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The Lylat system had benefited greatly from the onset of peace after so many years of arduous war. Planets orbiting deep in the badlands were no longer ravaged by the many conquerors and bandits who sought to extort riches from those who lived there. Tradeships did not fear the routes between planets. Soldiers and pilots did not dread stations on the cusp of the military's reach. Conscription was not a death sentence, nor was it carried out anymore. For the first time in a long time, the average citizen of the system could either travel or live in their homes without the fear of danger towards themselves or their loved ones. Corneria was already the safest place to live thanks to its overwhelming military presence, and it still reaped the best rewards of peacetime. The greater population of men and women who served in the armed forces were now back home practicing their crafts, building homes, and ensuring a vibrant economy. With their newfound safety and prosperity, the people of Corneria used their newfound freedom so that they could foster a life for themselves and the communities around them.

Of course, the military still existed, and those who remained a part of it were those who knew nothing more than living a life either behind the trigger or in the cockpit. There was the Star Fox squadron, a group of elite pilots who were trained and experienced with years of flying and dogfighting under their belts. With the declaration of peace, they hardly had any place in the world for them to go. Flying and shooting down enemies, while a highly valuable skill, wasn't quite a common requirement among the careers available. A handful could find lives outside of flying, but a greater majority stayed behind in the highly structured, highly disciplined life of the military. They reminisced, but did not wish to repeat, their careers as the bravest pilots in the galaxy.

The remaining veterans of Star Fox were stationed at Corneria Command, near the heart of Corneria City. It was here that they performed drills and training on a semi-regular basis, piloting their agile fighters among the sprawling metropolis of skyscrapers, much to the ire of the city folk who wanted to forget about the war. Their leader was Fox McCloud, the most famous pilot and decorated veteran of the entire fleet. His feats as a pilot were legendary, solidifying him as the prototypical Ace's Ace. He'd led his squadron into the fiercest of battles and led them out alive, earning their undying respect and loyalty. To be a pilot on his squadron was both an honor as well as a tremendous accomplishment. Only the most daring and adept flyers were chosen to join him. Once you were in, the most was expected of you. Do not disappoint.

Unfortunately there was a lot of that happening ever since the war ended. Fox McCloud, once a laissez-faire sort of commander, had turned into a stickler for perfection and order. Grooming standards and ship maintenance were hardly a priority when lives were on the line, but once things became a little safer, that was all he seemed to care about. Uniform out of whack? Sanction. Bed untidy? No shore leave. Weapon dirty? 50 pushups. Late at reveille? Clean the latrine. Respect for the legendary fox quickly evaporated. Being on the squadron was now looking more like a chore than an honor. Members warned other pilots not to apply. The prestige, however great, wasn't worth it. They were better off shipping off somewhere else, lest they spend one too many afternoons earning the venom of a fox who was shorter than everyone else on the squad.

There was an exception. Krystal very rarely suffered fox's wrath, though her infractions on the military code were by far the most frequent. Her uniform was often untidy, she almost never made her bed, her weapons remained unfired and rusty, and she loved to sleep in every morning to her heart's content. It all went unnoticed by Fox, who did nothing more than politely remind her to make sure she made her bed better next time. She never had a sanction on her record, she never lost shore leave, she never did a single push up, and she never bent over a single toilet with a brush in her paw. Her and Fox both acted oblivious to his obvious favoritism, but everyone else knew what was going on. Krystal and Fox were madly in love, something that had blossomed when they had first met. Their time fighting against the savage SharpClaws had forged a very powerful trust between the two, something that was strengthened further by their mutual interest in flying. They had saved each other's lives countless times, and never felt safe in the sky without the other on their wing.

It also helped that both of them were incredibly attractive, especially the stunning Krystal whose beauty had become more of a staple than her skills as a pilot. Her crystalline blue fur dazzled the eyes of every man who saw her. Even where it turned a soft white around her face and on the tip of her tail she captured attention and imagination. Her eyes were an equally radiant color, the most focal point of her adorably soft facial features. She had an athletic build, a feature courtesy of her years as a warrior. Powerfully thick thighs sat between toned caves and bulbous glutes, the latter of which swelled from her hips audaciously. Her core was curved like an hourglass, studded by a dense presence of abs. Her bosom was enormous, perhaps the greatest source of her sexual allure and influence. Her powers as a telepath were remarkable, although she often joked that men were easy to influence once they started ogling her tits. She was the crown jewel of Star Fox, a gorgeous example of healthy physique and reproductive charm.

