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Chapter 8: In the Heat of the Moment

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By Draconicon

It was one thing to walk beside a half-naked vixen and try and keep his erection under control. At least when they were walking, he had the chance to look at other things besides Krystal's breasts or find something that didn't turn him on. That had allowed him to keep himself from thinking those 'mating thoughts' constantly.

However, as soon as they reached the crawlspace under the conveyor belts and she volunteered to go first, he realized that his luck had run out.

She was already getting on all fours ahead of him, and the sight of her rump, with all the muscular curves present, and the loincloth that barely went down the middle of the cheeks to hide that...

Oh, fucking hell...

Fox glanced at the conveyor belts above, wondering if maybe the Sharpklaw might be the lesser danger, after all. At least up there, he just had to stay out of reach of their blades and keep any of their cannoneers from seeing him and getting a clear shot. He had a blaster that could take them down and a decent amount of ammo for it, though hardly unlimited.

Down here, on the other hand...

Are you coming, Fox?

She spoke in his head, and he groaned as he looked down at her. Her tail was up slightly, not doing anything to hide her rump as she wiggled into place and looked back at him. He could almost see past the loincloth at this point, the way that her tail pulled it slightly to the side, and his cock was harder than it had ever been around her.

He nodded, sighing as he got on all fours behind her.

It was just like staring at a porno, in a way. He was forced to stay right behind her, keeping close so that she could keep reaching out to him with her mind. That meant that every time that she called a sudden halt, he ended up almost jamming his nose under her tail, and that meant that he kept getting a very, very good look at her ass cheeks, and...and, well, almost down to the space between them with the way that her loincloth swayed from side to side as she shimmied forward.

The gold bands on her tail meant that she didn't have the same sort of fluff and fuzz that would have hid things normally. Her fur was all bound up, kept out of the way, which meant that he had the freedom to stare as much as he liked. He groaned under his breath as he followed her under one belt and turned under another, forced to keep staring forward so that he didn't end up bumping into her and causing a problem.

Worst of all was the smell. Not that it was bad, but he could smell her, the mix of sweat and body odors in a good way. Nothing hidden, nothing held back. And there was just enough of her sex scent mixed up in that to be affecting him. His cock throbbed so hard in his pants that he swore that it was going to push the zipper down on its own.

His head swam in his own libido, and he was left with plenty of sexy thoughts. Every bare inch of flesh on her, from her hips down to her feet, turned into something sexy for him, something more that he could play with, and it took everything in him to keep from grabbing her and using her right then and there. The conveyor belts helped with that, keeping him from rearing up and just ramming in, but even so.

She paused again, hissing in his head. He was just distracted enough that he slid forward, his hands bumping against her feet and his nose nudging her loincloth.

His eyes went wide as he felt the warmth and wetness on the other side, realizing that he'd slid past it. He stared down the edge of his muzzle, seeing the soft pink folds that were waiting among the blue fuzz. A slight shift of his muzzle shifted her loincloth even further to the side, allowing him to see the tight little pucker just over her sex.

Fox, you...you might want to...

He breathed, and he groaned at the thick smell that met his nose. It was the scent of a breeding girl, someone that he could...that he needed to...

Fox...

Slowly, he stuck out his tongue, and Krystal didn't protest. Dragging it from her clit up to the top of her pussy, and then doing it again and again, he started to drag the taste of her juices from her, to get her to drip more. She squirmed, her hips rising, but she didn't stop him. She grunted, but she didn't say no. She didn't say anything, as a matter of fact.

He undid the zipper to his pants, doing something that he didn't entirely understand. It was almost a feral action, a need to let his cock loose, a need to do something with it before he lost all control. He gripped right under the head, rubbing along the tip before starting to hump his hand, grinding into it, spreading his pre-cum all over his digits.

"Mmmph...mmm..."

Krystal pushed back against him, smothering his grunts and licks between her thighs and against her ass, but that didn't stop him. The urges that he had been fighting for hours now - perhaps even a day at this point - were too strong. He needed...he needed this...

