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"writing": "[b][u][center]A Starfox Adventures Parody\nChapter 9: The Maw of Death\nSponsored by Roureem\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[i]We can kill Galdon.[/i]\n\nKrystal’s promise still echoed in his ears, and Fox didn’t know if they were going to be able to deliver on it. He still didn’t know what Galdon looked like – or even was – but he could read the fear that permeated the room at the mere mention of its name. If it was so fearsome that armies and entire species feared it to this degree…\n\n[i]We don’t have a lot of choice, though,[/i] he thought as he walked at Krystal’s side, trying not to stare too hard at the bouncing out of the corner of his eye. [i]If they think we’re not going to take this seriously, they’ll go back to trying to kill us…and I don’t know if we can get away from ‘em this time.[/i]\n\nThe dinosaurs were more powerful than he gave them credit for. They had intense physical strength, well-beyond anything that he had trained against back at the Academy, and even one-on-one he had barely managed to get out from under their attacks. With so few shots remaining in his blaster, he couldn’t afford to get into any drawn-out fights, and while Krystal had a shield that she could project from her staff, he didn’t know what the limits to that were. \n\nAnd more to the point, they would have been pinned in place, hiding under it. Sooner or later, someone would have to have made a move. \n\nIn front of them, three Sharpklaw soldiers led the way, and a half-dozen more followed behind them. They were barely dressed, wearing leather armor along their shoulders and chests, but barely anything from the waist down. A loincloth kept what little ‘modesty’ that they had preserved, but Fox could see a hint of shaft every so often when he glanced at them. He could feel them staring at him, too, and the occasional whisper of ‘Fuckmeat’ in the air made it clear that their enemies were thinking of more than just killing them. \n\nKrystal took his hand, and he squeezed it. \n\n[i]They’re genuinely taking us to their leader. Calm.\n\nThat’s hard to do when they’re just…\n\nI know. But calm.\n\nHow are you so calm? What if they…\n\nThey will do the same to you. Are you not calm?\n\nNot particularly. I like to keep my tail down, thank you very much.\n\nYou are doing fine. They fear Galdon more than they hate us. They are taking us to report to their commander. If we can get more information –\n\nWe can figure out a plan. I get it.[/i]\n\nThat didn’t mean that he liked it. \n\nThey walked by a number of different cages. Some of them were filled with more of the Snowhorn captives, while others housed dinosaurs that he didn’t recognize. Probably other tribes from the planet below that had been conquered by the Sharpklaw and sent here for labor. They just stared as he and Krystal were led by, and – \n\n[i]Don’t think about what they’d do to her. Don’t think about what they’d do to her.[/i]\n\nFox shook his head. Much as he had fantasized about doing things with the vixen at his side, he…mostly hadn’t done them. There had been that moment under the conveyor belt when they’d had a little incident, and his nose had gone under her tail and right into her sex, and he’d tasted her, but…\n\n[i]Okay, really not the time to be thinking about that, or getting a hard-on…[/i]\n\nThe Sharpklaw led them away from the line of cells and down a smaller, narrower corridor that was cut into the rock. The armored reptiles led the way, same numbers before and behind, but this time, Fox and Krystal were forced to walk in single file, and she was further behind. \n\n“Ah!”\n\nAnd she gasped. He tried to look around, only to get a stiff push in the base of his spine for trying to turn around. \n\n“Keep moving,” Krystal said. “I don’t want to be here any longer than we have to.”\n\nThey were probably groping her. At a time like this, the best way to keep that from getting worse was to keep moving and get out as fast as possible. Confrontation was a bad idea. \n\nHe kept moving as she said, and they were out of the corridor in a handful of seconds. They had been led to an office of sorts, though it bore scant similarity to the ones that he was used to in the wider galaxy. There was a desk, and there was a small seat behind it. That was all that the cavern had to its name, other than a few other rocks that would serve as seats if they were in the right place. \n\nBehind the desk was another Sharpklaw, slightly taller than the others but not so tall as the blue Sharpklaw that had barred their way down on the planet below. He looked up from the rocks on his desk – rocks arranged almost like a map, Fox realized on second glance – and stared at the naked vixen and the still-dressed Fox. \n\n“Who this?” he said. “Fuckmeat?”\n\n“Say can kill Galdon,” one of their escorts said. “Thought you talk.”\n\n“Kill – stupid. Impossible. Nothing kill Galdon.”\n\n“You can’t,” Fox said. “We might, if we can get more info.”\n\n“Ha! Fuckmeat. Not good for anything but –”\n\n“Fucking? I did the fucking on some of you assholes already,” Fox said. \n\nThe officer behind the desk stared, his mouth hanging down as his eyes narrowed in furious offense. Fox moved between him and Krystal, feeling her hand on his back as she whispered into his head. \n\n[i]He’s angry. He thinks that you’re lying to him.[/i]\n\n“Up on the mountain. There were some Sharpklaw that were keeping that prince of the Earthwalkers hostage. I beat them.”\n\n“You?”\n\n“Me. And then I showed them what it meant to be ‘fuckmeat.’ And I have a witness; she saw it,” he said, nodding over his shoulder at Krystal.\n\n“…You fight?”\n\n“I fight.”\n\n“They fight?” the officer as the others. \n\n“Fight, fight hard,” one of the Sharpklaw admitted. “Six dead.”\n\n“Six?! By – by fuzzies?!”\n\n“Uh-huh.”\n\nThe clear astonishment in the Sharpklaw’s voice said everything about the way that the dinosaurs looked at him and Krystal. For the Earthwalkers, they were nothing but meat-eaters, creatures that were to be kept on a short leash if at all possible, while to the other predators of the planet, they were ‘fuzzies,’ weaklings that were there to be hunted, eaten, and never really worried about all that much. \n\n[i]I hate being in the middle.\n\nKeep pushing. You have an opening.[/i]\n\nKeeping the urge to nod to a minimum, Fox rested his hands on his hips. \n\n“That’s right. We were able to kill half a dozen of your warriors. On our own. And we stopped because we thought that we had a better deal than fighting our way out.”\n\n“…Why you think you can do this?”\n\n“Because killing one thing is a hell of a lot easier than killing everyone else in this mine. And it won’t take as long, either,” he said, forcing a small chuckle. \n\nTo his surprise, the Sharpklaw officer chuckled with him. The dinosaur nodded. \n\n“Fighting too long, work up big appetite. No fun after.”