Tension
Tension
Gene rarely slept any more, lying in the hospital bed staring at the ceiling, literally spitting distance from his enemy.
Resh had yet to wake, and every night when no one was around Gene would stare intently at him. Krystal could not do anything to take her mind off of Resh despite her best efforts. Finally she begged Fatal Tragedy and Fox to move him back to his room before something bad happened. The dragon was all for the idea, and Fox condescended but Peppy would have nothing of it. He believed that Gene still had too much nerve damage to recover. While his legs and arms were functional, his legs were still weak from his injuries.
After another day of almost complete silence towards her, Krystal finally took action. Peppy did not like people in his room, because of its meticulous organization; he believed people would upset it. Fatal Tragedy and Fox walked the whole way to his door trying to persuade her not to go in. She completely ignored them and walked into the room the door closing behind her leaving the two friends standing wide eyed.
They stood a few moments and both silently prayed that it did not go bad. The doors were sound proof and it had them on edge with no noise. Finally they heard a massive thump, and looked at each other mouths open. Whatever that was had to have been loud to get through door.
They both argued for a few minutes whether to go in or not when the door opened suddenly. Krystal walked out and patted some of her arm fur down and looked at them smiling. "Move him in about an hour." She walked off towards the hospital wing. They both looked at each other a moment in surprise and watched her walk away. Finally they turned to look at the room that was once so neat and organized. Peppy sat on the only remaining chair wide eyed, everything in his room a massive mess. The huge bookcase that had once been his pride and joy lay in pieces in the middle of the room. The two friends looked at each other a moment then swiftly walked away. Fox whispered to the dragon as they started down the corridor "remind me never to piss her off..."
Gene rolled over as the door hissed open and watched as Krystal walked in yet again. She smiled warmly at him and walked over rubbing his shoulder. "Ready to go?" He nodded mechanically and stood up shakily. They walked to the door as she took the lead. Gene stood in the doorway a moment and looked back at Resh. "C'mon Gene... lets go..." He shook his head and followed her walking steadily to his room.
She opened the door and smiled as Gene slowly shuffled in, a tired smile on his own face. "Is it better being in here than the ward?" He nodded warmly at her and lay down on the bed.
"This maybe the first time I get a decent sleep..." he had just finished the sentence and he was already out.
Krystal giggled a little but didn't bother him. He needed the sleep, she walked out and the door hissed shut behind her silently. Fatal Tragedy was walking down the corridor and noticed Krystal walking out of the room smiling. "Gene, are you feeling better?"
Krystal looked over at him and her smile brightened even more. "He's sleeping... the first time since he woke up."
The dragon smiled and nodded. "Wanna go get a drink or something?" She nodded and smiled back. They walked to his room, by this point it was becoming something of a legend. It seemed to the crew and any who had been on board, he had every possible spice known to intelligence, and some that no one had seen before. To top it off, he seemed to have a limitless supply of each kind.
He pushed open the door and walked in pulling a chair out for her. "Any kind of drink you would prefer?" She looked around interested. The one time she had been here had been, interesting.
"Oh whatever is handy." She said smiling. He nodded and popped open the fridge rummaging around for a few moments.
"This stuff is good with some vanilla." He stood up holding some sort of clear liquid that sloshed around in a jug. He walked over and poured a couple of glasses and put a few drops of vanilla in each. He walked back and placed the cup in front of Krystal and sat down across from her with a thump. He slurped it up with obvious pleasure, "hmmm... just right... go ahead! It's not poisoned." He said with a chuckle. She shrugged and took a taste of the liquid, immediately entranced by it, a blend of sweet, and tang with the vanilla helping the taste only further itself.
She soon had the contents of the glass downed. "That was very good Fatal where did you learn all this stuff about cooking and food?"
He shrugged and smiled. "You pick stuff up when you float around the galaxy with a lot of time on your hands you also test a lot of stuff out." She nodded smiling. She had once believed herself to be a decent cook, but after a few rather nasty tasting meals she produced, she lost her interest in anything exquisite, making only simple dishes for herself.
"So how often do you test out these new dishes?" she said smiling.
He shrugged. "Oh whenever the mood hits me." Krystal nodded her understanding. She went to stand but groaned a little rubbing her back. The dragon looked at her and stood also, concerned. "Hey are you alright?"
Krystal waved him off "yeah, yeah I'm fine, just my back hurts a bit from standing a lot lately..." He swiftly moved behind her and started to rub her shoulders, forcing her back into the chair.
She moaned at the pressure that was pressed against her shoulders. "Oh... that feels good..." she hummed in pleasure.
He continued to rub feeling the resistance of knotted muscles. "Lots of tension back here... you've been under way to much stress Krystal... Gene will be fine, he's just shook up that's all..."
She relaxed and groaned a little, enjoying the back rub. "Fatal... what kind of mood are you in right now?"
He smiled still rubbing her shoulders. "I'm all for a new dish... but I don't know if the ingredient's are ready..." he gave a little lick over the back of her neck.
She shivered a little and snuggled back into him. "Well I think this ingredient is all ready..." She purred sexily to him, turning her head to kiss his cheek.
