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"You're looking as marvelous as ever, little vixen," a rich, deep voice said from behind.

Krystal had to force herself not to roll her eyes and let out a sigh, her fingers flexing slightly as she lowered her data tablet. She steeled herself for what she knew would come next, pursing her lips as the powerful feline's tail slid around her waist, his paws reaching down to caressed her thighs. Heat started to flare in her chest and neck as her emotions began to heighten; but they were far from positive, disgust and anger welling up within as Panther Caroso leaned against her and nuzzled into her shoulder.

She had hoped that minding her work and taking diagnostics readings of their ships would be enough to keep her out of range of the feline, and as she was certain he wasn't going to do it (despite it being his turn) she had taken it on herself to make sure the job got done. With no dedicated mechanic or repair droid to monitor their ships, it took expensive repair team on Sargasso Station to ensure their Wolfen fighters (or her modified Cloudrunner Arwing) were in top shape. At times, she found herself missing Slippy; he would have analyzed each ship and had it repaired in a quarter of the time by himself, and since he was (last she had heard) married to a good woman, he wouldn't have been groping or flirting with the vixen every time, either.

"What is it you want this time, Panther?" she managed to say as evenly as possible. "Wolf needs these pre-flight checks done before we launch tomorrow morning- or before most of us launch, anyway," she amended herself, remembering she and Panther were sitting the next mission out.

"Do I need permission from him to spend time with my very special lady?" the ebony feline purred, pressing himself against her back.

"No, but you do need permission from me to put your hands on me," the blue vixen said through grit teeth. "Don't you have any work to do right now?"

"Already finished my chores, little vixen," Panther beamed. "And all things considered I've the right to feel your body- I did pay for the augmentations." As if to make his point, he slid his paws up her body and lifted her large, plush tits, currently kept in check by her form-fitting flightsuit. Where once they'd been a modest and cute c-cup, they had been augmented genetically to the size of massive F's, a subtle jiggle in her bust as she straightened up and stiffened from the physical contact. Her lower torso had also gone under moderate augmentation, her formerly narrow hips now pleasantly thicker, giving the vixen a full hourglass figure that had caused most males on Sargasso to turn their heads as she passed.

It was something she rather enjoyed- when it was anybody but Panther.

"I only got these augmentations because you told me it was the only way Wolf would let me join!" she growled, balling her fists.

"Do you not like them?" Panther asked pointedly.

"Well yes, but-- wait, that's besides the point!" Krystal asserted, brushing the feline's paws off her bust. "He told me it was your idea, that he was going to let me in anyway!"

"My little vixen, they were essential for morale," Panther chuckled, grabbing around her waist. "Do you know how droll it is having only Wolf and Leon to look at? I know Wolf has stared at you a few times since your 'enhancement.'"

"Wolf actually respects me as a pilot!" she hissed, turning around and pushing him back a step. "It's been three months since I joined and there hasn't been a full day where you haven't put your paws on me! If I'm that sexy to you, why don't you use them to jack off once in a while and give my body a break?"

"I'm hoping you'll get the hint- that I want you," he replied, a deep, yearning growl rumbling pleasantly in his chest.

She moved to speak but found herself stopping short when she realized the feline had unzipped his gear halfway down his body, exposing his strong, trained chest and abs. Her heart skipped a beat upon seeing him baring himself for once, having never seen him naked since she had joined- she made it a point to avoid him where she could, showering when she knew he was asleep (or when Wolf was around, as the lupine commander had never made a move on her). But as attractive as his body seemed, the only arousal this fed was that of her anger, as her snout wrinkled angrily.

"What are you doing, Panther?" she said, backing up a few steps and hoping he hadn't actually lost his patience with her and gotten bold.

"I'm tired of waiting for you to obey like a good little fox," he growled softly. "I'll simply have to treat you and stoke your desires more firmly. Perhaps giving you a taste of a real man will convince you."

Krystal gulped, her paw sliding to her sidearm, barely three inches away when the feline lunged at her. With a yip the vixen backed up, gasping as her back hit the hull of Wolf's ship. Her paw was on the grip of her pistol when Panther managed to grab her wrists and pin her in place, his muzzle catching hers directly in a deep, lewd kiss. Her eyes widened as she felt him press up against her hard, grinding his crotch against her body as he purred and growled into her muzzle. But while she did feel a slight erotic tingle spark her loins, her anger for the feline only boiled over, causing her to struggle against his grip.

The kiss ceased and the feline groaned, continuing to caress his crotch between her legs. "Give yourself to me, Krystal," he purred.

"Gerroff me!" she snarled, but he seemed not to hear her at all, his teeth catching the zipper below her chin and pulling it down as he dipped his head. The moment it reached below her bust, both her heavy tits spilled out of her suit and against the feline's face, a soft mewl escaping her as the hungry-looking feline eyed her left nipple and latched on to it like a starving newborn cub.

But she'd had enough, and as his grip loosened she acted, drawing her pistol and angling it up just enough to press the barrel against his abs. With a silent curse she pulled the trigger.

A resounding thud echoed in the hangar as the feline's eyes widened and he straightened up, going nearly rigid as the blast speared directly into his midsection. But while Krystal tried to pull away from him, his grip around her wrists tightened like a pair of vises; and as he fell backwards with a slurred groan, the vixen chirped in fear as she was pulled down with him. He hit the deck hard, body collapsing against the steel floor with all the grace of a bellyflopping hippo, while Krystal landed on his body with a gasp and a yip, her head cushion by her molester's chest.

