FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Krystal spent the next several days cooling down from her search. She found herself back in the artificial arms of ROB64 who had just finished recuperating from their last encounter. Per the usual, she drained him of all his battery and battered his tools in submission. That went on for about a week before a special occasion arose on the Great Fox. General Pepper was performing a sweeping review of all squadrons across the Lylat system, something he performed twice annually to ensure the discipline and order was being maintained properly throughout his fleet.

He scheduled an interview with Fox who was supposed to deliver a status report on everything the Great Fox and her crew had been doing. Fox was to select another pilot to help deliver the address. Naturally, he chose Krystal. It was purely a formality. Pepper did it mostly to remind his troops that he hadn't forgotten about them after long deployments out in the far reaches of space. Since things had been peaceful across most of the galaxy, there wasn't much to report on or worry about, something Fox and Pepper were both grateful for.

That morning he and Krystal were putting on their class A uniforms which were neatly trimmed outfits that made them look crisp and professional. Hanging off the breast of Fox's jacket were dozens of shiny pins and medals that clanged together loudly whenever he moved. Krystal's was far less gaudy, if only for her much more abbreviated career as a pilot. They were in Fox's room together. Krystal was on the edge of the bed, sliding on a pair of black shiny boots while she watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was fit and trim, just like about every other pilot who flew for the alliance, but his good looks were amplified by the uniform he had on. He had a boyish face that, in spite of its youthful appearance, gleaned with intelligence and courage, something she had fallen in love with a long time ago.

He was stepping into a boot with his back to her. His blond fox tail swished behind him while he struggled to fit inside it. She looked down at the bed she was sitting on. She glided her paw across the silky gold comforter and asked herself, would she ever lie down with him in it? He looked so dashing in that uniform, but it was what lay underneath that had her curious. So many men she had seen naked, and it was the man she loved dearly whose body remained a mystery. A small part of her wanted to strip nude so that he would turn around, see her naked, and make love to her, all while they forgot about the nonsense with Pepper.

She couldn't, not when she knew for sure he would fail to please her like so many other men had. She suspected that he knew too, which was why he never pressed the matter. The subject of sex had never come up between them., though surely he'd thought about it. It was all but a certainty that he had caught wind about her sexcapades with the rest of the crew, both before and after their relationship started. Still, he never talked about it, and it didn't seem like he ever would. So, instead of taking her clothes off and having him ruin their uniforms in a fountain of cum, she zipped up her boots and sat up. "Well, I'm ready," she said.

"Yeah, just give me a sec," he said, still trying to shimmy his foot into his boot.

"Need some help?"

"No, I got it. Just... Hold on." He grunted and whispered a few swears before his foot finally slid down. "There! I need some new ones. These ones are a pain in the tail." He zipped them up and turned around. He held his arms akimbo, presenting himself with a signature cute smile. "How do I look?"

She placed her paw over her chest. "Why, Mr. McCloud, you're positively stunning."

"As are you, the wonderful Ms. Krystal."

"Please, Ms. Krystal was my mother." She stood up from the bed, walked up to him, hugged him, and pecked his furry cheek. "You're gonna do great."

He rolled his eyes. "Please... I've dealt with way worse than Pepper and all those other geezers. We just gotta chew his ear off a little and then be done with it. The rest of the crew will be watching, though they won't be paying much attention. All you gotta do is stand next to me and look pretty."

"Oh, I can do that. See? I'm already doing it."

He laughed and kissed her nose. "C'mon. He'll be on in a few minutes." They left his room and made their way to the bridge. The bridge was a sprawling command center that offered a stunning view of the vast space ahead. A sleek horizontal window stretched from wall to wall. There was the captain's seat, a red armchair where either Fox or ROB64 would direct the ship's flight path. The helm was in front of it and a few more rows of gadgets and gauges which flickered and blinked at random. They stood in front of the chair at parade rest. A flat blue hologram flickered on in front of the visor window. A voice sounded over the intercom. "Incoming message from: General. Pepper. Will you accept this call?"

"I accept," Fox said.

"Answering."

