Krystal flopped back onto the sofa in the lounge of the Great Fox with a sigh and sprawled out, exhausted. The rest of the Star Fox crew was still down on Corneria, caught up in paperwork, interviews, photo ops, and who knew what else. With no-one else around, Krystal had spent most of the day training in the flight simulator, the gym, and the firing range – particularly grateful that no-one was around to see her poor performance on the flight sim, though it was an improvement from when she had first joined the crew.

She was very much ready to relax after all of that, and now that she was comfy in the lounge she had no intention of moving for a long while, giving her aching muscles a chance to rest and recover. Raising her arm just to point the remote at the holo TV opposite her, she absently turned it on and flicked through the channels for a while aimlessly until landing on some interesting-looking documentary about the fauna on one of the less colonized planets in the Lylat system.

Really, though, she just wanted to relax, and paid little attention to the TV, shifting into a lying down position – with no-one else to share the sofa with, she could lie across the whole thing without any issues, and rested her head on one of the sofa pillows by an armrest. Shifting about to try and get comfortable, Krystal grew more frustrated as she felt the cords and straps on her clothing digging into her when they were pressed between her and the cushions; try as she might, they always chafed her in some way. She sat back up restlessly briefly, but the desire to lie back down was strong...

Then again, if her clothing was the problem, that was a solvable one. It wasn't like there was anyone else around on the ship, or at least, nobody living; R.O.B. didn't count. So, quite casually, Krystal reached behind her and undid the fastenings on her top, dropping it by the side of the sofa, then stood up just long enough to pull off her loincloth and toss it onto her top. With her armor pieces having been left back at her quarters, she was left wearing only the lighter bits of her jewelry and her tail bands. Satisfied, she flopped back onto the sofa and stretched out.

Much better.

She sank into the cushions, no longer bothered by her clothing, and settled in to absently watch the TV, unable to share the narrator's excitement for the creatures being described but finding the footage interesting nonetheless. But she had come into it halfway and so the documentary soon concluded, leaving her channel-surfing once more.

After flicking through many options she skipped past one that she then went back to, making a curious sound. On-screen was some rugged and handsome fox with the dramatic backdrop of a high cliff, the wind blowing through his fur, an open vest and shirt exposing a chest with enough muscles to show up through his thin coat of fur. Some vixen came onto the screen and began talking, but Krystal paid her no attention whatsoever, indulging herself in the flagrant eye candy. Given how readily the camera angles kept his exposed chest in-frame, it was clearly the director's intention.

There was a scene cut to an apartment somewhere showing a ringing phone, and Krystal almost moved on until she saw the same fox again, this time completely shirtless as he picked it up and answered it. He'd been interrupted while getting dressed from the look of it and just had a pair of jeans on, but if anything it only added to the effect. Without listening to even a single word of dialogue, Krystal admired the man, shifting on the sofa a little as the handsome fox's appearance stirred something in her. One hand slid down her side, then her front, and between her legs; with the tod on-screen looking towards the camera, she imagined she was showing off to him, enticing him to come over and join her. She'd be willing to make space for him, certainly...

"Yes," he said suddenly, in response to the dialogue she hadn't been listening to, and she gave a smirk. Sure, she knew it was just a coincidence, but it was nice to imagine that he had been taken in by her. Lifting one leg enticingly, she let her fingers glide over her entrance, subtly, teasingly, yet invitingly, staring back at the fox on-screen.

Of course, the coincidence couldn't last, and he looked away and began talking about some meet-up or other she couldn't care less about. But her passion had been roused, and she kept watching, inventing her own plot in her head to substitute for the one that she was pointedly ignoring. He was walking through the streets of a city – to meet her, surely. He went into a coffee shop and talked to someone else, but every time the camera was positioned such that he was looking in its general direction, she gave him a flirty tease of some kind: beckoning, waving, flaunting.

