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The alert came during the early hours of what the Great Fox's central computer had decided was morning. A few minutes past two; an unsociable time during which anyone whose daily schedule remotely resembled functional would be fast asleep. Though it went without saying that such timings were arbitrary, and calculated on a twenty five, rather than twenty four hour day. A remarkable oddity of evolution that more suited the mammalian crew member's biological clocks. Avian and serpentine species found themselves, however, at a disadvantage.

Being the self-declared hour that it was, the alert fell upon the ears of one Fox McCloud, slumbering otherwise soundly in his cabin. While crew members were entitled to rest and relaxation during downtime, no such luxury was afforded to the captain. At all hours, he was responsible for the ship, and as such had to respond to everything and anything that required his attention.

The annoying beeping on the panel above the head of his bed certainly demanded it.

He was well drilled in all matters of shipcraft, and bolted from the bed in a flash. His ears had picked up the tone; a short range emergency beacon. Someone was in trouble, and a lot of it.

"Rob," Fox said, slamming his paw into the door release and jogging into the central gangway, "direction and distance."

<Heading zero-five-seven. Elevation twenty three degrees. Distance twelve thousand metres>

"Prep my arwing."

The sprint to the hanger, all but muscle memory for the vulpine mercenary after hundreds of sorties, took some fifteen seconds. A brief detour around the perimeter of the launch deck, courtesy of a yet-to-be-cleared coolant spill from the previous day's flight activities, added a further three seconds. Some twenty five seconds had elapsed from the time the alert sounded to the moment Fox deposited himself into the arwing's cockpit. His paws automatically flicked over the dozen or so switches required of the startup sequence, lights and sounds coming to life about the cockpit.

Fox wasted no time; a final button saw the canopy lowered into place, hermetically sealing him inside the arwing. Restraints automatically snaked up and over his shoulder, pulling him snuggly against the form fitting pilots seat fractions of a second before the engine's ignition coil fired, vaulting fox and craft out and into the inky blackness of space.

---

As events transpired, it was a certain Katt Monroe who had hailed the attention of the Great Fox, crying out for respite and rescue. Elusive, yet seemingly ever-present in the lives of the Star Fox team, she had once again crossed their paths, though in a decided unflattering manner. Fox had reached the location of her stricken craft in less time than it had taken him to launch. A brief visual inspection had revealed a good degree of superficial fuselage damage, yet nothing so serious as to require her to bail out. And so, having towed her back to the Great Fox and slotted her fighter, the Cat's Paw, into the repair dock, he now stood over her on the launch deck, arms folded across his chest.

"So, Katt," he began, voice somewhat chiding, "mind telling me what's going on?"

The brilliant pink feline had sat down, crossed legged. She coughed several times, lungs adjusting to the far cooler and drier air of the Great fox.

"Yeah, got myself shot up real good. Reckon it was only you showing up that scared them off."

Fox raised an eyebrow, "scared who off?"

A shrug, "someone who was after the same thing I was, easy money. Quick and dirty little bounty, wasn't even expecting to have to use my blasters, but then these three guys show up and. . ."

"Star Wolf?"

Katt shook her head, "nah, I probably wouldn't be sitting here if it were. Just some of the local rabble from these parts. We're a ways out from Corneria, after all."

Fox stretched. Despite the brief moment of action, he was still groggy. The brief moment of action had concluded, and he was feeling the call of his soft, warm bed. Though, it would hardly be appropriate to simply leave the female feline alone, unceremoniously deposited on the launch deck like some stack of cargo. He was at least going to see her to the guest quarters. Repairs to her ship could commence tomorrow.

"It doesn't really matter, you're here now and they're gone," he said, a note of swagger returning to his voice, "and Chateau McCloud hasn't had guests in a long time. That will be five hundred credits for the rescue, and another two hundred for lodgings."

She blinked, jaw hanging slack.

Fox opened his muzzle and laughed, the sound echoing about the hangar, "oh come on, of course not. We don't charge friends. I'm just glad you're okay. Guest room is all yours, take what you want from the mess. I'll have Slippy help you patch your ship up in the morning."

