FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

--1

Krystal's rescue from the clutches of Lylat's oldest foe, Andross, was still fresh in her mind and plaguing her with mild anxiety. By all rights, with Fox's business at Sauria concluded and their departure imminent after lingering in orbit a few days to be sure everything had returned to normal, she should have been happy, but not even imprisonment for what could have been an eternity could dissuade the vixen from a fond love for the lush planet. That was why as she sat on her bed and peered out the port hole of her dorm she watched the blue-green marble of Sauria shrink away to nothingness with a frown. When it became no more distinguishable than the other specks around it, she turned, pressed her back to the chilly wall and lamented recent decisions.

Fox McCloud was a fine creature as far as Krystal could tell. Charming, handsome, clever and kind, she immediately began developing feelings for the hero yet she missed Sauria's paradise. Exchanging the dinosaur planet's flora and fauna, clear waters and fresh air for spartan white metal, recycled water and humming oxygen scrubbers was disheartening.

The vixen's falling mood halted when a soft electronic chime came from her door. Not realizing what it was at first, she paused, but when it came again and she noticed an accompanying yellow light above the door's frame flashing for her attention, she pulled herself to the edge of the bed, planted her sandal-dressed feet on the floor and called, "Come inside."

The hopeful entrant opened the door which smoothly slid to the side. There in the threshold with a polite smile was Fox. Dressed in olive drab knee-high shorts and a white tee, he looked both casual and charming. Adding to his air of informality were his bare feet.

Krystal stood and Fox stepped inside. In the few paces it took to reach one another, Krystal studied Fox in curt glances while never making it too obvious. Fox didn't look quite as dashing as he did in his flight suit though his more casual attire allowed her a better look at him. What she saw of his legs uncovered by the shorts revealed them to be firm and toned. His crotch, viewed through the shorts, was plump and obviously unencumbered by underwear.

The vixen paid less attention to Fox's upper body and aside from his toned and mostly visible arms, his somewhat loose-fitting t-shirt left much to the imagination. This was in stark contrast to Krystal's dress. Not yet in possession of anything contemporary, she walked around with her tried-and-true attire of loincloth and top. None of the all-male crew seemed to mind this.

In a nervous, subtle sign of his cute infatuation with Krystal, Fox ground his palms together. "We're heading back to Corneria now," he said. Seeing a little sadness in the vixen's eyes, for he was rendered all the more attentive due to the potent cocktail of hormones that came with puppy love, he asked, "You okay?"

Krystal shrugged and folded her arms under her chest, thus pushing up her breasts in a way Fox was helpless to ignore, the vixen replied, "I do miss Sauria. It wasn't entirely pleasant, although being rescued by you was certainly a fun experience," she cutely grinned.

Fox nodded and thoughtfully folded his own arms. "What do you miss about it?"

"Oh," Krystal mused, "everything. The woodlands and lakes, the caves to explore, and the friendly dinosaurs."

Fox laughed playfully. "Well, Corneria's got most of that." He winked and added, "No dinosaurs, though."

Smiling tightly, Krystal wrapped her arms around Fox whom hesitated before returning the embrace. As she rested her head against his chest she cooed, "At least I'll be around you, hm?" Fox blushed with a rather dumb smile right up until the vixen kissed him. It was soft, a mere meeting of lips, but Fox pressed it and kissed her back. Although Krystal came across to Fox as a very independent girl, Krystal hadn't known the loving touch of a man before. As such, when Fox slowed the slightest domination in the kiss she submitted with ease and parted her lips while meanwhile gazing into the tod's eyes.

This was an opening which Fox seized when he slid his tongue past her lips and brushed it against her own tongue. He wasn't unfamiliar with a woman's touch but it had been far too long since he'd felt such soft paws on his back and such delicate lips against his. His eyes drifted closed, an expression Krystal joined him in, and he suckled hotly on the vixen's maw and stroked his paws down her naked back which arched to his touch. Before too much longer Fox's paws found their way beneath the loincloth whereupon they gently held but didn't squeeze Krystal's taut behind.

While she pushed her behind into Fox's paws, Krystal broke the kiss and warmly cooed, "Oh, Fox." Then after a soft nibble on his lip, she spoke with a tiny smile, "On the bed... Please?"

Huffing hotly, biting his lip and feeling his cock swelling in his shorts, Fox almost stumbled during the few paces to Krystal's bed. She lay back on the wide mattress and fresh, spartan sheets and he moved in over top of her to put his hips lewdly against hers. Immediately their lips locked again. Thoughts of consummating her budding love with Fox raced through Krystal's mind and though Fox's thoughts on the matter were a tad more primal and typically male, he too felt a great deal of love in that moment.

As she suckled wetly on Fox's tongue and slid her paws down his back, Krystal finally took hold of his muscular behind. Through the shorts she could feel every detail of his muscular rump cheeks and how taut they were. Krystal's reverent and exploratory touch made Fox huff and grind his ever-swelling erection against her. Dry-humping was the last thing on his mind, however, because he craved her. He broke off the kiss hastily, leaving a short-lived string of saliva between their lips, so that he could sit up and open up the button and zipper of the shorts. While Krystal stroked his chest and watched his groin eagerly and with a swish of her tail, a high-priority ship-wide announcement cut through the moment and startled both foxes.

"Fox," Peppy said over every intercom in the ship, including the one near Krystal's bed, "respond if you hear this, and I know you do!" the old hare chuckled.

Fox sighed, smiled and rolled his eyes at Krystal. He leaned over her, pushed one of the keys on the intercom and said, "I'm here, Peppy, what's up?"

While Krystal slowly and idly rubbed his stomach and chest up underneath his shirt, Fox listened as Peppy said, "General Pepper wants to speak with you, priority one." That much, Fox knew, was something of a joke because it was always priority one with the bombastic general but there was no ignoring the importance of the communication. Pepper never made personal calls.

"All right, all right. I'll be up in a minute," Fox sighed.

After Fox cut the connection, Krystal huffed and chuckled. "This seems typical."

"It pretty much is," Fox smiled and winked. "We'll get some time to ourselves, I promise, but I have to know what the general needs. He does sign my paychecks."

Krystal only smiled wanly before she relaxed against the bed and looked away from Fox.

"Hey." Fox leaned down, bumped his nose to her cheek and gently said, "I'll be back."

Krystal turned back to Fox with a chuckle. Softly and affectionately, their noses bumped. "All right, Fox."

After a soft kiss which nearly spurred Fox to blow General Pepper off, Fox got up, zipped up his fly and left the vixen's room. Left to herself, Krystal sat up and listlessly peered out at the stars.

--2

Despite the alleged urgency of Pepper's communication, the bridge was docile. As if he had never left for several years, Falco was calmly polishing the beam lenses in his blaster, Slippy was adjusting servos in the mechanical R.O.B.'s leg with a wrench while the robot stiffly guided him and the geriatric Peppy had seemingly passed out in his chair. The hare's appearance proved to be a deceiving one when he sat up and watched Fox enter. He greeted the tod with a small wave and said with a smile, "I figured you were with Krystal." He chuckled and winked, "Sorry if I interrupted something."

Fox waved a breezy dismissal. "We were just talking," he lied for the sake of limiting the embarrassment. He heavily dropped into his command chair which was well-worn and which sagged uneasily. "Put the general through, Peppy."

After a few quick key presses on Peppy's part, the holographic projector produced a live bust of General Pepper which appeared washed out, faded at the edges, translucent and blue-tinted. "Excellent work on Sauria," the hound said with no greeting, his tone as noisy and hammy as ever.

"Thanks," Fox chuckled as he put his elbow on the armrest and propped his head against his palm. "I have the feeling you aren't contacting us just for congratulations, though."

"Right you are, Fox," Pepper said in a subtly more dire tone. "One of our unmanned, drifting probes near Sauria has detected some energy fluctuations beneath the planet's crust." More casually, but relatively so since Pepper always put heavy emphasis on his speech, he went on to say, "It could be anything. That's a very unusual planet. The good news is that there's no seismic instability that might suggest the planet is breaking apart again. Nevertheless, I'm sending you the coordinates, Fox. You're familiar with the planet and you're not far from it. Take a look." Then as boisterously as ever, "Pepper out!"

Fox was just turning to the rest of his crew as Pepper's image flickered away and was replaced with a lazily turning model of 3D lettering which read: NO SIGNAL.

Peppy closed the channel, reclined in his chair and made a long, thoughtful hum.

"Aw, jeez," Slippy groaned while he closed a panel on R.O.B.'s leg. "It feels like we're never heading back to Corneria."

Grinning at his amphibian friend, Fox coolly said, "It's probably nothing, Slip. Pepper said the planet's stable."

"Yeah," Falco chimed in, "and you kicked Andross' butt all the way back to wherever-the-heck he came from this time." With a smirk at Fox with a little nod, he remarked, "Probably just some fairy-dust magic or something, eh, Fox?"

Fox smirked back but shrugged noncommittally. He glanced at R.O.B. and said, "Get us turned around, R.O.B., we're going back to Sauria."

Lacking nuances but understanding perfectly, the robot tonelessly acknowledged the command. After a brisk machine-to-machine interface with the ship's computer, he said, "Course laid in an executed. Estimated time to arrival: zero-point-nine standard Cornerian days."

"What, a whole day?" Fox blurted. "We just left!"

"Only zero-point--," R.O.B. began only to be cut short by a whispered cue from Slippy.

Turning mischievous eyes on Fox was Falco who coyly asked, "You telling me you never tried making a U-turn in a ship this big? Just turning around takes a good six hours."

"Ah," Fox grunted, "I guess you're right." After a moment's contemplation, he pushed himself out of his tired old chair with some effort and said, "As you were," as if his informal crew needed any such instruction.

--3

The fur of Fox's bare feet made a steady whisper on the deckplates as he made his way back to Krystal's quarters. Just thinking that term, Krystal's quarters, put a cute little smirk on his face. It seemed too good to be true that the beautiful vixen he'd saved, whom at first had met this rescue with tomboy indignity, was on her way to joining his squadron and at the very least expressed desire in sharing a life with him. Had he been the type to be superstitious or overtly sentimental, he might have pinched himself but Fox was pragmatic by necessity. As many odd things as he saw to the point that he considered himself worldly and impossible to shock, he took things as they came.

Fox rounded a corner and passed a notice in faded paint which read CREW DORMATORIES. That was when he saw the vixen wandering the corridor. Adjacent to the row of doors leading into the many dorms, most of which were unoccupied since the ship was built to accommodate a crew of two dozen if need be, was a panoramic view through one of the many windows. Though its hardened glass was smeared with paw- and hand-prints like most every other translucent surface, the view of the glowing specks big and small and in every color imaginable was mesmerizing to the largely earthbound vixen.

Krystal had glanced at Fox and so she wasn't surprised when he sidled up to her and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Pretty."

"Mhm," she agreed. "That cluster there," wistfully said Krystal as she pointed with a finger, though Fox couldn't tell one cluster from another, "what lovely colors."

A coy chuckle in his throat, Fox explained, "I meant you, but the stars are pretty, too."

Krystal laughed and blushed yet she swatted playfully at Fox before fully embracing him. Chest to chest and cheek to cheek, she cooed, "I'm glad you came back to see me."

"I made a promise," Fox winked.

The smile which crossed Krystal's face was infectious and Fox returned it. Krystal interrupted it when she kissed him on the lips. Shallow but affectionate, it conveyed more than simple puppy love to Fox. However she unconsciously, shyly dodged the affection when she glanced out the window and said, "I was simply wandering. I suppose if I'm to serve on this vessel, I'd best be familiar with it."

"Her," Fox said, to which Krystal looked at him queerly. Fox was grinning and he tried not to sound patronizing when he expounded, "Naval and spacefaring stuff. A ship is always referred to as a lady."

"Hah," Krystal laughed. "Then forgive me," she teased, "I didn't mean to disrespect your lady."

Fox winked. "I'll let it slide this time. Next time you're getting a reprimand." When the vixen merely chuckled and leaned into him, subtly shivering as she did for her largely nude body not used to the coldness of space, Fox wrapped his arms snugly around her but he saw it as an opportunity to talk business. "Pepper's sending us back to Sauria for some recon."

Ears perked and tail flitting, Krystal inquired with a simple and professional, "Oh?"

"Mhm," the tod said. "Something about a strange energy signature underground."

Krystal peeled off of Fox but stayed practically nose-to-nose with him. She sternly asked, "I should expect you to be careful. After all of that danger, to go back now and have something happen to you..."

A habit Fox always had was grinning if he happened to be embarrassed or flustered, and he was grinning at Krystal's concern. "Relax," he urged in a soft tone. "I know what I'm doing. Weird energy readings happen all the time, anyway. They're almost never anything dangerous." He winked. "Stuff like that only happens in movies."

"Movies?" Krystal asked with that queer, questioning and off-center gaze.

After a sheepish chuckle Fox said, "We'll get to that. I keep forgetting that everything is culture shock for you. But," he kissed her on the cheek, "I'm going to be fine, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," she cooed while giving him a squeeze which he returned. In this embrace they kept close together. As they gently swayed, Fox rumbled a reassuring growl as Krystal offered a purr of contentment.

It came as a surprise to Fox whom was utterly content to simply stand and cuddle the vixen with a view of the stars when her paws roamed. Being touched by her was no surprise for he had learned in their short time together how physically affectionate she could be, but there was obviously lewd intent in the way she stroked him.

Her paws brushed his hips but made their way around them quickly only to stop at the front of his shorts. She looked away to hide a mischievous smile when she shoved both paws down the front of his shorts and onto the tod's naked crotch. There she clutched his heavy, yet dormant cock in one paw as the other grasped his round and furry balls. For such an averagely-proportioned fellow, Fox proved to be very well hung with balls to match. His warm genitals filled Krystal's naughty paws to capacity.

Shocked though he was, Fox hotly groaned and huffed. Krystal's paws were so very gratifying if not unexpected. His own paws were akimbo as if he were afraid to touch her any longer, though the truth was that he was stunned at her forwardness.

The naughtiest of smiles creased Krystal's muzzle and looked to Fox from the tops of her emerald eyes as she crooned, "You're so large down there, Fox... Hm, and I never did properly thank you for rescuing me, did I?"

"Ah, no," Fox huffed and clasped his paws behind his back. Krystal's pert breasts made for an inviting place to rest his mitts, he thought, yet the pleasure of being felt up like so after such a long time alone was overwhelming.

It was fortunate for Fox that he wore such accommodating shorts, for Krystal was stroking up and down the hardening length of his shaft which very soon put a massive and unwieldy tent in the crotch. One soft paw kept to that heavy scrotum and showed it equal affection but her stroking paw was what had Fox shifting on his feet and panting like a dog.

"Fo-o-ox," she cooed quietly and sweetly when she clutched the blunt glans of Fox's cock. It disgorged such a massive wad of pre that she briefly thought she'd gotten him off before she realized that the texture wasn't that of semen.

"Oh, jeez," he groaned as he put a paw against the window for much-needed support. "What's, ah--, what's up?"

"Well," Krystal giggled, "you are." And with that she slid her paws out of his shorts and gave her pre-soaked fingers a sultry lick before starting towards her dormitory "Come with me, Fox. It's time for a hero's reward..."

Throbbing in his shorts and thrilled at the notion of sex yet awkwardly wondering just what all the vixen had up her sleeve, Fox took a moment in the hall to regain some composure. He watched as Krystal stopped at her door, looked back, winked and slipped inside before closing the door behind herself.

Fox squeezed his cock through his shorts. He shuddered in immense pleasure and decided that a surprise was just fine. But when he started for the door just a few steps away, Falco called to him and made him flinch.

"He-e-ey, there you are, Fox!" said the falcon from down the hall.

Though Fox was grateful to have Falco back, he had the distinct thought, I can't catch a break, can I?

"Hey, Falco," Fox said with a dry chuckle as he turned to face the bird.

"What's up, Fox?" the falcon casually asked. It was with a nod back the way he came that he said, "Since I'm back on this old rustbucket, you wanna mess around with the Arwings? Been a while since I tuned mine up, I figured it'd be--," but then his eyes, idly wandering, caught sight of the tod's swollen erection. "You, uh," he mused, "happy to see me or somethin', Fox?"

For all his huffing and stammering, Fox did nothing to silence Falco. I just saved the galaxy and here I am blushing and stuttering! he thought, berating himself.

Falco wasn't stupid. He had quite a sharp mind, in fact, and he knew the reason why Fox was so hard. "Thinkin' about that girl Krystal, huh?" he grinned. Fox's grunt confirmed it. "Not to be rude or anything, man," he chuckled, "but I don't blame you. That little loincloth thing? Sheesh, if I could just get Katt to wear somethin' like that!"

"Shut up, Falco," Fox groaned. "It's not any of your business, all right?"

