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The battle had been too easy. Only one battleship and a single flight of fighters had stood in the way. Sargasso Space Hideout itself was empty, scans showed only a single life form onboard. The Arwing entered the docking tunnel and slowly turned on it's repulsors to face outward. The canopy lifted and down leapt the gold-furred vulpine, Fox McCloud. Dressed in his green flight suit and tan vest, the fox was still very free to move, unencumbered by bulky equipment a less-funded pilot might wear. His combat boots struck the magnetized deck plate and artificial gravity took hold. He lifted his blaster, peering around as he sprinted towards a nearby stack of crates.

Peering around, he saw no one, not a single member of Star Wolf or their poorly funded defenders. "It's to quiet..." he said to no one in particular. He had come to the hideout alone after receiving a distress call from his beloved Krystal. She apparently had been able to hack the station's computer and send an audio message to his Arwing.

But where could she be? This station was huge and she could be anywhere! The fighter's scanners had picked her up somewhere on the second level in what appeared to be a detention area. He dashed away from cover and around corners, scanning his surroundings with his blaster all the while, but he encountered no resistance.

Not even when he came to the cell, the only one indicated as occupied by a green light above the door. He looked down either direction of the corridor for threats but when he found none, he reached up and slammed his palm against the hatch release. It squealed open and he stepped in, gasping at what he found.

There in a corner was his beloved Krystal curled into a ball, dressed in her scant tribal attire. Why was she wearing that, he wondered to himself. It was made apparent quickly as she sat up, revealing to him her big, round tummy. "Fox! You came!" she exclaimed.

Rushing to her side, Fox slung his blaster over his shoulder to the holster-sheathe-hybrid on his back. "Krystal! It's ok, I'm gonna get you out of here and back home."

"Cant let you do that, Star Fox!" was the last thing he heard as he felt a sharp prick on the back of his neck and his world went black.

When he awoke, he was in the cell he had found Krystal in, except he was standing up... sort of... suspended by some sort of force field. He was in the center of the room facing the wall opposite the door and there, leaning against it, was Krystal, smiling at his naked form.

Where were his clothes!? He struggled for a moment against the invisible bonds holding him in place, but he couldn't budge his ankles or wrists! His tail thrashed behind him as he looked pleadingly at the vixen before him stroking her bulging belly.

"Krystal, what's going on here?" he asked, his struggles dying away as she pushed off the wall and took a step towards him, but came no closer than that.

"I called you here... and you came... I missed you so much." Her hands moved away from her tummy, up to each of her bracers, which she removed slowly and let fall to the ground. Then her pauldrons and decorated collar. She reached carefully behind herself and unclasped the metal holding her top tightly against her fur. Her swollen breast sprang back to its more comfortable shape, pushing the fabric away from her body to fall to the deck.

She gently cupped her laden breast in her palms, squeezing them together for a moment before she let her hands slowly glide down away from her chest and over her belly to her bottom, which she too unclasped and let fall to the floor, leaving her utterly naked. Fox noticed her sandals were absent the outfit, but was unsure as to why.

"What are you doing?" he asked her, though was unable to hide the peeking arousal her striptease had stirred in him. The red tip of his penis was protruding slightly form his thick sheathe, inching out very slowly as she approached and leaned forward to kiss him gently upon the lips. Even as she did so, he felt his invisible bonds vanish.

Krystal stepped away from him and smiled, tilting her head. "Getting you ready." She whispered at the same instant Fox felt strong hands grab him and turn him away, slamming him chest-first against a nearby wall.

A familiar voice laughed and a strong male scent he recognized filled his nostrils. "I didn't think you'd actually come, pup. This is definitely one of the times you should have thought things through instead of acting on impulse." Wolf O'donnell said, then chuckled again. "I hope you like what I've done to your girlfriend. We're really unsure whose pup she's carrying. Maybe one from each of us."

Fox opened his mouth to fire back some threat of revenge, some promise of retribution, but he felt a hand between his legs gently stroking his inner thighs, then another gently squeezing and caressing his furry testicles. He blinked lightly in surprise and tried to turn his head to look. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Krystal kneeling beside him, a smile curling the edges of her muzzle as she gently played with his manhood. "Krystal!" he exclaimed in bewilderment.

"She's a playful little bitch isn't she? Oh, that's right, you wouldn't know. You never got the chance, did you? Or did you have plenty of chances you missed out on? She was a virgin when we made her out bitch." Wolf explained smugly. "She told me all about how often she gave herself to you, and how often you turned her away... It's kind of tragic. One fox's loss is another wolf's gain, though."

Fox blinked, his eyes widening in shock and fear as he felt something hot and hard pressing up under his tail, pushing insistently against his puckered tailhole. "No! Don't!"

"It's not so bad, Fox. It feels wonderful, being filled so much..." he heard Krystal saying beside him. "He gave me this..." He felt her pressing herself against one of his legs and felt her tummy pressed gently against his thigh. He swore he felt a faint movement before the only thing he felt was agonizing pain. Wolf had begun to push his hot canine cock into his virgin tailhole. The pain was diminished only slightly as a furry hand caressed his sheathe and testicles. The nimble digits glided over his cocksheathe and full balls, caressing and touching each in turn as the large, hot cock in his tailhole forced it's way into him again and again.