He pushed his tongue inside of her, tasting the wetness and the heat that waited there, feeling how much she was clenching down. He gripped her hips with his other hand, pulling her closer, and he felt her feet rising up and pressing against his chest. Her toes curled, dragging through his fur, and he groaned against her, huffing and puffing as he did. The taste, the smell, it was too much for him. With each lick, he submitted more to the instincts of the body, and the urge to get off...and the urge to get her off, too.

Krystal didn't know what was happening, but she was having a hard time finding reason to complain. Even the reason that they'd stopped was becoming something of a turn-on, even though it was a danger.

The blue-furred vixen had her fist almost shoved into her muzzle at this point, trying to stifle her own moans as she felt Fox's tongue giving her pleasure that had heretofore only been given by the Krazoa spirit. The feeling of his tongue, something so different from the simple pleasures of mating, was stirring her heat in a way that she had never been enticed before.

But she had to be quiet. Just overhead, the conveyor belt had stopped, and she could sense two of the Sharpklaw soldiers above them. They were arguing, grumbling about their duties, and she was trying to listen.

Not easy when Fox was pulling her back, sealing his lips around her clit.

Mmmph. Fox. Just...slow down...

He did, and somehow, that made it worse. He was lathering her sex with all kinds of attention, and she couldn't even let out a mewl of appreciation without getting them both caught. Even now, she had him between her thighs, grinding his tongue into her, thrusting it into her as if he could fuck her with it, and she had to keep her mouth shut.

Somehow, the risk of getting caught, the pleasurable idea of having the Sharpklaw find them or at least, risk finding them, was something that pushed her to be wetter, needier, hotter than ever before. She wanted to arch her back, to see what would happen if she started making the sounds that she was holding back. On some level, she almost wanted to get caught so that she could be seen...enjoying this...

Nnngh...ah...ah...

Her thighs shook as she felt her orgasm building up, and the Sharpklaw were still arguing, something that she could just barely make out through the waves of pleasure that shook her from head to toe.

"Gonna be dinner by time this fixed."

"Could walk, me guess."

"Walk? Ha! Walking for fuck-meat and slaves."

"Heh, yeah. Got belts, but...belts no work."

"Slaves getting bad again."

"Slaves tired. Can't help it."

Then the Snowhorns...they're trying rebelling a bit? Or just...mmmph...

It was hard to think strategically, or at all, when there was a tongue between her legs. Fox was dragging it right against her clit again, forcing her toes to curl against his chest fur, pinning him closer to her. His scent was rising with hers, that sweat smell mixing with the smell of a hard cock as he let it out.

Mmmph...

His tongue slid into her again, almost pushing her over the edge, and she realized that the arguing had stopped. She listened, hearing the harsh 'sniff sniff' sounds from above.

"You smell that?"

"Smells like fuck."

"You have female you not sharing?"

"No, you?"

"Huh..."

The sniffing got louder, and Krystal hissed under her breath even as she felt her heat surge. The idea of getting caught like this, of showing off like some...some...wanton beast...

It was enough to get her off, and she bit down on a finger to keep from making a single sound as it rippled through her. The lustful tingles that ran down her spine all the way to her pussy and then back up were like lightning, carrying with them bliss, and her nipples hardened further as she dripped onto Fox's tongue.

Stop. STOP!

The thought was 'louder' than she meant it to be, but it definitely got him to stop. He still had his tongue right on her clit, though, and she could feel that he wanted to get back to it. The need under the thought was clear enough for her to make it out even without directly reading his mind.

The sound of the sniffing continued, and she could hear the clank, clank sound of heavy feet moving along the conveyor belt. She waited for a few seconds, half-sure that the Sharpklaw was going to look over the edge. Shakily pulling her staff free, she aimed down it at the direction she could feel their thoughts and curiosity coming from, waiting to see if one was going to be curious enough to get off the belt.

They weren't.

The belt started again, and soon, they were moving once more. Krystal felt them fading away, and she sighed as they were no longer in earshot.

