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"writing": "[b][u][center]A Starfox Adventures Parody\nChapter 11: Return to Sauria\nSponsored by Roureem\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe Arwing had a much smoother flight getting back to the planet than they’d had leaving it, though Fox kept getting his attention pulled from the various monitors and scanners to the curvy rump pressed right against his crotch. While he flew the ship, Krystal seemed eminently interested in working his ‘joystick’ with her rump. \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“What’s the matter, Fox?” she asked. \n\n“You know what’s the matter. Telepathic troublemaker.”\n\n“I am deliberately not reading your mind right now.”\n\n[i]Uh-huh, sure…[/i]\n\nEven if she wasn’t a mind-reader, he’d wager money that she could feel everything going on back there now. His cock was so hard in his pants, and he could feel how slick it was getting down there, too. All that grinding, all that sliding back and forth, and the sight of his clothed bulge barely avoiding grinding right against her other hole – \n\n[i]Fuck…[/i]\n\nShe’d been different ever since their coupling in the mines. He didn’t know what had changed, or why she was so much more…enthusiastic, but he had never seen her like this. It was hot, no doubt about it, but it was like she’d changed, or…maybe they had. He didn’t know, but – \n\n“Fffff…”\n\nHe clenched his hand all the tighter around the control stick for the Arwing as they broke atmosphere and the g-forces slammed her back against him. Oh, those cheeks were just spread around his bulge, and he could feel her wetness against his crotch, too. The little vixen had been enjoying every last second of the flight, grinding and sliding on him, teasing him, keeping him all pent up. \n\nDamn. \n\nDamn. \n\nDamn. \n\nFox forced himself to pay attention to the world zooming up to meet them, huffing and shaking his head as Krystal kept adjusting herself on his lap. If they’d been on the ground – \n\n[i]You’d what?[/i]\n\nThankfully, that was his own thought rather than Krystal’s. Either she really wasn’t reading his mind at the moment, or she was keeping herself rather quiet with all the little fantasies that were dancing around in his mind. The way that they had…enjoyed each other after dealing with Galdon had been intense, to say the least, and she’d switched things up and taken charge in a way that he hadn’t seen outside of a porno before. Oh, he’d had a few people interested in him who were willing to do all kinds of things, but that?\n\nThat was something new. \n\nAnd if they’d been on the ground, he would have wanted to take it further. With the way that she kept grinding on him, he kept wondering if her other hole would be something she’d be interested in trying. He wondered if she’d like to take it and feel how it was like to be on the other end of a breeding frenzy. He wondered…\n\nGods, he wondered so many things. \n\n[i]Later,[/i] he told himself. [i]Later, when we’re not at risk of crashing because all the blood flow’s down in your dick and you’re able to think with more than two brain cells.[/i]\n\nThankfully, his body was willing to accept that compromise, and the rest of the flight to Thorntail Hollow went without a hitch. He pulled the Arwing’s nose up as they passed over the clearing, turning the craft and hitting the brakes. It slowed, then began the gradual hovering descent to the same place as he’d landed before. No Sharpklaw in the area, thankfully, but that could change at any point. \n\nAs soon as the landing struts were out, Krystal stopped pushing back against him. Before he could wonder if she was doing it just to tease him or if had just been a bit of bracing herself, she looked over her shoulder. \n\n“I think we may both need to go…less clad for this one, Fox.” \n\n“What – oh, come on…”\n\nHe could feel it as soon as she shifted her weight. His crotch was completely soaked through, both with his juices and hers. The only consolation prize was that her loincloth – damaged as it was – had been likewise soaked through. He bit his lips, shaking his head as he imagined running across the planet in nothing but his briefs, if that, and – \n\nHe blinked. \n\n“Did you plan this?” Fox asked, fixing Krystal with a firm stare. \n\n“How in the world would I plan something like this? Do you think that [i]I[/i] want to run around with…”\n\n“…”\n\n“Alright. I may not have planned it, but I am not opposed to it, I will admit that. And it is only fair that, after you had such a view of me in the mines, you might be considerate enough to share the same with me.”