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Chapter 23: Fulfilling Needs

As the months went by, Fox and Krystal would take their son on various outings, be it the local farmer's market, a park, out for ice cream, and even back to River Rapids. Kelly Rivers though made sure that the McClouds and their friends were not harassed by the tabloids again, going as far as posting park security personnel in the vicinity of the Picnic Area 7 where they would relax. It was inevitable though that images of Marcus would appear in tabloid outlets, but all seemed to have been taken from a long distance. The savage ferocity with which he demonstrated that he would protect his wife and children had sent a clear message to the paparazzi to stay away.

The little fox became fast friends with Oswald and Katherine, the children of Kei and Fara Pheonix. There were also Jennifer Caruso and Sean O'Donnell who would be brought over by their parents for a visit on occasion. The Banks would come to visit often with their third and fourth pups, who were near Marcus' age, to let the children play. Ruby and Oliver Banks were the most energetic of Marcus' friends, but that was not surprising given that they were otters. The emotions radiating from the two rambunctious pups would make the empathic pup go into fits of giggling.

Marcus was also acutely aware of the changes in his mother due to his sister's development and was awed by the sight of his mother's growing belly. Approaching the fifth month of her pregnancy, Krystal was able to sense that she would be having a daughter this time. Both she and Fox were waiting with baited anticipation for their daughter's developing mind to awaken. Already, Krystal had begun to sense her mental pattern start to manifest itself.

A few weeks later, they had just finished dinner when Krystal sensed a change in her unborn daughter. "Fokkusu, it's happening." Krystal thought to her husband while looking down and running a hand over her growing belly.

"What's happening, Mama?" Marcus asked, having also heard his mother's thoughts.

Picking up his son in his arms, Fox mentally replied, _"Something very special, Makasu." _ Following Krystal, he carried Marcus to the sun room and had his son sit next to his mother. Krystal took her harp in hand, and with Fox accompanying her on his guitar, they sang some of Marcus' favorite songs.

And like it had happened during Krystal's first pregnancy, this new mental presence within her flared to life. Even though he knew what to expect this second time around, Fox was nonetheless deeply moved as he once again let himself be mentally drawn towards his pregnant wife's belly. There, for the second time, Fox became aware of the mind of his newest child growing inside. Setting his guitar aside and getting down on his knees at his wife's feet, Fox rested his head on his wife's belly while letting himself be mentally drawn deeper.

"Lay your head on my belly, Makasu, just like your Papa is doing." Krystal thought to her son while she continued to play her harp.

As Krystal continued to sing while playing her harp, father and son could hear her lullaby echo inside her body, the soft vibrations tickling their newest pup adrift in her womb. That same spark of awareness inside their newest child began to glow as it had done with Markus four years ago. Fox felt doubly blessed this time. He was once again experience something no other father in Lylat could ever hope to, and this time he was sharing the special moment with his telepathic son.

Krystal smiled down to her son. "Do you sense her, Makasu? Your little sister is happy."

Marcus was mentally captivated by the experience. With a sense of wonder, he tentatively reached down mentally into his mother's belly to the presence there. "Yes, Mama. I can sense her. Is that really my little sister?"

"Yes, it is, Sweety. That is your little sister growing inside your mama." Krystal replied

"Hello little sister." Marcus thought, being instantly rewarded with a burst of happiness that echoed his own. He then felt even stronger happiness next to him and glanced up to see his father crying.

Sensing his confusion, Krystal explained to her son, "Sometimes, when grownups are really, really happy, they cry. Your Papa also cried the first time he felt your happiness when it was you growing in my belly before you were born."

Marcus could sense the love directed to his little sister, the same love he felt when it was directed to him. "I love you, little sister."

"Your mama, your papa, and your big brother all love you." Krystal thought. They all felt her spark brighten in response.

"Shall we call her Ophelia?" Fox thought. "I know you loved that name ever since I suggested it five years ago."

"Yes," Krystal thought. "It's such a beautiful name for a girl, both in Lyatian and in Cerinian."

When their unborn daughter wriggled. Fox, Krystal, and Marcus all smiled. "Little sister likes it."

Krystal petted her belly. "Do you want to be Ofiria?" The little burst of happiness was all the confirmation Ophelia's parents and brother needed. "I think it's decided then."

"Ophelia McCloud has a nice ring to it too, almost as much as Krystal McCloud." Fox thought while giving his wife a kiss. He then resumed sitting next to his vixen, picked up his guitar again, and joined his wife in playing for both their son and unborn daughter.

The last two months of Krystal's pregnancy went by quietly. Much to Fox's surprise, he found himself feeling much less nervous at the prospect of again experiencing the birth pains his wife was going to endure. Perhaps it was because both knew what to expect. It may have been also because of what Fay had once told them, that subsequent births were easier on the mother. A big contributor to the ease of mind of both parents was the offer by Charles Phoenix to bring them to the private medical clinic on the top floor of Phoenix Manor. Even if the administrator of Corneria City General Hospital had been sacked on the demand of Charles Phoenix, knowing that there would be no dealings with such a large, impersonal institution greatly eased the minds of Fox and Krystal.

The fact that Florence Phoenix would act as midwife, with Kei as her nursing assistant also helped. Both already knew of the deep telepathic bond between Fox and his wife. The only hurdle was what to do with Marcus during the birth. In the last week of Krystal's pregnancy, they moved to Phoenix Manor to await the birth of Ophelia. While there, Fox and Krystal decided to reveal to Charles and Kei's parents the secret of their bond.

Dietrich Reinard had the hardest time believing his second cousin, twice removed. "Cousin, that is a bit much to take." the elderly tod declared. "I know your missus can read minds and all, but you feeling what she feels?"

"It's true, Dad." Kei affirmed. "I was there when Marcus was born. Remember? Each time Krystal had contractions, I could see Cousin feel her pain."

"Are you sure? Maybe he was just having sympathetic birth pains."

Kei knew of only one way to convince his father. He had been sitting between Fara and Krystal, with Fox sitting on his wife's other side. Without warning, he reached over and pinched Krystal in the arm, hard.

Krystal and Fox simultaneously yelped, "Owww! What was that for?!?"

"Sorry..." Kei apologized. "I couldn't think of any other way of convincing Dad."

Seeing both McClouds cry out in pain and seeing Fox actually reach for his arm in the exact same spot his son and pinched Krystal thoroughly unnerved the old tod. "Well, I'll be damned." His gaze towards Fox was suddenly sympathetic. "I'm so sorry you have to go through that, Fox."

All were surprised by Fox's reply. "I'm not. Sure, I'm a bit nervous, but I'm actually okay with it. I also know why many mothers go through with it again and again. He gazed to Josephine and Fara, both mothers in their own right. "I think you two know what I mean, that feeling of relief and joy after your children came out, when you held them in your arms." He then gazed down at his son who was sitting next to him. "I felt it too when I first held Marcus in my arms and saw him through Krystal's eyes."

Feeling mischievous, Krystal decided to get even with Kei's father for doubting them. "Besides, it's not all pain. There's pleasure too, especially when Fox and I have sex."

All the adults in the room burst into laughter upon seeing the old tod's jaw drop. Fox's mirth was tempered though by the one question he had to address when his son asked. "Papa? Why does having a baby hurt?"

Fox bit his lower lip, unsure of how to explain to his four-year-old son the birthing process in a way he would understand. He glanced to his wife. Krystal sensed his indecision and decided it was a question best answered by her. "Come here to Mama, Marcus."

When Marcus climbed over his father to reach his mother, Fox moved to make room to allow their son to sit between his parents. Krystal then guided her son's hand over her belly. "Your sister now is almost ready to be born." Krystal then held up her hands in front of the little fox, holding them apart. "She'll be that big, and your mama has to push her out of her. It is hard work for mamas to do, and yes, it hurts a lot, but your mama and papa don't mind, because we were so happy after you were born, and we'll be just as happy when your baby sister is born." Even though she sensed that her wide-eyed son understood, she asked him anyway for the benefit of those around them. "So do you understand, Marcus?"

