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Star Fox: Inertia

Chapter 8

by Tempo

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Krystal bit her lip. She wasn't feeling cold anymore. Especially between her bare thighs under the thin skirt. Neither birds nor amphibians possessed an especially keen sense of smell, thankfully. She didn't need to be an empath to smell the arousal wafting off her lover.

Fox no doubt thought he was being subtle. He'd limited himself to fleeting glances and rubbing his paw pads to hers as they held hands. She'd warned him about how physical contact only made reading his emotions easier. That part might have been intentional, considering he'd pulled off his gloves and tucked them into his belt. She could feel every pulse of arousal--whatever he was thinking about must truly be something. The corridor stretched on forever.

Breathes came hurried and hot. Instinct urged her to press him against a bulkhead and shove a paw down his pants.

Still transmitting scandalous vibes, the red fox managed to make small talk: making a basic schedule for tomorrow, reminding Slippy to move the ship from the station's primo docking slip, giving up the larger ambassador suite to Falco's ego.

They came to the smaller cabin. Beltino slapped a moist flipper on the door panel, opening it. The room lay dark. Only the faint blue reflected off Corneria through the window lit the space. The sleekly-appointed space sported a sofa, table, decorative water feature, and, most notably, a bed. A quick glance at her lover's crotch revealed that he sported the first hint of something too.

Fox's arousal spiked, eyes locked on the bed as if calculating what maneuvers he could perform on it. His face gave nothing away, however.

The commissioner smoothed his necktie. "I hope you'll find this agreeable--"

The todd stepped inside, towed her in by the paw, and stood to give a polite bow of his head. "This will do nicely, Beltino. Goodnight, gentlemen." Before any of them, especially Falco, could respond, he punch the door control. It hissed closed, closing off the light and social constraints of the outside world. The next instant, he hit the lock button.

The vixen stood with him a moment, sensing the emotional presences of Slippy, Falco, and Beltino trailing off as they headed down the corridor and out of earshot.

He turned to her, smiling with hard-won happiness. "Thanks. Thanks for always sticking with me. Even when life's hard or when I'm an idiot." He gripped her paw.

In spite of the inadvertent teasing she'd gotten the entire way up to their quarters, she felt her eyes tearing up a little at his sincerity. "You do make an earnest effort on both fronts."

A wall of joy and lust hit her. Alone with her, the hero of the Lylat System gave an unabashed grin.

In the cool light of the planet, she mentally urged him to pounce her before her panties vaporized from secondhand horniness. Another small step caused a line of lighting panels in the floor to glow softly, leading to the bathroom. Posh. She removed her bracers and tossed them by the bed.

He unbuckled his flight belt and let it clatter to the floor. A few steps brought him close enough to cup her face in his paw. He pulled her body against his as he drew her into a deep and eager kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth to intercept her own. He licked her teeth, paws swooping under her bikini top.

Caught in the tractor beam of his passion, Krystal let him take the lead. Her legs spread to accommodate his knee, which put lovely pressure on her clit as she hunched down against him. Her paws reached behind her back, untying her top and then the belt of her skirt. Both fluttered to the deck, the fabric muffling the fall of her blaster staff.

Growling, McCloud play-bit at her neck. She tilted her head to give him full access. His erection jutted against her panties, the last holdout of her clothing. Those waves of lust and relief carried her back toward the bed.

Stepping backward, she tripped trying to get out of her sandals. With a yip, she teetered on the edge of falling.

Fox caught her, but, with a rascal's grin, lowered her to the deck. He lifted her feet one at a time, sliding the sandals free, then dove to seize her panties. His toothy grin gleamed in the reflected planet-light as he threw the cotton garment over his shoulder. "Comfy?" He hustled out of his flight jacket. It landed in the corner with a whap. His shirt joined it a moment later.

"Very." She reached down, spreading her legs and giving her slit some attention while she watched him undress. Two weeks without sex had left her a little tight.

The reticle of his targeting visor locked on between her thighs, before he pulled the device off and dropped it on the table. He unzipped his fly, radiating anticipation. His bushy tail whipped side to side as he gazed down at her. He always looked so appreciative; a quality she found very gratifying. Pulling down his pants, he released the pressure-catch on his boots and stepped out of both. He stood before her in a pair of black boxer shorts. Cornerians seemed to favor sensible undergarments, Katt notwithstanding.