The hologram was replaced by a 3D image, one that warped out of a thin, horizontal line, then corrected itself into a whole shape. It was the head of General Pepper, fuzzy and a soft blue color, floating in front of the two pilots like some giant looking down into a cage. He wore his red peaked cap. He was a bloodhound whose jowls sagged down below his chin. Though his face was wrinkled and old, the voice he spoke with was booming and proud. "Captain McCloud! Lovely to see you."

Fox and Krystal clicked their boots together and saluted. "Nice to see you too, General. I'm here for the biannual report. Pilot Krystal is here to help me."

"Thank you for being here, sir." Krystal said.

Pepper's giant head nodded at her. "And thank you for coming, both of you. As you were." Krystal and Fox lowered their paws and went back into parade rest. "Well, Fox, why don't you tell me how things have been out in that lonely corner of yours? You can't see them, but joining me are some other high ranking generals. I've told them everything about you and your exploits. They want to see the legendary Fox McCloud for themselves."

"Tell them I said 'hello'" Fox went to the Captain's chair where a clipboard waited for him. On it were all the notes he had taken for the inspection. He picked it up, turned back to the General, and started his spiel. "Things have been pretty boring out here, sir. There's not a lot to tell you, but there are a few things. I won't waste your time on specifics."

"I've got time to kill. Go ahead."

"Alright." Fox started at the top of his list. "A few weeks ago, we encountered a-"

Shoom!

Fox stopped and spun around, as did Krystal. Pepper's attention was robbed to the double doors behind them which had slid open. Standing there with his paw on the panel, slouched over, was Panther. His jaw was slack and one eye was half closed. A string of drool hung from his lip. He closed his mouth and swallowed his spit. He was roaring drunk. "Krystal!" he shouted. "My love! My beautiful! I can't! I simply can't anymore."

Krystal's eyes were wide with terror. Her heart became ice and sank down into her bowels. Fox scowled hard at him, furious at both his interruption and the way he talked to her. "Caroso! You're out of line! Get out of here, now!"

Panther ignored him. He straightened his back and stepped into the bridge, only to stumble and almost fall flat on his face. The door slid shut behind him. He corrected himself and approached the three stupefied soldiers. "My entire life, I've searched for a woman as spectacular as you. I found you, but alas you give your heart to another man." He clenched his fists in front of his chest. "I can no longer stand idly by and watch such a travesty happen. I must confess my love to you."

Krystal was mortified. She looked over at Fox, who was waiting for her to respond. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Pepper who looked just as confused and eager to hear what she had to say. She pursed her lips and faced her newest suitor. "Um, Panther, now's really not a good time. I'm kinda-"

Shoom!

The door opened again. In it this time was Falco. He came sprinting in after Panther and grabbed his arm by the crook of his elbow. He tried pulling him out of there. "Come on, buddy. She doesn't want to talk right now."

Panther jerked his arm free. "And what do you know about it, bird boy? Do you expect me to sit back and watch her get taken by another man?"

Falco's feathers fluffed up. "Yeah. I do, now get out of here." He jabbed his finger at the door.

"Guys. Please, can this wait for some other time?" Krystal begged.

"You're soldiers are out of line, McCloud," Pepper said grimly.

Fox straightened his back and spoke with his chest. "Caroso, Lombardi, you two need to leave now."

Panther shook his head. "I cannot. Krystal and I made sweet, passionate, burning love." He gripped his wrist in front of his heart and shook it. "I've never been with a woman so powerful. I thought I would die if I laid with her again, but I realize now I would rather do that than die never having done it again."

All of the color drained from Krystal's face. There it was, out in the open, in front of everyone: She cheated on Fox. The elephant in the room was free to charge and trample wherever it pleased. Krystal hid her face behind her palms. Fox, surprisingly, remained unperturbed. He held his paw out to Panther in a soothing gesture. "Panther, buddy, I know things are heated right now. We can talk about this later. I just need you to-"

Shoom!

Fox rolled his eyes so hard that his entire head rolled with them. Who is it now? It was Wolf, trudging in with his arms swinging and his chest thrusted. "Hey, Krystal, these guys given' you a hard time?"