_That was too close.

...Krystal?

Are you awake again?

How long was I...oh, hell, I'm sorry._

She smiled. He wasn't going to be a complete brute about it, at least, which was definitely encouraging. She patted him with her tail, started to slide forward -

RIIIIIIP.

Only for her loincloth to rip completely. She froze, slowly looking backwards, and saw that the constant nosing and nuzzling down there had hooked the back of her loincloth to something along the bottom of the belt. The minute that she'd moved, the back of it came loose, and she had left her butt completely naked.

Her cheeks could not burn hot enough to express her embarrassment.

Fox managed to keep from getting too distracted by the beautiful sight before him for the rest of their crawl. While he still entertained fantasies of getting to do more to her ass and her pussy than he should, he had, at least, managed to put his cock back in his pants and keep it there. It didn't want to be there, not by a long shot, but at least he was able to keep it from popping out again.

When they reached the far side of the conveyor belt line, just before the slave pens and the prison cells, he took a moment to breathe through his nose again. The thick smell of Krystal's pussy and her juices, not to mention her orgasm and the slight smell of sweat and a hint of bitterness under that, kept calling to his own animalistic urges. There was something about Sauria, about Dinosaur Planet, that just called to that feral side. The longer that he was here, the more that he felt it, and the harder it was to stay professional.

But he'd managed to not take it further than giving her oral. And a fair bit of it, too, from the taste still in his mouth.

She wiggled forward, dragging herself out through the gap. He had a moment to see the bottom of her blue feet, half-blackened from barefooting it out here, before she offered a hand to help him through. He took it and slid free.

They'd timed it well. None of the Sharpklaw were around, and only the Snowhorns were there to see them emerge, and they weren't talking. He joined Krystal, walking over as the translator around his neck started beeping in readiness.

"Hello?" Fox said. "We're here to rescue you, I guess."

"You guess?" one of them asked.

"We're officially here for the Spellstone and to try and get the mines back to the planet. Garunda Te asked us to come after you, too."

"All of us, or..."

Fox shrugged. "I'm guessing."

The imprisoned mammoths looked between each other, then sighed. The one that had asked the first question looked back at him.

"Then you're going to need to find Belina Te first."

"...Let me guess. The big guy's daughter?"

The mammoth nodded.

"The one that opened the Mines for Scales the first time around?"

They nodded again.

Fox sighed. The whole diatribe back in the Wastes had been filled with the older mammoth's disappointment regarding his daughter and her letting Scales have the win. Fox could see what the reasoning behind it was; either they allowed the tribe to die, down to the last mammoth, or they allowed the enemy inside. The older GateKeeper had been willing to go down, too dedicated to his job, while Belina had seen that it was going to be death and failure, or life and failure. And at that point, it was better to choose life.

He glanced at Krystal, who nodded. He sighed. It looked like the mission had just gotten that much more complicated.

"Where is Belina?" he asked.

"Further down in the mines, near Galdon's depths."

"And what's Galdon?"

"The fear, the thing of which we do not speak."

"...And yet, you're gonna need to say more than that."

"We cannot. We can't. We won't."

So, it was one of those things. The ancient fears, the buried monster, the whole shebang. He rubbed his forehead, looking back at Krystal again. She nodded, closing her eyes. She didn't need long, and she patted his shoulder when she was done.

"Alright. We're going to need a distraction while we get further into the mines. You don't have to escape now -"

"We're not leaving without Belina."

"I know, I know. We're just going to open the cage. We need you to stomp around for a while, get the guards running this way rather than anywhere else, and we'll sneak further in to find her."

"How are you going to get us out?"

Fox unholstered his blaster. The cage was made of metal this time, rather than wood, but considering this whole planet was behind the curve by a few thousand years, he doubted that there was anything to worry about. He walked over to the lock and took aim.

#

"I must admit, this is more effective than I expected," Krystal said as she watched the Snowhorns rampage through the processing center. "I underestimated them."