He grinned and stoked her sides with affection and nuzzled the base of her neck. "Anything goes?"
Krystal pushed herself against him and turned her head to look at him. "I'm all yours." She said with a little lick of her own against his cheek. He smiled snuggled into her before he picked her up and carried her over to the counter, and set her there, before he disappeared around a corner.
Krystal sat there grinning broadly, as she slipped her clothes off, tossing them onto his bed before she curled her legs against her chest, letting her breasts sit on top of them, her sex a little exposed. She wanted to have as much fun as she could with this.
She grinned as the dragon turned the corner holding a pan, looking up at her with wide eye's before he grinned and moved over to her. "hmmmm... you may be much better than I anticipated." He said as he padded over sniffing the air in obvious enjoyment.
Krystal giggled as he got close and started to sniff over her breasts, his tongue darting out to taste them, before he moved upwards sniffing the whole way, his hot breath washing over her face.
Fatal moaned with the licks, her taste undeniably one of the best he had ever had. He smiled as he reached into the pan and pulled some rope out, and looked at Krystal with an evil grin, but winked at her. She looked at him in mock horror and curled up tighter, making his job extremely easy. He stepped forward and wrapped the rope around her tightly, making her almost totally immobile.
She squirmed a little making sure the rope was tight enough, and nodded with satisfaction, before she was picked up and placed into the pan, her head popped up over the edge of it, her rump high in the air.
Fatal looked at her position and smiled broadly, stripping his pants off and standing over her completely naked. He picked the pan up off of the counter and moved her over to the table setting her back down, her sex now perfectly positioned for him.
He grinned and held onto her hips as he thrust forward, his cock penetrating her pussy with ease. She yelped in surprise, before she started to moan, enjoying the dragon's cock deep inside of her. He bent overtop of her thrusting away in deep pleasure, and started to lick the base of her neck, enjoying the taste of the vixen that was helpless to stop him. Krystal on the other hand enjoyed the feeling of powerlessness against him and let him have his way with her.
He thrust forward with a more powerful purpose, and with a grunt shoved himself in as far as he could. Krystal yelped, and laid her head against the pans' side, completely spent as her orgasm overtook her and the feeling of the dragon's seed being forced deep into her.
Fatal stood panting admiring her body before he picked up the pan and moved towards the oven. Krystal groaned a little as she was shoved into the oven, and it was turned on, the wave of heat hitting her making her squirm a little in discomfort.
He watched with amusement as she squirmed a little, sweat starting to pour off of her from the heat. She on the other hand was panting from the heat, as she quickly found herself in her own fluids, the sweat accumulating in the pan.
The dragon could smell her musk wafting through and decided she was finally finished opening the oven door. Krystal shivered as room temperature rushed in, she was now used to the extremely high temperature.
He held the pan out sniffing at her, believing the scent to be nothing short of heavenly. He walked to the table and slid her out of the pan, onto a platter, where she curled up looking at him, totally submissive.
Smiling he picked her up and held her, giving her one last sniff, and then stuffing her head into his mouth. Her hummed around her head, the taste was incredible, and he savoured every moment of it, slowly working his mouth over her.
She moaned and squirmed in pleasure as he slurped his tongue over her head, before slowly moving to her chest. There he gave a slurp over her chest before he took his first gulp, shoving her head into his warm, slimy throat.
The dragon turned his head upwards moving his hands to steady her waist as she slowly sank further into his throat, soon reaching her waist before with another gulp he forced it into his throat.
Krystal giggled as he lapped at her knees and his tongue began to snake out wrapping around one of her legs, and lapping at her foot. She felt the tongue start to pull her into the throat, and she felt the warmth of his mouth closing around her toes.
He gave a few last slurps before he gulped, forcing the rest of her into his throat, and down into his already bulging stomach. She found herself curling up in his stomach as it jiggled around a little, while he stepped over to his bed and flopped onto it.
He patted his stomach and smiled tiredly at it. "hmm... you tasted...phenomenal..." Krystal giggled a little and rubbed her hand over the slimy stomach wall.
"I bet I did... we must do it again sometime." The dragon nodded tiredly setting his head onto his pillow and sinking into sleep...
Gene grumbled turning over to get a more comfortable position he dreamed, or at least he thought he did, he was never to sure when he looked back on the moment. He was either dreaming or he was in a twilight between sleep and awake. This particular dream was a very strange one indeed, something stood in his vision, but he couldn't tell what it was his vision was too fuzzy, but he could pick out sudden flashes of colour here and there, or what seemed to be the figure leaning down to rub his shoulder, soon after this vision clouded completely and a fell into the deep abyss of total sleep again.
Copyright crap. Krystal, Fox, Peppy, Great Fox, all belong to Nintendo
FT belongs to Fatal Tragedy 2k4, Gene belongs to ME the Absorbentgene
I would like to Thank Jeaden Felandarin. He has started to help me edit my stories... and i see a definite improvement here...
Inspirational note of the day! To accept total defeat is to accept total hopelessness, never let this happen.