Krystal wanted to die. "Wolf, it's fine. Can everyone just fuck off, please?"

"Not until you tell me how you feel, Krystal." Panther pleaded. He clumsily fell to his knees and waddled over to her, paws held out to her like someone worshiping at the altar. "Please, I can bear your answer, but I can't bear to wait. Tell me, tell us all, who do you love?"

Krystal was frozen, staring at the groveling feline with widened eyes. Wolf stepped up behind him and grabbed his shoulder. "Panther, buddy, pal, come on. You're embarrassing yourself."

"Panther, come on man. Let's just go." Falco implored.

Panther looked up at Wolf and glowered fiercely. "You made love to her too. Do you not feel the same way?"

This was only getting worse for Krystal, who turned around, unable to even face the travesty. The mighty Wolf blushed and laughed awkwardly. He saw Fox and shut up instantly. "Ahh, I don't know what you're talking about man. Come on."

"Don't lie to me." Panther shrugged him off and looked over at Falco. "So did you. Everyone knows it. Everyone's done it. She's gone into the bed of every man on this ship already, long before she did me or you two the honor." He turned his wrath to Fox. He pointed at him. "The only one she hasn't fucked is him."

Fox bristled at the accusation. He had remained astonishingly stoic throughout the whole ordeal, in spite of the awful truths he was hearing. He saw Krystal, cowering away from the whole ordeal. He looked up and saw Pepper, still watching with a very concerned look on his face. Fox looked back at Panther. "Yeah, we haven't had sex yet. What's the big deal?"

"What's the-? What's the big deal!?" Panther couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was absolutely livid. "She makes you her beloved yet she fucks every other man in sight! Doesn't that bother you!?"

Fox remained calm. He took a deep breath. "It did, at first," he admitted. "I knew about Krystal's drive and what she did to the Sharpclaws." So much for that being a secret. "I knew what she had done with the other crew members before we started dating. I'm the Captain, you know. I know what goes on on this ship. Yeah, I knew she would keep doing it after we got together." He shrugged. "That didn't stop me from loving her, 'cause I knew that she loved me." He looked over at Krystal who had turned her head back to listen. "She can't help the way she is, and I might not be the right guy to make her satisfied, but the least I can do is be the man who loves her."

Everyone was silent. The only sound was the soft crackle of Pepper's hologram. That wasn't the answer Panther was expecting, nor anybody else. Nobody knew what to say, least of all Krystal, whose heart felt ready to burst. Panther spoke first. "OK then..." He stood up. "I understand. If the Captain wants to be a cuck-" He spoke that last word with pure venom. "-then he can be. But let's hear it from her, eh?" He nodded back towards Wolf and Falco. "You've fucked us and every other man on this ship. Are you going to keep doing that? Will you even have sex with your man?" He sneered at Fox. "I hardly believe a man his size has what it takes to please a woman like you."

Wolf and Falco looked ready to knock him out. Krystal had half the mind to pounce on him and claw his throat out. As he had been, Fox was the cooler head. "Sure, I can give it a shot," he said with a shrug. "If you've got such a problem with me being a cuck, why don't I have sex with her for a change? Don't think I'll be any good at it? Why don't you watch? You and the whole crew, and everyone watching on Corneria."

Krystal gawked at him. "Fox, are you sure?"

He looked over at her and smiled. "Totally, baby."

"O-Oh... OK."

"Um..." said Pepper. "McCloud..."

"You don't have to watch if you don't want to, General," Fox said.

"Oh no! I... Um..." He cleared his throat. "I don't mind." His eyes cut over to Krystal. "Neither do any of the fellas here."

"Alright then. They're welcome to watch too." He walked over to Krystal, his tough boots echoing throughout the bridge. "Are you ready, Krystal?"

With him close enough to count the furs on his face, her heart felt ready to explode. She nodded finally. "Yeah..."