After a few moments more of struggling she managed to sit upright, looking down at him and frowning. "Dammit... had it set to stun, " she noted dourly. "Maybe you would've learned your lesson if I'd blasted your balls off!"

"K... Krys-aalll," he groaned, barely stirring. At once, the vixen could tell that he was only spared from being completely immobilized and rendered comatose because the shot had been partially absorbed by his suit; he'd instead had his synapses fried and midsection nerves disrupted.

"You deserve worse you pervert!" she shouted, trying to wrench her wrists out of the feline's grip as her tits wobbled and bounced below her. "I've had it with you, I'm resigning this team as soon as you let me the fuck go!" But despite the feline essentially being frozen from the neck down, his paws were firmly locked around her wrists; determined to free herself, she sat up and yanked back, her butt sliding against his lap.

She froze, blinking.

Beneath her, angled against her loins, was a slight bulge. She shifted a little, looking down at where the boisterous feline had unzipped his flightsuit and noticing it had unsealed much lower in the process, revealing a slight tent in his suit. She looked up at him, scowling as she sat back down.

"You're getting turned on by this? Fine, I'll do you a favor and give you one before I leave this team for good!" Before the feline could say anything she thrust her breasts out further, wiggling her shoulders around so that more of her suit could fall away. With a smug look the vixen leaned in against the wide-eyed feline, smothering his face with her tits as he began to let out muffled yowls and groans from between her cleavage. What limited movement her arms could manage was used to squeeze her breasts together, ensuring that he could not breathe properly as she rubbed and ground them against his face. "You love these implants so much that you don't give a damn about my heart, then that's all you're getting!"

"Krymmff-- wai--!!" But between his face contorting with a pained pleasure and having his jowls and jaws knocked side to side by the vixen's knockers, he could not get out a full sentence, and Krystal wasn't interested in hearing one. It didn't help that despite her anger at him, she could not help but feel a sensation of pleasure as her nipples brushed against his cheeks, her breathing mixed in with subtle moans; knowing Panther was getting off to it, but being denied, as his head tried to roll to either side for him to attempt to kiss or lick her teats. Warmth radiated through the jiggling flesh as she buried her fingers into the plush mammary flesh, fingers tracing the swollen nipples and pinching them, panting as she teased the feline with each squeeze.

She'd never known her anger to flare up at anyone before she'd fallen in with Star Wolf a second time, but Panther had brought about such feelings easily. The anger ebbed away into a dark satisfaction as she realized that despite his arousal, his enjoyment was limited. "All it was ever good was for looks, and that's all you get," she admonished him. "You don't deserve to touch any part of me, you should be honored your face gets to feel them at all." Between the muffled blubbering she could see patches of red in his face, a deep blush that caused her to arch an eyebrow. When he suddenly went rigid and jerked beneath her, a moment of panic struck her, thinking she'd gone too far- until he groaned and cried out, his voice a yowl of bliss as he shivered.

She stopped short and sat back up, staring at him in confusion as he panted. A moment of dawning comprehension passed and she looked between them again, her face brightening at the sight; in all the fidgeting and weak squirming, his zipper had slid down several more inches and revealed what had to be the most pathetic excuse for a cock she'd ever seen on a man, slathered in a thimble's worth of lukewarm spunk. It could not have been larger than two inches at best, lined with barely-visible feline barbs, still twitching as little droplets of seed formed at the tip. The urge to laugh nearly overtook her before she looked back up and adopted an expression of disgust.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she sneered. "You were going to rape me with that, Panther? I take it back, I gladly would have spread my legs open and taken that pathetic excuse for a cock- if you'd paid me. I could use the money and the laughs!"

The feline groaned and shivered again, his face filled with a mixture of shame, pain, and ecstasy; Krystal looked back down- a fresh spurt of cum had squirted from his prick (an apt name, she considered). This time she did laugh. "Oh my gods... did you seriously just cum right now? What was it, my awesome tits in your face; or being humiliated to an orgasm?" Another groan and she knew the feline had cum again.

"I'm bigger than Fox is!" he protested, wriggling underneath the vixen.

"This isn't about him- it's about you, like always. I'm through with it being about you!" she snapped, finally managing to tear her wrists out of his paws. "You already got your pebbles off, and you didn't even penetrate me to get there. You started this, so I'm finishing it- but this time, it's going to be all about me!" And with that, she pulled the rest of her suit away, exposing the entirety of her deliciously voluptuous body before turning around and backing her ass into Panther's face. The feline was halfway into his first word before her pussy was smothering him, her thick thighs squeezing his jowls as she rocked her swollen, moist cunny lips against his muzzle. "Get going, kitten-dick- the sooner you get me off, the sooner you can breathe!"

Panther's muffled voice poured from between her legs, but she could hardly care less what he was saying; for whatever reason, he was refusing to indulge her. With a slight growl she turned to the feline's prick, eyeing it with disdain for a few moments before leaning forward and giving the head of his miniscule cock a sharp flick with her claw. He yowled in clear pain, writhing beneath him, but with his mouth now open she reseated herself on his face and began to ride his waggling tongue, shivering as it lashed against her clit. Sharp jolts of hot bliss zapped up her belly, leave delightful tingles of warmth in their wake; but try as she might, Panther seemed to have only moderate amounts of skill with his tongue, not enough to please her. With her hands free she cupped her own massive breasts, trying to push Panther out of her mind and focus on something that would get her to climax.

