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Fox was asleep. He couldn't tell which elements of his dream were mere figments of the dream or fragments of reality drifting in through his slumbering senses. The mercenary captain certainly got more love and affection from the Krystal within his dream than he had from the Krystal outside of it. It was a bitter pill swallowed hard that he let settle far below his immediate attention. Fox was lucid within the dream, or at least mostly so, it seemed. The blue and white furred body of his lover caressed him and moved against him as the memories he had of her bade the vixen to do. Their love making was slow paced and sensual.

It was strange to see the large and rounded mattress from the bed in the Loka Brother's lounge sitting in the middle of his quarters aboard the Great Fox. The captain's cabin of the ship was large, but the bed itself still took up an unreasonable amount of room that reminded him of the cramped arrangements he'd put with before during flight school. Fox could hear the sound of noise and voices from outside the cabin door, or perhaps they were outside of the dream. The Krystal within the dream stared longingly into his eyes and they continued to make love there on the bed that wasn't theirs, the bed that didn't belong in their home. He could hear voices that were familiar to him outside. Beyond the dream he was certain something was going on, and it had the sound of sex to it, and he felt it curious that it sounded like Krystal even though she was pressing against his body right here and now as she rode his body with her hands pressed against his chest.

He woke up, but dreamers are poor judges of time and he had no way to know the hour or the season.

Fox discovered that his dream, as foggy as it was now that he was awake and no longer in its clutches, was oddly prophetic. Krystal, the vixen to whom he was bound, was lazily curled up between his legs like a kit. She was nuzzling his bare crotch. The two of them were naked.

"Good morning." She told him quietly and not just a little sleepily. Their eyes met and he felt confused at the unfamiliar surroundings until realization hit him. He was laying on the large bed, the same one from the dream, inside the Loka's lounge. Baccus and Kilroy weren't anywhere to be seen, but the sheets and bedding were scattered and in disarray like a great deal of activity had occurred. He was now remembering much of the previous night's events in a stream of recollection as his mind slowly awoke.

After Baccus and Kilroy had finished Krystal the third time they retreated to the bar and made themselves drinks. At their instruction Fox helped Krystal to bed. Krystal hadn't touched a drop of alcohol and yet she seemed lost like a drunk in the fog. She kept trying to clean the cum off him with her tongue. He resisted at first, but then gave up. She had been very aggressively insistent that she clean him.

He thought it was over, and they went to sleep together, Krystal pressed against him. The pair of Goannans must have grabbed her away from him for more sex, and he had slept right through it. Krystal seemed tired, but otherwise no worse for wear.

"Morning." He replied back. Fox wasn't aware of the pause he had left to hang between her and his own greeting. Everything felt strange, as it always did, by waking up in a strange place, which was only amplified by the recollection of yesterday.

"You ok?" Krystal asked him, rubbing his thigh softly with her fingers leaving trails in his fur. She was no longer the sex drunk vixen that he'd seen yesterday. No, she seemed herself, just in desperate need of a shower.

If he was to be honest he wasn't sure if he was ok.

"You worry too much." She whispered before burying her nose under his flaccid length. He felt her inhale and touch her tongue against his sac. "They went to their bedrooms. They have work to do today, and so do we, Fox."

Fox sagged into the mattress as she took switched between teasing his penis and balls and speaking. The was little resistance from his shaft as she goaded it to an erection. She was too good at this. Even if he didn't want to enjoy it her mouth her tongue would change his mind in minutes flat.

"We need to make sure everything is going ok with the Great Fox." Krystal continued. She reached under his nuts to cradle them in her palm before slipping his length in her mouth. She nursed him a few times before releasing him. He was stiff as a board. "Slippy and Peppy probably have had their hands full without us there."

"Y-yeah." Fox replied. Falco would have been there, but that isn't saying much. His usefulness was mostly in the skies, not dealing with the domestic affairs that kept things from falling apart.

She was going down on him again. He didn't fight it as she tried to devour his shaft. Fox reached a point where he was lost within the sensation. With eyes shut and only her tongue to gracing his senses he gave in to just feeling the pleasure echoing from the focus point of his erection. She was so good at that. It felt like sweet relief to have this moment alone with her, even if it was happening in the Loka's domain.

"You both can usse one of our showerss." Hissed a voice from the door and now moving across the room. Their moment, Fox's moment, was ruined by Kilroy entering through the wooden door that led back to their main office. The Goannan's entry was sudden and unexpected and surprised both foxes. It wasn't enough to pluck the rod from the vixen's mouth, and it didn't stop Fox from filling his lover's mouth, nor did it stop her from swallowing. The surprise of being walked in on was too much, and Fox couldn't have stopped his release even if he'd tried.

"Kilroy, the meeting hass been moved ahead fifteen minutess. It will neither help nor hurt our advantage." Baccus was saying as he entered. All the players were once again assembled on the stage. Fox gave them both a good look and saw they both appeared to be clean and immaculate in their matching dark grey suits. They'd taken the time to shower and retrieve fresh clothing.

"Where would the showers be, gentlemen?" Krystal asked after having finished accepting Fox's offering. She was licking her lips and teeth to clear away Fox's cum without any note of embarrassment.

"The door next to that one." Baccus answered as he adjusted his tie. He nodded at the entrance to the main office. "Hass a shower, and we made the ladiess clean your outfitss."

"Oh! I didn't notice they were even missing. We won't have to go home dirty now, Fox." She told him cheerfully. She slid off the bedding and shyly peeked out the open doorway to check for other doors. "I wondered what that door went to." She said looking back at the Loka's, and then at Fox.