\n\n“I thought nudity was just a casual thing to your people.”\n\n“…Things may change during contact with other cultures.”\n\n“…You’ve been getting pervier since looking in my mind, haven’t you?” Fox asked with a small smirk.\n\n“I will not dignify that with a response,” she said, though he didn’t miss the way that her mouth started to turn up in a smile before she cut it off. “But for now, let’s just…take them off and make sure that we have something clean to come back to.”\n\n“Fine, fine.”\n\nFox joined her in stripping down as they hopped out of the ship. There was a small sterilizer in the bottom of the Arwing, usually used for cleaning off samples from distant planets, but in this case, it would work well enough as a laundry machine. He bundled his vest, shirt, and pants into the chamber, as well as his boots. Krystal threw him her bra, her loincloth, and her sandals, and he left them in the little chamber, as well. \n\nOddly enough, he didn’t feel the embarrassment of nudity until he shut the chamber and it locked itself tight, sealed shut. He still had his briefs, though that was a small comfort compared to everything else being gone, particularly as all it took was one look at Krystal and – \n\nThrob. \n\nThrob. \n\nThrob. \n\nUp his cock went, rising against the white fabric and pushing forward more than enough to make itself visible. Fox refused to look down and acknowledge it, but Krystal did more than enough for both of them. The way that she looked down at his bulge, her eyes lingering on it for a full ten seconds before looking back up at him with the smallest, most knowing smile, was enough to make it even harder for him. Harder, stiffer, throbbing more than ever as she turned in place. All those curves did not make matters any easier, either. \n\nFox shook his head, doing his best to ignore his body’s urges as he stepped forward to stand beside her. The river ran at their feet, rushing away from the Hollow, and it was a comforting sound to listen to. However, it did nothing to answer the rather big question that he eventually had to ask out loud. \n\n“What are we supposed to do now?” he asked, doing his level best to keep his eyes above Krystal’s shoulders. “We went up there, we got rid of Galdon, we screwed with Scales’s operations, but now that we’ve done that, what next?”\n\n“Actually, Belinda Te gave me the answer to that.”\n\nFox blinked as Krystal pulled a jewel wrapped in stone from her other side. He didn’t know where she’d been carrying it – along with her staff – but he didn’t question it. The stone glimmered red and yellow, shining with a strange aura of power that even he could feel pulsing off of it. He ran his finger over the gem-face, shaking his head in disbelief. \n\n“What is that?”\n\n“She called it a Spellstone. Apparently, there’s four of them that belong on the planet, and they’ve been split between the four areas around the planet,” Krystal said, tucking the stone into her belt – the one garment she still had left. “If we get all four of them, and return them to the temples where they belong, it might be enough to pull the planet back into something resembling its original shape.”\n\n“…Just with that?”\n\n“…Perhaps.”\n\nThere was something that she wasn’t telling him, but at the same time, he didn’t want to push her on that. Particularly with the other questions that he had bubbling around the back of his head. He looked away again, trying to find the best way to ask what was on his mind. In the end, he decided he would just be blunt. \n\n“So, what changed with all the sex?” he asked. \n\n“I’m not sure I understand the question.”\n\n“Before Galdon, you might have been a little…flirty, showing off, but you weren’t exactly pushing to get fucked, or to have it, or…well, anything like that. You were just kind of treating it like one more thing that was on the table, something that you might or might not do. But ever since we fought that thing, you’ve been…eager. Eager in a very different way, and it’s…pretty fucking had to resist, I gotta say.”