"Yes, Mama. Can I be there when you push Ophelia out of you?"

Krystal tenderly ran a hand between Marcus' ears and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Sweety, but you can't. Your Mama has to concentrate really hard on pushing your little sister out. So she can't be distracted by your thoughts with you nearby."

Seeing his crestfallen expression, Krystal sought to placate her son. "So, I want you to stay with your Aunty Fara, your friends Oswald and Katy, and everyone here while I work in giving you a baby sister. Okay?"

"Okay Mama." Marcus replied.

With that final hurdle overcome, Fox and Krystal had no further worries and enjoyed the hospitality of the Phoenix family, taking up temporary residence in one of the guest suites. Days went by. Each day, Fara would fly to work at Space Dynamics while her husband went upstairs to his office to manage to books for Phoenix Corp while Father Phoenix ran the company. Fox split his time between tending to his very pregnant wife and joining Kei's parents in keeping his son and the Phoenix children entertained; that is, when he was not distracted by Krystal's increasingly frequent false labor pains. During evenings, they would gather in the second-floor living room where all were thoroughly entertained by the children's antics, seeing them run around and play all sorts of silly games until it was their bedtime.

It was only a matter of time before the uniqueness Marcus' abilities was noticed by his friends. In their youthful innocence, Oswald and Katherine did not mind hearing Marcus' thoughts in their heads or having the little blue-furred fox read their minds. It did lead to them asking their parents a question that was very reminiscent to Fox and Krystal.

They were playing in the living room with Fara watching over them when Oswald asked his mother, "Mommy? How come we can hear just Marcus think, but we can't hear you or Daddy think?"

Fara regarded her son. The little fennec's question was not one she knew how to answer. When his twin sister asked, "Mommy, can you read our minds too? Can Daddy or Grandpa or Grandma read our minds?"

Fox chuckled. "Marcus had a similar question for us when Krystal started his telepathic training nine months ago."

Fara ran a hand over hear head, pushing back her long ears and sighed. "Then maybe you should be the one to answer them. I'm really not sure what to say, even though Kei and I know Marcus has been speaking to our children telepathically."

When the fraternal twin children of his former girlfriend and distant cousin looked to Fox for the answer, the tod sat down on the carpeted floor to be eye level with them and beckoned his son to him. "You see how your friend Marcus and your Aunt Krystal have blue fur?"

When they nodded, he explained. "It is because Marcus's mommy is from a planet where all the foxes had blue fur and could read minds. So that's why your mommy and daddy, and your grandpas and your grandma can't read minds." Fox pointed to himself. "Your Uncle Fox can't read minds either."

"Oh." little Katy said, sounding crestfallen, but suddenly brightened when she had what she thought was a brilliant idea. "I know! We could paint our fur blue! Then we'd be able to read minds too."

Krystal's gentle laugh drew the twin's attention. The vixen, who had been sitting on a comfortable couch resting her sore back, shook her head while smiling. "It's not like that, Dears. You see, all the foxes on my world could read minds. We just happened to also have blue fur." Then before the little 3-year-old pups could become crestfallen, she found a way to make them feel special. "And you should know that Marcus doesn't think to and read the minds of just anybody. He'll do that only with his friends."

"And you can read our minds and think to us too?" Oswald asked his aunt in rapt fascination.

"I could if I wanted to. I just didn't because you were busy playing with Marcus." She indicated Fara and Kei. "Your mommy and daddy are my friends. I sometimes think to them and listen to them think back to me, just like Marcus listens to you think to him."

Their curiosity having been satisfied, their short attention span was diverted with thoughts of playing with their toys while the adults watched. Fox murmured to Fara and Kei, "I'm just glad they didn't ask too many questions about Cerinia. When Marcus sensed Krystal's sadness at the mention of her old home, we had to tell him what had happened. He was emotionally devastated."

"My goodness. How awful." Kei's aged mother quietly exclaimed. "You couldn't have waited until he was older?"

"We wish we could have," Fox replied "but with our son being a telepath, keeping such a thing from him was simply not an option, but his spirits were lifted when we told him that not all Cerinians were killed with their world's destruction."

Josephine gave Krystal a grandmotherly smile, "I do hope others made it too, Deary."

"Oh, we know there are." Krystal affirmed. "Have you heard of the CDF exploratory expeditions to neighboring star systems?" she asked the others sitting with them.

Dietrich nodded. "Yes. They've been at it for five years now, I think. You are hoping they will find survivors?"

Fox replied, "We know they will. It's only a matter of time. They found evidence near the Shards of Cerinia telling them which way the survivors fled."

Charles nodded. "That is correct. I heard it from General Hare himself." He indicated Fara. "My daughter also knew. This is not publicly known, but the search for the Cerinian survivors has become the primary mission over exploration." He placed his hands together contemplatively. "The destruction of their world and near genocide of their race is indirectly our responsibility. Andross came from our world, and we must do all we can to make amends for letting that monster escape and commit such an atrocity."

Dietrich sighed. "I just hope they don't hold it against us for allowing that blasted ape to blow up their world."

"We won't." Krystal affirmed. "We are also empaths as well as telepaths. Whenever I am out in public and meet people and the subject of my home world is brought up, I sense emotions of sadness, horror, and regret. I could never hold Cerinia's destruction against your people, and neither will others of my race who sense these same emotions."

Just then, Krystal felt another contraction. Having gone through the experience once before, Fox had gazed up at the wall chronometer each time the clenching sensation made itself known to him through their mental link. He glanced to his wife, "That's the fifth one. They're coming in like clockwork this time."

With a grunt, Krystal stood up and started to walk around slowly. Kei, being medically trained, and having presided over both the births of Marcus and of his twin children, carefully observed the pregnant vixen. Krystal sensed his eyes on her and nodded. "Yes, Kei. I've been feeling contractions. This is my fifth one in the last 25 minutes. I'm walking around to see if it's another false....Eeep!"

Fox also let out a gasp. "Nope. Her water just broke."

Charles immediately sprang into action. "I'll call my sister-in-law. Florence will be here in less than 30 minutes."

Kei stood up as well, "Let me change into my nurse's dress and I'll help you two upstairs."

Marcus sensed the emotions of nervous anticipation from his parents and came running. "Mama?"

"I'm okay Sweety. I just have to go for a bit. It's time for your sister to be born." Krystal assured her son.

"Remember what we told you, Marcus. You stay with your Aunt Fara, and when your sister is born, you can come upstairs and see her."

"Yes, Papa."

Fox and Krystal did not have to wait more than 5 minutes before Kei returned, wearing his nurse's uniform and pushing a wheel chair upon which Krystal gratefully sat. He looked to his cousin. "You think you can manage to walk, Fox?"

"Yeah," Fox gasped, feeling the echo of another contraction going through him. "It's not too far."

A short lift ride, and walk down past Phoenix Corp offices and Charles' master suite, and they found themselves in the private birthing room of the Phoenix family. Kei had just helped Krystal and Fox into the birthing bed when she felt another contraction. Eighteen minutes and three contractions later, Florence arrived. With Krystal's obstetrician and nursing assistant tending to their needs, the vixen settled in for the long birthing process with her husband at her side. It turned out to be thankfully much less long and arduous then the first time, taking only four hours instead of the marathon 21 hours it took to deliver Marcus.

Neither Krystal nor Fox were certain if the labor pains were actually less or if it was because they both knew what to expect, but the end result was that they were much less exhausted when little Ophelia made her entry into the world. Before the happy news even reached the second floor living room, the young pup was on his feet and pulling on Fara's hand. "Aunty! Baby sister Ophelia is here!"

"Are you sure, Honey?" Fara tentatively asked. Her question was answered when her husband walked in. "Everyone, I'm happy to announce the arrival of Ophelia McCloud."

"Seems like her big brother broke the news before you arrived to tell us." Charles observed.

