FSE

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"Okay, let's try. . . this."

Fox McCloud desperately worked the coolant purge lever with his right paw, grunting with each pump as the sweat rapidly built up across his forehead. Behind the cockpit, the thick liquid could be heard gurgling and sloshing with each clank of the piston, lapping against the walls of the coolant reservoir, going nowhere.

"Did it work, Fox?" Krystal leaned over his seat from her position at the rear of the cockpit. She was a little cramped, pressed up against the canopy with very little room to move about, but in their current situation, they had little choice.

After a minute or two, Fox gave up, settling back in the flight seat and wiping the sweat from his brow. They two vulpines gazed out the canopy of the space fighter, watching Krystal's stricken arwing spin uncontrollably as it tumbled towards the bright blue orb of Corneria.

"Scratch one arwing." grumbled Fox, flicking a few switches in front of him.

At the rate they were going, it would be two arwings before the end of the day. A routine training flight, a simple orbital transfer, had been thrown into disarray when an unexpected magnetic storm, courtesy of a rather energetic solar flare, had scrambled the majority of their electronics. Krystal's craft had fared the worst, requiring that she bail out. Fortunately, Fox had been able to scoop her up, briefly exposing his cockpit to the hard vacuum of space as he collected the vixen. She was shaken, and a little flustered, but the ten-second exposure had had no lasting harm.

"Fox." she said, a little worried. "Should we call Peppy and the others? Have them come and pick us up?"

Fox worked his paws over the flight stick, trying to garner some manner of response from the fine maneuver thrusters. Nothing. For all intents and purposes, the arwing was dead in the water, a floating chunk of metal, tumbling end over end as it slowly approached the atmosphere.

"No point; they're on the other side of the planet, and even if they could reach us in time, comms are all fried up."

Krystal sat back, gnawing on her claws.

"We're not out of the game yet, Krystal, we can always just. . ."

Fox waited until the nose of the craft was pointed above the horizon then slammed his fist down on the main engine ignition switch. The thrusters roared to lift, boosting the craft forward for a brief moment before coughing, spluttering. . .

. . . and dying.

Fox's muzzle fell open. He felt panic rise in his chest, his heartbeat racing as he hurriedly scrambled to perform a systems check.

"Crap! Crap crap crap! Uh. . . backup igniters." He frantically flicked a few more switches. "Fire!"

Again, nothing.

"Uh. . . fuel dump, overload the main engine coil."

The whole craft shook, throwing the two foxes violently about the cockpit as the rear half of the arwing erupted in flame. Long strands of burning fuel and oxidisers jetted into space, brilliantly illuminating them for a brief second before running dry.

"Fox. . ." Krystal's voice too was starting to sound panicked.

Fox simply stared at his paws. That was his last card; there was no reigniting the engines now, not with half the assembly spreading itself across their orbital path in a thousand different pieces.

Well, sub-orbital now.

The nose had pitched down and, despite their altitude, the radiant blue of Corneria was getting ever so slightly larger.

Fox looked back at Krystal, wide eyed and silent. She had never seen this expression before in all years as part of the team. She had seen him face down monstrous dinosaurs, space pirates, vicious outlaws and hideous, corrupted Aparoids, but she had never seen this.

He was afraid.

With his sudden loss of confidence, Krystal too felt a lump form in her throat. He was a far better pilot, and knew the arwing inside and out. If Fox was out of ideas, that meant. . .

"Foxy." she said, her voice wavering a little. "Are we. . ."

Fox didn't respond. Locking his gaze with hers, he opened and closed his mouth a few times, wordlessly trying to express something. His paws trembled, and he had to hold them to his chest to keep himself steady.

"Fox?"

"Krystal. . . I. . ." A lone tear rolled down his cheek.

The vixen's paws shot to her mouth. "No! No, don't talk like that, don't say it!"

Fox cradled his own head, a few more tears joining the first. "I can't fix it!"

"No, no there must be something, you're so good at this! You've always got us out before!"

". . . I can't."

The exterior of the arwing started to glow a faint red. The craft gently bucked and tossed about as the upper reaches of Corneria's atmosphere lapped at its underside.

"L-look!" said Krystal, pointing to the source of light. "We. . . we just need to get some air under the wings, right? You said this thing can. . . can take, what, six thousand degrees?"

Fox shook his head. "Not like this, though, n-not re-entry this steep."

Krystal slumped back, her own paws now shaking and trembling. The expression on Fox's face, the look of utter defeat and resignation, it was crushing, it was too much for her to bare.

"How long?" she asked.

"About five minutes."

"And. . . we're going to die?"

He gently nodded his head. ". . . I'm. . . I'm so sorry."

Krystal curled up, pulling her knees to her chest, and stared at Fox, who was sobbing softly as the craft pitched and yawed under him. She wanted to cry too, to bawl her eyes out, lament all the time they would never share, and the budding relationship that would now be snuffed out. The past three years had been a mere blur, from her captivity on Sauria, to the Aparoid invasion, and now here, plummeting like a meteorite into the crisp blue atmosphere of her adopted homeworld. It was far too short a time, far too little to get to know each other.