It didn't take long. She'd initially left because she thought Panther had cared for her, that he was willing to have an honest, genuine relationship; it didn't take long for her to figure out his silver tongue was the only good thing about him. But despite the sense of betrayal, she had not left so long ago that she could not remember Fox. A warmth bloomed in her chest as she envisioned the handsome vulpine commander, those moments of genuine intimacy; of being held close, being kissed, and being treated as an equal. Paired with the decent oral stimulation she was receiving, she could feel the blood racing through her body; a quickening that made her chirp and purr, and caused her loins to dribble with honey.

"Oh Fox," she whimpered, claws digging into Panther's legs. "I never should have left." Maybe if she'd pushed harder, had confessed her love clearly and without question... But she shook those thoughts away, the heartache melting in the presence of her sexual bliss. She knew what his face looked like, and in moments she could envision his handsome green eyes peering up at her, kissing her netherlips as passionately as he would her own muzzle, tongue parting her inner folds. It took biting her lower lip and clenching around the feline's tongue to keep her from screaming in bliss, toes curling and flexing in her boots as she writhed around.

A light smack on her backside made her jump, enough to turn and see Panther feebly trying to push off the vixen; all it did was make her giggle and moan, the desperate smacks on her ass and gropes along her curves adding to her pleasure, which, in tandem with her fantasizing about Fox, was helping her reach the point of no return. He yowled again, swirling his tongue against her clit, and the act drove her wild, grabbing her tits and squeezing hard. A sharp, fleeting pressure seemed to prickle at her nipples, just as she cried out and ground her loins into Panther's face a final time. A violent shudder coursed through her spine followed by a deep heat that boiled in her pussy. At once, an explosion of vaginal nectar burst beneath her, splattering Panther's face, neck and head as she climaxed harder than she'd ever experienced in her life. Nearly a full minute of hot ecstasy churned through her body, trapping her mind in a cloud of haze as she savored such a glorious orgasm, until the act sapped her strength enough that she tumbled off the feline, panting as she lay on her back.

For several minutes she lay unmoving, save for the heaving of her heavy breasts as she swallowed lungfuls of air. A deep purr had settled in her body as she squirmed a little, feeling delightfully satisfied. So immersed in post-orgasmic relief, she almost didn't hear the grunt nearby, and could barely find it in herself to care that it hadn't come from Panther. But after another minute of recovery she managed to sit up, looking around and spotting a tall, handsome wolf leaning against one of the hangar beams. His tongue was hanging out as he panted, and in one paw was a ridiculously massive canine cock, ebony in color. Krystal stared at it, slightly fearful, but mostly intrigued by the sight of her commander stroking the turgid beast- she'd seen Wolf naked in the showers before, but had only seen his large sheath and balls; she had no idea he had been packing a full foot of wolf-cock. She swallowed, scooting back.

Despite looking close to orgasm, Wolf shook his head, managed to growl. "N-no... don't worry, kiddo. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I just... I gotta get off after seeing thaaAAARGGGH!" A snarl rolled from his muzzle, baring his fangs as he leaned hard against the pillar and slammed his paw against his knot. Krystal's eyes widened as she saw the first massive wad of wolf cum blast from the tip of his member, arcing high in the air and splattering against Panther's face. Another jet of spunk; then another, each flood of hot spunk landing on or near the passed-out feline, drawing the vixen's attention to his still form. A dark streak of derision filled her as she realized that despite essentially being asphyxiated into unconsciousness by her ass and pussy, the act had managed to bring him to yet another disappointingly meager climax.

The lupine commander grunted a final time, a seventh and final gout of cum spilling out of his cock and leaving his prick drooling a thick white line as he panted, seemingly unable to care that he'd just plastered his own wingman with his cum. Krystal said nothing, waiting until Wolf's breathing slowed down before beginning to get to her feet.

"How long were you watching for?" she asked, still slightly out of breath.

He glanced up at her, a half-smile on his muzzle, giving his still-hard cock a squeeze and getting the dregs of spunk out of his length. "Long enough to figure out you told him 'no,' and he didn't listen. Guess you taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget."

She turned her gaze to the feline, frowning. "Did you know?"

"About how tiny his dick is? Fuck yeah, I knew," he snorted.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't tell you because I figured you were a better person than to judge a lover based on their girth." He cleared his throat, smiling genuinely. "Don't take it the wrong way, kiddo, but you're a sweet girl- too sweet for Star Wolf, and too good for the likes of him, if I gotta be honest. But you asked to join, and you're a hell of a pilot and a psychic, and that came in handy. I figured you'd deal with Panther eventually, and I didn't want to bother with him- you're not the first he's wooed."

Despite the irritation towards Panther, she sighed and smiled back at the wolf. "Thank you, sir." She hesitated. "Does Fox know?"

"Nah, I never told Fox because I figured if the runt wasn't going to press you to marry him at some point, it was his loss getting cucked by a tiny-cocked cat," he scoffed.

"He's not that bad," Krystal countered.

"No, he ain't," Wolf agreed with a sigh, straightening up and stretching out- though he did nothing to hide his softening prick and heavy balls as he sauntered over to their conked-out wingman. "But he let it get to this point all the same. The kid needs to grow a fuckin' backbone and take initiative outside the cockpit for once. Hell of a pilot and a leader, but too indecisive."

The vixen sighed, leaning against her ship; despite the discussion, she didn't feel the desire to hide her nudity from her commander. "Maybe that's on me, too... maybe I pressed too hard, or not hard enough. I'm telepathic, I thought I had a good bead on him- but I was wrong. He always seemed like he had something to hide from me, and no matter how hard I tried to pry mentally, he always kept it hidden."

Wolf cocked his head. "Maybe you oughta ask him, then."

She perked up at that. "Sir?"