Falco snickered mischievously, clapped a downy hand on Fox's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I can read you like a book, pal, you're thinking all about that blue vixen, ain't you? Stuck on the idea of wrappin' those legs all around the back of your head, eh?"

Fox shrugged off Falco's hand and turned to look out the window with his arms folded indignantly across his chest. It was clear to see that he was blushing but clearer than that was his erection which was throbbing even harder and by then at its full size, making such a tentpole of itself in the shorts that Falco couldn't help but stare at it.

The silence occurred to Fox after a few seconds. Very little could shut the razor-tongued bird up and Fox saw the perfect moment to strike. He bounced slightly on the tips of his toes to make his cock wag and he asked, "See something you like, Falco?"

"Ah, yeah--, no," Falco blurted. "...I'm gonna go mess around with the Arwings. Later, cock. Fox, I mean..."

Fox laughed and Falco picked up his pace to quickly round the corner. Still chuckling and grinning, Fox gathered up his nerve and walked over to Krystal's door. Not a second after he buzzed, it slid open.

--4

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd come to see me or not," Krystal smiled. As she stepped aside she said, "Please, come in."

As Fox walked in, Krystal got a good look at his profile and from the angle, the swollen rod of his cock was wholly apparent in his shorts. "Aha," she chuckled, closing the door with the push of a button, "I see I haven't left your thoughts." As they laughed playfully, she squeezed him close in a hug and fondly ground her muzzle against his.

"I don't think you ever will," Fox said. A coy grin was spread across his muzzle. "I have to admit something."

Krystal tilted her head.

"I'm really curious about what kind of reward you had in mind." He winked and smiled before he explained, "See, I've already got plenty of medals and plaques. I don't need anymore of those."

The vixen laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "Darn, I guess I'll have to do something else for you," she warmly growled. A striptease in an outfit as sparse as Krystal's wasn't a prolonged affair but it was certainly an exciting one. With a subtle belly dancer sway in her hips, she reached behind her back and popped the clasp that kept her top on. She held onto the ends of the straps and kept them mostly in place, but she allowed them to slip and give teasing peeks at the furred flesh beneath.

Krystal licked her lips and simply, suddenly let the top fall to the floor. The sight of the vixen's pert and naked breasts was arousing enough that Fox shivered and licked his own lips while his already-peaked cock pulsed with need. Its bulge noticeably rose and dropped with each throb as if the flesh were breathing. Despite appearing so calm and in control, Krystal wasn't far from panting and staring either.

But even with that lust undermining her thoughts, Krystal longed to reward Fox. Still swaying teasingly and by then self-conscious of her dancing, she turned smoothly to teasingly hide her naked breasts. She kept her tail flagged upward when she toyed with the hip clasp of her loincloth, but only for a short time. Compared to how drawn-out she had been with her top, she dropped the loincloth quickly to bare her athletic behind to Fox.

"There we are," she cooed. The sight of her rear was mesmerizing to Fox. "Do you like what you see?"

Fox grunted. Words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say a thing. Instead a groan came through his half-open mouth and a massive stain of pre soaked through his shorts chased by the heavy scent of male musk.

Krystal turned with a blush in time to see the stain spreading and she smiled tightly. "Oh, Fox," she chuckled, "you poor thing, you're so pent up." She wrapped her arms around him, squeezed him close and brushed her lips to his for a soft kiss.

A content sigh rushed past Fox's lips just as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue into Krystal's warm maw. The vixen was much too aroused herself to be a passive partner, however, and she wrestled tongues with the tod. Driven by love and lust, they lapped and suckled with neither fox getting too much control, though they seemed to prefer it this way.

It was such a magnificent kiss that had he been naked, Fox might have kept it unbroken and entered her but things were not so perfect. When he eased out of the kiss which Krystal unsuccessfully tried to keep going, he intimately panted against her muzzle, "I think it's my turn to show off..."

A smile spread across Krystal's blushing face when she obliged and stepped back but her fingers lingered on his chest in a gesture that almost drew them back together. When she finally pulled away, she pressed against the wall nearby and let out a gentle shiver at the feeling of the cold, steel bulkhead on her body.

Although he desired to make Krystal as happy as he could, Fox was much more pragmatic than the vixen in removing his clothing and he shucked his shirt quickly. The main event was in his shorts, of course. Krystal wanted to see what he was packing and he knew it. Smiling in his coy way, he unzipped and unbuttoned his fly. For a moment he held onto the waistband and the erect length of his cock was teasingly visible between the flaps before he shoved the shorts down to the floor anticlimactically.

Displaying blatant and almost exaggerated yet genuine surprise, Krystal pushed off of the bulkhead and padded closer. "I--, wow, Fox," she laughed, tentatively reaching for the flesh and glancing up at his face. He nodded obligingly, and so she took hold of it. "Just how big is this?" she mused while slowly and idly pumping its swollen length.

"Right about a foot long," Fox confidently churred. He folded his arms behind his head and stretched his whole body taut with a satisfied groan. "I've measured it before," he explained with a devilish smile.

Krystal dropped to her knees, this action putting a broader grin on Fox's muzzle. She pumped that swollen cock harder and faster, though everything she did was still idle. "It's so large, Fox," she cooed with his hip in her free paw. More and more, the flesh throbbed and bulged. Its shape was blunt-tipped, pink in color, and overall a handsome penis. Dangling beneath it and dressed in white fluff were balls comparable in size to plump oranges. Krystal took hold of them and she played with their bulk with a squeeze and a rub. It came to be that Fox's balls were as tender as his shaft, a fact demonstrated when he grunted and squirted a heavy wad of pre. The mess splattered across Krystal's muzzle like a small orgasm.

Startled but amused, Krystal licked her lips clean. What she couldn't reach she wiped off with her fingers only to lick them clean, though her snout was even then sticky with the tod's pre. Showing dreaminess in her grin, she purred, "You taste quite nice, Fox," and she capped it off with a sultry wink and a bat of her eyelashes which made Fox chuckle and blush.

By then Fox wasn't surprised by the vixen's forwardness. When Krystal grasped his penis again and began to lap and kiss wetly on the tip, he took it in stride with a deep moan in his chest. It was clear to him how much the vixen loved him already, but he guessed that a good amount of what she was up to was just her arousal - not that he could blame her or complain.

Of course, both foxes were aware that Krystal could tease with those lollipop licks and fond smooches only for so long. As the steady drool of pre from Fox's tip ran down and soaked into the fur of her breasts, Krystal was compelled not to waste the musky juice and she suckled the tip to gather a mouthful. "Delicious," she chuckled after a swallow.

"Thanks... You're so good at this," Fox cooed as he stroked the back of Krystal's head and smoothed down her hair. Somehow he managed to pet her without it seeming crude but she purred at the touch no matter the intent behind it. She paused her kisses and laps to gaze up to Fox even as his tip still leaked against her lips and chin.

Fox watched his pre sluice past her lips with a grin on his face. Seeing her wear his liquid musk like so was incredibly attractive. "You're beautiful, and just perfect," he said quietly.

The compliment made Krystal blush and giggle. She unhanded his cock and took hold of his athletic ass cheeks for a squeeze which made them flex and dimple cutely. With Fox in her grasp like so, she descended and gulped down his hot cock. She took in only a few inches, though Fox didn't mind. When she started to suck and bob, he groaned in genuine pleasure. "Aw, yeah," he absently crooned, closing his eyes and canting his head back. His knees quaked, his tail lashed, his toes curled and his cock not only leaked pre but delivered it in regular squirts.

Blowing Fox was filling Krystal's head with musk more than ever before, and not only was his pre intimately inside of her maw but his production of it seemed to increase at every turn, for there was always more and more to gulp down. Even a drippy tap of pre and Fox's obvious enjoyment wasn't enough for the amorous vixen, however. She reached between his rump cheeks with a paw and teasingly prodded his pucker. Since he didn't protest, she slid it inside.

Immediately Fox groaned out and put both paws on the back of her head. While stroking through her hair and rubbing her ears, he savored her beauty just like he savored her maw and finger. Just being sucked off would have been more than enough. He would have been content with a handjob, or to masturbate in her company. To get her mouth and a finger was just too perfect and he made it abundantly clear as to how much he liked the treatment. "I never would have thought you'd be the type to finger me," he grinned down at her.

The vixen intended to more boldly finger the tod from the beginning but his little comment marked the perfect place to push her plans forward. On top of her ongoing suckling, she wedged a second digit deep inside of Fox's snug entrance which coaxed from him a deep shudder.

"Ooh, it's really not something I brag about, but I love getting fingered and licked under my tail... You're hitting all the right spots," he weakly chuckled.

As if to remind the ace pilot that she was perfect for him, Krystal topped herself again when she pressed in closer and closer to his hips. After a huff through her nostrils to brace herself, she popped his cock into her throat and swallowed his thick flesh. Fox let loose with a little whine. After much effort and quite a lot of gulping, Krystal pressed her nose flush to the tod's crotch where she got another heavy whiff of his scent.

"Uhn, wow," Fox grunted through a bitten lower lip. He held onto Krystal's head and threaded his fingers through her hair as he panted, "You weren't kidding when you said you had a reward for me..."

The vixen would have giggled if she could have, but instead of amusing herself with Fox's cute behavior, she focused on the task at hand. Her gulping and sucking upon every inch of Fox's cock had him throbbing so very hard. Pumping his snug tail hole was definitely helping her cause.

Fox being the pent-up spacefarer that he was, he found it impossible to hold out. He wanted to last and squeeze every ounce of pleasure that he could out of the vixen's ministrations but they were too many and too great. As he huffed through his nostrils and grimaced with eyes shut and ears flat, he started to cum. His gifted size and virility nailed down the fact that he was hardly an ordinary man, even more so when ropes of his sticky, hot seed blasted down her throat. One after another they came, their potent mess coating her throat well, leaving the whole passage beset with gooey warmth.

Fox just kept cumming. Had he shot three or four of those massive ropes into her throat, she would have simply thought him to be very potent, yet he shot three or four salvos of ropes. Just when he'd start to shudder as if it were over, his shaft would twitch and out would come another squirt. It went on for less than a minute, but to Krystal, it felt like a pleasant eternity.

Once the orgasm did finally wane and Fox was left moaning and cooing, he expected Krystal to pull off and gasp for air. Though she did pull off, she took everything in stride, and after a few swallows to exercise her sore throat, she kissed the tip of his cock warmly. "How was that, Fox?" she purred to him, her voice no worse for wear.

"Oh, it was incredible," Fox shuddered. "You have no idea how great it was..."

Krystal stood, kissed his lips shallowly and backpedaled to the bed with a tight smile. There she draped herself on the blankets and with a languid brush on the bed she cooed, "Lie with me, Fox. Please."

It came as no surprise that Fox was especially content and cuddly in his afterglow. Smiling warmly, he joined Krystal and snuggled up close to her. He wrapped his arms around her for a pleasant tangle and then their lips smoothly met, hardly a surprise but still a wonderful touch. Through purrs and growls, both foxes suckled and lapped into the kiss. Krystal simply enjoyed Fox's closeness, but while Fox enjoyed Krystal's companionship, he also found the taste of his own cock and semen on her lips and breath to be a thrill. Suckling on Fox's maw, lapping his tongue and rubbing his ears made Krystal care for him all the more.

Fox's nose was keen and he could smell Krystal's pheromones. Only to himself, he acknowledged just how strong her smell was and had been for the whole time he'd known her, even as admittedly short a time that was.

Driven by an even split of selfish lust and abiding love for Krystal, Fox broke the kiss and both foxes emerged from it with a gasp. Starting with a nibble on her lip, Fox gnawed and smooched his way down Krystal's chin and neck and then between her breasts. Coming as no surprise was how he doted there by kissing one breast and flitting his tongue over the pert nipple.

Cooing and wearing a blushing smile, Krystal palmed the tod's ears. "That's wonderful, Fox," she whispered to him. If she had to be totally honest with herself, she craved his affections elsewhere but having her breasts tended to by such an attentive man was too nice to interrupt.

Swishing his long and bushy tail in arousal, Fox nosed over to the other breast and cupped it in a soft paw at the same time to support it, though by no means did her breasts sag. As young and athletic as Krystal was, her bust was almost entirely unaffected by gravity. Rumbling with blatantly lewd intent was Fox when he pressed his lips to the nipple and gave the nub a soft suck that coaxed out no milk, for Krystal had none to give, but the vixen did moan sweetly.

"Ooh, Fox," crooned the vixen whom bit her lip a moment afterward. "You know just how to touch a lady..."

Easing off of the nipple and chuckling ruefully, Fox lay his chin in the vixen's cleavage and he glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked exceptionally pretty. He took in her feminine features with a happy smile as he thought to himself what a lucky fellow he was.

Interrupting Fox's admiration was Krystal when she opened her eyes and glanced down at him. She couldn't keep from a sheepish laugh at his smile which only widened as she laughed. "All right, what's that grin about?" she coyly asked.

Fox scooted up further and smooched the vixen on the lips. "Just you," he whispered. "You're perfect." Her cheeks flushed and he smiled, this time with sultry flair and a wink.

As he moved down the vixen's nubile form, Fox peppered sweet kisses all the way from her neck to her navel but this time he skipped over her breasts aside from a few obligatory kisses between them. He rumbled and dipped his tongue into belly button which startled a ticklish giggle out of her. However, he didn't dote there for long. As cute as her navel was, sex was what they were both after. They had the rest of the night for cuddling and sweetness.

Upon nearing the vixen's pussy which emanated pheromones laced throughout delicate female musk, Fox shivered needfully. The vixen helpfully spread her legs for him and Fox wasted no time. After spreading her pussylips with two fingers, he lapped across the exposed and moist pink within. Lapping at the vixen's vaginal flesh made Fox tremble and his erection - which had never waned - drooled enough pre onto the bed to form an enormous stain. Smelling her had been one thing but tasting her was much more intense, for her musk filled his head and coated his tongue.

"Ooh, yes," Krystal shuddered, finding herself grinning. "Lick me harder, Fox," the vixen crooned, tweaking her nipples, the nubs still wet with Fox's saliva.

Loving it all as much as Krystal, Fox obliged her and lapped more intently upon her flesh, but soon he pushed his tongue deep into her silky walls. In his bolder laps, he encountered more of her enthralling scent and taste.

Krystal realized that some magic had been lost and that her flat-out lewdness wasn't as special as soft-spoken love, but sex was what she craved after so much time alone. Her own fingers were just passable, but to have a skilled man to tend to her needs for and with her was exactly what she needed. "Please, don't quit," she panted.

Amused and excited by the vixen's need, Fox smiled warmly. He wrapped his lips around the nub of her clit and much of the flesh around it, and he teased with his tongue and teeth. The sum of so much pleasure was nothing short of incredible for Krystal whom arched and thus bumped her pussy against the handsome pilot's face. Already she was lapsing beyond articulacy which left her merely groaning and huffing. She curled her toes tightly and her thighs pressed together around Fox's head.

Fox found it hard to endure Krystal's scent. It was so thick and heavy that it made him dizzy and left his cock throbbing harshly. Instead of keeping her pussylips spread, for she was damp enough that he could easily shove his tongue in, he reached up and played with her breasts much like she did herself. He palmed and tickled them as she more greedily groped the brunt of her soft mounds.

Simply teasing the vixen's clit and palming her breasts wore thin quickly for Fox. After letting off of that pink button, he pressed his jowls against her pussy fully and even managed to bump her tail hole with his chin. Growling into her loins and reverberating the female flesh, he suckled wetly and noisily on everything he could reach.

The effect was wonderful for Krystal. It left her yowling and whimpering almost ferally. With trembling paws she held the back of Fox's head and rubbed all over his scalp, crooning but in no coherent words, though her cries told him everything he needed to know.

Finally, Krystal came with astonishing force, matching Fox's earlier release in sheer intensity. Squirting again and again, she filled Fox's maw. He grunted in surprise and eased back from suckling, then merely keeping his maw flush to her and wide open. After only a few of those spurts, his mouth was full and he pulled back. He lost some of her juices but swallowed more than he spilled. Still the vixen continued to splatter her mess across the tod's incredulous, but content face, rendering his narrow snout soaked.

After a long and notably content sigh, Krystal relaxed. After releasing Fox's head from her thighs and interlacing her fingers over her belly, she laughed warmly and said, "You certainly know how to eat, Fox."

Fox kissed Krystal's pussy playfully before rising to his knees. He slurped his lips and cleaned them somewhat of the vixen's honey, and then he coyly chuckled, "And you can really squirt."

The vixen expected to be satisfied and content to merely cuddle and chat, but it seemed that the roaring orgasm Fox had given her was just an appetizer. Though her body wasn't quite ready for the main course, a few more treats beforehand was exactly what she wanted. Rather than feeling tired as an orgasm usually left her, she was instead more awake than ever. The vixen sat up, swished her tail and asked, "Fox?"