He was on friendly terms with the vulpine woman he was talking to, but Krystal instead pretended that every little smile or longing gaze was directed at her. She got more adventurous, teasingly placing her first two fingers in her mouth before moving them back down to her slit and sliding them in, keeping her legs spread as much as she could in her lying-down position. When he got up and walked out of frame, Krystal let her imagination wander further and simply crooned out, "I'll keep myself ready for you, handsome..." as if to address him.

From there it went to a commercial break, and she became a little more cognizant of what she had been doing, ceasing the movements of her fingers but not withdrawing them from her slick folds. She was incredibly wet, far more than she would have expected under normal circumstances. But with how hard she had been pushing herself in training while the others were away, keeping herself distracted, she hadn't taken care of certain other needs, and she was both riled up and pent up. Normally she might go back to her room to take care of that, but there was no need, especially when she was quite comfortable as she was. Her fingers would only satisfy her for so long, though...

"R.O.B.," she called out, "Please retrieve something from my room."

The synthesized voice replied, "What object – do you wish to be – retrieved?"

There were many possibilities... too many for her to pick from on the spot. "The cardboard box underneath my bed," she specified. She could choose from its contents once it arrived.

"Affirmative," R.O.B. responded, and then went quiet.

She was content to wait... until the commercial break ended, and came back to a shot in the bathroom of the handsome fox's apartment. Only his silhouette was visible through the shower curtain, but the producers definitely knew what they were doing, and Krystal's imagination filled in the rest. He was getting himself ready – for her, of course. The camera carefully stayed either high enough or low enough to avoid anything truly indecent as he got out and grabbed a towel, but the sight of him wet from the shower, even with the towel around his waist, only aroused Krystal further. She couldn't wait for R.O.B.; she needed something more substantial than her fingers, and she needed it now.

Her eyes remained on the screen only until he moved to another room and slipped into his bed to talk to the vixen already there that Krystal didn't care about. Her gaze roamed the room she was in, looking for something – anything – to use as a makeshift implement of self-pleasure. But the only immediately obvious thing, especially in arm's reach, was the TV remote. Far from ideal, but maybe if she had no better options...

Amorousness won out over comfort, and she sat up, considering other options. Game controllers... but while they were the right shape, they weren't particularly clean; she had nothing against Slippy but the natural slickness of his skin tended to get on everything he touched. A leftover water bottle... but it was too large. Then, she saw something promising: next to the high-backed chair off to one side was Peppy's multi-layered chess set. Most of the pieces had corners or edges that would render them unsuitable for her intended purpose, but there was one type of piece both a reasonable size and shape, the top of it featuring a small sphere on top of a larger one.

Any part of her brain that might have told her it was a bad idea was summarily ignored as she got up, strode over to the chess set, and pilfered the piece she had set her eyes on. It looked like some sort of ivory, but probably was a synthetic plastic of some kind; Krystal really didn't care what it was made out of it as it was smooth enough for her purposes. She took it back to the sofa and resumed her previous position, bringing the rounded end of the playing piece to her wet slit, pressing it against her folds. Her own slickness made it possible, though the plastic (or whatever it was) was cool to the touch – yet her intense arousal prevailed and she eased her improvised toy into her entrance regardless. 

Hungry for more, she slid it in deeper, her eyes returning to the TV when she noticed the rugged fox was on-screen again, sitting up on the side of the bed. Talking about something, but Krystal's attention was entirely on his chest and muscles as she pressed the chess piece deeper into her slit, sliding it back and forth, her eyes lidding as she began to pay less and less attention to the screen, focusing instead on her own interpretation of what was going on. Yes, he was saying goodbye to the other vixen because Krystal herself had caught his eye...

The door opened, and Krystal gasped softly, closing her legs around the piece and holding her hand over her loins. However, she quickly noticed it was just R.O.B., holding the box she had asked for in his metal hands. "Thank you, R.O.B.," Krystal said between breaths, relaxing, "Leave it on the floor next to me."

"Affirmative," R.O.B. replied, putting the box down near her. "Lady Krystal -- your heart rate and body temperature -- are above normal parameters."