"Yes, they asked me to bring him upstairs to meet his baby sister." Kei replied, picking up the little pup and carrying him, followed by the rest of the family. Inside the birthing room, all of them stood back respectfully after Marcus was put down on the bed at his parents' feet.

Seeing his mother and father, with their fur damp with sweat and looking exhausted, Marcus worriedly asked. "Mama, Papa, what's wrong?"

Krystal reached out to her son's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Nothing, Sweety. Mama's just tired from all the hard work she did. Come see your baby sister."

When Marcus crawled up between his mother and father, he beheld little Ophelia for the first time. The little vixen had deep blue fur, in a shade between that of his mother and grandmother Onisiku. "She's so tiny."

Fox sat up on the bed next to his wife and children. "You were tiny like that too when you were born, Marcus." He could see that his son was utterly taken in by the sight of his sister. "Would you like to hold her?"

Knowing that Ophelia would still be within the telepathic sphere of influence of their family unit, Krystal felt comfortable temporarily relinquishing physical contact with her new daughter. While Fox very carefully placed the newborn into her brother's arms, Krystal cautioned Marcus. "Just think quiet, happy thoughts...let her sense how much you love her..."

"Hold her like that, supporting her head." Fox added.

Holding his sister, Marcus for the first time in his life understood what tears of happiness meant. Sniffling, he whispered, "I can feel her, Mama. She's feeling happy when I think to her."

Ophelia then gave a wide yawn and nuzzled into her brothers chest. It was quickly apparent that the newborn was once again falling asleep. Fox gently relieved his son of his baby sister, placing her back onto the pillow between himself and his wife. He then nodded to the others who had hung back, "You can all come now, though I'm afraid none of you may hold Ophelia. She's a telepath like her mother and brother, and needs to be always in physical contact with us."

Charles, Fara, Dietrich, and Josephine each approached, offering congratulations and praise at how beautiful the newborn vixen was. At Fox's request, a small bed was also brought in and set up next to the birthing bed for Marcus to sleep on in order to fulfill his need to be near his mother, father, and sister.

*****

A few days later, Fox, Krystal, and Marcus returned to their home with the new addition to their family. Like Marcus, Ophelia was always in physical contact with either her mother or father for the first three months. The infant vixen's older brother though was not left wanting of his parent's love and affection. When Krystal was busy feeding her daughter, changing a diaper, or rocking her to sleep, Fox would spend time with his son. And except for breast feeding, Fox would just as often be taking care of Ophelia while Krystal devoted some of her maternal love to her growing son, which also included furthering his telepathic training.

Marcus himself insisted on taking an active role in raising his sister. When he was not playing with his toys or being with his friends, he'd take every opportunity offered him to hold the little vixen in his arms, rocking her to sleep, helping his parents bathe her, or doing whatever he could as her big brother.

Fox was amazed by his son' emotional maturity, beyond that of other children his age. He knew that part of it was their children's Cerinian upbringing within their home, one where nudity was the normal state of affairs. Marcus was very much accustomed to seeing his parents wearing nothing but their fur, and was always nude himself. Early on, he learned from his parents that clothing was worn only when they had guests or when they went on outings. Marcus had regularly seen his parents displaying affection for each other for as long as he could remember, and often sensed their emotions when they made love. He had even often seen his father's arousal for his mother and never thought it out of the ordinary.

It had taken some effort on Krystal's part to help her lover get over his inhibitions in the presence of his son. She still loved to fondle him under the table while they ate dinner, even with Marcus sitting across from them eating his food, much to Fox's initial embarrassment. She had to cajole him into reciprocating, taking his hand and firmly pressing it against her breast or crotch. Seeing his son completely unperturbed by his parents' overt sexual display was what convinced Fox that he had nothing to worry about. For Marcus, it simply was the way mamas and papas loved each other.

Fox came to realize that this tied in to the other aspect of his son's advanced emotional maturity. From his infancy, Marcus had been exposed to his parent's adult minds by virtue of his telepathy. It had accelerated his language skills, making the young fox pup loquacious from an early age, in both Lylatian and Cerinian. It also helped that he was being raised in a loving home by parents who cared for and loved him and who also loved each other. These were all positive emotions that he sensed in his parents through his empathic powers. So, just as his parents were sensitive to his feelings and his needs, he had grown to care about not only his new baby sister, but his mother and father, and how they felt.

Around the time Marcus was approaching his fifth birthday and Ophelia had her first birthday, the little pup started to notice that his father was needing something from his mother. Fox had earlier that morning come in from tending the greenhouse hydroponic garden, and after taking a shower, he had laid down in the living room to watch a children's show with his son, and had fallen asleep.

Though emotionally mature, Marcus still had that childish innocence that left him unable to understand exactly what his father needed. So he did the only thing that made sense to his young mind. He told his mother. Getting up from the sofa, he went to find his mother, who was at the moment just put Ophelia to bed in the nursery after her feeding. "Mama, I think Papa is..."

Krystal sensed her son struggling with a thought. "Yes, Makasu? What is it you are sensing from your Papa?"

"I think Papa needs a hug, Mama."

Krystal knelt down in front of her son and ruffled his head fur. "Awww. Then why don't you give your Papa a hug?"

To her surprise, Marcus shook his head. "He needs a hug from you, Mama."

"Then Mama will give your Papa a hug." Krystal stood up and ambled over to the living room, where she found Fox soundly asleep, already aware that he was dreaming. The dream though was indistinct, but she sensed emotions of longing from her soulmate. She immediately knew that these had to be the emotions Marcus sensed in his father.

She sat down on the sofa next to her sleeping husband and tenderly ran a hand over his forehead. Focusing her telepathy, she quickly plunged deep into is subconscious. After six years of marriage and being bonded mind, heart, and soul to her tod, it was a mindscape Krystal was intimately familiar with, just as he was familiar with hers. She effortlessly navigated to the deepest recesses of his subconscious, determined to know the source of his longing.

Krystal was both saddened and deeply touched at what she found. Fox, in his devotion to his wife and children, had for the last five years forgone his own personal needs and desires. He had been so intensely focused on giving all his love to her, Marcus, and now Ophelia that he had repressed himself without realizing it. She withdrew from his still sleeping mind and stood up. Marcus followed his mother with his eyes and mentally asked. "Is Papa going to be alright?"

Krystal knelt down and drew her son into her arms. "Yes, he'll be fine. Your Mama now knows what to do. Your Papa needs a very, very special kind of loving, one that she hasn't given him since before you were born." She then led him to the playroom where he selected his favorite toys. She also got him some new coloring books before leading him to the nursery, where he sat on his bed which was opposite the crib that now was his sister's. In it, little Ophelia was still sleeping soundly. Krystal then went to the kitchen and quickly prepared snacks and filled a sippy cup for her son and brought the whole lot back to the nursery.

"Okay Marcus. Mama is now going to take good care of your papa until dinner time. I want you to watch over your sister while she sleeps. If you don't see or sense where your mama and papa are, don't worry. It's because there is a very special secret room that I take your papa to when he needs that special loving." _ And Marcus gave it no further thought. All he understood was that his mother was going to make his father happy. _"Okay, Mama."

Knowing that Ophelia would sleep soundly until dinner time, and that Marcus was going to be there to watch over her, Krystal quietly slid the nursery door shut and went through the master bathroom to the large walk-in closet. Inside, at the very far back, were the special outfits that she and Fox wore for each other in roles they had not assumed for five years. She went through her selection and found the one suit she was looking for.

It had been the suit that she had meant to wear all those years ago, a suit that had been left waiting when her pregnancy had taken center stage in their lives. Then came parenthood and devotion to their growing family. Truly, neither she nor her lover had any regrets. The happiness and joy she felt from Fox at seeing his son, and now daughter grow, and the love he lavished upon them made it abundantly clear that he never regretted the reduced sexual activity with her. That was not to say that their love life was lacking. Their love-making in bed was as passionate and fulfilling as ever. But now that Marcus was becoming less dependent on his parents for everything, and also taking an active role in caring for his sister, it was high time for Krystal to once again fulfill her own deep desires and those of her lover.

