the fact that this is a team, not just two people."
Krystal looked from one to the other, and realized that Falco had a point, though he had chosen a poor way to bring it up. "Well, In my opinion, you could have just brought it up the next time we all met, rather than doing it this way, but if this is what you think it needed, then maybe I am too new, and you should settle this between you two. What do you normally do to solve these kinds of problems.?"
Fox glared, then looked at Falco with the hint of amusement in his voice. "What do we do? We normally compete at something. Shooting, piloting, racing, hand to hand... He never wins, but he just keeps on trying." Falco's crest stood up a little stiffer at this, and he snapped back, "Oh, so you're better than me, huh? Is that why you've stopped using me as your wingman, leaving me behind on missions; because I'm not good enough? I can't even come and talk to you without you coming to snap my head off later, is that it? What did I do that's so bad it's got your tail in a twist?"
Fox glared at him. "You know damn well what you did! What makes you think you have the authority to order me around? Last I checked, I'm still the leader of this operation, and if you don't like it, then you can just try to do something about it!" Falco sneered at Fox's attempt to pull rank and he said, "Oh, so now we're deciding leadership by rite of challenge, huh? Well, if that's what you want, let's go!" He started towards Fox, but Slippy, then Peppy pushed between them, dragging them apart.
"You know the rules! No fighting on the ship!" Slippy looked angry now too, and gave Falco a shove to get him to stop struggling towards Fox. "If you want to fight, then we do it in the simulation room; not in here!" He looked at Fox. "And not in front of our newest member either." Fox broke off, realizing what he had been doing; he ran a hand over the top of his head, then turned to Krystal, who simply nodded in understanding, then smiled softly. He looked back to Falco. "We need to settle this... again." Falco looked back at him, and sparks seemed to fly. "Ready when you are, commander."
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Down in the lower levels of the Great Fox, one of the large storage rooms had been converted by Slippy into a virtual training area. The large open area had been cleaned up, and had holographic emitters embedded in the walls, floor and ceiling. These projectors were able to produce both stationary images, like flooring, and mobile ones, like birds or mechs. Slippy had originally made it as a sort of prototype training sim that he was planning to submit once all the kinks had been worked out, but since Fox and Falco had tried it out and had gotten into one of their regular competitive battles, it had been used almost exclusively as a room for the two to challenge each other. As he keyed the startup sequence, Slippy sighed, thinking that at least the two had given it quite a workout, and helped him to nearly complete the final adjustments months ahead of schedule.
"Ok, you two, you know the rules of conduct in my room; no actual strikes against each other unless it's hand to hand, no shooting your opponent, and whoever scores the highest, wins; no whining about it afterward." Inside the room, Fox adjusted his vest; this one was not his usual one, but one equipped with sensors to detect hits by any virtual attackers. Standing across from him, Falco checked his gear as well. The vest was all that was needed; it had tracking sensors on the shoulders and lower edges that were able to track hits to the arms and legs, hands and feet. Falco looked up, then turned to face Fox, his expression serious and his stance aggressive. Fox squared off towards him as well; the challenges were normally random, so they might end up with a hand to hand fight, or a race through an obstacle course. The random battles kept them both from being able to depend too much on any specific strength, forcing them to adapt, and quickly, as being slow often meant a humiliating defeat.
Slippy flipped a few last switches, then said into his headset, "You both ready?" "Let's get this over with." Fox shook himself a bit, watching both Falco and the room for the first hint of motion. "I'm ready; bring it on." Falco tossed his head a bit, his eyes narrowing slightly as he readied himself. Slippy held his hand over the keypad, then said, "Alright... Ready... Set... GO!" He hit the button. Immediately, the room flickered, and both combatants jumped slightly. The roof of the room disappeared, showing a sky filled with soaring, diving drones, and the floor shifted, changing to a cultivated suburban area filled with tall academic buildings; a few stands of carefully tended trees and bushes among them. There were several open plazas, and wide streets, as well as narrow alleys between some of the buildings. Crates, boxes, destroyed transports and other obstacles littered the grounds and streets. All over the field, robotic drones prowled as well; they looked like some sort of riot containment troops, and they looked about suspiciously. Running in fear and hiding in various spaces were the civilians; a race of randomly generated purple lizards, wearing loose robes. They had a scholarly look about them, though at the moment they were running madly to and fro, or cowering in various safe spots.
