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Things came back to Fox in a blurry mess of muted colors. His eyes struggled to focus as his senses started coming back one at a time. ("Well, I'm not dead. Head's pounding too much for that... That's a good start.") He groaned as his senses of touch came back as pins and needles.

The first thing he noticed was that he was in a dimly lit room, the only light source a soft blue cast over the natural stone gray of the ceiling, the source of which he hadn't identified yet. The next thing he noticed was that he was wet and naked.

He was in some sort of bathtub like structure, a small amount of slick warm fluid still draining from the bottom of it. It reminded him of the stasis pods medical staff would use for intensive care patients.

Or less ethically, the ones he'd seen in mission reports regarding the venomian bio-weapons.

He pushed himself upright, head still swimming so the motion made him to unsteady to try getting to his feet yet. That's when he noticed the third thing. His 'lil McCloud' had apparently decided for some bright and early carpentry. "...why is-" that's when the memories came flooding back. The artificial planetoid. The AI. The hard-light holograms... Oh gods the things they did to him.

"... I officially want off this place." He muttered as he chanced his weight on his legs. Still a bit unsteady, but he'd manage.

The fluid still soaked in his fur had to go he decided. Thankfully a collection of sterile white towels set on a cabinet nearby. It took far more time than he'd like using them to get dry from the concoction. Silently he wished for the full body air dryer in his personal bathroom aboard the Great Fox. Poofed up or not, it made short work of what now felt like it was taking hours as he tossed towel after towel on a damp pile trying to get his tail to not resemble a mop head.

Good enough he decided. Now for some clothing, as he really didn't want to wander around on an Andross built station fully nude. He began to dig through the cabinet drawers. Making a face he realized most of it was skin-tight jumpsuits of some sort, but in the top drawer, nearly folded alongside his boots was his clothing, including his father's old red bandana he had worn for luck and comfort.

Pants had been awkward as his downstairs head refused to calm down even as he tried to zip up. Probably lingering effects of whatever had been injected into him. He'd worry about that once he found his way out of here he decided. Gloves on, he paused as he realized his arm felt a little too light. His wrist-comm! Damn. Suppose it was too much to hope that would be here too. Not that it'd do him a lot of good he remembered. He was cut off from any outside signals while on this damn rock.

Right. Getting off this rock was a priority. The room lead further than the lights from the... Pod. Tub. Thing? The thing he had crawled out of. The lights from that weren't enough to light the whole room. So, steeling his nerves, he head out of the light and into the shade. His race's natural nocturnal vision helped as his eyes adjusted. The room felt more like a cave, as it led directly to some sort of corridor that gently sloped upwards. As he went up the edges of the corridor grew rougher, more rounded. Before he realized it he was walking on stone and compacted dirt instead of tile. Daylight filtered in as he came to an opening.

Stepping out into the artificial sunlight of the station habitat, Fox had to pause in wonder. The horizon betrayed the depths of space outside as specks of stars and distant planets bled through the fake blue sky, but the lush vegetation before him stretched on past his sight. In the distance some massive alien species plucked fruit from the treetops with its elongated neck. Some sort of avians sailed lazily past clouds that he realized weren't just images on the giant dome overhead but actual cumulus formations. The air was warm and tropic, and there was a breeze. An honest to goodness wind ruffled through his fur...

For all his complaints, for all the suspicion and sinister secrets this place probably held, Fox had to admit... It was gorgeous land to behold.

Fox looked out over the landscape. There was a lake nearby. Probably a good place to start as any. If nothing else getting some water would be a good plan, and a way to clean any remaining gunk off himself.

He made his way over to the water's edge. All the while trying to track where he was going so he could find his way back to the vantage point offered by the cave entrance if he needed it. It was a mostly downhill jaunt, around trees that were some form of tropical fruit bearing sort of varying heights. The vegetation grew thicker as he got closer to the water's edge, finally having to push past leaves and grasses as he drew close.