"C'mon, after all of that you can't tell me you're really thinking of stay here, are you?" he asked her pointedly. "I heard you say McCloud's name, that you shouldn't have left him. You've had enough of this puny-ass panther, and now you're probably thinkin' it's time to move on, right?"

The vixen looked away, biting her bottom lip. "I... I don't know. Part of me wants to, but... what if he doesn't want to talk? And if I leave now, you'll be a pilot short--"

"Kit, don't even," he chuffed gruffly. "Leon and I are fine on our own, and even Panther isn't that bad a pilot. Because of you, we were able to get some legit contacts and make some money, build a more positive reputation. I can hire another hand easily." When she didn't answer he sighed and moved to her, reaching out and squeezing her shoulder. "If he doesn't take you back, you'll always have a place on Star Wolf. That offer is always open to you. But... don't tell this to McCloud ever... I'm pretty sure the kid will take you back and try to hash things out. Take it from someone he should continue to have a grudge against and hasn't- he's not going to hold one against you."

The vixen stared at him hopefully. "You really think so?"

He smiled. "Positive, kit."

For a few moments she said nothing- then, without warning (and with the both of them still baring their bodies), she lunged in and hugged the wolf tight, purring into his chest. Wolf allowed a few shocked seconds to pass before returning the hug with a reluctant smile, patting her back, then clearing his throat. "Ah... Krystal? You're, uh..."

She jumped back, realizing his cock had been pressing against her bare cleft. "Oh! I-I'm sorry, I just... I didn't mean to--"

"It's fine," he assured her gruffly, trying to generate a tough facade. "Just... before you leave, do me a solid, right?"

She hesitated, unable to properly read the commander- she did not find the idea of sleeping with him before leaving objectionable, but she hoped it wouldn't be the case. "Like...?"

"No, I don't mean gettin' me off," he said hastily. "But... you, uh... you wouldn't happen to know how to get in contact with Lucy Hare still, would you?"

The vixen blinked, then smiled.

"I think I can help you out, hon."

A Month Later

"I told you she'd come back eventually," Panther purred, striding down the hallway with a bounce to his step. "Clearly McCloud passed her up again and she saw she has no other place left to go. That ratty punk has lost to me once again!"

Wolf sighed, shaking his head and pulling his date in a little closer. "Whatever you say, Caroso. I'll be surprised once you finally best him in a dogfight, and I don't see that happening before he and I retire, with your level of piloting."

Sargasso Station had once been home to a slew of pirate groups and illegal mercenary units, until a raid by Katina's own Bulldog and Husky units had purged most of the brigands and sent them into the outer fringes of the system. Over time, more legitimate (if not always reputable) businesses and flight groups had made the station their permanent port, building upon the foundation and extending the station to include three more platforms, some of which included salvaged parts from the Bolse satellite that once served Andross and his Venomian armada. But it never stopped being a good place to rest for Wolf; and while the clientele had become a bit less violent and a bit more trustworthy, at least the booze was still hard and the rooms were still good; not a bad place to take an open-minded woman on a date.

"Was that you complimenting Fox?" Lucy Hare asked with a sweet smile, still hanging on his midsection; Wolf cleared his throat nervously but offered a smile back. "That's really unlike you, Commander- Krystal was right, you have gotten better. I'm starting to think taking your offer of a date was a great idea."

"Hmph, well... yeah, he's alright," the lupine commander admitted quietly. "Could be better, but he got some skill from his old man, I'll say that."

"His skill is meaningless," the feline scoffed. "Love is the only battlefield that matters, Commander, mark my words- and it's a battlefield McCloud has only failed in."

"Oh brother," the lupine commander groaned. "Yeah, I'll mark 'em- on that note I'm going to focus on my battlefield and take my date to dinner. You need me, our room will be 216; but you better the hell not need me." He paused, nodding to a nearby hatch labeled 101 and handing the feline a keycard. "This is your stop, she said she's in there."

"I've everything under my control, she'll be moaning under me before long. Go on then, have fun with your rabbit," the feline said dismissively, taking a moment to groom himself before donning a proud grin and flashing the keycard at the door panel, stepping inside the darkened room and closing it behind him.

The pair waited a few moments before hearing the sound of a blaster discharging a stun bolt, a loud yowl, and then a thump.

Lucy winced. "Wolf... is this really okay? I mean, he can't be that bad."

"He sexually assaulted Krystal," he said calmly. "Not that it got him anywhere, but this is for his own good. C'mon, I didn't wanna stick around here just so you could think about what's going on in there, anyway. Tonight is for you, Lucy- I'm gonna treat you right."

The hare smiled and pulled him in, lowering his snout and giving him an affectionate kiss on the nose. "I'm glad I gave you a second chance, Wolf. Don't blow it."

He chuckled and grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"If it were anyone else, I would have expected this plan to have failed," Krystal sighed, her arms folded as she frowned at the restrained feline. "But you were exactly the kind of person I thought you were. I figured my message to meet up would be interpreted as me wanting to get back with you, so I wasn't surprised when Wolf called to tell me as much."

Panther groaned, shaking off the minor synaptic fatigue in his body as best as he could with his naked body bound to the chair he'd been seated in. A brief struggle against the cords did nothing to loosen him up, and with his arms and legs strung up along the arms and legs of his seat, he could find no means to escape. For a moment an expression similar to fear showed on his features, though he quickly composed himself as he realized he was still in the assigned hotel room he'd stepped into only minutes earlier. "If... this is how you prefer to play, little vixen, I'm more than willing to oblige," he managed to purr, attempting (but not quite succeeding) to give her a charming grin. "I suppose you preferred the lash of my tongue after all, stimulating you to orgasm."