\n\n“Heh, not without someone else to throw the victory party,” Fox said, seeing where it would go. \n\nAnd to his surprise, it got another laugh. It finally hit him; all the Sharpklaw in the mine had been outside of the regular army for who knew how long. Fox was looking at an army of reptiles that had been sent to watch over slaves, see to it that the metals and other things in the mine were dug out, and make sure that nobody bothered them. They were here to keep an eye on things…and here to be sacrificed to keep this Galdon in check. Other than that, they had no purpose, and that meant…\n\nThat meant that they were essentially a sacrificed branch of the military. They were soldiers, bored out of their mind and terrified beyond reckoning at the same time. But more than anything, [i]soldiers[/i] with a similar mindset to the people that he worked with every fucking day. \n\nHe knew how to play this game. He knew how to talk to people like this. \n\n“Look. From the way I’m seeing things, you got thrown out of the army, and left here to rot. Clearly, whoever’s in charge thinks Galdon is more important than you; bet you that he’s even given that big guy the important stuff, the good stuff, yeah?”\n\n“Hmmph. Not officer, not fighter, just monster. Gets all the good stuff.”\n\n“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Fox said, shaking his head and hiding a smile. “And I bet you and your men want nothing more than to get back to a real fight again.”\n\n“Real fight, real fuck. Nothing on rock but big fuzzies, too big for Fuckmeat, too valuable to kill.”\n\n“And you’ll stay here, won’t you?” Fox looked around the room, meeting the eyes of every Sharpklaw warrior around him. “You’re going to stay here, aren’t you? Until the mine is empty, or until this Galdon eats every last one of you, and your boss sends in another group of soldiers to do the same thing that you’re doing right now. Am I right?”\n\nNone of the rank and file answered him. He turned back to their commander, who was staring hard right at him. \n\n“I’m right, aren’t I?”\n\n“…Fuzzy understands.”\n\n“Mmm-hmm.”\n\n“Fuzzy is warrior?”\n\nFox nodded. \n\n“And other fuzzy…?”\n\n“Even better than me,” Fox said. \n\n[i]Flatterer.\n\nTruth-teller. You’re amazing with that staff.\n\nYou have the better weapons, but I appreciate the compliment.[/i]\n\nBut the statement had been enough to change the atmosphere of the room. The various Sharpklaw no longer seemed quite as sneering. He wondered, briefly, if there was a thing with them that meant that the females weren’t as keen to fight as the males, or if there was less difference between their males and females than there were between mammalian species. It didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, he supposed. \n\nHe looked back at the commander. \n\n“Here’s what I’m offering. You give me and Krystal a chance at Galdon. If we take him down, then you – and everyone else – makes a break for it. We all go down to the planet. All of us, all the Snowhorns, everyone.”\n\n“Why you think we break order?”\n\n“Because orders say that you’re going to die,” Fox said. “You want to stay here until Galdon kills you?”\n\n“Or you do?” the officer asked, looking Fox in the eye. “Fuzzy ready to fight; I see that.”\n\n“I’m ready to fight if you’re ready to try and kill me. But I bet you anything that you’re the one that goes down first.”\n\n“Heh…”\n\n“I’m offering the chance to get rid of the thing eating all your men. I kill it, we have a truce. Everyone gets back on the planet, we can start fighting again, but until we all get back, nobody tries to kill each other. No more fighting, no more slavery, just…truce. Because the monster is dead.”\n\nIt was a big ask, and he knew it. Soldiers weren’t picked from a class of people that were likely to turn on their superiors, and he knew that there were many military men that would have been in worse straits than these lizards that would have kept to their orders. They would have gone to their deaths, not happily, but willingly, all for the sake of maintaining military discipline. And if that was the case here…\n\nBut it wasn’t. They were warriors, not soldiers, and that was the big difference. They were willing to step back for the sake of living another day. \n\n“You get chance,” the commander said. “One chance. Galdon give no more.”\n\n“Great,” Fox said. \n\n“And besides. You lose, Galdon eat you. Give us break.”\n\n[i]…Well, that’s a pleasant image,[/i] Krystal thought at him. \n\n[i]Better than some of the other odds we were facing.\n\nTrue, but still…\n\nThinking better of this?\n\nHonestly, just wishing that we had better options. And getting just a little…concerned about the way that some of them are looking at me.[/i]\n\nHe didn’t say that she smelled like she was still enjoying it, but he did feel it. The smell in the air was still thick with their sweat from the heat in the mine, but more than that, with the slightly raunchier smell of a vixen that needed some tending to. He kept shuffling from foot to foot, trying not to think about it too hard, though he wondered if the various warriors around them were picking up on the smell. \n\nIf they were, they weren’t acting any different. They had been lewd from the start, and they were still lewd now, leering at both him and her and making very obvious gestures as to what they would like to be doing. \n\nBut…they had the deal. Fox nodded. \n\n“Good. Tell me about Galdon.”\n\n“You no know?”\n\n“I know he’s a monster, and that the Snowhorns are afraid of him. And I know he’s eating your people.”\n\n“All is true. You – wait. Picture. Get picture!”\n\nThe commander pointed to one of the warriors. As the Sharpklaw ran off, the commander stepped out from behind his desk, slumping to one side. Fox looked down and saw that the other mane was missing his leg from just above the knee, and the other was not in good shape, either. There was no prosthetic to replace it, either, merely a hand on the desk to keep him from falling over. \n\n[i]Happened fast, then,[/i] Fox thought. [i]Ragged, ripped…that’s definitely a bite, not some machine ripping it off.[/i]\n\n“Galdon is nightmare. Always hungry, always angry. Big thing, bigger than Snowhorn.”\n\nFox nodded, trying to imagine what could be big and dangerous enough to put them to fright like that. He couldn’t think of anything from Corneria that would be big enough for that, and even Andross’s experiments would have been hard-pressed to go that far. Some machines might have, but machines didn’t need to eat, and he doubted that the Sharpklaw were so stupid as to confuse someone hiding in a machine for being eaten. \n\nThe soldier returned, waving a sheet of paper. He ran over and slammed it down on the desk, and Fox leaned over to see what he was dealing with. \n\nIt was worse than he imagined. Looming over an unnamed Sharpklaw soldier was a creature that had the lower legs of some sort of spider or bug, thick and segmented and chitinous, with pointed ends and cruel-looking joints. The lower half had that sort of bug-like abdomen, but the further up the body one went, the more that it went from bug-like to reptile-like, ending in a series of odd tendrils around the face and a massive, hungry maw. Inside the mouth, it looked like there was a massive tongue waiting, and slime oozed from around the jaws, dribbling down the monster’s face. \n\nAnd to see just how small the Sharpklaw looked for scale, he knew that they had to be dealing with a giant. Fox shook his head, tapping his chin. \n\n“Looks after stone for General Scales,” the commander said. “Gets stronger from that.”