"Yeah, well, they're still outnumbered," Fox said, taking the lead under the conveyor belts after what had happened last time. "They'll be back in the cages soon enough, so let's use this while we can."

"Agreed."

With the cacophony of screams and howls and shrieks and trumpeting going on up above, Krystal had more than sufficient distraction from the feeling of warm air actually touching her rump. Every time that she felt that, she had the reminder that she was more exposed than ever. She was barefoot, bare-breasted, and now bare-assed, and it was...

Surprisingly exciting, as long as she didn't have to think too much about it. It was freeing, too, and she rather liked the idea of others staring at her, enjoying the view, and perhaps even having a few fantasies. It played into the pleasure that she had gotten from just having her breasts out, for that matter.

Maybe I should keep to this. Maybe...is there any point to having the rest of the loincloth anymore?

It covered her sex when she was standing, at least, and for now, that might be for the better. If nothing else, it was a layer that protected a rather sensitive part from being abused right then. She could deal with that, and if she really wanted to show off...well, at least it gave her a way to save the best for last.

Further into the tunnels they went, leaving the processing center behind after a few minutes. The rocks were still hot, leaving her legs sweating as she jumped from one hotfoot to another, but the heat of the processing center and the light no longer filled the air. The walls went from a deep red-orange to a dark blue the further down they went, and she was starting to understand the reason behind the name of DarkIce Mines.

They followed the tunnels, hiding when they had to, but the guards were far fewer than they had been. When the Sharpklaw came running down the corridors, she and Fox would tuck themselves into a side-tunnel, staying out of the way until the danger had passed.

Of course, the side-tunnels weren't exactly spacious, and the same excitement that had seized them before was gradually building again. And not just for her, either. She was feeling his bulge every time that they were crammed in, and more than once, it shoved her loincloth right up against her sex, grinding into the wet slit.

This is going to be a problem...

By the time they reached the end of the latest tunnel, where the deep prison was, she was as horny as she had been under the conveyor belts, and she was close to throwing caution to the wind. The warning of the Krazoa spirit, the reminder to 'stay pure', was getting harder and harder to listen to. The idea of giving in and just being a beast for a moment or two, to enjoy the feeling of her body getting filled and even ravaged, was tempting beyond all rightful measures. She groaned under her breath as she imagined what Fox's cock might feel like inside of her, even in her...other hole.

The tongue between her legs had been good, but she was curious what else she could do without properly mating. She wanted to see how it felt, wanted to know how it would affect her if she took it under her tail. She knew some females that enjoyed that, and she was curious if she was one of them.

The idea fixed itself in her mind, and even as they approached the end of the prison line, it was hard for her to shake it. Only when she heard the thump, thump, thump of the Snowhorn waiting ahead did she manage to pull her mind out of the gutter and focus on that.

On instinct, she extended her thoughts towards the other creature, and she was immediately washed out in pain. The feeling of pure agony was pouring off of the Snowhorn in the cell, and with the feeling of mixed guilt and horror, with the sensation of physical agony mixed with mental anguish, she knew how it had to be.

They had found Belina.

"Fox...she's there."

Her comrade turned to the cell, walking up to the bars. Krystal stayed back, holding her hand to her head as the pain continued to push through her awareness. She pushed back, trying to see through to the core of things. She had to know what the other woman had to tell, what Belina had for them to work with. If they got nothing from this, then they would have a very difficult time justifying anything to the other Snowhorns, and Scales would continue to have his hostages, possibly with an excuse for killing them.

They needed to make this work, and they needed to do it now.

As Fox walked up to the edge of the prison cage, the Snowhorn inside threw herself against it. She was massive, though with smaller tusks than her father. She did, however, have golden bands around the tusks, and around her legs, showing just how important she must have been, once. The Snowhorn glared down at the fox.

"What do you want? Are you another one of Scales's slaves, sent to torture me?"

"...Actually, we're here to try and break you out."

Krystal felt the shock coming next, shock almost as strong as the pain that had been coming through. Then the guilt came, and Belina shook her head.

"No. Not until the others are free."