"It iss stocked with everything you would need. I told the ladiess to make sure you got your clothing." Baccus said. Fox held a hand over his crotch instinctively. The fact that they were both clothed while he was naked made him feel even more nude than he literally was. Krystal didn't seem to be bothered by her nudity at all, but then again, she was never a prude about nudity. She kept herself clothed and decent aboard the Great Fox more for the crew's' comfort than for her own, and to keep Falco from walking into every wall and obstacle he came across.

"That's very nice of you to go through the trouble!" Krystal thanked them both, but the reptilian pair seemed to be focused on other matters and quickly gave each of them a brisk, but professional parting word.

"Kilroy, we should go now." Baccus said to his brother who was fetching a metal flask from the bar. He was filling it with the contents from a fresh bottle of liquor.

"Yess, yess. If I'm going to weather that man's stink then I will do sso only with something to take the edge off." KIlroy replied. They then made their departure, but Kilroy stopped just short of the door.

"We will contact you again regarding our arrangementss. We will be disscrete." Kilroy said. "And one of the women iss here with your clothess."

True to his word one of the Goannan women that was up in front entered. In her arms was folded clothing that looked familiar. Fox felt grateful that he'd just had an orgasm, considering the new girl's assets.

"Misster and misster Loka, I have the guesstss outfitss from cleaning." She said. Her skin was a pleasant blue color. Unlike the two males she was a shade of blue like water. It seemed normal for Goannan men to be darker drab colors while the females were brighter and more colorful. Their personalities were certainly colorful, from Fox's experience.

"Thank you for having our things cleaned." Krystal moved to take the clothing from the girl. The Goannan was dressed in a skimpy cocktail dress and had her hair fixed smartly with wavy bangs in the front and a bun in the back held together with what looked like chopsticks. It looked to be dyed platinum blonde. No surprise there. She pulled the clothing away from Krystal before the vixen to claim them. The stack pressed into the meat of the Goannan's heavy bust and Fox took care to not let himself stray, as he was still nude and in a vulnerable position with his hands over his crotch.

"You both should be showering before you dresss." She chastised Krystal. The vixen agreed that she was was right and turned to Fox to gesture at him to "come".

"Mynt we are leaving. Take care of our guesstss." Baccus told the girl sternly, and then the brothers were gone with the fox and vixen left alone with the curvaceous secretary that still held ownership over their folded attire.

"Come thiss way and I will show you the shower." The woman requested, and both foxes followed. Krystal was undisturbed by her nudity in front of the newcomer, and Fox felt highly self-conscious. He was still holding his hands over himself as they were led into the side room that was the bathroom the brothers had indicated earlier. Fox would have thought it strange to have such an accommodating bathroom attached right next to their office, but considering the events of last night, Fox felt it was installed out of necessity for guests.

Had it been a different female guiding them he might have felt more secure, but around the Loka's secretaries he felt like he was a piece of meat being salivated over by a predator. The women here were voracious with their eyes whose hands were no doubt only held in check by the fact they might lose their paychecks if they didn't. Fox was grateful for his humility. Only the threat of punishment from their bosses kept them from pursuing him. He tried to keep it from going to his head every time he visited the brothers' office, but after so many visits he could no longer deny that the women under their employ had a thing for famous men, and this was especially true for fighter pilots. It was a combination of traits they apparently couldn't ignore. They were basically Goannan gold diggers. Probably why they worked in the Loka office.

"We have a walk in shower for your usse. When you are both done I will have you escorted from the building and returned to the Great Foxx." The girl explained. "Do you need anything from me?"

She was politely standing off to the side of the bathroom. Their clothing had been neatly deposited onto the toilet seat in a stack. Fox was very aware that the girl was eyeing him up rather intently. He had a vague awareness of who she was. She was probably one of the ladies he'd see sitting in the glassed off portion of the lobby whenever he visited the brothers. 'They like anyone that looks like they have a lil power or money, both.' Falco had said to Fox once. Mynt seemed to be liking Fox a lot. Didn't help that he was naked.

"I think we can manage on our own. I'm sure you have more important things to do than babysit a pair of pilots." Krystal told her politely and the Goannan managed to hide a frown. She smiled at both of them, nodded, and let her gaze linger over Fox's hands a moment before excusing herself from the bathroom.

"They do seem to like you around here, don't they, Fox?" She asked him, sounding rather amused rather than any kind of offended. She never did care of other women eyed him, which always helped his peace of mind when around women.

"Yeah. They do." He said, feeling a little more comfortable for once now that he and her were alone. Actually alone.

Their shower proved to be a sexless one. They spent the majority of their time scrubbing their fur clean of the previous night's fluids and discussing how they were going to explain themselves to the rest of the team. They hadn't checked in with them at all the previous day.

"Kilroy said they'd had one of their girls send a status update to the ship. They shouldn't be worried about us, Fox." she had started off with that piece of information. It was reassuring that the crew would at least know that they hadn't gotten kidnapped or executed while traversing Belter Sol. Neither weren't unlikely outcomes to outsiders who were too naive or ignorant of how dangerous Belter could be.

"When did he say that?" Fox asked. He hadn't heard him or Baccus mention anything about sending a message to the Great Fox this morning.

"Last night when we were having sex. I think you were asleep." She told him. That was like cold water over the head, even though the water rushing from the showerhead was comfortably hot.

"I don't want them to know." Fox said. He suddenly felt awful inside. Hearing her so bluntly remind him of last night, and bringing up that more happened after he had passed out. No way to put it out of his mind now, the memory made real. She must have noticed his feelings. Krystal always could as she was an empath.

"Then they won't know." She replied. Krystal turned away from him and grabbed up a bar of soap. She moved behind him and started rubbing his shoulders until there was a thick lather. "What will we let them know?"

"They invited us to drink and we didn't want to be rude." Fox said after a few seconds of thought. Alcohol felt like a cheap excuse, but what else was there?

