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The Lylat system had been invaded. Andross's vengeful star fleet declared war on the free systems of Lylat and had imbedded his soldiers on every planet.

Then the Aparoids came. Of course, Star Fox had been right in the thick of it. General Pepper had hired them to combat Andross's forces when the first wave of parasitic Aparoids appeared.

With no other choice, The Great Fox and her crew flew head first into the fray. The Aparoids were a threat to the entire system, Andross's Forces and Cornerian alike. Cornerian forces were fighting on two fronts, combatting both the ape-like forces under Andross and the parasitic drones at once. But not for long. Andross's starships were overwhelmed quickly, lacking the unity and discipline of the Cornerian Army.

Star Fox encountered unlikely allies in their time of most dire need. Their rivals and arch nemeses Star Wolf appeared just in the nick of time, emerging from the hypergate to aid Star Fox in their final battle against the Aparoid hive and the queen at its center.

Both teams shot searing insults and witty quips at one another, but their leaders, Fox McCloud and Wolf O'donnel reigned them in and together, all seven snubfighters brought the war, and the invasion, to a close.

Star Wolf had gone to hyperspace immediately after the battle was won. Even as helpful as they had been, they were still wanted fugitives by the Cornerian Army. Fox and his wingmen were given full honors when they returned to Corneria. But they knew they deserved only half the credit. How many battles had Star Wolf fought on their own path to the Aparoid homeworld?

As quickly as the ceremony had begun, Fox and his team ended it. They returned to Great Fox and left at top speed.

"It doesn't seem right, does it?" the blue furred Vixen, Krystal, asked when they strode onto the bridge of the aged mothership they had used in the previous war against Andross himself.

"What doesn't seem right?" Peppy Hare asked, waddling toward the co-captain's chair with his walking stick.

"Wolf's team is as much to thank as we are," Krystal said. "We wouldn't have been able to kill the queen without them."

Falco snorted and rubbed his lower beak as he shook his head slowly. "Normally I'd jump at the chance to rub it in their faces, even shoot 'em down given the opportunity, but Krystal's right. We owe 'em big time for this one.

Fox slumped in the captain's chair and leaned forward, one hand resting on his thigh while his opposite elbow supported his weight on his knee. "What do you think we should do about it? General Pepper will arrest them as soon as look at them."

Krystal hummed thoughtfully. Fox was right, of course. He was the leader of their merry band for a reason. "They left as soon as the Aparoid Homeworld exploded. We never got the chance to even tell them thank you for their help. We owe them that much, don't we?"

"And the second we jump to their base, they'll get in their Wolfen and blow us out of the sky!" Falco said, turning to kick the bulkhead beside the door onto the bridge. "This old bucket wont be able to stand up to them like it used to."

"Maybe not," Fox said, licking his lips. "ROB, set a course for the Sargasso Space Zone." He turned his attention back to the crew and Krystal felt hope well up inside of him. "They helped us more than once. They had ample opportunity to kill us on Corneria and didn't. Wolf has some honor. If we jump in without weapons unpowered, we might at least get to talk to them over the radio."

Peppy shrugged and turned to tap on his console. "Slippy, go get the Arwings prepped for a fight anyway. If Star Wolf doesn't appear to be in a talkative mood, you may need to cover our escape."

The amphibian mechanic and pilot nodded, rushing out the door toward the hanger bay. "I'm right on it!"

"I'm with Fox," Krystal said, folding her arms loosely beneath her bust. "I don't think Star Wolf will be a problem for us. It was only personal between you both when Andrew and Pigma were on the team, right? After they weeded out both of those pilots, the only time you were pitted against one another..." She left it hanging, looking to Fox for help.

"It was just a job. They stayed out of our way and we stayed out of theirs. For the most part. Even when it was just us, Wolf never took the killing shot. Just enough to cripple my Arwing."

Falco snorted again. "I don't know about that. Leon's seemed pretty intent on vaping my bird!"

"But he never did," Krystal said.

"Yeah, you may be right," he conceded. "I still don't think I'm gonna like flying into their territory unpowered."

"We'll be fine," Fox said. "If it makes you feel better, go wait down by the Arwings. If we need you, you and Slippy can launch at a moment's notice."