She couldn't help but laugh a little. "I am perfectly fine, R.O.B.," she told him. "Just... exercising. You may return to your post."

"Affirmative," the robot answered, and turned to leave. Krystal sighed a little, grateful that his programming didn't at all lead him to inquire about exactly why she was naked and masturbating on the sofa, let alone with one of the pieces of the game that R.O.B. himself knew how to play.

As soon as the door hissed closed, she slid the chess piece out from her pussy and set it down on the carpet next to the box to deal with later. Its surface was coated in her juices, and she hoped that R.O.B. could clean it enough to hide any trace of her unorthodox use of it. Tugging the box closer to her, she dug around in its contents: a few silicone toys and some lubricant, things she had only been introduced to after leaving her home planet. So much so that one of the toys was still new and unused, and she took hold of that one, extracting it from the other contents of the box.

Rather than a 'standard' cylindrical shape, this one was vulpine, with a pointed tip and a prominent knot at the bottom, in turn attached to a wide base that would make it easy to either grip or set on a surface. While the silicone was an unrealistic bright orange, that hardly mattered to her; the shape was far more important, and she spread her legs wide again to bring the tip of the toy to her soaking wet pussy and start sliding it in without wasting time, keeping one hand gripping the base while the other held the sofa to steady herself.

It was far better than the chess piece, and she let out a moan into the air of the lounge, tipping her head back a little. Slowly rocking the toy back and forth, pressing it in deeper each time, she glanced back at the TV. The fox that was the object of her desire wasn't on-screen, but there was another arctic fox there now. Some rival, maybe? She neither knew nor cared, but he in turn reminded her of another actor she was familiar with, a different arctic fox who tended to star in adventure movies, exploring ruins and the like, often with equally gratuitous shots of his chest. And some female companion per movie, of course. Krystal shivered as she pressed the toy in deeper; what if he came to Dinosaur Planet and found her? A little adventuring together and then they could retire to her tent and...

Krystal yerfed between groans as her fantasies intensified along with the motions of her hand, the knot on the toy bumping against the wet folds of her snatch as she slid its full length in and out energetically. The curves of the toy were more than just cosmetic, as they reliably hit her g-spot when she pushed it in deep enough, making her moan loudly and curl her toes as she reveled in the sensation. Her and the explorer fox together after a successful adventure, celebrating with a night of passion together...

Oh, and she'd show him just how passionate she could be. Just as the Krystal in her mind's eye rolled the arctic fox over, she got into a similar position on the sofa, setting the base of the toy down on the cushions and holding herself up with both hands to ride the silicone shaft. Her hips rocked back and forth just as she imagined she could pin down and ride the white-furred tod in her mind, her dripping wet netherlips gliding up and down the smooth surface of the toy. Oh, the adventures they could go on together, he could take her all over the galaxy and she could ride him like this in so many places...

The irony caught up to her; such a fox had already come to Dinosaur Planet and gone on an adventure with her. All that was missing was the lustful ending, but maybe some day...

The tod she was imagining shifted to Fox himself, still pinned under her. Despite his smaller frame than her previous imagined partners, her lustful hunger only grew, and she moved her hips faster along the toy. She, Krystal, was pinning down and claiming the one and only Fox McCloud, hero of Lylat, as her very own, and he was loving it, moaning out right along with her. In her imagination she was just as soaking wet as she was right now, but instead of her juices leaking down silicone and onto the cushions below her, it was instead Fox that was glistening with her nectar, it was Fox who her juices were soaking into, it was Fox that she was asserting herself over...

But with her body still exhausted from her training earlier, she couldn't keep it up, and changed position again, rolling back onto her side with one leg lifted up almost vertically. Fox was taking control. As she gripped the toy and pumped it in and out rapidly, she daydreamed that she had pushed him too far, riled him up so much that his passion for her had become uncontrollable. He was the one holding her leg up, his hips a blur as he claimed her in turn, and as Krystal's eyes shut tight she made a series of little 'yiff' sounds as she trembled, her tail swishing, her pleasure approaching its peak as Fox in her mind acted out the desire for her that was as deep as her own for him. He was almost done too, and she pressed the toy more firmly against herself, the knot starting to spread her slit lips apart as she teased it in...