\n\n“It gets [i]stronger.[/i]” Fox blinked. “How much stronger?”\n\n“Strong enough to break anything.”\n\nThat wasn’t particularly informative, but the whole idea of dealing with something strong enough to break through the mine walls didn’t make him feel good. That was a good way to get introduced to space in a very, very uncomfortable way, considering that they were flying around in the atmosphere around the planet. \n\n[i]We’ll have to take it down quickly,[/i] he thought as he leaned over the picture. [i]The legs look too armored to blast apart, and I bet you anything that the chest scales are almost as bad. There’s no real weaknesses outside of the eye and maw, and I don’t even know if it has special abilities.[/i]\n\nHe rubbed his forehead as he looked it over, thinking to himself. There had to be a way to fight this thing. No matter how well-engineered bio-weapons were, there was always a weakness. No engineer was so stupid as to make one that didn’t have a way to be taken down if it got out of hand. \n\n[i]Krystal? You see anything with this?[/i] he thought at her. \n\nThe blue vixen leaned over the table, staring at it. She tapped her chin, tilting her head one way, then the other. \n\n[i]There isn’t much to go on just from a picture.\n\nI know, but that’s all we got. \n\nAnd they do not know much more, unfortunately; they are too afraid to spend time near the cage. \n\nOr watch their comrades get eaten, I imagine. \n\nThat, as well.[/i]\n\nA pity, but at least they had some idea of what they were trying to fight. At least they could try and plan something before getting thrown into Galdon’s arena. \n\n[i]The only thing that I can think of…is to try and get it from the inside,[/i] Krystal thought. [i]If nothing else, there will be more vulnerable things. Not necessarily to anything sharp, but to your ‘blaster,’ and my staff…\n\nThere might be something, yeah.[/i]\n\n“So?” the commander asked. \n\n“…We can do it,” Fox said, hoping that he sounded more confident than he felt. “If you’ll agree to the terms.”\n\n“…If you do, we do.”\n\n“Alright. Then –”\n\n“Ah!” The commander held up his hand. “First, fuzzy will strip.”\n\n“…I’m [i]not[/i] fuckmeat.”\n\n“Both fuzzies go in naked. If eaten, then give clothes to General. Sign of doing job; might let us go.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Strip.”\n\n#\n\nFox couldn’t [i]believe[/i] that had gone as badly as it had. One moment, he had been on top of their negotiations, getting them exactly what they needed in terms and conditions, and the next – \n\n“Hsss…”\n\nThe next, he was as naked as Krystal was. His cock hung out and swayed to and fro, and he was thankful that he was as irritated as he was, because it had no chance of starting to throb to life. That would have been the final nail in the coffin for his dignity; if he’d had to deal with that, he would have just asked Galdon to eat him. \n\nWell…not really, but it would have been a temptation. \n\nThe Sharpklaw had escorted the pair of naked foxes to a side door. The offerings to the great Galdon were usually dropped from above, they said, but there was this side door where they sent people in to check for loot or other things that had been left behind from the dead sacrifices. There was little chance that Galdon was sleeping or well-fed – as it was nearing the time for sacrifice – but if they would have any chance at all, this was it. \n\nFox and Krystal knelt by the door as their guides left. Fox avoided looking at her, while he could feel her occasionally stealing glances at him. He tried not to say a word; he didn’t have a leg to stand on, considering that she had been the object of his stares almost since they’d met. In a number of ways, this was karma. Shitty, unfair, unwanted karma, but karma nonetheless. \n\nWhen they were gone, he tilted his head up, around, and toward the door. \n\n“You ready?” he muttered. \n\n“As ready as I’m going to be. I…will find this a most interesting distraction, heh.”\n\n“Oh, don’t start.”\n\n“I’m sure that I don’t know what you’re talking about.”\n\n“Uh-huh. On three.”\n\n“Yes…yes. Let us do this.”\n\n“One…two…Three!”\n\nHe threw open the small wooden door and darted through, blaster in hand. Krystal followed afterward, her staff extending, and they were met by a roar that split the air overhead. \n\n“Fox!”\n\nPulled back, he let her yank him under the staff at the last second. She threw up a shield, and just in time; a wave of green fire slammed against it, and though it was blown to either side with the power of the shield itself, it was a near-miss. He could feel the heat on the stones around them, and it was not a small one. He hissed as he hopped from foot to foot to try and escape the burning heat. \n\nAs they retreated a few steps, Fox looked up at the source of the fire. It was Galdon, awake and angry, with its blade-like arms at its sides and a grin on its hungry face. The fires had come from the tendrils at either side of its head, rather than from its throat, but that was scant comfort when they were twisting around, clearly waiting for the chance to try again. \n\nA glint caught Fox’s eye. In the joint of one hook-hand, a stone reflected the low light of the fire on the ground. He saw the red shimmers running through it and glanced at Krystal. \n\n“You see that rock it’s holding?”\n\n“That must be the stone,” she muttered. \n\n“How do you think we’re –”\n\nGaldon roared, and they both flinched as the sound echoed off the walls all around them. By the time that the sound faded, the great monster had lifted the stone from its hook to its mouth. Fox’s eyes went wide as he saw it pass the jaws, and then go down, the bulge reflecting through the beast’s throat for a moment before it fell further still. \n\n“Oh, you have [i]got[/i] to be kidding me.”\n\n“Well…that is problematic,” Krystal said. \n\n“No – move!”\n\nThe green fires came again, and this time, they were so powerful that he could feel the heat through the shield even as he pulled Krystal along. It singed the edge of his fur coat, and he hissed under his breath as he kept them moving. \n\n[i]Okay, that’s stronger. A lot stronger.\n\nWe will not be able to survive, even with the shield.\n\nThen we need to do something about that stone. \n\nWell, I am open to ideas. \n\nYeah. I got one. And it’s the one neither of us liked.\n\n…Joy.