Grumbling, the bluebird spun on his heel and trudged out of the bridge.

Krystal smiled and strode to Fox's chair, her hips swaying with each step in her heeled flight boots. "This isn't going to end like that," she said. "I have a really good feeling about this. And it seems fair that we let them know we appreciate their aid."

Fox smiled up at her and nodded his agreement. "Worst case scenario, we say our thanks over the comms and jump out of there as fast as we can."

"I don't think it will come to that." She stared down at him for a moment, curious of the strange apprehension rising in him. She would almost go so far as to describe it as crippling fear. She stared down at him for a moment then smiled and glanced toward the door. "I'm going to get a bite in the galley before we drop out of warp. Do you want anything?"

Fox shook his head and offered a nervous smile. "No, thanks."

She nodded then turned to leave, her heels clopping on the old deck plate as she went. She had just been about to cross the threshold when Fox called out for her to wait. She set her hand on the door frame and turned to look over her shoulder at him. "Yes? Did you change your mind?"

Fox stood up and walked toward her. That fear was there more powerful than ever. She felt her own heart starting to beat faster as she reacted to the powerful emotions. "Do you remember after the battle on Sauria?" he asked, reaching out to take her shaking hands in his own shaking limbs. "When we were riding on Tricky's back?"

She nodded slowly, glancing about worriedly. "Yes. We were all walking to the cliffs for a picnic so we could all watch the sunset."

Yeah," Fox said, his thumbs gently stroking the backs of her own gloved hands. "Tricky mentioned our honeymoon. I said that we weren't..." He stared down at their hands and Krystal felt his nerves rising. "Well, what I mean to say is..."

Slowly he dropped to his knees and lifted his eyes up to her again. The sheer panic came to ahead and he asked "Krystal? W-will you marry me?"

Her heart leapt in her chest! She pulled one hand away from his and pressed her fingers to the top of her flight suit, where the polymer fabric of her suit gave way to white fur and the faintest swell of the top of her breast. She didn't know how to react! She wanted to run and hide, wanted to lock herself in her room like the question never came out of his muzzle!

No, HE felt that way! She licked her lips and pushed his emotions aside for a moment. What was left in their place was her own rising excitement and elation beating in her heart. "Yes!" She said, pulling him to his feet. "Yes, Fox! I'll marry you!"

He laughed jovially and wrapped his arms around her. He lifted and Krystal gave a squeak as her boots left the ground. He spun her around and grinned up at her. "Thank you! I've been thinking about it since then and I-..."

"You've been thinking about this since Tricky suggested we go back for our honeymoon?" she asked, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.

Slowly he lowered her to the deck again and nodded. "It was always in the back of my head."

Krystal smiled and hummed to herself. "How romantic." She gently brushed their lips together and Fox awkwardly mimicked her movements. "There is... one thing, though."

She felt his heart sink and it broke hers. Now, her own fear began to rise in her breast. What if he cast her aside after he found out? What if he told her he never wanted to see her again?

"What is it?" he asked, setting his hands at her hips.

"I'm not a virgin, Fox," she said in a small voice.

His heart sank into the pit of his stomache, and so did hers. "You already have a mate? Do... Cerinians mate for life?"

"No!" she said, perhaps a little too loudly. "No. Back before you met me... General scales. He made me do things. Things I'm not proud of." She turned, looking away. She didn't want to relive it but more than that, she didn't want to see the hurt in Fox's eyes. "I'm not a virgin, but I was never claimed."

The relief, she didn't know if it was Fox's or her own for finally confiding that information in anyone. She'd never told him what happened before they met other than her being imprisoned.

A gentle hand touched her chin and turned her to face Fox, who now stood eye to eye with her. He kissed her again and offered an apologetic smile. "I don't care, Krystal. The whole white wedding dress thing is over rated anyway."

She smiled, but out of the corner of her eye, she spied Peppy. She'd forgotten he was there! She was so caught up in the moment... but he sat, studying his console and pretending not to have heard her. She knew he did, though. But she felt only sympathy and joy. More joy than anything. There was no judgement. She was so glad to be in the company of good men.