Still hard and dribbling pre all over the bed, Fox's cock pointed up at the vixen and briefly caught her eye. Smiling, he answered, "What's up?"

"Turn around for me," she grinned.

Tail almost wagging and face was split with a big, lewd grin, Fox turned smoothly on a knee and dropped down to his all-fours, putting his muscular rear on display. He kept his tail flagged high to proudly displaying his ass cheeks.

Fox wasn't surprised that Krystal put her paws on his behind and began to knead his taut cheeks but he was a bit startled when she spread them and bared the pucker of his tail hole. Even then, he kept quiet right up until she dragged her tongue across his entrance, though he still said no words, he just let out a long moan.

Immaculately clean and wonderfully tight, Fox's pucker winked as the vixen licked over it again and again. Each one of her soft laps coaxed deep, pleasant moans out of the pilot. Rivulets of his vulpine pre dribbled onto the bed and darkened the sheets. Pleased at Fox's obvious pleasure, Krystal lapped much more firmly. Every drag of her smooth tongue made Fox moan and croon.

"Aw, Krystal," Fox moaned with a twinge of desperation, his ears pinned flat. "It's been so long since anybody rimmed me, you're a dream come true."

Allowing herself one tight smile but saying nothing, Krystal wriggled her tongue against Fox's entrance and in turn, the pilot ground back against her face a bit, this an unconscious way of telegraphing just how good her licking was.

Squeezing Fox's cheeks and kneading the furred flesh in her fingers, Krystal earned more obliging moans from the tod, these sounds soft and mindless utterings of her skill, but that wasn't all - in the rush of the pleasure, much more lewd things passed his lips. "I didn't think I'd ever meet such a nasty girl in all my life," he chuckled softly to her and only her. Shooting spurts of pre and soaking her bedspread, he whispered, "I'm glad you're nasty, though. Just don't quit..."

Quitting was the last thing on Krystal's mind. Being so far along with her nose buried under Fox's tail, she knew that the only way to go was forward. Surprising the pilot yet again, she halted her licking and pressed her lips to his tail hole. At first she merely kissed it with love, and her reverence for his male form was clear as day, but suddenly she tightened her lips upon the pucker.

The feeling had Fox quirk an eyebrow and glance back albeit not far enough to look at the vixen. Whatever she was doing was new to him but he didn't speak, he simply let her explore. He was rewarded handsomely for his passivity.

Cheeks alight with blush, Krystal's eyes drifted shut and she began to suckle on the tod's entrance. The very first noise out of Fox's mouth was a startled gasp, but a resounding moan of pleasure followed just after.

Strengthening her resolve with Fox's appreciative moaning, Krystal bore down and suckled harder. Her cool nose rubbed into his thinly-furred ass crack but this contact was merely a tickle in sharp a contrast to the wet suckling. She found it difficult to keep the suction, but Fox cooed almost every time she broke the seal and made a new one.

Panting and flushed with ears splayed back and tail flagged high, Fox couldn't believe the pleasure and the act which he earned it from was unusual but not unwanted. "Ooh yes, that's great," he shuddered, rolling back his eyes and closing the lids tightly.

Krystal loved Fox's moans and sweet nothings. As she palmed his ass cheeks, she slipped her tongue beyond that anal ring for a quick tease before she resumed her suckling with greater skill and familiarity. Against her wet lips, Fox's pucker tensed much like the rest of his body was taut.

The amount of pre drooling from of Fox's cock was stunning. There was no doubt that the vixen would need to change her sheets after they were through. "Uhn, that's so good," the pilot bleated, his tail lashing and curling silently in the air. Harder by the second, Krystal suckled and licked. She groped his rear but ignored Fox's aching erection for the greatest tease of all.

Both foxes were blushing but it was obviously Fox whom felt more humbled. "Oh yeah, keep sucking it like that," he needlessly crooned, but the encouragement was a delight to the blue vixen.

Bunching up the sheets in his paws and curling his toes, Fox McCloud whimpered and grunted through clenched teeth. Krystal was suckling his clenched asshole by then with so much familiarity as to rarely break the seal; and when she did, it was usually of her own volition. With so much skill and tenacity behind her desire to please the tod, it was hardly any surprise when he finally cried out with a loud and inarticulate yowl. The way he clenched, he simply had to have been cumming - but no. Thanks to all his endurance, Fox's second climax still eluded him but his cock spat an enormous rope of slippery pre onto the bedspread.

Still under the assumption that the tod had gotten off, Krystal yet suckled but she eased off until she ended the act as she'd begun it: with a slurp across his tail hole.

Upon leaning to the side, she was surprised to see no semen, just a colossal stain scented of pre. Such an endurant man, she thought, smiling to herself. Well, that's certainly not a bad thing...

Setting aside her lewd pondering for the moment, Krystal stroked Fox's still-presented rear, her touch making the tod coo in benign pleasure. "You've got a lovely taste and scent, Fox," she said in a sultry purr.

"Heh," Fox chuckled with his blush ever-present, "thanks... That was really something new to me."

"I had a hunch," she said in a playful laugh. "But I do believe that's enough of such kinky things," she growled.

Turning on the cap of a knee to face Krystal, Fox grinned and swished his tail. "What's on your mind, then?"

Grinning as coyly as Fox, Krystal tickled under the tod's chin and tapped his nose to which it briefly wrinkled. "What's on my mind," she began, turning gracefully and dropping to her all-fours, "is the thought of having that cock of yours inside of me." For wholly unnecessary punctuation, Krystal lifted her tail high and swayed the blue fluff back and forth over her perfectly-shaped rear.

"Funny," Fox grinned, scooting closer. One paw on her hip and the other on his stiff member, he said, "I was thinking of the same thing."

For as eager a game as she played, Krystal's pussy was a snug one and Fox knew this well. Hence, it was with a gentle push that he entered her, staying wary of his size.

Even as he played it safe, Fox easily coaxed soft moans from the vixen. Her walls were snug around him not just for her own natural tightness, but because she was willing herself to grip down in an urge to feel Fox even more intimately.

"Ah, Fox," she crooned to him. Her toes curled and her eyelids drifted closed.

Krystal's moaning put a smile on Fox's face which was not lewd, but loving. As he dragged his tongue absently over his lips, he chanced a look down at the penetration and was quite proud to see his penis half-buried in her and still sliding in deeper. She felt just perfect around him in that her snugness proved ideal to his endowment. "You feel so amazing," he sighed to her just before he unhanded his shaft and instead held her hips for closeness.

"Yes I do," she chuckled, but it was weak and undermined by a pervasive moan. Toes curling tighter and pussy throbbing around Fox's throbbing cock, Krystal was very well pleased with the heroic pilot's lovemaking.

For a fraction of a second, Fox's expression was coy but unseen by the vixen. He decided to say nothing at all in response and let his cock do the talking, and to get its message across, he ground it in deeper against her hot walls. He was spreading her open wide and he knew it, but she was feeling only pleasure.

Then more than ever, Fox was leaking his copious pre. It went beyond the intended purpose of lubricating Krystal in that it overfilled her. The hot, natural lube dribbled out of her stretched pussy and onto the bed, though she had already demonstrated how little she minded messy sex.

A long-awaited moment arrived when Fox's hips pressed flush to Krystal's taut rear. Buried wholly in her humid depths, he let loose with a satisfied little growl and a swish of his tail to boot. Still keeping close to her to savor the moment, he leaned down and reached beneath her. As he cupped her breasts and kissed her neck he softly said, "I want to make you feel good..."

Krystal was smiling, but blushing hotly too. She turned her head as far as she could and just managed a kiss on his lips. "You are making me feel good, Fox," she shivered. "Now fuck me, come on," she grinned.

Such bluntness made Fox blush, but he grinned back. Krystal was definitely the kind of girl he'd been longing for. She was caring, sweet, beautiful, and sexually voracious. Words would have spoiled the moment. He just started to rut her, leaving subtlety for a gentler time. With great force, Fox's hips collided with Krystal's behind over and over, this a far cry from the gentle entry but it was nothing the vixen didn't already crave. She gasped and moaned for him but managed no words. Fox was as vocal, but his groans and growls were more often muffled by clenched teeth and pursed lips.

It didn't matter that Fox had gotten off so recently, and the same held true for Krystal. They were hopelessly aroused and this fuck was a long-awaited release for the both of them. Through lurid grunting and huffing, Fox pounded her ruthlessly and his heavy balls batted the backs of her thighs. Beset by lusting growls and desperate croons, Krystal did her best to rhythmically clench on the pilot's member but after a point, there was no hope in keeping up any kind of composure. It all degraded into raw sex.

Fox bit his lip and his eyes squinted but didn't quite close. That sweet, hot pussy was like an oven around his cock, a cock which had gone far too long without the love of a woman. His pre squirted out around the penetration, displaced in high-pressure jets which further soaked the bed.

The pleasure was intense for both foxes, but Krystal was easily becoming the more vocal of the two. Her pussy clenched and writhed desperately around Fox's meat and her modest breasts bounced and jiggled with the force of the bucking. Fox wasn't the only one who had gone too long without a lay - Krystal had almost forgotten what a big, hard cock felt like, but even then, the refreshed memories paled in comparison to the reality of Fox reaming her.

"Ooh! Ohh, Fox!" Krystal nearly whimpered. She wrapped her tail about his arm in an appeal of utter need. Clenching tighter and tighter without her consent was her needful pussy, and she could feel her whole body getting ready for that sweet, orgasmic release. Her only hope was that Fox's own orgasm would be close to it. To share afterglow with him would be perfect.

Fortunately for the vixen, Fox was so very close to her in that race. He was starting to pant and lose his composure as his plump balls pulled up taut. The wiles of that tight passage were too much for him to take anymore and as the vixen began to whine and shudder in her sweet female release, so too did Fox unleash his monstrous climax.

In open air, Fox's orgasms were a legendary sight as Krystal had already found out. Deep in the warmth of Krystal's body, it was another kind of beast entirely. His buried cock gushed with thick seed which overfilled her almost immediately, and the runoff soon drooled out of her well-loved pussy. By no means was it a small mess. It creamed her thighs and Fox's balls which were flush to her. Outdoing even the vixen's capacity to squirt, the tod emptied his overachieving load into her. Spurt after spurt put incredibly pleasurable pressure on her walls even as the spurts before it escaped her.

At that moment, Krystal was glad that Fox was buried in her with that iron-hard cock of his because she doubted if her quivering legs would support her, even kneeling as she was. Rather than risk it, Krystal slumped to the bed as she shuddered and crooned, still too dazed in pleasure to speak but her body language and unthinking vocalizations told Fox that she was a very happy girl.

"Ahh," Fox huffed as he leaned over Krystal and wrapped an arm around her middle. "Jeez, that was nice. I haven't had an orgasm like that in," he paused and vanished into thought before finally returning to finish, "well, a really long time."

The vixen giggled as Fox lay on his side and gently pulled her along. Content in spooning him with his cock still throbbing inside of her, she sighed to him, "I feel the same way... You were so wonderful."

--5

Mere minutes had passed. The two foxes were still huffing and rumbling in afterglow when Fox tiredly said, "Hey, you wanna go get cleaned up?"

Krystal considered. "All right," she agreed, though she wondered if she and Fox would simply get dirtier than they already were. It was hard to say she minded that possibility.

Each dorm had a bathroom with a shower stall. Bathtubs were rare on luxury starships and thus unheard of on a warship like the Great Fox. Fox noticed when he glanced at the mirror that Krystal had scrubbed it perfectly clean, but his attention didn't linger on the mirror for long. Less out of gentlemanly respect and more due to being closer to the stall, Fox turned the water on and adjusted it to a clement warmth before he stepped under with Krystal and slid the glass door shut.

The foxes weren't under the water long enough to soak their coats before they started to kiss. It was Fox who started with soft pecks and little nibbles as he meanwhile hold one of her supple breasts. The vixen deepened it with a lewd and playful growl. She slid her tongue into Fox's maw, teased over his gums and teeth and suckled his own tongue which spurred similar playfulness from him.

Although it was Krystal who was against the wall, she was cutely dominant when she stroked down Fox's wet backside and squeezed the hard cheeks of his ass all through the kiss. Everything about him was gorgeous, she thought. These were mutual feelings given how hotly Fox lusted after her even at an idle.

It came as no surprise that Fox grew hard again, though his cock slow to awaken, like a lazy serpent. Impossible to miss, it bumped the vixen's hips but she didn't look down. Instead she took hold of it in a soft, wet paw and she groped it tightly. Just as she had expected, the shower was just another backdrop for antics, but that was part of the fun.

After breaking off the kiss with a hot gasp, Fox seemed to be on the very same page. With a small, lame chuckle he said, "Ah, we're just getting even dirtier..."

A smile and a wink later, Krystal gave Fox's meat a squeeze before trying to maneuver around the handsome pilot. The stall was too narrow but Fox was content to oblige her and he turned to face the glazed glass, giving his matted-down tail a curious flick.

In wrapping her arms around Fox's toned form, Krystal savored his athletic musculature. She loved it all, from the sinewy lines to the hard formations of muscle. More casually she brushed her fingers down over his stomach but Fox didn't mind the sudden breeziness. He cooed when she predictably took hold of his penis, by then only half-mast yet already a thick and impressive specimen. Her soft strokes and fond squeezes coaxed Fox to shiver and growl, each with equal enthusiasm. With endurance which couldn't be worn down, Fox found himself getting hard at Krystal's insistent touch once more. His cock filled out her slender fingers.

Krystal pressed flush to the pilot and roamed his hard body with one paw yet jerked him with the other. On the subject of Fox's stamina, Krystal distantly wondered how many times in a row he tended to masturbate on his own, but she decided it was an idea to ponder later. Right now Fox was in her capable paws and she wanted to give him her undivided attention. Palming and squeezing his swollen penis coaxed him to croon and sigh, but gripping the shaft and the glans especially drew out greater wads of his pre. Most of them splattered against the shower door if they didn't soak into Krystal's fingers.

The vixen's unencumbered paw stroked down Fox's front side until it came to his balls. Upon those she squeezed and kneaded, but never too roughly. Fox's gentle groans made her smile, and she stroked him harder and faster. "I like the noises that you make, Fox," cooed the vixen with a smile and a timid nuzzle against the back of his neck.

"Aw, heh," Fox chuckled, suddenly made self-conscious.

Krystal detected that Fox was a little shy. Cute though it was, she liked him in pure pleasure. A little massage for his ego would fix things right up. "Such a thick and satisfying cock," crooned Krystal as she tugged it upwards for emphasis. "Such a handful and a mouthful, and it fills out other things too."

Fox was suddenly grinning lewdly and chuckling to match. Hearing Fox's gentle laugh made Krystal grin too. In her paw, Fox's flesh throbbed so very much and she was very thankful that of all the heroes who could have rescued her, her savior was a well-hung fellow like Fox. While hefting his scrotum, she cooed, "Ah, and these wonderfully big balls of yours. So heavy and thick in my paws." Krystal's compliments tapered off but she didn't stop masturbating Fox. Her pace quickened, in fact. She adored his renewed shivers and moans and the honest, pure pleasure they denoted.

"Uhn, that feels so great," moaned Fox as he braced his paws on the frosted, fogged glass of the shower door. It creaked in its moorings but didn't come loose.

"Does it, Fox?" Krystal asked with her seductive churr. By then her stroking paw was a blur. She alternated between squeezing his balls and teasing his taint and she could feel his muscular body tensing against her own.

The lovely Krystal knew exactly what was happening. It was simply a formality when Fox gasped, "Ooh, jeez, I'm cumming again...!"

Even having seen what she had, Fox's orgasm didn't fail to astound the vixen. For so much seed to be in even such plump balls seemed impossible but such was the tod's anatomy. He loosed countless ropes of his cum and all the vixen could really do was hold onto his throbbing cock. The earliest ropes bore the most weight and volume. These splattered against the hard glass audibly over the hiss of the shower and left huge, milky smears. Spray bouncing off of their slicked coats speckled the sticky mess but Fox added a second, third, and then a fourth coat to the mess. More ropes still coming, Krystal aimed Fox's penis and watched over his shoulder, blush-cheeked and wide-eyed as the pilot dumped his heavy nuts. So much semen squirting with such force saw the mess splatter as high as eye-level. Though the cum was at its thinnest there, it was still an impressive mark.

"I... Wow, Fox," Krystal blurted and laughed. She was too shocked to say anything more intellectual.

"Hah! Yeah, wow," Fox chuckled. He remained braced on the glass as he looked over his mess. It was lazily dragging itself down to the floor where it washed down the drain but the densest smear would need to be hosed down with the shower head. For the moment he just turned and pressed close to Krystal. For a brief but tender moment his warm lips met hers. No tongues came into play, but both foxes growled warmly.

