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<< The Great Fox, In Orbit near Sector X >>

Krystal stood on the bridge looking out at space. They had only just finished gating into local space surrounding Sector X, a nebula within the Lylat System that had once been home to an Imperial star base. It had long since been destroyed, having fallen before the war's end due to a rogue element. In the years that had passed since, much research and exploration had gone into the Sector, and from what Krystal had been told, only minor things of value had been found, and much of that was related to robotics.

Andross' scientists had apparently built a large mechanoid that had gone rogue and destroyed the base before a battle could even be fought there. The Empire's hubris appeared to know no bounds.

"It's been a long time since we've been here." Falco Lombardo said before cracking his knuckles.

The vixen could feel the bird's pride, and even in his own thoughts, he was tooting his own horn again. The Star Fox Team had fought here as well. The longer she was a member of their team the more she learned just how vast their experience was. The Lylat War had truly been waged all across the system. She'd learned this in school, but seeing it first hand, and to have the memories of her Teammates to rely on left her lessons feeling pale in comparison.

It just made her feel a greater sense of pride that she was here and could do so much more good, and it set a higher bar for her to reach with her own training.

"Setting course to rendezvous with the Husky Division." ROB spoke from his post on the bridge. The android was the only thing on The Great Fox whose mind she couldn't read. Now that she'd grown accustomed to having the thoughts of four living beings within easy reach, she'd grown distant from the android. Being able to feel someone's emotions, to know their thoughts had become something of a comfort to her, at least when the number of people around her was small.

But to look at ROB and feel nothing from him was disconcerting. She much preferred the company of a living person.

As she watched the nebula in front of them with its red misty 'clouds', she wondered what they might find here that hadn't been found already. The Husky Division of the Anti-Imperial Task Force had been stationed here, and they've been combing the nebula for months now with no results. From what Fox had told her the Division was growing impatient and demoralized, especially now that Terrier Division had located an abandoned Imperial depot hidden within debris orbiting Macbeth. The depot had been abandoned for more than a year, but it gave them enough clues to continue their search.

The depot had been small and could have only housed a few hundred people at most, and their equipment. Terrier Division believed that the depot had been abandoned when Admiral Scales assembled his fleet before heading to Sauria. They had evidence now that survivors of the Empire had held themselves up for years in small pockets across Lylat.

"Well, this is boring. I'm going to the simulators if you wanna join?" Falco said, Krystal knowing it was coming before he could say the words. He was anxious from all the unspent energy he was accumulating, and it'd been a continuous problem for him. She could feel it, and hear it, but without alerting the Team that she could read minds, as only Fox knew that she had that power, she couldn't just blurt it out to Falco that he needed to find a way to release that energy.

The best she could do is passively suggest things to him, like use the flight simulators to run practice missions. She'd been doing that with him to help get him to vent energy, and it also helped her with her own training. She'd learned a great deal after all these months, but she was still not the best pilot. Her only saving grace was her psychic abilities, but that was just a crutch. If her physical reaction time wasn't fast enough to match her mind's ability to read an opponent's actions, then she would still die in battle like so many other rookie pilots before her.

"I'll join you in a moment. I want to watch the nebula for a little longer." She told him.

"Suit yourself, it aint gonna change any while we're here." He replied and sauntered off the bridge with the doors sliding shut behind him with a hiss.

"How long until we link up with the Husky Division?" she asked aloud.

"Two hours." The android replied.

She sighed, and continued to watch the red clouds, which looked more and more like the spray of blood. This had been a warzone after all.

Two hours later the Husky Division emerged from the nebula. Krystal stood with Fox and Falco on the catwalks that overlooked the rear hanger. Below them was Slippy and a whole contingent of Cornerian servicemen, and the trio watched as supplies were being signed over to the Division. The Great Fox had been enlisted to do resupply for the various Divisions of the AITF.

It wasn't the most glamorous work, but that's what Fox had told her when she first signed up. In times of war every job was important. 'Even scrubbing the toilet', he'd joked. She'd yet to have to scrub a toilet, since The Great Fox's bathrooms were shockingly advanced for a budget a historically bad as the Star Fox Team's.

The entire ship was an incredible piece of work, the finest Space Dynamics had put out in decades. Despite its age it felt brand new now that it'd gotten a fresh coat of paint and a full repair and full refit after the Saurian Incident. Even their Arwings were running as if they'd only just been rolled off the assembly line, and in a way they had. Fox's and her own Arwing were the two newest ones, basically brand new.

When she'd first been given clearance to pilot her Arwing by Fox, Slippy had sat her down at its controls and walked her through the protocol to activate it. She remembered how hard she had to fight her excitement, and how difficult it was to work at Slippy's pace, waiting for him to tell her what to do verbally instead of just leaping into action in sync with the frog's thoughts.

She'd called her Arwing the 'Cloud Runner' when the display asked her to give the ship a designation. Hers was the only ship with an actual name, since the men were all boring and just gave their Arwings a number. Fox was Arwing 01, Falco was 02, and Slippy was 03.

Slippy then turned to look up at them and waved now that he'd finally noticed them watching.

"You wanna come down and help!" He shouted with a smile, and Krystal could hear in the frog's thoughts that he was joking and expected a 'no' for an answer. Next to her the two men proved the frog right with a shake of their heads and laughable responses in their thoughts.

"Below my pay grade, Slip." Fox shouted back.

"Yeah, yeah, Leader 01." The frog shouted sarcastically back.

Falco was already bored and wanting to head back to something more entertaining.

"I'm heading out, let me know if you need anything." The bird said, then started down the catwalk towards the exit doors.

"Right." Fox replied.

She looked back down to the men working. She counted thirty people, and with them all in uniform, and some in helmets. Krystal then tried using her powers alone to determine their sex, and also to do a head count just by listening to their thoughts. She had this new brain muscle, and if she didn't flex it, she'd never master it.

Fox stepped closer to her and put his arm around her affectionately. As she studied the men below, she leaned into him. She couldn't get an accurate headcount just by reading their thoughts. With her eyes she'd counted 30, but with her mind she got only 26. Krystal wondered why that might be but considered that it might be that some of the men down there were empty headed.

Not that they were dimwitted or dense, but just on autopilot. Sometimes even Fox or the others were like that. Muscle memory, repetition, habit. Sometimes you just do things without thinking, and she had to consider that as a reason for why she couldn't accurately get a count on the men down there. Not just men. There were three women that she could determine.

Lost in thought? Fox asked her silently.

"No. Counting people."

Ah. Sounds fun.

"Not really."

"Let's head back up to the bridge." Fox told her and left her side. She felt cold now without his arm around her, and she turned to follow him. In his thoughts he was bored of people watching, too, and on the bridge, he had work he could be doing.

Krystal didn't have anything particular to be doing except work more on her training. She'd put in more than an hour in the simulator before the shuttle had docked with The Great Fox, but she knew that she could do more.

"I think I'll go log more time on the simulator, ok?" She said, and Fox nodded.

Go ahead. Practice your Immelmans.

"I will." She replied to his silent command, and when they reached the intersection of the corridor, they parted ways. With her back now turned to him she could feel his eyes spin around to look behind him. Krystal could almost see herself in Fox's thoughts as she walked away. He enjoyed the sight of her regardless of whether she was coming or going, and she smiled, feeling warm in her cheeks.

When she rounded the corner to find the lift that would move her across decks she broke from Fox's line of sight, then felt him turning back to continue on his way to the bridge with his thoughts already drifting to the work he had to do. He was a workaholic with a typically male brain. He could sometimes be very single minded, especially if he was in a good mood. If something was troubling him his thoughts would begin to scatter, as if he'd lost focus of his life and had no direction.

She went down one level and emerged onto Deck 02. The Great Fox had multiple levels and had been designed with a larger crew in mind than what it had. There were empty rooms meant for crew that were now just storage. Deck 02 is where they spent most of their time, as that is where all the crew quarters were located, plus the galley and medical bay.

Then, there was her destination. She stepped through the sliding door and into the room that was their recreation hall. They had four large flight simulators, as well as an old couch, a pool table, and various other amenities. Half of the furniture looked very old and worn with the other half new enough to have been bought within the last year. She knew this because she was here to see it get brought in.

It was a cozy place, if very masculine. It was obvious a group of men had picked out the décor.

She was alone with the rest of the Team in other parts of the ship. Fox was now on the bridge, which was located on Deck 01, Slippy was still in the hangar bay overseeing the transfer of goods, Peppy was in Medical arranging the following week's medication into his little plastic container, and then Falco was in his quarters enjoying himself.

Being the only female on a ship with four men had taught her a lot about male behavior. Masturbation was frequently used as a way to relieve stress and frustration. She had to hear thoughts about women during these times, and surprisingly it was usually not about her. Falco had an interest in felines, and a woman with pink fur in particular. The so-called 'swooner' appeared to have a crush.

Slippy liked other frogs almost exclusively, and Peppy was just old. It seemed to her that the old rabbit mostly lived in the past, reliving old memories of good times long gone. It was rare anyone thought of her outside of the immediate 'nice' thoughts they'd think when they'd see her walk by.

Except for Fox.

Krystal pressed the 'hatch open' button on her favorite simulator, then stepped inside once the lid had risen enough to allow entry. She pressed the button to shut it and the lid closed down around her. Lights inside the simulator flickered on, revealing the mostly accurate reproduction of an Arwing's cockpit. Peppy had told her previously that these simulators had up-to-date software installed, but that the hardware was still modeled after the original prototype Arwing. Not even the Arwings used during the war had looked like this, and she felt like she was sitting inside something... vintage. The worn-out fabric seat was in need of new upholstery, and the controls had lost their painted letters on half the buttons.

She activated the simulator, the machine whirring to life, the mechanism underneath the simulator lifting their entire structure to reveal that it was in fact a specialized pod, mounted onto a mechanical arm to simulate movement.

Thumbing through the console's single input screen she selected a map she wanted to fly, which was a recreation of Corneria City. The simulators software was up to date, but a lot of the maps were unchanged from their original versions. When she flew through this map, she was seeing a skyline that hadn't existed in more than twenty years. She'd not even been born yet, but her parents would be familiar with it. They'd immigrated to Corneria from Cerinia a few years before this simulator would have been built.

The cockpit's 'windows' lit up with the view of a hangar bay. She would have to take flight from an airfield just outside the city, then she was free to do as she pleased, since she hadn't selected any combatants.