"You know I don't hold my liquor very well." She reminded him, and he remembered that that was true. She was the lightest weight drinker on the ship. Falco made her a mixed drink once in a shot glass and it knocked her out. Ignoring the fact that Falco was an asshole at the manufacturing of shots, Krystal had to drink liquor on the rocks and in sips. A whole lot of rocks.

"Yeah, you're right. They might think that odd if we were drinking." Fox told her. Krystal reached around him and pinched his cheek a little hard. Fox, startled by the gesture, stared at her with mild confusion.

"I would never turn down a drink offered after signing a deal that lucrative for the team, Fox." she scolded him playfully. "I didn't want to be rude and offend them, so we both drank, and then I got very drunk. Then, since between the two of us I'm the one that's best at sending out updates and messages, we both ended up not sending any report on what we were up to, which explains why their secretary sent the message instead of us, meaning me."

Fox nodded along with her as she spoke and was silent for a few moments before agreeing. "Yeah. That sounds about right."

"I love you." She told him, sincerity in her voice. Fox smiled faintly back at her and nodded to her. "I do!"

Krystal reached back around him at pinched one of his nipples hard enough to make him yelp before she stuck her head over his shoulder and planted a kiss on his lips. They shared that moment under the water for a while before turning to face each other. The kiss continued.

"I love you." She told him again after they parted.

"Me, too." Fox told her, and he smiled a little brighter that time. "Let's go with that story, and we'll just follow each others lead."

"Ok. I'll send them a little copy of our story, too. So they can continue to be discreet." She added. Fox tried to hide his expression, but Krystal caught it anyway. "Don't. It'll be ok, Fox. They left. I didn't leave with them. You don't need to feel that way about all this, ok?"

Krystal rubbed her hands on Fox's cheeks gently, then she squished his cheeks together toward his lips and giggled at him. "Be happy?" She asked him.

"I'll try." Fox did his best to reply despite having his face being deformed by a pair of delicate hands that he knew meant well. He knew he'd have to try.

The blue Goannan was waiting for them out in the office. She'd apparently been there the entire time and was looking frustrated and bored at first glance before quickly shifting to a much more polite appearance. The girl confirmed to the pair that the Great Fox had been notified that they were on their way home.

Krystal pulled out her and Fox's communicators from the disposable baggy the cleaners had put their personal belongings in. Fox wondered if they, meaning the Loka's, had tampered with anything, but decided that wouldn't be in the brother's best interest ultimately. And what would they gain by spying on such a small operation like theirs?

"I'll message Peppy. I'm sure he's worried himself five years older over this." She commented. "Yeah, we've got some worried messages it looks like."

She was thumbing through the tiny touchscreen and he checked his own, and there were messages. He didn't want to read them, but he did. They were all polite and professional with an undercurrent of worry through each one. Except one from Falco. His read, "Where the fuck are you two? Peppy is ripping his ears out, and after that he'll probably go for my feathers!"

The pair was greeted by a trio of armed Goannans and a taxi. The taxi looked beaten up and dented from gunfire on the outside, but the interior was well furnished and maintained with lacquered wood trim and leather. Fox suspected it was a private car used for pick ups and drop offs of VIP guests that wouldn't draw any special attention due to its junky exterior. It looked no different than the other junk heaps that flew all across Belter Sol.

"Kind of feel like we're being taken care of." Krystal commented as she ran her hand over the upholstery. It was black leather that was a little broken in from use, which only made it more comfortable to sit on. There looked to be clean glasses and some bottles of different alcohols available in the console, but neither of them took part in any of it.

"Probably just protecting their investment." Fox replied. He thought as little as possible of the previous day's events. Instead he busied himself with the details and numbers of the contract they'd signed. He, and Krystal, would be asked questions about it when they got back to the ship.

"How do you think they'll react to the contract?" Krystal asked. He shrugged.

"Probably think there is some fine print in there we missed. They won't want to believe the Loka Brothers are being so generous." He said. The driver was sitting ahead with a glass pane between the driver's cabin and the passenger cabin so it was unlikely he could hear anything, but you never knew. However, they were in a car owned by the Loka Brothers and therefore it could be safely assumed that the driver was a man under their employ and that the vehicle might be bugged. Fox trusted that they could expect a reasonable amount of safety given that they are now under a new contract.

"Well, there is the detail we won't be mentioning to them." She added. Fox crossed his arms and kept his thoughts from straying too near to that area of fact. "We can play up the fact that they said they'd help feed us work with their network. They did say they'd do that."

"They did. If we are successful then they will be successful, and I'm sure they will pull strings to help facilitate that." Fox continued. He still felt uneasy. Could it be unreasonably of him to think that the contract they'd signed was just an extravagant means to add a new woman to the harem? It's not like they are hurting for money. He shook the idea out of his mind as quickly as it had arrived.

"Fox?" Krystal asked, seemingly a little concerned.

"Nothing. Just dealing." He told her.

"Alright." She smiled over at him. It was a sad smile, and she slid her hand over to his and squeezed. He squeezed her back and gave her a smile. Hide the unease and fear, he thought, hide it and keep his fingers crossed.

The Great Fox was a lot emptier when they returned. They made their entry into the ship via the cargo hold to see how the unloading of goods was going. The smallest parcels and containers were nowhere to be seen, but the largest items were still present. The two Androssian fighters were being packaged for transport right inside the Great Fox's cargo bay by a team of several mechanics. Slippy was overseeing them hurriedly with a look of panic that a man might have of seeing strangers sniff around his new car. A bit paranoid.

"Fox!" Slippy exclaimed, much to the startled surprise from the working crews. They were applying protective coverings to the damaged regions of the fighters and reinforcing other parts as if they were to be shipped outside Belter Sol. It wouldn't have surprised Fox at all if the Loka Brothers had found a buyer for the space fighters as soon as they'd learned that they were buying the ships themselves. Fox didn't linger too long on the thought of who might be purchasing a pair of Androssian space fighters.