Taking the suit from its hanger, she ran her fingers along the smooth, silky latex. Stepping through the neck opening, she pulled the suit up to her waist while at the same time guiding her tail through the short sleeve in the rear. She then pulled it up, pushing her arms through their sleeves until the latex rode up over her shoulders and closed around her neck.

Running her fingers along her figure and hefting her breasts, the vixen was immensely pleased to confirm that she had successfully maintained her slim, shapely figure, even after two pregnancies. A quick search through the closet located the matching knee boots, which she pulled on. She next slipped on the matching latex gloves. The vixen could already feel herself becoming wet under the erotic latex garment. She then pulled on a latex six-point harness that bisected her cleavage and went under her breasts, further supporting and accentuating them. Next came a latex open-face hood which had molded sleeves for her ears to stand erect in.

The hood had been a custom affair to ensure a snug, comfortable fit. Krystal had contacted Vanessa at Space Dynamics to obtain from the snow vixen the detailed scans of her head and that of her husband's. After removing all identifiers from the data, she had placed the custom hood order with a fetish clothing manufacturer under the assumed name of Travis Vulpes that she and fox had used for all their bondage gear to maintain their anonymity. The hood, along with the latex suit, boots, and gloves she was now wearing, had all been made to her measurements and been delivered to Travis' post office box where ROB-48 picked them up.

After tucking her hair comfortably under the snug-fitting head cover, she finished off with a thin latex collar to which she attached three straps from her harness: one on each side of her breasts and the third bisecting them through her cleavage.

Krystal walked back towards the entrance to the walk-in closet, but bypassed it, going instead through the secret door that had not been opened for five years. Walking down the spiral staircase, she found herself standing inside their home's secret dungeon and sighed upon seeing the thin layer of dust coating the furniture, bed, and cabinets. "ROB-32, please meet me at the swimming pool." Krystal called out while walking straight across to the closet whose second door opened up to the basement pool. A moment later, she saw the housekeeping android arrive. "Awaiting Orders, Missus McCloud."

"ROB, I want you to clean this room here of all dust accumulation so that it is ready in the next 15 minutes." Krystal commanded, indicating the room behind her through the closet. "Affirmative." the android replied and immediately set about its task when Krystal stepped aside to let it enter the dungeon. While it worked, Krystal retrieved Fox's orgasm-suppressing ring from the cabinet, did a quick check to confirm that it was still functioning, and walked back up the hidden spiral staircase. After exiting the hidden door, she made her way through the mansion to where Fox still lay slumbering.

Krystal was not surprised that he was already having an erotic dream, given that he was sensing her arousal through their telepathic bond. She however was not ready to let him climax yet. So she slipped on the orgasm-suppressing ring down around his growing erection, securing it around the base, behind his testicles. Knowing that Fox's emotions would be strong upon waking up, Krystal focused her telepathy to erect a mental barrier around herself and her slave, thereby ensuring that their children would not hear his thoughts. She then wrapped her latex-clad fingers around his erection and began to slowly masturbate her pet.

Fox slowly awoke from another wonderfully erotic dream that he was certain his soulmate was responsible for. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt her soft, slick fingers slowly stroking his maleness. With the cobwebs of slumber clearing from his mind came awareness of other sensations he was not expecting. When he took a deep breath through his nose, he was hit with the permeating scent of latex that overwhelmed all other scents around him.

His eyes slowly opened, and he beheld something that surpassed any possible erotic dream he could ever have. Before him stood Krystal in a very erotic version of her dark blue and purple flight suit from their Star Fox days, just as form-fitting, with the matching boots and gloves. The difference though was that it was all made of latex. She also wore a matching blue and purple hood that covered her head and ears, but left her face and muzzle visible. Over it all was a grey rubber harness and collar.

"Oh Spirits, Kurisutaru!"

"Ready to serve your mistress, Slave?"

Fox then and there was ready to prostrate himself in front of his vixen, but suddenly remembered that there was a major difference in their living situation since the last time he had submitted to her. "What about Marcus and Ophelia?"

He then saw her memory of her earlier conversation with their son while she thought to him, "And I have put up a telepathic barrier around our minds so that our children do not sense our emotions and thoughts."

When she sensed his relief, Krystal leaned forward, caressed his chin, and spoke in a firm voice. "So now, no more reading my thoughts, Slave. Don't even think to me."

Hearing her commanding tone sent his mind swooning. Filled with an overwhelming desire to do nothing more than obey his mistress, Fox turned his mental awareness away from their telepathic bond and became totally submissive. When she pressed her finger up under his chin and said, "On your feet now," he obediently stood up and followed her as she led him through their home to their walk-in closet.

Inside the closet, Krystal withdraw from a hanger in the back a solid black catsuit, knee-high toe socks, and elbow-length gloves. Seeing it, Fox recalled their discussion about trying latex fetish gear in the months before Marcus' birth. She had already gotten a wonderfully alluring latex nurse uniform and they had done a scene like the one she had done for him in a dream she had planted in his mind. Fox had really liked seeing the skin-tight rubber over his vixen and loved the tactile sensation of the material. So they had placed the custom order, but by the time the catsuits and accessories had been delivered, Krystal was too far into her pregnancy. Afterwards, they had completely forgotten about the latex left hanging in their closet as they devoted themselves to their children.

Fox was snapped out of his reminiscing when Krystal pushed the catsuit and accessories against his chest. Immediately understanding her wordless command, he sat down on a stool in the closet and pulled on the socks. The sensation of the smooth, slippery rubber sliding past the short hairs of his leg fur and the sensation of his toes being individually encapsulated all felt incredible. The gloves were themselves straightforward, but felt no less amazing. He then started slipping on the neck-entry catsuit. He worked himself in up to the waist while guiding his tail through the short, tight tail sleeve, and then pushed his arms through the snug-fitting sleeves until the collar portion of the rubber suit closed around his neck.

Except for his tail, Fox was now completely covered in black latex from the neck down. The skin-tight material made every contour and muscle in her husband's physique clearly defined. The rubber was also tucked tightly between his rump cheeks under his tail. The contours of his erect maleness, sheath, and jewels were an especially enticing sight to the vixen, and she could sense how deeply aroused he felt. "MMmm...Follow me, Slave."

Feelings of joy, longing, and excitement rushed through Fox when he saw Krystal open the hidden door to their personal dungeon. He closely followed his vixen down the tight spiral staircase to the room below. Once in the middle of their playroom, Krystal pointed down. "Kneel, Pet. Eyes down."

"Yes, my Love." Fox replied, dropping to his knees. Keeping his gaze fixed upon the floor, he listened to the sounds of his wife moving about, opening and closing the cabinet door, and rummaging through various drawers. When he saw her booted feet come back into his field of view, he gazed up and whined upon seeing what she held in her hands. The sounds coming from Fox's muzzle where not the plaintive utterance of fear, but of a deeply submissive slave who ached to wear what she had brought him.

Krystal carefully pulled the latex hood she had selected over his face while slipping her fingers under the rubber to tuck his ears backwards so that they lay comfortably flat against his skull. As she did so, Fox felt the hood's thick, built-in rubber ear plugs push into his ear canals. His head was soon engulfed in a cocoon of thick rubber as she drew the hood down to his neck. Extremely comfortable, this solid black hood that Krystal had commissioned, was like hers, made to measure using the data provided by Vanessa, and placed under the same assumed name of Travis Vulpes. Devoid of all connection to her or her husband, the manufacturer would never know that they had made a slave hood for Fox McCloud. Integrated around the neck of the hood was a red slave collar made of heavy rubber that she buckled behind his neck.

With the symbol of his servitude now locked securely about his neck, Fox gazed up at his loving mistress. The intense adoration from deep within the soul of her submissive slave sent butterflies fluttering through her belly. For as much as Fox dearly loved to submit so completely to his vixen, she was once again reminded how much she loved dominating him and cherished that absolute trust he had in her.