\n\n“…Is that so?”\n\n“Yeah. And it’s…been different than what I’m used to. Not bad,” he hurried to say. “But very different. I’m not used to someone else being so…in charge.”\n\n“You liked it.”\n\n“…Considering how sure you are of that, I’m guessing you were up here during our fun,” Fox said, tapping his head. “And fair enough on that. But at the same time, you have to know that wasn’t what you were like before. This is…kind of a big change. I guess I just want to make sure that you’re alright.”\n\n“I’m fine.”\n\nAnd that was said so fast that he knew that she wasn’t. It was the same kind of ‘I’m fine’ that he’d heard from other soldiers that really, really weren’t, who’d just found out how close they’d come to something more dangerous than they could process. \n\nAnd at the same time, he knew better than to push further. That was a rabbit hole of pain, suffering, and who knew what else that she would probably have to push through on her own. If she wanted to talk about it, he’d listen, but until then, he’d just keep it to himself and let her have her time as she needed. \n\nHe looked back at the river, trying to forget the fact that he was standing next to probably the most attractive female that he’d ever seen in his life. Fox didn’t know how he was going to forget that, particularly not with the fact that she was completely naked and he was standing there in nothing but his underwear and – yes, his boner was still there. Still very insistently there, as a matter of fact. \n\n“So…what next?” he asked. “Don’t suppose Belinde said where the temple was?”\n\n“The one for this one is in Moon Mountain Pass, or, at least, at the very end of it.”\n\n“Uh-huh. And where’s that?”\n\n“That…is where my knowledge ends, I confess,” the vixen admitted. \n\n“Which means we’re going to need a map. And that means –”\n\n“The shopkeeper.”\n\n“You met him?” Fox asked. \n\n“I see him in your mind.”\n\n“Yeah…he’s…a piece of shit, honestly.”\n\n“A piece of excrement…with a surprisingly long –”\n\n“I don’t want to remember that part,” Fox said, shaking his head and sighing. “But I didn’t have money last time, and he was…very insistent on getting what he wanted out of me.”\n\n“…Your memory implies you have maps.”\n\n“Not of that one,” he admitted. “I remember each and every one of the maps I bought, and I have something for a different temple, but not for the one that you’re talking about. He must have kept one in reserve, or something.”\n\n“I imagine that this is going to be a rather…awkward meeting with him.”\n\n“Yeah, but…well, at least there’s two of us this time,” he admitted. \n\n#\n\nAs soon as they stepped into the underground shop, the Shopkeeper appeared. Long, serpentine, with a lizard-like face and a hood over his head, he was as slimy and wretched-looking as he had been the first time. However, rather than giving Fox the same sort of leering eye as he had the first time the pilot had come to visit, he only had eyes for the naked vixen at Fox’s side. \n\n“Heh, looks like they’re letting all kinds of preds in these days,” the Shopkeeper said, slithering forward. “Or are you just letting all of them just have their fun with you?”\n\n“We’re here for a map of Moon Mountain Pass,” Fox said. \n\n“Eh, eh.” \n\nThe Shopkeeper waved him off, barely giving him any acknowledgement that he was even standing there. Instead, he started to slither around Krystal, though the vixen was smart enough to keep moving. The attempt to coil around her failed, though the Shopkeeper continued to lean too close to her for Fox’s comfort. \n\n“Mmm, maybe we can talk discounts for someone like you. Fuzzies aren’t my favorite, but you’re…different.”\n\n“I am not interested in discounts. Just the map that Fox already asked for,” Krystal said. \n\n“Map, map. Yes. I have that map. But I need payment for it.”\n\nFox clenched his hands into fists at his sides. The last time that he’d tried pulling his blaster, the damn Shopkeeper had whisked his weapon away before he could do anything with it. The fact that the strange alien could just teleport all over the place didn’t make things easier, either. There was no way to fight – \n\nExcept…maybe there was. \n\nFox looked at Krystal and thought at her. \n\n[i]He can teleport,[/i] Fox thought. [i]Can you track how he bounces around the place?