"Thanks, Fox," she replied, hauling herself to a standing position and resting against her damaged ship, "but I don't think I can sleep, still a bit amped up from almost getting my tail blown off. I'll see what I can do without your mechanic. You should get some sleep, you look like you need it."

He yawned in response, "yeah, I feel it too. Take it easy, Katt."

"Oh, Fox?"

"Yeah?"

"You've got a cute butt. Do you always rescue people in your underwear?"

---

Sleep had not come to Fox McCloud. While the late night rescue had hardly been a heart-pounding, white knuckle adventure, it turned out it had, in fact, caused enough excitement to keep the vulpine wide awake. The sudden burst of energy and purpose had given his body just enough of an adrenal kick to stave off sleep for the remainder of the evening. Tossing and turning in his bunk, he found his eyes constantly darting to the time display unit immediately to his right. Fifteen minutes past three in the morning, a good three and a quarter hours before the rest of the crew could be expected to wake, though Falco might drag that out for a further hour or two. Not enough time to force himself to rest.

Resignation overcoming the vague fatigue he still felt, Fox swung his bare feet over the side of the bed and made contact with the cool, metallic floor.

"Rob," he croaked, rubbing his eyes, "coffee. Double."

The nutrition unit attached to the wall of his quarters whirred and clicked, depositing a white, plastic mug into the receptacle and rapidly filling it with steaming black liquid. Fox padded over, learning against the bulkhead with his shoulder and swiping the beverage up.

"Ugh, Rob!" his face twisted into a pained grimace after his first gulp, "let's dial the temperature on this thing back a few degrees."

<Thermal regulation unit overdue for routine maintenance by one zero nine seven days.>

"Don't remind me. . ."

<Future notifications disabled.>

"No, that's not what I. . . oh nevermind."

He blew into the mug before taking another sip, making a mental note to source something a little better than the third rate crud that was currently on offer. Though the bitterness served its purpose in jolting oneself awake, the flavour left much to be desired. A few further mouthfuls, and he deposited it into the waste receptacle.

"Rob, what are the crew up to?"

<All crew members currently located in individual habitation quarters. One additional signature present on the launch deck. Shall I activate security lockdown?>

"No, no, she's supposed to be there. Give her a temporary pass. Forty-eight hours."

<Affirmative.>

"Disable audio alerts, one hour."

<. . .>

The vulpine took a few minutes to dress himself in a tight-fitting grey t-shirt and sweatpants. Certainly far from professional, but with the rescue operation having already been performed in his undergarments, it was certainly a step upwards. With a guest aboard, he thought it proper to make at least some effort to cover up.

Thumbing the control panel to the left of the door, he stepped out as it hissed open, bare feet contacting the cold metal of the central gangway for the second time that evening. This time, however, there were signs of life in the otherwise lifeless ship, Clanging, banging and a general ruckus sounded from the launch deck, along with. . . singing.

Fox took a few steps down the corridor.

Yes, very definitely singing. A high, graceful voice echoed about, soft and smooth, almost fleeting whenever Fox strained his hearing to make out the words. It wasn't the first time song had sounded aboard the Great Fox. Falco would sing; he was terrible. Peppy might hum, and Fox occasionally tried his paw at a rendition of his favourite tunes while in the shower, though without an audience to comment on his vocal abilities. This voice, though, was a step up.

Naturally, he knew it belonged to his guest, Katt Monro, likely spending what remained of the evening assessing the damage to her ship. At least, she had told him as much. Fox continued towards the source, unable to help himself but smile softly as the song became clearer.

. . .and so come all you hollowed, by a heart filled with sorrow, over oceans and skies of Cornerian blue.

Fox stepped onto the deck, closing his eyes and joining in with the last few lines.

So just whisk me away,

So lonely, so frail,

The days have no colour, no light without you.

Katt gasped. Her ship was in a state disassembly; with all manner of access hatches and body paneling removed and strewn about. The feline was half buried in the innards of the craft, with only her pink-furred legs sticking out from the underside of the fuselage.

"Now, now," she began, extracting herself and turning to face Fox, hands on her hips, "if I didn't know any better, I would say that Fox McCloud can hold a tune."