"Then it's not a problem?"

Fox shook his head and gave a little laugh. "Not even a little bit."

She smiled and took his hand in hers. "Thank you, Fox."

Together, they walked toward the galley hand in hand.

* * * * *

When the stars outside of the hanger stopped streaking past and the large red space station Sargasso appeared in front of them, Krystal took a calming breath. She and Fox had gotten him over his nervousness and, honestly, fear of cuddling. They had spent their dinner vastly in silence, holding one another close and feeding each other pieces of diced fruit.

She glanced to the right of her Arwing where Fox's rested. He was situating his targeting computer's eye piece. Then the com channel opened up.

"What are you doing here, Pup?" a familiar voice called.

Krystal glanced down at her computer screen and saw Wolf's good eye leering up at her. His cybernetic eye showed no emotion, but it chilled her more than the predatory sneer on his muzzle, even.

"You left before we had a chance to talk back at the Aparoid homeworld," Fox said, his face appearing beside Wolf's on the computer.

"Yeah, well we didn't fancy meeting your rendezvous with the Cornerian Defence Force. Prison doesn't suit us."

Fox shook his head slowly. "I understand. Still, I wanted to come thank you for your help. We would never have beaten the Aparoids without your help."

Wolf glared again and his hackles rose.

Krystal's girp tightened on the yoke. This was it. He was probably already scrambling his fighters and letting Leon and Panther know to get ready to launch the Wolfen. She glanced to the throttle and rested a hand on it, ready to shove it all the way to max.

"You're pretty brave, coming all the way out here with that old piece of garbage. Unpowered weapons. Class-III engines. My supply ships could take you down. What are you thinking, Pup?"

Fox's smirk filled Krystal with a confidence she had forgotten in that moment. It always did. "I didn't think. I just acted."

Wolf sneered up at her for a moment, then suddenly grinned and leaned back. He folded his arms behind his head and kicked his feet up somewhere beside the monitor he was using to communicate. "Come on over, then. We got a shipment of golta whiskey last night. We'll crack a case and have a drink while we exchange war stories, eh? See which team shot down more of those alien bastards."

Krystal let go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Fox nodded. "We'll bring our Arwings over. Right away!"

Wolf just grinned and the transmission ended.

"Alright guys," Fox said, now to the rest of them. "You heard the man. We're going to be their guests! We aren't enemies here, let's keep things civil! Let's go!"

Krystal smiled and eased the throttle forward. The engines screamed and her starship rattled. She smiled, enjoying the vibrations that ran through her body. She loved feeling the raw power, the beast beneath her struggling to free itself of its chains.

She glanced to the little red button at the base of the throttle and smirked. This was almost the best part of flying. She flicked her thumb down to the button and the magnetic clamps released.

She felt herself slammed against her seat as the ship rocketed forward, tearing into space at full power! Fox shot out beside her, rolling his ship quickly before he veered away. Krystal remembered the layout of the space station well enough. Four entry ports to the main hanger. She angled her ship for the nearest one while her team each looped around toward separate entry ports.

As her ship passed through the shield separating the atmosphere of the hanger from hard vacuum of space, magnetic runners took control of her craft and eased her to a stop at the end of the launch lane. Her ship slowly spun, facing outward and she powered down the engines.

On her radar, she saw the other four Arwings appear in each of the launch lanes and turn about. Settled inside the hanger, tucked into their own little alcoves, each of the Wolfen rested, as menacing at rest as they were in action.

Krystal popped the canopy and it lifted up out of her way, hissing as the atmosphere inside her cockpit normalized with the mean pressure of the station's atmosphere. She set her hand on the cold metal where the hull met the transparent metal of the canopy and launched herself out.

She landed in a crouch at the feet of someone dressed in a silver and blue flight suit. She knew instantly who it was by the deep purr and swishing black tail.

"May I escort you to our humble campfire?" Panther asked as she stood up, extending a hand to her expectantly.

She wanted to flinch away. The lust, desire, and genuine affection she felt washing off of the pilot sickened her. Especially when his eyes dipped down along her body, undressing her as they went.