\n\nI could.\n\nHow good are you at hand to hand, without the staff?\n\nServiceable, I would say.\n\nHeh…Follow my lead.[/i]\n\nFox tapped the Shopkeeper on the shoulder. When the serpent-lizard finally grumbled and looked him in the eye, Fox pointed back to the halls of maps. \n\n“I want that map. And I want you to give it to me for free.”\n\n“Free? Heh, you pay with your body. Or hers. Nothing’s free.”\n\n“Let me rephrase. I’ll get it for free, or I’ll beat the crap out of you.”\n\n“Heh. Fuzzy can’t do that.”\n\n[i]He’s about to teleport behind you,[/i] Krystal thought. \n\nFox cocked back his fist, and just as Krystal said, the Shopkeeper poofed. But this time, Fox was already turning, spinning, and when the Shopkeeper reappeared, he landed his blow right under the snake’s chin. \n\n“Gk!”\n\nThe reptile went flying backwards, barely managing to teleport to avoid knocking over some of his own merchandise. He still hit the floor with a hard landing, groaning as he slid toward the front of the shop. Shaking his head, the Shopkeeper rubbed his face, huffing under his breath. \n\n“Fuzzy getting above himself if he thinks he can just – ah…”\n\nFox rubbed the backs of his knuckles as he walked toward the Shopkeeper. He chuckled. \n\n“I don’t think that you can just take these away, can you?” he asked, holding his hands out. “Not a weapon that I’m holding anymore. Just a fist. And if I can hit you, then you’re in trouble, aren’t you?”\n\n“…”\n\n“So, are you going to give me that map for free?”\n\n[i]He’s going to teleport to me,[/i] Krystal thought. \n\n[i]Can you –\n\nYes. \n\nHeh. Go for it.[/i]\n\nFox took a step forward, and just as Krystal predicted, the Shopkeeper poofed. Fox turned, watching the smoke coalesce just behind the vixen, but before the reptile could grab her, Krystal dropped into a squat and kicked up. Her bare foot caught the reptile in the chin, and once more, he went flying. \n\n[i]He’s not done yet,[/i] she thought. \n\n[i]That’s fine. I think we can keep this up for a while.\n\nHe makes for a nice punching bag. \n\nYeah…it’s REALLY satisfying…[/i]\n\n#\n\nEventually, they were able to leave the shop with the map that they needed. The Shopkeeper slammed the door behind them, and Fox shook his head at his comrade. \n\n“I don’t think that he’s going to let us back in again,” he said. \n\n“I doubt that we need anything further from him.”\n\n“Eh, long as he doesn’t have any other maps we need, you’re probably right.”\n\nAnd at least now they knew where they had to go. Fox looked at the map, memorized the route, and nodded to himself before starting to tuck it away – \n\nThen he remembered his mostly-undressed state, and he blushed as he realized that it was either going to be stabbing down against his thigh, tucked against his (now rather sweaty) balls, or pushed down against the crack of his ass. He hesitated, then held the map out to Krystal. \n\n“You might want to take that until I can get my clothes back.”\n\n“How long until you can?”\n\n“Hours.”\n\n“Then we may as well move on.”\n\n“…Joy. I get to climb mountains in my skivvies.”\n\n“It could be worse. You could be doing it naked.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Though I admit that would be better for me.”\n\n“Let’s just get going.”\n\n#\n\nThe difference between the forests around Thorntail Hollow and Moon Mountain Pass was stark, to say the least. They went from lush vegetation to dark gray stone instantly. The cover of the forest branches were gone, and they could see straight up to the heavens…and a very dark heaven it was. \n\n“Holy…”\n\n“This…does not feel entirely natural,” Krystal muttered. \n\n“We were in [i]daylight.[/i] How is it night-time here?”\n\n“I…do not know.”