AUTHOR'S NOTES~~~ Hey everyone! Yet another story I'm throwing out here. I've had this idea for a long while now, yet for some reason I can't think of anything to do with it. So... I'm letting ya'll decide what happens! Where should the story go from here? I know you may have read the story syniops but to hell with it. What do YOU want out of this story? Some things of note, Kat will be very much the way she was in Male Stripper, though less of a deviant. I'm hoping to keep this one short, around 6-10 chapters so let's make the best thing out of it that we can. I'm open to any and all ideas, so after you read this, throw out what wish to happen and I'll get back to you. Though, anons won't be contacted simply because I can't. So anyways, hope you enjoy and let's see where this takes us.

The body of the vulpine was damp and glistened with sweat. His thick burly arm wiped his brow before returning to his side and resumed pumping back and forth. The fox's chest rose and fell in a practiced rhythm. In front of him was a hovering hologram of three words above three numbers. Looking down at the words and numbers, the fox saw that he had been running for almost an hour and he was fast approaching ten miles. He wasn't tired, at least not yet, but he was sweating profusely making him feel very much in need of a shower.

The bright red tod slowed to a walk as the treadmill came to a halt. Stepping off of the treadmill, the vulpine began to walk out of the gym, grabbing a towel off the rack by the door as he left. Wearing only a pair of dark green shorts and a white but very wet wife beater shirt, the fox wiped himself down with the towel from head to waist. By the time he was done he had reached his room and threw the towel into the hamper, barely making the shot as it hung off the side.

As he walked to the bathroom door, his ears twitched. From the other side of the door, he could hear the shower running and a small delightful humming just under it.

'Oh damn it all! How do I keep forgetting this is her room now?' He thought to himself as he turned to leave.

"Hello? Fox? Is that you?" A woman's voice asked from inside the shower.

At the sound of her voice, the tod froze in his tracks. His mind erupted in thoughts and questions, mostly pertaining to how she knew he was there even though he didn't make a sound loud enough to make it over the droning of the shower.

"Y-Yeah! Sorry, I forgot that this was your room," Fox called back, his ear flicked when he heard the shower turn off. "I'll just leave now, no need to-"

The bathroom door opened and a wall of steam gushed out. Through the steam walked a wet figure draped in a white towel. The figure was of a feminine beauty and perfect in every way. Her legs were toned and her hips were flawlessly curved. Even with the towel covering her from breast to mid-thigh, her supple womanly curves were blatantly visible. Yet despite her large breasts, perfect legs, and curvy hips, what caught Fox most of all was her gorgeous visage. Her eyes were deeper and bluer than any ocean, her face almost shined as her snow white fur complimented the cobalt fur, and her hair just barely made it to her eyes giving her a sultry look at times.

He must have been staring with a stupid look on his face because the vixen put a paw to her lips and giggled. "By all means, Fox, stay. This is your room after all."

Swallowing hard, Fox managed to force out a reply. "I shouldn't… I-I-I need a shower."

The blue vixen stepped aside and waved a hand to the bathroom, "It's open."

Fox's jaw clenched and the heavenly smells of her shampoos assaulted his curious nose. For a moment, he thought of the two of them together in the shower, their wet bodies pressing against one another in a heated burst of passion. He often thought of her in such lewd acts with himself, but he tried to refrain from it. It wasn't that he didn't like thinking of her, but for some odd reason, whenever he did, it was almost like she knew. Even now, her face began to blush and she drew the towel a little higher to cover her breasts better.

"Uh… thanks, but I'll take one in my quarters," Fox murmured and headed for the door. "If you need anything, just call for me or first mate Monroe."

"I-I will," Krystal stuttered, clearly a little rattled by something, but what, the vulpine could only speculate.

Feeling like a complete ass, Fox walked towards the elevator down the hall. Pressing the button, the vulpine shuffled around impatiently. Finally the elevator dinged and the doors opened revealing, in his opinion, the second most beautiful woman on his ship.

The pink feminine beauty was none other than his first mate, Katt Monroe. Though she looked soft and vulnerable with her pink fur, Fox had witnessed many ass kicking fights won by the rather dangerous feline. She was smart, deadly, and not to be messed with. A perfect choice for the role as second in command.

"Well hey there, little-man," Katt purred, her eyes drifting over the rather exposed body of the vulpine.