"The challenge is target practice!" A computer voice spoke. Two weapons racks rose from the floor beside both Fox and Falco. Each one held a heavy laser pistol, modified for training use. "The goal is to eliminate the most malfunctioning riot droids, while avoiding shooting innocents. Any hits taken will deduct from your score. Shooting innocents will also count against you. Ready? Begin!" Fox grabbed his gun and in one smooth move turned and fired a shot at a droid, taking out it's head, then sprinted off, firing as he went. Falco had already grabbed his own gun and was rushing in the opposite direction; the room had been designed to give plenty of room for any simulation, using force fields to imitate solid objects like buildings. Falco headed for the high ground, climbing up some overturned cars, then jumping to the top of a low building, laying down steady shots with great accuracy as he went. Several droids dropped, their heads neatly removed, or with holes in their holographic chests.
As he was looking down from his vantage point, where he was able to choose his shots, things got out of hand. One of the flying drones dived at him, strafing the rooftop. Since this hadn't happened before, Falco was caught off guard, and though he dived, he took a hit in the leg. As he rolled to his feet, he saw a droid taking aim at him and quickly aimed and fired. The droid moved to the side, and behind it... was one of the civilians. The shot took the innocent target right in the chest, and Falco quickly adjusted, picking off the droid and cursing under his breath. He went quickly in search of new targets, hoping to recover his lost points before it cost him the match.
Fox moved with a slow but methodical speed through the field; he had seen that the riot droids were not just dumb targets by how they were reacting to his presence, and was making the most of their reactions, forcing them to do things that left them wide open for his shots. He picked off one after the other, squeezing off shots in quick bursts. When one of the airborne drones dived at him, he dropped to one knee and fired, only diving to one side as it came crashing down right where he had been standing. Looking carefully around as he moved across the field, he saw something near where one of the groups of droids had been standing. He quickly trotted over, touching the holographic weapons box, and another rack rose from the ground. Hanging from it was a repeating laser rifle. With a grin, Fox tucked the heavy laser in his belt and took up the rifle. The next group he ran into was mowed down with ease before they could react, and Fox was able to take out several more fliers before the weapon ran out of energy.
The challenge went on for thirty minutes; Slippy had determined that this was just the right length of time to allow the two of them to both exhaust themselves and to relax. "1 minute!" the computer voiced. Falco grunted, shooting another droid. He has received a few hits, but felt his overall score should be higher than Fox's; he looked into his eyepiece and saw that he had scored 380 points. Just then he rounded a corner, and saw Fox there, shooting at something out of sight. He glanced over at him, then called, "Ha! I think you're out of your league Fox! Only 30 seconds left, and I've got 380 points!"
Fox didn't answer at first, then turned to fire a shot at him. Falco dived to one side, and the shot nailed a droid who was about to attack Falco from behind. "You need to focus on getting points, not on talking to me, Falco. Besides... last I checked, my score was more like 478." He grinned at Falco tauntingly, then dashed off down a side passage. Falco looked after him, then glared and followed. He knew he was the best, and once again, he was going to have to prove it.
Fox was just clearing out a fairly open area, with only a few trees and some overturned transports for cover, when Falco came in behind him, calling out, "Computer! Override code zero seven five nine!" "Simulation paused." the computer voice said. Falco walked in front of Fox, breathing a bit heavily. "This... this doesn't mean anything!" he said, looking angry and a bit wild. "You know I'm better than you! You KNOW it! I don't see why we need to come in here and shoot at holograms to try to get you to admit it." "What the matter, Falco? Did you take one too many hits, or were you just missing a lot? Why'd you stop the simulation? Afraid I was going to win and embarrass you? Again?" Fox teased, actually feeling better and in a much more relaxed mood.