Fox wanted her to practice her Immelmann maneuvers, which was just a big U turn you did by flying up in a straight line before tilting your ship backwards to fly back the way you came. She had that part down pat, but the trick was in reorienting yourself back to an upright position. If she was fighting in space, it wouldn't matter that much if she was in a different orientation at the end of her Immelmann than when she started, but on a planet it would be important to get it right.

Fox also scolded her for not matching orientation with the rest of the team, even when they flew in space. If he was 'right side up' and she was 'upside side' and he gave the order to bank left, then which direction would she instinctively want to turn? Her natural left would be Fox's right, and she'd risk turning in the wrong direction.

Another pilot dead from a rookie mistake.

So, she took off, and admired the vintage skyline for a moment before she began practicing her maneuvers until she'd managed to successfully perform an Immelmann three times in a row without messing up her orientation. It had taken her an hour to do this much. If she'd been training with Fox or one of the others, she'd have been much faster, as she could hear and feel their thoughts as they performed the maneuvers themselves, which allowed her to almost 'piggyback' off of what they were doing.

It was almost like cheating, but she couldn't use that as a crutch if she was to one day fly into an actual battle. She needed to be independently capable of pulling off their flight maneuvers.

"Krystal?" The radio inside the simulator crackled to life, Slippy's voice speaking to her. She depressed the switch to talk and replied that she was here.

"Fox wants everyone to gather up on the bridge. Got some formalities to do." The frog told her, and she said she'd be right there and let go of the switch. The good thing about simulators was that you didn't actually have to park your Arwing when you were done, so she just canceled the simulation and waited for the pod to settle back down into its resting position before cracking the seal and exiting the machine.

As soon as she was out of the simulator, and no longer distracted by her practice, she could again focus on the voices inside the ship. Not everyone was on the bridge yet, but Fox was there, and Peppy with him. Falco was close, Slippy was working his way there with several other voices joining him.

When she stepped out onto Deck 01, she spotted Slippy and four other men walking down the corridor ahead of her. She immediately got a read of the group, their thoughts dancing about work matters. The formalities Slippy had mentioned was mostly an excuse to prolong the resupply, as Husky Division had been authorized to take three days of R&R. They couldn't fly back home but were allowed to sit still and enjoy having no responsibilities for a few days. The longer it took to resupply the longer they'd have to wait for R&R to begin, which wasn't as counterintuitive as it looked.

Back in the Division no one was doing anything, since they were on standby until resupply was completed, and after the shuttle departed The Great Fox, the supplies had to be unloaded and distributed across the eight ships in the Division.

Eight ships never sounded like a lot to Krystal, especially when she recalled the terrifying battle that had happened far above Sauria. But the AITF wasn't a single Division, but several. The AITF had a grand total of 125 ships spread out across 13 Divisions. The Husky Division had 3 battleships, 5 cruisers, and 1 aircraft carrier. With a squadron of over 100 space fighters the Division was a severe threat to any military force it faced.

They'd pale in comparison to the fleet Admiral Scales had amassed but should the AITF ever form up into one unit they'd be a terrifying foe. Krystal kept herself optimistic, reminding herself that the Grand Gambit was dead, and that there would never again be a weapon that powerful.

"Slippy!" She called from behind the group. Slippy stopped and turned to watch her approaching, the vixen hastening her pace to catch up with the men. As soon as she sped up, she could hear every man's thoughts flicker away from business and towards her, particularly her chest. She'd learned to ignore the male gaze, especially since it was almost always harmless. The men whose company she kept were professionals, and these newcomers were all professionals, too, if she was judging their thoughts correctly.

"Ma'am." One of them nodded to her with a charismatic smile. He was a taller dog, and he immediately felt familiar to her, but it'd been months since she'd last seen him. As she finished her approach, she didn't have to strain hard to put his face to a memory. This was 'Bill'. She could now catch glimpses of his own memories of her as she listened to his thoughts, the dog was thinking to himself.

She'd first encountered him in space while she and Fox battled against Scales' fleet, and she'd met him briefly while on board the C.A.S. Ferratus. Beyond that, the man was a mystery apart from his comradery with Fox, who respected the other canine greatly.

"Mr. Bill." She replied with a smile. One of the other dogs chuckled as she addressed Bill as mister. What was with men and not wanting to be called mister? She was being polite!

"Commander Bill Grey." Bill replied with a smile before extending his hand. It didn't appear that he was personally offended by her not knowing his rank, but he was irritated by the teasing from his subordinates.

She took the hand and shook it, feeling the tightness of his grip, signaling to her that he wasn't going to go easy on her because she was a girl. She squeezed back, though admittedly not as hard.

"It's a pleasure to meet you now that you're a full-fledged member of the Star Fox Team. Last we met you had only just asked to sign up but were still in recovery from the Incident." He began.

"I remember. It's nice to see you again." She smiled back, and while they were giving their brief exchange the other men were thinking about the time they were wasting and that they needed to appear on the bridge.

"Should we carry on to the bridge then?" She proposed, and Bill stepped himself aside and beckoned her forward with a hand graciously, already thinking the line 'ladies first' before it could even leave his mouth.

"Thank you." She replied, and stepped past the men, including Slippy, and led them down the rest of the corridor towards the bridge. By the time they reached the double doors she could feel how flushed her face felt. She wasn't used to so many men... thinking that way about her all at once. It was overwhelming, and at this range she was picking up bits and pieces of visions, what she believed were fragments of a person's mental imagery much like how she could catch glimpses of a person's memory. At the end of the day what difference was there between a memory and one's imagination? Sometimes they were the same thing.

Now she knew what it felt like to be stripped naked by four men at once.

"Bill!" Fox said with genuine cheer when she saw the man enter the bridge behind Krystal. She doubted the two men verbally spoke much these days but judging by their feelings towards each other they had become close sometime in the past. She also picked up that Fox had no idea who the other three were.

Krystal stepped aside and let the two ranking officers on the bridge talk. Commander Bill issued a casual greeting for himself, but then formally introduced the other three who all acted professionally. Now that they were on the bridge and in front of Fox McCloud their thoughts of ravishing a vixen had vanished, their libidos set aside. Again, striking levels of professionalism, and she wondered if such things would exist elsewhere like in Corneria City. What would the average passerby be thinking if she walked by them on the sidewalk?

"The Division is going to love the fresh supplies. Our cooks are in the habit of cooking everything good first, so we've been ground down to basic gruel for the last two weeks." Bill continued the conversation with Fox, memories of a foul-tasting slop filling his memory. She felt herself losing her own appetite out of sympathy.

"Well, I'm happy we got a chance to change that for you. How far along is the transfer, Slippy?"

"The first shuttle departed, but it'll take one more load to finish offloading everything we have. After that it's up to the Division to sort it out."

"I'm sure that'll be a grueling and time-consuming task." Bill replied to the frog, and while he did so he was thinking to himself how everyone would appreciate the bonus R&R they'd be getting as they passively waited for resupply to finish.

Fox smiled knowingly; the truth being understood by everyone but not being spoken out loud. Krystal idled at the sidelines along with the rest of the Team. This meeting of formalities was mostly between Bill and Fox, and when their discussions of the transfer had concluded the four men all dismissed themselves and were given a farewell as they departed for their ship.

"Well, that went well." Peppy spoke up, easing himself down into his favorite chair on the bridge, his age having caught up with him quickly since Sauria. The old man felt his age more now than he ever had, but his medications and his taking care to reduce strenuous activity was keeping him going well enough.

"It did. We'll wait here at the nebula until they finish their resupply, then we'll return to Katina." Fox added and took a seat back in the captain's chair. Krystal approached him for the sole purpose of walking by so that he could catch a glimpse of her backside before she took a seat for herself. It felt refreshing to have Fox's gaze on her as opposed to that of four strangers.

"Will we be resupplying anyone else?" Krystal asked despite already knowing the answer due to her abilities. It was a formality she often engaged in to create the illusion that she couldn't read people's minds. This didn't stop her from slipping up from time to time, though. Sometimes she had to lean on her mother's tired cliché of crediting her 'women's intuition'.

"We'll resupply ourselves, then head out to Macbeth to deliver some digging equipment. Terrier is still in the area, and they want to start poking holes in the planet to expand their search." Fox replied.

"Jeez, more of this crap?" Falco complained, his frustration ruining his mood as he sagged into a seat and visibly deflated.

"Just one more time, then we're off to Corneria. We'll be assisting in a survey of the asteroid belt. You'll actually get to use your Arwing for a change, Falco." Fox smiled, but the bird just tossed his head back in defeat.

Slippy excused himself to return to the hangar bay where the Cornerians were still working, and Falco took the opportunity to flee the bridge. His feathers were too ruffled, so he was planning on venting himself in the simulators again.

"Enjoy this while it lasts." Peppy remarked to the two foxes.

"I know. We'll find them eventually." Fox replied, the 'them' needing no introduction. The Empire was still out there.

Krystal turned to Fox and watched him, he watched her back.

"I practiced my Immelmans. Managed three in a row without assistance this time." She told him.

"Good! Now you just need to do it every time without failing." He laughed, then stood up and started making for the door. "I'm going to grab something to eat."

She stood up to join him but turned to Peppy and asked if he'd like to join them. He waved aside the invitation, suggesting that he'd rather take a nap instead and stay on the bridge in case something came up. She felt bad for him. He was just as much a member of the Team as anyone else, but with him resigning from his role as a pilot, and his health having finally started to fail, he no longer felt he was a valuable member of Star Fox. She didn't know what to do about that, as much as she tried to find a way.

"Coming with?" Fox asked, and she was pulled away and to his side as she joined him at the door. They left and she tried to refocus herself by thinking of the others on the ship. Even at this distance she could find Slippy moving towards the hangar bay, and Falco was almost at the rec room.

The pair found the nearest lift and dropped to Deck 02, then went to the mess where Fox began to cook the two of them a meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup from a can.

As they ate, she listened to Fox as he spoke about the plans for Macbeth, then back towards Corneria. While she listened to him, she knew he was speaking more for his own benefit. As he said the plans aloud, he was listening to himself, formulating things in his head, and putting the pieces into better order, like he was nitpicking what he wanted to do and how he wanted to do it. He did this often, the mental labor of being a leader.

Elsewhere in the ship she could feel Falco losing himself to the simulator drills, zoning out and falling into his own flavor of autopilot. Slippy was in the hangar bay, feeling relief that the second shuttle wouldn't take as long to load. The men who had joined them on the bridge had mostly departed, but she sensed Bill was still in the hangar bay overseeing the last batch of supplies as they were being loaded, which was why the work was being done faster. She could feel the servicemen feeling awkward under their Commander's gaze and were reluctant to slack off while he was watching.