"We're back, Slippy!" Krystal waved to him energetically. The amphibian slid down a ladder and jogged his way over to the foxes as they walked up the loading ramp. He was panting by the time he reached them.

"Where have you been! We've been trying to get in contact with you since yesterday. We were all worried about the both of you!" Slippy rattled on between breathes.

"We we're invited for drinks, and we didn't want to be rude." Krystal lied convincingly.

"I don't think either of us stopped to think to check our comms. They wanted to have drinks with us after we signed the contract and we ended up doing that until, well, we passed out." Fox added his own lie. Slippy exhaled and rolled his eyes.

"You gotta be kidding me! I expect that from Falco, but not our boss! And especially not you!" Slippy said, ending off with green finger aimed at Krystal, who feigned a look of being hurt by his accusation.

"I can hold my own-" she began to defend herself.

"No you can't." Slippy cut her off. He was right, since Krystal could never drink like Fox or the others could. "Come on, let's go see Peppy. I think he's looking over the contract you guys signed."

"Alright. I'm sure he's pulling his hair out over that, too." Fox said. The three made their way over the lift that would take them up to the next level of the Great Fox's cargo bay.

"That bad?" Slippy asked. "And what about those guys?" Slippy gestured over to the work crews crawling over the pair of fighters like ants on candy.

"I think he'll be more worried about how good it sounds." Krystal explained.

"They'll be fine. They know better than to mess up anything their boss' spend money on." Fox reassured Slippy who seemed worried.

"I'm not worried about the fighters, Fox, I'm worried about my ship!" He replied.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Let's go." Fox assured him again and the three went up the lift.

Fox walked them over to the elevator and keyed them in. The elevator took them up the next level, which opened out into a central hallway with numerous doorways and maintenance panels. Home sweet home. Krystal keyed her own ID code into one of the wall panels and checked out where everyone was on the ship. Their IDs were embedded into their communicators and pinged on the ship's digital map. Falco was nowhere to be seen and Peppy was in the mess hall.

"Peppy is in the mess." Krystal told the others. From there they walked the hall until they reached the corridor that led to the mess, which also served as their lounge.

The older rabbit was sitting at the kitchen table with his elbows propped on the metal tabletop. He was staring down at a tablet with a fair level of scrutiny. His ears perked up when he noticed he had visitors from behind him.

"My word, Fox, don't scare me like that." Peppy stood up from the table looking much like a worried parent. With his age and his past friendship with James McCloud it was only fair for the older man to try to fill the role of advisor and resident worry-wort.

"We're back safe and sound, Peppy." Fox said.

"They went and pulled a Falco, Peppy." The amphibian scolded the foxes.

"They did what?" Peppy asked. He grabbed Fox by the shoulder and gave him a gentle shake.

"Peppy, they got us drunk after signing that contract. I didn't want us to be rude and refuse their offer. They can drink a lot." Krystal spoke up to explain the previous night's events.

"Oh my, well, I guess I should be relieved that it was just that and not something Falco would do." Peppy tried to make light of the development, but he was still clearly unnerved by the loss of contact with them for so many hours unexpectedly. On Belter Sol, Fox couldn't honestly blame him for being on edge about it, and it did make him feel a little guilty. But Fox had other distressing things going on at the time that kept him very well distracted.

"That IS something Falco would do and has done. Is he still out chasing tail?" Slippy said. Peppy shrugged it off as a mystery and gestured for them all to take seats at the table. Fox walked around to other side and Krystal followed him. Slippy took up a seat next to Peppy to see the contract displayed on the screen.

"How did you come about getting this deal signed, Fox?" Peppy asked him with seriousness. "It smells too good."

"If it means anything, I'd like to say that I never felt anything from them during the meeting that had me skeptical of their intentions. They don't know I'm empathic, so I don't think they'd have been able to hide their feelings from me to trick me." Krystal suggested first. Peppy looked from her to Fox.

"Fox?" The hare asked.

"I believe they must think it's a gamble. They are betting on our reputation and track record that we'll be a winning horse. We just brought them two space fighters, which I think helped them make their decision. They gave us that contract without a lot of discussion beforehand, so I think they had been sitting on it and then only now decided to pass it our direction." Fox explained.

"I overheard one of the crew guys out there say that the space fighters have already been resold to a new buyer. That's why they are dolling them up for transport like that. Whoever bought them must have bought them as is and will do the repair work themselves." Slippy volunteered.

"Well, that's alarming." Krystal said. "Means whoever bought them might be trained at working on those types of machines."

"True. We may yet see those fighters again, but in a different state of repair." Peppy said. There was an unspoken truth there that if they did see those fighters again it would likely be with them fully operational.

"But, back to the contract. I think we can trust them. Everything hinges on us being able to do regular business with them, and they are willing to assist us in finding work." Fox drug the conversation back to the contract with the Loka Brothers.

"Well, I hope they are as good at that as they are at getting you to sell our souls." Peppy said, looking back down at the contract and scrolling through its pages.

"I'm confident that things will turn out alright. You all shouldn't be so gloomy!" Krystal made an effort to boost the mood. The three men did agree that if they could find regular work then the contract would give them a lot of reward. If the work was regular.

"We might want to let Falco know, though. Maybe he'll actually try to find some real work while he's out having his fun." Krystal joked.

"He's more likely to come back with a prescription for something he caught to be honest." Slippy said whilst hopping down from the stool. "I'm going to go back to check on things with the cargo bay. I don't like them poking their noses through the ship."

"Alright, Slippy. Make sure they don't steal the hubcaps." Fox told him, but the amphibian just waved him off as he made his way back toward the corridor from whence they came.

R.O.B. entered after Slippy left and offered his mechanical greeting and welcome to Fox and Krystal. Even their robot had been worried, apparently.