Fox and Krystal fondly washed each other without speaking. Their eyes and cute smiles said everything when they happened to look straight at each other. Krystal was as appreciative as ever of Fox's body and she manually rubbed shampoo into his fur with her bare paws, but Fox was a bit more modest and used a washrag on Krystal's body. They were brief but not bashful about their erogenous zones and when their bodies were clean, Fox hosed the gelling mess of his semen off of the shower door. Together they dried off, mostly doing so themselves but helping each other with the hard-to-reach places.

They stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into Krystal's quarters refreshed and dewy. Krystal broke off from Fox's trajectory and stepped close to her window. Through the blast-proof glass was a vista of glittering stars and kaleidoscopic clouds of cosmic dust from collapsed stars and galaxies. There was much beauty in this and none lost on Krystal, but still she distractedly asked Fox, "Would you stay for the night?"

Fox found her tone to be soft, not needy. It promised closeness and much more sex. It was so tempting, but the mission came first and Fox mentally praised himself for still having that resolve. While he slipped his shorts back on and fetched up his tee, he said, "Sorry, Krystal, but I have to get ready to head back to Sauria."

Slowly Krystal turned on her heel and pressed her back to the wall. Starship bulkheads were always chilly, especially so to a damp vixen. The chill made her shiver and her nipples stiffened. Despite the cool surprise, her expression was clearly one of disappointment and she nodded once.

"Hey," said Fox with his best charmer smile, "I'm gonna make this up to you, I promise." Fox stepped closer to her, his feet moving silently on the metal floor.

"You promise, do you?" Krystal asked with a coy smile and a bat of her eyelashes.

Fox pressed against her and softly pinned her to the bulkhead. She didn't mind his pressure, and she pushed back into him to show her appreciation for the proximity. "Promise," he reiterated in a whisper before he kissed her. Soft, shallow, and very gentle, it said I love you with no lewd connotation

Touching noses with Fox but no longer kissing him, Krystal smiled. "Good luck tomorrow."

Then came a slightly cocky smile from Fox. On his handsome face it showed a naive quality, one betrayed by his thoughtful eyes. "I don't really need luck, but I take it where I can get it."

Krystal chuckled and nudged Fox away but the playful glint in her eyes told him that she wanted to play some more. They could have spent the whole night fooling around in one way or another, and that was why Fox's smile was a sad one when he backpedaled from the nude, smiling vixen.

"Goodnight," Fox said as the door whispered open.

"Goodnight, Fox," Krystal replied. Her words were punctuated by the closing door.

Despite the reluctant parting, Fox had a spring in his step on the walk back to his room. He didn't pass any of his crewmates but if he had, they would have seen him to be practically glowing. Being intimate with Krystal did wonders for his long-neglected senses of love and companionship.

His door whispered open and there was his home, the small bachelor pad he had made for himself in the Great Fox's metal belly. Not a single area of the ship had been fitted with carpeting but Fox had made an area rug out of some he had pilfered during a lazy afternoon's salvage operation. It was red and badly crushed but he liked the way it felt under his feet. It made his room a haven away from the rest of the ship.

Fox walked past his trophy case. Its oak shelves were decked out with innumerable medals celebrating valor and honor. A big silver chalice read Cornerian Flight Academy 72nd Annual Competition - 2ND PLACE WINNER FOX MCCLOUD. The first-place trophy was in Falco Lombardi's quarters. Behind glass in the center of the case was a dusty old Star Fox flight jacket, this one tan and long-sleeved. The name James was stitched on the breast and Fox peered respectfully at it as he padded past.

As much as Fox wanted to keep feeling emotional, he needed to switch that off so he could sleep. Work would occupy his mind, which had been eased into a lower gear by sexual release. He slid open the door on the closet and looked through his things. He flipped past his casual t-shirts and generously-crotched shorts and pants on the way to his work gear. He selected his green sleeveless flight suit and he paired it with a sleeveless vest for a familiar explorer's outfit outfit. He needlessly checked the pockets, ran his fingers along the seams and found no flaws as usual. The closet would remain open with the chosen outfit in plain view.

There was nothing more to do, and Fox had managed to shift his excitement from Krystal to the job ahead. Calmly he shed his clothes and left them in a lump on the floor before climbing into bed. Fox expected to lie awake for hours, but he was relieved by easy sleep.

--6

Fox woke just minutes before the alarm he had set. He grinned with bleary eyes at the dim LEDs on his clock, and he felt some pride for his body clock as he sat up and shut off the alarm. His mannerisms were those of an average man getting up on the weekend. First he sat on the edge of the bed to stretch, then he yawned until his jaw popped, and he rubbed the grit from his eyes with the backs of his fists. He made it a point never to be cocky when it was time for a mission but he secretly expected a cakewalk.

When he stood he ordered the lights to brighten. It was driven by a simple speech parser he and Slippy had hacked into the local processors for the dorms and it worked well for adult voices. This flaw was a source of endless frustration for the high-register Slippy. It was great amusement for everyone else. Even now the memory made him chuckle. He slipped his suit on with a smile.

Fox looked himself over in the mirror and he liked what he saw. His outfit clung tightly and accentuated musculature and other attributes. His penis thus made a notable outline, though it wasn't lewd so much as it was unavoidable.

Before he stepped out, he glanced through the window and saw Sauria looming hugely outside. The Great Fox was in orbit around the dinosaur planet.

Keeping his confidence in check, Fox left his room for the mess hall through in the drone of the air scrubbers and the resonance of the idle engines felt throughout the ship. To him these noises didn't exist. Even after returning from a few weeks on Sauria, all he heard on his ship was peace and quiet broken up by the steady sounds of his boots on the deckplates.

Like everything else in the confines of the ship, the Great Fox's mess hall was built massive to accommodate a full crew. Even with the entirety of the Star Fox team eating and talking inside, it felt empty and hollow, but it was familiar to those in it.

Fox passed Slippy and Peppy whom conversed and laughed over a blueprint the frog was doodling. "Morning, Fox," said the hare in his scratchy old voice. Fox nodded at him but kept walking for the food replicator. At the well-used old machine, Fox was quick to decide on a bagel, a bowl of oatmeal, and a cup of coffee. Dull but practical, it was the kind of meal that was easy to keep down in zero-g flight. He took his things, glanced at the tables and saw the blue bird Falco sitting by himself.

The falcon looked up from the magazine he was reading when Fox sat down opposite him. "Hey, Fox," he coolly said.

"Morning, Falco." Fox took a bite out of his bagel, ripped it off at the other end and dipped one of the halves in his coffee.

In a way that was familiar to Fox, Falco grinned. "Ready for the mission?" he snidely asked.

After he swallowed what was in his mouth, Fox said, "Uh-huh. I doubt if it's gonna take very long, I'm pretty sure I cleaned house when I was there last time."

"Still better watch it, huh?" Falco glanced down at his magazine but slid it away when he decided he was more interested in talking to Fox. "That ape-turned-freakin'-brain nutjob Andross doesn't seem like he's ever gonna die, so who knows what the heck's going on down there now." Resting an arm on the table and giving Fox his best coy look, Falco asked, "So hey, you need a wingman?"

Fox couldn't tell if Falco was genuinely concerned or just bored. With someone like Falco, it could have been both. He smiled and said, "I don't think so. Should go smoothly. You can stay and hold down the fort."

"Yea-a-ah, if you say so," Falco shrugged. He did his best not to look disappointed. "Heck, I bet I could do it blindfolded anyway. No challenge."

Not many lights were on in the mess hall. The ones that did glow cast their light on the crew and left the edges of the room in darkness that might have seemed disturbing to some but was quite common on any space vessel. Krystal entered through the dark edge of the room. She had come from her dorm to see Fox off and the tod didn't notice her until she was behind Falco. The foxes exchanged smiles before Krystal mischievously wrapped both paws around Falco's face. When his eyes were covered, he squawked.

"Hey! You ever been bit with a beak? Cut it out!" he grunted while he swatted at her paws.

Krystal dodged the swats but kept her paws determinately on Falco's face. "You could do it blindfolded, is that so?"

"All right, all right!" Falco huffed, though even he was grinning once Krystal stepped away to get her own food. "Anyway, Fox, just take care. You got that?"

"No problem, Falco," Fox said while he ate his oatmeal. It had no flavor, but it was seasoned with hunger.

The vixen took a seat beside Fox with an identical meal. Fox glanced at it and realized she simply recalled the last order. It occurred to him that she wasn't familiar with the food most of the galaxy ate, and the thought that she was about to experience hot coffee and bland oatmeal for the first time made him wonder if she'd actually make it through the meal.

Interrupting Fox's culture-shock pondering was Falco. "If something happens to you, if you don't come back," said the bird with a serious look at Fox, a glance at Krystal, and another prolonged look at Fox, "I'll take care of Krystal."

Krystal laughed and then sipped her coffee. Clearly she wasn't sure what to think of black coffee, but the taste opened her eyes wide for a moment.

"Very funny," Fox scoffed and grinned. The three of them managed to eat without too many more jokes.

--7

His stomach full and his mind ready, Fox took to the hangar while his crew went to the bridge to act as mission control. There wasn't very much to do with most of the systems for docking and takeoff under automatic control, but they would be there for moral support all the same.

Fox typed on a console linked to the pad which kept his Arwing anchored down. The physical moorings retracted into the deckplates with violent metallic clanks. First the Arwing stood still on its three legs, but then it hovered as if on a cushion of air. Its legs retracted, the cockpit opened, and steps emerged from the flank which Fox quickly hopped up on. He braced his gloved paw on the edge of the cockpit, twisted into the seat and made the ship bounce on its cushion of anti-gravity Everything inside was intimate and familiar. With a few blind button presses he closed the cockpit, primed the engine, and linked up with the bridge. For his troubles, he got a live video feed of Peppy's gray old face.

The rabbit appeared fisheyed from leaning too close to the console lens. "Hey, Fox," he wheezed before settling back in his seat. "We've still got the old flight coordinates from the last mission but Pepper sent over some new ones. You should see them in your nav right now."

Fox said nothing and checked his navigation computer. There were the coordinates for Sauria's Thorntail Hollow, a ways off from the landing site he had used on his previous visit. "I have them right here," he answered with an even tone.

"Good!" Peppy said. "You're cleared for takeoff whenever you're ready. Air traffic's clear. Slight debris field around Sauria from back when the planet broke apart - nothing you're not used to slipping through, right?"

Fox chuckled. "Debris fields are one of the first things they teach you to deal with in hands-on flight academy. I think I can handle it."

"All right, Fox," Peppy said. He glanced to the side to a voice Fox couldn't hear. Now Peppy turned back with a coy smile on his dry old face. "Falco says the offer stands."

"Acknowledged and declined," Fox grinned. "Departing the Great Fox now."

Neither Fox nor his friends on the bridge harbored any anxiety as he idled his nimble Arwing out of the Great Fox's belly. With modern force field technology, there wasn't even a need to decompress the hangar bay. Friendly ships could simply phase right through the glistening wall of energy into the harsh vacuum Once Fox cleared the hangar entrance he gunned the engines and he couldn't help but grin at the scream and power of the thruster. He took off with a blue haze of burnt plasma in his wake.

Fox slipped through the debris field easily and blasted a few looming chunks of rock from his path with the twin lasers under the wings. Flying was a primal thrill for him and he felt most at home soaring through the sky or the vast emptiness of space. But despite loving to fly, he didn't drag out the flight.

As Fox descended, he watched the ocean beneath give over to trees of a dense jungle. This was a humid environment for sure, but it wasn't a hellhole like some places on Sauria could be. His true destination was too dense with trees to land in, but he came down in part of the grassy clearing that was Thorntail Hollow. The friendly namesake dinosaurs watched him land with timid interest.

Up went the hardened glass of the angular cockpit dome and Fox bounded out of the ship with no use of the steps. He landed firmly on his boots and dropped to a crouch. Feeling warm dirt and soft grass underfoot made him glad to be back, but it also saw him long for the Great Fox. In that moment he wasn't sure if he wanted to linger or work quickly. Peppy's hailing interrupted his dilemma.

"Glad to see you made it, Fox," said Peppy. His voice came through clearly in Fox's handheld communicator, a more comfortable alternative to his helmet and its headset. "Here's some ground coordinates. Have a look around, there ought to be a... A cave or a fissure near the landing site, can you see anything?"

It was high noon on this part of Sauria. The local star's warm light made Fox's job easier and he found a conspicuous but natural parting in the smooth face of a bluff. He walked the plants down and yanked a few up to make room. Clearly he needed to crawl to get in. "I found it, I think," Fox said.

There was a pause. It was a hitch in the signal. Peppy said, "We'll monitor your location. Be careful, Fox."

"Thanks, Peppy," Fox replied.

Fox knelt in the thickets and swayed his tail unintentionally as a matter of curiosity. Peering inside was fruitless since his eyes were too dilated from the sun to be much use underground. He reached back for his flashlight, a heavy-duty little thing with a depleted smart bomb core for a battery. It was inert as an explosive but inexhaustible as a light. He squinted, covered his eyes and cast the light into the hole and saw only narrow walls. Thankful for his lack of claustrophobia, Fox squirmed into the hole and just managed to fit with his backpack.

Squirming through the nooks of the earth put Fox's flexible body to the test. Darkness pervaded but his jury-rigged flashlight cut through it easily. Thanks again, Slip, he thought as he held it tight. He was thankful when the crawlspace gave over to a fissure big enough to walk in. For a time he had to crouch, and twice he bumped his head before the fissure widened out to a massive chasm. Down below was an enormous aquifer's worth of pure, drinkable water, but only after a fatal drop.

Keeping his wits about him and the light close, Fox proceeded deeper into the bowels of the earth. Just a bit further into this chasm, everything changed. Natural formations and water-beaten caverns gave over to the accents of temples not unlike the many other places of worship which dotted Sauria. The familiarity was upended by slabs which glowed of their own accord in prismatic hues and rendered Fox's light unnecessary, though he was too awestruck to turn it off.

Fox stopped mid-step and shook off some of the amazement. He quickly dug out his communicator. "Hey - Peppy! Peppy?" he called only to be answered by the dull hiss a dead signal. Not even Sauria's exceptional magnetosphere came through in the form of noise. Anything and everything was nullified on these grounds.

Fox willed his legs to move, and he pushed further into the glimmering cavern to enter the temple proper. Its entrance was a wide-open yawn which doors had never obstructed. He passed by muted gold pillars which glowed like prisms up and down their lengths. The glows played over the moving figure of his body and made weird stencils out of the shadows, including his own. Past these pillars was an open chamber bearing an altar in the middle. Steps leading up to it suggested a place of worship.

Up the steps, Fox made himself eye-level with the pedestal. In the cup of the altar was a gem. Its color was a luscious candy red more vibrant than a ruby and clearly not that precious element. This was something alien, and Fox could see its power and value even with his untrained eye. Instinctively he knew that this gem was magnificent.

"Oh... Wow," Fox said under his breath with his mouth agape. He stood behind the altar with fingers splayed above the gem as if he were afraid to touch it. He was compelled to take it not by otherworldly influence but simply because it was so unbelievably pretty. Finally curiosity got the better of him. He lifted it and turned it this way and that as he looked it over. It would have made an incredible gift for Krystal, a souvenir from Sauria she would never forget.

Fox didn't realize how far time got away from him as he wandered the platform of the altar, all the while gazing at the gem in different lights and at different angles. Ten minutes had passed in silent admiration. Instinctively he knew that taking the gem was wrong, but he wondered what the harm was. Simply lifting it from its altar had done nothing. The prisms still glimmered. No earth caved in around him. There was no divine retribution for pilfering the bauble. He took off his backpack, opened it up, slipped the gem inside and gave it one more longing gaze as he zipped the pack closed.

There was nothing more to see or do and no paths to explore from that point. Fox made his way back up through the chasm and back into the fissure. With the big gem in his pack, he had to slip it off and shove it along in front of himself so he wouldn't get stuck in the crawlspaces.

Near his Arwing, giving Thorntail Hollow one last look. He felt a little guilt and a bit melancholy. Fox pushed the negative thoughts away and instead thought about how much Krystal would like the gem. With a smile, he bounded up into his Arwing and took off for the stars.

--8

Fox could dock his Arwing without the tractor beam, and often he enjoyed the challenge, but he killed the thruster and let the Great Fox drag him in automatically this time. Weighing heavily on his mind were the many strange sights he'd seen in the underground, and he used his idle minutes of docking to ponder them more. Those mesmerizing lights, the peaceful aura of the temple and the pilfered gem in his backpack would be in his thoughts forever, but all of it was temporarily pushed to the side when his landing gear descended and the cockpit obligingly opened.

The tod held his backpack by one of its straps while he climbed out of the Arwing and he used the retractable steps in lieu of athletically bounding down to the deckplates. Landing on soft earth was easy - hard steel was less forgiving on the knees.