"The last shuttle will be loaded up faster than they quoted us." She told Fox.

"Oh? That's good. Sort of a surprise, but not an unwelcome one." He replied, then added in his thoughts that the sooner everyone got off his ship the better. The Great Fox was better when it was quiet with just the five of them around to give the ship company.

Sometimes she wished he could listen to her thoughts like she could his. When it was just the two of them alone it would make conversation so much easier. Fox actually had it the best. He didn't have to say anything when they were alone, but in order for him to know what she had to say she had to actually speak. All he had to do was think and listen. It was almost unfair.

You doing alright with all the extra people on the ship?

She nodded.

"It's not so bad. I only counted thirty people in the hangar bay, aside from us. It's easier to manage." She told him, and he nodded back in reply.

"Did you enjoy seeing Bill again?" She asked, and he nodded. He took the time to savor the last bite of his grilled cheese. Krystal wasn't trying to eat her meal as quickly as he was, so there was still plenty left on her plate.

Whenever we see each other it's always when we're on duty. Never any down time.

Fox was a career mercenary, and Bill was a career serviceman. They weren't afforded a lot of vacation time, and when they did get it, it was just like now. Bill and all the servicemen and women in his Division would be stuck sitting outside the Sector X nebula for their vacation.

It was a vacation, but you weren't allowed to leave the office.

Back in the hangar bay something was changing. Nothing bad, but Bill was giving orders to his men to continue the operation, but not to rush themselves, citing safety concerns. She could sense a wave of relief from the men working to load the last shuttle. Bill was now leaving the hangar bay, but he wasn't trying to leave The Great Fox.

Fox was thinking of the last time he'd seen Bill, which was back on the Ferratus, and how it wasn't the best time for old friends to catch up. Everyone was busy with their new orders, trying to put together the General's new task force. A part of him clearly wished to reminiscence, and she could sense from him that he and Bill had indeed been close companions back in the Academy.

"You were in the Academy together?" she asked.

He nodded, a mental image flashing in her mind of a small austere room. A bunk bed was positioned against either wall, four young men to a room. It reminded her of summer camp, but she knew better. Being a pilot in the academy was difficult work. Bill's bunk had been right above Fox's. From his memories she knew that the other two men he'd shared that room with were no longer alive. The war took them.

"You're in luck." She said, taking another bite of her sandwich.

Why's that?

"Go make another grilled cheese. You've got company coming to visit." She smiled, and he looked at her with a puzzled frown. When he didn't stand up immediately, she lifted both hands off the table and waved them at him to shoo him away.

"He's coming, and I'm sure he's hungry!" She said a little more forcefully. Fox slowly stood, in his thoughts he wasn't sure if she was pulling his leg or not. "Fox, I may be teasing, but he is coming to visit."

He relented, his trust in her holding, and left their table to retreat back into the kitchen where he began to fish out the ingredients, he'd need to make another plate of food. Elsewhere, the vixen could feel Bill stopping on Deck 01 with intentions to return to the bridge. He was looking for Fox. The canine had a pep in his step, she felt. He was getting his first R&R in months and was looking forward to not having the full weight of responsibility resting on his shoulders.

When he reached the bridge, he had what felt like a one sided conversation about Fox's whereabouts. She couldn't sense Peppy, but that would be normal if he'd fallen asleep. Bill must be talking to ROB whom she wouldn't be able to hear. Fox was dedicating his attention to his cooking, so Krystal focused on Bill. This was another chance for good practice as she concentrated on a single person, feeling them move through the ship beneath her 'third eye'.

Fox was just returning to the table with a fresh grilled cheese and bowl of soup when Bill entered. The two men shared a look before smiling.

"Well, is that for me?" the dog asked.

"I thought about having seconds, but if you're hungry I guess I can let you have it." Fox replied and sat the food down and invited his old friend over to sit.

After they had all finished eating Bill had asked for a tour of The Great Fox, and they'd obliged him. They mostly kept to the parts of the ship that saw more use, which were Decks 01 through 03. All while they explored the ship, she could sense a measure of pride from Fox as he showed off his ship, but also happiness. He was enjoying having fresh company for a change, and having that company be an old friend. There was a warmth between the two men even as they verbally sparred throughout the ship's corridors as men were want to do.

Bill, on the other hand, seemed to be flipping back and forth between awe and disappointment. His mental image of the legendary ship was causing him whiplash as he came to learn that The Great Fox was just a ship, a sophisticated ship, but just a ship, nonetheless. What he did see still impressed him, but he'd imagined a much greater spectacle over the years.

The men were also so distracted that she decided to lag behind them to leave them to it as she followed along. They were aware of her presence but focused more on each other and the ship. Sometimes they'd mention something from long ago, and she'd get flashes of memories. Just two men reminiscing.

"Ok, so show me your captain's cabin, Fox. I want to see how the Leader of the Star Fox Team treats himself when he's not off delivering MREs and toilet paper." Bill chided the other man, clapping him hard enough on the shoulder to knock him forward.

"Hey, now! I'll have you know my cabin is especially luxurious!" Fox stood himself upright and made an exaggerated display of brushing himself off.

"It's true. It's the largest crew cabin on the ship." Krystal added from behind them. Bill flashed her a quick look, with an even faster thought running through his mind as to how Krystal would know what the interior of Fox's cabin would look. It was a brief thought, but Fox was already distracting Bill again with conversation, and the thoughts Krystal had glimpsed from Bill ended just before she witnessed a flash of herself nude in the dog's mind.

Fox was now bragging about his quarters, him knowing full well that Bill's own quarters were either small or shared with other servicemen. The vixen followed along behind them as she shrugged off the flush to her cheeks.

They were already on Deck 02, so their crew quarters weren't far away. When they reached the doorway Fox thumbed his passcode and let the door swish open before gesturing an invitation for Bill to enter. As the bigger dog stepped through the door, she could feel that Bill was... jealous of his friend's accommodations.

It was a large single room with an attached bathroom. Every crew quarters had its own bathroom, but the one in the Captain's cabin was larger. Though the room was sparsely decorated, it did have a full-size bed, a table with four chairs, a desk with computer access for Fox's work, and a comfortably sized closet space. If you were to step into the bathroom, you'd find a walk-in shower better than what someone would have had in Corneria City! That was her favorite part of the cabin.

As the two men entered the room, Fox turned to walk backwards, bragging that he bet his shower was better than the one on Bill's ship, Krystal spotted on the bed the pile of laundry she'd left there in the morning. Amongst the items were some underwear, and she quietly stepped inside the room and quickly reached the bed to pick up the items with a flush of embarrassment.

She'd forgotten that she hadn't put everything away. Both men noticed with Fox not caring that the clothing was out, but she immediately heard the thoughts in Bill's head. He was quietly questioning why Krystal had her clothing in Fox's room, and then as she walked towards the closet she and Fox now shared, Bill was quickly putting together the pieces.

"Big enough for two of you, eh?" Bill asked Fox. The vixen was still blushing as she entered the closet and sat the pile of items down on an empty spot of shelving. It would have been rude to just stand inside the closet to put everything away, so she left them where they were and exited the closet and shut the door with a press of the button. As the door swished shut Fox was trying to explain their living arrangement in a way that didn't sound like an act of impropriety.

"Well, it don't bother me any. You're just contractors as far as I'm concerned." The other dog laughed, dismissing the big reveal that the Captain of the ship was sleeping with his 'first mate'. Krystal still felt pink in the cheeks with the dog letting his eyes and thoughts drift to her, and his curiosity of what went on back on their full-sized bed when they clocked out for the day.

"I forgot to put away a few things." She said as she returned from the closet, stopping by Fox's side. She hadn't been thinking anything of it when she'd stepped next to Fox, but Bill was already thinking 'that confirms it', just by her natural decision to stand next to him. The other dog was already labeling her in his head as belonging to Fox, and she flushed a bit at how Bill seemed to be both approving of the arrangement, and... she flushed harder. Bits of his memories were flashing in her head, and they involved both men... and other women.

"Doing ok?" Fox asked, noticing her awkwardness.

"Yeah, just wishing I hadn't left my underwear out on the bed." She told a half truth. He smiled, thinking to himself that that would embarrass most teenage girls. He was right! He just didn't know that his friend was also oversharing with his old memories. The memories were far too fragmented for her to decipher, as they must have been very old and Bill wasn't trying to relive the memory moment by moment. It was just bits of recollection, like seconds worth of film being taken at random from a reel.

"Trust me, I've seen worse." Bill laughed, and it suddenly got much easier for her to push aside her blush as more bits of recollection flashed in his mind... of the latrines.

Bill then turned to ask Fox if he still played cards, which he replied that he did. Just about everyone on The Great Fox played poker except for her. She usually just watched or found something else to do once she got bored.

While Fox went to fetch a deck of cards, he was thinking to her, asking if she could excuse herself and grab some glasses and alcohol. She smiled.

"Would you like a drink, Bill? We've got some options in the mess." She spoke up and stepped her way to the door. The dog replied that he'd love to enjoy a drink as his was a dry ship with not a drop of liquor in sight. She asked Fox if he had any preferences, and he told her to grab a bottle of brandy, and in his thoughts, she could see the one he wanted her to grab.

She excused herself, and as she left the room behind her she could 'overhear' the men's conversation. They were talking about her with Bill complimenting his friend about 'what a catch' she was, and she could sense the pride Fox felt, mixed with a little humility as he tried not to sound too boastful. Krystal blushed but felt happy. Being inside his head let her in on his true thoughts and feelings.

He wasn't very good at putting his feelings into words, and that was true even in his head, but the perk of having a power like her own was that sometimes it wasn't the words that mattered, but what he was feeling as he spoke them. The feeling was always the truth no matter what the words were.

Once she reached the mess, she had enough peace around herself that she could listen carefully and feel everyone on the ship. Not much had changed, but Fox and Bill were now animated talking with each other. The longer they spent time with each other the more loosened up they got, and she was happy for them. She pulled out the bottle Fox had thought of, which was an unopened Cornerian brandy. She lifted the bottle up above her head and looked at the ceiling lights through the amber colored fluid as it sloshed around inside the container.

The vixen made a frown at the bottle. Krystal didn't hate alcohol, but before joining the Star Fox Team she'd only tasted alcohol twice. Once was at a new year's party her parent's had hosted where they'd served champagne, and then second was when her colleagues at Research Station Intrepid had celebrated the breaking of ground at their first dig site. All they had was beer, and so she'd drank one can of bitter tasting booze and swore off beer after that.