Falco called out "Computer special rule nine zero nine nine!" "Challenge mode accepted." the computer said. In the control room, Slippy was at a loss. He worked at the console quickly, but everything had been locked out! How was Falco doing this? A second later, he got his answer. "I've been working with the training program, and developed my own special one. I was going to just wait until it came up randomly; you know as a surprise." He looked at his gun, as the faint blue light of the power gauge brightened a bit; Fox's did the same. "This simulation is a one on one competition. The weapons have been increased in strength to act as stunning blasters, and will paralyze with enough hits." Fox's eyes widened, then he set himself, moving carefully to the right. "If this is how you want it Falco, I'm more than willing to oblige you." "Ready?" Said the computer voice.
"Go!" said the computer. At almost the same time, Falco and Fox fired at each other, diving in opposite directions. Fox hit Falco in the off shoulder, and Falco clipped Fox in his leg. Both of them staggered a bit as their limbs went partially numb, but kept moving. Falco fired again, but Fox leaped behind a transport, rising and trying to stomp his foot to get the feeling back. It was no good though; it seemed that whoever took the most hits would simply be unable to move, and lose. Fox looked around, and saw that the field had altered as well; now there was no way out of the clearing. He ducked and hobbled off as quickly as he could, keeping low.
Falco was surprised at how badly having his shoulder partially paralyzed was throwing off his shooting. He had been sure that he had Fox dead to rights, but he had missed. Still, he had clipped him in the leg, so it should be easy to just find him and take the victory. He heard the simulated sound of something being knocked over behind him, and dived blindly forward, two laser bolts shooting over his head. He scrabbled to his feet, but took another shot to the same shoulder before he could get to cover. The arm hung limply now, and his side was tingling in a distracting way, but he immediately began a flanking move, planning on trying to get in from the side.
Fox cursed his leg as he quickly surveyed the area. He had tripped on some garbage cans, and the simulation had given his position away. Falco had gotten away again, and was creeping around somewhere nearby he was sure; Falco never knew when to back off... As if the thought had summoned him, Falco appeared from behind some trees and charged, firing rapidly and yelling. Fox back pedaled, but was hit three more times, dropping him to the ground. He threw himself into a roll under a transport, rolling completely to the other side, all but his arms now completely numb. He looked around as he rolled out the other side, then hauled himself up into the transport, easing around inside and lying low. There was no place for him to hide though...
Falco quickly rose from the ground on the other side of the transport. He had seen Fox climb in in a desperate attempt to escape. He wanted to laugh, but he hadn't won yet. Fox HAD to be mostly paralyzed by now; all he had to do was go around and get him from the door, or through a window. There was no hiding spaces inside, and he was pretty sure that other than that roll, Fox was basically unable to move. Falco knew he still needed to be careful though... Fox was a quick shot, and accurate, even if he wasn't quite as good as Falco was. Falco walked around the side and back of the transport, peering inside, then approached the main side door, quickly looking inside. There was no one there! "What the...?" Falco thought, carefully scanning the inside. He had to be there! There was nowhere else to go!
After looking all through the transport, Falco was forced to come to the impossible conclusion that Fox wasn't in the there. Other than the two simulated droid drivers, there wasn't... Even as he had this thought, he was trying to turn, but it was too late. One of the droids was aiming over the back of its chair, the long barrel of a heavy laser in it's hand. Inside the metallic helmet, through the glass visor where the eyes would be, Fox's own piercing gaze stared. Fox pulled the trigger too quickly for Falco to do much more than take the five hits it took to fully paralyze him down his left side. He staggered back, then tumbled out of the transport, unconscious. "Winner! Fox McCloud! Congratulations!" the computer voice said, and Fox just sagged in the seat, letting the laser drop, waiting for Slippy to get in there and take them both to the infirmary.