So it was natural that Fox recruited her into the squadron and had her stay. She had the option to leave anytime, but remained thanks to the very handsome commander. He was short, but that did not mean he wasn't built for the incredibly taxing job of being a fighter pilot. Beneath his blonde coat of fur was sinewy muscle, woven and compacted like steel wire. He had a fierce visage and commanding voice, both of which communicated well alongside his expressive green eyes. He may have been small, but he conducted himself in a manner appropriate for his giant status. His chest was always thrusted and his back remained ramrod straight. His voice was always at the appropriate level, usually long-reaching and even. When Fox spoke, people listened. During dogfights he never screamed or shouted. He could crack a joke and make people laugh, or relay some somber news. He commanded and befriended his peers with equal skill, something that was key in earning the respect he had after so long.

So it was all the more painful when the squadron witnessed his transformation into a Draconian drill master, biting at every infraction that he could find. The pilots griped about it plenty, with the exception of Krystal who was spared from it all. Even if he had given her a hard time, she wouldn't have held it against him. Her powers as a telepath included very keen empathy. She knew that Fox wasn't handling the transition to peacetime very well. Neither was anyone else, but Fox seemed to be going through it the worse. How does one go from risking their life fighting the bad guys one day, to bossing around a boring old military base the next? It wasn't easy, and the stress was evident on him. Krystal took it upon herself to take care of him as best she could, becoming his source of therapy, using both her kind words and ample physical gifts to absolve him of his stresses.

It was close to taps one night when Krystal knocked on his door. The hallway was empty, a barren corridor of reflective chrome. Behind her were paneled windows offering a stunning view of the city, now dazzling with lights as the sun made its way down into the horizon. She was in her Class B uniform, a button up shirt and a plain blue dress that fell just above her knees. She wore a shirt just one size too small for her, stretching the fabric over her womanly mounds and threatening to pop the buttons in front of them. It was against every bit of the dress code, but that wasn't going to stop her, not when Fox loved it so much.

"Who is it?" Fox asked from inside the room.

"It's Krystal," she said. "Can I come in?"

A second passed before the door slid open vertically. Shoom! It revealed Fox's room with him sitting on his bed. He was in the middle of taking his uniform off. His jacket was splayed out on the mattress behind him. His undershirt was unbuttoned along with his pants. One boot was in his paw, the other one was still on his foot. Krystal's plump shadow stretched into the room across the rectangle of faded sunlight let in by the open door. Her fluffy blue fox tail flicked behind her. She eyed the handsome fox saucily. "Getting ready for me, I see. How'd you know I was coming?"

He smiled at the sight of her and her constrictive uniform. He put his boot down and leaned back into his bed propping himself up on his arms. "I didn't, actually. It's a lovely surprise seeing you here. Might I ask what you want?"

"Oh, just to check on you." She stepped inside. The door shoomed close behind her, cutting them off from the outside light. With the room light on her, Fox noticed the double poke of her nipples against her shirt fabric. He could just barely make out the outline of her areolas. "How's my brave commander feeling?"

"Beat to hell." He kicked up the foot still in his boot. "Mind taking this off for me? I'm awfully tired."

"Why can't you take it off yourself, big man?" she teased.

"I can, but I think a soldier in a butchered uniform like yours should follow orders."

She chuckled. "Yes sir." She strutted forward, letting her healthy hips sway out with each step. She knelt down in front of him and grabbed his leather boot. With a small heave, she popped it off to reveal his socked foot. She put the shoe down and casually started rolling his sock off. "How was your day?" she asked.

"Ah, rough," he sighed, taking pleasure in having his calloused feet exposed to the AC. "Slippy made an error on some maintenance earlier. Had to get with him to fix that mess. Wasted about three hours of my time."

"Oh no." She started peeling off his other sock. "What happened?"

"I don't know, all I know is that something in one of the ships got put in a place it wasn't supposed to be, or something like that. He's the engineer, not me." He closed his eyes and started rubbing his face. She could feel his stress like a fog constricting and thrumming around his head. She held his foot and massaged it with her thumbs, making it dissipate somewhat. He started to relax, and his bitterness towards his amphibian comrade started to wane. "I guess it wasn't too bad of a mix up. We got it fixed... He got it fixed. It took a while but it wasn't that bad."

She smiled. "That's good to hear." She slid her paw up his achilles, into his pant leg, and cupped his calf. "Anything else happen today?"

"No, not really, and that's what kind of sucks. The only major thing was standing around making sure that thing got fixed, and the rest was just more menial stuff, nothing important." He looked down at her. "How was your day?"