Now that she was on The Great Fox the men would drink almost once a week to unwind. Peppy had to refrain from drinking due to his health, but Krystal would try and enjoy herself with the boys as best as she could. She just couldn't hold her liquor, which was mostly what the boys drank.

She looked back into the liquor cabinet in the kitchen and found a half empty bottle of whisky she remembered liking and cradled it and the brandy into her arm before finding three glasses. She had no idea if she'd like this new brandy Fox wanted to open so she wanted a backup option for herself.

Once she was back to the room Fox and Bill had already started playing a game, and Bill eyed the twin bottles of liquor pressed against her breast as a double victory. He wore a big smile as the first alcoholic beverages he'd seen in over a year crossed his path to be sat down at the table between him and Fox.

She tried to be a good host and open the new bottle to serve them, but her hands weren't strong enough to break the cap off the bottle. Bill reached out and took it, popping it open with ease before handing it back so she could pour him and Fox a drink each.

"Well, thank you very much." He replied, eying the glass filled with liquor now. Without her psychic powers she might have taken Bill as an alcoholic but being able to read his mind left her understanding that it had been a very long and very difficult year, and he was finally getting to enjoy a vice that civilians often took for granted.

She finished pouring their drinks and Bill took up his glass to admire it before raising it higher like he was making a toast.

"Ma'am." He nodded, with Fox joining him in raising his glass. As both men took their first drink, she poured herself a glass of brandy. Her cheeks were flushed warm again and she'd not even touched the glass to her lips yet. Both men were thinking how good it was to just sit back and play cards while they had a pretty woman serving them drinks. Fox's thoughts were more personal and directed at her, since he knew she could hear everything he was thinking. There was a warmth coming from him that told her he appreciated the extra effort she was putting in.

Bill polished off his glass with a loud smack, the alcohol hitting his system in such a subtle way, but not so subtle she couldn't catch a feel of it in his mind. Hearing people's thoughts as they drank was... interesting. She could listen past a person's drunken ramblings and understand what they were thinking, leaving her to be the only person on the ship that would know what Falco was going on about.

When she drank alcohol, it didn't impair her psychic abilities, which is the opposite of what she'd expected. At first, she drank more heavily thinking it would deaden her ears to everyone else's thoughts, but that wasn't how it worked apparently. All being drunk did for her was impair her judgment, which had nearly blown her cover more than once, but Fox was always there to help salvage a situation if she got to talking too much.

Krystal was a friendly drunk so she'd been told.

She lifted her own glass and gingerly sipped at it. The brandy burned a bit, but it felt smooth on the way down. Fox was now thinking, wanting to know how she liked it.

"It's not bad." She said aloud.

"It's the best thing I've had in far too long." Bill added, the dog regretting in his thoughts that he'd downed it so quickly, because now he had nothing left to savor. She answered his unspoken request by offering him her hand in request for his glass. She poured him a fresh one, and then did the same for Fox.

They thanked her and began to drink their brandy much slower this time while Krystal took a seat between them while they started up a new game. She couldn't see either man's hand but within their thoughts she knew what they both had. She'd never be able to play a card game like this, since she'd always know what everyone had. It wouldn't be fair, but it would also create problems when people started demanding to know how she always knew what people did and didn't have in their hand.

As the men played and drank, they also talked. Krystal was listening to three conversations at once, the first being spoken, and the other two being one-sided as Fox and Bill both flipped through the pages of their memories. They spent a lot of time talking about work, which wasn't at all strange for men who clearly lived as workaholics. Even when they were trying to relax in good company they were thinking about work.

"Fox hasn't told me very much about what it was like in the Academy." She said during a lull in the conversation. Both men were in deep thought about their hands and each other's. Bill immediately had a flash of recollection when she'd asked her question.

The sight of his first space fighter sitting on the tarmac, the plane that would take him into the sky and make a man of him. Her cheeks felt flushed, the memory was so potent that it almost gave her a dose of adrenaline, same as Bill had felt back then as he gripped tight to the helmet in his hands. It had been a powerful moment for the canine.

Fox's thoughts were darker.

She'd wandered enough through his memories now that she knew his father's death haunted him ever since his passing. His days at the academy had started dark, but slowly brightened the closer he came to earning his wings.

"Well, depending on who you ask it was either a living hell or the best time of your life." Bill replied. With little coaxing she was able to draw their conversation towards the Academy, and what they're experiences were.

They continued to play cards, continued to drink, and by the time Krystal finished her one glass she felt very warm and wanted to return to the whisky she knew she liked better. She licked the last drop of brandy from her glass before turning her hand to the whisky bottle to open it, which she did without a man's help.

"You still drink scotch?" Bill asked Fox, who immediately thought 'yes' before replying that he did and followed up by admitting their kitchen had a well-stocked liquor cabinet, which spurred a bit of jealousy in the other canine.

"Lucky son of a bee." Bill replied with a laugh, self-censoring himself because Krystal was seated next to him. She'd heard far worse in her life than the word 'bitch', so she wouldn't have been startled had he said it. People tended to think far worse things than what they'd say out loud.

"I'm known for that." Fox told him back, lifting his glass in a gesture. She could hear in his thoughts the many times he'd been told he was lucky, and for all kinds of reasons.

Bill was thinking that, too, and when he passed his gaze to Krystal for a moment the thought flashed of Fox getting 'lucky' with her came to his mind, and she blushed pink when she caught a glimpse of a nude Fox in his memory. Most of the time when someone imagined someone else naked there was a fuzzy blur cast over much of the person's body. The only parts that came out clear were the parts they'd seen, like their hands and face. Bill's memory of Fox was especially clear from head to toe, and she didn't know why.

"So, how long have you two been a thing?" Bill asked, his thoughts now partially stuck on the two foxes being... paired up. Krystal smiled with embarrassment, which attracted both men's attention.

"Well, he literally swept me off my feet back on Sauria." She answered, thinking back to her broken ribs and the absolutely terror she felt when they were trying to outrun an explosion.

"If you must know," Fox added, "It was my irresistible charm and professional demeanor."

Bill just started laughing, his memories flooded with past moments of Fox sulking and whining during the Academy. Fox wasn't superhuman or immortal, he was a man who had once been a teenager who had once been a boy. She smiled, knowing she was getting treated to more sides of her partner than she'd previously seen.

"When a man saves your life, it does leave quite the impression, and after I joined the Star Fox Team it gave me a lot of time to train as a pilot. Everyone helped me learn, but I was biased towards Fox." She told the dog who nodded along.

"I don't think that would be the first time Fox wooed a lady in a flight simulator." He said and startled cackling when Fox began to frown at him. Both men knew exactly what was being referenced, and she could see a young, but mature, orange vixen with a charismatic smile. Someone named Fara, and it seemed that both men had come to know her quite well...

"Yeah, yeah." Fox was embarrassed now, his own thoughts betraying him as he recalled more than just a midnight tryst with the orange vixen.

Krystal was attached to Fox, she loved him. There were moments where she could feel her heart being more tightly welded to his, moments where he'd cling tightly to her in bed and hold her still, his heart pouring itself out to her in his thoughts where all she had to do was listen and run her fingers through his hair.

Maybe she would have been jealous of this other girl, been hurt by seeing flashes of women in Fox's past, if she were anyone else, but with her powers she'd been given the gift of confidence. She knew who held his heart today, and not who had held it over a decade prior.

"Fox is very handsome. Would you have wooed me if I was in the academy with you?" She teased him. Bill chuckled, and she was beginning to enjoy making Fox blush as he tried to worm his way out from beneath the boulder of embarrassment he was under.

"I don't know, Krystal, you seem like the type that likes being swept off her feet, and he was too scrawny back then to do that." Bill chided. Fox had been a bit skinnier back then, she now knew, but Fox was thinking to himself that he hadn't been that lean.

Bill took another swig of his brandy, letting the drink soak over his tongue as his mind wandered back in time to the girl named Fara, and recalled a moment in the dark where she was pressed against him in bed while they made love. She tried not to hear their voices as she gasped in the dark, but she couldn't help but hear his thoughts, and she took a swallow of her whisky.

As the whisky burned down her throat, she could hear the other vixen cry out Bill's name, then she heard Fox chuckle, but it wasn't Fox in the present but the teenaged pilot-to-be. Bill swallowed his brandy with a smack and looked at Fox again, the dog remembered vividly how they would share whoever Fox was in a relationship with, at least three different women, and Krystal started burning bright pink and took another gulp of the whisky but tried now to drink it down all at once.

She was feeling warm all over from her ear tips down to the end of her tail, and she had a regretful heat burning between her legs she was grateful no one would ever see.

"I do like being swept." She replied, realizing she hadn't said anything.

"And I think I'm about to sweep you, Bill." Fox said, laying his hand down on the table to reveal that he had the better hand. Bill clapped the table in mock outrage, then laid his own hand down, and it wasn't as strong. Fox had won.

"Can a loser get his brandy topped off?" Bill asked of her, and she replied by refilling his glass and sliding it back to him, then Fox tossed the last of his brandy back and asked for whisky, which she obliged.

Fox changed the subject back to work, and got Bill started on matters relating to Sector X again. The three continued to drink until Krystal had reached her limit of three glasses, which was more than she should have drunk. While she sat upright in her chair, she felt so warm and fuzzy from top to bottom, it was a wonderful feeling. A dreamy feeling, but she was still sober enough to keep her thoughts coherent while the men talked of important matters.

Being a friendly drunk like she was, she'd ask questions, and learn a bit more, asking something new, and learning a bit more. She'd remember it all in the morning, since she always did even if the boys all had headaches. Bill was getting drunk now, and Fox wasn't too far behind, but neither seemed to care.

Bill shuffled the deck again and slid the cards over to Krystal and asked her if she knew how to deal. She admitted she knew how to pass out cards but didn't know how to be an actual dealer. Bill suggested the compromise of blackjack, and told her what to do, so she did as told and dealt the cards and the three began to play Black Jack with her as the dealer.

"Shit." Fox grumbled as he lost his third game. Bill was looking smug, sipping at his brandy.

The dog was getting bored, then in his alcohol hazy memory he drew up something from the distant past that made him laugh, and there were quick visions of multiple men all sitting naked around a table covered with alcohol and cards.

"Let's up the stakes!" Bill said loudly and put his cards on the table and slid them over to her with the intention of her shuffling. She took them and Fox's cards and began to awkwardly shuffle them since she wasn't good at it. She was so terrible in fact that Bill leaned up from his seat and took them from her, and despite his inebriation he deftly shuffled the cards, riffling them together and setting them back in her hand.