All of the crew milled around the hangar bay. Falco tinkered with his own ship on the sidelines but Peppy, Slippy and Krystal greeted Fox as soon as they could.

"It's good to see you back, Fox," said Krystal. She and Fox shared a smile and a gaze.

"So you said you'd fill us in when you got back - what did you see, Fox?" Peppy asked in his friendly, scratchy voice. Absently he rubbed his chin. His hare ears, long since broken in a few spots, drooped tiredly.

With enthusiasm that couldn't be faked, Fox told his audience almost everything. The chasm; the subterranean temple; the glimmering prisms and the altar, but he left out the gem. Everyone including Falco listened raptly, Krystal most of all with wistful eyes.

"So the readings were a natural occurrence?" asked the hare.

"Uh-huh," Fox answered, quickly beset by Krystal in a loose hug.

"Well, it's good to know nothing foul was happening," said the vixen. She pecked his cheek and swished from her tail. Fox blushed and returned her smile. "I'm glad that you're all right."

Fox wrapped his free arm around Krystal and rubbed her naked shoulders. He loved to feel her warm fur and flesh beneath his fingers. Through his fingerless gloves he could feel her as he wanted. Looking Peppy's way he said, "I'd better tell the general, at any rate."

Everybody agreed, though Falco stayed behind to examine his Arwing while the rest of the crew headed for the bridge. There Fox took to his worn-out command chair, Slippy and Peppy to their own posts, and Krystal to a seat she had not yet grown familiar with. Peppy opened an encrypted channel to General Pepper's office without needing to look at the controls and the old dog immediately answered. His jowly face appeared in holographic form.

"General Pepper here," he said in his typical energetic bray. "Good to hear from you again, Fox."

"Likewise, general," Fox smiled. "I'm just back from Sauria. I think found the source of the energy readings. It wasn't Andross or any outside sources, just a... A temple," he shrugged, "under Sauria's crust. I'll send you a data packet with all of the readings we took in orbit and in my recon."

"Excellent work, Fox. We're in your debt now and forever. I'm just relieved to know we've seen the last of Andross!"

"I sure hope we have, general," Fox murmured.

Pepper nodded sagely. "Safe travels, Fox. I'll be sure to shake your hand the next time I see you on Cornerian soil. Pepper out!"

When Pepper's image fizzled out, Fox sat back and yawned. Adventuring was a tiresome and messy affair. "I'm beat, you guys," he said and swept his gaze from Peppy to Slippy and then to Krystal. The genuine sleepiness in his eyes precluded any sex and Krystal could see that. "Wake me if something comes up."

Slippy was quick to tell Fox goodnight. Krystal told him so with a kiss and a squeeze. Tired old Peppy was snoozing in his chair and Fox let him be.

Alone in his quarters, Fox went about his bedtime routine. He set his backpack aside, hung his gear back in the closet and had a quick, hot shower to wash the dirt from his fur. He came out nude, dry and ready for bed, and he stretched with a sigh. He felt his compact muscles flex, thought about how Krystal admired them, and cracked a wry smile.

Fox admired his nude form in the mirror. Straight on, he flexed his arms, puffed his chest out and loved the result. Perhaps it was vanity, but he always liked to look at his body, and knowing that Krystal enjoyed it made everything better. Fox turned on his heel and mentally praised himself for such a smooth turn. Tail held high, he looked back and further admired himself by perusing his flexing, taut ass cheeks. Down between his legs he could see his own balls hanging low like plump fruit. The thrill of his athletic body and the afterglow of the recon soon had him huffing in excitement and he took to the bed to tend to his needs. He sat only on the edge and planted his feet on the crushed carpeting. With no delay, he grabbed his swelling penis sharply.

Fox pleasured himself with firm but modest pumps which served only to bring out his full erection. By the second, his shaft grew harder and its girth filled his paw in a familiar way. Surprisingly, when he started to really jerk off it wasn't in complete self-admiration. He rather thought about how much Krystal had loved his endowment. Knowing that such a sexy vixen savored him was very good for his ego and it left him stroking hard and fast while panting and moaning. Krystal dominated his thoughts, whether they were sexual or not. He conjured up the athletic lines of her body, the supple curves of her breasts and ass cheeks. Just recalling the feel of her female form in his palms was shiver-inducing and he squirted thick wads of pre to accentuate his lust. Harder and faster pumping smeared the pre all over his cock and excess ran down and soaked into his fur.

Fox stroked so fast that his paw was like a blur. Any friction of his fur on his pink flesh was removed entirely by copious pre and all that remained was pure pleasure. He felt like he could stroke for hours, and his endurance was potent enough for it. The only thing he could think of was Krystal and how perfect she felt up against him and in his grasp, but his train of thought drifted to more than just sex. Her happiness and her perception of him also mattered a great deal to him, and it was the apex of that line of thought which reminded him of the gem he had taken. Suddenly he was all too aware of it and was compelled to touch it. He wiped his paw on his thigh, grabbed his backpack and sat back down again.

Quickly he had the gem in his paws and he held it not far above his throbbing shaft. Even under the clinical lights of the Great Fox, the gem was marvelous and the deep red color made him smile absently. "Krystal is gonna love you," he said lowly to the gem in a voice a hair above a whisper. He turned the stone over and over and perused its every facet. By all means it was a flawless gem, undoubtedly priceless, and he could only guess at how stricken Krystal would be.

She'll love it like she loves my body, Fox thought through a wistful sigh. More strongly than ever he thought of beautiful, supple Krystal underneath him. Her groaning in bliss, Fox grunting in manly exertion, his strong cock reaming her tight pussy, and her tail hole as a fun aside.

In its core, the gem began to glow. It shone through the facets but was too feeble to see with the lights on. Tenuously related to the gem, Fox's thoughts grew dirtier and his fantasies more intense as he palmed the stone and gazed on it. Constantly he thought of Krystal in greater harmony with his own lust. In one of his dirtier moments, he rubbed the stone against his dribbling penis. In tune with Fox's thoughts but not the brief frot, the stone shone brighter still and it finally caught Fox's eye.

Awestruck and dragged away from his fantasy by the surprise, Fox looked more intently into the stone despite instinctively knowing better. Under his attentive gaze it brightened and brightened and soon overwhelmed the lights in the room with a cherry-red glow. Just when it seemed that the stone could glow no brighter, a tight beam with perfect cohesion shot from the gem's surface and into Fox's pupil. He felt no pain, and in fact felt nothing at all and his consciousness fled him.

--9

From Fox's lips came an inarticulate, tired moan. He rubbed his head in instinct rather than pain, and he slowly pulled himself up to a seated position. Despite having no idea what had happened, he felt strangely calm and he stood up to look for the gem. He thought it might have rolled under the bed, but when he looked he saw only the usual collection of dust bunnies and old boots. Next he checked his backpack under the notion that he hadn't inspected it at all. It wasn't there, either.

The search ended in exasperation and he glanced at the body mirror. What had once excited him enough to start him masturbating now seemed dull and silly. Souring his mood was regret for having lost the gem. Just on a whim, he glanced down at his groin - something Krystal liked, on the bright side. What Fox saw when he looked at his crotch deserved the double-take he gave it, and what an appropriate reaction it was, for where Fox had had one penis, he now sported two. They were aligned neatly side-by-side, both eight inches flaccid and flawlessly identical. It was Fox's familiar, big cock, squared.

"Ah! What the heck is this!?" Fox gasped. He looked straight down with paws open and akimbo as if afraid to touch either penis. In the shock, so many thoughts raced through Fox's mind but one stood above them all: What was Krystal going to think of him? Would she love a freak with two cocks? Would anybody?

To steel himself, Fox called on his training. He brought his heart rate down with some deep breathing and he tried to shun the thoughts of Krystal leaving him. Aloud he said, "Okay... Okay. I'm all right." Under his breath he unconvincingly hissed, "Totally normal." All the deep breathing in the world couldn't stop Fox's paws from shaking, but he still lay them on his twin cocks. He couldn't tell which was the original, if either. Both were offset to be perfectly aligned on his groin. Under his fuzzy fingers, both cocks felt familiar like old friends. The way his fur tickled his flesh was well-known to him and the pleasure was mild but real. Fox didn't try to masturbate, but he rubbed and tweaked to be sure that there wasn't some flaw he was unaware of. In the back of his mind he wondered if he was dreaming, but the more pleasure he felt, the less he wondered.

It began to occur to Fox that the gem, whatever otherworldly thing it was, had somehow fed off of his thoughts. It made perfect sense to him the more he pondered. There was nothing more he wanted than to pleasure Krystal as much as he possibly could, and what better way to do that than with a perfect copy of a cock she already loved? Well... Thanks, wherever you went, Fox thought for the gem.

Having rationalized his experience made it no less jarring. Fox wanted the council of a friend, and he and Falco had always been open as platonic male friends were apt to be. They had seen each other naked in the shower more than once, and on a few occasions they had casually jerked off together. Fox slipped on his shorts and a tee before he left for the falcon's dorm.

--10

Fox expected every step to be awkward, but he was stunned by how natural his two penises felt. There was an odd symmetry in the way each shaft slid down a leg hole of the shorts which made for a confusing, if not easier to ignore pair of bulges. At this hour, he encountered none of his crewmates and he was thankful for that.

At Falco's door, Fox hit call button at the side, and inside a buzzer buzzed. From within came Falco's breezy words: "Hey, it's open."

Fox let himself in and saw Falco on the floor. The handsome bird was stripped down to a white undershirt and flattering boxer-briefs, and he was doing pushups on the hard deckplates, sometimes with just one arm. "Hey, Falco," Fox said quietly and a bit shakily. In Falco's spartan quarters, there was never anywhere to sit but the bed. That was where the tod sat without needing an invitation.

The bird mentally counted to an even number of pushups before he stood up straight, stretched out and joined Fox. "What's up, Fox?" he asked and clapped the tod on the shoulder. He was hot from his workout but Fox didn't shy away from his touch.

Guilt and unease underscored Fox's thoughts, but he reasoned that if he couldn't confide in Falco, he couldn't confide in anybody. "I didn't tell the whole truth about what I saw on Sauria," he blurted. While he didn't consciously avoid Falco's eyes, neither did he make an effort to meet them. "I found a gem. It was beautiful, sitting there on this altar, and I just had to take it. I don't know what came over me. I thought it would make a nice gift for Krystal, I know how much she liked Sauria."

"Okay, so why don't you take it back if it bugs you, Fox?"

Falco's practical thinking irked Fox but he kept the annoyance to himself. "I can't take it back, it's gone." Still he didn't look at Falco, but the bird had paused obligingly. Fox sighed and let his head hang. "I was holding it, just looking at it," he said in half-truth, "and it did something to me. When I was conscious again, I... Hm."

"You what? Jeez, Fox, you're a master of suspense!" Falco sniggered.

"I have two cocks now," Fox grunted.

Falco brayed with laughter. "Fox, what the heck? Quit screwin' around with me, what'd you really do with the rock?"

Just for a moment, Fox thought it sounded silly himself and he wondered if it wasn't a hallucination, but when he glanced down he saw the unmistakable twin bulges through his shorts, his blood ran cold. He didn't feel like trying to make Falco understand. With Falco, the best route was the most direct, so he stood up, turned to face the falcon, and defiantly jerked his shorts down to bare his twin penises. Falco's beak clapped shut mid-laugh.

"Holy what, Fox!" Falco cried and flinched away. "Tell me that's some kinda joke you and Slippy whipped up!"

Fox slowly shook his head. Falco collected himself over the course of a few moments and he finally said, "Well, huh."

"I don't know what Krystal is gonna think of me for this. Having more body parts than you're supposed to is the definition of a freak, isn't it? She's so perfect, I don't think she could love me now," Fox nearly whined.

It came as no surprise to Fox that Falco's eyes were glued to his affliction. The falcon still managed to say with some genuine care, "I wouldn't worry. It's weird, yeah, but you saved Krystal's life. Seems like she likes you a lot, too." With some effort, he pried his eyes off of Fox's crotch and met his gaze. At the corners of his beak were hints of a smile. "I'm just kinda guessing, but Krystal seems like a smart and understanding kinda girl. I can tell she loves you a lot, buddy. I don't think this'll drive her off."

Fox rubbed his chin and considered. "You really think all that?" Falco nodded soberly, and Fox replied with some relief, "Well, thanks a lot, Falco."

The falcon sneered and eased back onto his bed ostensibly so Fox's cocks weren't in his face. "I'm better at more than just flying, see?" He scooted back further, and in the interest of comfort he peeled his undershirt off and pressed his warm downy back against the cool steel of the bulkhead. As he folded his arms behind his head he offered, "Wanna rub one out with me? Oughta see if those things work and relax a little."

Cutely stunned, Fox grinned and questioned Falco's resolve. "You want to jerk off together? What, for old times' sake?" he chuckled.

Falco chuckled back and shrugged. He reached down with one of his masculine hands, tweaked the bulge of his cock through his snug boxer-briefs and spread his legs by a few inches. "Somethin' like that. That and it's just been a few weeks since I shot my wad," he said sheepishly. "But besides that, I figure you could blow off some steam too, huh?"

Even after consummating his love with Krystal, Fox admitted to himself that getting off side-by-side with Falco was an aspect of life he missed. "All right," he simply agreed. He kicked his shorts away, yanked off his tee and soon joined Falco on the bed, and the falcon slipped his boxer-briefs down and tossed them away.

Falco had his thick, blunt cock in hand and he idly pumped its half-erect flesh. Down below it hung his colossal balls, covered in downy feathers and comparable to grapefruits in their great size. Fox would sometimes joke that Falco's huge balls were why he was such a daring pilot. He made no such remark tonight.

Fox's technique was understandably awkward. Out of sheer necessity he took both cocks into their respective paws and pumped tentatively, sometimes in synchronization and sometimes alternately as if milking a cow. "Ah, heh. It's pretty weird doing this with two dicks," he ruefully chuckled.

Sympathetically but ever with playful venom, Falco remarked, "I dunno, I think you're getting the hang of it. I mean, it's what you're used to, just two of 'em now, am I right?"

Everything that Falco said had a coy edge to it and Fox had learned to take only the true sentiments of Falco's words. He didn't say anything to the bird, but he did masturbate with a bit more confidence. Steadier pumps, some synchronized and some not, stiffened his magnificent penises over time and brought them to their full twelve inches before much longer. They drooled with pre which, as usual, kept Fox's paws slick and the cockflesh easy to handle.

As he perused Fox's cocks, Falco had a dirty smile on his beak. "Nice meat you're packin', Fox. Just too bad it takes both of 'em to beat what I got," he chuckled. To nail down his point he stroked himself more insistently and made up for his more lax, teasing masturbation. Much like Fox, he could produce a gush of pre and his consequently wet hand made any number of lewd, moist noises as it worked. Very soon Falco bore his full erection and its size, as boasted, was great than either of Fox's cocks. It came around to sixteen inches, and it was both bluntly tipped and beautifully thick. It filled out Falco's strong hand and there was no doubt that it was in a class of its own.

Familiar excitement twisted Fox's face into a curt grin and kept his eyes wide and focused on Falco's endowment. With a cool sneer Falco returned to his one-handed pumping, folding the other arm behind his head. "Nice dick as always. Sometimes I wonder if that's why you're so cocky all the time," Fox winked.

A heavy bead of pre fell from the tip of Falco's cock and soaked into the down on his plump balls. Smoothly he gathered up his scrotum and fondled the flesh through the fluff, and in this process he smeared in the pre. "Bet I can make just about any lady happy, eh Fox?" he grinned.

Fox considered the sheer scale of Falco's cock and how it still seemed more remarkable than his new affliction. "Probably," he agreed with a tight smile of his own. "Might explain why Katt keeps coming back to you."

Falco chuckled off the remark and for a few moments, both the fox and falcon idly stroked their swollen cocks with Fox gaining more and more proficiency by the second. His twin cocks continued to fascinate him and he soon pressed them together for a squeeze in both paws. Masturbating in such a way was closer to what he was used to and he found himself stroking harder and more quickly. Much like Falco, he leaned against the bulkhead to cool down, and he closed his eyes. "I'm glad I talked to you about this," Fox chuckled. "Slippy or Peppy, well..."

Falco laughed and shook his head. His own one-handed pumping never let up. "Slippy'd never shut up about it! As for Peppy, you'd probably give the poor guy a heart attack, jeez."

Laughing at that made Fox feel slightly evil, but he loved Falco's irreverent company and humor for that reason. "Yeah," he sniggered, "you're probably right."

When the brief cackles subsided, only the slippery smacking of both pilots' masturbation filled the spartan dorm. Falco huffed and crooned now and then and his strokes gained a deeper amplitude which took his strong hand from the bottom inches to the thick tip. "Ah, yeah," he sighed with no self-consciousness in front of Fox. Suddenly an enormous wad of pre shot from his cock and splattered across his chest. The size and force made Falco shudder and grin deviantly.