"Don't flatter yourself," the blue vixen scoffed, voice loaded with disdain as she sashayed to the bed and turned to glare at him. "You're only here because I have to thank you for your contributions- after this, I've no interest in seeing you ever again. Now that I'm back with Star Fox and worked things out, I don't need your silver tongue for comfort."

"Is... is that a fact?" the feline snorted. "Love, there's nothing he has that could compare to what I possess; you'd be delusional to think otherwise."

She rolled her eyes, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and adjusting her bathrobe- the only thing concealing her nude body from him. "To be honest, you did have one thing over him- you were bolder than he is, and not in the good way. You tried to take what you thought belonged to you; Fox held himself back because he respected me. Unlike you, he's a gentleman who knows how to restrain himself." At that, she pulled off the bathrobe and exposed herself fully to the feline, smiling widely as she spread her legs open and gave him a full view of her sopping-wet pussy, strings of thick grease trickling down her pouted outer folds; a powerful aroma burst throughout the room, buffeting the feline's senses, and he recognized it immediately as the scent of a bitch in heat. In mere moments, the wide-eyed feline pilot was completely erect- a feat that took his miniscule prick only seconds to achieve, barely visible as a jet-black, thumb-sized nub stuck in his sheath.

"But once I removed that last bit of reluctance from him," Krystal continued, "he was more than ready to have me in full, without fear. It didn't take long for us to realize how compatible we've always been, and have become physically, in the time we've spent apart. And it's all thanks to you," she added with a smirk.

For several seconds it was as if he hadn't heard her, staring at her pornstar-grade body; but her final words finally seemed to sink in, and now the feline was looking genuinely confused and curious. "Thanks to me? For what?"

Before she could answer, the hatch behind her opened and another person entered the room. Panther's eyes narrowed as he watched Fox McCloud saunter out of the bathroom with a towel around toned waist, his firm, athletic body slightly damp as he ran a pair through his wet hair. He glanced toward the feline and flashed him a genuine smile. "Hey, Panther. Sorry I didn't get a chance to say hello earlier, I had to take a shower- worked up a bit of a sweat after stripping you down and tying you up."

"You!? But I thought Krystal was by herse--"

"I was never alone," the vixen cut him off, purring gently as Fox leaned in and kissed her snout, sharing a brief nuzzle. "Like I said, I wanted to thank you for contributing to my relationship with Fox, and he wants to do the same."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" he snapped. "I've done nothing to 'help' your relationship, the whelp is useless compared to me!"

"Well that's not true at all," Fox said calmly, still smiling. "Don't sell yourself short, buddy, you helped me get over the one barrier that was keeping me from being with Krystal physically- by giving her those bomb-ass augmentations to her tits, hips, and butt. I heard you were eager to pay for them out of your own pocket."

"And how does that help you?!" Panther growled.

The vulpine commander finally adopted a smirk, saying nothing as he allowed the towel to fall to the floor.

For a moment, Panther felt all the oxygen leave his body, his mind blank as if he'd just been clubbed by the instrument he was now staring at. He'd known Wolf to be large for his species, a proud lupine in every regard- but what the feline was looking at now was far beyond anything he'd expected from Star Fox's very own leader. His cock was already out of its sheath, too heavy to remain contained in a half-flaccid state as it reached down to his knees; it was easily thicker than Panther's wrist, and seemed to swell with every second that passed, the tapered and rounded tip itself still thicker than the whole of the feline's pathetic, impotent genital stub. The canine tool throbbed powerfully and a thick gout of precum drooled from the tip, staining the carpet beneath; another throb and it seemed to lift, the vulpine groaning as his cock stirred to life like a starving beast, salivating with hunger. Another burst of aroma filled the room and the feline balked at it, groaning as he could nearly taste Fox's musk in his muzzle; even washing himself down had done nothing to dilute the potent smell of a stud ready to breed.

Even Krystal looked lightheaded, swallowing as she reached down and stroked his cock, breathing in the heady aroma deeply. "By the gods, Fox... you smell amazing."

"I told you it would be overwhelming," he chuckled, sliding his paws along her body and groping her massive tits as she got to the floor. "It just means I'm ready to rut, it's what happens every time you go into heat." He turned his gaze to Panther. "And now, I can actually do something about it- all thanks to you." The feline said nothing, still too stunned to speak, and Fox continued. "For years since she joined Star Fox, I was scared to give in and nail her the way she wanted me to; she was naturally petite, I thought just getting the tip inside would injure her badly. Fact is, a lot of the women I've known just can't handle my natural length and girth. So many guys want a huge cock, they forget that most women can't handle it- unless they get some augmentations. So when Krystal came back rocking some top-grade body modifications, including a change to her hips that changed how much her twat could take, well..." He paused, groaning as the vixen placed his massive cock between her plush tits and began to slide them along his slick, throbbing shaft. "… I couldn't have been happier," he sighed, thrusting his hips up. "So as a thank-you for helping us out, we decided to let you watch while we get it on."

For her part, Krystal was enjoying the firm attention her mate was giving her, pushing her tits tighter together and puffing her chest out as she rocked her twins along Fox's enormous girth, mewling quietly as the monstrous tool drooled its salty precum against her face and stained her soft fur with its strong-smelling musk. Her lips and tongue worked the head, drawing out more of the natural lubricant and giving her enough to work with as she slathered it across the surface of his cock. From the scent of his maleness to the taste of his glistening prick, to the sight of the his girth throbbing and the feel of it pulsing in her paws, between her tits, and against her lips; all of it intoxicated the vixen, causing her to shudder as she worked.