The men had been drinking, but they weren't that drunk it seemed!

"Oh no." Fox groaned. "You think we get paid enough to bet money on this ship?"

"You're the boss, you set the salaries." Bill shot a smile back.

"Ha ha, we both know the General decides what we all take home." Fox grumbled in reply, topping off his whisky on his own while Krystal picked up the deck and dealt out a card face down to each man, then one to herself face up, revealing the house had a 3 of hearts.

Krystal turned back to Bill and dealt him a card, then one more to Fox so each had two cards to her one.

Fox lifted his cards to check them, his poker face holding strong, but now she knew he had a Jack of spades and a 9 of hearts. Bill didn't check his cards, but he wasn't worried about whatever Fox had.

"Remember when we used to bet our clothes?" He said with a smile, beginning to laugh from old memories of embarrassing each other between rounds of beer as they played each other naked, because none of them had any money to spend.

Fox quickly remembered those same moments with embarrassment, letting out a big sigh that signaled to the other dog that he did remember.

"Let's do that!" He said energetically, both amused by himself and by Fox's reaction.

Fox pointed to Krystal.

"So, she'd seen you naked plenty before, I bet!" He said, the drink in his belly freeing up his language and chipping away at his modesty. She blushed.

Fox protested, proclaiming that it would be very immature of them to play strip poker, before Bill interrupted him by pointing out they were now playing blackjack, and Fox coming back with the point that they should at least attempt to be professional in front of a lady, him referring to Krystal. Fox was protesting on her behalf, since even Fox found the idea amusing with how much fun the old days had been even when he would lose all his clothes to his bunk mates in the Academy. The friendly hazing the boys put each other through built a lot of memories the two men were recalling fondly with laughs.

"I don't mind." Krystal replied, knowing Fox would win this round as soon as Bill checked his own cards. He couldn't be so lucky as to beat a 19. She didn't know how to play poker, but blackjack was easy.

"Krystal! You're encouraging him!" He replied, but he had a smile, and she smiled back.

"I think you'll win, and Mr. Grey will be very embarrassed." She said with a smile, knowing her partner had a good hand, then turned to look at the dog to her left.

"See, you've got a cheerleader on your side now, how could you lose?" Bill replied and lifted up his cards. Krystal frowned. He had a king and a queen of diamonds. Bill cracked a smile, breaking his poker face for the briefest of moments.

"Ok, you're on, fine. Krystal, let's get started." Fox told her and nodded to her to play her part as dealer. She sighed. She dealt her second card face down. Whatever she had would be too low to beat either man, and she'd be forced to deal herself another card, and with that she might bust. The two men looked at each other, both feeling very confident that they had nothing to lose.

"Stand." Bill declared, then Fox narrowed his gaze, feeling some concern about the quality of his friend's hand if he wasn't asking for a hit. He replied with the same.

"Stand."

Krystal flipped her card revealing it was a 6 of hearts. Both men smiled with Fox quick to show his hand, boasting his 19. Bill turned his over with a broad grin and Fox slapped the table.

"Seriously?" He asked and picked up his glass to chase his lose down with a swallow of liquor.

"Yep. Pay up!" Bill told him and leaned back in his chair with a victorious swagger.

Krystal was technically supposed to deal more cards to herself, but the boys didn't seem to care much for the letter of the law with this game between friends. She gathered everyone's cards and tried shuffling them back into the deck as best as she could, then started dealing them out again the same as she had before.

Fox reached low and removed a boot before tossing it aside into the middle of the room.

"Ah, ah! Boots, socks, and gloves all count as a pair, remember?" Bill reminded him, and Fox leaned back down to remove his other boot before tossing it next to his other one.

By those rules Krystal knew how many times Fox could lose before ending up naked, which was six. If he was wearing his usual ensemble, then he would have been wearing his boots, socks, pants, his belt, vest, jacket, and his scarf today. And his boxers, of course. She looked at Bill and couldn't find anything in his thoughts about his outfit, since he was too confident to worry about it right now.

Judging by the style of his uniform he had his jacket, a shirt under it, his pants and belt, probably socks under his boots, and whatever he wore for underwear. So, Fox is starting with one extra item, which put the game slightly in his favor, and she smiled.

The minutes passed with Krystal dealing cards and the men each losing article after article of clothing. In the beginning Fox had continued his losing streak with him tossing his socks and jacket onto the floor before finally winning a hand himself. Bill removed his boots, getting cocky and boastful that he'd win his next hand, only to lose again. He tossed his socks.

Neither man ever stopped drinking, but they were now sipping at what was left in their glasses as Krystal continued to feel the warmth of her own drinks in her belly, the heat radiating out through her body in a pleasant way. She turned over her second card, revealing a Queen of Clubs, which marked the first time she'd won a game! Her first card had been a King!

Both men removed an item, which left Bill and Fox both removing their belts.

Then Fox lost again, untying his scarf before hanging it over the back of his chair, which was quickly joined by his vest as he lost his next round as well. He was left sitting in his chair shirtless and grumpy as he stared at his newest hand, having not found the courage to check what he had yet.

"I'm sure you'll win this one." She encouraged him before dealing herself her second card. She had a 4 of hearts, so her hand was weak, since even if she had a face card that'd only get her 14 and she'd have to deal herself another card.

"Mhm." He replied with pessimism.

Bill checked his cards, and even though he hid his frown well she knew his hand amounted to only five. He tapped the table for a hit, and she dealt him a card, which was a three. He tapped the table again and she dealt him another card, which was a four. He exhaled hard, and in his head, he was debating on if he should hit again.

Meanwhile, Fox finally checked his own cards, and saw he had a Jack and a 9 of hearts. The left side of his mouth curled into a grin, which Bill noticed. He knew Fox must have something good and was probably going to win. He tapped the table in a gamble. She dealt him another three. Getting frustrated now, he gave up, tapped the table. She dealt him a seven and he busted. Fox turned over his cards to reveal his 19 with a big smile.

Bill pulled off his jacket and hung it on the back of his chair, and Krystal began to collect the cards to shuffle the deck once again.

Krystal was enjoying this, as the men slowly were stripped bare. She both wanted Fox to win and lose, a strong feeling of conflict brewing in her spirit. He was too handsome to not look at without his clothes on, she wasn't ashamed to admit that. But the vixen always wanted to boast that her man had defeated his opponent!

But if Fox did win, she'd see Bill naked, and that left her feeling flustered as she started dealing out the cards again. Bill had a terrible hand, and Fox had a stroke of luck with two face cards which left him beaming. Bill was frustrated, knowing Fox had something good and polished off the last of his brandy with a smack.

Same as before Bill asked for a hit, and then another. He busted twice in a row now, leaving him to pull off his shirt. Now the boys were both down to their pants and underwear while Krystal sat blushing between them, their chests both exposed to reveal their fit bodies to a girl still not even twenty yet.

They started another game, and Bill lost said game with Fox feeling proud of his great luck. The dog, frustrated now, stood up and started undoing his pants in clear view of the pair of foxes. Krystal tried not to stare, but her eyes betrayed her as his pants dropped with Bill lifting them up to toss over the back of the chair.

His legs looked fantastic, and his choice of underwear did not leave too much to the imagination, the boxer briefs hugging snugly to him. To her right-side Fox sat, watching Bill, as well. There was a quiet thread running in his mind of 'show off'. When Fox noticed she was staring at Bill she looked away and down at the deck of cards and started gathering them back up for a clean shuffle.

I don't care.

Fox's thoughts hit her, he knew she was looking, but was letting her know he wasn't bothered. He really didn't feel bothered, and she felt herself blush hotter. She couldn't feel any jealousy in him. Krystal passed him a glance, but he didn't say anything.

"This isn't even fair, you know?" Bill said, his thoughts betraying him. He was doing the mental arithmetic of the clothing they'd stripped off and knew Fox had started with an advantage.

"How?" Fox said, not even realizing he had that advantage to start with.

"You started with one extra piece!"

"You could see what I was wearing when you asked to bet clothing!" Fox laughed, his amusement bleeding into Krystal as she read his thoughts and felt his laughter inside and out. Bill leaned back in his chair, grumbling and salty.

Krystal finished shuffling the cards but hesitated for a moment before dealing them.

"It is a bit unfair." She admitted out loud.

Fox took his turn to lean back in his chair, already thinking to himself that he was going to be made to sacrifice his pants in the name of fairness. Krystal's thoughts turned back to the orange vixen, and how... she'd been shared, and her heart was racing. Her hands were almost trembling as she slid the first card away from the deck but stopped it halfway with Bill noticing she was hesitating, but said nothing.

She started blushing harder, wondering if anything like that would happen tonight. Is that something Fox would allow? Is that something she would allow! She dealt Bill his card, then one to Fox, and one to herself. The card she dealt to herself was a two. Terrible. She dealt Bill and Fox each their second card, and they both checked their hands. Their cards were different, but both hands added up to eighteen.

Bill was pleased, but still felt like sulking. Fox was even more pleased since he thought he was about to clean house. Both men told her they were going to stand.

"Let me actually deal my cards this time, boys." She said, Bill and Fox agreed, turning their cards over only to get pissed off that they were evenly matched.

With a smile Krystal turned over her second card, a five. Now she had seven.

She dealt herself a card, which was four. Eleven now.

The last card she dealt herself was a queen. The house had won!

"Oh, come on! I'm being tag teamed here!" Bill laughed loudly, and Krystal couldn't shake the mental image of the orange vixen getting tag teamed by the two men sitting to her either side. It was so overpowering; she couldn't get it out of her head!

"You lost, buddy, fair and square." Fox replied. Bill was about to stand up to strip off his underwear.

"I have a suggestion." She spoke up, her cheeks burning bright hot as she strung her suggestion together in her head, not even believing she was even considering it! It must be the alcohol, and the fact she had two handsome men sitting next to her. She wasn't just swimming in her own thoughts, but theirs. From the moment she'd been alone with the two of them she'd been intimately connected to their thoughts, their memories.

The two men were curious now, but weren't about to speak, since they were waiting on her. She passed a glance at Fox, who obviously couldn't read her mind.

"It is unfair that Fox had one extra piece of clothing." She started, sounding nervous. Krystal could hear it in her own voice. She licked her lips quickly, leaning forward to snatch up the men's cards and drew them back into the deck. She began to shuffle them again.

"I think that I could..." She stopped; the vixen needed to gather the courage to say something so bold!