"Kind of the same." She pulled his foot up to her so that the sole was pressed into her collar, above her right breast. She continued caressing his calf, sliding his blonde fur around and sifting her fingers. "Just waiting to spend time with you."

He smiled back. "Well, you're here now. Anything you plan on doing?"

She didn't respond immediately. Her paws continued dancing up his leg, drifting her claws along his fur and giving him gooseprickles. She lowered his leg to the floor and scooted closer to him, between his legs. "I have a few ideas~" His fly was open already, showing the bottom flaps of his button shirt and the outer cusp of his tighty whities. She pulled down the gates of his fly and removed the shirt flaps. She laid eyes on more of his underwear which bulged around his manhood. He sighed through his nose, already feeling the immense stress relief coming his way. She stood up on her knees and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, opening it so she could see his nicely crafted trunk. Her paws rested on his pecs, then glided down his abdomen to feel everyone of his rocky bumps and edges. They came back down to his underwear. She slid her fingers into the waistband and peeled them down to his thigh. Out came his penis, already on the approach to an erection. It was slumped to the side, over the swell of his scrotum. She could see it creeping its way towards being parallel with his body. From there it would stiffen into a pole that sprouted from his loins proudly, awaiting Krystal's womanly touch.

It was a terrible shame how small it was.

Krystal's disappointment was palpable the moment she first laid eyes on it. Their first time in bed together had been a moment they both looked forward to with giddy anticipation. So when the war finally ended, they consummated their relationship in a night of thrilling lovemaking and numerous climaxes. At least that was the case for Fox, whose sexual prowess wasn't even a fragment of his piloting skills. Even for a short man, his penis was just too small. It disappeared when Krystal wrapped her paw around it, hardly giving her any maneuvering room. The foreskin came close to wrapping around the head entirely, even when he was erect. When he was soft, it was nothing but a shrunken grub encased by a cocoon of pinched skin. His nuts weren't anything impressive either, sitting below his penis like an ill-nourished fruit on a vine. It sat completely out of place among his manly physique, looking like something he had crafted and pasted on himself instead of grown out of his body.

His physical skills failed to make up for it. For his endurance in a cockpit, he was utterly worthless in bed. Krystal would embrace him with her cunt, only to have him pump a few measly loads of watery seed after just a few seconds of contact. Blowjobs never lasted much longer, and if her soft tits so much as came near his dick it would explode. Refractory periods were dreadfully long and his output was always meager. His climaxes were down right theatric, making him bounce and squirm like he was being exorcized. When he was commanding in the air his voice was regal and proud. When he was cumming his voice was shaky and feminine. Krystal remembered the first night they made love, or at least tried, and he started to cry. He wasn't even a virgin. Another blow came when he confessed to being uncomfortable with going down on her, admitting that "it's a little too much for me," among other things. Needless to say, Krystal never experienced an orgasm with him. Those came after they were done having sex, when he was passed out. She would lie with her back to him, fingering herself as quietly as she could until finally she climaxed.

It was all a terrible shame, but she never loved him any less. His shortcomings in the sheets did not eliminate all of the great things they had done for each other in the past and continued to do for each other now. He was still incredibly brave and handsome, something that made forgetting his small penis very easy. Nobody suspected there were issues between them, not when Fox continued giving her free passes for her many infractions. When people saw them together they were always so happy. Krystal made do with Fox's pitiful endowment, showing it and the man who owned the love they deserved.

She held it upright in her paw and slowly wagged it. She could feel the pulse of his heart, filling it with rich blood. He hissed through his teeth and bit his lip. Just like that he was feeling the first few bites of pleasure, making him blush. Krystal tilted her head and batted her eyes. "Feels good, commander?"

"Yeah... You know I love it when you touch me like that."

"Mmmm, and I love doing it." As soon as his dick was stiff enough she held it straight up and started stroking it. Her paw barely had anywhere to go, making the head of his cock disappear with only a few inches' movement of her paw. It was more than enough, making Fox close his eyes and sigh heavily. "What do you want me to do?"

"Ah, maybe suck on it." He licked his lips. His mouth was getting dry. "Yeah, if you don't mind."