And in a reaffirmation of her love for him, Krystal knelt down in front of her soulmate and latched her muzzle to his, kissing him hungrily and forcefully. For a minute, emotions of passionate love washed across their telepathic bond, flooding into each other's souls. With the parting of their lips, Krystal slid a rubber muzzle over the snout of her slave.

Also made of heavy black latex, the slave hood's accompanying muzzle was reinforced by three red straps molded into its base, separated by rings. An additional strap was attached to each ring that would extend around each side and over the top of his head to buckle in the back. Within the muzzle, a built-in gag pushed past Fox's lips and filled his maw. The form-fitting rubber compressed his jaw shut and effectively silenced Fox while at the same time, short air tubes molded into the end of the muzzle pushed into his nostrils. Sitting passively, he waited while his mistress buckled the muzzle securely in place. Fox's head was now fully covered except for the circular holes around his eyes.

Krystal though was not done. She had him stand and fitted a red six-point rubber harness about his middle, and finished off by slipping around his wrists, arms, ankles, thighs, and the base of his tail a matching set of red rubber cuffs. Stepping back, the vixen took in the sight of her fully-outfitted slave, and murmured throatily to herself. "Oooh yeah. I've really outdone myself this time. Fox, you are in for some long-term servitude."

Fox felt incredible. The sense of total enclosure was all encompassing. He was amazed at how comfortable it all was, though it helped that the dungeon was kept at a very cool temperature. When his mistress sashayed towards him, his heart began to beat hard in his chest. Outfitted in her own latex, she was a fetish dream come true. He stood there waiting, watching her walk around him. As she went beyond his field of vision, he felt her hands glide over him, latex against latex, and then turn him around so that they were facing their lover's sling. Fox recalled the first time they had used it together. Made to support both of them, it was designed so that their love-making was propelled by the rocking motion of their bodies as they swung back and forth. Beyond the sling was a full-length mirror, where Fox saw himself in his gear for the first time as his mistress' rubber slave.

The sight of the two of them was as erotic as he felt, and became even more so when he saw her hands glide down to massage the outline of his erection and crotch through the rubber between his legs. While they gazed at their reflections, Fox reached up behind him to caress his latex vixen behind her hooded head. Even the tactile pressure of her head through the latex of his glove was a delightful sensation. While he huffed through the nose tubes of his muzzle, his other hand went down to cup her rump. They continued their bondage foreplay for several minutes with Krystal pressing herself against her slave from the back until both were breathing heavily. At that point, Fox's mistress decided to progress with the next step in her plan.

With a gentle nudge forward to climb into the sling, Fox rested his front on the support webbing. When he then felt her push his left knee forward, he drew it up under him, and Krystal clipped his knee cuff to both the left edge of the webbing and the D-rings on the side of his harness. He then immediately drew his other knee up for her to do the same. She then lifted his ankles, passed them through the sling's looping leg straps on each side of the webbing, and clipped his ankle cuffs to the loops. A firm tug of each strap, and his lower legs were pulled firmly against his thighs. Krystal then finished securing her slave in place by clipping his elbow cuffs to the belt portion of his harness and his wrist cuffs to his ankle cuffs.

Throughout it all, Fox watched their reflections in the mirror. He was amazed at how thorough and imaginative his mistress could be. His shoulders, chest, and belly were strapped down onto the sling's webbing, with his bound, folded legs hanging over the sides. And through it all, she manage to apply the right tension to his bindings to keep him comfortably supported.

Fox though had to let his head sag back down as the one part of his body that was not supported was his neck. He was not surprised then when she addressed that mild discomfort by fitting him with a posture collar over his hood's built-in slave collar, thereby giving his neck the needed support. Gazing up at his latex mistress, Fox smiled around his gag and wagged his tail when he saw the blindfold. He closed his eyes and sighed happily as she slid the padded eye cover under the forehead strap of his muzzle and buckled it in place behind his head.

Fox was now effectively deprived of four of his five senses. He was blind and deaf, could only taste the rubber of the gag in his mouth, and could smell nothing but rubber through his muzzle's nose tubes. He could only guess what was in store for him, and was happy beyond words to be in the predicament he was in, feeling completely safe and cared for. He relaxed passively even as he felt the tension of a strap being tightened between his tail cuff and posture collar, followed by the short zipper being pulled open over his crotch to let his erection hang free through the support webbing.

With her slave now tightly immobilized on the sling, Krystal walked over to the toy cabinet and withdrew from it the items she planned to use on him, placing the lot on the wheeled cart that was kept for such occasions. She rolled it back to where her latex pet waited and began setting up. To not keep Fox waiting, she began by coating his erection in a slick, long-lasting lubricant. She then coated the inside of the special milking tube she had selected.

Made specifically for canids, the base of the clear plastic tube widened into a sphere that was large enough to accommodate a knot. What was special about this particular milking tube was the electrically conductive rubber used for the liner and the tight-fitting knot sleeve. In the past year, Fox and Krystal had begun exploring erotic electrical stimulation and figuring out their limits. This though would be the first time she would use electricity on her slave in bondage play.

Krystal now connected the vacuum and fluid hoses and turned the pump on with a hand remote. A soft, shushing sound could be heard by the vixen, accompanied by a rhythmic flexing of the milking tube's liner. Seeing that the milker was ready, she brought the open end of the tube near to her slave's dangling erection. She smiled in satisfaction, and then moaned with her soulmate when both felt the milking tube being sucked up around his maleness and his knot quickly expand to its full girth.

It was a struggle for Krystal to continue preparations while experiencing her slave's pleasure through their bond, but she was determined to continue with her plans. Taking one of the two wires from the electrical stimulator, she plugged it into the receptacle at the base of the milking tube. She next picked up the double-ended dildo, which was also made of the same electrically conductive rubber, and coated both ends before affixing it to its harness. With shaking hands, she pulled open the short zipper over her crotch, stepped into the leg straps, and pulled the strap-on up to her waist, sliding the inner dildo into her sopping wet slit.

After cinching the strap-on dildo in place, she picked up the last item from the cart: a stainless steel butt plug. It was not often that Krystal played with anal toys or let Fox mount her anally. She much preferred vaginal pleasures. But there was no denying that she did enjoy having her back passage and nethers filled simultaneously. She carefully pulled open the short zipper under her tail. Even after squeezing a liberal amount of lubricant into her back passage and coating the metal anal toy with more lubricant, it took Krystal some effort to work the butt plug into her rear. It was all the more challenging because her latex gloves were just as slippery, but she managed to finally get the toy into her with a grunt.

From within his cocoon of rubber, Fox also grunted. Though completely isolated from the outside world that was his dungeon, he was not completely oblivious to what was going on around him by virtue of the telepathic bond he had with Krystal. As he had always done when he submitted to his vixen, Fox had turned his mind inwards, making it possible for her to tune out his perception of her thoughts and senses. So he had no idea of what she was thinking and could not see through her eyes or hear through her ears. She could not, would not, prevent him from feeling what she was feeling though.

Fox moaned around his gag when he felt the dildo push past her slit to fill her. Thoughts of being taken from behind began to fill his imagination. When he felt the sensation of the penetration echo in his rear, he had at first though Krystal was mounting him, but was confused because he had not felt the sling's webbing shift with her weight behind him. It was only upon feeling anal muscles clench down around a narrow base that he realized his mistress had inserted a butt plug into her own rear! His heart began to pound with excitement at the idea of being doubly penetrated.

Krystal's own heart began to beat hard in anticipation as well. With shaking fingers, she reached behind herself and plugged the second wire from the electrical stimulator into the base of the electric butt plug lodged into her rear passage. With all the preparations complete, Krystal joined her latex pet onto the sling's webbing and sat down behind his rump. She then pulled the crotch the short zipper up under his tail and squeezed a copious amount of lubricant into his rear passage.

