Star Fox: Fox's Wet Dream
This is a quickie story I cooked up in an hour and a half in the middle of the night, about a wet dream Fox has. It isn't that detailed or good, but hey, how well can you do in an hour and a half when you're tired? :P
I decided to post it here for the heck of it. Star Fox and all related characters are C Nintendo, and if they want to sue me for finding our vulpine couple from their games attractive, I want you all to have front row seats in the courtroom! Hehe.
-Jetman123
Fox tossed and turned, moaning slightly in his sleep, covers in varying states of dissaray as he lay sleeping on his bed. The Great Fox was quiet, everybody besides ROB was sleeping soundly, or attempting to. Fox himself was having a rather restless sleep, but as starlight lit up his face from the polarized window as they gently orbited the beautiful blue-green jewel of Corneria, hands clenching the bed tightly as his tail flicked back and forth, further disturbing the covers that lay strewn about him...
Burn run! Alarms wailed. The flight computer screeched a warning to him as the hull temperature indicator flashed bright crimson, numbers flashing higher and higher as flames and ionized plasma enveloped his view of the cockpit outside him. His crippled craft was decending far too fast.
"Fox, what do we do?" It was Krystal, an edge of panic in her voice as he saw her Arwing's thrusters fire in an attempt to correct her course.
"G-difussers, maximum reverse and hover. Emergency program... what was it?" Fox cursed himself, rubbing his temples even as his other hand flew over the diffuser controls. "Four oh three."
"Entering." Krystal's tense voice crackled back through him, the tight-beam transmission already starting to lose integrity from all the plasma it had to go through it.
A chart popped up on Fox's screen, showing a green path gently moving towards the red zone, the safe haven, the entry vector that would prevent him from burning up even as high temperature alarms blared. He shifted the cooling systems to max. Altitude was eighty kilometers. They were below max Q. If they could just hold together a bit longer...
There was a ding as the green line popped into the safe corridor. "I have a safe run showing!" Fox cried out, sighing gently in relief.
"Same. Good job." Krystal's weary voice answered.
"My engines are shot, though. We need to put down somewhere." Fox scanned the treeline even as the plasma around their crafts began to disperse, the altimeter ticking down.
"There's a clearing, half a mile north. Want to go for it?"
Fox nodded to himself, gulping slightly. "Go." He shunted his thrusters forward even as the computer gave a ding, telling him that the atmosphere around him was thinning out. He balanced the G-diffussers, which were in varying states of repair, to give him a full hover, Krystal's craft settling in alongside him, both of them burnt and scorched as they drifted towards the clearing.
"Are your comms up?" Fox asked her.
"No. Shot."
"Same. It looks like we're just gonna have to wait for the gang to pick us up."
"Seems so. But hey, at least we're alive."
"True." Fox chuckled to himself, allowing himself a small smile.
--
They were quick to settle in the clearing, almost too quick, the time seemed to fly by. They hopped out of their fighters and made a quick camp, as both of them noted distubingly that dusk was quickly settling in on the sky of the nameless moon they found themselves on.
"Damn. I'm sorry for letting that one get on your tail, Krystal." Fox sighed softly as he stacked more wood on their fire.
"You couldn't have done anything. Let it go, Fox." Krystal sighed softly, tilting her head as she put her legs up on the fallen tree she was using as a seat. "Did you set your locator beacon up?"
"As high as it would go. Everybody in the system will see it - no way the team could miss us."
"Good. And of course, we know what we'll give them if the enemy gets here first." Krystal grinned wryly.
Fox returned it. "An ass full of lasers, and a boot."
They laughed as they continued to move about setting up their quick camp. Fox noticed a sudden iching sensation on his foot that was persistent and refused to go away no matter how much he scratched at it, but thought nothing of it when it went away, continuing to stack up firewood for the night as dusk slowly turned to blackness.
Krystal sneezed suddenly almost an hour later. "Bless me." She sniffed, scratching at her armpit abruptly. "I think I'm allergic to something here..."
"Probably pollen." Fox noted how easy conversation was coming. It was far from how it had been before, stammering over his sentences and blushing scarlet whenever she spoke.
"Probably." Krystal agreed, yawning and squirming softly in her seat.
"Getting tired? Think we should bed down for the night? The tent's all set up."
"No, not yet. My skin's crawling anyway... I think I'll just lay here for a bit." Krystal sighed and yawned again as she leaned back against the thick branch behind her on the fallen tree. "I wonder what's happening up in orbit..."
"Falco and Slippy are probably kicking ass." Fox grinned wryly, emulating the move on the other side of the fire, except on the ground against a stump.
"Probably." Krystal giggled. "They'll probably be able to find us in the morning."
"Yeah. In the meantime, we should sleep... I'm drained." Fox said, trying to ignore the itching feeling gently crawling up his thighs...
