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A Starfox Adventures Parody Chapter 4: Surprising Companions Sponsored by Asbeoth By Draconicon

Under orders of the EarthWalker Queen, Fox was sent to the SnowHorn Wastes, and he was sent there in the most ridiculous way possible: via a giant rock with a horrendously strong accent and a taste for rock candy.

Even that wouldn't be so bad as he was flung through some sort of interdimensional space, but the sudden ending in a pile of snow could not have been accidental.

"OOOF!"

Fox groaned as he pulled his head out of the snowdrift, shaking his head from side to side and dislodging the powder clinging to his fur and his ears. Pushing himself to his feet with a grunt, he looked around.

He'd been sent from the near-tropical hollow up to a freezing cold mountain. A frozen lake lay before him, and the only place where the snow was not over a foot deep was a strange, muddy track that went from one tunnel in the mountain to another. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

After testing the muck and finding it surprisingly solid - it must have refrozen after the melt had happened - he stepped onto it and followed it around the lake.

As he walked, it didn't take long for his thoughts to start wandering, thinking about this prince that he was supposed to rescue, about the Queen that threatened him with execution for being a meat eater, and all the other weirdness that had occurred since arriving on the planet.

Compared to all that, having given a blowjob to a shopkeeper was hardly the worst thing on the list. At least he'd gotten what he wanted from that jerk, even if it was overpriced for all the goods.

Not sure how finding this prince is going to help me put the planet back together...

Then again, according to the mission, he didn't have to put the planet back together. General Pepper just wanted him to find the tech that had split it apart in the first place, and then find out whether it needed to be destroyed or just removed from the planet proper. If the Queen could point him towards the tech, then saving her son was more than worth it.

If not...Well, there were probably other dinosaur tribes around that were more willing to talk.

Despite the calmness of the snowy area and its emptiness, he kept his eyes peeled for more of the 'SharpClaw,' as he heard them called. According to the Queen EarthWalker, they were just about everywhere, probing at all the boundaries that the alliance of herbivores had set up against the predators of the planet. They weren't that strong individually - at least, to the big dinosaurs - but they were the most numerous of the predator tribes, from what she said.

Fox's shoulder twinged at the claim that they weren't the strongest. The fact that he'd managed to block one of their blows during that fight and his shoulder still hurt said everything about how strong they actually were. Despite the sword and blaster at his waist, he didn't want to fight them if he didn't have to. They'd wipe the floor with him, and he'd not like the experience.

Particularly with the other thing that the Queen had mentioned.

They fuck anyone that they can beat, according to her, he thought. Better make sure that they don't get their hands on me, then. That ain't gonna be part of the deal.

Eventually, he made his way across the lake, entering the tunnel. There was a hint of warmth to it, something that he didn't quite expect compared to the outside air, but he was happy enough to take it. His vest and coat was keeping most of the cold out, but anything to relieve that was all to the good.

However, he found himself faced with a bit of a problem, one in the form of a giant blue SharpClaw.

The blue-scaled creature turned to face him, blinking once, twice, then looking down the tunnel before looking back at him.

"...You pay..."

The creature seemed to collect itself after another blink, then grinned.

"You pay me scarabs to pass, or..."

It looked him up and down in a way that Fox was becoming more and more familiar with. He saw the slight bulge forming under the creature's loincloth, knowing what else the big guy would expect him to pay with.

Fox arched an eyebrow.

"You think I'm gonna pay you anything?"

"You pay, or go away."

"Yeah? And what if I say I'm coming through anyway?"

"Then I knock you down."

The big dino probably had the skills to do just that to most of the people that came through this tunnel. He was nearly twice Fox's height as it was, and he doubted that most people would be able to stand up to him, particularly with that pointed trident in this narrow space.

That said, he was pretty sure that most people didn't have the equipment that he did.

The pilot pulled his blaster from his waist, holding it up.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Fancy rock?"

Fox just smiled.

PEW!

The laser blast hit the rock just between the dinosaur's feet, splashing against it and super-heating it over the course of a single second. The heat was enough to set the dinosaur to dancing, hopping back and forth between one foot and the other as he pulled back from the sudden explosion of heat between his soles. Fox held the blaster in a tight grip, cocking his head to the side.

"That's a warning. You want to keep standing in the way?"

"...You scary."

"It helps people know the best course of action." He lifted the muzzle of the blaster. "So, in the way, or out?"

"...You pass, but don't tell boss."

"You stay out of my way, and nobody ever has to know."

He smiled as he stepped past the big, blue SharpClaw, making his way down the tunnel until he hit the split.