She forced the images from her head and looped her arm with his, rather than take his hand. "Yes, if you insist, Panther," she said politely.

Sated, Panther turned and led her toward where several crates had been arranged around a glowing thermal heater. The campfire Panther mentioned. One of the crates was open, revealing several bottles of the beverage promised them. Sitting to one side, Wolf and Leon lounged, a pair of bottles already in their hands.

As they approached, Panther ignored the glare Fox was giving him and pointed to a crate beside where Wolf sat on a separate crate. "Please, have a seat my lady."

Krystal smiled up at him and pulled away so she could instead stand at Fox's side and hug one of his arms to her chest. "Thank you, Panther, but I think I will sit with Fox if you don't mind."

"Of course, not at all!" Panther said, his eyes roaming her body again.

It wasn't just Panther. Her mind was suddenly assaulted by three different images of what Star Wolf thought she would look like without her flight suit. She wanted to groan, moreso when she felt herself reacting to the lust washing over her from across the thermal heater. She felt her nethers moisten and cursed herself inwardly. Outwardly, she merely smiled and sat on the crate beside Fox.

As Slippy and Falco joined them on separate seats to their flanks, Leon smirked and said "I'm glad you were able to make it here. I thought for sure I'd see one of you paste the side of the station! Bit of poor flying, you've got!"

"I can fly circles around you, lizard brain!" Falco spat.

Fox cast a warning glance to his feathered friend then smirked at Leon. "We fly enough to survive our encounters with you, don't we?"

Leon's eyes narrowed and his thin lips curled upward. "That you do," he said, handing each of them bottles of alcohol.

It took three bottles before tensions began to cool and searing insults turned into mirthful banter. Krystal was halfway through her second bottle, electing to watch. It warmed her heart to see bitter rivals scooting closer together around the glowing heat source. Their glares turned to grins and their stories turned from a competition to... no, it was still a competition, she reminded herself, but it no longer veiled threats.

They discussed their battles together, against one another, or apart during the Aparoid invasion. They spoke loudly, wobbling in place as they stood. They re-enacted dogfights, using their hands to act out the maneuvers they bragged over.

But their eyes, all six pairs, were on her. The more alcohol was consumed, the more their inhibitions melted away. She was painfully aware of the lust they felt for her. She was, after all, the only female there. And an attractive one, she'd been told. Repeatedly.

Panther was the worst, of course. By his fourth bottle, the bulge in his flight suit was painfully apparent. She stayed on the other side of the glowing heater, watching them all. She was elated to see both teams enjoying one another's company, moreso at seeing Fox happy, in his element.

But Panther disturbed her. Looking at him made it worse. And it became nearly unbearable when he stood and stumbled around the ring of boxes to lean on the one she sat on. She shifted away from him, groaning and rolling her eyes as he leaned toward her.

"What about you, sweet thing?" he asked, his words slurred and his breath stinking of whiskey. "Do you have any... maneuvers you'd like to show me?"

And his eyes looked her over again, all subtlety gone by this point. His eyes lingered on the white fur of her exposed chest. She scooted away and forced herself not to look at him. His proximity was making her incredibly uncomfortable, in more ways than one. She didn't want him touching her, and the things he was imagining doing to her right now was not something she wanted to indulge in.

Maybe she would have after that last battle. She'd considered it. Fox was so shy, so timid. She thought he'd never come to her. If Panther had asked her to warm his bed in the aftermath of that final push, she would have left a trail of clothes for him to follow.

That was the problem. Those feelings lingered. He was sweet. He was charming. He certainly had a flare for the romantic. He was fit. His fur was soft, and she'd heard barbs felt unlike anything anyone could imagine.

But Fox had asked her to marry him. Finally, he came to her. Expressed his feelings for her she already knew he had. And she would be faithful to him. But being overwhelmed by so much lust, from Panther and the others alike, as well as the tidal wave of drunken stupor crashing over her mind from all directions, including the bottle in her hand.

She turned away a little too quickly and lost balance. She caught herself on the edge of the crate and shook her head as she wobbled in place. She was not as drunk as she looked. She could hold her alcohol quite well! But she was being bathed in their drunkenness, buried in the avalanche of lust every swig of their bottles pushed into motion.