Standing but a few yards from him, waded in the water up to her knees with her back to him, was a vixen. Her fur however was not bright firey orange as one would expect, but instead a vibrant brilliant blue to rival the surface of the lake she bathed in. Her legs were shapely, a balance of muscle and fat that made the Merc captain fantasize about running his fingertips along them, and see how his hands would sink into the giving flesh of her rear end. Even from behind he could see the curve of her upper torso, the rippling of strength in her core that accented the gentle sway of the twin orbs he could only glance a slight side view of as her arm raised. Instinct alone kept his head on his shoulders as he ducked just in time for a metal rod went flying towards the woman's outstretched arm, sailing through the space the back of his skull had been moments prior.

The otherworldly woman caught the rod, and with a quick twirl it extended into a full sized staff, which she was now pointing in his direction with a glare. Gods even when she looked ready to murder him for intruding she was gorgeous- No! Wrong time for such thoughts! Fox mentally shook his head to try and clear it from the drug remnants and put his hands up while snapping his eyes shut.

"I'm sorry! Honest accident! I didn't know anyone was here-" a quick sidestep as he heard the whistle of the staff swinging through the air to try and smash his face in. Too close for comfort he thought as earth flew with the impact of the staff's head on the ground.

"Nxe uho 0ei udt nx0 uho 0ei ju0adw ed mo?!" She yelled at him as she raised the staff head in threat.

"...what?" Fox blinked. Whoever this naked woman trying to smash him to pieces was she clearly didn't speak the same language as him. He was already off kilter enough trying to focus on not being hit while fending off intrusive lewd fantasies about her gorgeous frame against him. Trying to recognize the lanugaue she spoke was out of the question right now.

He brought his forearms up to block a sweep of her staff that would have knocked the wind from him. "Lady, I don't want to fight you!" Fox yelled out as he showed head the staff to the side when she went for a jab to his ribs. She followed it up by using the redirected momentum to bring the other end around for a swipe at his head again, forcing him to back up.

Fox's old CQC training filtered through his mind. He was out of practice since the majority of his missions involved sitting behind the controls of a high powered machine, or at the very least having a blaster on hand. At this point instinct and muscle memory was all he had keeping the azure stranger from knocking his block off.

"No'ho 0ei jodk xoho r0 kxuk tumd musxado?! A ned'k ro kubod utludkuwo ev je oujac0 kxaj kamo!" She snarled. Fox knew he was on the losing end of this fight. He didn't want to try and hit her back as that would only make things worse, which put him on the defensive, giving up ground with each exchange. Not to mention her superior reach with that staff meant getting inside her defenses would be tricky.

Fox sidestepped and pushed the staff head away from himself as he had been expecting another jab. His froearm slid down the length to go for the disarm, hoping that without her weapon he could end the fight more peacefully. What surprised him was how cold the alien metal had become to the touch. He glanced back towards it in confusion, further surprised to find a steady flow of chilled air laiden with frost and flakes of ice erupting from the staff head.

"...what the heck-" the Vixen had taken his distraction as an opportunity to sweep his forward leg out from under him with her own. Fox landed on his back hard, air knocked from his lungs when the Vixen took the opportunity to pin him down. She sat on his legs to keep him from kicking up, while her staff was used to pin his arms at the wrists above his head.

"Den! Kocc mo nxe 0ei uho udt..." She blinked and leaned forward to stare at his face, as if suddenly realizing something. Fox meanwhile was fighting a constant battle in his own head, between shame at being caught off-guard, fear for what would happen to him next, and the instinctual urge to stare down at the heavenly form straddling him. "Ev seihjo. 0ei sud'k jfoub Saurian." The woman let out an annoyed sigh before moving one hand from her staff to his temple.

At her touch Fox began to feel a tingling sensation through his head. Like goosebumps, but inside his skull. "Av 0ei uho addesodk, vehwalo mo. A neict dehmucc0 ujb fohmajjaed vahjk. Rik tojfohuko kamoj," she whispered, staring into his eyes. Fox blushed as he realized just how close her muzzle drifted towards his own. Against his better judgment he wondered what her lips would taste like against his own. Then his thoughts were pulled against his own will, suddenly shifting in fragments of a moment. The basic alphabet, lessons on sentence structure and grammar from his time as a young kit, I before E except after C along with all the odd exemptions to the rule. It was like the entirety of his life spent learning how to read and speak his native tongue was being reviewed in the span of seconds. When it was over he felt dizzy, certain if he was not pinned to the ground he would have lost his footing.