"Yeah, that's the problem. They're not leaving until you leave."

"Well, I'm not leaving until they leave."

"...Are you fucking joking?"

Krystal could have told Fox that the Snowhorn wasn't, but she understood his frustrations. They were trying to clear the 'civilians', as he called them, out of the way so that they didn't have to be worried about collateral damage when they were fighting. The moment that the enemy managed to take a hostage, warfare became infinitely more difficult.

There was a soft thump behind her, and Krystal looked over her shoulder. Nothing yet, but there was still the possibility that the guards would be coming to check on their other prisoners soon. They needed to hurry this up. Fox was still pushing.

"Look. We need to get you out of here. The others aren't leaving unless you're in the clear."

"And I told you, I'm not leaving until they're safe."

"Well, you better give me some kind of alternative, then, because if you won't leave until they're safe, and they won't leave until you're safe, then I'm kind of fucked, aren't I?"

"Just get rid of the Sharpklaws."

"Right...and I do that while you're all hostages, how?"

"I..."

Belina veritably pulsed with guilt at that, and Krystal had to grit her teeth to bear it. The sheer power of that was more than enough to render her dizzy, and she had to struggle to stay on her feet.

In hindsight, it was almost understandable that she didn't sense the Sharpklaw coming, though she was utterly humiliated when one managed to sneak behind her and put a blade to her throat.

#

Fox was on the verge of just shooting the lock and telling Belina to handle things herself when he heard the soft gasp from behind.

Krystal.

He whipped around, his blaster leaping into his hand, only to find four speared leveled at his throat. Just behind them were another dozen - no, two dozen warriors, and two of them had Krystal by the arms, with a third holding a blade to her throat. She looked positively embarrassed that they had snuck up on her.

One of them started growling at him, and Fox gripped the butt of his blaster tighter.

"What do you want?" he muttered.

"Meat step away from cage."

"Right...I can do that..."

And it put him into a better position, too. Not much better, considering that two of the spear-users were keeping an eye on him, but he got the feeling that they didn't know what his blaster could do. Not yet, at least. He allowed them to 'escort' him to the side of the hall, not holstering his weapon just yet.

As soon as the two Sharpklaw keeping him pinned down looked at their comrades checking the cage, he struck.

Shoom-shoom. Two bolts took them down, each to the forehead. He swung his arm, taking the one holding Krystal between the eyes before he could duck down, and the one that was holding her staff-arm. By then, the two that were checking on Belina had rounded on him, and he had to focus on them.

Duck, roll, come up with a shot. Took the first spearman in the arm, made him drop his weapon. The other was too close, couldn't try and fight him, had to roll again. Fox grabbed the dropped spear on the way up and tested the weight. Not as heavy as the swords by a long shot. Better than trying to fight in close quarters with his gun, too.

Spinning the spear like a quarterstaff from the academy, he lunged in. The Sharpklaw met him staff to staff, and almost immediately he found himself being pushed back.

...Right. They're stronger than me...

Fox gritted his teeth as he felt his knees wobbling under him, shaking from the sheer pressure and strength of the stronger warrior. He groaned, going down to one knee, struggling to keep the big guy from swinging the sharp end of the spear around and into his neck. The sandy-scaled predator growled, leaning in and snapping at him, and Fox only barely managed to dodge the biting at either side of his neck.

"Meat might live, heh, if good fuck-meat."

"Nnnngh...not gonna happen..."

"Then die."

The blunt end of the spear came straight for his head, and only desperate dodge kept it from hitting him hard enough to knock him out. It did, however, hit him hard enough to leave his head ringing and his balance off. He stumbled backwards, having to lean on the spear to stay upright, groaning as he cupped his hand to the side of his head.

The Sharpklaw followed up with a series of stabs, each one coming too close to impaling him through the chest. He kept wobbling backwards, weakly fumbling with his own spear to knock the blows sideways, but it was a losing battle. In seconds, he was up against the wall, and the Sharpklaw lunged again -

"Ugh!"