As his cock grew to full arousal the hand on his groin focused it's attention there, stroking the hard length from tip to balls. That was his saving grace, the more that his length was touched and stroked, the more it helped him to relax and allowed the invading wolf-dick easier access to his virgin body.

It seemed Krystal was enjoying what she was doing to him. He heard her moaning and gasping somewhere behind him. She enjoyed stroking his dick? That made Fox feel a little better. Turning his head to look, what he found was not the blue fox kneeling beside him stroking him off, but something completely different. In the middle of the holding cell, the black feline pilot Panther Caroso laid on his back, naked as he was pressed against the wall. Straddling his hips was the blue fox. She gasped and moaned, a long, barbed cock clearly visible pushing into her pussy over and over.

That wasn't even the half of it! On her hands and knees over Panther, Krystal held her tail off to the side and rocked back against a second dick imbedded in her tailhole, this one of course belonging to Leon Powalski, the green-scaled lizard pilot. He reached around the blue fox, one hand cupping and squeezing one of her laden breast while the other rested against the great swell of her giant tummy. The males were more or less silent, only gasping and breathing heavily as they double-teamed their apparent 'captive'.

Fox gasped at what he saw, realizing the only conclusion was that the hand stroking his cock belonged to his rapist. Wolf's hand was pistonning against his length in the same rhythm his cock pushed into his once virgin ass. Fox opened his mouth to protest but the only thing that came from his muzzle was a deep moan, laced with pain but dominated by a pleasure that was slowly overtaking his body.

"Finally learning your place, eh pup?" Wolf taunted. His hand fell away from Fox's hot, red cock and instead rested against his hip opposite his other hand. Gripping Fox tightly, he began to thrust all the harder into him, slamming his hips against the younger canine's ass with increasing speed until finally, he forced himself completely into the puckered tailhole squeezing him and held himself there long enough for this knot to swell to painful proportions.

Fox gasped and cried out loudly as he was stretched to his limits, his claws raking against the wall as he writhed in near agony. Suddenly the wall fell away from him, as did the ground. He found himself lifted up, balanced precariously on Wolf's knot and turned to face the woman he cared for and the other members of Star Wolf.

Panther and Leon had removed themselves from Krystal's swollen body and were standing aside, watching as Wolf moved forward. He turned himself around and carefully laid himself down upon his back so Fox was laying, still impaled and stuck on his cock, against his chest, his own red cock throbbing in the cool station air. Wolf looped an arm around under Fox's own arms to hold him steady while his free hand once again started stroking at his arousal. "You're here for our pleasure, pup. From this day forward, that's your only purpose."

As if that was her cue, Krystal carefully sat up and crawled over to the males, her tailhole and feminine slit oozing the white seed of the other males. She grinned at Fox, her hands curling in his belly fur for a moment before she leaned down to kiss him upon the lips deeply. "I've been looking forward to having you inside me since we met, Fox." She whispered in a sultry voice, then turned and straddled both males, allowing Wolf to guide Fox's exposed cock into her dripping sex.

She lowered herself down flush against Fox's groin with little complaint. Once she had hilted him inside of her she cocked an amused brow and let her hands gently caress her gravid tummy. "That's a little disappointing..." she said to no one in particular, starting to slowly raise herself up and let herself down again in a slow, gentle motion.

Beneath her, Wolf gave a chuckle and raised his suddenly free hand to grope at her milk-laden breast. "You're still to used to me, but small or not, he'll be here for your enjoyment when the three of us are away." He said, then gave a short laugh. "Not to mention, someone his size will be useful to wean any daughters you bare into this sort of lifestyle."

Fox was to consumed by the pain and the pleasure whirling inside of him. The tempest of emotion and sensation was to much to allow any comprehension of their words. He growled and moaned and grit his teeth in the combination of sensations as Wolf rocked his hips as best as he could on the bottom, and Krystal rode him like a galloping horse on top. The sight of Krystal's swollen body stretched over his length, struggling to take his knot was to much. Especially when all of a sudden she forced herself down hard over his knot, taking him entirely into her body for the first time.

He howled loudly as his entire body tensed. Rhythmically, his whole form seemed to pulse and quake, both pumping into Krystal's already full body his hot seed and milking the knotted cock buried in his own. The rhythmic milking his body managed coaxed the wolf beneath him into an even more powerful orgasm. Fox howled in mild pain as his belly slightly, but still visibly, gave a slight swell with the sheer amount of cum being pumped into his bowels.

Fluid gushed over his own cock buried in the blue vixen on top of him, even leaking around his knot in copious amounts. Krystal gasped loudly, her hands curling in the white fur over her round belly and clamped her eyes shut.

"Heh, so the pup made you cum, did he?" Fox heard Wolf ask below him.

Slowly Krystal shook her head and groaned lightly. "That wasn't an orgasm..."