\n\nThey could see the stars, the moon, everything from the pass, as if the place was wrapped in eternal night. The skies above were littered with meteors flying by, as well, and meteorites were regularly falling to the gray stone ground, creating craters that added to the pockmarked surfaces all around them. It was like stepping onto another planet. \n\nFox looked down at the map again. There was a path forward, and it wound up and toward the temple at the top of the mountain, but the more that he looked at it, the more that he wondered if anyone had been here in the past century or so. The whole place looked utterly obliterated compared to what it had once been, as if there had been settlements where the craters were, and…\n\nAnd more than that. A whole civilization, now gone. \n\nFox held the map out to the vixen, shaking his head. It was going to be a trek, that was for sure. \n\n“At least you still have the staff and its shield,” Fox said. \n\n“Are you going to be comfortable nestling so close…like this?” she asked, gesturing at herself. \n\n“Comfortable, yes. Soft? That’s going to be a different question.”\n\n“Try to nudge as little as possible.”\n\nShe’d changed again. Maybe there was something else going on now that he’d brought up the difference between the way that she used to be and the way that she was now. It was like the sensuality was no longer her comfort, no longer what she wanted. Self-consciousness? Or something more?\n\nHe didn’t know, but he hoped that she’d tell him when she figured it out. He had to know what was going on with his comrades, or he’d never be able to lead them properly. Or work with them, he supposed. \n\nJust as he was about to take a step forward, one of the meteorites changed course. Fox leaped back into the tunnel as the rock came down with an explosive thud, slamming into the ground hard enough to almost send him to the ground. He barely caught himself against one of the nearby rock walls, shaking his head. \n\n“Okay…keep an eye on the sky, then.”\n\n“Indeed,” Krystal said. \n\n“Shall we?”\n\n“Slowly.”\n\n“As slow as we dare…”\n\nThey left the small tunnel and crossed the crater-marked stretch of land leading to the next part of the rising path. Above them, the meteorites wobbled, and no less than four times they were forced to stop on the rising and falling path to shield themselves against the falling rocks. Every time, they were pressed close together, either with Krystal kneeling and him pressed to her with his crotch against her shoulder, or with her standing up and him pressed against her back and…well, her thighs were rather nice, he’d just leave it at that. \n\nBy the time that they reached the far side where the path started rising again, they were both jumpy and paranoid. They looked back at the heavens, then at the ruined land that they had just crossed. Fox shook his head. \n\n“I’ve seen less scarred battlefields than that.”\n\n“Me, too,” Krystal said, shaking her head. \n\n“How the hell is this mountain still standing?”\n\n“I would imagine the temple. The power that it puts out must be…substantial.”\n\nHe would have argued that, except that he had felt the spellstone, as well. It had something to it. Whether it was something scientific or something that they just couldn’t explain, he didn’t know. That was Slippy’s department. What he did know was that there was a lot that he didn’t understand, but he could function through that. He didn’t like it, but he could still function through it. \n\nFox looked back up the path. It wound back and forth along the mountainside, but something ticked at the back of his mind. Something that was just a little bit off, something – \n\nThunk. \n\nOne of the meteorites bounced off the upper part of the mountain, sending some debris falling. Fox had seen that happening several times from a distance, but this time, it was closer. His body’s instinct to seek shelter almost kicked in…then he stopped. \n\nAnd stared.\n\nAnd grinned. \n\n“Heh…well, that explains a lot,” he muttered. \n\n“What? What do you see?”\n\n“Look at the debris.”\n\nAs he pointed at it, Krystal looked up, and her eyes widened slightly. The rocks were falling, but they were falling slowly, too slowly to be normal. As they looked toward the mountain’s heights, it was more obvious; the rocks flying by it were slowed, dragged up a bit, the gravity that had been affecting them changed and lessened. \n\n“…I am going to try something,” Krystal said. \n\nBefore he could stop her, she jumped. He blinked, watching her soar upward, her powerful legs carrying her ten, twenty feet up in the air, only to stop at the crest of her jump. She floated there for another three, six, ten seconds before beginning a slow descent back to where she’d been standing. \n\nOf course, that meant giving him a view that he simply could not look away from. He