Fox paused, looking back at the SharpClaw that was still staring at him. There was obvious mischief in those eyes, and he knew better than to trust what the big guy said. At the same time, he knew better than to start wandering on his own. There were too many ways to get lost in underground tunnels, as he knew from experience after flying through a bunch of them not all that long ago.

"Which way?" he asked.

"Take left."

"Thanks."

He took the right. After all, why listen to someone that was angry enough to lie but too stupid to do it right?

Fox followed the right hand path, making his way further and further down into the darkness. It didn't take long for the strange warmth that he had felt to start growing stronger, too, something that he hadn't expected.

What am I doing, heading towards magma or something?

The heat wasn't strong enough for that, but there was enough warmth in the air for him to be a bit concerned. The underground was usually more cold than the surface, due to a lack of contact with the sun. You had to go really deep to get the underground warmth to start taking effect again.

Yet, at the same time, it wasn't warm enough to be that horrible heat that was stored in the center of many mountains. There was something else going on here.

He kept pushing forward, finding that the heat was fading slowly, diminishing the further that he traveled. He didn't know what that meant, or whether it was a good thing, but he was glad that it no longer pointed towards oblivion.

The pilot rounded a few more corners before finally finding the source, and his eyes went wide at the two implications that hit him one after the other.

The first was that someone else had come up this way, and who that was was rather obvious, considering they were leaning against the wall of the tunnel, unconscious and mostly naked. She was blue-furred, her eyes closed, her hand barely holding onto a staff that was glowing with heat on one end.

The other was that she was going to blow them both up, because there was a grenade in her other hand, and it was about to fall.

Fox jumped for it, sliding along heated rocks and catching the grenade before it could hit the rock floor and go off. He panted for breath, staring at the little thing, shaking his head at just how close he'd come to having his life ended right then and there.

"Goddamnit..."

He slowly stood up, intending to give the woman a piece of his mind, but even after that sudden charge and roll, she was still out of it. She hadn't stirred from her place against the wall, and she looked like she was barely breathing.

He held his hand in front of her mouth and nose, nodding as he felt the slight puff of air from them. She was breathing, alright, though a bit shallow, not enough to get enough air.

Touching his hand to her neck, he winced. She was more or less freezing, probably suffering from frostbite and the beginnings of hypothermia. If she didn't get warm...

He lowered her against the floor, gently, his cheeks burning slightly as he tried not to look at her chest too much. The hot rocks were going to be a bit uncomfortable to her if she woke up, but better to have a few scalds along her back than to die from a lack of heat. She needed to warm back up, and that was the quickest way that they had to get her back to a normal body temperature.

He made sure not to flip her loincloth, though the temptation was there. Fox cleared his throat as he pushed her staff off to the side, letting the heated tip rest against the rocks nearer her head. It wasn't hot enough to burn, or at least, it wasn't when he touched it, but he imagined that it would at least let off heat so that that part of her extremities wasn't being damaged.

He wished he had something to wrap around her feet, too, considering that the mud on her soles probably wasn't helping the whole problem, but there was nothing left. He had to make sure that she kept her head warm, and the core warm. Everything else would have to be gambled at the moment.

Looking down at the grenade, he realized that it was something rather strange for someone like her to be holding onto. The fact that she was some sort of primitive on this primitive world...

And the fact that she had some sort of hot staff...

What's going on out there?

Fox poked his head out through the end of the tunnel, his eyes going wide as soon as he spotted what was up at the far end of the pass. A wall, a bunch of crates, and -

Cannons?! They have cannons?!

He pulled his head back in before they could see him, looking down at the vixen again. She had turned slightly in her sleep, her breasts rolling to the side, and he blushed again.

"Oh god dammit..."

Rubbing a hand down his forehead and muzzle, he muttered a few choice curse words for whatever space entity had placed an unconscious, naked vixen in front of him. That was a distraction that he did not need, considering how hard it was making him and how distracting she actually was.

Worry about her later. She might be a victim here, too...

Even if he did want to go through more of a thorough examination...

Fox slapped himself across the cheek. He wasn't Falco. He wasn't going to go around grabbing asses and flipping skirts just because someone was too drunk or too out of it or too much of a fan girl to say no. He wasn't that sort of guy.

And at the moment, he had a pretty good idea of where he had to go next. Better still, whoever this vixen was, she had given him the tools to accomplish the next part of the mission.

"Dunno who you are, but thanks for the grenade..."

After a count of three, Fox threw himself out of the cave, running at top speed for the crate pile between the two cannon towers. The SharpClaw on the wall turned to follow him, shouting at the top of their lungs as he approached.

