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Starfox Adventures: Mystery of Dinosaur Planet

CH4

(all characters belong to Nintendo/Rare)

Story commissioned by Vixentamer

The standoff ensued as both warriors glared at each other, waiting for the other to strike first. Krystal gripped her staff ready to just smack her head in while Zonia twirled her bone club around her fingers, having an itch to fight and almost zero patience despite her otherwise calm and sly nature. Her target was right in front of her and she wanted to capture her now. Unlike her, Krystal was only at the defensive in this exchange and no matter her anger towards that monkey, she was more level headed.

Unable to take it, Zonia gripped her bone club and lunged towards Krystal's head, with the ready Krystal blocking with her staff. She then grabbed the bone club and kicked Zonia to the side, wielding both the bone club and her own weapon. "Hmph, some fight that was," Krystal mocked.

Zonia, unfazed by the setback knew what was coming next, and without warning, the bone club shot out of Krystal's hand and smacked at her gut, knocking the wind out of her. The bone club then flew back into Zonia's hand and stood over the heaving vixen. "You didn't think I was that reckless, did you?" she told her. "In my tribe, our weapons are gained from our first killed dinosaur. I was one of the large group of bold ones that went after a Red Eye," and with that she held the bone club right in front of her face as she struggled to sit up, "and I'm one of the few that survived." She then raised it for one final strike. "You're now coming with me whether you like it or not."

But at the ready, Krystal activated the force-field from her staff to block her. "You're not the only one with some fancy tricks." With her strength found, she got up and started striking at Zonia, all her attacks blocked as she returned with her own attacks towards Krystal, which she too failed to actually hit her. "Why are you doing this, anyway?" Krystal demanded an answer from the flurry of strikes.

"Like you really need to know," Zonia responded. "Just give up, because floating and spinning around isn't all I can do with my bone club." Not taking the hint, Zonia jumped back to set herself up for another attack. "Bet your staff can't do this," and her bone club started shooting out shots of dark energy at Krystal. She dove for the back of a fence to take cover and prompting herself for her fire blaster.

Zonia figured this was her chance and got closer to capture the panicked Krystal when she saw her staff rise up and a barrage of fire blasts started coming out, prompting her to brace herself behind the tree. "Give up, ape," Krystal told her. "This is the last warning I'm giving you."

Zonia laughed, figuring that was Krystal's limit. Zonia slowly approached again thinking this was it. "Some fight you put up, but this is the end of the line for you, beast." But to a startling revelation, she wasn't there.

"Guess again," Krystal surprised Zonia, but before she could turn around, her staff froze her hands onto the fence she leaned on, thickening it to make sure she would stay there. In frenzy, Zonia started struggling to get out, screeching in anger. "Don't worry, it will thaw. But this is my last warning for you, ape; if you come anywhere near me again, I'll show less mercy." Suddenly, a Cloudrunner screech overhead high in the sky, flying towards Cape Claw. Wanting to end this to catch up with it, she took Zonia's top and skirt, leaving her only in her armor and cloak. "Thanks for the clothes, by the way."

"GET BACK HERE!" the embarrassed simian yelled as she continued to struggle out of her bounds. Krystal walked away, finally with a little more modesty.

'That Cloudrunner! Could it be Kyte,' Krystal thought to herself. She hadn't seen him since she ventured into Krazoa Palace, so she hoped it maybe was him flying out to Cape Claw. Why he was going there, she wasn't sure, but maybe he could help her on her mission to hunt down the remaining Krazoa Spirits. Just outside the Thorntail Hollow exit, she heard something fall into the water towards her right.

"Is there anyone there," she yelled out to whoever she heard while heading for that direction. Swimming through the falls' mouth and into the woods, she saw a kind of raptor-like dinosaur, but didn't look menacing. It was stupid, but Krystal tried calling out to him again. "Hello, there!"

Just as she yelled out, a number of the same dinosaurs fell from the trees with spears at hand, and before she could make a run for it, one landed on Krystal and knocked her unconscious.

Her sight was fuzzy as she opened her eyes, though when she had a better view of things, she found herself trapped around a tribe of Lightfoot, tied onto a totem pole atop a sacrificial mound. Krystal knew little about the Lightfoot as they were not a very public tribe. What she did know was their harsh punishments to those that trespass against their tribe, mostly involving death.