Fox caught sight of the bead of pre and found himself licking his lips. He couldn't outright say he was gay for Falco, but he did love to see the falcon's productivity. He peered down at his own twin cocks and found the vista less jarring than before. Cupped in both hands and leaking so much pre, they felt perfectly natural to him. More and more he convinced himself he could deal with whatever spell or curse he was under. Again he looked at Falco and watched the bird's efficient strokes with a tight smile. "Hey, Falco?"

"Sup, Fox?"

Their eyes met with no shame, but Falco's grin did embarrass Fox slightly. With a blush Fox asked, "What'd you leave the team for?"

Falco didn't miss a beat in his masturbation or the conversation. "Just felt like being a merc for a while, doin' my own thing after all that Andross business and saving the galaxy. Things were quiet too long and I just started gettin' restless, that's all." He paused in speech and stroking, and he seemed to contemplate the pre beading on his piss slit. He glanced over at Fox with a contrite smile. "Didn't really work out, though." Here Fox nodded slowly with no intent to pry, and a moment later Falco casually added, "I starred in some budget smut while I was away."

Fox couldn't help but laugh. In the back of his mind he longed to ask Falco what he had starred in.

"Yeah, yeah," Falco chuckled, "ha-ha, so funny. But it was pretty fun, yeah? Really easy to get picked, too. Even before they found out I got a swingin' dick the directors were all eager to have me star since I'm from Star Fox." While Fox chuckled and shook his head, Falco stroked a little bit harder and faster for just a quick burst. His reward was another heavy splatter of pre on his chest. "Jeez, that feels great... One of the movies I was in, they had me fucking this girl who coulda passed for O'Donnell's sister. Maybe it was? I dunno," he shrugged.

It was a visual Fox decided not to pursue. "I'm just glad you're back on the team, back on the Great Fox where you belong, huh?" He smiled. Falco said nothing but nodded, and they quietly went back to their self-abuse. Fox in particular had begun to stroke his dual shafts quite vigorously with a lewd little fantasy about Krystal to spur him along. A sudden but well-earned wad of pre from both shafts hit his snout, wetted down the fur and treated Fox to his own potent musk.

"Nice shooting, Fox," Falco said with a wry grin.

"Uh, thanks," Fox meekly chuckled. "I was just thinking about Krystal," he said rather longingly with a glance at Falco a moment after the fact. Blushing and smiling, he added, "She's so good at sucking cock. You wouldn't believe the kind of rimjob she gave me, too."

Surprise and puzzlement flashed across Falco's face and gave him pause. "Never woulda guessed a sweet chick like Krystal would tongue your ass." At the thought his stroking resumed full force, and soon even quicker than that.

"Ah-huh," Fox grunted, and the notion saw him dirty up his face with another big splatter of pre in his face. His own productivity spurred him onward and he stroked harder and faster by the second, and his cool demeanor broke down into huffs and grunts. Between his legs his tail lashed while his toes curled. In that moment of fervent masturbation he didn't seem to know or care that Falco was right next to him. All he could do was grimace with his eyes shut tightly. Soon he grunted, "Aah, I'm gonna cum!"

Fox's arms were getting tired but he found the energy to stroke his shafts fast enough to finish up. His paws were nothing but a blur and the wet, slippery sucking of his soaked paws on his naughty flesh filled the room. As his thick balls drew up into the warmth of his loins, he felt the sweetness of release overcome him and he gripped his cocks down at the base while they twitched and ached for release. In synchronicity which had to be part of the gem's hex, Fox's cocks shot their loads all across his face and chest. Fox hungrily opened his maw and only a lusty groan escaped before another few ropes splashed haphazardly across his tongue to be briskly tasted and gulped down. Like holding onto a recoiling rifle, Fox was hard-pressed to keep his cocks under control and in the end he gave into their torrent and the twin pieces of meat splattered their impossible loads all over his chest. So many virile ropes of his spunk hit his body and drizzled down to his hard belly that he was practically painted with his own sloppy seed, and the release was so tiresome that he fell slack and could only pant in afterglow.

"Nice load, Fox," Falco said. Maybe it was an understatement, but it came across as strangely respectful in Falco's coy tone. "But hey, watch this," he grinned. Like Fox had pleasured himself, Falco grasped his herculean penis in both strong hands and he ruthlessly jerked. Each pump was accompanied by a thick squirt of pre, a foreshadowing of the mess on the way. These moments spent without words gave over to a deep, shuddering groan from the falcon as his balls drew up close to his loins and his cock throbbed with obvious pleasure. Falco bent his knees and clenched his beak shut while his toes curled and his filed-blunt talons pushed into the bed.

The suddenness of Falco's orgasm was amazing despite every signs leaning up to it and he began to paint his chest, neck and belly with his many ropes of cum. One after another, they splattered across his masculine body and made a horrible mess of his downy fluff. Throughout his climax he grunted, shuddered and treated his penis only to a few cursory pumps, a formality in the face of his enormous release. After the fact, he was just as tired as Fox had been and he panted in the bliss of his afterglow.

"Wow, Falco," Fox laughed. Some of his strength was coming back. "That was something else. I forgot what a monster you are in bed."

From the corner of his eye, Falco saw Fox and grinned. "I can do that anytime I want to, Foxy. That's why I was a good porn star, yeah?"

Tired Fox pulled himself up from the bed feeling both filthy and satisfied. "All right," he sighed, "I'm gonna go see Krystal... But first, mind if I use your shower?"

"Help yourself, Fox. Leave the water runnin' when you're done," said Falco as he folded his arms behind his head and fully relaxed.

"Sure thing," Fox said to Falco somewhat absently. Already the confidence Falco had instilled in him was giving over to the dread that Krystal was going to think he was a freak. All through his shower he worried and wondered, but he forced himself to remember his training and it brought about his focus. Under the hot water he closed his eyes, reached down and awkwardly fondled his two flaccid penises. Yes, they're real, this still isn't a dream - or a nightmare, he thought to himself with a little smile.

After he washed up, Fox left the water running hot while he toweled off. "Hey, shower's ready for you," he called to Falco, whom was moderately quick to make an appearance.

"Good luck talking to Krystal, yeah? Try to keep her around, she's good for you," Falco winked, and then he stepped into the shower.

Fox didn't say a word more to Falco. Unconsciously he was saving his words for Krystal to make sure they were just right. He gathered up his clothes from Falco's room, dressed himself, smoothed out the wrinkles with his fingers and headed for Krystal's dorm.

--11

Lights in the Great Fox simulated the daylight cycle on Corneria, so the corridors of the ship were suitably dim. Fox found himself anxious to the point of fidgeting as he padded down the hallway, passing by the staggered dorms on his way to Krystal's. At her door he hesitated and sighed. With all the weird crap I've been through, I can do this, he thought to little effect. His finger on the door buzzer pushed down with trepidation and he heard the buzz inside.

"Come inside," Krystal amicably called. Fox didn't pause to the open door, not with Krystal expecting him now. The cold steel slid aside and Krystal revealed herself to be standing but a few feet away. "Oh, Fox," she smiled, though she could see that something was not quite right. Telepathy aside, it was easy to read his features to see how anxious he was. Sweetly and with a subtle air of urgency she cooed, "Talk to me, what's the matter?"

Fox stepped in and joined Krystal. The door closed automatically behind him. They walked paw-in-paw to the bed where they sat and Krystal pressed close to his freshly-washed body. "It's really weird," Fox muttered, "and I'm not sure you're gonna believe me, or respect me once I'm through."

"Fox, I spent the last fortnight in an enchanted crystal on a planet full of talking dinosaurs," she deadpanned. "Weird is normal for us."

Dry humor roused a chuckle out of Fox and he reminded himself of just how much he trusted the vixen. He told her about the gem he found, how he brought it back and what it had done to him. Just as with Falco, he bashfully left out what he had been doing when it had worked its magic on him. He stopped just short of telling her of his altered form. Never once did Krystal judge or question, but the dreamy flutter of her eyelashes and the tiny smile she wore when she learned that the gem had been lifted for her made Fox feel validated.

"So it knocked you unconscious and it disappeared," Krystal murmured, feeling disappointed.

"Tha-a-at's really not all," Fox lamely chuckled. "Ah, jeez, I don't wanna tell you this," he sighed, "but when I came to, I had two dicks." He tried to say it as casually as he could.

Krystal's smile and eyes were peacefully vacant. "I'm sorry?" she asked.

"I'm not joking," Fox huffed. He looked away. "I have two penises now."

Krystal's shock broke loose, and her pretty eyes widened while her smile twisted into a baffled grimace. "That's... That's bizarre, Fox!" A beat later she felt guilty for her choice of words, and she soothingly stroked down Fox's back. "I don't think any differently of you, I still care. Please believe that. All right, Fox?"

Fox found himself able to meet her gaze but his smile was a cautious one. "I can't tell you how nervous I was, worrying you'd think I was some deformed freak."

All Krystal could do was shake her head at the notion before she embraced him snugly. "I love you no matter what, never think differently," she said in an almost hurt tone. Fox shivered and wordlessly squeezed her close. Their lips met as a matter of course. It was a moist but shallow kiss free of tongues. Both foxes sought and received a dose of comfort and closeness. When the moment passed, Krystal was very much aware of the curiosity she was feeling. She asked Fox with a smile, "Can I see them...?"

The only reply Fox could muster immediately was a baffled grunt but he realized what her interest meant. He hastily agreed and made to stand for which she released him and waited on the bed with a tiny smile. Fox quickly slipped his shirt up and off but hesitated with his fingers on the waistband of his shorts. "You're really sure about this?" he muttered, feeling tiny.

"I'm very sure," Krystal firmly, explicitly stated as she crossed her legs.

Fox bit his lip and slid down his shorts to bare his thick twin shafts. He saw Krystal blink as if she thought she were just seeing double, only for her expression to even out into a pleased smirk. Not a moment after Fox tossed his shorts away Krystal scooted closer to the edge of her bed and took hold of Fox's twin cocks, one in each paw. In lieu of words, her smooth stroking reassured the tod and before long his shafts began swelled and dribbled great amounts of pre. Only then did she chuckle and blush at the sight of them. After her hands-on experience, she clasped her paws over her kneecaps and gazed at Fox's shafts curiously.

The pilot took Krystal's respite as a cue to reseat himself, and then he shared a kiss with her which led to a soft embrace. The vixen's warmth and scent comforted him and the feeling of her lips on his sent a pleasurable shiver up his spine. Krystal's paws stroked down Fox's athletic form and stopped at his waist to grasp both shafts for a second time. Unlike her previously lewd explorations she only held them and savored their pulsation. "Honestly," she chuckled, "I find this rather sexy, Fox." Without hesitation she asked, "Do they both work?"

A thin smile creased Fox's wet lips. "To use technical jargon, all systems are nominal," he winked.

"I'll be the judge of that, pilot," Krystal winked back with infinitely more guile. Even that subtle bat of her eyelashes made Fox grin and blush. His impish expression carried over well when Krystal stood and unclasped the snug top of her dusty tribal wear. In her arousal, her pink nipples were pert and peeking through her soft white fur. They easily caught Fox's eyes. The removal of her loincloth meant Fox's eyes shifted downward to catch a peek of the vixen's pink pussy, the sight of which made him lick his lips.

Smoothly, Krystal knelt and wrapped her soft, warm paws around Fox's twin lengths. "Now then," she smiled and brought her nose near one, "let's have a closer look at these..." To prove that she meant business, she wrapped her lips around one cock, but she took in only a few inches of it. Fox first thought she was pacing herself, but the deep suckles and firm tongue-lashing he received said otherwise. Into her hungry maw oozed a constant trickle of pre while his other shaft left her idly stroking paw utterly slathered in mere moments. The impossible reality of Fox's squared productivity occurred to Krystal, but she cared not to dwell on it. Much like Fox, she questioned the reality of the situation and so she sought to enjoy it while it lasted.

Over the lewd noise of Krystal's suckles came a warm groan from Fox. A grin on his face matched the sounds of his pleasure and he stroked fondly through the vixen's hair. "Mmh, you're just so good at that," he sighed, curling his toes.

Being complimented made Krystal suckle harder and stroke more quickly, and soon she switched shafts with little break in her technique. She just kept sucking and pumping to please Fox, but soon even that wasn't enough for her. Expertly suppressing a gag, she pushed down until Fox's cock penetrated her throat and she gulped on the vulpine meat. Occupied like so, she didn't stroke the other cock but still held it tightly in her paw, the effect of the squeeze being less frequent but much thicker squirts of pre which splattered onto the deckplates with audible splatters.

"Yeah, oh yeah," Fox whined. His staggering pleasure was cemented in his expression, a blissful grin with closed eyes and splayed ears. Krystal's gulps were constant and skilled, and her reward was all the pre any girl could ever want - but Krystal fortunately had quite a taste for her hero. As the minutes passed, she continued her eager gulps and suckles. Her tongue was too pinned down to help but the pleasure was magnificent all the same. "So close... I'm nearly there already," Fox huffed, gripping the sheets in his fists.

Krystal heeded the warning but it didn't put a dent in her work. Fox's orgasm was sudden but the rush of his sticky seed down her throat was a pleasure for her. That his other cock was squirting as strongly in high arcs and into her kneading fingers was odd to experience but a queer thrill just the same. Krystal sought to sample what both shafts had to offer and she pulled off the cock occupying her throat between its heavy squirts. With a pleasurable groan, she opened her maw near the other and caught a thick rope of his sloppy semen, the taste familiar and arousing. With alternating, milking pumps she worked his cocks through the orgasm and caught ropes from either cock in her open maw when she could, but the end result was a giant mess on her face, neck and partly on her pert breasts.

Relief was obvious in Fox's body language when he leaned back and let out a great sigh. "Uhn, wow," he huffed. "I gotta say, you handled both of 'em like you were made for it."

"Why, thank you," Krystal chuckled, and she capped off her play with a kiss on one tip and then the other. They joined on the bed cuddled close together, and the mess of the tod's semen mattered little to the amorous foxes. They locked lips and shared a lazy but warm kiss, Fox smiling slightly at the salty taste on the vixen's breath. Knowing he had put it there gave him a feeling of satisfaction, but knowing she wanted it there spurred great affection buried under crude lust.

With two cocks came no greater sex drive, but that much meant little to a virile stud like Fox. Having climaxed with Falco and again with Krystal and shooting double-barrel loads both times had done nothing to diminish the interest he felt for the vixen's naked form. Her slender body was draped over his as they cuddled and kissed, and his twin pieces of meat began to bulge yet again. Like Fox himself, his libido was tirelessly dutiful. From those cocks came yet more pre, enough to dampen the vixen's belly where the shafts were pinned.

At this unmistakably lewd sensation, Krystal broke off the kiss. Cooing to Fox as she nuzzled his nose, she asked, "What more would you like, hmm?" She saw Fox grin and blush. The caveat she added was, "Don't lie, be open with me. I do so love to make you happy."

"Well," Fox sheepishly chuckled, "I like a good rimjob."

Krystal smiled and giggled warmly and pushed up so she straddled Fox temporarily. "And you know I love a good excuse to get at your muscular behind." A hot second of consideration kept her staring at the tod's twin cocks, both standing proud and begging to be sat upon. She knew what her fine hero wanted, however, and she would have been a liar to say she didn't want the very same.

Once the vixen moved to the side, Fox rolled over and got up to his paws and knees. Subtly he curved his back and thus pouted out his muscular ass. To cap off the gesture, he flagged his bushy tail up.

Despite Krystal's sudden shift up behind Fox, there was considerable subtlety in the way she parted his cheeks and gazed thoughtfully upon the pink pucker between them. A fine tail hole for a handsome man, she thought, and she promptly leaned in. Fox immediately felt a hot breath wash over his pucker, and then came the first of undoubtedly many licks. Just the first one made Fox croon and put his head down on the bed.

As Krystal worked, there was no silence in the room. Between her hungry laps and Fox's heated moans, the air was filled with the warm sounds of passionate, kinky sex. In obvious contentment Fox shuddered, "You're so good with your tongue, Krystal..."

A more modest vixen might have flustered at such a compliment but Krystal was proud of her kinkiness. With a tight grip on Fox's hard ass cheeks, she wedged her tongue against the ring of his tail hole and forcibly parted the pucker, slipping the writhing muscle of her tongue into the tod's anal passage.

Fox's expression was one of utter bliss. Although his eyes were open, his gaze was unfocused and tilted cutely upwards. His grin was big and toothy, and he looked almost silly in this happiness. "Ah, yes, you know exactly what you're doing," he sighed with a tail swish. Below the vixen's slobbery work, Fox's twin cocks throbbed heavily in perfect unison but the squirts of pre they shot were sloppy and out of synchronization. "What're the odds such a beautiful girl would be so nasty?" the tod coyly chuckled, to which Krystal gave his asshole a much deeper lap and suckle.