"Afternoon, Katt," Fox grunted, obviously a little irked by her pet name she had given him.

The vulpine stepped into the elevator and pressed a button. As the doors closed, Fox glanced over to the still purring feline and felt a little inept as she stood a good two inches taller than him, hence the nickname. It wasn't necessarily fair, considering she was only five foot ten inches tall while he was five eight, but the name stuck when she walked up to him and couldn't stop laughing.

"What's got you all hot and sweaty?" Katt asked very slyly.

'Here we go,' Fox groaned mentally as he readied for a dozen innuendos and accusations involving him and the Cerinian refugee they picked up on Sauria.

"I just got done working out-"

"Working out that Krystal girl, I bet!" Katt laughed and slapped Fox's back. "It's been a while since your last girlfriend, I hope you were easy on her, for her sake!"

"I did not have marital relations with that vixen," he said as dryly as possible.

"I should hope not, tiger," Katt giggled. "You practically run through a girl in the first week, and that sweet little thing looks delicate. Do you want my advice?"

'Considering I'm going to get it even if I say no, no matter how asinine it is…'

"Do you like this girl?"

The doors to the elevator opened with a small ding. It took all of his reserve to not bolt out and make for his quarters. His window of opportunity disappeared however, when first mate Monroe depressed the close doors button, trapping them both inside.

"I admit, she is very attractive and…" Fox took a deep breath, "I'm a bit infatuated."

The audible purr of the feline grew even louder, "Sounds like somebody has a crush."

Flaring his ears and folding his arms, Fox grunted out, "You said you had advice."

"Well," Katt said clearing her throat and releasing the close doors button, "this girl is an exotic native. Our records show little to no information about her planet, and we know even less about her in general. Just take it slow. Get her to open up to you by just being yourself, and not that little spastic thirteen year old seeing his first pair of breasts you become around women."

Fox's ears perked at her advice. Normally Katt gave horrible, terrible advice which made gambling with her a disaster. Yet for one of the first few times the vulpine had known the feline, something tangible came out of her mouth.

"Wow, Katt. That's… actually pretty good-"

"And once she opens them legs, just give her that hot fox dick like, UH! UH! UH! UH!" Katt began moaning at the top of her lungs while thrusting her hips.

"Goodbye, Katt," grunted the vulpine, stepping off the elevator, all the while, the feline still thrusting and moaning but also mimicking Krystal's voice.

"Oh Fox! Oh Fox! Take me! Put this tribal girl in her place! Fuck me like your own personal-" Katt managed to say before the elevator continued downwards to the rec room.

'I swear, if I had a credit for every time she spoke out of her ass, I could have retired within a week of first meeting her.'

Shaking off the feline's bad advice in favor of the actual advice, Fox stepped into his quarters. Since he let his room to the vixen sleeping two floors above him, he was sleeping in a much smaller and less decorated room. His new room only had a bed, a desk, a chair, and a dresser for clothes whereas his old room had all the comforts of home. Grabbing some of the clean clothes piled up on his bed, Fox headed to the shower.

'For what didn't sound like sex noises, what she said was pretty sound,' Fox thought as the hot water coursed down his body and through his bright red fur.

In the Lylat system, foxes were often a rare sight, and red foxes were even rarer. Due to their race wide reverence as beautiful, exotic, and extremely high sex drive, people of all races wanted a fox for a mate. This led to fewer and fewer fox kits as male and female foxes began finding mates in species they were unable to produce children with. The only place where foxes were a common occurrence, was Fox's home world, Papetoon, but even that was a lowly populated colony on the fringe of known space.

Fox had traveled all over the galaxy and he had only met a handful of foxes in his travels, and none of them were the bright orange and white he was. His underfur, which started at his muzzle, trailed down to his neck, covered his chest, crept down past his waist, and stopped mid inner thigh was all a soft downy white. Many a time he was complimented on its softness and plush by a lover of the past. The rest of his fur, the bright red-orange, was thicker and much more fur like. It would shine in any light and gave him a handsome glow.

With his shower done, Fox stepped out and started to dry himself off. The question of what to do about the blue vixen was still stuck in his mind. On the one hand he wanted to be chivalrous and help a fellow spacer in need, but the other part of him would not let her amazing beauty out of his thoughts. Everything about her screamed sexy, even Katt couldn't stop staring at first.