"Cornerian... Corn-air-ian." Fox blinked away the mental fatigue as he realized the vixen on top of him was sounding out the name of the language, her features scrunching up as if feeling out how to make the proper sounds. "...Your language is like," she paused and closed her eyes, "like a thief in the night, going through other languages pockets for loose grammar." She opened her eyes, attempting to resume her intimidating staredown, yet the effect was slightly ruined by the gentle upturn of the corners of her mouth at her own joke.

"...How did you... who are you?" Fox wondered aloud even as his wrists began to throb from the pressure of her staff against them. The vixen tilted her head, and Fox felt the same tingling run through his head again. This time however he felt... refreshed, yet curious. Full of wonder and suspicion and... oh dear. He blushed as he realized just how much the tent in his pants was being stimulated by his prone situation. "Spirits, your mind burns like a star... Fox?" She blinked and tilted her head. "You're named for your species... That's adorable."

Fox blushed harder as the attractive woman's compliment. But how did she learn his name- wait. Couldn't be. Could it? "...You're in my head?"

"You're quick on the uptake too. Yes. I am a telepath. Now then, I could just go digging around inside your head, but..." Fox saw the space where white and blue met on her face become tinged pink. "You seem to be a bit preoccupied... Thank you for the compliments though." She grinned as she watched his eye twitch to avoid staring at her bosom. "But tell me, Fox McCloud. Why are you here?"

Fox cleared his throat and pinched his eyes shut to try and clear his thoughts again. "Right, Umm. Well as you... already know. I'm Fox McCloud. I'm captain of a team called StarFox, here investigating a missing person, as well as this station itself, on behalf of the Cornerian Military... and I would really appreciate it if you didn't clobber my lights out, miss."

"..." The vixen lifted her staff, but remained sitting on him, holding the staff level so she could strike him down again if he tried anything. Fox made a point of keeping his palms open where she could see them. "I'm unarmed. Don't even have my Nav-Unit. Damn AI welcoming committee took it from me apparently." he added the last part under his breath as he tried hard to push the memories down. He could still feel a bit of her presence in his head, and REALLY didn't feel like sharing that experience with a stranger... even if she was one of the most drop dead gorgeous sights in the entire Lylat.

"Flattery will get you everywhere Mr. McCloud." She laughed aloud as he once again blushed, mouth agape as he struggled to find ways to recover from her teasing. "Forgive me, it seems you are just as much a victim of this place as I am." She used her staff to help push herself upright, holding her hand out to assist him up. "You're some manner of Private Warrior from what I've seen and what you've told me. Beholden to your own moral code rather than the code of a governing military." Fox found the Vixen circling around him, her eyes glancing over him and his uniform appraisingly, even with her own state of undress. Her staff had collapsed into the smaller rod that it had been when she had somehow pulled it into her waiting hand.

"Well, I am the missing individual you spoke of it seems. Though it's a wonder my old ship even is still sending out any sort of distress beacon at this point. I've been stuck here for... Honestly I'm not certain. I was forced unconscious for some time, and..." She gripped one arm just below her elbow, fidgeting. Fox felt... shame, desire, panic, anger, a storm of emotions. But blunted, as if they weren't his own. Odd... did her powers work both ways? She was so distressed looking, and feeling what he did, he wanted to reach out, comfort her, and he didn't even know what her name was.

"I think I can guess at some of it based on what I went through." Fox said, trying to help move past the point in the conversation that was bothering her, he stuck his hand out. "But, if we're both stuck here, we should help each other out. Part of my job description yanno?" He offered a sincere smile.

"And your job has you rescuing young damsels in distress often?" She was nearly reduced to giggles as he sputtered and quickly looked anywhere but at her exposed front. She was enjoying teasing the poor Todd, as it was clear by his reactions her state of undress was at odds with his inner sense of politeness. "You've already seen just about everything. And you seem to enjoy the view as well. Honestly I don't get why so many cultures teach us to shame our own natural responses to the physical form." She pointedly walked over so that she was in his field of view again, arms folded behind herself and arching her back slightly so her chest thrust out a bit more.