[/i]\n\nFox turned on his heel, and as the next roar of green fire shot over their heads, he ran for Galdon directly. Krystal managed to get her footing, and they charged for him, running right for his front legs…and then slowed down. \n\n[i]If he’s as hungry as the commander said he was…[/i]\n\nThere was no way that he would be able to resist some new food, and if they were going to take him down, it was going to have to be from inside. At the very least, they would be able to avoid the fire from within. If he was right – \n\nHe was. \n\nGaldon roared again, and this time, he lunged down. His maw was open wide, and he all but slammed his face into the ground, his tongue pushing out, wrapping around them in a slimy embrace, and then – \n\nHis head went back. They all but flew up in the air as he tossed them to the sky. Fox barely kept hold of his blaster, and Krystal nearly dropped her staff before they started falling again. Down, down, down, right to the monster’s maw. \n\nThey moved without thinking. As they passed Galdon’s lips, Krystal threw her staff sideways. They were able to catch his teeth, and he grabbed her by the ankle. It arrested their downward fall, and Fox slid halfway down the monster’s throat. He could feel the throat muscles clenching around him, pulling tight, trying to swallow him, clenching around his feet, but he had too good a grip on Krystal. So long as she held onto the staff, they were fine. \n\nFox aimed his blaster and pulled the trigger. Two red beams lanced from the barrel, and Galdon stopped swallowing real quick. \n\nTheir slimy inner world rolled around them, and they yelped as they fell onto the monster’s tongue. Krystal gasped, her legs spread on either side of it, and Fox was scarcely better as he was forced to straddle the long, slimy thing. \n\n[i]Oh god, oh, don’t think about it, don’t think about it…[/i]\n\nBut even as he tried to move, Galdon was trying to force them out of place. Its tongue rose, fell, and rose again, and each time it did, that slippery, slimy thing pressed right up between his legs. It was powerful enough to thrust right against his groin, between his cheeks, even, and he felt that slimy thing grinding right against his asshole as well as right under his balls and…and against his dick. \n\n“Ah…”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nKrystal was getting it just as bad, if not worse. She was riding it, forced off it and coming down again on the slimy appendage. They were surrounded by drool, the air was hot, and they could barely move. Fox could feel himself focusing more and more on the slippery bit of oversized oral going on down below, more than a little confused about how he felt about that big tongue between his cheeks, and as his cock started rising – \n\n[i]Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t –[/i]\n\nThe monster tossed his head back again. Krystal yelped, flying over his head, and Fox lunged to grab the end of her staff. He was barely able to grab hold of one of the monster’s fangs at the same time, barely keeping her from getting swallowed right then and there. \n\n“Throw me your blaster!” Krystal shouted. \n\nHe trusted her. He was surprised, as a matter of fact, how much he trusted her, because he threw it without question. It fell out of sight – \n\n[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]\n\nAnd his attention was immediately forced back to that tongue. As tight as he clung to the tooth, his legs were still spread by that massive tongue, and it was still flicking around. It was huge enough that it was able to lick at him from knees to belly without even trying, getting everything all at once. He bit his lips, huffing, gasping, shivering every time that he felt it grinding down against his more sensitive bits. \n\nGaldon tossed its head around again, and he bounced, sliding down and almost losing his grip again. The tongue was under his tail now, the side of it sliding right between his cheeks and grinding on [i]that[/i] entrance. He hissed, gritting his teeth as he got the most confusing boner in his life. \n\n[i]Don’t think about it. Just keep holding onto her…[/i]\n\nThe staff was so slippery now, though. He could barely kept a grip on it, and with the way that Galdon was thrashing around, he was barely holding onto the tooth that kept them both anchored in the mouth. That tongue – \n\nBounce, bounce, slap!\n\nIt smacked him from behind, thrusting him up against the roof of the mouth and pinning him there. He grunted, barely able to breathe through the pressure, and he barely had a grip around the thicker end of the staff now. His fingers were weakening, and – \n\nGrind. \n\nGrind. \n\nGrind. \n\nHe was pinned, Galdon tasting him, that tongue forcing his tail up against his back, sliming between his cheeks, and his cock was right against the roof of the mouth. Right against the hot, thick ridges of flesh that were so slippery and slimy that he could have fucked that square of flesh with ease. \n\n[i]Oh, fuck off, this is…this is not…[/i]\n\nSuddenly, he heard the blaster go off again. This time, Galdon screamed louder, and the tongue threw him back to the side of the mouth. Fox braced himself again, getting a better grip on the staff. \n\n“What the hell did you just shoot?!” \n\n“The breathing tube!” Krystal shouted from below. “The split down the throat where some goes to the stomach and the rest of the lungs!”\n\n“He can’t breathe?!”\n\n“Not for much longer!”\n\nThey had a chance, then. If they could just hold out – \n\nGaldon roared, and his tongue hit Fox square in the chest. Pure instinct kept him holding the staff, but he was still thrust all the way forward. He started to fall out of Galdon’s mouth, and would have fallen all the way to his teeth if it wasn’t for Krystal slamming into the other side of the beast’s mouth. \n\nShe looked down at him as she leaned over the teeth, smiling in weak relief as he hung from the staff. She shook her head, only to gasp. \n\n[i]Well…guess it’s her turn…[/i]\n\n#\n\nIt took almost five minutes for Galdon to fully suffocate, and Fox and Krystal were forced to take turns on Galdon’s tongue while keeping the other from either falling out of the beast’s mouth to their deaths or being swallowed. When the beast fell, neither of them could quite meet the other’s eye, and they were more than thankful when the stone they’d been searching for came loose of the monster’s guts, rolling out and landing on the floor beside them. \n\nFox knelt down, picking it up. He rubbed his fingers along the shimmering surface, feeling [i]something[/i] coming from it. He shook his head, tossing it from hand to hand, and for a moment, he almost forgot that he was naked and completely covered in the mouth-slime of a beast that should never have existed. \n\nThen that moment was over. The wooden door in the wall opened again, and one of the Sharpklaw peered in. The dinosaur’s eyes went wide at the sight of the dead monster, and he stared for a moment or two before turning around. \n\n“Fuzzies did it! Galdon dead. Galdon dead!”\n\nThe cheers in the tunnel were relieving, but as Fox and Krystal looked at each other, neither one could entirely bring themselves to smile. It was one thing to fight their enemy. It was something else to experience what they’d just gone through, and neither one knew how to process it just yet. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Fox and Krystal make their way to the Sharpklaw commander and make an offer. \n\nTags: M/solo, F/solo, Fox McCloud, Krystal, Fox, Vixen, Starfox Adventures, Star Fox Adventures, Walkthrough, Playthrough, Series, Sponsored, Nudity, Size Difference, Sharpklaw, Dinosaur, Galdon, Semi-Vore, Vore, Kinda, Tongue, Big Tongue, Slime, ",
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A Starfox Adventures Parody Chapter 9: The Maw of Death Sponsored by Roureem By Draconicon
We can kill Galdon.