Fox walked up to the spacecraft, running his paw along the superalloy engine cowling. His eyes turned to Katt. She had stripped the top half of her flight suit off and tied it about her waist, leaving her clad in a tight, white tank top. She'd fetched for herself a pair of gloves, which she now casually pulled from her paws, depositing them unceremoniously on the decking beside her.

"I'm not so sure about that," he replied, "maybe that one song. I'm surprised you know it."

"I'm surprised you know it."

He came to a stop just short of the atmospheric flight intake, "my mother used to sing it for me when I was a kit, it's one of the few things I remember about her. Old Cornerian folk song."

"One of my favourites."

Fox bent down, picking up a wrench and turning it over a few times in his paws, "thought I might find you tinkering away here, need any help?"

"Why Mr McClloud," her response was one of faux surprise, "it's awfully nice of you to offer your help to a lady as such a dreadful hour."

Fox shrugged, "couldn't sleep."

Katt took a few steps towards him, reaching out and taking the wrench into her own paws before errantly tossing it aside.

"Me neither," she said, "and I'm about two microseconds from jettisoning this whole hunk of junk out into space. Nothing but trouble, these Macbeth models, made for someone with fifty opposable thumbs."

"Made by the lowest bidder, more like it. Grade A Venom Army tech right there. Looks real good in my crosshairs."

"Well," Katt took another step closer, "I'm certainly glad that I ended up in your crosshairs tonight."

Fox suddenly became acutely aware of the proximity of the pink-furred feline. For almost the entirety of the time they had known each other, their interactions had almost been exclusively through comms screens, with the very occasional face-to-face meeting while on shore leave. Falco, though, typically took centre stage when that happened, doing his very best to chat the cute cat up.

And if there was one thing that the comms screens had failed to impress, it was just how nice her delicate, feminine perfume smelled. Like flowers.

"So, uh, I suppose I can get Slippy on it in the morning. He can fix anything." Fox's voice was suddenly shaky, and he did his best to look everywhere except at Katt.

She, for her part, was starting directly at the vulpine, "I'd like that, Fox."

"Sure thing."

Katt spoke again before the silence became awkward, "so that leaves us with a few hours to kill. Got any booze?"

Fox shook his head, "never on the ship, gotta stay ready.

"Aw, and I was looking forward to a drink. Really no way to treat a lady, you know." she complained, her lips forming into a pout.

Fox, for his part, crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow, "oh no? And how should I be treating a lady? You know, this lady that I found floating about in space after getting herself in some very unladylike trouble. . ."

"Well, you could sing for her."

The response caught him off guard. Sing? He had tried his luck with a few lines, and while he'd not embarrassed himself, actually singing for someone?

Katt, however, insisted, "oh come on, Fox! Sing something for me? Do you remember the rest of that song?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do."

"Well!" she clasped her paws together, "start from the beginning then!"

Katt sat herself on a nearby workbench, legs crossed and eagerly anticipating Fox's performance.

He paced about for a few moments, rubbing his neck with his paw, "you've really put me on the spot, you know?"

A toothy grin was the only response he got.

Fox cleared his throat.

On summer's sweet ember,

comes the time to remember,

of times long ago when we lived so serene.

On queue, Katt joined her voice to his.

Under stars burning brightly,

may our hearts flutter lightly,

over fields and the hills of Venomian green.

Fox chuckled, "I've been there. Venom, that is. It's not green."

Katt raised her paw, running it up Fox's cheek and scratching his head fur, "maybe it once was?"

"Maybe."

"Keep singing for me."

This time, he didn't hesitate; returning the feline femme's warm smile before breaking into verse. Katt added her own voice, far softer and more melodic, to his. Their voices echoed about the cold, metallic interior of the great fox, the notes reverberating down the central gangway. The sound dampening would keep their duet private to all but themselves; the remaining crew members, still slumbering, blissfully unaware.

And so they sang. They sang of the colours of Lylat; of the rust red canyons of Titania, the white snowfields of Fichina, of the grey crags of MacBeth. All the while, Katt affixed her gleaming blue eyes to his.