Fox smiled. "Alright. Let's do this." He unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off to the floor where his medals clanged loudly. He pulled off his belt, then carefully removed his boots. He popped the buttons on his white shirt one by one, gradually revealing his blonde-furred chest. It joined his jacket on the floor. Next came his pants, revealing a baggy pair of boxer shorts. Krystal, and everyone else, was completely transfixed. This was the most uncovered anyone had ever seen him. Even when they were getting dressed in his room she had only seen him in shirts and underwear. Now the latter was the only thing keeping him from being nude. With one quick push on the waistband, those were gone too.

Fox was a small man, not much taller than Krystal or many other crewmates on the Great Fox. He was scrawny, having thin wrists and abridged shoulders. His friends sometimes joked that if he wasn't careful he would be carried away by a stiff breeze. In reality, these traits made him an ideal pilot. With much less blood to pump than usual, it meant he was resistant to blacking out in tough G's and could fit into cramped cockpits. Other than that, though, his small stature was nothing impressive.

All of him except for that leviathan dick that hung between his legs.

It made everyone's eyes bulge from their sockets. Even the well-endowed Wolf was in total shock. Fox was an absolute monster. His penis hung from his sheath heavily like an entire limb, a deep red color laced through by angry, purple veins. The canine tip hung around his knees, slowly arching up towards an erection. His scrotum was insane as well, carrying a pair of balls like two grapefruits hidden in a plastic grocery bag. Adding to everyone's astonishment was how it slowly but surely stiffened out, turning into a tool so massive that he could've bludgeoned someone to death with it.

Nobody knew quite what to say or what to do. Seeing that monster hang off of him was so surreal that a few of them thought their eyes were playing tricks on them. All of them wondered if it was fake, but quickly determined it was real once it reached full staff and leaked a fat, glassy bead of precum that plipped to the floor audibly. Wolf rubbed his chin and muttered to himself. "Damn, Fox. You've had that the whole time?" Falco kept his head turned away out of respect, but couldn't stop darting his eyes back at it. He wondered if looking away was somehow an insult, as something so grandiose surely deserved to be seen and admired. Panther's jaw was slack. His expression wavered between about to shed tears and ready to break into hysterical laughter. He couldn't believe it. Nobody could.

Krystal was the most struck out of all of them. Her fur stood on ends across her body, fluffing out her tail dramatically. Already her womanhood was shimmering with excitement. Her toes curled in her boots. He's had that this entire time? All while I've been sleeping with other men? She felt like the biggest idiot in the galaxy.

Fox cocked a cheeky smile. "Well, are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna take your clothes off?"

Krystal snapped back to reality. "Oh! Yeah! Yes..." She hastily started removing her clothes, starting with her clunky boots. Her eyes were still locked on that giant of his. "God... I've never... I didn't think-"

"That I was this big?" he said for her. She licked her lips and nodded. Her boots came off and she rushed to unbutton her jacket. "Nobody ever does." He held his shaft by the underside and stroked it. Another wad of precum fell. "I don't like to brag about it or even tell anyone. It's not something I chose or made. Plus, I wouldn't want to go with a woman who only likes me for this."

Krystal stopped. "I'd still love you even if it were smaller."

Fox smiled. "I know you would, now get naked."

She smiled back. "Yes sir~" The rest of her uniform came off in a flash, eventually being scattered across the bridge floor. Her panties, already wet, landed on a radar while her bra flew through Pepper's discorporeal face, making him go "Ooh!". She stood before him in all of her natural glory. She was soaked around her flower, never having felt so eager to engorge herself. The five men eyed her hungrily, as did the hundreds of others watching on the ship and back on Corneria. They all lusted for her, feeling their pants grow tight, but only one of them would get a taste. The rest would have to watch.

Fox took his first step towards her, making her gasp. She watched as that atrocious asset of his waddled and swung wildly in front of him, towards her. Much more reserved was the look on his face, cool and amiable. She felt her heart race and her tummy clench. What was this feeling? Intimidation? Was the woman who had laid with the Sharpclaws in one night, never cumming once, feeling scared? She kneaded her paws. The palms were sweaty. Yes. She would admit it. She was scared.

Fox reached her arm out to her as he got close. She thought he would grab her arm and yank her forward for a deep passionate kiss. Instead he laid his fingers on the side of her bicep and caressed it. She was aware of his magnum member leering so close, but she happened to look into his eyes. She saw her reflection in his emerald irises, and relaxed. There was nothing to be afraid of. He was going to take care of her. God I'm so fucking horny right now.