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When Slippy had finally broken the lock out codes Falco had applied to the system, he rushed down to the main entrance, already having called to the other team members to meet him there. The tone of strain and worry in his voice had brought them all at a run, and when the door had opened, they had found both Fox and Falco lying on the floor, unconscious. Fox had been unable to withstand the effects of the numbing shots once the adrenaline had burned out of his system, and had passed out along with Falco.
The others had gathered them up and moved them to the infirmary, where they were treated for the paralysis as well as several low grade burns where the blasts had hit; Falco had miscalculated the power settings on the blasters, and they both had several patches of inflamed skin under fur and feathers. After making sure that all was well, they left the two for the night, Peppy blustering about how he would be sure to give the two a serious dressing down once they were awake, and possibly some other form punishment for Falco; he understood and encouraged competition, but this was beyond anything he had ever seen. Slippy seemed furious as well, angry that his systems had been so thoroughly altered; he had been forced to tear out several delicate circuit boards in order to fully shut down the field.
The two were left to rest in the infirmary, monitored by the various systems attached to each bed until midday of the following day. The two of them came slowly out of the daze they were in, and sat up groggily, looking around, then at each other. The worried, relieved and angry faces of their teammates gathered around the beds made them both wince a bit, knowing that things had gotten way out of hand. After a final check to be sure that the two of them were as well as could be expected, Slippy stepped back, and Peppy moved up, his face dark and angry. After nearly twenty minutes of sharp, furious words at their conduct and general foolishness, Peppy assigned both Fox and Falco several weeks of the most low level tasks aboard the Great Fox, and stated darkly that he was seriously considering sending in a report to headquarters about this little stunt.
Falco complained some, but even he was a bit taken back by the old hare's level of anger, and quickly fell silent. Fox wanted to say something, but knew that Peppy was basically right; he could have refused or forfeited to Falco, instead of going through with the fight, no matter how much it would have galled him to do so. "Now, I want the two of you to head to your quarters and rest up for the rest of the day. You're going to need your strength for later." With a final, decisive nod of his head, he turned and walked out. Slippy walked up close to the bed Falco was just getting up from, rising up on his toes to get right in his face. "And don't think you're not going to help me rebuild the systems I had to wreck to get you out of there either!" Falco leaned back, looking surprised and nervous at the usually cheerful Slippy's angry tone, then relaxed as he turned and walked out.
This left only Falco, Fox and Krystal in the room, the three of them looking back and forth between each other nervously. Krystal finally broke the silence by saying, "I hope this isn't a regular thing for you two; I'm not sure I could take all the stress!" She moved to stand between the two of them, resting a hand on each shoulder. "If I've managed to come between the two of you, then I'm sorry. I can see how close you are, and only want to be a part of the team, not tear it apart." Falco said embarrassedly, "It wasn't your fault.", at the same time that Fox said, "You didn't come between us." The three looked at each other, Fox cutting his eyes over at Falco and Falco starting to say something more then stopping, while Krystal stood with a small smile on her face, watching. A faint smile came to Fox's face at the same time as Falco got a amused look in his eyes.
Carefully moving away, Falco stretched, wincing a bit. "I'll see you two around; I think a hot shower and some sleep will do me good." Without another word, he walked out, heading for his room. Fox also started to step away, saying, "I should go too; I think Peppy was just mad enough to do as he threatened and send in that report." As he started to move away, Krystal kept her grip on his shoulder. "Are you sure you're alright? I could... I could check your wounds again." She moved her hand down his arm, rubbing it lightly. Fox looked into her eyes, then said carefully, "I'll still need to go to my room..." Krystal flushed lightly, but moved to get a med-kit from a cabinet. "Lead on then." she said, then followed him to his room.