The vixen hadn't been on the Great Fox long enough to instinctively look when a door slid open. She contentedly overlooked the whisper of the door with eyes shut and tongue occupied until Fox blurted, "Falco, what the heck are you doing in here!?" At that she snapped her gaze to the door and plucked her tongue free with a blush rendering her cheeks aglow.

Standing in the threshold was Falco, his down humid from a shower, his hard body dressed only in boxer-briefs. On his face was a tight, embarrassed grin which upturned the corners of his beak. "Uh, didn't think you guys would be gettin' busy, sorry. I was just lookin' for you, Fox." One moment of awkward silence passed before Falco hooked his thumb over his shoulder and backpedaled "I'm just gonna go, and uh, forget this ever happened."

"No, wait. Please stay," Krystal calmly said to the surprise of Fox and Falco, the latter stepping inside. The door slid home at his back. Apparently having seen Fox's two cocks and then promptly busying herself with them had blurred any sense of shame the vixen might have had. "Fox," she said to her hero with a smile, "would you mind a threesome with Falco?"

Falco let out a sharp and nearly squawking laugh followed by a rambunctious pelvic thrust at the air. "I myself got no problem with that."

Here Fox rolled and twisted to sit at the edge of the bed. Down in his lap, both shafts still throbbed and oozed plentifully with pre. Despite a mild possessive urge which wanted Krystal all to itself, Fox's benevolent desire to make her as happy as he possibly could won out and he smiled fondly. "Sounds like fun to me." He kissed her cheek and lowly added, "Anything to make you happy."

"Oh, Fox," Krystal blushed and smiled. "Thank you for this." After a soft kiss on Fox's cheek, she stood and padded over to the falcon whom closed the gap and met her near the bed, just out of arm's reach of Fox. "Pretty birdie," Krystal said with a coy chuckle as she lay her demure paws on the falcon. Center of mass was where she put her soft mitts, stroking and kneading softly upon his hard chest. She found his downy fluff luscious to the touch and in fine contrast to his chiseled musculature.

Falco sighed, puffed out his chest and nonchalantly rolled his shoulders. "Yeah, babe," he grinned to her. Over her shoulder and to Fox he sneered, "It's the body, the girls just dig it."

"Hah," Fox laughed. "You're so damn full of yourself, Falco. Why don't you just get married to your body and get it over with?"

By then Falco's boxer-briefs were tenting up nicely. Krystal's touch was an arousing one even so benignly. "'Cause then it'd be cheatin' to get up next to pretty girls like this one," he said with a wink to Krystal and a soft pet under her chin.

"Flatterer," Krystal said dryly, cupping Falco's crotch bulge. Beneath her soft paw it bulged even more, and soon it began to test the limits of the boxer-briefs and their elastic. Where the tip ground against the fabric was a rapidly spreading stain of slippery, musky precum. "My goodness, you're impressive down here," she said after pitching her gaze downward.

"Watch out, girl," Falco grinned, "it's just gettin' started." Krystal had a mild amount of skepticism, but Fox grinned, knowing that Falco could back up the boasting. Over the course of many minutes the vixen continued to knead and squeeze and she became more comfortable in doing so by the second. The falcon's cock never seemed to stop growing, and it soon was too much for the underpants to stretch for. His cock bent in the taut boxer-briefs like a bow might and the pre was so heavy that it dripped onto the floor, having already saturated the fabric completely.

In Falco's eyes, the timing was just right. He grinned like an imp and tickled under the vixen's chin again. She playfully nipped at his fingertips. Quickly he peered over Krystal's shoulder and saw Fox's dirty grin which he took as a cue to do as he pleased. "Ready to see the biggest dick of your life, baby?" he asked with a wink.

"I'm so very ready," Krystal grinned as she clasped her paws over her ample chest.

"If you say so," Falco sniggered and turned on his heel. "But hey, I ain't responsible for any coronaries." With a little effort he yanked his boxer-briefs out over his cock and tugged them downward, but beyond that rough yank he was slow to get them past his muscular ass. Soon it was bared, as chiseled as Fox's behind but looking even more stylish under well-groomed tailfeathers. He treated the girl to a little shake of his hard ass and then he resumed his disrobing, bending over to slip his snug underwear lower and lower.

While Falco was still stepping out of his boxer-briefs, Krystal got a candid look at his fully bared genitalia. The sheer length of Falco's cock was just as stunning as its girth, and that was to say nothing of his enormous balls dressed in that cuddly down. Her gasp summed up her blushing surprise perfectly. Falco stood up straight and glanced over his shoulder and immediately he smirked at the vixen's shocked and blushing face. Purposeful grandiosity saw him turn slowly but stop sharply, and his cock wagged side to side a few times. "Y'know what the kicker is?" he asked, gripping his swollen dick. He didn't wait for her to say anything because she didn't seem to be capable of speech. "I'm not even completely hard yet."

Immediately he added his other hand to the fray and started to crudely pump his many inches of swollen meat. Krystal stared in blushing, grinning awe while Fox just smiled mischievously and kept idly tweaking his shafts to keep them stiff. Soon enough Falco's cock swelled to its full endowment, and his sixteen inches constantly drooled musky avian pre. "I'm sorry to put down my buddy Fox," he grinned, "but this right here is a_real_ cock."

"Now that is impressive," Krystal said with a smile and a chuckle from low in her throat. With a slow touch Falco recognized as reverence, she told hold of his massive cock and palmed softly on the blunt tip.

"Yeah, go right ahead," Falco sneered as if Krystal needed encouragement.

Krystal's mischievous glance into Falco's eyes hushed the bird though his grin grew wider. The vixen's palming didn't last long, however - her libido was far too ravenous to be satiated by mere touching. She knelt and admired the bird's throbbing cock at eye-level, smiling coyly at its great dimensions and the stream of slippery pre it offered. Much like enjoying a lollipop, she began to lick almost exclusively on the tip to savor as much of Falco's pre as she possibly could. The falcon had such an excess of it that soon it ran down Krystal's chin to stain the fur of her neck, and her breasts to a lesser degree.

If Fox knew anything, it was that Krystal was truly insatiable. He wasn't surprised in the least when the lovely vixen took in Falco's cock and started to suck on its front inches. The falcon's meat was thick enough to completely stuff Krystal's muzzle and the pre she found herself swallowing was almost enough to make a meal of. Every last drop was dutifully gulped down her eager throat while her maw suckled and gulped. Her paws worked in skilled concert with her maw, stroking heavily on every remaining inch as if to milk it of all of its precious juices.

"Aaaah yeah," Falco grinned as he lay a downy hand on the back of Krystal's head. "Suck that cock good and hard, baby, that's primo pilot dick in your mouth there." The flamboyance of his dirty talk made Krystal blush and Fox chuckle. Falco chuckled himself and shuddered throughout his body. "Jeez-laweez, Fox, she always suck dick like this or is it just somethin' for me?"

Fox remained enigmatically silent and he knew Krystal wouldn't admit to playing favorites, although her behavior became suspect when she did the seemingly impossible and started to swallow down Falco's cock. It was an incredible stretch in her maw by all rights and the bulge it made in her throat was something that had to be seen to be believed. It was such a tight fit that she could only breathe when she swallowed and thus forced her throat to open, but that only meant she was gulping more than usual. Stubbornly and sluttily, she bullied her way down the inches of his cock and let it push deeper into her throat. By the time she hugged her arms around Falco's waist, the falcon had an almost dopey expression of bliss on his face.

"Aah... Ooh, fuck yeah," he chuckled with a strangely complacent tone. "Fox, man, I knew this girl could suck a mean cock, but just wow," he laughed.

"Uh, yeah, wow," Fox bleated. He was just as stunned but also grinning like an imp. Krystal's talents were no secret to him, but the extent of what she could do with her mouth had suddenly become mesmerizing. Fox wondered just where she had learned to swallow cock so well.

If he had had one, Falco would have been biting his bottom lip. Instead his beak was clenched tightly shut and so were his eyes. In all their muscular glory, his ass cheeks flexed and his tailfeathers splayed. The noise of Krystal's gulping was low, but over Falco's idle hissing it was starkly apparent. The vixen's skill couldn't be denied and the endurant Falco's obvious signs of orgasm were testament to that. "Oh, man," Falco groaned with some effort while fondly stroking through Krystal's hair, "I'm dead serious, Krystal, you better be careful. I'm gonna cum like you wouldn't believe, babe..."

Never did it occur to Fox to warn Krystal. Something told him she could handle the mess that was coming her way. Ever grinning, he gripped both of his cocks in one paw to idly stroke and squeeze them, maintaining his erections but nothing more.

Over the deep gulps from Krystal's throat came Falco's increasingly heated huffing and hissing through his clenched beak. "Hng, fuck," he grunted, threading his fingers possessively into Krystal's hair. Although he gave no verbal warning, his harsher throbbing and his body language pointed to an orgasm, His colossal balls had drawn up into the warmth of his loins, and Krystal couldn't possibly misinterpret the signs.

Falco came with a sharp cry and an arched back. Rope after rope of sticky falcon spunk gushed down into the girl's belly. His climax was alluring to Fox whom could only imagine the sloppy mess the vixen was coping with. If Krystal's blushing cheeks and dripping pussy were any indication, however, she was thrilled with the bird's release.

The sheer volume of Falco's ejaculation was even more impressive given how short a span it happened in. A solid ten seconds of squirting and twitching was the best his massive cock could do but it still filled the vixen's belly nicely. After such an orgasm, the vixen was still gulping and slobbering almost in an air of desperation as if she were eager to consume every last drop of the smug pilot's seed. Although Falco let go of her head after a gentle, fond rub, she didn't pull back from the still-swollen flesh until nearly a minute afterward.

Drool from Krystal's dirty work had run down her chin and neck in great, sloppy runners yet she appeared quite ladylike on her knees with a gut full of Falco's cum. "Ah," she chuckled, pausing to work her jaw, "I shouldn't have underestimated you, I think. I didn't think any man could cum so hard or so much."

Falco's smile was beaming and sleazy. He gently stroked her head and chuckled coolly. "What'd I tell you, baby? Other guys got nothin' on me."

Wearing a coy smile that spoke volumes of her satisfaction, Krystal gently pulled away from Falco's rubbing hand, twisted around on the caps of her knees and dropped down to all-fours. In lifting her tail, she eliminated any ambiguity Falco might have found in the situation and she softly crooned, "I hope not, because we're not even close to done here."

The falcon's erection hadn't waned at all and he knelt behind the eager vixen with a growing smirk. Slapping one hand on her hip and the other around the middle of his throbbing dick, he chuckled, "I ain't gonna go easy on you, girl. Let's see if this pussy of yours can take a dick like your face can, huh?" Already he was grinding his blunt tip against her pussylips, and he quickly managed to part them despite his girth. As he sank in, her slick insides provided only token resistance. Ultimately she shuddered and splayed down her ears in dirty bliss. Inch after inch of Falco's fat cock stretched Krystal out and gave intimate but crude warmth to her body. Despite her cooing and moaning, she said nothing to the bird even as she played on her urges and ground back against his penetration.

Falco cherished with a grin the fact that Krystal had no trouble with his massive size. Fucking a girl who could handle him wasn't something he was about to start complaining about, however. He unhanded his shaft which didn't need to be braced in the first place and soon had both of his hands on Krystal's hips and ass cheeks. The clenched pucker of her tail hole was very plain to see but he was simply more interested in the wet pussy he was burying himself in. When his strong hips finally came to rest against her soft behind, he doubled over and planted his hands on either side of her. "This is a good girl you got here, Fox," he said with a distinct lack of his usual coyness.

Falco started grinding into the vixen. His hips had to travel quite far to pump sixteen inches of cock, but he was adept. In time he reached under Krystal and cupped a supple breast, and there he used his thumb to play over the nipple which added to Krystal's pleasure, eliciting warm coos and moans.

"Yeah, babe," Falco huffed, "I got everything you need right here."

Krystal was blushing but grinning when she said, "Almost, but not quite." A quick glance up at Fox met his naughty eyes. He was clearly just waiting for her summons. "Come on, Fox," she winked.

"I knew you were gonna ask," Fox laughed. He didn't take long to kneel before the vixen, albeit just out of her reach. To tease her he pumped his twin cocks, one in each paw. Throughout her play with Falco, Fox had never lost his erections, and they now seemed to be throbbing harder still. They consistently drooled pre and the shafts themselves glistened with the natural lubricant, having been smeared again and again by Fox's idle paws. He acknowledged Krystal's lusting gaze with a dreamy little smile. "Here," he said softly as he scooted forward and raised one penis to her lips.

Hungry for cockflesh, Krystal engulfed the proffered shaft and began to suckle it harshly. Even after her exercise in cocksucking with Falco's great size, Fox was a satisfying partner for her. The suckling was hot and noisy, soon accompanied by a wet slap as she gripped and pumped the tod's other cock. Falco wasn't about to be outdone and he pushed himself up to his knees to fuck the vixen more roughly. The wet sounds which came from such a tight fucking walked all over Krystal's suckles and jerks.

"Jeez, this is exactly what I've been needin'," Falco shuddered through the pleasure. His fucking was ruthless yet his third orgasm of the night was still a ways off. No matter how hot and tight Krystal was, Falco was an endurant beast. He glanced up along Krystal's slim back, up Fox's body and into his fellow pilot's eyes. Their gazes met and Falco sneered, "How you doin' there, Fox?"

Fox similarly glanced up along Krystal's back, but he paused to admire Falco's muscular form past the swaying brush of Krystal's tail. Just then the vixen paused mid-suck, yanked her head back and sloppily exchanged one cock for the other. This shift in pleasures made the tod shudder and he put a paw on the back of her head. "This is too good to be true," he sighed.

With no end in sight, Falco rammed his plump meat into Krystal's pussy with more focus on his pleasure than hers. "Good thing she knows how to use that mouth of hers," he smirked, "'cause I got the feeling this pussy ain't gonna be too tight once I get through with it."

Krystal blushed but didn't stop her work. Fox, however, laughed and grinned at Falco. "Maybe, maybe not, but I think she and I can make each other happy either way..."

The vixen was inclined to agree but her thoughts were more in the present. Fox's thick shafts kept her muzzle and paws busy. Drool ran down her chin in thin rivulets and it slicked her palms not unlike what a slippery mess the inside her pussy was with Falco's pre smeared everywhere inside of it. Around the falcon's swollen penis, her pussy clenched constantly to urge the smug pilot toward his climax. While that was involuntary, her steady work on Fox's cocks was not. She sucked with all her skill and affection on one, just to switch to the other and start over. Once, she reached in and palmed his heavy balls, though she quickly returned her paw to the unoccupied cock.

Falco shuddered and huffed in his quick, rhythmic rutting of the vixen. Those many strong inches of his cock slapped in and out of Krystal to put pressure practically everywhere at once along her walls. He could feel himself getting lost in the pleasure and his eyes suitably drifted shut. A dirty smirk kept his beak tightly shut with only the corners upturned, and his tailfeathers splayed down over his hard ass as a reflex. His fucking was already rough and quick but his pace slipped into even wilder bucks, and he hissed through the haze of pleasure, "Jeez, I'm gonna cum again already... This girl's somethin' else, Fox!"

Right up until Falco came, Krystal dutifully worked Fox's lucky members with reddened cheeks and hair hanging messily in her eyes, but when the first ropes of hot avian seed blasted into her quivering pussy, she literally spat out Fox's cock and gasped sharply for breath.

"Ah, jeez, that's the fuckin' ticket," Falco shuddered. The bucking ended. He was quaking too much for that even on his knees.

Already, ropes of Falco's cum oozed around his shaft. No woman in the Lylat System could handle Falco's load and Krystal wasn't an exception. So much sticky spunk ran down Falco's cock and dribbled off of his balls, but this was a warm drip Falco was used to.

The vixen was unaccustomed to such a massive release, though, and it was in this wild bliss that she groaned in pleasure while she put her head down. "Oh, Falco," she crooned as she joined the bird in a climax which left her pussy clenching with like a vise on the falcon's spurting cock. What stickiness her honey added was negligible if not impossible to notice, but Falco knew exactly what an orgasm felt like from a lady wrapped around his dick. He grinned and petted her back while his cheeks glowed with blush.

Content to let the ace pilot and Krystal have their moment, Fox attended to himself with masturbation. Despite how new his genital arrangement was, he expertly abused himself with alternating, milking pumps using both paws. He huffed and licked his lips absently as Krystal's back muscles tensed and relaxed with a rhythmic quality. Similar was Falco's steady huffing as he felt his afterglow. Admiring his lovely friends was wonderful stimulation for Fox.