Krystal’s promise still echoed in his ears, and Fox didn’t know if they were going to be able to deliver on it. He still didn’t know what Galdon looked like – or even was – but he could read the fear that permeated the room at the mere mention of its name. If it was so fearsome that armies and entire species feared it to this degree…
We don’t have a lot of choice, though, he thought as he walked at Krystal’s side, trying not to stare too hard at the bouncing out of the corner of his eye. If they think we’re not going to take this seriously, they’ll go back to trying to kill us…and I don’t know if we can get away from ‘em this time.
The dinosaurs were more powerful than he gave them credit for. They had intense physical strength, well-beyond anything that he had trained against back at the Academy, and even one-on-one he had barely managed to get out from under their attacks. With so few shots remaining in his blaster, he couldn’t afford to get into any drawn-out fights, and while Krystal had a shield that she could project from her staff, he didn’t know what the limits to that were.
And more to the point, they would have been pinned in place, hiding under it. Sooner or later, someone would have to have made a move.
In front of them, three Sharpklaw soldiers led the way, and a half-dozen more followed behind them. They were barely dressed, wearing leather armor along their shoulders and chests, but barely anything from the waist down. A loincloth kept what little ‘modesty’ that they had preserved, but Fox could see a hint of shaft every so often when he glanced at them. He could feel them staring at him, too, and the occasional whisper of ‘Fuckmeat’ in the air made it clear that their enemies were thinking of more than just killing them.
Krystal took his hand, and he squeezed it.
They’re genuinely taking us to their leader. Calm.
That’s hard to do when they’re just…
I know. But calm.
How are you so calm? What if they…
They will do the same to you. Are you not calm?
Not particularly. I like to keep my tail down, thank you very much.
You are doing fine. They fear Galdon more than they hate us. They are taking us to report to their commander. If we can get more information –
We can figure out a plan. I get it.
That didn’t mean that he liked it.
They walked by a number of different cages. Some of them were filled with more of the Snowhorn captives, while others housed dinosaurs that he didn’t recognize. Probably other tribes from the planet below that had been conquered by the Sharpklaw and sent here for labor. They just stared as he and Krystal were led by, and –
Don’t think about what they’d do to her. Don’t think about what they’d do to her.
Fox shook his head. Much as he had fantasized about doing things with the vixen at his side, he…mostly hadn’t done them. There had been that moment under the conveyor belt when they’d had a little incident, and his nose had gone under her tail and right into her sex, and he’d tasted her, but…
Okay, really not the time to be thinking about that, or getting a hard-on…
The Sharpklaw led them away from the line of cells and down a smaller, narrower corridor that was cut into the rock. The armored reptiles led the way, same numbers before and behind, but this time, Fox and Krystal were forced to walk in single file, and she was further behind.
“Ah!”
And she gasped. He tried to look around, only to get a stiff push in the base of his spine for trying to turn around.
“Keep moving,” Krystal said. “I don’t want to be here any longer than we have to.”
They were probably groping her. At a time like this, the best way to keep that from getting worse was to keep moving and get out as fast as possible. Confrontation was a bad idea.
He kept moving as she said, and they were out of the corridor in a handful of seconds. They had been led to an office of sorts, though it bore scant similarity to the ones that he was used to in the wider galaxy. There was a desk, and there was a small seat behind it. That was all that the cavern had to its name, other than a few other rocks that would serve as seats if they were in the right place.
Behind the desk was another Sharpklaw, slightly taller than the others but not so tall as the blue Sharpklaw that had barred their way down on the planet below. He looked up from the rocks on his desk – rocks arranged almost like a map, Fox realized on second glance – and stared at the naked vixen and the still-dressed Fox.
“Who this?” he said. “Fuckmeat?”
“Say can kill Galdon,” one of their escorts said. “Thought you talk.”
“Kill – stupid. Impossible. Nothing kill Galdon.”
“You can’t,” Fox said. “We might, if we can get more info.”
“Ha! Fuckmeat. Not good for anything but –”
“Fucking? I did the fucking on some of you assholes already,” Fox said.
The officer behind the desk stared, his mouth hanging down as his eyes narrowed in furious offense. Fox moved between him and Krystal, feeling her hand on his back as she whispered into his head.
He’s angry. He thinks that you’re lying to him.
“Up on the mountain. There were some Sharpklaw that were keeping that prince of the Earthwalkers hostage. I beat them.”
“You?”
“Me. And then I showed them what it meant to be ‘fuckmeat.’ And I have a witness; she saw it,” he said, nodding over his shoulder at Krystal.
“…You fight?”
“I fight.”
“They fight?” the officer as the others.
“Fight, fight hard,” one of the Sharpklaw admitted. “Six dead.”