His fingers had already found the trigger button for the grenade, tapping it three times to set the delay.

Three seconds.

He pulled his arm back and threw the explosive through the air, continuing to run forward. The bouncing ball waiting to explode hit the snow.

Two seconds.

It bounced up from it, rolling onto the top of the crates near the middle of the pile.

One second.

Fox threw himself to the ground, rolling into the snow.

Zero seconds.

BOOM!

The explosion rocked the pass, sending a small avalanche of splinters and snow and rubble flying through the air and down the hill. Fox groaned as he felt the shockwave rippling around him, but didn't dare stop. He lifted his head as soon as the main explosion had passed, and grinned.

The wall of crates was shattered, giving him a chance to move forward.

He lunged through the hole in the wall as soon as he could, hearing the hums and whirs of the cannons turning to try and point down at his position. However, if he guessed correctly...

He had. The cannons couldn't turn to point inside the walls. They could only point and fire outside.

He grinned as he thumbed his nose at the gunners on top of the walls, heading for the building on the other side. It was like a warehouse or storehouse, and he imagined that it was where they were keeping all their ammo, all their goods...

And if he was lucky, their prisoner.

Fox swung himself towards the wooden slab that covered the entryway, pulling at it with all his might. It was thicker and heavier than a door, and it took more effort to pull it free, but he eventually managed it.

Inside, he found two SharpClaw, one bound triceratops, and a bunch of crates.

They turned to him, the bound dinosaur bleeding from a cut along his face and one foreleg, and Fox winced on the inside. He hoped that the queen wasn't going to have his head for the injuries that her son had taken when he wasn't around to stop it.

The meat eaters turned with swords in hand, the pair of them grunting to each other before looking at him.

"What this thing? Not blue."

"No, not blue. Not thing from before."

"Got sword, can it use?"

"Nah. Look weak."

"Fuck-meat?"

"Fuck-meat."

"Yeah? And what if I'm not fuck-meat?" Fox asked, pulling the sword free from his waist. God, it was heavy. "What if I'm not so easy as you think?"

"Heh. Then we fuck-meat. But we no fuck-meat."

The two dinosaurs were cocky, and they had every right to be. They handled their weapons like warriors, definitely better with them than he was with his. The little bit of work that he had done at the academy gave him the skills to keep from embarrassing himself with a weapon and little more. They'd been training with these things for who knew how long, and the probably knew how to hurt people quite a bit better than he was.

But he had to try something. Bluffing was his only skill until he had an opening, and these guys were too close for him to switch to the blaster. Not without getting another opening.

The fact that they were calling him 'not blue' though. That meant that they had seen the other vixen, earlier. They might have been the ones responsible for her lack of dress, why she was freezing in the snow.

Well, that added to the list of things that they needed to be punished for, he thought.

Fox spun the sword as quickly as he could, trying to warm his hands back up for the fight. The other two, one green, one brown-scaled, circled around him. Soon, Fox was the one with his back to the big dino behind him, and he didn't like that in the slightest.

"Hey," he muttered. "You okay?"

"Mmmph...yeah..."

"You think you can help if I knock one at you?"

"Maybe. How do you want me to help?"

"Any way you can."

"Okay...I'll try."

Fox nodded, and put on the biggest smirk that he could possibly summon. He thought of beating Falco in their last competition, and how he had been able to lord it over the bird until he'd left the team.

Yeah, that just about did it.

"Alright. Let's see how you do against Fox McCloud. Come at me!"

One of them did just that, and it was exactly what Fox was hoping for. Both of them at once would have been hard to handle. One of them?

One of them, he could trip as he came charging forward.

One of them, he could send stumbling.

One of them, he could let fall right on the triceratop's face.

There was a sudden grunt from behind him, the SharpClaw likely having penetrated a few vital organs by falling on the sharp points of the prisoner's horns. Fox didn't let himself think about that, pushing forward instead, chasing after the other warrior.

The first few exchanges of blade on blade made it clear that he was outmatched, physically. He might have been a bit faster than the warrior, but he sure as hell wasn't strong enough to fight against that. He grunted as he flicked his blade around, trying to catch the other's sword and send it flying away, but every time he did, he suffered at least a cut, and only pure speed kept it from being a debilitating slash.

Dammit. This is not fair. This is NOT fair.

He ducked and rolled, cutting for the dinosaur's legs. The SharpClaw jumped, making him miss, and Fox barely managed to roll back out of the way. He threw his blade up, catching the next sweep, and he grunted as he was caught in a similar situation from before. The sheer strength coming down from above ground against his sword, and he could feel his arms aching in their sockets already.

The dino leaned down, smirking wide at him.