"Why don't we go back to my bunk? I'll show you a few maneuvers of my own."

His hand landed on her thigh. She desperately wanted to push away, but she didn't trust her legs. It was too much. She should be able to force it out, but the alcohol was interfering with her own control.

Panther's hand slid up along her thigh, dipping down along the inside of the blue fabric. Finally, she felt his fingers press insistently against her groin and her body tensed.

More hands on her shoulders, steadying her. "Panther, I was just telling Star Fox about that little maneuver on Macbeth. Regale them, will ya?"

Panther's digits pulled away and a part of Krystal whined inside, wanting them to return. She looked up at Wolf, her vision hazier than they should be for the alcohol she'd consumed.

"Come on," Wolf said, winking at her. "I made some adjustments to my Wolfen. Why don't we go take a look at that, huh? Get you away from Panther for a bit."

She nodded, standing on unsteady legs. She leaned against him for support and sighed. "I'd like that, thanks."

Each step away from the drunken group of pilots became easier. Each step carried her closer to a clear mind. Wolf was there, helping her return to her normal self. One arm rested at her lower back, just beside the base of her tail. The other reached across his torso and rested on her shoulder. A part of her, the same part that would have taken Panther's offer after the battle, wished his hand was lower on her back. Under her tail.

As they rounded a corner into one of the Wolfen's alcoves, she reached a hand out and ran her gloved fingertips over the smooth hull of the fighter's wing. Wolf stepped away from her and sat himself down on a small stool under the main fuselage.

"There, feelin' better, Pup?" he asked with genuine concern that surprised Krystal.

She nodded and stared down at him. He was being nice for no other reason than to make sure she was okay? She didn't feel any malicious intent. There was no scheme, no plan behind taking her away. Just the kindness and desire to see her more herself and less the overwhelmed cub she must have looked like.

And lust. The lust was there. She felt his eyes on her more than she saw them. She could still feel the alcohol, hers and theirs. She still felt the lust from the group behind her. But now, instead of six garbled images all jostling for her attention. There was only one.

In his mind's eye she saw herself reaching up to her zipper, drawing it down and letting her flight suit drop away. She felt herself moisten again. She burned, itched in a way she had never before felt. She'd masturbated during her heats in the past, but somehow this was much worse.

She was swimming in drunken lust and the image of her anchored her in place. She'd been overwhelmed by emotions before, especially during the Aparoid invasion. She'd been mired in fear, misery, anger. But this soaked into her very core.

Before the sensible part of her mind could pull her out, the lust filling the hanger swallowed it away.

She lifted her fingers to the zipper at the top of her breasts. She slowly pulled it downward. Her heart leapt in drunken excitement as she watched Wolf's eye widen. Her fingers drew the zipper lower and lower and lower, revealing more of her creamy white fur to the open air. Finally, she pulled the zipper to a stop just below her naval.

Wolf stood up and her heart sank. But she needed... something! She needed him to scratch the itch! Fox was in the group sharing war stories, Wolf was there, now, with her! He circled around her and her heart sank. He was going to leave her there, drowning in their lust.

Hot breath washed over her neck and she moaned. His hands reached around her and dove into the open front of her flight suit. As his hands closed around the globes of her breast, she moaned again and arched her back, pressing her boobs against his palms.

"We should get you back to your ship, before something happens you'll regret," Wolf whispered.

She shook her head and lifted her hands to cover his own through the fabric of her flight suit. "No, please..."

There was a moment's hesitation, then he pulled his hands away, drawing her flight suit open as they went. She quivered lightly as the cool air of the station washed over her. Her nipples hardened as they brushed against the fabric of her suit.

She shimmied her arms out of her sleeves and let Wolf draw the blue fabric away from her torso, leaving her naked from the waist up. But not for long. Soon it descended down her thighs, letting the cold air bathe over her wet folds. She shivered again and whimpered as the cold air assaulted her sensitive flesh.

As the flight suit got to her knees, a hand on her shoulders eased her down. She lowered down onto the puddle of fabric beneath her, using it for cushioning as she leaned forward with the hand's urging.