And they only had five minutes of it left.

She too, was terrified out of her wits; the reality of having to face death something for which she was simply not prepared. Still shaking, the blue vixen closed her eyes, reaching out with her mind. Her telepathic powers fired from her neurons and probed at the surrounding aura, sensing and tasting for the mental states of those nearby. There was fear, regret, self-hate and sadness; a strong swirling of emotion from both her and Fox. Above all these, however, was loneliness. With a slight exertion, she pushed her mind forward, transcending her own body and touching at Fox's psyche.

". . . it's ok."

He wasn't able to respond; he simply didn't have the mental attunement, though Krystal was able to feel him, if only vaguely.

"Fox. . . look at me."

With the soothing voice flowing through his mind, Fox lifted his head from his paws, turning himself about to face Krystal. The vixen was already clambering her way over the flight seat, squeezing herself between his furred body and the canopy glass as she deposited herself in his lap. Now facing him, she straddled his waist, wrapping her arms about his neck and moving her muzzle in closer.

"Don't be sorry," she said softly, the quiver evident in her voice, "If this is how it ends, then I'm glad it ends with you."

Krystal's paws brushed lightly against his firm abdomen, probing at him through his flight suit, feeling his athletic body as she inched herself ever closer. Her muzzle contacted his, her lips parting and locking him into a tender and loving kiss. They pecked gently at each other for all of a second before Fox's arms shot upward, wrapping around Krystal's back and pulling the vixen tightly into his embrace. Her own paws also slid up, her palms pressing into him and feeling his toned chest. Their kiss deepened and their tongues shot from their muzzles, rubbing and sliding over each other and the two foxes furiously made out.

It was a moment they wanted to enjoy; something they had both been longing to do since they first met all that time ago on Sauria, yet had never had the chance. Something they would never do again.

With a groan, Krystal pulled back. Her mouth hung open, her hot breath coming in gasps and tickling at Fox's nose. Every part of her smelled incredible!

"Fox!" she moaned, her paws tearing and clawing at his jacket, ripping the fabric and popping buttons about the cockpit. "Undress me."

"W-what are you doing?"

"Something I should have done a long time ago." Her tongue lashed out, lapping across his now-bare fur, tasting his musk.

A loud bang did little to jolt them from their passion. The craft continued to gain speed, the glow surrounding them having now flared up considerably, bathing them both in a brilliant orange light.

With a renewed sense of urgency, Fox followed the vixen's lead and shredded her form-fitting flight suit from her body. A few quick slashes of his claws had her pert and shapely breasts springing into view. He wasted no time, as they had so little, and took one of her nipples into his mouth, working his tongue over the nub a few times while his paws continued to slide the remains of her clothing down her back.

"That's it, Fox, no. . . no need to be gentle!"

Another bang. The arwing dipped sharply to the left.

Fox's own jacket was quickly discarded, and Krystal began working at his pants, rapidly unbuckling his belt and sliding them halfway down his furred thighs.

"K-krystal. . ." panted Fox, barely maintaining his composure. "S-suck me, just this once."

"Anything. . ." Her muzzle descended down, her paws tearing his boxer shorts away as she engulfed him in her hot, wet maw. After their brief few seconds of making out, Fox was already at half mast. Krystal took him all the way into her waiting vixen muzzle, sucking deeply and lashing his cockhead with her tongue. He was hard within seconds, moaning and wiggling his hips slightly in the confines of the flight seat.

The master caution buzzed in their ears. "Krystal. . ."

She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, forcing as much of his hardness down her throat as she could. She growled about his shaft, flicking her tongue back and forth a few final times before pulling his foxhood from her maw, a few strands of spittle forming between her lips and his tip.

"Sorry, Fox, there's. . . just no time."

She slid herself back up his body, running her now-bare breasts across his now-bare chest and locking him into another brief, though furiously passionate kiss. Her fingers worked over his now-slick foxhood a few times, freeing it entirely from the confines of his tattered clothing. Her free paw grabbed at his, pulling his furred digits to her muzzle and suckling on them, coating them with her warm saliva.

"Here." she moaned, taking his now damp paw and forcing it between her thighs, "You'll need to. . . prepare me. Hurry, please!"

Fox pushed his paw up Krystal's inner thigh, slipping it under the crotch of her white cotton panties and plunging two of his digits deep into her sex. The vixen bit her lip, sucking in a sharp breath as Fox's fingers penetrated her. She was slightly damp, and very, very warm. The combination of her own saliva and Fox's ministrations had her gasping and gyrating her hips after a few thrusts of his fingers, her feminine nectar now dripping onto his palm.

And she was tight. Very tight.

"Fox. . . f-finger me a little. . . just ten seconds. . . ohhhhh!"

The sight of this vixen, his vixen, fucking herself senseless on his fingers, howling and screaming his name, her sensuous blue fur bathed in the crimson glow of their impending doom, filled him with the most ravenous lust. They had so little time, mere minutes to live out a lifetime of unrequited feelings and desires.

He retracted his fingers, eliciting another gasp from the vixen, before placing both his paws on her waist and pulling her close, positioning her dripping entrance above his cock.