"What?" Fox asked, his curiosity genuinely piqued as he tried to figure out what she was getting at.

"I could let you both keep playing, and when you run out of clothing... I can take off something of mine. Until I run out." She told them.

Both men said nothing, but both were thinking quickly. The energy between them was fast and almost confused, with Bill debating on whether she was joking or not. Fox was watching her intently, and she looked at him and nodded. He leaned back in his seat, thinking to himself, and to her, if she was sure. She nodded again. Bill was watching them both and not wanting to say anything, but in his mind, she knew he was very much ok with this if she and Fox were.

The orange vixen in particular came back to mind, the dog recalling a time when he and Fox had shared her. Krystal felt flushed again, nervous, then Bill imagined her in Fara's place. A blue vixen smashed between two hard masculine bodies. She swallowed.

"I don't mind." She said, breaking the silence. Bill was still refusing to say anything, and was now looking to Fox, silently asking for permission, since this was 'his' woman, after all. Fox looked to Bill then back to her and shrugged his shoulders before smiling.

"If that's what you want to do, I wouldn't mind seeing you naked again." Fox replied boldly, making her shiver briefly as his thought wandered to what she looked like nude.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you naked, period." Bill laughed, retaking his seat.

As Krystal blushed, she dealt the men their next hand, and both canines checked their cards while she dealt herself her second card.

"You didn't strip." She reminded both men.

Bill smiled, told her she was right, and stood up. She hadn't felt this shy since her first time with Fox, and she could hardly contain her own tiny smile as the canine dropped his underwear. She felt red as a beat as Bill paused for a moment, letting her look, before he took his seat again. Fox was again thinking to himself, 'show off'. Bill's... package looked larger than Fox's.

Once Bill was done Fox took off his pants, since he'd lost to the house same as Bill had.

And after that no one really cared who won and lost. What mattered was getting the vixen to bare her all. With each round she dealt the men she lost items of clothing, and that only accelerated once Fox lost the last of his outfit.

She was surrounded by naked men!

Krystal didn't have her jacket on anymore, or her scarf! She'd lost her boots, and her socks! Her heart pounded harder and harder in her chest as the two men watched her more than they did their own cards. When Fox lost the next round, she undid her belt and sat it on the table across from her.

Then Bill took a loss, and she unzipped the front of her vest, going slowly, but not to tease. She was about to expose herself to a man she'd hardly known longer than a day, but even still... Krystal had wandered around inside his head for long enough today that it felt like she'd known him much longer than that. The zipper reached the bottom, and she shrugged the article off her shoulders.

She stood up and hung the vest behind her on the chair. The men, and especially Bill, were admiring what she looked like in a tight white sports bra. When she sat back down the men were pleased and smiling. She was still so nervous!

"Do you mind if I have another sip?" She asked aloud, looking at the bottle of whisky.

"You think you need it?" Fox asked, a wry smile on his lips.

"Never done this before." She admitted.

Fox stood up from his chair and stepped around the table, his hand gliding over the tabletop to find the bottle of whisky. He leaned over her shoulder, his nose finding a spot on the top of her head as he lifted the bottle and poured fresh liquor into her empty glass. He kissed her. In his thoughts he was asking if she was sure she wanted to go further. When he pulled back, she smiled up at him, then lifted her hand to catch his chin.

"Put that where it's supposed to go." She replied and stuck her lips out slightly for a kiss. Fox took her up on the invitation and leaned back down to kiss her.

"I'd tell you two to get a room, but we're already here." Bill chuckled. She was flushed pink again as Fox pulled away.

"You're welcome to cut your losses and leave, you know?" Fox told his friend as he sat back down, Krystal followed her man with her eyes until she could no longer see his fuzzy orange package. Her younger self, just a year prior, would have never thought she'd be sitting half naked at a table with two of Lylat's heroes, let alone just the famed Fox McCloud!

"Ah, but I think I have about... three things left to lose. That about right, Krystal?" Bill asked her. She nodded that he was correct, and she noted that his instincts were telling him to call her some kind of pet name, something he often used in bed with women. He was holding back.

She picked up her glass and took a sip, savoring the flavor and the warmth the liquor gave her. Once she'd swallowed, she shuffled the cards and started dealing them again. With the next loss she stood up, scooting the chair back from the table before removing her pants. She draped them over the back of her chair, but gently pulled the scarf Peppy had given her out from under her vest and carefully laid it over her pants.

The scarf was now one of her most prized possessions. She turned back around, knowing full well the men were admiring the curve of her hips and her shapely rear. The two hungry canines watched her as she stood at the table now and began to deal another round of hands. She didn't even both shuffling the deck this time, as no one really cared how the game was being played, only that it ended with her panties falling around her ankles.

When she dealt their next hands, she felt an impatience growing inside her. She could feel how wet she was becoming between her legs, and so she put the men's cards down face up.

Bill had a winning hand, but he tapped the table to hit. She looked again at his hand; saw he had a seventeen sitting there. He tapped the table again when she looked up at his face. She dealt him a seven, busting his hand. He smiled at her, and then she smiled back as she looked down at her tightly clad chest.

She lifted a hand and pulled at one side of the bra while lifting the other to slip her hand into the hole. The first arm snaked down and under the fabric as she wiggled the bra up enough to pull one side over her head and shoulder. Her breasts dropped free of the bra, the vixen shaking the item down her arm to catch it in her hand before turning towards her chair to lay it across the rest of her clothing.

Krystal felt nothing but admiration and lust from both men as they eyed her young perky breasts. She picked up the deck again, sliding the cards she'd dealt herself before aside. Once she dealt everyone a fresh hand Fox was sitting pretty with a pair of face cards to Bill's combined total of eight. Her own hand was only valued at twelve.

"I did say the game was unfair." Bill chuckled at Fox's victory.

"I didn't say it wasn't." Fox replied. Both men were focused only on her though. She stepped back from the table, scooting the chair back another six inches before she bent down to catch the sides of her panties with her thumbs. She pulled them down, the fabric almost peeling from her mound from how wet she'd gotten over the past hour.

Down they went until they were around her ankles. She stood up, the men staring at her pussy as she lifted one foot out of her underwear before using the other to lift the panties off the floor so she could grab them. She turned, laid them across her bra, then turned again to face the boys.

"What do I get as a prize for winning?" Fox asked her, the man feeling smug as he admired the gorgeous blue vixen. She thought about what prize could be better than seeing her naked, and despite standing nude in front of two men she had enough modesty left over to think of something chaste that would work as a reward.

She stepped over to Fox and leaned over him and gave him another kiss, sticking her tongue into his mouth, which prompted him to return the favor. His hand glided to her backside, and she felt him squeeze her cheek. Her tail swished behind her happily as she let their kiss linger until she finally broke it.

Fox didn't remove his hand. His lust and victor's ego were filling his head with all sorts of dirty things he'd love to do to her right now. Not only were his thoughts betraying just how aroused he was, but the pink tip of his cock poking out of the end of his sheath was proving it as well.

"How was that?" She asked him.

"Perfect." He replied. Lust and arousal might have soaked his brain until it was dripping with excess, but there was still a passionate affection there, too. She felt warmer and warmer under his gaze, and she was suddenly at a loss as to what she should do next, being so... on display for two men.

"Do I get a consolation prize at least?" Bill chided them both.

"Getting to see me naked isn't enough?" She chided him back, prompting the dog to shrug his shoulders in defeat.

"I guess I am feeling a bit greedy." He told her, and she could feel how aroused he was, too. He was soaked to the bone with need, and every bit of it was directed at her. With two men aiming all their potent and unfulfilled lust at her... it was more intoxicating than the whisky! She stepped back towards her chair, leaving Fox's hand behind as he let go of her taut rump. She picked up her glass and took a drink.

She wasn't feeling coy, she wanted to feel more of this admiration, more of the lust, their need. She wanted these men to think more about her! Her drink turned into a gulp as she let the entire glass tip down the back of her throat, her weight rocking all to one leg, her free hand rising to her stomach.

A primal instinct instructed her, moving her hand up from body, her fingers tracing the subtle curves of her stomach until she caught one breasts in her hand before running her fingers across her nipples. She finished her glass, gasping for air as she swallowed it down.

She sat the glass down and stepped towards Bill, the vixen feeling the intensity of his heartbeat through his own thoughts as his legs began to quickly tap the floor with his heel. He was holding back so much energy just trying to sit still as she leaned over him. She caught his chin in her hand and tilted his head away from her before she planted a kiss on his cheek.

She didn't hide it when she pulled away and let her eyes wander down to his crotch where an even bigger pink tip was jutting out from the opening of his plump sheath. She felt no shame on Fox's behalf, as her partner knew he was a handsome man, too. Even if Bill was larger, she still admired everything about Corneria's greatest hero.

"How was that?" She asked him.

"Pretty nice." He replied as he tilted his head back towards hers, their noses coming close to touching, but she drew herself upright too quick for him to complete the kiss he wanted to plant on her lips. He was so pent up, riled up, his one leg still tapping quietly under the table with unspent energy.

"Would you both like another drink?" She asked them, and they both said they did. So, she took their empty glasses and poured them both the last of the whisky. She was going to be trapped in this bedroom with two very horny, and very drunk men, and her heart was trying to run a marathon out of her chest! She'd never felt so... so... alive! Her tail was swishing behind her as she slid their glasses back to them. They each lifted their glasses and Bill suggested they make a toast to the lovely vixen. Fox agreed, then both men tipped their glasses back and downed their alcohol in one go.

Fox slapped his glass to the table, then stood up. His cock was swelling out of his sheath, and she froze still as he stepped around behind her. His tip was prodding her backside as his chin came to rest over her shoulder.

"I love you." He whispered into her ear, nipping just at the edge of her tender flesh, making her shiver. He didn't need to say it, he could have just thought it and she'd have known, but he said it anyway. She turned her head toward his, and his lips caught her on the cheek.

Do you want us to fuck you? Fox thought, his hands coming to rest over her shoulders and giving her a squeeze. Bill pushed at the floor, scooting his chair back several inches as he leaned back in his seat, one hand holding tight to his now empty glass, and the other hiding out of view below the table, but she knew he was fondling himself, groping at his sheath to coax himself to a quick erection. Both men were ready to fuck her, to do all the things they used to do to a woman when they shared her.

She started panting, she couldn't stop it! Krystal was shivering in front of Fox, energy dancing across her skin, making her fur tingle on end until she couldn't contain it any longer. She gasped, a quiet noise, but loud enough for both men to hear. Their lust was furiously buzzing inside them, searching for an outlet, and that outlet would be the gorgeous blue vixen standing bare before them!