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The two walked in silence to Fox's room, then entered, both feeling anxious and excited. As Krystal set the med-kit on the bed in the center of the room, Fox hung up his jacket on a hook on the back of the door, then said, "I need to get cleaned up; I'll be right back." He quickly moved to the bathroom in the left wall of the room and shut the door, then looked at himself in the mirror. The tension between him and Krystal had been growing steadily since they had met, and now for the second time he had her in his bedroom. He forced himself to stop thinking of where this could lead, and began washing up.
Out in the bedroom, Krystal sat on Fox's bed and wondered what she was doing. She did feel a definite attraction for Fox, but what if what she was thinking of got them both in trouble? She almost laughed at how quickly her mind had leaped to this when she learned that he would be confined to his quarters for the day, and hoped that Fox would be willing to let her stay; the thought made her cheeks burn, and she shook her head, surprised at the feelings Fox seemed to bring out in her.
After he had finished washing, Fox came out, wearing only his pants; since most of the hits had been in the torso, he had thought that it would be a good idea to leave it behind. The sight of Krystal lounging back on her elbows in his bed stopped him in his tracks, as the sight of him walking out bare-chested from the bathroom made her sit up quickly. The two eyed each other for a long moment, then Fox walked carefully over to stand in front of her. "I guess... I should look at those wounds now..." Krystal opened the med-kit, then reached up to touch Fox's stomach. "Where are the burns?" Her fingers trembled slightly at the contact.
For a moment, Fox couldn't think of what the right words were, feeling her pressing her fingers to his middle. "Uh...I... There should be one right near where your touching; it's one of those that only sting when you brush them." Krystal nodded, blushing, and began to run her fingers through his stomach fur, eventually causing Fox to flinch slightly as she brushed the spot. She carefully applied a cream to her fingers, then rubbed it in, soothing the sting, then set about finding other spots. She worked her hands up over his chest and sides, while Fox stood quietly, his breath coming a bit faster as she stroked over his body with a light touch. She quickly found several more burns, and worked the cream in to soothe them, then felt over his arms, stopping with one hand on each of his wrists.
Fox carefully took hold of her hands in his own, then lifted her up, looking into her eyes and smiling, then leaning in to kiss her gently. She responded willingly, kissing him back with a soft sigh. The two wrapped their arms around each other, the burns forgotten as they kissed. Fox lightly stroked the soft blue fur of her back and shoulders, while she did the same to him, gripping at his shoulders and neck. Their breath came faster and more heavily, and Fox eased his tongue out to touch hers, drawing her in closer and feeling her soft curves against his chest. Krystal responded with a soft moan, kissing back eagerly.
The two of them lay back onto the bed, Fox leaning over Krystal and kissing her, arms braced to either side of her head, while she clung to him, pressing her mouth to his willingly. After several long moments, she pulled out of the kiss, then said, "Shouldn't I check for any other burns before...?" Blushing, she tugged at his pants lightly. "I don't want you getting distracted by anything..." Fox smiled at her, nuzzling nose to nose with her. "I'll let you check me over if you let me do the same for you." He smiled, feeling her tugging at the catch to his pants, his member beginning to stiffen. "I've been wanting a closer look at you from the day I first saw you." He reached out carefully to stroke a hand down over her body, feeling her smooth curves and firm muscles underneath her clothes.
Krystal leaned up to kiss him again, gasping a bit as he began to remove her clothes, and focused on his pants, finally undoing them and pulling them away, letting them slide down to the floor. Fox stepped out of them as she looked at the growing bulge in his shorts, and stroked her fingers over it's length, gripping it lightly. It jumped in her hand as Fox grunted softly, then grew fully erect. Fox growled a bit, pulling her vest off, then gripped her top and pulled it up and over her head, laughing. "I can't take it anymore!" he said playfully, then tossed it onto the corner , lightly resting his hands over her breasts and rubbing them gently to her quiet moans.
