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The steel door slid open with a hiss, and spilling across the threshold were a pair of thrashing bodies. Clinging, groping, gripping each other tight, two foxes were fiercely kissing each other, their hands roaming each other with a near violence in intensity. The door slid shut as soon as the pair had cleared the door. Fox McCloud grabbed the front of her glossy blue suit, the skin tight one piece that hugged her tits and gave away the game of her body, tightly clinging to every one of her curves. He yanked, the zipper snapping and tearing down the front, the vixen’s heavy tits spilling out before him. She snatched his hands, yanked them tight to her tits, and there he grabbed up two big handfuls of her breasts. Her thick juicy hips, her ample heavy breasts, drove Fox wild the more he was exposed to him. They kissed again, her blue fur mashing up against his orange hues. The foxes danced awkwardly across the floor, groping and kissing, until they reached the bed. Fox broke the kiss, squeezed her breasts tightly before letting go. Dropping one hand he reached down and grabbed her by the pussy. Krystal gasped, smiling, grinning hotly before a second gasp escaped her lips. Pressing one, then two, until finally all four of his fingers were crammed into her cunt, he lifted. Fox lifted her, right by her sodden and squishy pussy, clean off the floor, his other hand still copping a feel of her tit, now doubling as an extra handhold. When she was deposited onto the bed, it was with a crude toss, Fox’s fingers left dripping with her nectar. She landed with an oof, right on her ass, her hands reaching up to her torn suit. She yanked it open wider, ripping and tearing at the already torn material, until Fox was reaching in on his own. Together, they tore her suit off of her, exposing her white and blue fur more and more until at last Fox had her bare assed and vulnerable. The vixen’s sublime and curvy body was on display, not a speck of her hidden from his hungry gaze. Lightning-like electricity flowed across his skin as an eager need to get another hit of his vixen urged him towards his next overdose of love. Krystal stuck out her foot, touching the swollen lump in his pants. He snatched her by the ankle, then snatched her other foot. Lifting her legs up over his shoulders, Krystal then hooked her feet behind his neck as he began to lean over her body from the edge of the bed. Reaching down to unzip himself, the vixen reached in to join him. Two sets of hands worked to undo his belt, then the button holding his waistline tight. As Fox lowered his zipper, Krystal was reaching through the breach to find the thick lump of his sheath. Tugging him free, she held onto his swelling organ like it was a handle, feeling the cock inside it grow with each beat of his powerful heart. The pink tip escaped the sheath, the vixen watching as it continued to grow. Her thumb and fingers grew further apart, more and more, as he swelled, with what started as a tip of lipstick now growing into a degenerate looking pillar. Richly red, prominently veined, and angrily twitching, Fox’s cock was now rigid in her waiting hand. She let go, and weight of all that meat and blood dropped his shaft. It fell across her belly, the tip reaching well past her navel. Krystal could see the furry prison of his sheath stretching taut around a knot that had yet to break free. A big droplet of precum was already forming at his tapered tip, eager and itchy to penetrate the slutty vixen lying in front of him on the bed. Krystal used both hands to massage his prick, running her fingertips up and down the sides of his cock. His knot was still throbbing within his sheath, until it finally squeezed past his opening, audibly popping free. The veiny, bulky orb was rhythmically twitching along with the rest of his meaty shaft. It throbbed, she stroked, and then it spat. A clear river of pre shot across her chest, oozing between her heavy breasts. A second river joined the first, Fox’s cock angrily signaling its demand to be sunk within her sodden tunnel. Fox leaned down, grabbed her by the tits, gripping and squeezing them. He mashed them together, admiring just how soft and pliable they were in his grip. The vixen looked up at Fox, cooing mischievously at him. “I don’t know if it’ll fit, fly boy. You’re just so big.” She teased her celebrity hero. He replied first with a cocky grin. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to watch it to find out, aren’t we?” He asked her, then turned his head towards you. Krystal then turned her head to you, yes YOU, the reader of this shameless advertisement. “Yes, you’re going to have to watch The Super Mario Galaxy Movie!” She tells you passionately, a third rope of clear pre spitting across her tits, coating them liberally and leaving them glossy and glazed. “Exactly! Go watch my first ever debut in a major Hollywood film!” Fox joined, still looking at YOU the reader, the reader that surely can afford at least one movie ticket at your local theater! “If you don’t see it, Nintendo might think Star Fox isn’t worth investing any more money into!” Krystal added with a panic. “See it twice if you can afford it!” Fox shouts. And speaking as one, they both plead with you, just as a fourth rope of pre launched over her tits and lands across her face, but the vixen was unphased by her sudden facial and maintains eye contact with you. “We can’t save the Lylat System if you don’t help save our franchise!” They tell you in unison. Go see The Super Mario Galaxy Movie! Do it for Krystal! She might even be in the movie! She’s probably NOT in the movie, but if the movie does well I might just write a real ending to this story so you can all jerk off to Fox fucking Krystal retarded with his massive, veiny bitch breaking cock!