"Hey, Fox?"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

Fox blinked, "uh . . what?"

"It's not hard," Katt continued, "just. . . kiss me."

Fox felt as if his chest was being crushed by a high-g turn, "well, I mean. . . it's not that you're not. . . I just. . ."

Katt laughed, "oh come on, McCloud, what's the big deal? Let's just have a little fun!"

Fox McCloud, cool under pressure and veteran of dozens of combat missions, found himself with his voice caught in his throat and his mind doing cartwheels. In retrospect, it was an easy decision to make. In the moment, though, there seemed to be a thousand excuses to turn her down.

None of which mattered.

The feline stepped up to Fox, closing the gap between them to nothing. Hot breath tickled at his fur for the most fleeting of moments before her lips, soft and warm, pressed to his own. It was certainly more than a quick peck, thought not exactly impassioned making out either. They lingered, savouring each other, muzzles locking together and slowly and sensually. Some fifteen seconds pass, then thirty, and finally a full minute before they broke contact.

Katt giggled.

Fox simply looked shocked.

"Wow," he said, "I. . . don't know why I did that."

Katt ran her paw under his chin, "I do, Foxy. You've got someone here who is more than willing to have a bit of fun with you, and. . ."

He paw moved from under his jaw, running down his neck and over his chest, all the way down to his crotch, settling over his steadily growing bulge.

". . . you seem pretty willing yourself."

She squeezed at his hardness, feeling his member about her paw. Only thin fabric of his sweatpants prevented a far more intimate contact. Fox reciprocated; reaching around and grasping firmly at her rump.

He leaned in, bringing his muzzle closer to hers once again, "I don't know, Katt, you sure?"

"Pffft, stop taking everything so seriously. No, I'm not sure. It's probably not a good idea. But you know, I've been stuck out here on my lonesome for the last three weeks, waiting for those losers to show up. Didn't even think to bring anything to keep myself occupied. I've got an itch, McCloud, and I want it scratched."

He gripped her ass a little tighter, "and you think I'm the one to scratch it? You want some canine cock in you?"

Katt licked her lips, nodding, "oh yes, I really do! Don't tell me you don't want a little pussy?"

"I do."

"I'm wet for you."

Seizing the invitation, Fox moved his paw from her rear, sliding around her hip and rubbing between her legs. She was hot. Searing hot, willing and ready.

Yet, she rolled her eyes, "come on, Foxy, you're not going to get anything done like that!"

Katt grabbed the vulpine's paw, tearing it from her crotch for a split second. Before Fox could protest, she shoved it down her belly, under her flight suit, under her panties, into direct contact with her dripping wet cut.

"Use those fingers, flyboy."

Fox locked this muzzle with Katt's for the second time, this time far, far more forcefully. His tongue twisted and turned with hers, an invasion she eagerly allowed, and a passion she returned twofold. His fingers, already sliding through her folds, teasing her clit, pressed inwards, sinking into her love tunnel. First one, then two slipped inside her, all the way to the knuckle.

"Hmmm, Foxy, that's it," she moaned, still devouring his mouth, "just like that!"

He started to pump them in and out, slowly at first, but getting steadily faster.

"T-told you. . . I was ready."

Fox was ready too. Katt's own attentions turned to his rock hard member, already tenting his sweatpants and poking into her. She wasted no time, pulling them down by the strap and letting his foxhood spring free.

"Katt," his own voice was heated and just as needy as hers, "shouldn't we. . . go somewhere more pr. . ."

She cut him off with a direct squeeze of his flesh, running her paw up and down his shaft a few times, feeling him from his knot to his tip."

"Can it, McCloud," she said, "this wouldn't be the worst place I've fucked in. Just sit back and enjoy it for a bit. There's. . . something I need to try."

He grinned, "thought about this a bit, have you?"

"Of course," her response was brazen and shameless, "and not just me. God knows how many girls across Lylat have spent an evening or three on their backs with their fingers in their cunts, thinking about you. You're a hero, and you're really hot."

His grin was joined by a slight blush.