"Heh. Fuck-meat for me. No sharing with friend, but fuck-meat, then meat."

"Mmmph...like to see you...try..."

"See more than try. See me do. See my cock down throat, then under tail."

"Nnngh..."

Fox grunted as he tried to push the other male back, but he was at a horrible position for leverage. All he could do was try and keep that blade from coming any closer to his face, and he was losing at that, too, barely able to hold it back, feeling his arms sinking down little by little.

"Fall down. Lose, fuck-meat. Let fuck. Make scream before eat."

"Not...gonna...happen..."

Though how he could stop it now, he didn't know. Fox grunted as he felt himself pushed back, losing what stability he had on his knees.

He saw motion behind the warrior, saw the prisoner EarthWalker shaking his head. He realized what Tricky had in mind a split second before it was about to happen.

Fox leaned back, and Tricky thrust his head up. The impaled body of the dead warrior came flying off, spinning end over end, and it slammed right into the son of a bitch that was keeping him pinned to the floor. Fox gasped as the weight came off his sword, yelped as the dinosaur's blade cut through the space where his head had been as it spun around, and hit the ground.

The other dino was sent flying right into the wall, buried under the body of his friend. Fox jumped to his feet, running over to the prone dino, and held his sword against the SharpClaw's neck.

"Who did you say was gonna lose?" he managed to pant.

"..."

"And what did you say was gonna happen if I won?"

"...I fuck-meat..."

"Yep. You're fuck-meat."

Fox shook his head.

"I mean - oh god..."

The SharpClaw had already moved, sliding out from under the body of his dead friend as he started pulling off his armor. More and more scales were revealed as the different pieces were tossed to the floor, and despite the SharpClaw's top-heavy sort of design, with the thick shoulders and the thick arms, his body...

Well, it wasn't unappealing.

Fox blushed, though not quite as bad as he had for the vixen in the cave, as the dinosaur continued to strip down. More and more clothing and armor hit the floor, and soon, the warrior was completely naked. A scaly penis hung down between his legs, one that was pebbly from the scales and doubtlessly would do a number on any hole that it was put in.

Then the dino went to all fours, flicking up his more stubby tail, presenting his ass. He was completely rigid as he held the position, and Fox wondered just how this culture worked.

Is this their version of honor? They say you get something if you win, and you ACTUALLY get it?!

His cock twitched slightly as he stared at the scaly ass. It was small, rather than bubbly as most of his partners had had, but it had muscle to it that fit with the way that they'd been fighting. Thick and hard, with a pucker that was just visible and waiting for...

"You serious?" Fox asked.

"I lose. I fuck-meat." The SharpClaw hesitated, looking back. "If good enough, no eat?"

"..."

They were predators, he realized, and it suddenly made sense. If they weren't strong enough to fight for their lives, then they needed to be useful in some other way, something that wouldn't get them killed, something that would satiate the ones that beat them long enough for them to get away.

It must have become part of their culture over time, something that allowed them to stay alive long enough to return to the clan and come back for another try.

It was a surprisingly effective sort of cultural evolution. Looking down, though, he could tell that this was a warrior that hadn't needed to make use of it often, considering how tight he looked.

Normally, Fox wouldn't do anything of the sort. He'd kick the dino up the ass and send him running, but...

His cock had barely gone soft since leaving the blue vixen behind, and now he had another temptation, one that had his cock stiffening in his pants. He grumbled under his breath, looking back at the big triceratops in bindings behind him.

"You okay?"

"That was messed up, throwing him at my face."

"Yeah, but you threw him back."

"I'm all bloody now!"

"Yeah, but you're okay, right?"

"You want my permission to screw this guy?"

"Well...kinda?"

The triceratops rolled his eyes, but nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine for a bit. Just...hurry up."

Nodding, Fox turned back to the scaly male beneath him. The SharpClaw hadn't moved, hadn't reached for a sword, hadn't tried to sneak off. He just continued to hold himself there on all fours with his tail up, offering his ass.

And probably putting his life on the line, Fox realized. If the SharpClaw didn't satisfy someone this way, then it meant that his life could easily be ended, his body turned to food. It meant that he was dedicated to making sure it was good.

Blushing at the fact that he was actually going through with this, Fox unbuttoned his pants, pulling at the front of his underwear until his dick could push out. It wasn't the biggest thing, considering he was a fox, but it was still six and a half inches long with a bit of a knot at the base.

He ground the tapered tip between the cheeks a few times, feeling the familiar feeling of a warm rump against him. It was bumpier and more textured than the furred backsides that he was used to, but it still had the familiar give around the pucker that he liked.