The tremble in his voice only got worse. "K-Krystal. . . I need you. I want t-to be. . . with you. I always have, I just never. . ."

Krystal silenced him with another kiss. "Fox, I've wanted this for so, so long. Come what may, I'm yours. I'm yours until the end."

Again she focused her telepathic energies, fighting to overcome her own fear as she reached out for Fox. This time, they were so desperately in need of each other, so utterly and completely devoid of all other concerns, that she was able to establish a link. Fox's emotions flowed into her, and her's into him. Fear, anger, loss, sadness, terror. . . and compassion.

She gazed into him, her eyes glowing blue with her psychic aura. "FUCK ME."

"Krystal I. . . ohhhh. . .OH GOD!" Fox moaned with unrestrained pleasure as he pulled her hips downward, his cockhead parting her folds and slipping inside her warm, wet and waiting tunnel. He wanted to savour this moment; the sensation of her most intimate place spreading about his foxhood, smearing her juices up his shaft and sinking down, inch by glorious inch.

"I.. . I can. . . feel you. . . god, it's so. . . good!"

The telepathic link between them shared more than just their emotions. It shared their pleasure. Fox could feel Krystal's ecstasy, the luxurious sensation of her cunt being filled by his throbbing shaft; and she could feel his, her own warmth engulfing him, driving both of their minds to the very edge.

"Fox. . . FOX!"

And then the G-diffuser shorted out. As the arwing decelerated in the atmosphere, the two foxes were crushed into the flight seat with several times the force of Corneria's gravity. The sudden force violently pushed Fox downward, his arms dropping from Krystal's hips and slamming into the cockpit floor.

And impaled Krystal all the way onto Fox's shaft.

"Oh FUCK!" He had never been inside someone like this, never this deep, never this tight. He strained against the deceleration, pushing every muscle in his body to it's limit as he lifted Krystal from his cock, pulling her folds all the way back to his very tip before slamming her down again.

"FUCK!"

And again.

"FUCK! OH GOD FUCK ME!"

The altimeter kicked in. One hundred thousand metres. The craft shuddered again as the atmospheric flight control surfaces were torn from the wings, causing the craft to settle into a flat spin as it rapidly descended towards the ground.

Fox was nearing his release. He pumped his shaft madly at Krystal's pussy, slamming all the way in with each thrust; his insatiably vixen screaming and howling and moaning as her own orgasm rapidly approached.

Eighty thousand metres.

"Krystal. . . I'm. . . almost there. . . we. . . have. . . to. . ."

Her tongue rolled from her mouth. ". . .do it. . . please!"

Sixty thousand.

In blissful, rapturous union, Fox and Krystal came, his vulpine cock jetting his seed into her needy snatch. Krystal threw her head back and let out a deep, guttural moan as her own loins exploded with fluid, drenching fox's lap and mixing with his cum. Their orgasms flowed over each other, the telepathic link sharing this most deep and intimate of connections.

"Oh yes, Fox. . . inside me, give me kits!" She pulled her head back, her paws grasping at his cheeks, kissing him before speaking again. "Fill me with kits that we'll never have. . ."

Forty thousand.

Fox bucked and thrust into his lover a few more times. If he was going to die, he wanted to take this sight with him; this gorgeous vixen bouncing on his cock, fucking him like nothing else mattered. No-one else but the two of them, together until the end.

Twenty thousand.

With a final thrust, both he and Krystal peaked, screaming each other's name before collapsing in the chair, sweaty and spent.

And together.

Fox gingerly lifted Krystal's head by her chin, giving her one final kiss, gazing deeply into those big, purple eyes. "You're so. . . beautiful. I wish. . . we could spend eternity together."

A tear rolled down her cheek. "We will. . . for all time. I promise. . ."

The collision alarm sounded.

Fox choked up, his own tears now flowing freely down his cheeks. He held Krystal firmly against his chest, shutting his eyes and awaiting the end.

"Krystal, I. . . I lo. . ."

She squeezed him a little tighter. "You don't need to say it, Fox, I can feel it."

Her eyes closed too.

"I can feel it. . ."

<WARP GATE OVERRIDE>

Fiery oblivion would have to wait, their world filled instead by the shrill alert of one of the arwing's few remaining functional systems. The ground rushed up, Fox's eyes opening and catching the altimeter reading at 57 metres before his vision was overwhelmed with the most intense, brilliant white light.

"Caught ya!" Falco's voice crackled over the short range comms channel. "Straight through the planet, beat that!"

"I. . . what the heck?"

Hearts still pound and fur coats slick with sweat and love juices, the two vulpines glanced about, blinking in disbelief. The ominous grey form of the Great Fox floated above them. The arwing was burned to a crisp, its structure barely holding together, but they were alive.

Their eyes met, and they each blushed the most vivid, furious red.

"Was. . . was all. . . that. . ." Fox started.

Krystal finished his sentence. "Real?"

"Yeah. Did you mean everything?"

She nodded, muzzle splitting into a sheepish grin "I did."

"Me too. I lo. . ."

Her finger pressed to his lips. "Don't say it, Foxy, I can feel it."