Once she was on all fours, she looked over her shoulder at Wolf and groaned deeply. His other hand was unzipping and pushing away his own flight suit. Once she was in position, he shucked the dark fabric, leaving himself completely naked.

His toned body made her quiver deep in her belly. His thick sheathe was quickly sprouting a large, angry red penis. She licked her lips in anticipation and nodded to herself. She needed that. She needed him inside of her, dousing the burning lust that enveloped her mind.

He was only too happy to give her what she needed. He knelt behind her and set a hand at her hip. Krystal pulled her tail to the side and spread her legs as much as the flight suit bunched at her knees would allow.

Wolf guided his arousal into her burning folds with relative ease, probably due to how wet she felt. She felt her body spread around his hot dick. He leaned over her, trailing kisses up along her bare blue back to her shoulder. The slow ascent made his entry just as tantalizingly slow.

Finally, he nibbled at her neck and she felt his hips press tightly against her own. She groaned deeply and rocked her hips against his own. "Come on, please..." she begged.

Wolf's chuckle rumbled against her back and he shook his head. "Why?" he asked. "I'm really enjoying the way you're squeezing me just like this. Think I'll stay here for a while."

Krystal whined and rocked her hips forward ever so slightly then pushed back against him. It wasn't enough! She whimpered and balled her hands into fists. "Wait," she demanded. "Wait! Get off! Get! Off!"

She tried to push him off. Thankfully, he groaned and lifted away from her. "What? What's wrong?" he asked, pulling back from her body.

As his hot length slipped free of her, Krystal gasped and shook. Her knees gave, but thankfully she was already on the floor. She took a moment to compose herself then climbed out of the rest of her flight suit. Once she was as naked as Wolf, she turned to face him and pushed him onto his back.

"What, having second second-thoughts?" he asked, grinning up at the blue vixen as she forced him down.

"You aren't helping!" she spat as she straddled his waist. She was running off of instinct. Like an animal in heat, she knew what she needed and would do anything to get it. One hand rested on Wolf's chest while the other guided him into her waiting folds. As her body stretched around him again, she gasped and arched her back.

His hands squeezed her breasts and she squealed. Yes! That was exactly it! Her hips pressed against his own for less than a moment. Then she lifted herself nearly off of him before slamming back down. She gasped and moaned as she bounced on his cock. The sound of their hips slapping against one another was loud, but she didn't care.

"Fuck, woman!" Wolf said, reaching down to her hips to hang on for dear life. "Slow down, will ya?"

She ignored him. She set her hands on the deck on either side of Wolf's shoulders and bounced herself vigorously. Her body quaked, squeezing the member she impaled herself on in a desperate attempt to drag him deeper with every bounce.

Fire erupted in her belly and she felt her body quake almost violently as the fire rushed through her body, filling her with a heat and tingle the likes of which she had only dreamed of achieving! She threw her head back and gasped as her orgasm crashed over her, but she never stopped moving. Not until she heard a voice behind her.

"Hey, wha's goin' on ba' 'ere?" Fox slurred.

Krystal glanced over her shoulder and her desire rocketed upward. She licked her lips as her eyes fell on the fox she loved. Her betrothed. Her mate to be.

"Just getting to know your team a little better," Wolf said with a dark chuckle. "Why don't you join us, Pup?"

Fox was never really able to hold his alcohol. It took surprisingly little for him to get what-happened-last-night drunk. Krystal knew he was already past that point when he started to pull his jacket and his flight suit off.

One of Wolf's hands roughly pulled her tail aside, exposing where she was stretched around his hot cock to her fiancé. "Still more room here."

What did he mean? She realized she didn't care. Their lust was dragging her down. The fox's drunken haze settled over her, clouding her telepathy and smothering her senses. She stared at Fox as he knelt behind her, stroking his cock all the while.

"Hurry up," Krystal pled. "I need you both so much!"

Fox stared at her as if she were speaking an alien language, as still as a statue as he deciphered her words.

She whined and wiggled her hips. That snapped him out of it. She felt the hot tip of his cock press against her puckered tail hole and gasped. Her body went rigid and she felt herself stiffen. NO! She forced the images of the Sharpclaw chieftan out of her mind. This was her Fox. He wouldn't hurt her like that. She wasn't afraid of him. She loved him.