“Six?! By – by fuzzies?!”
“Uh-huh.”
The clear astonishment in the Sharpklaw’s voice said everything about the way that the dinosaurs looked at him and Krystal. For the Earthwalkers, they were nothing but meat-eaters, creatures that were to be kept on a short leash if at all possible, while to the other predators of the planet, they were ‘fuzzies,’ weaklings that were there to be hunted, eaten, and never really worried about all that much.
I hate being in the middle.
Keep pushing. You have an opening.
Keeping the urge to nod to a minimum, Fox rested his hands on his hips.
“That’s right. We were able to kill half a dozen of your warriors. On our own. And we stopped because we thought that we had a better deal than fighting our way out.”
“…Why you think you can do this?”
“Because killing one thing is a hell of a lot easier than killing everyone else in this mine. And it won’t take as long, either,” he said, forcing a small chuckle.
To his surprise, the Sharpklaw officer chuckled with him. The dinosaur nodded.
“Fighting too long, work up big appetite. No fun after.”
“Heh, not without someone else to throw the victory party,” Fox said, seeing where it would go.
And to his surprise, it got another laugh. It finally hit him; all the Sharpklaw in the mine had been outside of the regular army for who knew how long. Fox was looking at an army of reptiles that had been sent to watch over slaves, see to it that the metals and other things in the mine were dug out, and make sure that nobody bothered them. They were here to keep an eye on things…and here to be sacrificed to keep this Galdon in check. Other than that, they had no purpose, and that meant…
That meant that they were essentially a sacrificed branch of the military. They were soldiers, bored out of their mind and terrified beyond reckoning at the same time. But more than anything, soldiers with a similar mindset to the people that he worked with every fucking day.
He knew how to play this game. He knew how to talk to people like this.
“Look. From the way I’m seeing things, you got thrown out of the army, and left here to rot. Clearly, whoever’s in charge thinks Galdon is more important than you; bet you that he’s even given that big guy the important stuff, the good stuff, yeah?”
“Hmmph. Not officer, not fighter, just monster. Gets all the good stuff.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Fox said, shaking his head and hiding a smile. “And I bet you and your men want nothing more than to get back to a real fight again.”
“Real fight, real fuck. Nothing on rock but big fuzzies, too big for Fuckmeat, too valuable to kill.”
“And you’ll stay here, won’t you?” Fox looked around the room, meeting the eyes of every Sharpklaw warrior around him. “You’re going to stay here, aren’t you? Until the mine is empty, or until this Galdon eats every last one of you, and your boss sends in another group of soldiers to do the same thing that you’re doing right now. Am I right?”
None of the rank and file answered him. He turned back to their commander, who was staring hard right at him.
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
“…Fuzzy understands.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Fuzzy is warrior?”
Fox nodded.
“And other fuzzy…?”
“Even better than me,” Fox said.
Flatterer.
Truth-teller. You’re amazing with that staff.
You have the better weapons, but I appreciate the compliment.
But the statement had been enough to change the atmosphere of the room. The various Sharpklaw no longer seemed quite as sneering. He wondered, briefly, if there was a thing with them that meant that the females weren’t as keen to fight as the males, or if there was less difference between their males and females than there were between mammalian species. It didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, he supposed.
He looked back at the commander.
“Here’s what I’m offering. You give me and Krystal a chance at Galdon. If we take him down, then you – and everyone else – makes a break for it. We all go down to the planet. All of us, all the Snowhorns, everyone.”
“Why you think we break order?”
“Because orders say that you’re going to die,” Fox said. “You want to stay here until Galdon kills you?”
“Or you do?” the officer asked, looking Fox in the eye. “Fuzzy ready to fight; I see that.”
“I’m ready to fight if you’re ready to try and kill me. But I bet you anything that you’re the one that goes down first.”
“Heh…”
“I’m offering the chance to get rid of the thing eating all your men. I kill it, we have a truce. Everyone gets back on the planet, we can start fighting again, but until we all get back, nobody tries to kill each other. No more fighting, no more slavery, just…truce. Because the monster is dead.”
It was a big ask, and he knew it. Soldiers weren’t picked from a class of people that were likely to turn on their superiors, and he knew that there were many military men that would have been in worse straits than these lizards that would have kept to their orders. They would have gone to their deaths, not happily, but willingly, all for the sake of maintaining military discipline. And if that was the case here…
But it wasn’t. They were warriors, not soldiers, and that was the big difference. They were willing to step back for the sake of living another day.
“You get chance,” the commander said. “One chance. Galdon give no more.”
“Great,” Fox said.
“And besides. You lose, Galdon eat you. Give us break.”
…Well, that’s a pleasant image, Krystal thought at him.
Better than some of the other odds we were facing.
True, but still…
Thinking better of this?
Honestly, just wishing that we had better options. And getting just a little…concerned about the way that some of them are looking at me.
He didn’t say that she smelled like she was still enjoying it, but he did feel it. The smell in the air was still thick with their sweat from the heat in the mine, but more than that, with the slightly raunchier smell of a vixen that needed some tending to. He kept shuffling from foot to foot, trying not to think about it too hard, though he wondered if the various warriors around them were picking up on the smell.
If they were, they weren’t acting any different. They had been lewd from the start, and they were still lewd now, leering at both him and her and making very obvious gestures as to what they would like to be doing.
But…they had the deal. Fox nodded.
“Good. Tell me about Galdon.”
“You no know?”
“I know he’s a monster, and that the Snowhorns are afraid of him. And I know he’s eating your people.”
“All is true. You – wait. Picture. Get picture!”
The commander pointed to one of the warriors. As the Sharpklaw ran off, the commander stepped out from behind his desk, slumping to one side. Fox looked down and saw that the other mane was missing his leg from just above the knee, and the other was not in good shape, either. There was no prosthetic to replace it, either, merely a hand on the desk to keep him from falling over.
Happened fast, then, Fox thought. Ragged, ripped…that’s definitely a bite, not some machine ripping it off.
“Galdon is nightmare. Always hungry, always angry. Big thing, bigger than Snowhorn.”