And then all at once, the pent-up tension in her burst as she hit her climax. Arching her back, Krystal threw back her head and let out a pleasured cry at the top of her lungs, and she pushed the toy into herself fully, sealing the knot within her vaginal tunnels. She kicked at the air with one foot and writhed on the sofa cushions, feeling her walls convulse around the toy lodged within them as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life. So much so that she barely registered the dampness on her hand as she squirted for the first time ever. With no need to hold the toy any more, she shifted her hand up to press her middle finger against her clit, rubbing at it intensely. The resulting shock of ecstasy made her buck her hips and moan out louder and squirt even more, her clear fluids splashing the cushions, the toy, and the far end of the sofa.

It was completely overwhelming, and she could think of nothing but the pleasure consuming her senses, blocking out all else. The tingling in her loins continued, beyond just the orgasmic pleasure, and it took her a moment to realize she had lost control and was voiding her bladder onto the sofa. Rolling over onto her front and shifting her hips, she positioned her rump over the carpet beside the sofa and continued to let loose, too caught up in the moment to stop. Yes, she had already claimed Fox McCloud, hero of the stars, legendary mercenary... and now she was claiming and marking his room, too! He was hers, and everyone would know it! If any other vixen dared to enter his room, they would know that Krystal had been there first, and that Fox was hers, and nobody else's. The splashing sound she heard was just her urine soaking his crotch as she gave in to her urges and lived out her fantasies...

When she finally came down from her climax, she rolled back onto the sofa in a more comfortable position to try and recover. Everything was a haze, and she was panting for breath, her body feeling heavy as exhaustion overcame her. She was lying next to Fox in their post-coital bliss, and they savored the moment together, as they ought to be...

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The sound of an explosion suddenly brought Krystal to her senses, but as her eyes snapped open she realized it was just the TV. She shook her head, feeling groggy; she must have passed out in the wake of her orgasm. How long had she been out for? It felt like it was just moments ago from her perception, but she didn't feel nearly as tired, so she must have been out for a while.

Far more level-headed than she had been earlier, Krystal surveyed the scene and blushed deeply at the sight: her clothes, discarded into a haphazard pile. The box of sexual paraphernalia next to her, open for anyone to see if they walked in. The chess piece, almost completely coated in now-dried juices. The stains on the couch from her fluids, and the big wet spot on the carpet where she had emptied most of her bladder. Not that that last one was too unusual with her recent routine, but the manner in which it had gotten there was certainly new...

And of course, herself, effectively naked and with her loins a mess of her own juices, with a sex toy still buried within her petals. It was an especially good thing that the others wouldn't be back for a long time yet. What would they think if they had walked in on her? She began to shift, but the toy inside of her was now uncomfortable, so she worked to carefully extract the knotted toy from her slit, gasping as it popped back out of her and making a further mess of the sofa and carpet as she dropped it by the chess piece.

She sat up, her head spinning a little. She needed to clean herself up. And the room, but that wouldn't be her problem to handle. Her ears flattened a little as she recalled the intense and incredibly inappropriate way she had lusted for Fox like she never had done before. The closest she had ever gotten was when she had left that one tiny little mark in his bedroom. Maybe she could do that again, while he was away...?

She shook her head, embarrassed. No, no, that was just the hormones talking. She felt guilty, and yet, her tail was wagging behind her at the mere thought of it. She had to go take a shower, and have the place cleaned while she was gone. Then she could see about getting some real sleep, back in her bed.

"R.O.B.," she called out, gathering her bearings, "Come clean the lounge, please."

"Affirmative," came the reply, but then there was more. "Was your -- exercise -- productive, Lady Krystal?"

Confusion took her for a few moments before she remembered the excuse she had given to him earlier, and she chuckled. "Very productive," she replied coyly, casting another glance at the mess around her.