The vixen hooked her toes onto the waistband of his boxers and dragged them down. His stiff cock sprung up, a raised monument to vulpine arousal, half out of its sheath and angled at a steep climb. A sultry giggle escaped her muzzle. "Pent up?"

"Turned on." Jerking his sheath with one paw, he tried to untie his scarf, but gave up with an impatient growl. A glance down alerted him to the thick grey socks he still wore. He tried to pull them off and ended up in a hopping dance.

Krystal decided she must really be in love with him, since she found the sight of his bright pink erection bouncing around above her quite endearing. Precum sparkled in the starlight at its tip. Fluffy white balls hung below, slightly mussed from a day in boxers. The sight of him naked and confident sent her heart racing.

After Fox won the battle with his socks, he prowled down between her legs. That noble muzzle sunk between her thighs. She could feel his every breath as he nuzzled along her folds and traced his tongue, so tenderly, along them. A surge of sensation and emotion rushed through her. Spending so much time with him only got her more in tune with his emotions. He lavished her folds with frantic, wild licks. Those talented paws spread her thighs, then her lips for better access.

The vixen squirmed. He homed in on her clit, giving it some extra attention between deeper licks into her passage and long laps around her spread slit. Her fingers spread against the deck, the smooth cool of the surface such a contrast to the whiskered muzzle working with joyous determination between her legs. Her breath came short, her passion boosted by the raw desire emanating from her lover. Before she even realized, her paws had rendezvoused with her nipples to tug insistently.

Her hips jerked, but he stayed on target. He knew all her weak points by heart, and now buffeted her stiff nub with lick after relentless lick. His strong paws grabbed her bum, lifting and steadying her so he could suck at her clit, then unleashed a volley of licks at top speed.

She went critical.

With a shiver, her eyes rolled back. Her body arched and stiffened under his onslaught of oral attentions. Pleasure electrified her every nerve. Her passage clenched down on the slickness of his saliva.

With a pleased growl, Fox licked his sticky muzzle. The naked fox climbed up her body. That red scarf dragged along her breasts, his copper pelt so alien in color against her natural blue fur, that pink length feeling so right prodding against her slit as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. She smelled herself on his breath.

Her yap of desire only accelerated his plans. She arched up from the deck, trying to angle her hips in a way to let him sink into her wet and ready folds. Still adrift in afterglow, she panted as he worked his cock into her. Between her own arousal and his going down on her, she felt luxuriously slick. A little tight, still, but the glide of smooth friction stimulated her in all sorts of lovely ways. A dreamy glance down revealed that, no, he was just exceptionally hard. Lucky her...

As she watched, he scooted forward on his knees and buried that pink shaft in her. The knot bumped against her lips, too big to fit, but lovely in its own way as it bumped against her sensitive folds.

The sight of his favorite flight scarf dark with her juices made her blush. Her paws stroked his hair, then down across his toned back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, ankles crossed over the base of his tail. Her own tail lifted between his thighs as her body instinctively curled to better accept those lovely penetrations.

He grabbed himself by the sheath and started massaging it with frantic need. A rock of his hips ground that hefty knot against her entrance. He still bounced against her, sliding her by millimeters against the polished flooring.

Motivated by equal parts pride and mischief, the vixen squeezed down on his shaft. He made all manner of pleasing sounds, particularly when she timed it right to clench him while he pulled back, only to welcome him back in with relaxed muscles.

With a massive groan, he shuddered above and inside her. His orgasm arrived as blast of wet warmth and a burst of ecstatic emotion. Both surged on for several seconds, then tapered off to a satisfied growl as his weight settled onto her.

She lay back, savoring the sensation of Fox atop her. They lay in darkness, on the bare floor of a strange room, wrapped up in each other's love. She couldn't imagine a more comfortable place.

Grinning, he panted, stirring her hair: "We didn't make it to the bed."

She giggled and stroked his ears. "We scarcely made it to the room."