Fox nodded, trying to imagine what could be big and dangerous enough to put them to fright like that. He couldn’t think of anything from Corneria that would be big enough for that, and even Andross’s experiments would have been hard-pressed to go that far. Some machines might have, but machines didn’t need to eat, and he doubted that the Sharpklaw were so stupid as to confuse someone hiding in a machine for being eaten.
The soldier returned, waving a sheet of paper. He ran over and slammed it down on the desk, and Fox leaned over to see what he was dealing with.
It was worse than he imagined. Looming over an unnamed Sharpklaw soldier was a creature that had the lower legs of some sort of spider or bug, thick and segmented and chitinous, with pointed ends and cruel-looking joints. The lower half had that sort of bug-like abdomen, but the further up the body one went, the more that it went from bug-like to reptile-like, ending in a series of odd tendrils around the face and a massive, hungry maw. Inside the mouth, it looked like there was a massive tongue waiting, and slime oozed from around the jaws, dribbling down the monster’s face.
And to see just how small the Sharpklaw looked for scale, he knew that they had to be dealing with a giant. Fox shook his head, tapping his chin.
“Looks after stone for General Scales,” the commander said. “Gets stronger from that.”
“It gets stronger.” Fox blinked. “How much stronger?”
“Strong enough to break anything.”
That wasn’t particularly informative, but the whole idea of dealing with something strong enough to break through the mine walls didn’t make him feel good. That was a good way to get introduced to space in a very, very uncomfortable way, considering that they were flying around in the atmosphere around the planet.
We’ll have to take it down quickly, he thought as he leaned over the picture. The legs look too armored to blast apart, and I bet you anything that the chest scales are almost as bad. There’s no real weaknesses outside of the eye and maw, and I don’t even know if it has special abilities.
He rubbed his forehead as he looked it over, thinking to himself. There had to be a way to fight this thing. No matter how well-engineered bio-weapons were, there was always a weakness. No engineer was so stupid as to make one that didn’t have a way to be taken down if it got out of hand.
Krystal? You see anything with this? he thought at her.
The blue vixen leaned over the table, staring at it. She tapped her chin, tilting her head one way, then the other.
There isn’t much to go on just from a picture.
I know, but that’s all we got.
And they do not know much more, unfortunately; they are too afraid to spend time near the cage.
Or watch their comrades get eaten, I imagine.
That, as well.
A pity, but at least they had some idea of what they were trying to fight. At least they could try and plan something before getting thrown into Galdon’s arena.
The only thing that I can think of…is to try and get it from the inside, Krystal thought. If nothing else, there will be more vulnerable things. Not necessarily to anything sharp, but to your ‘blaster,’ and my staff…
There might be something, yeah.
“So?” the commander asked.
“…We can do it,” Fox said, hoping that he sounded more confident than he felt. “If you’ll agree to the terms.”
“…If you do, we do.”
“Alright. Then –”
“Ah!” The commander held up his hand. “First, fuzzy will strip.”
“…I’m not fuckmeat.”
“Both fuzzies go in naked. If eaten, then give clothes to General. Sign of doing job; might let us go.”
“…”
“Strip.”
#
Fox couldn’t believe that had gone as badly as it had. One moment, he had been on top of their negotiations, getting them exactly what they needed in terms and conditions, and the next –
“Hsss…”
The next, he was as naked as Krystal was. His cock hung out and swayed to and fro, and he was thankful that he was as irritated as he was, because it had no chance of starting to throb to life. That would have been the final nail in the coffin for his dignity; if he’d had to deal with that, he would have just asked Galdon to eat him.
Well…not really, but it would have been a temptation.
The Sharpklaw had escorted the pair of naked foxes to a side door. The offerings to the great Galdon were usually dropped from above, they said, but there was this side door where they sent people in to check for loot or other things that had been left behind from the dead sacrifices. There was little chance that Galdon was sleeping or well-fed – as it was nearing the time for sacrifice – but if they would have any chance at all, this was it.
Fox and Krystal knelt by the door as their guides left. Fox avoided looking at her, while he could feel her occasionally stealing glances at him. He tried not to say a word; he didn’t have a leg to stand on, considering that she had been the object of his stares almost since they’d met. In a number of ways, this was karma. Shitty, unfair, unwanted karma, but karma nonetheless.
When they were gone, he tilted his head up, around, and toward the door.
“You ready?” he muttered.
“As ready as I’m going to be. I…will find this a most interesting distraction, heh.”
“Oh, don’t start.”
“I’m sure that I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh. On three.”
“Yes…yes. Let us do this.”
“One…two…Three!”
He threw open the small wooden door and darted through, blaster in hand. Krystal followed afterward, her staff extending, and they were met by a roar that split the air overhead.
“Fox!”
Pulled back, he let her yank him under the staff at the last second. She threw up a shield, and just in time; a wave of green fire slammed against it, and though it was blown to either side with the power of the shield itself, it was a near-miss. He could feel the heat on the stones around them, and it was not a small one. He hissed as he hopped from foot to foot to try and escape the burning heat.
As they retreated a few steps, Fox looked up at the source of the fire. It was Galdon, awake and angry, with its blade-like arms at its sides and a grin on its hungry face. The fires had come from the tendrils at either side of its head, rather than from its throat, but that was scant comfort when they were twisting around, clearly waiting for the chance to try again.
A glint caught Fox’s eye. In the joint of one hook-hand, a stone reflected the low light of the fire on the ground. He saw the red shimmers running through it and glanced at Krystal.
“You see that rock it’s holding?”
“That must be the stone,” she muttered.
“How do you think we’re –”
Galdon roared, and they both flinched as the sound echoed off the walls all around them. By the time that the sound faded, the great monster had lifted the stone from its hook to its mouth. Fox’s eyes went wide as he saw it pass the jaws, and then go down, the bulge reflecting through the beast’s throat for a moment before it fell further still.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
“Well…that is problematic,” Krystal said.
“No – move!”
The green fires came again, and this time, they were so powerful that he could feel the heat through the shield even as he pulled Krystal along. It singed the edge of his fur coat, and he hissed under his breath as he kept them moving.
Okay, that’s stronger. A lot stronger.
We will not be able to survive, even with the shield.