hadn’t expected to find staring at her feet kind of sexy – even if they were covered in gray dust from their walk across the crater-field – but between her legs was a beautiful view, too. She had spread her legs when she jumped, showing off everything down there. That slight pink of her sex, the glimpse of her other hole between her cheeks, the way that everything looked so fine down there – \n\nWell, it made his briefs feel all the tighter, that was for sure. He bit his lips as Krystal landed beside him again, shaking her head in disbelief. \n\n“I have never felt something like this…”\n\n“Well, that makes getting up the mountain a bit easier, doesn’t it?” he said. \n\n“Yes. Let us climb.”\n\n#\n\nThey leaped up and over the winding path, fighting laughter and glee and the occasional bit of embarrassment the whole time. Krystal kept biting back giggles as the change in gravity made her breasts bounce and sway like something out of a zero-g porno, and Fox kept blushing as his balls and his cock tried to flop out of his briefs due to the way that nothing settled quite right in there. \n\nBut up they went until the switchbacks stopped and there was only a straight path leading up to the mountain summit. In the distance, Fox could make out some sort of structure, and he could only assume that it was the temple that they were supposed to be heading for. The entrance looked less than a half-mile off now, but between them and it – \n\n“Hang on a second,” Fox said as they reached a large stone wall, one that was littered with pictograms. “I want to take a look at this.”\n\n“Do you think that there are answers to your questions?” Krystal asked. \n\n“Maybe, but at the very least, it’s worth taking a picture of. This thing’s falling apart, and who knows how long it’s going to stay standing; I know that there’s plenty of people out there that’d pay good money for this sort of history.”\n\n“Money is not all that matters.”\n\n“Call it preservation, then.”\n\nFox took a few steps back, his eyes darting about the picture wall as he reached for his waist – \n\nAnd had the reminder, again, that he had left his belt and everything but his blaster back at the ship. He groaned, rubbing his forehead.\n\n“This…is so…”\n\n“Forget something, Fox?” Krystal asked, her tone just short of teasing. \n\n“Don’t start.”\n\nHe’d just have to remember to come back here. Considering the fact that there were other spellstones out there, he was sure that they’d have to come back eventually, and that time, he [i]would[/i] bring the damn communicator and its camera. He’d just have to hope that the wall remained standing until – \n\nFox paused, his attention snagged by one pictogram on the lower right of the wall. He cocked his head to the side as he walked closer, leaning down to get a closer look. \n\nAs he ran his fingers over the chiseled in pictograms, he realized that what he’d initially taken for dinosaurs in general were actually a specific tribe of them. He traced their picture a few times, shaking his head as he realized just which one they were talking about: the Sharpklaw. \n\n“Fox?”\n\n“This is Sharpklaw history,” he muttered, running his hand carefully along the rock. “And…it’s pretty…uh…pornographic, actually.”\n\n“Are you surprised?”\n\n“Kinda, actually.”\n\n“Why – oh.”\n\nShe must have been in his head, seeing what he was thinking and what he was reading. It was…surprisingly in-depth for pictograms, and fascinating enough that he was drawn to keep reading through it. \n\nThe Sharpklaw weren’t entirely native to Sauria. They had been on a moon that had orbited it at one point, and had come down when it had come crashing into the planet. The survivors from the impact had been forced to grow, to strengthen themselves on a planet that had more gravity than anything that they were used to, and more of the survivors had died as a result. \n\nThe fuck-meat thing was…surprising. It had started as a means for those that could not fight or hunt to be valuable. The ones that survived but weren’t strong enough to keep the tribes safe were kept as fuck-meat, ‘valuable’ for the pleasure that they brought the tribe. Used, rutted, broken in regularly, yes, but they were still kept alive when other tribes might have kicked their weak and ‘useless’ to the edge of society to die. Oddly