He flashed a cocky grin. She always liked seeing Fox in his element. Quite rewarding to know making love with her was becoming something he could break out a confident smile for. "Should we move to the bed?"

"Mmmm." She squirmed under him, feeling the slick wonder of his softening length inside her. "As long as you cover me, Star Fox One."

"Don't call me that at a time like this." Ears dropping, he gave a shy chuckle. "I'll never be able to hear it without blushing again."

She cast him a sultry gaze. "Maybe that's what I want."

Shaking his head, he slipped free of her with a sopping slurp. The sound seemed quite loud in the quiet of the room. They both smirked at the sound. He helped her up and onto the bed.

Tracing her paw pads across the bed told her the sheets had a stellar thread count. She looked up at him. Tracing a claw along her lower lip, still feeling the lingering devotion of his kiss. A blush glowed with heat under her fur. Her eyes met his. Then they drifted to his not-yet-soft dick. Clearly, the todd hadn't been lying about being distracted the last little while.

Ears erect and tuned on her, Fox stroked himself hard as she spread her legs at the edge of the bed. He climbed between them and pressed his cock to her loosened and sensitive folds. She curled her tail up against his, urging him to enter her fully. He sank in, that supple sheath bunching up against her delicate outer lips.

Together, they rocked against the bed, less energetic now, but no less enthusiastic. Her body hummed with pleasant sensation as he built up a rhythm. He humped her into the silky sheets, bouncing her on the springy mattress. He didn't try anything fancy, just a good old-fashioned gripping-her-hips, making-her-breasts-shake lovemaking. Arms spread across the bed, she lay back and enjoyed the double-dose of sensation: her own, and the returning crescendo of his arousal.

Unable to hold back any longer, Krystal reached down to finger herself. At the apex of each thrust, the bulge of his knot bumped hot against the tip of her clit. Gasping, she rubbed her stiff nub in eager circles. Her hips bucked up to meet his, driving that lovely vulpine cock that much deeper, popping that still-swelling knot inside her slick entrance. Physical and psychic stimulation conspired against her, casting her headlong into pleasure. Ecstasy washed over her. Ears flat against her skull, she buried her fingers in his back fur and clenched down on him. Behind his back, her toes curled and splayed as she urged him to thrust faster. Her squeal of joy rattled through the borrowed quarters: "Fooooooxxx! Y-yes-yeeeees!"

Fox took her encouragement to heart. Grunting with effort, he pounded her hard enough to jingle the beads in her hair. His previous load dripped down along the base of her tail. That thick cock did its best to pump the rest of it out of her. With every thrust, his knot spread her passage wide.

With a final desperate yowl of passion, he worked that girthy knot into her one last time. The instant her folds closed around behind it, she felt his balls jump. Heat pulsed once against her walls. Still trembling, he gave her the lightest kiss on her cheek before snuggling in atop her.

They lay like that for a long while. Krystal watched as the planet slid slowly by, tiny motes of light marked cities and shuttles, people going about their daily lives. Through her endorphin haze, she couldn't make them out distinctly, but she knew some of them had to be as in love as she was. The thought made her smile.

After ten minutes or so, Fox's knot slipped free with a slow slide. He nuzzled in against her neck. In a perfect moment, she lay, Fox's head resting on her breasts. The heat of their exertions dissipated from her fur. In the faint light of the planet, she spied a trace of saliva and her own fluids on his muzzle. She considered teasing him about liking her taste, but the todd gave a blissful growl. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint trace of drool, the shameless nuzzling: all indications pointed to him being asleep.

She rolled her eyes. She'd heard that boys conked out after orgasm, but she'd rarely seen it with Fox. As he drifted from one happy dream to another, she stroked his hair and simply soaked up the all the shades of happiness floating around the cabin.

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I didn't mean to tease you guys like this; it's just the natural breaks in the scenes around the art. This is one of the older pics for the series, and one I've liked for a really long time, especially since it conveys story and personality so well. Anyway, hope you're liking it so far! ^_^

Editors: Kohaku Nightfang, Slate, Pharrox, Eljot001, SillyNeko345, StarFox94, CarlMinez

Art: JonasAfterDark (Used with permission.)

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