--
Neither of them slept, though. Krystal seemed more uncomfortable with each passing second, squirming disgruntledly and scratching at her thighs every half of a minute, almost. Fox felt the same way, but it was intermixed with another feeling, one he couldn't quite place...
Finally, Fox suggested they go to bed. Krystal resisted at first, but relented. They had only one tent, and so decided to sleep next to each other - oddly, Fox didn't feel embarrassed by this. And so they snuggled down in their bed together - but neither of them slept.
Fox was facing the opposite tent wall from Krystal as various strange fauna and forest sounds surrounded them when he felt his pants gently being tugged down... and then, hot breath on his left buttcheek. He started instantly, sitting up, only to be immobilized by a powerful, gripping feeling of pleasure that washed over him as he felt something soft and warm curl around his erect member - which, oddly, he hadn't even noticed was erect.
He looked left. No Krystal. He looked down to find a large bulge in the blankets, which promptly giggled. "Krystal...?" He murmured, rubbing his eyes, unable to beleive it, before he felt something incredibly warm close around the head of his exposed cock under the blankets. He let out a canine whine as he crumpled back onto the pillow, curling his toes as he felt rythmic sucking motions begin, gently plunging deeper and deeper down his cock until what he knew was Krystal's warm mouth was taking it all in with each bob. Each suck sent a shiver of pleasure so powerful through him that he wanted to cry out, and had to bite his tongue just to avoid doing so. "Krystal...!" He gasped, moaning deeply. "What are you DOING... ohhhh....?"
Somehow, he knew the itching feeling was doing this. She was horny for some reason, so was he, and it was overriding all sense. It gripped and tore at him inside, and he was torn as to whether to submit to it or fight, his decision made all the worse by the fact that he had the vixen of his dreams at his crotch, sucking him off.
Fox grasped the tent fabric tightly as he squirmed, bucking gently into the muzzle around his cock as he saw two cerulean eyes gaze up at him, full of mischeviousness as she slowly began to suck harder and harder on him. He gasped and moaned loudly into the night, yipping multiple times as he felt his cock begin to pulse slowly. "Ohhh... I'm gonna cum... if you keep this up... you know that...?"
Then he felt the muzzle widthdraw, and Krystal's face poked out from the blankets to grin up at him. "That's _just_ what I intend, Fox." She snickered, and then dissapeared, the rythmic barrages of pleasure that worked up and down the nerves in his length quickly starting up again.
Fox began to pant slowly, gradually losing control of his breathing as time wore on. In only a minute he was bucking his hips back with each suck, trying his hardest not to orgasm just yet, but whining... it was so hard... and... oh. Oh, there it is.
Fox howled out and clenched every muscle in his body as he came hard into her muzzle. He heard a pleasant noise of content as he felt something lapping at his swollen head even as he let out his last hot jet and collapsed weakly back on the pillow, having practically done a curl-up as he came. "I never realized you were so delicious..." Krystal's lusty and seductive voice gently seeped out through the air to meet his ears, causing him to blush and his cock to regain the half of an inch it had lost.
He felt something grab him, and suddenly he was on top of her, her spread-eagled with his hands tight around her stomach. Acting fully on instinct, he pulled back and thrusted hard into her, causing her to rear her sweaty-furred head back and moan loudly into the night. He bored into her, fucking her slowly, her own hips bucking and moving forward with each thrust. She made all manner of canine growls, yips, and moans, batting her tail against Fox's chest. "Ohhh... speed up... please..." She begged him, pure pleading and extacy in her eyes as she looked back at him.
He obliged, starting to oh-so-slowly fuck her harder, boring her into the tent canvas more and more with each lust-filled stroke as he moaned loudly in tandem with her. It didn't take her long to cum at all, and she clenched gently, and then hard, the orgasm coming in eleven long waves that Krystal moaned and screamed non-stop through. Fox didn't last much longer after that.
They collapsed, panting, covered in fluids and sweat, itching all over still, and in a moment, they were on each other like animals once again, wanting more, wanting-
--
Fox gasped as he woke up violently, springing into a sitting position, panting like a dog on a hot day. The first thing he noticed was the long, stringy ropes of vulpine semen that covered the entire bottom section of the bed. The second thing he noticed was his swollen, sore, erect cock that hung out in the open air. The last thing he noticed was the fact that he had had a very wet dream.
It took him a while to regain his senses as he panted hard, gently wiping the stinging sweat out of his eyes.
Then he grinned as he remembered the dream.
Then he frowned and awwwed as he realized he'd have to clean this up, now.
Then he experienced a pang of regret and longing for the vixen just a few rooms away.
Thouroughly confused as to his emotions, he awkwardly and humorously rolled out of bed in the dark room and moved off to get several paper towels. He checked the clock wearily - he'd gone to bed only three hours before and was still dead tired. He did the best he could to clean up.
It wasn't long before his bed was spotless (relatively) and he was drifting off to sleep again.
"Mmm... Fox... fuck me..."
In his sleep, he smiled.