Katt pulled back,removing Fox's fingers from between her thighs, digits slick and wet and trailing her juices. Near instantly, they were replaced with her own, manually pleasuring both herself and the vulpine for a few seconds before dropping to her knees.

"I'm going to suck you off. I've always wanted to."

Fox, of course, didn't complain. Caution now thrown to the wind, he kept his eyes directly fixed to hers, green meeting blue as she slowly, teasingly descended her muzzle towards his crotch.

She spoke, voice a hum of lust and need, "I bet you taste really, really good. . ."

Hot breath teased across his tip.

". . . let's find out."

Her rough, feline tongue lashed across his tip, curling about it before she drew his entire girth into her muzzle. Sucking deeply, she pushed her head down, easing inch after inch of his cock past her lips, sliding over her tongue and hitting the back of her throat.

"K-katt! Oh. . .oh fuck!" Fox could barely talk sense.

She didn't stop there, not for a second. Katt's tongue worked the underside of his shaft as she continued to suck it into her maw, all the way down, engulfing the entire length.

She purred.

Whatever pleasure Fox was enjoying was magnified ten times over. A hundred times. Her throat vibrated around his foxhood, wondrously warm, sending electric shudders surging through his loins. He'd never had anything like this; the few encounters he'd had up to this point had paled in comparison. Time practically stood still, his ability to think, to pay attention to anything but the glorious sucking sensation that the feline was ravishing upon him completely stolen away.

"KATT!"

Far more slowly than she had taken his length into her mouth, Katt removed it. Her cheeks suctioned inwards as she withdrew, sucking on him as hard as she was able, before finally removing his tip from her muzzle with a slick, wet pop. Her tongue teased at him for a few moments before she spoke again.

"Looks like I was right," she said, "you do taste good. I want more!"

And more, she had. More, she took. Fast and aggressive, a glorious, wet blowjob. She lapped at him, ran her tongue over him, sucked his cock like she'd never wanted anything more. Fox felt his breath leave his chest, his muscles tighten and mind fog over. Everything blurred together in his mind, becoming a meaningless haze in the presence of this raw, unrefined pleasure.

"I'm. . going. . . to."

And then, she stopped.

"No, you're not," she growled, "not yet."

She withdrew her fingers from her tunnel, ceasing her self-pleasuring to stand up and look Fox in the eyes. Before he could respond, she again kissed him, doing her best to outdo the previous two in both intensity and length. For the next few minutes, paws wandered and groped, and the two furs made out to the near exclusion of all out. Even those few minutes, enjoyable as they may have been, were near agony for Fox. He was rock hard throughout, his body begging for attention, begging to feel those sweet lips about his cock again, or better yet, a warm, wet cunt to sink into.

Katt practically read his mind. Breaking the kiss, she craned her head upward and whispered in his ear with heavy, heated breath.

"I want you to fuck me, Fox McCloud. I want you to shove your cock inside me and fuck me until we both cum. Then, you're going to take. . . this. . ." he paw snaked back inside his sweatpants and grasped firmly about his throbbing knot, ". . . and push it aaaaaall the way into my pussy, and keep going."

Fox humped himself against her paw, a sly grin spreading over his muzzle, "yeah? I'll make you scream, you know?"

"Oh, I hope so!"

"You've never had a knot, have you?"

She squeezed tighter, "no, but I want one, and I've got one right here."

"Hell of a rescue, huh?"

"Just shut up and fuck me already!"

With an almost violent shove, Fox pressed Kat up against the side of her spacecraft. His teeth found her neck, and his paws her breasts, and he set about tearing her clothing from her soft, pink body. First the flight suit, leaving her standing in nothing but her tank top and a pair of tight cotton panties. They followed, torn away and dropped on the decking, with the vulpine taking the time to run his fingers through her soaking wet folds.

"I bet you taste really, really good too."

He brought them to his muzzle, licking each one clean of her nectar in turn.

"Really, really, really good."

His paws again shot to her now-naked ass, giving each cheek a generous squeeze.

"Foxy," she too was grinning, fangs flashing in the sterile lighting of the launch deck, "you're being very rough. No way to treat a la-"

Fox growled, "don't tell me you're chickening out, are you?"