"Tell you what, Hero," oh gods. Fox quickly set about thinking about cold baths at her calling him that (though only succeeded in thinking of how cold her bathing in the lake had to be). "You're here for information, and to play rescue mission for anything smart enough to think for itself on this station yes? I'll help you out... If, you do me a little favor.

Fox's thoughts came to a complete halt as suddenly the Vixen's tongue was in his mouth. Without skipping a beat, his body's instincts kicked into gear and his own began to wrestle with hers as his arms came up and tugged her to his chest. What was he doing!? He just met this woman and he was holding her like... Like a lover that belonged in his arms and he in hers... It felt so... Right

She broke it off first, but kept her body pressed tightly against his. Fox panted for breath, confused but wanting very much to do that again. He felt something wet against his thigh, and realized she was grinding her crotch against him.

"I'm sorry. This is... Very forward for you I can tell. But I..." The vixen was having a hard time concentrating, and fox finally realized the smell coming from her. She was in heat. And from the looks of things she was pent up.

"You... I..." Fox stammered. He wasn't unfamiliar with a woman trying to get in his pants, reputation and celebrity status got the todd plenty of fans and gold diggers alike. But unlike Falco teased him, he was very self conscious about sharing physical affections with anyone. He'd only had one relationship before, and it had not gone on for long.

"Your mind burns like a sun.You're a leader but shy.A warrior, but moral..." The vixen whispered into his ear while her hands moved to scratch the back of his head softly. "I see it all in your mind... I'm sorry, I know this is all too much for you but... Please help me."

That broke whatever ill-conceived notion of saying No he had in two.

His hands squeezed her rear in affirmation before breaking away to undo his belt. Accursed flight suit overall pants thing he thought angrily as he struggled to get the straps off his shoulders.

She giggled softly before spinning on the spot so she faced away from him. While he was busily kicking off a boot tangled with his pants, she used the end of her tail to brush against the bulge in his underwear, flicking against the tip of his manhood that peaked past the edge.

The Vixen then, perhaps to give him one last tease, bent over on all fours, presenting her shapely ass and puffy wet lips to the male. Shooting a sultry grin over her shoulder at him.

Take me hero-boy. Her voice echoed inside his skull.

Fox swore he was going to die of a heart attack with how quickly this vixen pushed his buttons and teased him. Clothing tossed aside he stepped behind her, his red rocket smacking against her rear with a muffled thump. She moaned aloud from the action, wiggling her hips as she whined for the male to put out the raging fire inside of her.

Fox let out a soft growl as he ground his manhood against the soft downy fluff beneath her tail. He took himself in one hand and lined his tip up against her damp tunnel entrance. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating despite the cool chill of the water that clung to her. She was so wet, and literally begging for him. Yet still he held back and pushed in achingly slowly, he did not want to cause this vision of beauty undo harm.

She encouraged him to plunge deeper, pushing against him and letting out soft noises of satisfaction. In Fox's mind he could feel her own need and pleasure, echoing his own, as she begged for him to fill her to the brim.

("I must be dreaming... So warm, so tight...") He thought as he pushed himself to his knot into her hungry cunt. He stayed there for a moment, relishing in the sensations as her inner walls squeezed around him. "Fuuuuuck..." He hissed out through his clenched teeth, meanwhile she clawed at the grass beneath her hands.

Finally, he drew back, and began to pump his dick, in and out of her, each stroke going a little further, testing the waters for both of them. Finding how deep she wanted, what speed she wished for. He found her wanting for both and more, which he was all too pleased to give. Gods knew the pair wanted nothing more than to shed every hesitation and go at each other like feral animals. She could tell. He needed this as bad as she did, his needs out of control by the hormones and drugs flowing through him, but he was going slow, working up to the frenzy to ensure he gave her nothing but bliss along the way... In what conscious thought she could manage at the time, it was touching.

The todd continued to thrust into her, and with each one his furry sack would clap against her clit, making her thighs involuntarily seize together to clench harder on the hot pounding fox-cock inside of her. Oh goddesses this was sooo much better than the damned machine.