"Fox, I have received a notification from the Belter Sol Docking Control that our docking fees have been given a discount of 25% for the remainder of our stay." R.O.B. informed Fox with Krystal and Peppy both listening.

"Did they give a reason?" Peppy asked.

"Belter Sol Dock Control passed along an encrypted message from the Loka Brothers. Shall I read it?" R.O.B. asked. Fox scowled, then told R.O.B. to go ahead. Krystal watched Fox, but hid her own pinch of nervousness at what that message might be. Peppy didn't notice either of their reactions as he was too focused on R.O.B.

"As a thank you for helping us in a difficult negotiation we are discounting your docking fee, retroactively, until the end of your stay at Belter Sol. Do continue to bring us military surplus in the future." R.O.B. recited, minus the drawl on the s common to Goannon speech.

"Well, guess that helps explain why they gave us this contract so easily then." Peppy commented, and Fox nodded. "Military surplus in what is suppose to be a time of peace."

"I think after what Lylat has been through we won't be seeing much peace." Fox replied, grimly.

"Our children will see a better place, even if we won't." Krystal added, taking Fox by surprise. Peppy chuckled and Fox found himself blushing at the implication.

"I'll go over this contract some more and make sure I haven't missed anything. I don't want us surprised down the road." Peppy said, trying to spare Fox some of his embarrassment.

"I could use a shower, Fox. I'll be in our quarters if you need me." Krystal told him, and she touched his arm before passing him to make her way to the corridor. He shrugged his shoulders and stretched his arms.

"Maybe you should have one, too, Fox. You look awfully tired." Peppy suggested, and it was a genuine suggestion not some sort of innuendo regarding where Krystal was heading. "And maybe a wash of clothes, too."

Fox grabbed his neck and popped a joint. He knew his outfit was clean, but Peppy wouldn't have known that. He agreed with the hare that he was right. Another shower could do him some good. He made his getaway after a quick comment to Peppy that he should harass Falco to get his tail back or find us some more work. Peppy only laughed at the impossibility of either task.

In their shared quarters, the captain's cabin, they only had a single queen bed and small circular table for furniture that wasn't attached directly to a wall. Both were bolted to the floor in case of turbulence during travel. The table was only large enough for 4 people to squeeze at shoulder to shoulder. The Star Fox team used to squeeze around that table to play cards before Krystal joined their ranks. Now they played cards in the mess where the tables were larger.

Krystal was in the bathroom but she didn't have the water running and her clothing was folded on the bed. Fox stepped into the doorway of the bathroom and watched her as she ran a comb through her hair. Their bathroom, like their bedroom, was larger than the other crew cabins. They had a full length mirror pane installed on the door to the shower stall which Krystal was using to examine herself. She saw Fox standing in the doorway via the reflection in the mirror.

"I couldn't decide if I should take a second shower today or not." She told him.

"We could. Slippy and R.O.B. will see we used up some water in their usage logs." Fox told her. Even though her back was to him he could see her face in the mirror. Her attention was divided between the comb she was running through her hair to sort out the kinks and imperfections she'd missed earlier and watching him in the mirror.

"I guess so. Did you notice their shower had marble tiling on the floor?" She asked him, actually turning to look at him.

"What? No, I don't guess I did." He told her. Fox ignored the reference to them and stepped further into the bathroom as she returned to the mirror and her hair.

"If we start doing better with our finances maybe we can get some tile flooring done in our quarters! Make our cabin fit for a king, or a pilot." She smiled mischievously at him in the mirror. Fox was too busy looking at her backside. It wasn't just her rump, but her entire figure. The gentle sweeping of her tail, the curvature of her torso, the tightness or her ass, and how every time her arms lifted he caught a glimpse of the sides of her breasts as they hung free off her chest like dangling dreams.

"You should join me, Fox. It isn't fair that you're the only one that gets a view." Krystal gave him her recommendation as a professional lover. Fox could tell that most of her hair work was clearly for show, as her hair of perfectly fixed the way she liked it and not a kink or cowlick in sight. She was posing for him, knowing that he was behind her and watching her every graceful sway. Now this is the Krystal he remembered and was so fond of.

"Maybe." Fox replied even as he was slowly undoing his uniform. Little by little he undressed at about the same pace as she was fixing her hair. He eventually joined her in nudity with her eyes glinting up and down from his own eyes to well beneath his chin and back again in motions that left her comb sliding absently through her blue locks in an unplanned autopilot.

"Much better." She said, smiling at him. Fox stepped behind her and grabbed her hand that wielded the comb just as it crested the top of her head. He stole the comb away from her and ran the teeth through her hair himself in deliberate gestures. Her back was to his chest and she let her hands fall to her sides to cup her asscheeks. She was slowly grinding her rump into his crotch as he tended to her head with the teeth massaging her scalp in ways only possible when it was another personal controlling the comb.

"You missed a spot." He told her. Her eyes were half lidded and lazy with him right behind her and teasing her head with the comb.

"Ooh? Did I now?" She asked him. There seemed to be an assumption from her that he was making an innuendo.

"You haven't brushed your tail at all." He explained. The plainness of his remark surprised her. Her surprised faded, however, after he knelt behind her with the comb. The teeth of the comb found the fur of her tail and trailed down its length in long lazy strokes. Fox kissed one of her cheeks and leaned his face into the soft flesh of her rump as he continued to run his hands and the comb down her tail.

"You should be using an actual brush, Fox." She chided him from above. The vixen was leaning herself into her own reflection as she stuck her butt out for him.

"Turn around." He told her. He lifted himself off her rump and she complied. Her tail swished across his thighs as she found herself a new position against the mirrored door. Fox was squatting on the balls of his feet in front of her now.