The two of them began to breath heavier, both working their hands carefully over the other's body. Krystal rubbed and stroked at Fox through his shorts until Fox tugged them down and stepped out of them. She stared at his nakedness with a high blush on her face, and Fox gently took her hand and put it to his shaft, then reached down to stroke his own fingers along her inner thigh, looking into her eyes and smiling gently. Krystal slowly returned to stroking him, growing bolder as she saw his pleased reaction. Fox eased his fingers up and undid her belt, pulling the fastenings of her shorts open and unzipping them, then easing his fingers down and inside, stroking over the soft cloth of her panties. He eased his finger in further, stroking her lips through the sheer cloth, feeling her clit twitch as he did so. Krystal jumped a bit as Fox's fingers found her lower lips, stroking them carefully and spreading them apart, then sliding past her panties to touch her even more directly. She quickly grew wet from his eager fingering, and leaned into him, moaning helplessly into the side of his neck. He probed slowly deeper into her, pushing her shorts off to drop to the floor, feeling her tight opening clutching and gripping at his fingers as he slid them in all the way, then began to stroke her with them, one finger pressing her clit.
Krystal shuddered as she clung to Fox, her mound soaking Fox's fingers as he probed deep inside of her. She barely noticed him tossing her wet panties to the floor beside her shorts, still fingering her slowly. She did notice him pulling out of her arms though, and looked down at him in surprise. Fox eased down her body, pausing to suck at her pink nipples where they peeked through her fur, and moving still lower, nosing through her stomach fur, while resting his hands over her breasts again and stroking them sweetly. She spread her legs, pressing her cheek to the sheets, shaking with the feelings running through her as he nosed just above her clit, wanting more. She got more a second later as Fox stroked his tongue over the sensitive nub, pressing into it firmly. Wild shudders passed through her and she shifted her hips towards his face, being rewarded with another lick, and the feel of his lips pressing over her clit to suck at it hungrily.
Fox buried his muzzle in Krystal's sweet snatch, lapping and nuzzling, his muzzle quickly growing wet as Krystal, moaning and squirming, pressed herself to his tongue, eager for the hot rushes of pleasure each lick caused. He pressed right back, and was rewarded with a fresh rush of juice as she came suddenly, hips arching up to his face as he lapped as hard and fast as he could into her. After nearly two minutes of spasming and thrusting her hips at him, she sagged exhaustedly underneath him, and he paused, giving her twitching lips a few more licks before licking his muzzle clean and easing up to lean over her face to face again.
Krystal looked at Fox with a shyly pleased expression, then ventured to kiss him again, which surprised him a bit. He quickly relaxed into it, though, kissing her back deeply... until she gripped his rock hard shaft with both hands, one holding just behind the head, the other, stroking and rubbing at his tingling balls. She tugged at him, and he climbed up onto the bed, straddling her as she drew him up to where she could see his shaft, standing stiffly in front of her face. She gripped his hip, pulling him a bit closer, then carefully stretched out her tongue to give the throbbing head a lick; Fox grunted deeply, and eased a bit closer, which caused Krystal to grin before focusing on the task at hand.
Krystal eased herself down a bit closer to Fox's shaft, then licked at it again, feeling him rest a hand on her head, and another on one breast, stroking both lovingly. She began to lap at him with long slow strokes, running her tongue around the head and down the shaft, while Fox's tail flagged up and down and he groaned in pleasure. Carefully, so as not to hurt the sensitive thing, she drew the tip into her mouth, then sucked at it lightly. Fox responded by thrusting his hips forward, and she pulled away, choking. Gasping with embarrassment, Fox panted, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... please don't stop..." He stroked her face and hair, lightly drawing her back to his shaft which was jerking and throbbing heavily. After pausing a bit to be sure he was in control again, she set to licking, then sucking at his shaft again, giving in a bit to his gentle guidance to work her mouth back and forth along the shaft, her tongue flashing out to stroke further along it with each stroke.