Hearing her latex slave moan around his gag and utter a happy sigh through his nose when she finally mounted him made Krystal's heart swell with happiness. She also felt an emotional pleasure from so completely dominating her submissive husband, knowing that he was hers do play with however she pleased. These emotions all fed into the intense erotic pleasure from both dildos, the butt plug inside her, and the milking tube with its knot sleeve. Together, mistress and slave reveled in the shared, mutual pleasure that echoed back and forth through their mental link as Krystal started rocking the sling they were on. As the sling rocked forward, their bodies would press together, forcing the dildos deeper into them. And when she rocked them backwards, that same phallic toy connecting them would pull part way out.

So with little effort on her part, Krystal lay forward upon her bound rubber slave and made love to him by their rocking motion in the sling. Not having to focus on keeping her hips moving through the multiple pleasures going through her and her soulmate, the vixen could let herself be overwhelmed by her first of many orgasms while also feeling the exquisite sensation of the pulsing suction of the milking tube around his erection and knot combined with the feeling of both their back passages being penetrated by butt plug and dildo.

Krystal's breathless moans, whimpers, and cries of feminine pleasure were echoed by Fox as he experienced his first female orgasm of the afternoon. He groaned in frustration between his wife's climaxes, being repeatedly brought to the brink of his own peak, but unable to climax into the milking tube. It was all because of the orgasm-suppressing ring that would send small jolts through his crotch whenever he got near to his release.

Just when his pleasurable torment could not get more intense, Fox uttered a muffled scream of surprise when his maleness and knot were engulfed by a strong, tingling current that went through his prostate to the dildo inside his clenching rear passage. It did not end there though, because through their telepathic link, he felt that same current go through his vixen's vaginal walls to her own rear, which clenched down tightly around the electric butt plug inside her.

If not for the swinging motion of the sling, Krystal would not have been able to keep up the pace of her thrusts into her submissive lover. As it was, she clung to Fox and screamed so loudly through a second, even more intense climax that she heard her own muffled voice filter through his hood's ear plugs. Both squirmed under the pleasurable torment of the electrical current going through their joined erogenous zones until less than a minute later the current stopped when Krystal released the remote's switch, causing both the current and pulsing suction to stop.

Fox sighed blissfully in relief and enjoyed feeling his mistress' afterglow spreading through their lower regions. Soon though, the rocking motion resumed anew, along with the milker's rhythmic suction, and the shared erotic pleasures once again began to mount. Krystal's breathless cries of ecstasy joined Fox's muffled moans and whimpers within the walls of their dungeon. As before, it built up to a crescendo that brought Fox to the brink, and Krystal over her own peak. Within the confines of his rubber cocoon, Fox lost track of the passage of time or how many times he was brought frustratingly close to his peak while electricity pulsed through them between knot sleeve and butt plug.

Above and outside her slave's rubber prison, Krystal went limp atop his back and rump, and her heavy breathing slowed down while they recovered from another feminine climax. She could sense his mounting desperation for his sexual release, but was not ready yet to give it to him. When the vixen sat up and withdrew from her pet's rear passage, Fox whined despondently, but quieted upon feeling her love flow through him.

Krystal climbed off of the sling and turned off the milker's pump. She then retrieved from the cart a rubber ball spreader and crouched down underneath the sling where she could see Fox's maleness dangling through the webbing. With his knot still fully inflated, the milking tube was held in place and did not slide off due to the lack of suction. Below the base of the milking tube, Fox's engorged testicles sat, aching to empty their contents.

With the most delicate of care, Krystal slid the wide rubber ring around the base of his pouch to keep his jewels from pulling up against his body. She nonetheless winced upon feeling the 'blue balls' ache echo to her crotch through her bond with her soulmate, and knew it would be cruel to keep him from his release much longer. So she briefly disconnected the hoses from the milking tube just long enough to remove the orgasm suppressing ring.

Before his erection could soften, Krystal turned the pump back on with the remote and set the pulsing suction rhythm to a very slow pace. She then retrieved the last item from the cart next to the sling: a rubber smell bag connected to a gasmask made to fit over Fox's slave hood. She pulled the small mask over her pet's muzzle and made sure it made a tight seal with the rubber covering his snout, and connected the gasmask's straps to the rings at the base of his rubber muzzle. She then broke the stasis field on a small jar containing a special musky fluid, and poured the contents into the smell bag.

During her first estrus after Marcus was born, when she was at her most fertile but not ready to have another pup, she had begun the practice of frequently collecting her vaginal discharge each time she had pleasured herself to orgasm. The fluid, thick with her most potent pheromones, was kept in stasis so that she could use it on her husband later on, much to his great delight.

Within the confines of his hood, Fox uttered a muffled moan around his gag upon feeling that wonderful pulsing suction return. As sexually frustrated as he was, his loins still sang with unadulterated pleasure. He sighed happily and relaxed even further upon feeling her hands caress his head through the layers of latex separating them. He was distracted from his contentment though by the sensation of something being pulled over his muzzle, and began to suspect it was a gasmask when he felt the weight of the hose connected to it. He had no idea what his mistress had in mind, but knew that whatever it was, it could only enhance his experience in some wonderful way.

Fox was not disappointed when he took his next breath, and the scent of his vixen in heat exploded inside his muzzle. The intoxicating, musky odor, mingled with the strong scent of latex, sent the deeply aroused tod's mind into a frenzy. He loved that scent and took deep breaths, letting the pheromones have their effect on him. When he felt the sling shift under his vixen's weight and her hands on his rump, he knew she was going to resume mounting him.

The happy, heartfelt moan Krystal heard coming from her bound rubber slave when she penetrated him made her coo in delight. "Awww. Does my pet love being pegged?" she asked rhetorically, even knowing that he could not hear her. She watched him squirm and tug against his bindings and listened to the hollow sound of his breath rushing through the smell bag while the rocking motion of their sling continued to make her strap-on dildo slide in and out of his willing back passage.

The slow thrusting motion against his prostate and rhythmic suction of his aching maleness was not enough to push either of them to their peak. Fox could sense his vixen's growing need. She was edging herself in concert with him! But Fox had been denied his own release for what felt like hours, and was growing desperate. It took every ounce of will for him not to cry out mentally to her now. His mistress was pushing his limits like they had never been before.

Krystal sensed that he could not take much more teasing, and was determined to give her devoted slave the best, multiple orgasms she could give him. She gripped his hips firmly and began to pound him in long, strong strokes. Under her, Fox went limp, fully giving himself to what was to come. His mistress' empathy sensed such happiness and joy that it warmed her heart and she sent her love pouring into him. She could feel him getting close and slowed her thrusting pace, wanting to ease him over what she knew was probably this highest of precipices. Knowing that the plunge into the depths of sexual ecstasy would be the deepest that either had ever experienced, Krystal stopped undulating her hips, inflated the knots in the dildos within them, and leaned forward. The rubber mistress tightly gripped her rubber slave and held on as the sling's rocking motion sent them over the edge.

A confluence of joy, gratitude, relief, and love burst from within Fox as his latex-enclosed world was rocked by a titanic explosion of pleasure engulfing his loins and mind. An instant later, his mind was hit with a tidal wave of feminine pleasure quickly followed by a strong surge of current engulfing his throbbing maleness and knot. The electricity rushed through his prostate and her vaginal walls to the butt plug in her clenching rear. Fox howled around his gag and heard her scream through the rubber encapsulating his head and ears.

Their orgasms were beyond intense and prolonged, with one flowing into the next in the feedback loop across their telepathic bond. The delicious spasms engulfing his loins and her nethers were powerful, going to almost painful. Just as they were starting to become overly sensitive, another climax roiled through them. Neither knew exactly how many times they cycled between near painful pleasure and blissful ecstasy. Sometime after their fourth or fifth climaxes, Fox and Krystal lost consciousness. From Krystal's limp hand, the remote fell clattering to the floor underneath the sling. Without her grip on the switch, the current from the electro stimulator stopped and the pulsing suction from the milker ceased.