He let the comb drop to the floor. He replaced it with her tail where he gave it a gentle tug that made the vixen arch her back and roll her hips forward for him. His other hand traced up and down her thigh as his mouth met her nether lips.

His vixen didn't say anything to him, but her hands found his ears where she rubbed them gently and with much affection. As he ate at her folds she caressed him, both his ears and his cheeks, with firm strokes from her fingers and palms. Their combined breathing and the sound of slickened lips being teased by experienced lips filled the little room that was their bath.

"Tilt." Fox told her shortly. He tugged down on her tail sharply to make his point. She tilted her hips and pushed her pussy into his waiting mouth. He wasn't tackling her lips aggressively, but he was being focused on his task all the same for the kind of precision he was accustomed to with their lovemaking. Fox worked in a practiced pattern that drug his tongue between her lips deeply until it flicked up across her clit. Again and again he lapped at her slowly and with fluctuating pressure that refused to let her fall into a rhythm where she would be allowed to know what the sensation she would next feel would be.

From there he would bury his nose into her clit and french kiss her cunt to lap up at the juices from their source that were now freely flowing from her folds. The vixen's breathing was growing in pace and her hands were now gripping and tightening at him more firmly than before.

"Ooh, Fox." She whispered almost breathlessly with tightly shut eyes. He kissed her over her clit and suckled the nub gently before applying a harsh vacuum to it that he knew from experience would make her quake. She gasped and clenched her hands over his ears, but he didn't relent. He retrieved his hand from her leg and spread her lips with his fingers to expose her clit in all its vulnerable glory.

The blue vixen could only moan and shudder against the mirrored door as he sucked in air from the nose pressed into her muff and exhaled between the teeth teasing her clit. The wash of hot breath tickling and torturing her sensitive button in ways he knew only he'd discovered. If he wasn't suckling her he was lapping at her with his tongue in a steady stream of assaults that had Krystal leaving red marks under Fox's fur from where her hands held at his ears and where her fingernails drew trenches in his fur.

Krystal was his. She was moaning for him, and clutching at him more harshly, and shuddering and shivering just for him and him alone. He felt bold and powerful as he attacked her clit almost like he was trying to be abusive. He wanted he to scream and wail from his touch, to give in and buckle and tremble at the might that was his oral fixation upon her sloppy mound. It proved too much for her, and the vixen tried to push his head away even as she was locking her knees together with eyes staring up at the ceiling with a lack of focus made possible only by the explosion of an orgasm ripping up through her spine.

He'd do with her what he wanted. Fox forced himself against her cunt and continued to devour her folds and at her overtaxed nub despite her whimpering and whines. She pleaded for him to stop, telling him it was too much, even as her knees shook under her and her tail flicked spastically behind her against its reflection in the mirror. Fox knew her pleas were lies by how her hands, which had been pushing him away, were now holding him steady against her so harshly that his nose ached from the pressure of being forced against her crotch. Her eyes were now like lightbulbs that had just freshly popped, dim and unaware despite the rest of her body recoiling from the orgasm that was still hitting her like an electrocution. With how high her eyes were rolled upwards it would be a surprise if she could have even taken note of the coloring paneling of their ceiling through the half covering of her lids.

Her cunt was soaked, as was his hand and mouth.

"Oooh, Fox... Tha-that..." she was panting heavily. Fox could almost feel a fragment of her heartbeat from her cunt as her heart raced up above. She still couldn't look down from the ceiling like her vision was glued on the circular lights overhead. "Fah-, Fah-felt so good."

"Turn around again, Krystal." He told her firmly. Fox wanted to try something else, something he knew she'd never done before. He was absolutely certain. It was the one place he'd never been allowed to go. Something he had never done. When she didn't respond, either deliberately or because she was still reeling from her climax, he flicked his thumb across her clit which made her flinch and pout. "Belly to the mirror."

She slowly complied, and wobbled on her legs as she did it. Krystal's knees were as unstable as a table leg without its nails and glue. It didn't matter to Fox. When her front was again pressed against the mirror he supported her with his hands, which were now tucked under her asschecks to caress and spread the soft flesh. He opened her crack wide with his thumbs and saw her pussy dripping underneath. Above that and under her tail was the perfect pinkish pucker of her virgin asshole. Clean as a whistle.

Nothing had ever been there before, not even him. But Fox was going to have to change that. He was going to take something that was his. He slipped two of his fingers into her pussy and stroked at her inner walls to probe and locate her innermost button while his thumb found the outermost one. Krystal's shoulder's flinched at the renewed pressure on her clit and instinctively tilted her rump up for him to have all the access he'd require. Her breath was fogging the mirror as she rubbed her cheek against her reflection.

"Fox..." she whispered as he gently massaged her both inside and out. His other hand spread her cheek to the side and with his thumb he tugged at the edge of her pucker to tease her precious hole. Her pucker refused to open despite the tugging from his thumb, so tight that it was. A virgin orifice like that was gripping tight to itself as if it sensed the threat Fox posed to its chastity. The vixen hummed and did her best to tilt her hips more for her lover as he probed her tunnel with his hand. She was on the tips of her toes with a tail that flicked and coiled around Fox's shoulder.

Fox hesitated before licking his lips, which felt curiously dry. There was a moment where he almost retreated away from his intentions. He was afraid that she'd pull away from him and scold him for being so filthy, but he looked up at her and felt himself regain the steel in his resolve. She was submitting to him with little whimpers and moans. The blue vixen was his to play with and he was going to play with her as he damn well desired. Fox was going to do it.

His tongue planted itself on her pucker cleanly like a dart to a board's bullseye.

"Fox!" Krystal gasped, clearly startled. She flinched her torso and tugged her hips toward the mirror to pluck herself from his lips, but he was going to have none of that. With the hand molesting her cunt he pinched his fingers and thumb together to mash at her clit and inner walls at the same time with a crab's claw grip. The vixen's knees clamped together quickly and she fell against the mirror hard enough to rattle the sliding door.