Just pretend he's one of the fans back home, he thought. Think of him like a fan girl that's super kinky...

He closed his eyes, grinding the head of his cock against the pucker a few times, feeling the rim stretching on each grind until he properly 'looked' it, and then sunk inside.

"Mmmph..."

The heat inside, the hot muscles clenching around his cock, the way that the scaly male pushed back against him almost immediately to clap hips together: it was all so immediate and powerful. Fox grunted, gritting his teeth as he felt his cock completely sheathed inside of that hole all at once, his knot - barely having started to grow - suddenly experiencing a growth spurt.

"Fuck..."

He panted as he pulled back, feeling the nearly-too-dry feeling of an impromptu fuck and...well, liking it. It was different from the slippery feeling of using all the lube to make it comfortable. It was more intense, rougher, a rut rather than a simple fuck.

He started to pull the SharpClaw back against him, humping him, using him, and the SharpClaw grunted and pushed back, that muscular ass slapping against Fox's crotch as hard as he slapped his crotch against those cheeks. They were humping away in short order, and the heat and friction and tugging along his cock was only slightly made better by how much pre he was oozing down that hole.

Despite himself, he started thinking of the vixen again, wondering what it would be like if he had given in to the urges that he had when he saw her. How it would have felt to push her legs over her head, to grind against her sex until she was wet enough to slide in.

He humped faster, imagining that the warrior under him was that vixen, imagining that lovely blue and white fur pushing back, feeling her curves grinding softly against him and the doubtlessly soft whimpers of need that would come after.

Oh fuck...

Fox sped up, humping harder, faster, his knot starting to pop in and out of the SharpClaw's ass. The reptile under him grunted, gasping, probably not used to the feeling of being stretched out like that. He didn't care; he just kept going, humping harder, faster, his balls swinging forward against the larger, scaly ones under him.

They were going to rape me, then kill me, Fox thought as he curled his fingers, digging into the warrior's hips as he pulled him back again and again. They were going to make me scream. It's just fair. Just fair that I get to be a little rough back.

In and out, POP! The knot kept slapping in and out of that hole, breaking it in, making it lose all that tightness that the warrior had probably been so proud of. Fox could feel it rippling around his cock, could see how loose it was getting, how he was fucking it right into a gape that the warrior would have to show off to others.

Maybe they'll start to respect me, he thought. Realize that I'm someone that they don't want to mess with...

Might help...maybe.

In and out, in and out, that hot, almost painful heat that came from fucking a hole that was dry. It was good, but rough, hard, keeping him right on the edge as he stabbed his cock in deeper, harder, further. His knot was almost at full size.

Don't get caught. Don't get caught inside. Just thrust, just -

"What in the world..."

It was a different voice. A feminine one. Fox froze in mid-thrust, looking up.

It was the vixen. She'd woken up, and she was now seeing him in the middle of -

His cheeks burned about as hot as they could possibly get, and he pulled out of the SharpClaw's ass. The warrior slumped to the floor, a wet splash telling him that the SharpClaw had either fallen in a puddle of pre-cum or actual cum, and he didn't know which. However, his cock was still hard, still pointing straight out of his pants, and Fox blushed worse as he tried to cover it.

"Uh...he offered," he managed to grunt. "I...My name is Fox. Fox McCloud. Who are you?"

"...You are here to rescue this...prisoner...and you're..."

She gestured at the fallen SharpClaw, then at him, slowly shaking her head.

"...I only have so much professionalism, miss," he managed to say as he struggled to tuck his cock back into his pants, trying to ignore the blue-balled feeling that came with it. "I used it up when I found you naked in the tunnels."

"You - oh. That was you that did that?"

"Yes."

"...You probably saved my life. I thank you for that, and for your...professionalism."

"You're welcome."

"Hey, uh, not trying to be a pain, but I'm kinda still tied up here," the triceratops/EarthWalker said.

"Right. Sorry."

Fox and the blue vixen worked on getting him out of his chains. It didn't take long, and soon, he was completely free.

And they, Fox realized, needed to get moving. The SharpClaw that had been manning the cannons hadn't been idle, it seemed, and he could hear the sound of reinforcements running down from further up the pass.

Thankfully, there was something else in the storehouse that they could use to get away. Fox smiled as he revved up a speeder, looking over at the blue vixen.

"Can you ride?"

"Yes. Can you?"

"Heh...let me show you what I can do. Got a name?"

"Krystal."

"See you at the bottom of the mountain, Krystal. Tricky! Try and keep up!" he shouted as he gunned the engine, the three of them bursting out of the storehouse at the same time as they went flying down the mountain.

The End