Fox shuddered and groaned, chin tucked to his chest as Krystal sucked at him, feeling her ease him bit by bit further into her mouth with every stroke of his hips. He could feel his body tensing already, quicker than he was used to, and let out a warning moan as he felt the pressure build higher and higher. He worked his hips a bit faster, but she seemed to have gotten used to that part, and just sucked at him harder, which sent him over the edge. He came hard into her mouth, and felt her reflex, pulling back some from him. Then to his surprise, she pulled him back in again, still sucking carefully at him as he came, swallowing down his come. He stopped trying to hold back, and just relaxed into it, shaking all over.
Krystal sucked down the thick flow of cum, feeling Fox's shaft jerking in her mouth, wildly aroused. Her first urge had been to pull away, but she had remembered his attentions of a moment ago, and he had stuck with her until she had finished, so she felt she should do the same. Besides, there was a definite erotic feel to making Fox cum, and she wanted to experience it fully. After several more hard jerks, Fox's shaft stopped pouring out his cum, and she stroked the still quivering shaft with her tongue as he slowly came down. Fox quickly eased himself down to her, smiling hornily at her. "I had no idea you knew how to do that!" He nuzzled, then kissed her. She grinned back, just as aroused, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. "Neither did I! That was the first time for me." Her voice softened, and she added, "This will be a whole night of firsts, I hope..." She was blushing again, but not quite so much as before.
Fox smiled at her, then nodded, kissing her again. "I'll try make it as memorable as I can." They both eased more towards the center of the bed, and Fox drew back, stroking his hands over her body, even as she did the same to him, both feeling powerful waves of need flowing through them. Carefully, Fox positioned himself, then pressed the head of his shaft to her lips, slowly easing into her. Krystal whimpered as Fox's shaft opened her and drove in deeply, sliding with sweet slowness into her. She shifted her hips, gripping at Fox's shoulders as he pushed into her, working her hips so she could feel as much of the intense sensations as she could. When Fox had pressed fully into her, he reached down to grip her legs, lifting them up and holding her thighs to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. She gasped at this new position, but quickly settled into it, as he leaned in a bit, lifting her hips, then began the thrust into her slowly, his own moans quickly joining hers.
Fox pumped his hips against Krystal's, her tight tunnel squeezing down around his shaft as he did, pulsing rhythmically, a steadily flow of juice lubricating the way in for him. Krystal gripped one of Fox's shoulders, and a handful of sheets, tossing her head back and forth in ecstasy as he picked up the pace, working herself against him to add to their growing pleasure. They worked faster and harder, Krystal crying out and Fox grunting with effort as they pounded away at each other. Fox slowly leaned in closer to Krystal's face, kissing her nose as he got near enough, then her mouth, the two of them locking into a close kiss as he drove down into her, her legs still held close to his chest, feet up over one shoulder. Krystal screamed out into his mouth as she came, much harder than she had before, tail lashing back and forth and eyes squeezed shut in bliss.
Fox struggled to hold on... He had wanted this for so long that he was on a hair trigger, and could hardly stop from cumming himself. But he had told her he would make this a memorable night, and he had meant it. He kept up his steady, quick thrusts as Krystal came, gritting his teeth against the urge to cum himself, until she wound down, panting underneath him and laying her head back, fur matted with sweat. He licked her cheek, then kissed her face, slowly letting her uncurl from the position, then laying across her stomach and kissing her chest and throat. Krystal held him close, kissing his face and head where she could until they were face to face again, then kissing his lips, easing her tongue into his mouth to kiss him deeply. When they pulled out of it, Fox said, "Are you ready for round two?"
Krystal thought about this, feeling the pleasant warmth flowing through her, then nodded quietly. "What are we going to do now?" she asked softly, the eager look returning to her eyes. Fox carefully pulled her up and around, turning her so that her back was to his chest, wrapping her arms around her. "Just like this..." he said, pressing himself against her. She reached down, lightly stroking his shaft up between her legs, then guiding it to her sex, moaning as Fox pushed forward against her rump, sliding into her again. She raised her tail high, letting it drape over his shoulder as he began to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting into her. Fox held her to his chest, working just his hips, and shuddering with the need to cum. He stroked his hands over her breasts, feeling her hard nipples and pinching them gently as he worked into her.