Above the dungeon, Marcus was sprawled on his bed in the nursery adding a dark blue sky to the spaceship drawing in his coloring book. He was distracted from his latest artistic endeavor by an overwhelming sense of joy and love emanating from somewhere below that was quickly accompanied by feelings of total exhaustion before his parent's minds faded into slumber. The curious child that he was, he went to find his mother and father. The little fox made his way down the central staircase, around the basement through the recreation room and across the exercise room to the short hallway that went by the steam sauna. He could sense that his parents were near and peaked inside the sauna, but it was cold, with no cloud of water vapor billowing out. He walked on through the door leading into the family swimming pool and walked along the wall.

His parents were not there either nor in the hot tub on the other side of the pool, but he could sense that they were near. Marcus noticed a door along the wall and walked back to it. This must be were his mother and father were, he thought to himself. He opened to door, but all he saw inside was a small closet with a few swimming pool cleaning supplies inside. The little tod started to get nervous and mentally called out. "Mama? Papa? Where are you?" He walked back along the wall to the main basement hallway, following the wall around the main staircase and tried the double doors behind the stairs, but they were locked. He could hear a humming sound behind them from the compact fusion reactor, but could only sense his parents somewhere behind the curving wall to his left. "Papa? Mama?"

Through the veil of a vague, but blissfully erotic dream, Krystal heard her son's mind reach out to her and awoke with a start in a brief panic of maternal protectiveness. "Marcus? Where are you? Are you alright?"

"MAMA! Where are you? I can't find you?" came the agitated but relieved mental cry.

Krystal reached out with her mind and immediately located her son in the main staircase, on the other side of the curved wall in the corner of the dungeon where she and her sleeping slave were. "Your Papa and I are still in our special secret room, Sweety. Go on back upstairs. I'll be up in a bit."

"Okay Mama." Came the happy mental reply, emotions of separation anxiety already forgotten.

Krystal gazed down at her slave, still out cold from total sexual exhaustion, and smiled. Though pleasantly tired, she was feeling herself beginning to recover from the multiple orgasms that had gone through her. After carefully pulling out of her husband's back passage, she pulled the zipper closed under his tail and got out of the sling. By now, the milking tube had fallen to the floor underneath him, with milky white semen dripping from the open end. The rest had been collected in a small collection jar.

She removed the jar from the collector, brought it to her lips, and threw it back, licking the inside of it clean. The taste, the texture, the smell, she loved it all, though she had to admit to herself that she preferred drinking it from the source. She squatted underneath her still bound lover and gazed up. His length had retreated back into its sheath. There would be no coaxing it back out. Fox was completely drained. With gentle fingers, she tucked him back and carefully pulled his crotch zipper closed.

Krystal got back up and took a moment to remove her strap-on dildos and butt plug. She then set about loosening her slave's bindings. Fox barely woke up when she helped him out of the sling, and almost immediately slipped back into a sated slumber after his mistress led him to lie down on the dungeon's central bed. She could sense that he was very comfortable, still fully covered in the form-fitting rubber. So Krystal only removed his posture collar and muzzle. She then kissed his liberated mouth, stood back up, and left him there to sleep. Still fully clad in latex, Krystal walked up the spiral stairs and out through the hidden door within her closet. She needed to check up on her children.

There would be many in Cornerian society who would be scandalized to find that a mother would appear in front of their young children in such a fetish outfit. Marcus though, being a telepath like his mother, had developed an emotional maturity beyond those of friends near his age, and yet maintained his innate innocence. It was why Krystal had no qualms about walking into the nursery wearing her full latex dominatrix outfit.

Marcus looked up from his hand-held computer game and saw his mother in the strange, shiny costume. "What are you wearing, Mama?"

"It's just a special play suit that I wear when your papa needs that special loving from your mama." Krystal thought back while sending a burst of motherly love to her son.

Marcus giggled and walked into his mother's waiting embrace. "You smell funny." he thought upon picking up the scent of the latex. He then stepped back and looked around, sensing his father nearby. "Where's Papa?"

"Your father is very tired and will probably be sleeping until dinner time." Krystal explained to her son. She gazed down into the crib and smiled upon seeing her sleeping daughter. Breast feeding Ophelia earlier that morning after spending all morning playing with her had left the little vixen sleepy enough to have a nap all morning. She could sense that her daughter would sleep for a few more hours until midafternoon.

After fixing Marcus a chicken sandwich, she went back down to the dungeon. Fox was still asleep, and Krystal was a bit fatigued herself from the solid hour of intense sexual activity. So she joined her rubber slave in bed and snuggled up to him, latex against latex, and drifted off to sleep.

It was a few hours later that Fox awoke, feeling pleasantly rested while at the same time becoming aware of the snug, skin-tight compressing sensation all over his body and the strong, erotic scent of rubber. He rolled over onto his back and stretched, arching his back luxuriously and heard his wife's greeting in his mind. "Good afternoon, Sexy."

Fox rolled over onto his side and faced Krystal who was lying in bed next to him. Seeing her still in her erotic, full-body rubber suit made his heart skip a beat. He looked down at himself, still covered in latex, and ran a gloved hand over his head, feeling the contours of the snug-fitting hood, and then understood why the entire room was so completely quiet. When his fingers brushed against his collar, he smiled to his vixen. Fox was delighted to realize that his mistress had not yet released him from his enslavement.

That brought a question to his mind though. Should he allow himself to read her mind or think to her? That thought though was quickly answered. "Yes, you may listen to my thoughts and think to me, Sweety." A quick scan of his vixen's memories answered all his questions as to what had transpired while he slept. He drew her into his arms and the two snuggled with their muzzles melded together in a slow, languid kiss. While his arousal was returning by virtue of the erotic sensations from their latex-clad bodies rubbing together, his ardor was muted because of the deep sense of sated fulfillment from having been so completely dominated and pleasured by his mistress.

After a short cuddle, Krystal and Fox rose from the bed and walked up the spiral stairway, exited through the hidden door, and walked out of the closet into the bathroom. Inside the shower, they removed their layers of rubber, taking off harnesses, collars, and cuffs, followed by their hoods, then boots, socks, and gloves, and finally worming out of their catsuits. Once they had washed the sweat from and dried their fur, and hung their latex gear up to dry, Fox and Krystal walked into the bedroom, once again naked as they always were in the privacy of their home.

Krystal though, had one item she intended for her soulmate to wear. Fox was sitting on the bed brushing his tail when his vixen walked up behind him. Just as he felt it go around his neck, he saw it through his wife's eyes: a black leather slave collar. He turned around and faced his mistress while reverently running his fingers along the leather encircling his neck.

"I know how much it means to you to be my slave, Fokkusu." And Krystal did when she sensed the strong emotions of joy bloom in her soulmate. She embraced him from behind and kissed the back of his ear. "Now, I don't want to be your mistress for every hour of the day and night. I do cherish our intimate moments as equals."

Fox smiled to himself and leaned back into his vixen's embrace._ "You're right. I do love you very much as my wife just as I do as my mistress."_

"And I love you as my husband too. But I want you to wear this collar from now on when it is just us in our home. Let it be a reminder that whenever you long to submit yourself to me, I'll happily love you as my slave."

"Thank you, Kurisutaru. And if ever you are in a dominant mood, I'll happily submit to you."

*****

Life went on in the McCloud household. Krystal's and Fox's love life became markedly more fulfilling. Sometimes, it would be a session of an hour or two in the dungeon. On other occasions, they would be in their role of mistress and slave for longer periods of time, even extending into a few days. On their seventh wedding anniversary, Fox spent a full week in sexual servitude, worshiping his loving mistress in absolute submission. And in between these sessions, they were a normal, loving, married couple devoted to each other and to their children.

Marcus' empathy quickly picked up on the positive change in his parent's emotions. This mysterious special loving that his mother gave to his father produced such strong positive feelings of affection between his parents that spilled over onto him and his sister. Almost every day, they went on outings as a family. Marcus loved going to the park with his parents. Often, his mother would tend to his sister in her pram while his father would play with him or watch him play with other children his age. The McClouds also started hosting parties for friends, making full use of the basement recreation areas and the swimming pool.