He pressed his fingers into her snatch again, rubbing over her g-spot a few times.

"Your little pussy here says you won't"

Katt bit him back, nipping at his jawline, "be as rough as you want. Make me scream."

As he had disrobed her, she too set about stripping Fox of his clothing. The sweatpants fell away with ease, followed by his boxer shorts, before her impatience got the better of her and she gave up trying to pull his shirt over his head.

Fox, though, was even more impatient. With the cold air of the Great Fox biting at both their nethers, he wrapped his arms around her waist, hauling her off the ground and pressing her roughly against the metallic skin of her craft. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, grinding her cunt into his fur, smearing her juices over him.

With an almost savage look in his eyes, he gave her a quick, vicious kiss.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

He pressed her down. His cock, rock hard and ready, was less than an inch from her dripping tunnel. There was no soft, loving caress beforehand, no teasing slipping of his tip through her folds. In one motion, he rammed himself into her, penetrated her until her thighs collided with his own, buried himself in that eagerly offered embrace.

"FOXY! OH FUCK!"

She had been ready, but oh so unprepared. Her cunt full, stretched and pulsating with electrifying pleasure, she howled. She screamed, just as she had demanded he make her. Screamed at the top of her lungs as Fox pulled her back up, still holding her off the ground, and slammed into her again. Without pause, the vulpine set about fucking the feline, madly rutting and slamming his shaft into her. He was single minded in his desire to being both of to the edge of orgasmic bliss, pumping his hips as fast as he could, biting her, locking lips and making out, squeezing and scratching at her ass.

She too. She bucked, violently humped against the pounding of his cock in her pussy. Relishing every intrusion, every violation of her womanhood. Dripping fluids, she moaned, the sensation of her pleasure physically leaking out of her, running down his glistening wet shaft and splashing onto the cold decking, she was in heaven. Beyond what heaven would be.

"I'm. . cu. . ."

"Me t. . . too. . ."

It was a simultaneous explosion. His cock spasmed, pulsing jets of his vulpine seed into her depths at the same time her cunt tightened, clamping down upon him as she gushed, as she yelled and screamed and growled and all but roared. Mad, savage pleasure thundered over both of them, leaving them practically blind and deaf to the world around them, satisfied only with more vicious fucking.

It was only the start.

True to what she had demanded, what she had wanted, dreamed about and fantasized about, Fox forced his engorged knot past her soaked, burning lips and into her cunt. Katt's orgasm, already robbing her of all faculties save for the ability to scream Fox's name, reached a peak she simply didn't think her body was capable of feeling. Tied with the mercenary pilot, his foxhood embedded as deeply inside her searing tunnel as was possible, love juices still flowing, her inner walls continued to massage and spasm over him. How long it lasted, she couldn't say. At some point, Fox's strength gave out, and the pair of them collapsed to the floor, the male still desperately pumping away, cresting climax after climax, unable to stop even if he wanted to.

"F. . Foxy. . ." speech finally returned to her, "keep. . . going."

He did. Pressing down on her, pinning her to the metallic floor, he continued to thrust in and out, milking his own pleasure, and bringing her more than she could ever have imagined.

"Katt. . ."

A final, titanic pulse of pure ecstasy overwhelmed him.

"KATT!"

The union came to a final, rapturous conclusion. Beyond exhaustion, and with every last ounce of pleasure sapped from their bodies, the two pilots collapsed. Embraced atop each other, paws once again roaming over their bodies, softly caressing each other, they shared the occasional kiss.

"Hmmmm, that was amazing, Foxy," Katt said, shuffling into a slightly more comfortable position, "if I knew you'd been keeping this from me all this time, I'd have stopped by more often."

Fox gave her a gentle squeeze, "well, maybe you can make a habit of changing that."

"You wish, McCloud. As fun as this is, I fly solo."

"Really?" he motioned to his knot, still buried inside her, "doesn't look like it from what I can see."

"Aright, ace, you got me. Guilty as charged. I just love me some foxcock."

"Always available."

"Well, you know, Fox," she shuffled again, still enjoying the feeling of being filled, "I think my ship might take more than a day to repair."