The male was gentle where it needed, forceful where she wanted. And most of all, he had held his own burning desires back until she had made it unmistakably clear she wanted him. He didn't know it yet, but she was already thinking of him as HER todd in the ways of her culture. She wanted more. Her core burned, ached, longed for him to fill it. Every muscle inside of her squeezing and sucking, trying to milk him to climax. She NEEDED it like she needed to breath, eat, and drink. Her breasts swayed with their rutting, beads of sweat gathering on her nipples as they hardened into points. Oh if only he would take them in hand and- oh YES. If she didn't know any better he could read her mind just as much as she could his.

One hand had seized hold of her left breast, kneading and toying with it, gently tugging the nipple and rolling a thumb over it. Fox's right hand however, gave her rump a firm smack, digging his fingers into the giving flesh there before running through the soft fur of the white spiral marking on her hip. The vixen cried aloud in delight and pushed against him as her tongue lapped out of her mouth. She was loving every bit of this.

Fox clenched his eyes shut as he tried to stave off the building pressure in his cock. It felt too good to end, and this vixen had begged him for relief. He couldn't finish with her unsatisfied. His hand moved to grab the base of her tail, earning another loud moan as he stimulated the centuries old rutting instincts those nerves brought out of her. He pounded into her over and over, his knot trying hard to push in and tie them together, but the wetness of her passage only succeeding in giving it a very stimulated pop as it pushed past her pussy lips over and over.

The Vixen's front lowered as her hips shook, urging him deeper. Her telepathic powers were out of her control now. She could feel him, his pleasure and self-denial as if it were her own. Oh spirits just give in!! This was the sweetest torture as his will to hold his own orgasm back until she came was preventing her from coming as well, leaving her in a constant limbo, dangled on the edge of paradise.

Finally biology won out as Fox's knot swelled to the point the slippery fluid could no longer allow it to pop in and out of her, and the clamping of her inner walls around his base became too much. The two cried aloud as they climaxed, a rush of fluids clashing and drowning the insides of the vixen as her body convulsed around him.

Fox was certain he had perished now. This was far too grand to be real as every time he thought his orgasm was winding down, the divinity made flesh that was his woman would squeeze another shot of cum out of him.

Finally they laid on the shore of the lake, slumped over one another, panting for breath, their minds and utter mess of euphoria. Fox sluggishly rolled to one side so not to crush her with his weight, pulling her sideways as well as they remained tied together, feeling their combined fluids leaking over his length.

She moved to push against his bare chest, enjoying the beating of his heart against her back, and the warm sensation of his fur against her own. Krystal, by the way she spoke into his mind as her lungs were still recovering too much to speak it aloud. My name. You wanted to know it... Thank you, Fox.

Fox was at a loss, his own mind too overwhelmed to know how he was supposed to react. Finally he did what felt right, and pulled his arms around the exotic blue lover, hugging close to her. ("you're welcome, Krystal.") The pair were far too worn out from their shared release, the first of many as it would prove. A nap was in order before anything further.

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_He was aboard the Great Fox, in his own bed. Starlight filtered in through the window across the room, a deep sunset red color. Must be passing by Solar or something he thought idly. He knew he should get up and get to work. If he didn't Peppy would just lecture him later. But bed was so comfy, and so warm. He rolled over to look out at the Lylat and buy himself five more minutes... but it wasn't the Lylat he saw.

Instead he saw a lush verdant landscape of an unfamiliar world. The sky a rich violet-pink, a sunset reflected in an ocean as smooth as glass, and a beach of pearl white sands. Lush vegetation of blues and reds made up a jungle that extended far past the edges of the window. Large stone structures towered over the jungle in the distance.

An arm draped over his chest, pulling a body closer to him with a sleepy yawn. Glancing down showed blue fur against his own orange and cream... Krystal? She was in bed with him, snuggled up to his back. How did... was he dreaming?

A shadow passed over the window, drawing his attention back outside. His peace and wonder at the sequence was shattered by a massive stone mask face looking in on them._

"Find Me."

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"The Male and Female Subjects have copulated. Despite both subjects showing reluctance during physical evaluation, personal reproduction seems to have gone smoothly. This unit shall continue monitoring. Considering creating sub-AI specifically to oversee this pair. Male's genetic treatments currently showing no visible alterations, this may change with time. Checking status of first egg... Genetically stable, however invalid for repopulation efforts now that male subject has been found... Will preserve for genetic reference material later."