"See, Chief," one of the Lightfoots said to the Chieftain. "That's the girl who stole my tithing to you." He lied, holding Krystal's cherished staff.

"Hey, that's mine!" Krystal yelled out, struggling to get her staff back.

The Chief took the staff and marveled at its craftsmanship and whether she told the truth or not, he wanted it. "I am Chief Lightfoot, and we don't like thieves."

"I didn't steal it, it really belongs to me!" Krystal pleaded with him. "Let me go, I can prove it."

"I no let you go, you filthy thief," the Chief spat at her. "I got better idea."

In the background, a Lightfoot shouted, "Tell her, Chief; KILL THE STINKING PIG!" Kyte overhead saw from afar, heard the shouting and recognized Krystal instantly from her azure fur. He headed towards that direction now that he finally found where Krystal was.

The Chief Lightfoot glared at Krystal, and told her, "Let me show you what we do to thieves." As he said that he ripped off her top and loincloth, again exposed to this new threat. Then he took a small pouch and emptied the contents into his hand; a kind of reddish powder. When the bag was completely shaken empty, he blew the powder into her face.

"Coff, cof...what was tha..." Krystal asked in mid-sentence, until she felt the temperature in her body rise. The effects worked incredibly quickly, feeling her nipples harden and her loins inflamed, with juices running down between her legs. The crowd of Lightfoot started fighting each other to get a chance into Krystal first, all the while to Krystal's chagrin as she tried wiggling herself out of her bonds. Teeth gritting, she began to push against the totem with her feet while pushing through the cuffs, but it was too late. Her body started to voluntarily weaken while a flushing heat radiated from her skin, mostly from her nethers.

"Ooh, looks like I get to go," one Lightfoot rejoiced as he had his member prodding into Krystal's sex. The others wanted to push him away to get a chance, but the Chief held them back to allow the Lightfoot his chance.

Krystal could already feel the head popping in. The Lightfoot was slowly savoring her sheath wrapping around his length. Unlike her previous resistive state, her entrance was anticipating him to take her. "Please, spare me your hesitation and take me!" He then pushed hard into her entrance and away he started pistoning into her. "Gah!...hau...hau" Each push filled her inside with his meat, quivering at each shoving. A hot river of juices flowed onto the Lightfoot's shaft, and pulling him closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist and started pushing him into her cunny.

"Hehehe, I love my job," the Lightfoot taunted pushing his dick far into her, his balls slapping against her ass. Krystal grasped harder while milking his cock of his precum, using every muscle in her hips to squeeze at it for the awaiting load she wanted.

"Ugh...I can feel it...I ca-...AHHH," his cum painted the insides of her pussy completely white and had it leak out of her. Krystal was barely aware but still had the conscious to notice her arousal.

The Chief pushed him away to make way for another's turn. "Hah, your mind clearly no longer with you now." The Chief pushed the next Lightfoot in line to have his release onto Krystal. The Musclefoot was far off, resting near the side of the Chief Lightfoot's throne when he heard the yelling of the crowd. Barely visible, but visible nonetheless, he saw the blue arms of a captive, with clenching fists showing signs of life. It was unlike the Lightfoot to not have a prisoner of the village killed within seconds from their stabbings. Realizing what their findings were most likely, he got up and walked towards the sacrificial mound.

One Lightfoot was positioning his tail between his legs so he could penetrate her tighter opening. "I show you all how to stab furball with two points," and he penetrated both of her holes.

Krystal was in a complete blur of awareness. All her senses were directed towards her heightened pleasure as she was in the verge of cumming. She moaned from the top of her lungs, drowning out the cheers and the rowdiness of the other Lightfoot. Despite the circumstances that have befallen her, despite even having this as a means of punishment, she was undeniably enjoying every bit of this. "...oh...oh yeah...more...I want more..." she murmured while the Lightfoot pushed and shoved into her. The Lightfoot also played with her breasts, pinching her rock hard nipples, forcing more moans of pleasure from Krystal as she relished in the sensation she had from his messaging of her breasts. Krystal needed one more load to reach her own peak and get her own satisfaction. With what little strength she had, she squeezed the muscles in her budding, controlling her strength on the Lightfoot's rhythm. Only barely a fraction of the Lightfoot's cum squirted out until Krystl started shrieking, "Oh! I think I'm going to cum! I think I'm...AHHHHHH!" And in a fit of shaking and convulsing, she sprayed all over the Lightfoot as soon as he pulled out, shooting the rest of himself onto Krystal's surrounding nethers.