"Please." She begged with a whisper. Bill stood.

She watched him as Fox's hands slid down her arms to grab her wrists.

The two men were thinking almost as one, their memories of the same event in the distant past coming to the fore of their minds, but instead of seeing the orange vixen they saw her. Fox pulled her arms up over her head and kept them there while Bill grabbed her around her middle, his touch lighting her up, making her gasp. She squirmed in both men's grip.

The dog twisted her around to face him, Fox still behind her, trapping the vixen between them with her arms bound by her partner's grip.

"We used to play a game." Bill said, and she already knew what the game was, her knees clamping together as she struggled to keep her legs from buckling. She was panting quickly now, shivering as the bigger dog knelt in front of her so that his face was so dangerously close to her sodden mound. She could feel his breath over her petals!

Fox thought to speak next, and she trembled in his grip, hearing his words twice as he prepared to say them aloud.

"The rule was that if he can make you cum faster than I could, then he gets to sleep with you." He whispered into her ear. She shuddered against his chest, the overwhelming feel of his lust made him feel like a predator, a creature on the hunt and she was now caught in his trap. Krystal pried her knees apart, offering herself up to the two men who were only barely containing their primal urges.

"Rule change, Fox. How about I just get her off, then I get to fuck her." Bill suggested, and she shuddered again, the big dog's thoughts of what he would do to her crashing over her in waves, undoing every last strand of inhibition she might have had left.

"Krystal?" Fox asked her, nipping her neck with his teeth.

"Please!" She begged them, squirming harder in his grip, her pussy dripping to the floor.

Bill grabbed the inside of her thigh and ran his hand up her leg until his fingers found damp fur. He didn't stop, and then she had a man she'd never slept with touch her bare crotch. She gasped loudly, knees buckling together as he shoved two fingers inside her, his lips coming to rest over her clit.

Fox held her still as she squirmed. She looked down, watched the dog plant kisses on her lips as he fingered her, her partner's cock jabbing at her backside. Both men were ready, but patient, they were going to torture her like this, torment her with their combined lust, teasing and playing with her until she was left begging for them.

Bill pulled his fingers free, then stood. His cock looked enormous, and he caught her chin in his dry hand and lifted it, so she was forced to look him in the eyes. With his wet hand he shoved his fingers into her mouth, and she tasted herself. She suckled his fingers until he removed them, his digits now clean of every drop her pussy had spilled over them.

"Table." He told her, and she saw what he wanted of her.

She moved as he moved, Fox freeing her wrists as she turned to sit on the table, Bill shoving aside the cards and empty glasses, sending them across the tabletop. As soon as her ass met the table he shoved her onto her back, she gasped, he was on top of her. His lips found her nipple while Fox stepped around the table to place his hands on the edge, leaning forward to watch as his old friend went to work on his woman.

She writhed under him as he nursed from her dry nipple, the hand that had fingered her moved south and fingered her again. His other hand slapped the table a few times searching for a glass, found one, then rose up from her breast. He sat the glass down upright with a clack, then reached for the brandy. He poured himself a sloppy glass and sat the bottle down.

He picked the glass up and held it over her stomach, then poured it out into her navel until there was a warm pool resting over her stomach, the excess dripping down her sides. He leaned down and slurped up the brandy until he was burying his nose into the damp fur of her belly, licking through her fur to taste every drop of brandy that was left.

When he was done, he dropped to his knees, and shoved her legs apart with Fox grabbing one of her ankles and lifting her leg up. Bill licked his chops, Krystal not even able to read a coherent thought in the man that was now a hungry beast. All she felt from him was unfiltered desire, just like when Fox whenever he'd make love to her.

The more intense his need, the more feral his mind was, like making love to a wild creature. Raw, primal, dangerous! Fox would mount her with those feelings swirling in him, and she'd feel alive like she was fighting for her life, and yet in his arms she felt safe. Fox was her beast, chained to her tightly by his affection, and now Bill was a second beast, laying claim to her pussy as his lips touched hers, the dog tasting her for the first time, drawing his tongue across her lips.

She moaned and Fox listened, his lust singing in his ears as he burned with equal desire, patiently waiting for his turn to take her.

It was too much, she felt her body seizing up, her eyelids fluttering right before her climax hit her. As she shook upon the table Fox grabbed her tighter, holding her down as she squirmed and gasped and writhed. Bill came up for air, licking his chops again, his body suddenly looming over hers.

Bill grabbed her by the hair at the top of her head, holding her head still while he lined himself up. He wanted her to look in his eyes, he wanted to watch her face as he-

She nearly shouted, his cock slipping inside her, his girth stretching her taut. He felt so big! He was big! Fox watching them, watching his friend's cock pry her body open, admiring how her petals looked as they were stretched apart by his friend's girth. Bill was in heaven, a low growl of satisfaction rumbling out of his throat as he narrowed his eyes down at her face, his mind split between the tight sensation of her body wrapped tightly around his and the look of bliss etched onto her face.

How could she not feel so incredible with both of them with her, aiming all their lust at her like she was a target to be shot at the range? Fox didn't even need to participate with his eyes and thoughts scoring bullseyes just as solidly as Bill's cock had found her tunnel.

"She's tight!" The dog chuckled, looking down at where their bodies met, then back up at her. "You doing ok?"

He growled down at her while she nodded, her body squirming as the hand on her head never softened its grip.

"She's tough. Don't need to worry about hurting her." Fox told him, the memories of all the times he'd claimed her coming to his mind, and she shuddered. They were going to do so much to her and more!

Bill grabbed her arms and drew them up above his head, the men acting silently alongside the other with their thoughts shockingly in sync with each other. Her partner took her hands from the dog's and stepped around to the opposite side of the table, holding them down while Bill slid his hips back.

The big dog started fucking her, cramming his length deep into her body while she squirmed and thrashed under him, her back arching as she was forced to take the canine's dick. She was being used by another man while her partner watched and helped him! She howled out between them, her pussy clamping down, the big dog chuckling between his growls.

He held onto her hips, anchored himself, sank himself in so harshly that he had to keep tugging her hips back towards his end of the table. She could feel everything! His cock buried inside her, what he felt as her tunnel gripped him tight, Fox's excitement, both men's lust! She howled again, Fox then leaned over her, his head appearing in her vision before his lips found hers. They kissed, Bill staring at her tits as they shook across her chest with his every thrust, his knot colliding steadily with her entrance.

Fox broke the kiss, looking up at his friend, Krystal hearing his question before he could say aloud.

"Jealous?" Meaning if Bill was jealous that Fox had her each and every day of his life.

"You bet!" The dog was impatient to sink his knot inside her, to dump his balls in her and leave her dripping with his seed, but he was a man of willpower and would wait. Neither man intended to cum too quickly tonight, and she moaned loudly, her toes curling.

"When they cut you more time for R&R we'll have to see if we can swing by." Fox said with a lick of his lips, his cock aching to feel her, any part of her, he was so turned on he didn't care which hole of hers he took and that forced a bright flush of pink her cheeks, leaving her squirming even harder under.

The men now openly spoke of her, plotting their next get together, discussing how they could cut to the chase and take turns with her, claiming her as their own one man at a time until they were all exhausted and limp from their exertion.

She screamed, but not from fright, but from another orgasm, so powerful and sharp it took her by surprise. She wrapped her legs around Bill and clung to him tightly, the dog slamming his cock in her one more time before stopping, letting his hips rock and grind against hers while his knot rubbed tightly against her clit.

Krystal was a mess, tears streamed down her face as her body vibrated and shook, both men holding her still as she rode out her climax. She was left panting, chest heaving, gasping for air.

"You cum like a freight train hopping off its tracks!" He laughed over her, his lust mixed tightly with the potent admiration of her body, and a strong measure of pride from having been the man that had popped her cork that hard.

"She gets like that if she's in the right mood." Fox agreed, the fox knowing full well that she was reading the minds of two horny and predatory males who wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out.

Bill grabbed her legs and pried them off while stepping back. His cock slipped from her, a copious glob of precum spilled from her splayed cunt, splattering the floor. Fox reached over her, taking her by the armpits and sliding her closer to his end of the table until her head slipped off the edge, hanging backwards with Fox's cock now poking her in the cheek.

She already knew what he wanted, and she opened wide, her man reaching under her head to take a handful of her hair. He crammed his dick in her mouth, and she swallowed around him, feeling his length pressed firmly across her tongue until it reached the back of her throat. He placed his free hand on one of her tits and started thrusting.

Krystal had given him oral so many times that it was second nature, even if this was the first time she'd done it upside down. Fox loved oral, he loved the feel of her tongue across his shaft, the sensation of having someone massage his nuts while she pleasured him.

She couldn't reach his nuts from here, but she could touch him, her hands finding her stomach, her fingers exploring his abdominals while he panted over her, his eyes staring at the spot in the front of her throat that kept expanding as he hilted her with every thrust, her narrow throat hugging his dick as tightly as her cunt would have.

The vixen gagged even though she'd learned months ago who to swallow his dick without making a noise. She did it on purpose, giving Fox the noise, he needed to feel even greater pleasure.

Bill was bored just watching, so he leaned over his side of the table, and she spread her legs for him before he could do it for her, his mouth finding her cunt again, the dog diving in to dine on the vixen. She could taste herself through his thoughts, could notice that Bill didn't care that he was getting a mouthful of his own flavor.

She felt Fox's cock jump inside her mouth, her feeling the sensation of something running down her throat. He pulled himself free, a rope of slick clear fluid connecting her lips to his dick before it snapped. Fox knelt in front of her, the vixen grabbed his head and clinging to his ears as he kissed her again. The longer they kissed the more Bill ate at the other end of the table, feasting ravenously on her folds until she came again, her moans rumbling through her partner's mouth.

They broke free of each other, the girl's body shivering quietly as Bill came up for air, audibly licking his chops.

"You done over there?" Bill asked, prompting Fox to ask back if the dog was feeling impatient.

To answer him Bill grabbed Krystal by her waist and slid her back across to his side of the table before lifting her up and tossing her over his shoulder. She offered no resistance as she was carried to the bed and didn't complain when Bill tossed her down onto the bed, the vixen landing on her back with a thud before finding the dog was already crawling on top of her.

Fox joined them, sitting on the edge of the bed while he watched Bill press his lips to his woman's, a powerful kiss that left her shivering from head to toe.