"Not at all~" That was a lie, but she wasn't going to let him know that. She let go of his penis. A bead of precum plipped out beneath his navel, shining in the dull ceiling light. She straightened her back and began unbuttoning her shirt, starting from the bottom and coming up to her explosive chest. Her eyes remained locked on Fox's. He would look at her for just a moment before his gaze would flash down at whatever button was currently being unlatched. Soon the last button was undone, letting the shirt fall free from the oppressive shove of her chest. Her tits fell free with an enormous drop, settling into their God-given rotundity with a hearty wobble. They were white like snow, a pattern that continued down her nicely toned tummy. At their centers were her rosy nipples, stiffened into tiny cones. Fox's penis flexed at the mere sight of them. Their proximity was enough to elicit another bead of precum from his tip. Krystal shrugged her shirt off of her shoulders and scooted closer to him. She picked his cock up and aimed it at the ceiling. Her plush lips puckered and delivered the tiniest of smooches on the underside of his glans. A shudder rolled through him. His toes curled and his fists clenched on the bed sheets. More precum bled free from his teeny slit, something Krystal got rid of with a very subtle lap of her tongue.

She kissed him again, then again. Her eyes opened, drilling her sapphire irises into his soul. He moaned and she giggled. "Think you'll cum for me?"

"God. I'm ready to pop already. God, you're so good at this."

Yeah, but you're also sensitive. "Mmm, thank you. Want me to show you how good I really am?"

He did a stuttered laugh. "Y-yeah. Please."

"Yes sir~" She kissed his sweet spot just three more times before she finally opened her mouth and wrapped it around his helmet. His bitty meat fell just within the crescent of her teeth. She hardly needed to worry about scraping him given the severe gap made by his lack of size. She suckled him softly, vacuuming the steady flow of precum into her throat, mixing it with the flood of her saliva. She bobbed her head down, wringing his hilt with her lips but failing to bring his tip anywhere near her gullet.

Not that she had anytime to really try. A few seconds later he was cumming. "Hyyyeeaaauuuuhhhh~~~!!!" Fox's back bent itself into a curve, throwing his head back to release a very pleasured moan. His legs started jittering and his toes curled. Krystal came off of him as soon as she could, catching only the very first spurt of his cum. She held it in the pocket between her lips and her teeth, turned her head to the side, and spat it out onto the floor. It plopped onto the tiled chrome unceremoniously, spreading into a slimy splat like a popped water balloon. It was more spit than cum, the latter of which was hardly thicker than the former. More seed spit from his dick, painting the very bottom of his belly and the plain of fur between his waist and his pubes. It was barely anything, maybe a few drops or so. It was over after only a few seconds, but that was enough to leave the fox panting and shuddering. "Uhhh... Uhhh... Oh God."

Krystal hid her disgust and gave him a cheery smile while she stroked his instantly flaccid cock. "Mmmm, how was that?"

"Ahhh... Fuck... Amazing, Krystal. Ahhh..." He sounded like he had had the best orgasm of his life. She was worried that he would pass out. "God, I love you so much."

"And I love you too." She got up from her knees and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her skirt off, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. She leaned up to him and kissed his cheek. He lazily brought his face to hers and smooched her lips. It was a half hearted attempt, both because of his sexual fatigue and considering where her mouth had just been. She could sense his discomfort, and though she thought it was pathetic, she instead kissed him around his chin and on his neck. He savored her gnaws on his neck until he slumped down onto his back and pulled his paws up to the flanks of his head. She kicked her leg over his torso and straddled his loins. His deflated cock was a shriveled stump in front of her chalice, still wet from her mouth. A glob of cum sat in his slit, looking like the head of a piercing. She rubbed around his trunk, feeling the bumps of his ribs and the wiry muscle that was etched around it. "Think you can go again?" she asked with an inquisitive tilt of the head.

He swallowed his spit. "Yeah, just give me a minute."

"Take your time." Another lie. She wanted to be done with this as soon as possible. To hasten the return of his erection she started grinding on his crotch, brushing the very edge of her cunny against his shaft. Her fingers explored his body, something she did take some enjoyment out of. He helped himself to her breasts, mushing his tiny paws into her heavenly soft pillows. He fondled and squished them, admiring every bit of their weight and texture. Krystal murred and wiggled her tail. "You like my tits, big boy?"

"Fuck yeah. They're awesome." He was looking straight at them, unable to bring his focus anywhere else. A fire could've been raging in the room around them and he wouldn't have taken his eyes off of her malleable chest. "I love 'em so much."

She smiled bashfully. "Thank you, and you're such a big stud." She humped on his cock, still as limp as ever. "I love it when you're inside me."

He scoffed. "Come on. Don't lie to me."

"I'm not! I think you're amazing."

He didn't seem convinced. His paws slid from her breasts and laid on his belly. "I know I'm not that big. You don't have to lie to me."

She stopped grinding and frowned down at him. "I'm not lying. Why would I lie about that?"

"To make me feel good."