He grabbed his cock and gently prodded it into the gap between her thighs. She opened them, letting him slide through. It reached out behind her ass for several inches by the time his hilt pressed against her. She closed her legs. It felt like straddling a small tree. He took her other arm and kissed her lips. That wasn't their first time doing that, but for Krystal it sure felt like it. This was a whole new man she was kissing, one who was strong, brave, caring, and hung like a goddamn war criminal.

She melted in his hold. She totally submitted to his kisses and gentle thrusts. Liquid desire ebbed from her cunt at a constant flow, dibbling down his shaft. Her buttocks and thighs vibrated. Her tail was apoplectic behind her. She was so desperate, so needy. This level of arousal was something she had never experienced. Fox broke the kiss. "You're shaking," he whispered. "Do you want it that bad?"

"Oh... Oh... Oh God... Fox." She fought to control her breath. "I need it. I need it so bad... Please fuck me... Please~"

"You got it." He backed up, sliding his cock out from her legs. He held her paw and pointed to the Captain's chair. "Bend over that for me."

She straightened up. "Yessir." She felt like she was floating as she walked over to the chair. It was like an out of body experience. At any moment she felt like she would keel over and pass out, but she remained balanced, all while keeping a refined demeanor about her. The four spectators in the room were each doing their own thing to deal with the situation in front of them. Falco was squatting on his haunches, holding his knuckle on his beak, watching with rapt fascination. Before he had to look away, now he simply couldn't. His best friend and Captain had a pecker like a howitzer, and here he was about to use it. He had to be there for it. Panther was feeling much more anxious. He hoped against hope that Fox would choke in the clutch somehow and fail to please her. He wanted to be there if that happened. Wolf, meanwhile, had opened his fly, pulled out his penis, and was holding it in three of his fingers, ready to stroke it once the action got started. Everyone else on Corneria and the ship was doing just about the same at various levels of progression.

Krystal bent over the seat of the chair, holding on to the armrests. She cocked her tail up, revealing her hearty rump to her lover for the first time. Her pussy was dripping nastily, ready for his entry. She looked back at him saucily. "Come here, big boy~"

"With pleasure~' Fox trotted over and stood behind her. He slid his monster back between her legs, glancing it across her slit. She jerked sharply, then cooed. He sawed the topside of his length across her vulva just a few more times, then pulled back, grabbed his shaft, and pressed his tip to her pussy. Her whole body tensed. This is it. He pushed slowly, gaping her cunt at a painfully gradual rate until finally it met his gargantuan girth and swallowed the tip. Just like that Krystal's head flew back and her back curled into a crescent. A very loud gasp followed by a hideous groan sounded out of her. She already knew it. Fox already knew it. Everyone else already knew it. He was the one.

He slid into her pussy slowly, squelching her tender, moist flesh and making her react accordingly. Her head came back down. She released another loud moan into the red seat cushion in front of her face. Her claws sank into the velvet armrests. "Yes. Yes. Oh God. Yes~ Huhhhhh!" He wasn't even halfway in yet. Deeper and deeper he went until finally her ass met his hip. The entirety of his cock was ensconced inside her pussy, gripped by a heavenly cylinder of velvet flesh. She had totally lost it, whimpering pathetically. He gripped her thighs and sighed through his nose. It felt pretty good for him too.

Everyone thought that he would pound her as they were right there. They were definitely in the right position for it. Instead he grabbed underneath her armpits and stood her up. He grabbed the underside of one of her knees and lifted her leg. He placed her foot on the edge of the chair, then did the same with the other leg. Now that he was in a better position, he grabbed underneath both of her knees and hoisted her off of the chair, supporting her entirely with his body. It looked as though he would topple over backwards at first. Krystal was bigger than him. Instead he held on tight, not so much as stumbling. The sinews in his arms and legs bulged heavily. Krystal looked down with amazement. She felt like she was flying. "Oh, oh my God... Haha... You're so strong~"

"Haven't we established there's a lot you don't know about me?" he said into her ear.