"Enough of that." Fox told her and returned to give her asshole a kiss. She shivered against him and hesitated with her body language. She was quiet save for the whimpers and moans she was trying to hide. It was almost like she was hyperventilating from the shock of his tongue doing swirls and circles on her star. He released the pressure on her cunt and returned to being gentle with his teasing.

"But, but, F-fox... That's-" She pleaded with him sheepishly. He removed his thumb from her clit and shoved an additional finger between her folds. Together, his three digits forced themselves deep until they found the spot she treasured most. He shoved his hand deep within her walls and teased at her gspot without much care to her sensitivity. Her hips, like clockwork, tilted up and he was once again making his vixen present herself to him obediently.

"I'm going to do what I want." He told her firmly. She started panting at herself in the mirror. The fog around her mouth was a flurry of rapid expansions and retractions as her breath ebbed against it like an ocean's tide "Don't move your hips."

Fox felt powerful. He mauled her asshole with his lips and tongue. She shivered and trembled against him with her pucker winking nervously under his attentions. He let go of her ass cheek and took a firm hold of her tail. He yanked up on it and she yelped sharply.

Krystal, his maiden, was in full submission to him. The circle of fog near her mouth was growing from the constant heat she was exhaling over the mirror. She forced her rump to remain in its upturned position for him. Her back was arched with a feline grace as she surrendered herself to Fox's hunger. His dominance was working wonders on her and he could tell her blood was boiling for him. She was as hot as he'd ever seen her and she was soon going to explode for him.

Fox gripped her tail harder and yanked up with steady pressure. She whimpered and panted and stepped up on the tips of her toes as he rolled his tongue against her pucker. The fingers in her cunt were sliding back and forth rapidly with him touch and pushing at her most sensitive spot with a quickness and pattern she couldn't adjust to.

"Fah-Fox! W-wait..." she whispered with a wetness that indicated to him down below that she was salivating so hard she must have been threatening to drool. Fox could tell she was aching in her groin even as she gave into the sensations of pleasure. "P-please..."

"No." he told her and continued unabated. His hand worked her cunt harder. His tongue pressed into her asshole all the more firmly. He rolled his wet digit against her and buried his nose into the fur between her crack.

"Fooox, please! Too much, it's too-" she tried to beg him to stop, but he refused. He answered her with a hard shove of his hand into her cunt. His knuckles forced themselves against her lips as his fingertips pressed roughly into the delicate button hidden within her walls. "Fox!"

His fingers rolled against her special place steadily and without cease like he was attacking it. His tongue, too, was attacking her, pressing against her so forcibly that it threatened to open her hole and delve into its virginal depths. Her cunt was more sloppy than he'd ever felt it. She was drooling from her pussy so hard the juices were dribbling and draining down the length of his arm. He kept his hold on her tail tight and tugged it upward each and every time her legs threatened to move without his permission. With each fresh tug her knees locked up and her ass flexed into the tilt that gave him the best access to her cunt and pucker.

The vixen was trembling all over whilst she panted and wailed against her reflection in the mirror. Fox didn't care how sore she'd be afterwards. He just wanted her to pop at his command. He wanted to make her cum. Fox extracted his hand enough from her cunt to slip in the tip of his thumb and pinky, and from there he forced the rest of his hand in like a missile to its target. Krystal yelped and wailed and her knees buckled under her, but he held her aloft by the hand on her tail and the fist in her cunt.

With great effort he found her gspot again and slammed all his available fingers on it and tapped it like the a the keypad of a stubborn elevator until the blue vixen was screaming his name in a warbling trill that lay her exhaustion and well fucked state of mind out for full exposure. With a wet pop he yanked his hand from her now thoroughly abused cunt. Her lips were soaked and lewdly parted from having been invaded by Fox's whole fist. Fox was proud of how harshly he'd made her cream herself. It felt good to claim her as hard as they had in the pompous lounge! And he did it by actually caring enough about her to use his fucking mouth and hands.

Fox let go of her tail and she dropped to the floor like a stone and toppled over onto her side. The vixen could only breath in long and shaky rises of her chest as she shook and trembled lightly from the tips of her ears down to the end of her tail.

"You're welcome." He told her, licking his lips. His right hand now hurt from how long he'd been finger fucking her, but he dismissed it readily. She couldn't offer him any kind of coherent reply. Krystal was a mess of limp slut. His slut.

He picked her up and carried her across the threshold of their bathroom to bring her to the edge of the bed. It was there that he deposited her without any ceremony so that she was a tangled collection of white and blue limbs. Fox straightened her out, which she offered no help or resistance to, to get her sorted for his needs. He got her where he wanted her in short order with her laying on her back and butt right at the edge of the mattress. He spread her legs wide and hooked his hands under her knees.

The erection he'd be studiously ignoring was now grossly impatient. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this hard. Maybe when he was a teenager, or the first couple of months of being sexually active with Krystal, before the repetition and normalcy stole the initial passion of their new relationship.

He buried himself in her and heard himself groan from the feel of how hot she was against his cock. She felt loose, but that was good. He'd been the one who loosened her up. Krystal was still limp, but she was moaning for him and smiling like a drunken bar slut. She was like this, drunk out of her mind on pleasure, for him this time! He fucked her raw as hard as he could. The vixen under him pouted and yelped every time his hips collided with hers. She was again trembling with muscles twitching and toes flexing, and doing it all because of him because of him.

Fox needed more than just fucking missionary. This was what he usually did with her. He wanted to go further. Whatever it was going to be he knew it would need to be something that would break her in. He had to finish the job, right? His cock wasn't going to settle with being second best today, and he knew it. Fox was going to break her in hard. He remembered the previous night and everything that happened in that sordid chain of events that left Krystal looking like a filthy whore in front of him, and he had an idea.