"Are you okay, kit?" Fox asked, cupping her face in concern.

"I'm... gods, I'm just so ready for this," she whimpered.

"I know- but you need to get the first load out, so the rest will be more potent," he said gently, kissing her nose and smiling.

"The rest?" Panther croaked, his chest heaving in nearly silent, huffing breaths. The feline looked completely broken, a mixture of disbelief, grief, and amazement on his face.

"Yeah," Fox groaned, bucking his hips up and titfucking the vixen with long, steady strokes. "Gotta make sure my seed takes, after all, and I have a lot to get through. Not that you'd know much about it, I know you only got Krystal to yourself once, and you decided to use your tongue for her- tough luck, cuck, maybe you could've had a chance at these if you were less of a prick," he growled with a smirk, hefting up the vixen's breasts for him to see, before eyeing the feline's still erect source of shame. "Actually, I take it back- I don't think you could be 'less of a prick' without it disappearing completely," he chuckled.

The feline blushed hard, looking offended by the mocking tone, but yowled quietly as the shot to his ego made him squirm, his miniscule prick twitching as a clear droplet of precum trickled from the tip; output that was quickly put to shame as the deluge of precum flowing out of Fox's massive cock seemed to increase, with a consistency and appearance that looked like actual, potent cum. As if to confirm it, the strong, musky scent of his spunk seemed to get thicker, sending both Panther and Krystal into deep, rolling purrs of bliss as a sexual haze seemed to cloud their minds.

It was a haze that was broken by a tense, strangled snarl as Fox finally reached his peak, arching his back as he jammed his girth a final time between his lover's tits. As if on cue the vixen leaned in and caught the massive tip in her muzzle with a moan. Panther could only watch wide-eyed as Fox's length twitched and throbbed, his scrotum jerking as it began to channel its payload through his impressive girth and into the vixen's waiting throat. She accepted it only too easily, audible gulps punctuating the sudden silence as it poured into her waiting belly, a slight curve growing within before she reared back with a gasp, releasing Fox's prick. With nowhere else to go, he plastered her face with an intense blast of vulpine seed, a veritable geyser of alabaster that arced high in the air before splattering all over her face, shoulders, and enormous tits. In mere moments Krystal was slathered in a veneer of her lover's essence, Panther gasped as the sight, hardly able to believe the thickness of his rival's spunk; compared to the feline's weak trickle of watery, impotent seed, Fox's cum was almost gelatinous, sloughing down the vixen's beautiful body and oozing onto the floor.

"F-fuuuuck," the vulpine commander groaned, reaching down and rubbing behind his mate's ears. "That was so fuckin' good, Krystal."

"Anything to get that delicious cum of yours," she purred, nuzzling and kissing his cock as if demonstrating proper worship, cleaning it with her tongue.

"Oh, but that's just a small orgasm from me," he chuckled. "I've been going easy on you all this time, hoping to make this moment more special. You almost look pregnant now," Fox noted with no shortage of satisfaction on his muzzle, shooting a smirk to Panther. "She isn't, of course- not yet. But the look and tears on your face are enough to tell me you know that was never going to last long."

Panther shook himself slightly as if waking up, brow furrowed as if just noticing how wet his face had been. A weak attempt to speak only ended him him gurgling slightly, before remaining silent. Whatever else he was thinking, it was clear he was ready and willing to watch how it was going to end, assuming it ever did. He was positioned perfectly, a few feet from the foot of the bed, just close enough so that when Fox finally carried the vixen to the mattress and set her down, he was able to get a perfect view of her swollen netherlips. The last time he'd seen her bare cunt, those lips were tight and almost virginal- and the still were. A shared meeting of the eyes between him and Krystal told the whole story; that this would be her first time taking her chosen lover's cock, and that they'd deliberately waited until they could show the feline that he had completely and utterly lost in the only battlefield that mattered to him.

He was granted only a few seconds of this view before she turned so Panther was off to her side, while Fox climbed in bed and got into position over her. The commander grinned, sparing the feline a final glance before turning his attention to Krystal and working his hips forward in a slow, gentle thrust.

There was a slow, long moan from the vixen, her legs spreading up and out around Fox's hips as he slid the tapered tip of his beast-like cock into his mate, a strained growl rolling out of his throat as he buried inch after inch of his cock into her. Panther was left to watch the act of penetration, while Fox and Krystal shared in the intense act: to Fox, the tightness of his blue-furred mate's cunny as it gnawed around his cock; to Krystal, the enormous girth of her stud's cock as she gave herself to him fully. It took nearly a minute for him to hilt her completely, his sheath kissing the splayed out netherlips firmly as a cocktail of vixen honey and tod precum dribbled out from their joined loins.

But once there, Fox left behind all restraint.

He drew back smoothly and then slammed his cock back in, generating a sharp gasp from Krystal as he began to breed the vixen wildly, his strong hips flexing and pistoning; the vixen took it all without complaint, her face contorted into an expression of pure shock and ecstasy. For several seconds, the only sounds in the room were Fox's grunting, the heavy swatting of his massive cum-factories slapping the vixen's ass, and a thick squelching, slurping noise as his girthy intrusion drew more of her moist honey out. But the relative silence was shattered when Krystal's voice rang out into the air, and erotic song of complete bliss as her gripping inner walls were subjected to the deep hammering of her lover's breeding rod. Every wail of joy caused both males in the room to sway: Fox, from the joy of hearing her mate's approval; Panther, from the lamentation of having lost her completely to Fox. The feline might as well have not been in the room to begin with, as she kissed, licked and nipped at Fox, singing her love to the tod as she took the fucking willingly. Every thrust caused her massive breasts to heave and wobble, droplets of milk leaking from each pink peak and flicking through the air; every clap of Fox's balls against her thick ass made the flesh jiggle, a lewd, moist sound punctuating each blow as the flow of sexual juices continued to pool beneath them. Almost at the same moment, all three became aware of the shape of Fox's cock in Krystal's belly, a bulge that formed every time he slid into her depths.