Then we need to do something about that stone.
Well, I am open to ideas.
Yeah. I got one. And it’s the one neither of us liked.
…Joy.
Fox turned on his heel, and as the next roar of green fire shot over their heads, he ran for Galdon directly. Krystal managed to get her footing, and they charged for him, running right for his front legs…and then slowed down.
If he’s as hungry as the commander said he was…
There was no way that he would be able to resist some new food, and if they were going to take him down, it was going to have to be from inside. At the very least, they would be able to avoid the fire from within. If he was right –
He was.
Galdon roared again, and this time, he lunged down. His maw was open wide, and he all but slammed his face into the ground, his tongue pushing out, wrapping around them in a slimy embrace, and then –
His head went back. They all but flew up in the air as he tossed them to the sky. Fox barely kept hold of his blaster, and Krystal nearly dropped her staff before they started falling again. Down, down, down, right to the monster’s maw.
They moved without thinking. As they passed Galdon’s lips, Krystal threw her staff sideways. They were able to catch his teeth, and he grabbed her by the ankle. It arrested their downward fall, and Fox slid halfway down the monster’s throat. He could feel the throat muscles clenching around him, pulling tight, trying to swallow him, clenching around his feet, but he had too good a grip on Krystal. So long as she held onto the staff, they were fine.
Fox aimed his blaster and pulled the trigger. Two red beams lanced from the barrel, and Galdon stopped swallowing real quick.
Their slimy inner world rolled around them, and they yelped as they fell onto the monster’s tongue. Krystal gasped, her legs spread on either side of it, and Fox was scarcely better as he was forced to straddle the long, slimy thing.
Oh god, oh, don’t think about it, don’t think about it…
But even as he tried to move, Galdon was trying to force them out of place. Its tongue rose, fell, and rose again, and each time it did, that slippery, slimy thing pressed right up between his legs. It was powerful enough to thrust right against his groin, between his cheeks, even, and he felt that slimy thing grinding right against his asshole as well as right under his balls and…and against his dick.
“Ah…”
“Mmmph…”
Krystal was getting it just as bad, if not worse. She was riding it, forced off it and coming down again on the slimy appendage. They were surrounded by drool, the air was hot, and they could barely move. Fox could feel himself focusing more and more on the slippery bit of oversized oral going on down below, more than a little confused about how he felt about that big tongue between his cheeks, and as his cock started rising –
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t –
The monster tossed his head back again. Krystal yelped, flying over his head, and Fox lunged to grab the end of her staff. He was barely able to grab hold of one of the monster’s fangs at the same time, barely keeping her from getting swallowed right then and there.
“Throw me your blaster!” Krystal shouted.
He trusted her. He was surprised, as a matter of fact, how much he trusted her, because he threw it without question. It fell out of sight –
Oh god…oh god…
And his attention was immediately forced back to that tongue. As tight as he clung to the tooth, his legs were still spread by that massive tongue, and it was still flicking around. It was huge enough that it was able to lick at him from knees to belly without even trying, getting everything all at once. He bit his lips, huffing, gasping, shivering every time that he felt it grinding down against his more sensitive bits.
Galdon tossed its head around again, and he bounced, sliding down and almost losing his grip again. The tongue was under his tail now, the side of it sliding right between his cheeks and grinding on that entrance. He hissed, gritting his teeth as he got the most confusing boner in his life.
Don’t think about it. Just keep holding onto her…
The staff was so slippery now, though. He could barely kept a grip on it, and with the way that Galdon was thrashing around, he was barely holding onto the tooth that kept them both anchored in the mouth. That tongue –
Bounce, bounce, slap!
It smacked him from behind, thrusting him up against the roof of the mouth and pinning him there. He grunted, barely able to breathe through the pressure, and he barely had a grip around the thicker end of the staff now. His fingers were weakening, and –
Grind.
Grind.
Grind.
He was pinned, Galdon tasting him, that tongue forcing his tail up against his back, sliming between his cheeks, and his cock was right against the roof of the mouth. Right against the hot, thick ridges of flesh that were so slippery and slimy that he could have fucked that square of flesh with ease.
Oh, fuck off, this is…this is not…
Suddenly, he heard the blaster go off again. This time, Galdon screamed louder, and the tongue threw him back to the side of the mouth. Fox braced himself again, getting a better grip on the staff.
“What the hell did you just shoot?!”
“The breathing tube!” Krystal shouted from below. “The split down the throat where some goes to the stomach and the rest of the lungs!”
“He can’t breathe?!”
“Not for much longer!”
They had a chance, then. If they could just hold out –
Galdon roared, and his tongue hit Fox square in the chest. Pure instinct kept him holding the staff, but he was still thrust all the way forward. He started to fall out of Galdon’s mouth, and would have fallen all the way to his teeth if it wasn’t for Krystal slamming into the other side of the beast’s mouth.
She looked down at him as she leaned over the teeth, smiling in weak relief as he hung from the staff. She shook her head, only to gasp.
Well…guess it’s her turn…
#
It took almost five minutes for Galdon to fully suffocate, and Fox and Krystal were forced to take turns on Galdon’s tongue while keeping the other from either falling out of the beast’s mouth to their deaths or being swallowed. When the beast fell, neither of them could quite meet the other’s eye, and they were more than thankful when the stone they’d been searching for came loose of the monster’s guts, rolling out and landing on the floor beside them.
Fox knelt down, picking it up. He rubbed his fingers along the shimmering surface, feeling something coming from it. He shook his head, tossing it from hand to hand, and for a moment, he almost forgot that he was naked and completely covered in the mouth-slime of a beast that should never have existed.
Then that moment was over. The wooden door in the wall opened again, and one of the Sharpklaw peered in. The dinosaur’s eyes went wide at the sight of the dead monster, and he stared for a moment or two before turning around.
“Fuzzies did it! Galdon dead. Galdon dead!”
The cheers in the tunnel were relieving, but as Fox and Krystal looked at each other, neither one could entirely bring themselves to smile. It was one thing to fight their enemy. It was something else to experience what they’d just gone through, and neither one knew how to process it just yet.
The End
Summary: Fox and Krystal make their way to the Sharpklaw commander and make an offer.