Fox pulled out of her and roughly flipped her over so that she now laid awkwardly on her belly. Her legs fell off the bed and was now positioned for a romp of doggystyle, but that wasn't his plan though. Fox knew he had a strong set of legs and arms. He kept himself in shape, so he knew he could do it. Krystal wasn't that heavy.

Fox reached out with a hand and found the back of his woman's neck and grabbed her tightly by the scruff. She whimpered and whined, but was still completely submissive to him. His other hand lined up his cock to slip inside her well used pussy, then moved up to grab her by the base of the tail. If Baccus could do it then he sure as hell could as well!

With her neck and tail in firm hands he hoisted her up off the mattress much like he'd seen the Goannan do the day before. He'd never had to carry her by her full dead weight before, and it was proving to be an unexpected burden to his grip and muscles. He rocked her back so she fell deeper on his cock and her slammed his hips into her.

His balance teeter dangerously close to toppling over, but he found that balance again and gave her another thrust. Steadily, carefully, he fucked her with heavy swings of his hips as she make wet noises from below and shrill whines and whorish moans.

Krystal was like a ragdoll, just like she had been made to be yesterday on more than one occasion. Her arms dangling below her along with her tail. His thighs and abdominals were screaming at him almost as loud as his vixen was trying to say his name. His muscles were making more sense to him than all her half sensible vocals. The work and exertion was taking its heavy toil on his legs with her body feeling more and more like a hot lead weight trying to drag him down.

His legs shook under him and Fox was forced to let her fall forward onto the bed. He wasn't done yet. Fox let go of her neck and grabbed her by the hair to shove her face into the bedding. He loosened his grip on her tail and forced his thumb into her asshole so he could fuck her pucker down to its broad knuckle.

It was the hardest he'd ever fucked her before. He was normally always so vanilla with her. He never wanted to go too far with her. It wasn't normally in Fox's nature to want to push her to her limit or to risk hurting her by being too rough, but right now he didn't give a damn. Krystal clearly didn't care either by her vocal response. He was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted with her, just like they did yesterday, and Krystal was cumming herself stupid all the harder for it!

By the time he finally let loose his load in her she was nearly comatose. All she did was breathe into the mattress with the blank eyes of an addict that had just OD'd themselves. She'd never looked so fucking beautiful to him before this. The adrenaline in Fox's system was making him feel like he'd won something. The rush was there, the thrill, of a job well done, like it was a triumph.

He pulled out and watched his load trickle out of her without restraint. He'd left her opening good and raw. Even her asshole looked abused from how roughly he ended up thumb fucked her. Fox was feeling his own exhaustion hit him as the adrenaline high ebbed lower and lower. He'd eventually hit rock bottom. Before that could happen he tugged her up higher on the bed so she wasn't dangling anything off the edge. She didn't help him any with that as she was still quite thoroughly brain dead from the string of orgasms she'd be forced to endure.

Fox really did feel so much better. He was exhausted, for sure. His right hand was aching at the wrist and between his fingers at the knuckles from how hard he'd worked her cunt. And his legs burned from holding her up in the air. Everything burned a little, really. But he still felt good. He'd fucked her so goddamn hard. Fucked her stupid.

"Foooox." Krystal whispered in a drawl. She was still belly down on the mattress with her head turned away from him. He was laid out on his back next to her with no intention of moving until everything quit bruning quite so much.

"Yeah?" He asked. He could tell from his own voice that his exertion was catching up with him.

"Fank. You." She slurred. There was a very quiet element of giggliness to her voice as she was clearly starting to feel sensible enough for speech. He reached over and grabbed a handful of her ass and gently squeezed it. He watched her wiggle her toes.

"You're welcome." He replied. She flexed her back and it looked like she was trying to move herself over. She promptly fell limp and pouted like a child into the mattress.

"Rholl me over!" She pouted at him loudly as she tried to picked herself up again only to fail. Chuckling, Fox grabbed her by the arm and hauled her across the bedding so she landed with her chest pressed against his side. She planted her nose under his chin and snuggled with him.

"That was soo goood!" She told him and drew one leg over one of his. He snaked an arm around her and grabbed her ass again.

"I thought so, too, Krystal." He agreed. It had been damn good.

"You did dirty stuff..." She giggled into the fur of his neck. He laughed with her. "I've never had that done before."

"I take it you liked it?" Fox asked her. She purred under his chin and pulled herself tighter against him. She snaked one of her own arms over his chest reach around and grab at one of his ears to massage him with her fingers.

"Mmhmm!" She said. Krystal was sounding much more like herself now. "Maybe next time you can do that again."

He groped her ass a little harder, then released her. He traced his index finger across her cheek until it fell between her ass and landed on her tender pucker. Slowly, he traced little circles over her rear end's exit. She flexed against him and giggled into his fur.

"Maybe next time I can bury something a lot bigger in there." He propositioned her with a firm, but gentle push at her asshole with his fingertip. Her ears flinched and she wiggled her butt away from his hand and prodding digit.

"I think that might be a ship too big to dock, sir." She admitted to him nervously, but still not losing the excitement. "Maybe. Maybe sometime later after you've gotten me better prepared?"

"Ok." He told her. There was a whisper in his mind that if he wanted to, that maybe he could make her let him, like he'd done before with everything else. He was too tired for that now though, so he let it drop. Fox could try again for that another day.

He leaned his head over hers and she slipped a finger in his ear to trace it around inner folds of his ear. He always fell asleep if she played with his ears long enough. He stopped playing with her ass and decided to run his hand through her hair instead. Together, they laid on the bed until eventually they both fell asleep. It looked like they'd have to wait a little longer to get that shower.