Only to fall to the floor. He looked backwards, and so did Fox.

The Sharpklaw had been frozen to the floor, and when he took that step, he'd ripped his leg clear of his ankle, a bloody stump still glued to the ground with ice. Krystal stood not far back, her staff pointed right where the Sharpklaw had been standing. Fox stared, shaking his head.

"How..."

"I told you I had another trick."

"But ice?"

"It worked, did it not?"

"Yes, but...yuck..."

"It needed to -"

"Duck!"

She threw herself to the floor, and he fired his blaster over her head, taking two more Sharpklaw in the chest. They crumpled immediately, hitting the ground without a sound.

He panted, looking back at the rest of them. Krystal had fought through half of the enemy on her own, but she was still vulnerable if they came from behind. He helped her to her feet, the pair of them standing side to side. She had her staff gripped tight, and he had his blaster in hand.

"You used that thing like a shield before, yeah?" he asked.

"I did, yes."

"Think you could do that again?"

"Not forever."

"Well..." He held up the blaster. "Think this could shoot through it?"

"...I've never tried."

"Well...we might have to," he muttered as they continued their retreat. A near-naked vixen and a topless fox slowly pulling back from a bunch of dinosaurs. Not the way that he saw this fight going. "Unless you have other suggestions?"

#

Much as she had enjoyed going nude thus far, Krystal knew that it was something of a liability now. The reptiles looked at her differently than they did Fox, and she knew what was going through their heads, besides. They might have called him 'fuck-meat', but they were imagining her as that, already. The filthy images that were running through their heads were rough, crude, and from the way that they imagined it, she had a feeling that they would have a way to make her enjoy it if they put their hands on her.

So, the answer was to keep that from happening...but how?

They were almost out of room to retreat. The surviving dozen or so Sharpklaw advanced more cautiously than their dead brethren had, but the minute that either she or Fox attacked, they would charge. The shield that her staff could create would protect them for a time, but forever? No. And she had no idea if his weapon could fire through. If it couldn't, it would bounce back, injuring or killing at least one of them.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed her mind through the layers of fantasies that they already had for her, searching for something, anything, that might give them a bit of leverage against the dinosaurs. They were obviously under orders to take care of everything here, but there had to be something, some fear, some ambition, some -

Galdon.

The same name that the Snowhorns had mentioned echoed in the minds of the Sharpklaw, and surprisingly, it came with the same level of fear. To them, Galdon wasn't a weapon to be unleashed, then.

She dug deeper, hissing as they backed up against the metal bars of an empty cell. It dug right up between her ass cheeks, the cool metal sending a chill through her as it touched her other hole. The blue vixen pushed through it, trying to keep from getting distracted as her thoughts shifted for a moment, but she powered through.

Galdon, the Devourer...

There, a title. A hungry beast that even the Sharpklaw were afraid of. They had it here, and - oh, they were responsible for looking after it, feeding it, and generally keeping it happy. It was their leader when Scales wasn't around, since Scales was the only one that could command it and make it do things. They were terrified of it, though, and would do anything to avoid needing to go near it.

That's why they were so interested in catching her and Fox. That was why they were pursued so hard. They were the newest meat, which meant that they didn't have to feed one of their own number to Galdon.

She brought her staff down.

"We can kill Galdon."

It was a gamble, and it paid off. The Sharpklaw stopped in their tracks, their eyes wide, and they started muttering among themselves. Fox looked down at her.

"That worked..."

"For now," she muttered. "I have no idea if we can back this up."

"Well, I think we're going to have to. I think they have more numbers than I have ammo, so..."

She nodded. From what she had seen in their memories, it might be doable. Difficult, but doable.

Hopefully.

The End

Summary: Fox and Krystal continue their exploration of DarkIce Mines, though they're having a bit of a problem as they get deeper and temptations start striking harder.

Tags: M/F, oral, cunnilingus, Fox McCloud, Fox, Krystal, Rule 34, series, walkthrough, playthrough, musk, barefoot, nudity, fight, fighting,