She giggled, then gasped softly. "Oh God... Fuck me Fox. Make me cum. Please~"

"You got it~" Fox went to work. He lifted her up, revealing more of that glorious pink shaft from out of her gaped cunt, then hid it again with a powerful forward thrust. Krystal cried out with joy, pointing her maw up to the ceiling. She didn't ask Fox to go harder or to speed up, nor did she want him to slow down or go easier. She didn't need him to change a thing. Not that she had the voice to anyway. After only a few moments she was wailing for the whole galaxy to hear, making the men around her fold their ears back against their heads.

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The terrible slap of Fox's balls on her vulva was as loud as her voice, adding to the chorus like some kind of percussion. His little butt squeezed when he thrusted, in sync with a sharp downwards pull on her legs. His dick bulged her abdomen all the way up to her navel, offering the true scale of his power and size to everyone watching. Arguably more impressive was how effortless it seemed. Not a bead of sweat was on his fur. His nostrils hardly flared at all. Any other man, even the valiant Wolf, would've burned with some level of fatigue. Not Fox, who was clearly more of a man than anybody else in that room, perhaps even combined.

Wolf had started masturbating long ago, stroking his now miniscule-feeling cock at a steady pace. His warm, red cheeks blew out with each breath. Falco was doing the same, figuring that if the rough and gruff Wolf was willing to do it, so could he. Panther was utterly broken. The woman he had lusted for, doted on, even made love to, was being fucked in a fashion far more superior than anything he could've dreamed of. He was forced to sit there and listen to her song of joy, orchestrated by someone else. He was on his knees, squeezing his measly cock in his paw. It pained him, but it was too beautiful not to. Even Pepper's floating face showed the telltale sign of a man making love to himself: jaw slack, heavy breathing, and swimming eyes. Similar symptoms could've been seen on everyone else who had the pleasure of watching.

Krystal was the one experiencing the most pleasure, and to a degree she had never felt before. Almost as great as that bodily rapture was the euphoria of having finally found what she had hunted for for years. At last she felt that fabled orgasm thundering close. The bonfire was now a raging forest fire, ready to explode into a mushroom cloud. The flames grew higher and brighter. Her voice went shrill. "OH GOD! FOX! I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK ME. I'M GONNA CUM! YES! YES!!!"

Fox's voice was hardly above a whisper as he delivered it into her ear. "Then cum for me, Krystal."

And she did. Her voice peeled off into a scream like nothing anybody, Krystal included, had ever heard before. It pierced the bridge like a storm. Krystal wasn't there anymore. Her consciousness had rocketed out of her body and out into the stars, propelled by a bliss so powerful that the forest fire inside her had blown up into an atomic explosion. Marking it was a violent squirt of her waters from out her cunt, hissing off of his fat cock and spewing in several directions like a decorative fountain.

Fox didn't stop. The cataclysmic induction of her orgasm helped foster his. He thrusted harder and faster. For the first time his face betrayed his feelings, peeling his lips back into a snarl and tightening his eyes shut. With one last Wagnerian thrust he came too, adding to the deluge of bodily fluids flying out of her. He buried his snout into her shoulder and growled hard. The mighty cock muscle running up the underside of his shaft throbbed, collapsed, and throbbed. Ropes of cum thicker and heavier than any other man could produce filled her womb to its limit and squelched out from around his pillar. His knot exploded just outside of her. As tempting as it was to link himself with her, he wasn't about to wait that long for round two.

Falco was the first to cum. With a shudder he spat out a few milky tendrils before quickly sputtering out. Wolf was jerking his cock hard until he came too. His paw clutched the base of his shaft so hard it shook. Several thick spurts came flying out of him, ruining the floor several feet in front of him. Panther felt the humiliation crash into his heart like a halberd. His eyes were locked on Fox's throbbing column, knowing that it filled her chalice with a brew far more manly and potent than his. That dreadful knowledge only made him cum all the harder. His dick spat three little bursts of cum, then was done.