Her head went limp again, almost dozing off until the Chief Lightfoot came up and held her head up. "Uh uh uh. You still need to be punished." Krystal's mind slowly drifted back into her as she realized just how out of herself she was just recently.

"Wait," she said in a panic. "Oh my, I can't believe what came over me." Krystal now felt humiliated after allowing herself to get so consumed by pleasure. She was just a second ago in glee at the filthy mess that trickled down from her loins, but now she saw in disgust of the aftersex.

"Now, who next?" the Chief asked the crowd. Krystal slung back to minimize herself of her fate, only glad that shame was befalling her and nothing more. But suddenly, as a Lightfoot was approaching Krystal and ready to have his way with her, the Musclefoot knocked him out of the way and grabbed Krystal's legs onto the air.

"Ah! Oh crap," squealed Krystal. The massive frame of the Musclefoot had all the little hairs of her skin stand endwise. "No, please, just please, do anything else! But not this!" Krystal looked in horror as he placed his gigantic erection right against her belly, meeting from the tip of her clit to her belly button with a thickness like twice like that of her own staff.

The Chief introduced the Musclefoot to the crowd, regardless of the other Lightfoot's turn. "My great warriors, I bring you our greatest of warriors, Musclefoot!"

And as if part of a queue, he forced his length into Krystal, "GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!," letting out a scream that even made the remaining warriors wince. "Ha-agh...stop it!" she cried out. "You're ripping me apart!!!" With no concern, the Musclefoot continued to fuck her senseless. Krystal continued to squirm around, fighting to get out of her bonds. This was beyond mere humiliation, it was full blown torture.

Then, from the sky, Kyte landed on top of the totem. Krystal looked up and yelled for his rescue. "Kyte! Help me out!" Kyte looked in disgust at the Lightfoots who froze at his arrival. Preparing himself, Kyte blew streams of fire from his mouth, shooting at the surrounding Lightfoots away from Krystal.

"NOOO!" the Chief Lightfoot panicked, ducking away from his attacks. Kyte easily overpowered the tribe as he chased each one after another, setting them aflame briefly, but left noticeable pain. The chief ran up to Krystal, knowing she'd probably be able to stop him. "Aaagh! Make the bird stop!" He pleaded to her. "Make it stop and I'll untie you!"

In this agreement, Krystal whistled to Kyte. "That's more than enough, Kyte!" On queue, he stopped his attack. Krystal was then approached by Chief Lightfoot and Musclefoot, who unshackled both the claws that bound her from the totem poles, and once unshackled, she rested on her knees from the events that occurred.

Kyte landed in front of her and looked down, remorseful on how he couldn't make it in time. "So Krystal...are you ok?"

"Oh, yeah *sniff* everything's fine", said Krystal as she was holding back tears of embarrassment. All that she has been through was getting to her, with the Sharpclaws, the Shadedasher, heck she hasn't even eaten for a long while. Though she knew just how pointless it was, she decided to gather her trampled on replacement rags and cover herself. "It's great I end up in these situations by the same people I'm trying to help." Kyte wanted to comfort her, but he kept his distance knowing she wants her space. Suddenly, she just realized something. "Wait a moment...My staff!" She then remembered that the Chief still had her staff. Krystal then darted out to look for him.

Sitting on his throne, he saw Krystal climbing onto his hut from the water now more angry than ever for her staff. Unfazed, Chief Lightfoot told her, "What is it? We let you go, so go away."

"I want my staff back," Krystal demanded. Kyte flew in to catch up to her, already standing her ground towards the Chief.

The Chief stood up, looking spitefully at her. "What you need staff for? You only a girl, no warrior."

"I'm trying to help you people," she growled. "So the least you could do is give me my staff back!"

"Hmm...maybe you have me convinced, so maybe I help you." He then started circling around her, looking at her beautiful figure. "I have also a Krazoa spirit shrine, maybe a Krazoa spirit fled there?"

Catching her attention, Krystal asked, "Then can I have access to the shrine?"