"Holy crap," Falco impishly chuckled. Suitably for his afterglow, he was grinning naughtily and he seemed to be completely relaxed. All that was completely rigid was his penis yet buried in Krystal.

"I agree," Krystal sighed heavily. "We'll have to do this again."

Fox grinned and so did Falco. "Anytime you want to, baby," the bird said as he braced his palms on Krystal's hips. "You just come and buzz on my door anytime you wanna." Over the idle but quickening slap of Fox's masturbation of which Falco was only mildly aware of, the bird scooted back on his knees and slipped his endowment out of the vixen. Though little dribbles and streamers escaped as the shaft slid out, it wasn't until the blunt tip popped free that a great gush of hot, freshly-unloaded cum splattered everywhere.

"Oh, man," Fox murmured, peering around Krystal at the mess. His blush was as intense as his hurried masturbation.

"Gonna need a squeegee in here," Falco sneered.

Krystal chuckled at the remark as she pushed herself up to her all-fours again. As hurriedly as Fox was jerking off, she didn't dare interrupt him. Her own touch would only spook away his impending climax.

Huffing, grunting and baring his teeth, Fox made his orgasm painfully obvious. Only a few seconds came and went before he squirted two hot, sticky ropes in unison from his cocks. His spine arched and his tail lashed. In that moment when he shot one rope after another of sticky and potent cum, his breathing ceased and his eyes clenched shut only to bulge behind their lids. It was a magnificent orgasm which Krystal watched first in awe and then in lust which was exemplified when she opened her mouth and caught the better part of a rope on her tongue, though most of that rope smeared across her snout. Like a dog catching treats, Krystal lunged to catch Fox's cum whenever she could. Despite the massive orgasm Fox had to offer, the ejaculation itself was over in mere seconds and Krystal was wearing almost as much as she had managed to catch in her mouth.

Falco and Krystal were at the edges of their afterglow as Fox fell into his. The vixen reached out to pet his hip, ignoring his tender cocks which he too had unhanded. Bearing a coy smile on her face, Krystal said to neither male in particular, "That was quite nice... A wonderful fuck, I'd say. I've never been shared by two men before."

The falcon pushed himself up to his feet and gathered up his clothes. Krystal too rose to shaky legs and Fox joined her not long after. As Falco pulled his boxer-briefs up and on, he had great difficulty wrangling his half-flaccid cock back into them. Krystal giggled at his plight in naughtiness and good humor.

"Yeah, yeah," Falco remarked when Fox got in on the laughter too. "It's a problem, but it's a sexy one, and don't you forget it!" Once he finally got that cock tucked away, he looked to Krystal with a friendly and even expression. "Listen, Krystal, I've been wantin' to say something since you got here."

"What's that?" Krystal asked with a smile and a subtle cant of her head.

"When you feel like you can walk again," Falco winked, "I'll teach you how to fly an Arwing if you're down for it."

Krystal's eyes lit up. A wider smile brightened her sticky face. "I'd love that, Falco. Thank you."

Fox smiled too and hooked an arm around Krystal's middle. "Yeah, thanks Falco. I'd like if she learned from the best pilot on the team."

"Yeah, I'd rather she learn from me too," Falco remarked with a stern, yet clearly playful glare at the tod. "Not from some klutz who gets trigger-happy and blasts his wingmen." Suddenly his hard expression cracked for a grin. It didn't take long for him to slip on the rest of his clothes and he left the pair on a lighter note. "See you guys later."

"Later, Falco," Fox said, yet he was cut off when the door slid shut. Chuckling, Fox stepped back to the bed and eased down onto the mattress with a sigh. Krystal immediately joined him and cuddled up against his warm body. A smile spread across Fox's face which Krystal answered with a gentle kiss.

Still fascinated with his new genitalia, Fox grasped one of his flaccid shafts and he idly squeezed and pumped it. At the tail-end of his afterglow, he didn't feel too tender to touch himself anymore. The vixen took hold of the other shaft similarly, though Fox naturally found her softer, less predictable touch more pleasant. Exhibiting what must have been some kind of nervous link, both shafts gradually thickened for Krystal's touch on just one of them.

Neither fox seemed to notice or think much of the properties of the two cocks. Krystal revealed as much when she absently said, "Quite a surprise that Falco wants to teach me how to fly. I didn't think he was that nice."

"He only plays a tough guy," Fox said with a coy smile. "Really trustworthy, loyal guy under that. I don't think he'd be half as interesting if he acted nice."

The vixen hummed thoughtfully as if processing the information. Her soft paw glided up Fox's shaft to palm the knob of the tip, and it diffused sticky pre into her fur. "Fox," she murmured, "do you think things will be much different for you now?"

"Well, no," Fox replied tentatively. "Definitely gonna have to be careful with tight clothes, though."

Krystal laughed and Fox joined her with a coy chuckle. It was then that the vixen noted the complete engorgement of both of Fox's plump cocks. Pre drooled from both tips then as much as ever, glazing the shafts and leaving them glistening. "Hm," Krystal smiled. "You're unbelievably virile, Fox."

Fox shifted and rubbed his muzzle tenderly into Krystal's. "I've always had a strong sex drive," he said with a tight smile.

"Well, I like it," Krystal smiled back with a wink.

Grinning and blushing, Fox readied to say something lewd to the vixen when a twitch from his cocks loosed two thick jets of pre. At this release, Fox shuddered and sighed. While the pleasure waned and Fox panted, he played with an idea that had come to mind. The perfect use for his twin pieces of meat was also the most obvious and yet he hadn't acted on it yet. Bearing a smile both lewd and fond, Fox said to Krystal, "Just stay on your side like you are. Trust me."

Krystal was silent and compliant but ever with a little smile. As Fox scooted around her and slipped between her legs, she waited in silence.

Wielding one cock in a steady paw, Fox guided the tip to Krystal's pink pucker with a gentle push. To begin with he only started to spread open her ring with no attempt to enter it, but the vixen gasped all the same. "Shh," Fox reassured her. "Relax, all right? Take a deep breath."

Putting the discomfort aside, Krystal huffed slowly as Fox entered her. Such a thick cock entering so tight a tail hole wasn't easy to manage for Fox or Krystal, but Fox pressed on and Krystal soon crooned warmly. A sexual and dynamic girl, she was quick to adjust to the stretch. Fox simply loved the feeling of such a tight anal passage around one of his penises. As he ground into her, the opposite cock rubbed broadside against the vixen's pussy, the folds of which were sore and sticky from Falco's handiwork. Despite Falco's recent use of her, though, the girl cooed at the intimate grind.

At last Fox made it to the hilt of his cock. Buried in the tight, taboo warmth of Krystal's ass, he smiled toothily and petted over her thigh with a fond paw. "You're so tight, I love it," he sighed. It was then that Fox began to ease back and grind back in, and he obviously had an easier time with each successive entry.

The vixen's eyes were shut and her cheeks glowed. "I feel so stuffed," she sheepishly chuckled. "This is a new one for me."

For all her sexual experience, Fox was surprised to learn that Krystal was new to being fucked in the ass but the way she took right to it told him that it would be a staple of their play. "I'm glad you like it," the tod grinned as he pulled all the way back for the first time. After he exited the vixen, he spent no time to admire the slight and puffy gape of her pucker. He gripped both of his shafts this time around, one in each paw, and he guided them home. One entered the tight warmth of Krystal's rear and the other slid easily into that well-loved pussy. Falco's spent seed worked as fun, dirty lube.

Not many girls could say they'd been double-penetrated by just one man. Krystal was appropriately in complete bliss and she shuddered from head to toe. Her nipples peeked through her plush fur and her cheeks seemed to perpetually blush. "Oh, Fox, this is simply wonderful," she dreamily crooned to him.

Having gotten Krystal used to anal penetration, Fox was able to slip his shafts in to hilt rather quickly. When his hips butted up against hers and they couldn't possibly be closer, he draped himself over her and their lips locked in a wet, loving kiss. Saliva was freely exchanged, breath was shared, and tongues were tangled in the brief mess. Krystal fast broke off the kiss but she kept Fox close with her arms around him. "This feels amazing," the vixen effused.

Fox winked and eased his twin shafts back. "It's gonna feel even nicer, believe me," he murmured. Despite all of his orgasms, Fox's sex drive was as ravenous as ever. His bucking was soon quick and harsh but the vixen took it easily, and the tod's slippery drool of pre kept everything slick. Hanging low like always, Fox's big balls dragged against the bed and Krystal's leg. Inside they churned with heavy spunk which never seemed far off. With double the pleasure, Fox knew his climax would be even sooner.

"Ah, yes," Fox hissed through grinning teeth. "You love having both of my fat cocks inside of you, huh? I can feel just how tight and wet you are..."

Throughout the dorm, the wet slaps of Fox's massive cocks pounding Krystal's needful holes resonated off of the steel walls to envelop them in a cacophony of their own nasty sex. Fox gave it to the vixen harder by the second. Needing closeness, he wrapped his arms around her slim form and rutted her all the more intently. Soon the sex was almost more about his own pleasure than satisfying the beautiful vixen below him but she was still crooning and whimpering in bliss. If Fox's thrusts were self-serving, she couldn't tell or didn't care.

Through grunts and groans borne of mind-bending pleasure, Fox gasped to Krystal, "Not much longer now... I'm gonna fill you up with everything I've got!"

"Do it, then, cum for me!" Krystal gasped, her breathing heavy and labored for the pleasure. Being taken in both holes by such a skilled lover, her lover, had the vixen straddling the line of another climax too. Her sexuality could rival Fox's without a doubt.

Huffing sharply and bucking again and again, Fox gave Krystal the roughest thrusts imaginable but the vixen took it all and begged for more. "Here it comes," Fox gasped. And again, more desperately, "Here it co-o-omes...!"

Falco's orgasm wasn't an act Fox could top, but with both shafts pumping potent spunk into Krystal's ass and pussy at the same time, the vixen could've been forgiven for thinking Fox more virile. By that point it didn't matter anyway. Fox's climax was enormous and his buried cocks spasmodically throbbed and put sweet pressure on the vixen's anal and vaginal walls. Hot vulpine seed flooded her in one thick spurt after another, and finally the vixen could take no more of the pleasure.

Krystal cried out in nearly a scream, but it was just a bit finer than that as she came. Clenching with all her strength on both shafts, her pussy squirted on and around the thick cock which plugged it and her entire body heaved with mighty pleasure. Breathing sharply and with her voice a whimper, Krystal nuzzled into Fox and they shared their breaths while their staggering orgasms gradually gave over to the sweeter, subtler bliss of afterglow.

The intensity of release subsided and Fox, tentatively smooching with Krystal, eased his twin shafts out of the quivering vixen. Although the gush of seed from both her pussy and tail hole was predictable, Fox still chuckled in surprise at the mess. Krystal herself was blushing, but whether or not this was for the mess or pleasure was unclear. Just the same, she squeezed Fox tightly around the shoulders and they shared a warm kiss. Heatedly they suckled tongues and exchanged their warm saliva as freely as ever.

When the kiss too tapered off as afterglow wore thin, Krystal bumped her nose sweetly to Fox's and smiled. "I think we should wash up after all of that," she chuckled.

Two showers in one night! Fox thought with a smile. Together they eased off of the bed and made the short walk to Fox's restroom. Krystal herself had a subtle limp in her step, so Fox held her around the middle and masked his assistance. With no clothes to deal with, they padded into the shower stall. Fox turned on the hot water and they wound up kissing as if they'd never stopped. Through playful growls and hot suckles, Fox felt some mild arousal coming to him again. He didn't think he could go again after so many orgasms but that problem solved itself when he felt another urge.

Easing from the kiss and smiling very coyly, Fox said, "I have to, ah, use the toilet really quick. I need to piss." He started to turn away and he reached for the grip on the sliding glass pane, but Krystal set her paw upon his wrist and snared him with a lewd smile.

"Just do it in here, Fox."

Fox laughed nervously and swished his tail. Krystal reached out and stroked through its dampening fluff. "To be honest, I only do that when I'm alone," he sheepishly admitted.

"I believe that," Krystal smiled, "but I'm curious, honestly. I'd like to see how a fellow with two cocks does it. I've seen the other ways two cocks work," she laughed.

"Sheesh, you're kinky," Fox laughed, but he was sold. If Krystal really did want to see the full extent of how his two cocks worked, then he was ready to give her what she wanted. He backpedaled a step and kept facing away from Krystal. It took him a moment to sigh and relax with an audience waiting, but providing more difficulty was the semi-hard state of his two shafts.

"All right," he murmured. With a push he huffed, "Here goes." From Fox's twin shafts then came equally strong streams of hot, yellow piss which splashed against the frosted glass. The musky, yellow liquid fanned out and diffused on the surface of the glass, running down in cascades to rival the beating, hot water. With each push from Fox, the streams strengthened and arced, shooting higher still on the glass.

Bearing the coyest smile imaginable, Krystal wrapped her arms around Fox whom was surprisingly undisturbed by the embrace. She peered over his shoulder to watch his rising and falling stream and the way it all drizzled down the glass. Excited by the sight and craving his male form, she slipped her paws through his wet fur. Around his hard belly and sliding lower, she made her goals apparent yet Fox still huffed as if in surprise when the vixen grasped his shafts. There was a tiny catch in the streams before he started again. As ever, the two cocks were perfectly synchronized.

"You really did have to go, didn't you?" Krystal said in a low and quite appreciative tone as she aimed Fox's cocks in opposite directions. It was an odd, amusing sense of power for her to dictate where Fox's two shafts pissed and she followed their arcs with a shifting gaze and a grin.

Aiming to please the vixen more and with a smirk, Fox huffed and pushed just as hard as he could to strengthen the streams and make them arc high. The shafts themselves twitched in her paws, but that burst had been about it for Fox and his streams tapered off to mere dribbles. A coy chuckle added playfulness to the tod's voice when he remarked, "I just had to piss, that's all. It's hard to hold it in when you cum so many times in one night."

"Quite a feat regardless," Krystal lewdly chuckled. With the show over and as Fox's shafts tiredly fell flaccid, Krystal squeezed around his middle. Finally the two foxes set about actually washing up. Each took good care of the other with fond scrubs all over their bodies. For an hour they benignly washed up their bodies, scrubbing the filth of their night from their lush coats. When they toweled off afterward, they both looked and felt especially vibrant and fluffy.

Neither Fox nor Krystal bothered with clothes when their coats were dry. They took to the tod's bed, Fox lying back and Krystal cuddling in closely. Their lips met for a warm kiss but it was a shadow of the wild passion they'd exhibited earlier in the night but their tongues still found time to dance and tangle for a brief and sweet moment.

Lips moist with warm saliva and her muzzle grinding fondly on Fox's, Krystal cooed, "I love you, Fox."

Fox smiled. Warm throughout his body but especially in his cheeks, he tucked her muzzle in under his chin, closed his eyes and murmured, "I love you too."

--12

Hours of sleep brought on by sexual exhaustion ended for Fox with a distinct urge: He had to piss again. It wasn't painful but the urgency was there. Once Fox was standing over the toilet and taking care of his business, he realized that he only had one penis again. It was stricken with morning wood and therefore magnificent, but it was singular all the same. Fox started to wonder if the night before had just been some hallucination, but when he finished and shook off he thought it had all been far too real.

Back in the dorm and under the low and ambient lights with served as night lights, Krystal had stirred in Fox's brief absence and she was just sitting up and yawning. Though her fine, blue hair was tangled and in dire need of combing, her body was as lovely as ever. Pert nipples peeked through white fluff and slim muscles tensed with her morning stretch.

Fox rushed to her. "Krystal, hey," he grinned. "Um, things are back to normal." In the back of his mind he thought, she has no idea what I'm even talking about.

"Oh?" Krystal murmured. She blinked the sleep from her pretty eyes before she asked, "Only one again?" To see for herself, she glanced at his naked groin, blinked, rubbed her eyes with the backs of her fists and then chuckled softly. "Back to normal, I see."

"Yeah," Fox said. "I guess... I guess whatever the jewel did to me was just temporary. That's a relief."

"It definitely is," said Krystal whom stood up and wrapped her arms tightly around Fox. When Fox returned the embrace, they rumbled with fondness and simple pleasure. "Although," the vixen giggled, "I can't say I minded it."

"Ah, yeah," Fox murmured. Embarrassment flashed across his face. It lit his cheeks and furrowed his brow. "I was starting to really like it myself."

Cementing her place as Fox's true love, Krystal warmly kissed his lips. "It's all right," she cooed only for his ears. "I love you just the same. I promise."

"Aw, Krystal," Fox sheepishly said. "Thank you." Neither fox said a thing more. They shared another kiss, a perfect bookend to their goodnight kiss. Warm and tender, hot but reserved, it was as genuine as the love they felt in that moment.