He was already thinking of what he wanted to do to her next, her body twisting around before his hands could even take her by the sides. Krystal rolled onto her belly, began lifting her ass, hearing Bill's thoughts as he was glad she knew exactly what he wanted, thinking it must have been her instinct to throw her tail up over her back the second she hit the bed.

She threw her tail up over her back and pressed her chest to the bed while the dog mounted her from behind, his fist wrapping around the base of her tail, his other hand landing on the back of her head and holding her down.

Her pussy clenched around his length, milking him, and he started jackhammering into her, the tugging and pulling at her hair and tail proved to be an explosive combination of pleasure and pain she didn't think was possible while Bill could only think that Fox hadn't been lying. She was tough, and that he didn't have to worry about hurting her.

So, he didn't worry. He just fucked her, fucked her so hard and deep she was grunting and howling into the mattress, screaming each time his knot slapped another climax out of her when it crashed against her lips, mashing against her clit. He growled and snarled over her, feral, bestial.

Krystal was almost senseless, her brain only just barely capable of keeping up with the pleasure ricocheting through her brain while filthy, dirty ideas sang loud and clear in Bill and Fox's minds as they devoured her inside and out with their thoughts.

She was drunk on so much alcohol and lust she couldn't hold herself back. Krystal had just been a ragdoll up until now, but with her ass in the air, a powerful man mounting her from behind, she threw herself into it. The vixen shoved her ass backwards to meet Bill's thrusts, knowing exactly when he was going to thrust, knowing exactly how much power he was putting into it. She met him expertly with each impact, the noise of their hips slapping together like music as she grunted, started pleading with him.

"Pluh-Ease!" She begged him almost like she was sobbing, her voice wavering, her fingernails digging into the bedcovers while her toes stretched and curled reflexively.

Fox crawled onto the bed, drawing his head next to hers and finding one of her ears.

"Beg him for it." He told her, his thoughts scorching hot against her mind as he radiated his desire at her, wanting her to beg the bigger dog to knot her, to claim her, to own her cunt like it was his. She wailed, singing out her desire as desperately as she could.

"Plee-Ease! Knot me-EE!" She started squealing as another powerful climax hit her, Fox was imagining what it would feel like to cram himself inside her asshole, a tunnel of hers he'd yet to take, a hole that no one had ever claimed before! She clenched down around Bill even harder, knowing he was going to knot her now! He was going to make her his bitch!

Bill jerked her upright, hauling her from the bed, zipping her head past Fox's. Her back slapped against Bill's chest before he yanked himself from her cunt and spun her around so fast she couldn't keep up with his thoughts, his thinking no longer the conscious thoughts of a man in charge, but an animal obeying its instincts.

He shoved her to the bed, chased her down to settle his jaws into a love bite over her left shoulder, cramming his dick back inside her until his knot was squelching against her entrance. He snarled, shoved his hips against her, and she reached around to grab his backside, clamping her hands down on his ass until her fingertips dug through his fur to find purchase in the skin beneath.

The dog started fucking her, owning her body, leaning over her smaller frame, his teeth digging through her fur no differently than her fingers dug through his. With every thrust he opened her wider, and wider still, his bulbous knot leaving her petals stretched taut, her pink flesh turning white.

When he sank inside her with a pop she went rigid, her mouth falling agape. It was like she'd been given a second chance to experience her first tie. She'd felt this way when Fox had crammed himself inside her that very first time, owning her in a moment of intense passion, but now she was having that same exact experience, reliving that ecstasy in the real world and not her imagination.

Bill snarled into her shoulder but freed her from his love bite with a grunt. His cock was pressed so deeply inside her that she could feel his tip pushing at the back of her navel, leaving her feeling dangerously full! The dog didn't cum, his heavy balls were hiked all the way up to his body, rigid as she was, dancing along the hair's width edge of orgasm, but he didn't want to cum yet.

With another grunt he wrapped her in his arms and rolled them over until she was on top of him, Bill groaning as he clenched his jaws to fight back the desire to unload everything he had inside of his new bitch. Fox was quickly moving behind her, Krystal again flipping her tail up across her back out of instinct.

Fox was going to mount her, he was thinking so hard about taking her backdoor, she started shuddering, and finally came again just as she felt his nose press up behind her tail. His hands spread her cheeks apart, his lips kissing her asshole. She gasped, pushing against Bill's chest and sitting herself upright.

She began to flush furious and hot as the man behind her, her partner, began to knowingly prep her asshole to be penetrated. As he made sure she was good and lubed for his cock she shuddered again, felt Bill's cock jump inside her body, making the bulge in her taut stomach flex quietly as he deposited a rope of angry precum inside her.

All both men could think of was to cum inside her, to fill her with their seed, and Fox's need was so intense, he'd been so patient up until now! He stood up, crawling behind her while she could hear him licking his lips. She was obedient, leaned forward and offered herself to him, and let him press his dick against her tight entrance.

As he sank inside her he kept thinking the words 'loosen up', 'relax', 'take it' and she obeyed, panting so quickly she was feeling lightheaded as he speared up her backside, stretching her virgin hole open with his handsome girth.

When his knot finally touched the taut skin off her asshole she was defeated, drool running down her skin while she rapidly breathed, her chest rising and falling quickly, but not quick enough to keep her eyes from fluttering. She felt so lightheaded, drunk on the booze, drunk on the sensation bombarding her senses from two feral lovers driving their cocks home inside her.

Fox began to fuck her, both men shuddering and growling at the feel of another man's cock sliding across his own with only a thin barrier of vixen flesh keeping them separate. Krystal could feel everything! Their cocks inside her, stretching her, holding her open, but also the double ecstasy of the men feeling their own pleasure maxing out to a fiery climax, a rare sensation that could only be felt when two men took a bitch at the same time.

Bill snarled, clenching his teeth painfully as he bit back his orgasm, trying to hold out while Fox battered her ass with his hips, trying to force his way inside with his labored breathing brushing across her hair and neck behind her. He shoved her flat to Bill, their chests connecting, the big dog wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tight to hold her in place while Fox hunched himself over her, vigorously plowing her while she lost her mind, drooling all over the dog's chest.

Every new thrust brought Fox closer to sinking everything inside her, and she couldn't stop cumming. Nothing could stop the roiling explosion of pleasure echoing inside her head! She couldn't have calmed down even if she wanted to, this wasn't going to end until the men both finished. They all would cum or none of them would!

With one last grunt, Fox lunged forward, his knot stretching her open to her limit. It would have been painful had it not been for the enormous pleasure that blotted it out of her mind and replaced it with the feeling of two knots crammed inside her, pressing tight against her gspot.

She screamed, wailed, and thrashed as Fox and Bill both gripped her tighter, thrusting in short bursts inside her tight little body until they both allowed themselves to reach their peaks. When they came, she saw more than stars, blinding flashes of white and yellow light that erased the universe around her. All she could see was ecstasy in its purest most unfiltered form. As the two men did their duty, their cocks pumping roughly within her, filling her with so much canine seed that it began to splurt obscenely out of her, then she lost consciousness. The pleasure of three people was too much for one young woman to handle on her own.

"It was good seeing you again, Bill, and under better circumstances." Peppy told the dog in the hangar. Since Bill had had way too much to drink last night he'd passed out at the table playing cards and had to be left alone to sleep it off like he was still a young man in the Academy. Falco had been offended that no one had invited him to drink 'a stupid' amount of booze, but there was always next time, Fox had assured him.

"Of course! Now, I just need to make sure I don't get reprimanded for anything when I get back. Probably should have radioed home to let them know I might not be making it back in time for evening mess." Bill replied with a laugh, and Krystal could listen in to his thoughts and could tell that he wasn't joking.

They all exchanged their goodbyes, and with the hangar bay now empty of all the cargo intended for the Husky Division, all that was left was Bill's own departure.

After Bill launched his fighter and The Great Fox was once again reduced to a crew of five plus one robot, Slippy asked if they were going to head out from Sector X now, and Fox suggested that they might as well. They still had to resupply at Katina, picking up some digging equipment, then they'd be on their way to Macbeth to drop everything off.

Falco groaned at that reminder and stalked off to put more time in at the simulators.

Krystal smiled and tugged at Fox's sleeve before anyone else could leave the hangar bay.

"I'm going to go practice my maneuvers." She told him, deciding that Falco could use a chance to vent some steam by showing the rookie his moves in the flight sim, helping her with the maneuvers.

"I want to hear you got at least 5 of them in a row done perfect." He smiled at her, then let her go. She vowed that she'd try her best and turned to follow behind Falco. As she walked, she had to hide her limp, as she was still very sore from last night and nursing a terrible headache from how much she'd drank.

Somehow Fox and Bill had woken up with hangovers of their own, but with their age and experience they walked them off well enough. She was almost jealous. Once she was out of view of everyone on the ship, with Falco far ahead of her with his back turned, she let herself smile, her hands rising to her face to cover her cheeks as they flushed pink.

She couldn't have been any more embarrassed! The vixen remembered every moment of last night, every word, and even every climax. It had been incredible, and despite being... having been made the bitch of two men both Fox and Bill had greeted her in the morning through the fog of their hangovers with respect.

Fox had hugged and kissed her like he always did, and after he left the bed to take a shower Bill admired her body one last time before giving her a kiss of his own, leaving her with words of thanks for the previous evening, and in his thoughts she felt gratitude growing within him, the vixen learning how much she'd given a man who'd been coping with loneliness for far too long.

Once they'd all cleaned themselves up, she had helped Bill dress himself, trying to hide any evidence of their lovemaking.

No one suspected anything. The rest of the crew thought too highly of Krystal to consider that anything had happened in their quarters last night. Despite her youth and beauty, it never crossed their minds that she would sleep with anyone other than Fox, which they all quietly assumed she did. They also had no idea that Fox and Bill had shared lovers in the Academy.

So, they were safe with their reputations intact.

Krystal caught up with Falco at the simulators and asked him if he could do a simulation with her, to show her 'how it's done'.

"Hey, if you stick around me long enough you might just become a pro, Krystal. Us 'blue' people gotta stick together." Falco replied, feeling smug from being asked for pointers on how to fly through the sky. He slapped his hand on the simulator, thumbing the button to pop the hatch.

"Well, I hope becoming a 'pro' doesn't mean I learn any of your bad habits." She teased him as her own simulator began to open.

"Ha, you're not wild enough to be crazy like me." He laughed, the vixen listening in on his thoughts as he considered her too pure of heart, like a blue painted maiden, to be 'wild' like he considered himself to be.

If only Falco knew what maidens like her could do when her loyal knights needed their swords polished.