"First, you must do something for me," Chief Lightfoot told her the conditions. "Unlike my soldiers, I was unable to get time with you."

This annoyed Krystal, making her spit back, "If it's sex you want, you can forget it."

"Interesting, I no think your modesty was more important than saving planet," the Chief taunted.

"Krystal, let's just go," Kyte grumbled, frustrated at the typical self-centeredness they displayed.

Forlorn, Krystal knew there was no other way, so giving in she told him, "...alright." Kyte was shocked to have heard Krystal giving in to the Chief's advances.

"Krystal, you don't have to do this," he told her.

"Back off, bird," scolded the Chief. "Bring me my maidservants to bathe her and have her ready by dawn." Two Lightfoots then guided her out into a nearby hut.

Moments had passed as Kyte waited outside the hut where Krystal was being prepared for the Chief. Inside, a Lightfoot was washing the very unclean fur of Krystal, especially in obvious areas. Needless to say, it embarrassed Krystal to have to go through this in order to help not only this tribe but the rest of Dinosaur Planet, however, after days of sexual torture and being unable to keep herself clean and tidy, this was nice to say the least.

"Man, you filthy girl," the Lightfoot insulted as she washed her thighs. "You whore yourself for money?"

Krystal almost kicked the Lightfoot for that. "Shut up! I wouldn't be surprised if some of the stuff you're washing off is because of you up on that mound."

The Lightfoot grunted at her confusion. "I don't see how that possible. I woman, so probably my husband do that."

"Oh," she responded. "Um, I'm sorry I mistook you for a man."

"Whatever, it not like fuzzballs like you aren't jumped on at an opportunity to fuck in this village." The Lightfoot turned her over so she could clean up her backside, scrubbing against her round posterior to remove some caked on jizz within her groove. "Soldiers talk about how pretty you look up there and that you take better care of yourself for warrior girl."

Krystal blushed at the compliments she told about her. Despite the circumstances, she found it flattering to be looked upon as beautiful to them. Still, she sympathized for the Lightfoot cleaning her, feeling as if her presence may spark a strong envy. "You know, for a Lightfoot, you do look pretty cute yourself."

"Pah, it not me you should be sucking up to, it our Chief who you should be giving a good sucking to, slut." And for what she spat out, her sympathy faded. She's not going to care about her feelings if she can't get over her own husbands infidelity. "Ok, now get out of tub so I can dry you off." Krystal obeyed, and as she got out, she shook herself, her breasts whipping along with her. This annoyed the flat-chested Lightfoot as she took out the towel and dried her off.

Finally dry, Krystal looked herself in the mirror, and besides being naked, she couldn't help but seem satisfied that she was finally clean, though she felt her hunger pangs again. The Lightfoot cut off her admiration of herself to present her mandatory attire. "What's this?"

"These will be what you wear for Chief Lightfoot." The Lightfoot told her.

Confused, she looked at what could be considered pathetic excuses for clothes: A top that was mostly a gold ring with a thin and pink, silk cloth that was almost transparent and a gold hip chain with a loincloth of the same material that covered only one spot.

Seeing this outfit, Krystal wad revolted at the kind of level of humiliation it was at even requesting to wear this. "Couldn't I just go up to him naked?" Krystal complained, not willing to wear such pointless attire since really it was no different than just walking up to him bare.

"You wear this as part of your deal with the Chief, such is the clothing for all who sleep with him." So reluctantly, Krystal wiggled the top over her head, down, to where her breast kept them from falling any further. The chain on the hip chain snapped on and off, so she just wrapped it around her waist, surprisingly fitting her rather perfectly with the cloth reaching to her ankles, keeping the loincloth covering her nethers leaving her tail to cover her butt. "Here are your shield things when you're done, but the Chief said not to put them on while you lay with him."

A soon as she got her stuff, she first looked for the Shadedashers clothes so she wouldn't have to be subjected to the Lightfoot clothes afterwards. "Hey, where's the red top and skirt?" Krystal panicked, looking for them.

"Oh, I don't know, and really I don't care." Furious, Krystal wanted to throw her out of her hut and into the pond, but just stormed out knowing it would cost her more than accomplish anything.

Coming out, she saw Kyte was outside the door, waiting for her. "Well, Kyte, this is what they want me to wear." Kyte could barely look at her without thinking it to be wrong.