A long moan heralded the vixen's first orgasm, quivering and shaking as she clung to Fox. He groaned and paused, long enough for her to put her paw on the bulge, all while her supple, velvet walls squeezed and gnawed around his girth. "O-oh gods Fox," she mewled, words slurred by lust. "It's so fucking big, I can feel it! I can taste it in my pussy!"

"You're so perfect, Krystal," Fox shuddered, his paws pushing into her plush tits as he pounded her depths hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall. "It's like your cunt was made for me, you're so tight and hot." His back arched and he snarled, grinding his prick harder into her belly and forcing a louder moan from his mate. An animalistic glint in his eye signaled how deep in rut he was, the whole of his athletic body working tirelessly, flexing and curling as he bred his vixen as thoroughly as she could take it; his paws and muzzle were never idle, either squeezing her lactating tits, pinching or suckling her milky nipples, or kissing her deeply- not even his mindless rutting removed his desire to express his deepest love for the Cerenian vixen.

The kiss broke as Krystal screamed, a keening sound of pure bliss as she arched her back, toes curling as she shuddered and trembled beneath the tod; heaving, whimpering gasps poured from her muzzle as she climaxed a second time, a deluge of femcum splattering out from around Fox's thickness, staining his balls and dribbling into the sheets. The male groaned, wincing as she squeezed hard around him and breathing deeply as if to pace himself, waiting until the vixen had ridden out her climax before nuzzling and licking her face affectionately.

"Not done yet, Krystal," he purred into her ear; her reaction was to give him a lust-drunk smile.

After a few seconds of rest he reared back, a slick "pop" announcing the release of his half-formed know as he drew his prick out of her ruined honeypot. For several seconds he allowed Panther to witness the state of his cock, slathered in a thick veneer of seed-loaded precum and Krystal's nectar; he pulled the vixen around and allowed him a look at her now-ruined breeding hole, oozing heavily with what might as well have been a normal load- though they were all fully aware it was little more than precum to the commander. The combined scent of their lovemaking seemed to cause Panther's head to droop dizzily, as Fox changed their position, lying on his back and pulling the vixen on top of him.

"F... Fox... wha...?" she slurred as she was placed in his lap with her back to him.

"I want him to see," he growled lustily. "I want him to witness the moment you become pregnant with my child. Show him how deep it goes."

She stared at Panther, a look of dark joy on her face as she willingly stood up and positioned herself over her lover's bestial cock; she barely had to lower herself in order to catch the tip between her loose, swollen lips, thick precum oozing out of her hole and lubricating the already slick shaft. It slid inside her gripping folds with incredible ease, a loud cry of lust pouring from her throat as her cunt swallowed the entire monstrous length with a single, smooth descent; save for her mate's knot, which she squirmed into as it disappeared into her depths. She spread her legs out, giving Panther a clear look at how stretched her hole was, wrapped tightly around Fox's cock-base. The bulge of the knot was distinctly visible, the shape of his vulpine bitch-breeder obvious beneath her white-furred belly, reaching past her navel.

They started with a bang, Fox thrusting up into his mate as she bore down on and around him, gripping his cock in her inner walls as she bounced in his lap. The frantic yelps and moans started again, only this time Panther could see every moment of his superior's cock burying itself into the vixen's sweltering honeypot, thick strings of precum drooling from her splayed-out lips as she impaled herself on Fox's beast-cock. She made no effort to lower her voice, showed no shame as she panted and cried out like the vixen bitch in heat that she was. Every cry was only punctuated by the sound of Fox's orbs swinging upwards to clap against her clit- it only took a dozen such strikes against her pleasure buzzer to bring her to another mind-shattering orgasm. The strength seemed to leave her, nearly going limb in Fox's lap and forcing him to hold her up as he poured all his strength and focus into fucking the woman he loved.

"He's in m' womb!" she howled to the feline with a wild smile, tears of joy streaking down her face; she reached down with both paws and cupped her mate's heavy balls. "Look, Pan-ther, th-they're all in here, all my beau'ful kits... he's gonna make me preg-nant! Th-thank y' so m-uhn!-uch!"

"It's comin', Krystal!" Fox snarled, gasping as his fully-formed knot finally popped between her netherlips and remained locked in place, sealing her fate as the mother of his children. His balls seemed to throb with enough intensity to make them swell, drawing Panther's wet eyes to the point where their loins met- their sex-soiled genitals quivering as their bodies recognized an impending orgasm on the horizon. Yet Fox's hips did not cease, hammering away into his mate's depths even as he finally reached the apex of sexual pleasure. It wasn't until he felt the first load of cum, the massive bolus of fox-spunk channeling through his distended and throbbing cumvein, that he finally ceased movement, hilting the vixen and ensuring the tip of his cock was nestled perfectly against her cervix.

It was not a blast like the first shot had been; rather than a high-pressure hose, his cock poured his thick, gel-like cum into his mate's womb like an icing tube filling a pastry, injecting his potent baby-batter into Krystal with a strained groan leaving his muzzle. The vixen gasped as her belly slowly swelled, the inexorable tide of her tod's spunk filling her fertile cradle with life and kept in place by the seal of his knot. In minutes, she had gone from a slim yet strong stomach to one that looked a full nine months pregnant with triplets, her lactating tits pouring milk around the curve of her belly. The swelling did not cease until Fox's flow did, signaled by a low groan as his aching nuts stopped twitching, leaving the pair to quietly embrace and savor the satisfying afterglow.