Krystal rocked back and forth as well, first with, then counter to Fox's efforts, making their hips hit together solidly. She gasped and shuddered, easing her knees a bit further apart and leaning forward to get more of fox into her with each thrust, and to feel more of their eager thrusts on her throbbing clit. Fox was all for this, and gently shifted one hand to her hip, resting the other against her back and letting her slowly lean forward until her head was resting against the pillows, her hips raised high and thrusting eagerly back against each thrust. He shook his head at the sight laid out before him, and felt his balls throbbing, but still clenched down on his rising orgasm, wanting to bring her off first. He reached around her hip to finger her clit, using his fingers to press it down against his stroking cock. Krystal cried out into the pillows, getting her feet under her and pushing back even harder.
Fox climbed to his own feet, lifting Krystal's hips up high and pounding into her from this new position, her crotch now fully exposed to his thrusts. The two of them quickly climbed towards a powerful orgasm, Fox now too far gone to hold back any longer, and Krystal lost in her own world, feeling Fox thrusting with feral intensity into her depths. The two of them quickly reach their peak, cumming together and crying out, Fox hanging over Krystal's upturned rump, body quivering as he pumped his cum deep into her, while Krystal clutched at the pillows, pressing her face into them to muffle her screams.
The two of them slowly sagged to the mattress as the last few shudders of orgasmic energy passed from them, both of their bodies weak and drenched in sweat from their efforts. Fox panted softly into Krystal's shoulder, breathing in the clean scent of her body, while Krystal lay, eyes closed, struggling to get her breathing back under control, feeling Fox still inside of her and trembling with reaction. After a few moments, she turned in his arms and into a deep kiss, the two of them holding each other close and moaning a bit from the feelings they still had passing through their bodies. Fox lightly broke the kiss, then winced in mock pain. "Ooohh... I think all this exertion has my burns stinging again... Would you mind coming with me to the bathroom to wash and reapply some more of that cream to them?" Krystal smiled at him laughing softly. "Only if you agree to give me a good back rub after; that first position was murder on my spine... among other things..." They kissed again, smiling at each other, then slid out of bed, walking into the bathroom.
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In the following days, Peppy calmed down enough to take Fox and Falco off of their probation, letting them return to active duty. He put reports on their behavior into both their files, but made them lighter than he told either of them, since they were such long time friends. Fox returned to his tasks with the same focus and skill that had gotten him his position, and Falco with the same flare and style that marked him as Fox's first wingman... though in this case he now had competition, as Krystal was fast emerging as a skilled pilot in her own right, and kept a competitive edge so that neither of her teammates would slack off.
By unspoken agreement, nothing more was said about Fox's choosing Krystal over Falco earlier, and he began to switch between the two regularly, heading off any future complaints. Also left unsaid was the now growing relationship between Fox and Krystal; they were both professional enough to keep it separate from their duties, though Falco sometimes joked that the two were starting to smell a bit too alike from all their time together...
Several weeks later, the crew of the Great Fox received orders to proceed to their next assignment in the Zenarthan system; a common route of deliveries for a major shipping company. It seemed their transports were being hijacked by some unknown group, leaving behind only wreckage. There would be crewmembers and supplies than needed rescue and salvage on the surface of that system's many planets. "Alright, team; we have our orders. Engage the drives and let's get to work!" Fox said, settling in his command chair on the bridge. Krystal nodded with a smile from her console, maneuvering the Great Fox into launch position. "Yes sir!" Slippy carefully charged up the systems, inputting the coordinates, while Falco took his position at the front of the bridge next to Krystal, readying the ships guns and shields in case they dropped into trouble. With a blaze of light, the portal opened, and the Great Fox passed through, headed for the next adventure.
((This is a story I did in response to a request for something based on Starfox; even now it's being done in comic form by Mariano Garv on Dr. Comet's BBS! ^_^ I hope you enjoyed reading it, and as always, suggestions and comments are welcome.))