"Well, you do wear it nicely, Krystal," he complimented her.

"Aww, you really think so," Krystal gushed at his heartwarming comment. She went up to him to rub at his beak for being so good to her. "Well, I have to go to the Chief. Mind taking me to him." Kyte then prepared himself for Krystal to mount, and away they went.

Krystal slowly walked closer to the Chief's hut. She saw that he had redesigned his quarters, now with a round bed as oppose to his throne. The Chief Lightfoot stood by the bed, awaiting her to provide his requested service as she swayed her hips entering into the hut. He was very pleased at her obedience to use the attire they made for her. A typical design, this one wasn't the first made, but it's been so long since he could use his slavewear again.

"Yes, very nice. I'm glad to see you in your proper clothes," Chief Lightfoot told her. He guided her to sit on the bed as he looked down upon her curvaceous figure. Krystal had just looked afar; her body quivering as her modesty was continuously compromised. Her fur felt like it stood up in such fretfulness, reminded of how exposed she was. "So, do you like your clothes?"

"Yes," Krystal lied, only so she wouldn't ruin her chances of getting her staff and entrance into the Krazoa Shrine. The Chief began rubbing at the inside of her thighs, opening them up to expose her trembling pussy and bit lightly all around her neck. He also played around with her breasts, pinching them and rubbing them, increasing her pleasure. She moaned loudly, seeing that the Chief knew what he was doing as oppose to those other Lightfoot who probably didn't get as much action as their Chief did.

He soon grabbed her hips and started pushing his manhood into her, making her squeal as it invaded her slit. The Chief started thrusting himself into her as she became so aroused that she polished his shaft with her juices.

"Oh good! You good and tight," groaned the Chief. He went faster and faster, hearing little splishing noises which made Krystal slightly tremble.

Krystal couldn't believe how excited she was feeling. The combination of her revealing clothes, the dirty feeling of being used and ravaged by the Chief, and her overall pride in her gorgeousness made herself desiring this too much. "Ahn...that's so nice!" Krystal couldn't help herself from shouting. The more he plowed into her, the more her pussy gripped at his thickness. The cool of the night played with her body, with the warmth of his manhood warming her snatch and teasing at the farther parts of her skin.

"Hehehe, I doing you good, eh?" It was true, the Chief was actually giving her the time of her life. "How about this?"

He went even harder than last time, pushing farther into her, forcing Krystal to go, "Ahh...ahhh...ahhh...this is amazing! More, give me more!" Every thrust continues to heighten her pleasure even more and makes it almost unbearable. The slapping of their hips coming together ring into her ears, causing her to tremble again and again.

He then rolled over into the bed, still connected to Krystal. Now it was Krystal's turn to work. She begins to ride him, moving up and down into his shaft. No longer was she doing this by force; it was all voluntary now, increasing her volume of moaning for half the village to hear. She feels a tingling within her folds, knowing she was about to cum. Her back arched with teeth gritting and froze to let her body release her orgasm. Violently, she squirted everywhere, and upon that her body allowed herself to go limp.

Though as she was taking him out of herself, feeling every inch sting her pussy a bit, he reminded her, "My girl, I have not reach my peak yet."

Not wanting to continue vaginally, she lied down against him and took his cock, now engulfing it into her mouth. It helped that she climaxed first, tasting herself on the Chief's meat and breathing in her scent. She rubbed at her pussy to tend to the soreness from all it's been through all day, using the silk to nurse it better. Again, her hunger pangs lingered just when she felt his length throbbing around her lips. It was a disgusting thought, but she figured she might try it again, just this once. After making her decision, the Chief moaned again and exploded into Krystal's mouth, and as she moved it out she sucked every last ounce and gulped it. It felt dirty, but somehow she acquired a taste for it in some way or another. Both of them were exhausted and it was night time, so she rested herself along with the Chief.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Krystal rubbed Kyte's head. He looked up and saw that Krystal with her beloved staff.

"So, are we off?" Kyte said groggily.

"Yup, but first, we have to get the Krazoa Spirit." Kyte then got up for her and both walked over to the entrance. They both hesitated as they door opened, not knowing what kind of dangers were to be faced, but now that they were partnered up again, they took up all of their courage and moved off.