Even after her orgasm was finished, Krystal couldn't stop moaning. The afterburn was like heaven on its own. Her mind slowly phased back into her body, but a great part of her still felt like it was floating up in space, never to return so long as that wonderful Fox cock stayed inside of her. Fox was panting hard. He was going through his own delightful struggle. His legs wobbled beneath him; he just managed to stay standing. He kissed around her jaw and cheek. "So, how was that? Was that what you were looking for?"

"Oh Foooooooooooox~" she groaned. "Yes. It. Was. Fuck..." It was like a terrible burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She hadn't just seen the light at the end of the tunnel, she had stepped through it and found a bright sunny day with green pastures and blue skies. "I... I'm so sorry for not... For not coming to you sooner..."

He hushed her. "Don't apologize. It was all gonna happen some time." He pecked her cheek. "I love you."

Krystal laughed. "I love you too~"

That was all very sweet and kind, but the men around them were suddenly feeling the post-nut clarity hit hard. They looked down at their limp wieners and the messes they had made. They saw their nude Captain and his conquest, kissing each other sweetly. They had just masturbated to them like degenerates, without question or shame. The latter was making them very, very regretful. Pepper's hologram blipped out of existence. The other three got the same memo.

Wolf tucked his package back into his pants and zipped it up. "Well! I'll leave you guys to it!" He spun around and speed walked out of there.

Falco zipped his pants up but failed to cover the very tip of his penis which was stuck in his waistband. "Yeah! I'll, uh... See you around Cap. Um, good job, I guess." He skedaddled.

Panther didn't spare them any more words. He got on his feet and walked out with his head hung, not bothering to cover up his now shrunken penis.

Fox and Krystal kept kissing for a few more moments. They hadn't heard a word of what any of the other guys had said. They forgot they had been there or existed. Their entire worlds were each other, and nowhere else. Their lips parted. "God... I wish I'd found that out about you sooner~" Krystal sighed.

"Me too."

"I don't think I'll spend any nights with anybody else for the rest of my life."

Fox chuckled. "I'd appreciate that." He lifted her up until his tip slipped free of her pussy lips. A torrent of thickish nectar came glooping out, piling on to the floor below. He carefully set her down.

Her legs were like rubber. She shook herself and rubbed the space below her navel. "God. So much... Though I shouldn't be surprised~"

He stepped up to her and held her. He kissed her cheek again. "Believe it or not, I got some left in me. I'd be happy to give it to you~"

Krystal giggled. She swept her tail up between them, brushing his tummy and face. She waltzed over to the chair, leaving a dripping trail of white in her wake. She bent over and grabbed the armrests again. She looked back and gave him the same look as earlier. This time his seed was gushing out of her like a punctured syrup bottle. "Give it to me, then, and make me cum while you're at it."

"You got it." He didn't spare her any wait this time. He slid his cock back inside her down to the knot and grabbed her hips. She wasn't done with her first gasp before he pulled back and began another procession of powerful thrusts, utilizing every epic inch of his cock.

Krystal screamed again. His name echoed throughout the bridge. "Oh, Fox, YES! Oh my Fucking GOD! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... OH FUUUUUUUUUUCK~" Her body rocked on the chair as he pounded her. The flesh of her ass and thighs rolled and waved upon each impact. Fox used every muscle he had, making sure that Herculean member of his vanished in and out of her with the utmost speed and force.

He spoke without missing a beat. "Yeah? That feels good, baby? Let me hear it. Let the whole ship hear it. Let them know what you've been missing."

"OHHHHH FUCK! YES! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD! OH GOD THERE'S NOTHING LIKE IT! HUUUUUUHHHHHHHUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!" She came again, splattering more of that crystalline juice across his still pistoning penis. She screamed once more, blanketing the sound of him growling once he unleashed yet another load of hot, canine love across her womb.

"Ahhhhhhh, fuck yeah. That's it, baby!" He pulled out of her, letting loose another ungodly glob of his seed out of her and onto the desecrated floor.

He wasn't done. He would fill her with more, and then some more. It wasn't long before the floor beneath them was a sacrilegious collage of cum so thick and deep that his feet were soaked. Of course, she came too. She begged him to make her.

And he did, again, and again, and again.

THE END