Krystal was the closest thing to the epitome of feminine perfection. Her whole body was shaped to be both parts equal sexy and dangerous, her beautiful face put ancient gods of myth to shame, and the natural blue of her fur and eyes captivated his every heartbeat. She had a powerful effect on the vulpine, and whether she knew it or not, all she had to do was wrap him around her little finger and he'd be forever tied.

'This is insane!' Fox thought hours later as he lie in bed, the sultry vixen still plaguing his mind. 'I can't get her out of my head! Every time I close my eyes, there she is! I just wish I could talk to her without looking like a complete ass, or eye fucking her at the very least.'

Fox grunted in disgust with himself when the thought of the blue vixen on all fours in front of him leapt through his mind. At first he attempted to expel the fantasy from his mind, but then he saw what he was doing and how much it was affecting her. Her body was trembling as it struggled to keep itself up under her own weight. Every movement of Fox's body reverberated through her own and caused her to gasp and moan with delight.

The man's hand slowly reached down towards his pants before being yanked back up.

"No! No, not again," he barked. Fox walked over to the sink beside the toilet and shower, splashing himself with ice cold water. "She's different."

Not knowing exactly what he meant by that, Fox decided to get his mind off of things, and what better way than to make dinner?

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Come in!" The melodious voice of Katt Monroe sang from the other side of the door.

Despite the permission, the blue vixen still hesitated. She adjusted her T-shirt as her shoulder had once again started to fall out. The shirt was on loan from the captain, Fox McCloud, as she had only one set of clothes and he couldn't look at her without turning into a red, stuttering mess.

"Oh, Krystal!" The pink feline purred once Krystal stepped in. "I was just talking about you, don't worry, it was all good things."

A small smile formed on the blue vixen's pink lips. Her hands fidgeted in front of her by her waist for a moment as she worked up the courage to ask a question.

"K-Katt? What is it exactly you're doing?"

Katt smirked and tilted her head, "What? Never seen someone suspended in zero gravity before? Well to be honest, I've been having some back problems of late. I was in orbit whenever Fox was on Dino Planet and all that sitting has given me some kinks. This is the only thing that helps."

Krystal stepped around the queen sized, pink bed. "I could help you, give you a massage." Krystal offered.

'God I hope she's coming on to me.'

It took all of Krystal's restraint not to recoil at that mental comment. If there was one thing she was not used to, it was all the constant sexual thoughts these Lylatians had. Even the women seemed to find her attractive and imagine them both in lewd situations.

"A massage? Well that'd be greatly appreciated," said Katt, her disobedience of gravity coming to an end and she gently landed on her padded feet. "Only, I need something to eat before I starve. Would you like something, too?"

Krystal gave a very sweet and innocent smile, "I wouldn't want to intrude," she said as her stomach betrayed just how hungry she really was.

Katt grinned, "C'mon. We'll have Fox make us something."

"Please, I wouldn't want to-"

"Krystal," Katt grunted as she gave the vixen a very serious look, "you're cute and all, but you're far too timid. There's three reasons Fox was put in this universe, to save planets, kill bad guys, and make me dinner. Now let's go eat before I waste away!"

Krystal followed close behind the feline without saying a word. Every step she took she feared of stepping on someone's toes, in both walking, and being aboard the Great Fox. She was a guest, a refugee, saved from the planet Sauria only because of the kindness of one man's heart. Not many people would save a vagabond like her, and even fewer wouldn't take advantage of her. The thoughts were there yes, but Krystal could never sense even an inkling of wickedness in Fox's or even Katt's mind, though the latter was often quite mischievous.

"You're awful quiet there, cutie. What's on your mind?" Katt purred, nudging her gently.

Krystal shook her head. "I've been thinking. There's no chance that I'll be able to repay Fox or you in this lifetime. You've given me so-"

Katt groaned, "Look, kid. It's what we do, it's what Star Fox does! We're the good guys, the shining ray of light for all of Lylat! Besides, the day that we can't rescue gorgeous vixens from certain death, feed them, and house them, is the day I quit."

At that moment, a new and even greater sense of reverence for Katt and Fox was born. It didn't seem possible, but now her idols seemed to shine all the brighter and she thanked her gods that she was graced to be in their presence. Now it was no longer enough to be with them, she realized that she wanted to be one of them. To be a member of Star Fox had become her new desire in life.