Partway through the summer, Marcus was in the playroom when he heard his father approach him. "Marcus, could you come upstairs with me?"

"Coming Papa." He acknowledged, immediately setting his toy spaceship aside. He followed his father up the main staircase to the upstairs landing. He had seldom ever been up here as there did not seem to be anything of interest to him on the upper floor of the family mansion. They were standing together in the upper living room. In Marcus' short life, he had never seen anybody use the media center on this level or even sit on any of the sofas or couches. The only activity he had ever seen coming from this upper floor was when they had guests staying in the two large bedrooms on each side of the upper living room.

His father now sat on one of the sofas and bade his son to join him. When Marcus did, Fox leaned back and had this faraway expression before he spoke. "I've had so many happy memories here."

"Of what, Papa?" Marcus asked with that natural youthful inquisitiveness.

In reply, Fox picked up his son and sat him on his lap facing him. He then leaned forward and rested his forehead against the telepathic pup's. "Take a look for yourself."

Upon probing into his father's mind, he saw memories of his youth. They were playing computer games on the media center. Young Fox McCloud was laughing and talking with his friends. Around him were a fluffy white spaniel girl, a bulldog pup, a girl rabbit, and a young frog. Given that his son was at the moment probing his memories, Fox readily sensed Marcus' astonished recognition. "That's right, Marcus. Those are your Aunt Fay, Uncle Bill, and Aunt Lucy when we were just a bit older than you are now. And the frog who you haven't met is my friend Slippy."

Mesmerized, Marcus probed further along into his father's memories, joining in the laughter and living the moment as if it was him. At one point, the vision changed. Fox McCloud got up and went to the hallway bathroom just around the corner to where they were sitting. After he relieved himself, he turned to the sink to wash his hands and looked up. Marcus gasped. There in the mirror, he saw his seven-year-old father's reflection through his eyes. Except for the fur being a reddish brown instead of blue, he could imagine that it was himself he was seeing in the mirror instead of his father.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, he turned and saw a smiling vixen with a tray full of sandwiches. Emotions of heartsick sadness, longing, love, and melancholy gripped him. Marcus was uncertain if the feelings were his or his father's, but he recognized the vixen. It was his grandmother, Vixy. They were joined moments later by a tod who walked up to Vixy and kissed her, having just come home from a mission. Marcus immediately knew that this vulpine, who looked so much like his father did now, was his grandfather James.

The memories suddenly vanished when Fox pulled his head away from his son's. Father and son gazed at each other, both reached up and wiped the tears from their eyes. "Papa..."

"Yes, Marcus. This house belonged to your grandfather James and grandmother Vixy. The bedroom where your mother and I sleep now was their bedroom when I was a little pup." Fox waved to the furniture and media center around them._ "And as you get older and have more friends over, you can play upstairs here with them like I did when I was a little."_ When Fox then stood up, Marcus followed, walking with his father to the upstairs hallway that was parallel to the front of the house. Looking towards their left, past the bathroom door he walked through in his vision from his father's memories, was the short hallway leading to the straight stairs that went down to the main living room below.

Marcus had naturally explored this floor once when he was finally old enough to climb stairs. He knew of the big bedroom through the double doors on the left and the two empty rooms on the right. He also was aware of the other large bedroom on the other side of the floor. "Do you know what these rooms are for, Marcus?" he heard his father mentally ask.

"Yes Papa. It's for when we have company visit us."

"Yes, the big bedrooms are for that." He affirmed. He then asked. "Do you know what the other rooms facing the front of the house are?"

"No Papa. I looked into some, and they were all empty." He walked with his father and watched as he opened the double doors to the two rooms on that side of their home.

"Yes. Sadly, they are empty. You see Marcus, when your grandparents had me, they wanted to give me lots of brothers and sisters, but they died before that could happen. These would have been their bedrooms."

"Was one of them your bedroom?"

Fox smiled down to his son and turned around, heading towards the opposite end of the house with Marcus in tow. "I'm guessing you did not look into all the bedrooms on this side." He opened the first set of double doors on the left, which led into another bedroom devoid of furniture. Fox then walked to the last bedroom on the left and paused. "When I was your age, Marcus, this was my bedroom."

When his father opened the door, Marcus gazed inside and his jaw dropped. Like the room at the far opposite end of the front hallway, it had a bay window with a view out the front corner of the house. But this bedroom was fully furnished. On the dresser kept immaculately clean by the housekeeping droids were models of various other spacecraft. Posters of Cornerian military ships adorned one wall. The bed was neatly made, with a colorful comforter decorated in images of stars and planets.

Fox walked in and sat on his old bed. Marcus followed and sat on the bed next to his father. "So what do you think?" he heard his father ask him out loud.

"It's so big, Papa? Was this whole room yours?"

"It sure was. Do you like it?"

When his son nodded, Fox sprung his surprise. "Then it's yours."

Marcus suddenly became nervous, unsure of himself. "But, I'll be all by myself here."

Fox ruffled his son's head fur. "Of course not. You can sense your mother downstairs. Right?"

The little telepathic fox closed his eyes and reached out with his mind, and could tell immediately that his mother was preparing baby food for his sister. He then felt her mind connect to his. "You are never truly alone, Makasu. Even if your father, sister, and I were in the basement garage, we'd be able to sense each other."

"Your mother and I could sense how you were feeling cramped in the nursery, with no room for your toys, clothes, books, and games." Fox waved to their surrounds. "You'll have much more room in here to play and can decorate this room how you like with your own posters, drawings, and toys." Fox stood up and walked to his old closet. When he opened it, he saw inside several shelves with clothing, toys, and games. "These were my things. They are yours now too."

Marcus was overawed. His father's old room, all his things, all his toys, it was as if he was getting presents for all his previous birthdays that he could remember. His initial reluctance quickly dissolved into a childish exuberance at the thought of having his own room. Over the next hour, Fox helped his son move out of the nursery and into his bedroom. Krystal even gifted her son with a meditation mat that was set up in the bay window. Marcus then looked down the hallway at the doors leading to the empty bedrooms and gazed up at his father.

Fox nodded knowingly to his son. "That's right. When Ophelia is old enough, that bedroom at the far end will he hers. And the other rooms will belong to brothers and sisters your mother and I will give you later on." He patted his son on the head and left him to sort out how to decorate his bedroom. With a bounce in his step, he made his way back downstairs and entered their private study.

Gazing across the divider to the nursery, he could see that with Marcus' old bed now gone, the area was much more spacious. Ophelia was gurgling and cooing in her playpen, gnawing on a teething ring. In the basement, Krystal was exercising, going through her staff forms. Thoughts of the other empty bedrooms upstairs led Fox to think of more children. "So when do you think we should have another pup, Kurisutaru?"

_"I'd be up for getting pregnant right now. So how about during my next heat cycle? That way, Ophelia will be two and Marcus six when our third pup is born."_He heard his vixen think back, making his heart flutter at the thought of being blessed with more children. At the rate they were going, all four bedrooms upstairs would be occupied by their offspring before Marcus reached adolescence.

With these happy thoughts in mind, Fox sat at his computer station and went through the day's electronic messages and general bookkeeping. He was halfway done when an urgent message appeared. It was a pre-recorded message from Bill Grey. Activating it, he saw the holo image of his friend take form. The time stamp and origin indicated that it had been sent just an hour ago by high gain transmitter through an open wormhole gate to CDF Headquarters and forwarded to him. Fox's eyes widened when he saw that the message had been sent with a high military priority directly from the bridge of the CDF carrier Dauntless, 12 lightyears away.

Bill's recorded holographic image came to life. His friend paused and licked his lips. There was an expression of haunted disbelief in his eyes. He took a deep breath and exhaled, and with his next words, Fox and his wife knew why Bill looked so overwhelmed. "Krystal........We found them..... Contact Peppy for details."