Krystal panted, nuzzling into Fox's cheek as he leaned over her shoulder and cradled her stomach, purring happily. "Gods, Fox... I love you so much."

"I love you too, Krystal," he murmured back, sharing a deep kiss with her before breaking off with a smile.

For several minutes they said nothing, content to let their kisses and nuzzles say everything they needed. Before long, though, Krystal glanced up at their guest, blinking at his inert form; Panther's head was bowed and a string of drool was hanging from his chin as he dozed- apparently, the show had been too much for him to endure.

The sight caused her to shake her head and laugh. "I guess lack of endurance is just another weak point he's got to live with."

"Nah, he's just blown away by how fucking hot we were," Fox assured her with a smile. "Hell, it took all I had to keep from cumming on the spot."

"Should we wake him?" she asked.

"Not yet, let's just cuddle for the moment," he sighed pleasantly, squeezing his vixen. "We have this room for the whole weekend, there's no rush."

"I want to make up for lost time," Krystal said.

"We will, just like now," he said, touching noses with her. "We'll do that every day. And by the time we leave, you will be carrying my kits." He smirked at Panther, who had passed out from the show. "He can help us keep count."

"Actually," Krystal said softly with a mischievous smile on her muzzle, "I think I know a great way to repay him after this..."

Four Months Later

"So, Sami if it's a girl, and Samuel if it's a boy," Wolf said softly, squeezing his lover in his arms and getting an affectionate giggle out of her. His paw slid over the gentle curve of his new lieutenant's pregnant belly, grinning as he felt the bump of his child kicking within. "I like it, Lucy."

"Yeah, I think those are great names to go with too," she agreed, kissing the side of his muzzle. "It was Krystal's suggestion, since you didn't want to name them after my dad."

"No offense to your old man, I just didn't know how General Peppy would feel," he chuckled. "The old man has a good reputation, it wouldn't be ideal to let it out that his little girl was knocked up by a former criminal."

"He doesn't care about that, he still wants to meet you," she insisted. "And Krystal wants to see us, too, it's been a long time." She paused long enough to reach to the bedside table and grab her personal comm-tablet, flicking a holoprojection of both her and Fox from her device; the two were smiling widely, completely nude and a paw from each of them on the vixen's swollen belly.

"She looks great," Wolf said, snorting a laugh as he glanced to Fox and his enormous prick. "Still... wasn't prepared for how fucking huge Fox was. It's almost enough to make a man lose confidence."

"Not you, though," Lucy teased, nuzzling him.

"Not me," he agreed confidently. "I have the woman I love as my lieutenant, a kid on the way, and a great cock of my own- that's all I need out of life." He paused as a soft moan broke outside of their room, muffled by distance, and groaned as he recognized it. "Although I could probably do with a more focused wingman."

"I should have known Fox would have sent him another one this week," Lucy sighed, smiling and shaking her head. "Especially since he popped the question to Krystal and she said yes- that's probably what he's watching now. I told you that, right?"

"Yeah, Fox called me about it, actually. Good for him, I'm glad he actually grew into the balls he always had." The lupine commander sighed and got out of bed, leaning over to kiss the bunny gently. "I'll go talk to Panther- we've got a mission tomorrow and I need him awake and alert when we start."

"Be nice," she insisted softly. "Firm, but nice."

He nodded and crossed the room without bothering to put any clothes on, exiting out into the hall and knocking on the door directly adjacent to it. A muffled curse could be heard, followed by quick rummaging around before the hatch slid open, revealing the nude feline behind it.

"Who-- oh, Wolf," he said tiredly. "What, uh... what did you need?"

The commander looked him over, noticing the patches of ruffled fur throughout his body, bags under his eyes, the smell of dried cum emanating from him, and a thoroughly stained and sticky crotch. For a moment, Wolf wondered how long the feline had jacked his abysmally tiny prick in order to make that much of a mess, though he said nothing about it.

Over his shoulder he could see a still image of a holoprojection; of Fox mounting a very-pregnant Krystal from behind, the two kissing deeply as a deluge of cum poured from out of the vixen's hole. For the last three months, Panther had been sent weekly deliveries of the new couple's erotic experiences, and while Wolf had never seen one start to finish he was well aware that this was both a reward and punishment from the two; a way to cow the feline's ego while thanking him for his "contribution" to their active, raunchy lifestyle- which included hours-long holographic videos of them performing sexual marathons in-between their successful missions, sometimes so lurid Wolf wondered why the pair hadn't broken into professional pornography. He pushed it out of his mind and addressed his wingmate.

"We're on mission tomorrow, Caroso," he said, adopting a firm and stern demeanor. "I'm not even going to bother getting on your case regarding your new 'addiction,' but I need you as sharp as possible when we launch. We got a reputation to uphold, and I don't want you ruining it."

"Oh... yeah, uh, sorry about that, Commander," the feline yawned, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. "It's just... Krystal gave me the big news. Getting married and all. Didn't get an invite, but she promised she'd send the video..."

Wolf shook his head. "Whatever. Just get some sleep, already. And take a shower when you wake up, we've got appearances to maintain."

"Yes, sir," the feline said distantly, before closing the hatch.

For a few moments, Wolf stood at the door, before shrugging and returning to his room. There was no sense mentioning he and Lucy had been invited...