Slowly, she let herself begin to relax and her pucker began to loosen up. She felt him press into her and squealed. Her body stretched wide around his hot rod, allowing him deep into her belly. Once both males had their hips planted firmly against her own, she gasped and arched her back. She felt so incredibly full! Her tail hole throbbed in time with her heartbeat around Fox's invading member and her pussy rhythmically milked at the canine cock bottomed out against her cervix.

Then they started to move! Her eyes drew wide open as they started thrusting into her. She squealed loudly, not caring if the others heard her. They were both so big, and the way they rubbed against each other with that thin membrane of sensitive flesh sandwiched between them... Every rub sent bolts of electric pleasure rushing through her!

"Yes!" She cried out. "Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck me!" She lifted her left arm and twisted her torso to look at the fox squatting behind her as best she could. She rested her hand on his thigh, feeling him move beneath her palm as he leaned toward her.

He captured her lips and she lost herself in his kiss. She moaned deeply against his muzzle and extended her tongue, searching for his own. It was there, waiting, inexperienced and unsure how to proceed. She didn't care. She grappled with his tongue and moaned into his throat.

The pleasure took a turn all at once. Their bases began to swell in unison. Each thrust into her body slammed a growing discomfort against her openings. She whimpered at each impact and pulled away from Fox. She stared up at him questioningly then straightened her body and looked down at the grinning Wolf beneath her.

They thrust against her hard one right after the other. She felt her tail hole spread wide around the bulge at the base of Fox's cock, straining to its limits before the knot finally popped into her. She cried out and clamped her eyes shut. The pain was immense! It felt like someone had shoved a grenade-sized orb up into her!

The worst, and the best, was yet to come. Wolf forced his knot against her pussy, trying to muscle his way into her. She was already stuffed so full of Fox's knot, Wolf was going to split her right in two!

She felt her pussy stretching painfully around Wolf's far larger base, it too going to its limit before Wolf popped into her. The pain was joined by immense pleasure as both knots quickly rubbed against each other, stretching her body beyond what she had been sure she could take! Their quick thrusts made her squeal and squeak. Both men moaned on either side of her, growling and gasping as they tumbled over the edge.

Heat rushed into her body, soothing the pain instantly. She felt them throbbing inside of her, filling both holes with copious amounts of their hot seed. Her body quaked, tumbling after them. Her muscles squeezed both males, milking their cocks for every drop and dragging the hot spunk deep into her belly where it belonged.

"So," someone purred behind her. "When do we get a turn?"

Krystal set her hand on Fox's knee and turned to weakly look over her shoulder, still in the throes of orgasm. Standing behind them each with various differing sized bulges in their flight suits were the rest of their teams.

Panther was unzipping his flight suit and stepping toward the three of them, a smirk on his ebon lips. "You three look as though you are going to be stuck here for a while. I may as well take advantage of the situation..."

Krystal's eyes followed the panther as he stepped out of his flight suit and knelt before her. When he offered his pink, barbed dick, she licked her lips and eagerly accepted it into her muzzle.

* * * * *

The alarm blared in her ears and pounded against the inside of her skull. She reached out and slapped the thing, turning off the annoying sound. She slumped back against the blankets of her bed with an audible _squish._Her brow furrowed and she opened her eyes to stare down at her body. She was soaking wet from head to toe. Her fur was matted, sticking against her skin.

A groan behind her and a dull pressure beneath her tail told her she was not alone. She tried to roll over, but the pressure in her tail hole turned to pain instantly. She gasped and craned her head to look.

There was Fox, laying half against her, half splayed over the other half of the bed. "Oooow," he groaned, clutching at his head with one hand and his groin with the other. "What happened last night?"

Krystal smirked and slowly settled her head against her soggy pillow. "Looks like we celebrated our betrothal," she said, feeling her lover's dick throb faintly in her tail hole. "And looks like you need to work on your target practice, fly boy." She eased her hips back against his own to ease the pressure on his knot and give them both a little relief. "You hit the wrong target."