"Lying doesn't make people feel good," she said, a statement which itself was a lie. "I think you're fine, sweety. You know I wouldn't just tell you things. If I didn't think you were that great, would I be having sex with you?"

He looked up at her, eyes still wracked with doubt. "No?" He said it like it was a question, as if there would never be a certain answer.

"No. I wouldn't." She resumed grinding. "Now shut up and get hard so you can fuck me."

That handsome smile she loved was back. "Yeah, OK. Let me do that for you." He did eventually, although it took longer than either one of them would've hoped. She didn't waste anymore time. She scooted back down his thigh, pointed his dick up to the ceiling, then lifted herself up above his waiting pole. She came down softly, swaddling his shaft with her womanly embrace. Fox's body trembled beneath her. There would've been another orgasm right then and there if he hadn't already cum earlier. His paws went to her hips, clinging to her velvet blue fur. His back went into an arch again, jutting out his tummy and tightening his skin around his ribcage.

Krystal made a very dramatic moan. She swooned her head and wagged her fox tail. "Oh, Fox... Yes." She started bouncing on him, audibly schlicking her cunt on his truncated shaft. Her ass didn't even need to come off of his hips.

Even as she moaned with as much emotion as she could muster, Fox still outdid her. Desperate grunts and gasps shot out of him without control, outdoing even Krystal's theatrics. "Ahhh... Krystal... Hahhhh... That's so good... Huhhh..." His paws slid up her sides and found her breasts. He groped them clumsily, sinking his claws in until they started to hurt.

Krystal masked the mild pain with more moans. It felt good, sure, but her cunt had a hard time finding that much of a grip on him. To find any real pleasure, she had to grind more than she rode. She humped him for all he was worth. A few of her retorts were genuine, but they were indistinguishable between the many that were outright false. "Ohhh, Fox! Huhhh! That's so good! Ah, I love it when you're inside me! Yes!" She prayed he couldn't tell how much cheese was behind her lines.

He didn't, not when her pussy grip was that of a goddess. He squirmed and writhed beneath her, letting her know just how well she was doing. "Hahhh... Huhhh... Ahhh Krystal... I'm gonna cum! Ahhh! Yeah! I'm close!"

"Oh Fox! Yes! Cum inside me! Do it!" She went faster on him, begging for his second orgasm to arrive so that she could leave finally. She didn't have to wait long. Fox threw himself into another arch, flattening the top of his head into the mattress. A very emphatic groan belted out of him from the very bottom of his throat, gradually degrading into a feminine gurgle. That was Krystal's cue to let loose her own howl. She felt his few pumps of cum, then the sudden softening of his cock, letting what little seed he had released slough out of her from around his worm. Their voices calmed down together, although Fox continued to pant and whimper. Krystal kept up her charade, wiggling her ass on him and murring with what she hoped sounded like sincerity. "Oh, Fox~ That was incredible. I loved that so much."

It took him several more moments to collect himself. Sweat had broken across his fur. His face was blood red. Krystal leaned down and kissed the underside of his chin, easing him through the process. His cock slipped out of her, reassuming its usual measly form. Just one glop of seed came out of her, clinging to her vulva and not falling any further. To Fox it felt like he had unloaded a month's supply. "Huhhhh... Huhhh... Huhhh... Krystal... Fuck... That was awesome. God, I loved that."

"Mmmm, me too. I needed that."

"Yeah... Whew... I think I did too." She was just about to get up when his arms wrapped around her trunk, holding her there for more kisses. She obliged him, if just to keep him warm for a little longer. His tail wagged like crazy between his legs. He radiated joy, something she could at least have a little pride in. That was why she had visited him after all.

She kissed him a little while longer before she decided it was enough and pulled herself out of his grasp. She got off the bed and did a stretch. "Mmmmm, I think I'm gonna go to bed now. I'm beat," she said with a noted spirit of energy.

Fox, by far the more exhausted of the two, blinked a few times and sat upright. "Really? You're going?"

"Yeah." She bent down to collect her clothes.

"Oh. You don't want to sleep in here?"

She shook her head as she pulled her skirt back up her legs. It took a few extra jerks to get it up the swell of her ass. "No, I think I'll sleep in my bed." Otherwise you'll wake me up before reveille.

"Oh. OK." He laid down along the length of his bed, silently watching her get dressed. Once the final button was done on her shirt, he spoke up. "Love you."

She came to a stop and looked at him like he had surprised her. She smiled and bent over to kiss him on the forehead. "Love you too," she said, meaning every word of it.

Then she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. It slid shut behind her with a sudden shoom, leaving Fox alone on his bed.