civilized, he had to admit. \n\nThe history went on. Fuck-meat began to spread, going from the weaker members of the tribe to the captives that they took down in the lowlands. As they spread, they were more and more inclined to take captives rather than kill their opponents. For all that they were preds, they were more keen to find ways of finding value in others rather than just killing them. Despite their rough and brutal ways, it was clear that they were actually more attuned to the value of life than some of the other tribes. \n\nThen something happened. Something else came from the sky, and appealed to General Scales. Fox traced the lines of the last pictogram – \n\nBut there was nothing. The line just ended there, and the stone was jagged, cracked, like it had been broken off. \n\n“…Well, that’s not ominous at all,” Fox muttered as he got to his feet. “Still…kinda interesting, when you think about it.”\n\n“Certainly…thought-provoking,” Krystal added. \n\n“Are any of those thoughts contributing to the drip, drip, drip sound I’m hearing?”\n\n“…No.”\n\n“Are you lying to me?” he asked as he turned around with a small chuckle. \n\n“…I choose not to answer that,” she said, her cheeks just a trifle red as she turned back up the mountain path. “Shall we continue? The temple isn’t far now, and I’d like to be out of the rock rain.”\n\n“On that, we agree.”\n\nEven so, he couldn’t help but wonder two things. First, what had happened to the Sharpklaw that had turned them from a brutal but honorable species to something obsessed with conquest? Clearly someone had visited them, changed their values, but what? And when?\n\nSecond, what was going through Krystal’s head, and why was she so much more self-conscious than she had been? That was a change that he honestly didn’t understand, and he hoped she was okay. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Fox returns to Sauria with Krystal, and the pair of them get ready to head off to Moon Mountain Pass. \n\nTags: M/F, Mild Nudity, Teasing, Nudging, Occasional Grinding, Dinosaur Planet, Fox, Fox McCloud, Krystal, Vixen, Dinosaur, Star Fox Adventures, Starfox Adventures, Series, ",
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A Starfox Adventures Parody Chapter 11: Return to Sauria Sponsored by Roureem By Draconicon
The Arwing had a much smoother flight getting back to the planet than they’d had leaving it, though Fox kept getting his attention pulled from the various monitors and scanners to the curvy rump pressed right against his crotch. While he flew the ship, Krystal seemed eminently interested in working his ‘joystick’ with her rump.
“Mmmph…”
“What’s the matter, Fox?” she asked.
“You know what’s the matter. Telepathic troublemaker.”
“I am deliberately not reading your mind right now.”
Uh-huh, sure…
Even if she wasn’t a mind-reader, he’d wager money that she could feel everything going on back there now. His cock was so hard in his pants, and he could feel how slick it was getting down there, too. All that grinding, all that sliding back and forth, and the sight of his clothed bulge barely avoiding grinding right against her other hole –
Fuck…
She’d been different ever since their coupling in the mines. He didn’t know what had changed, or why she was so much more…enthusiastic, but he had never seen her like this. It was hot, no doubt about it, but it was like she’d changed, or…maybe they had. He didn’t know, but –
“Fffff…”
He clenched his hand all the tighter around the control stick for the Arwing as they broke atmosphere and the g-forces slammed her back against him. Oh, those cheeks were just spread around his bulge, and he could feel her wetness against his crotch, too. The little vixen had been enjoying every last second of the flight, grinding and sliding on him, teasing him, keeping him all pent up.
Damn.
Damn.
Damn.
Fox forced himself to pay attention to the world zooming up to meet them, huffing and shaking his head as Krystal kept adjusting herself on his lap. If they’d been on the ground –
You’d what?
Thankfully, that was his own thought rather than Krystal’s. Either she really wasn’t reading his mind at the moment, or she was keeping herself rather quiet with all the little fantasies that were dancing around in his mind. The way that they had…enjoyed each other after dealing with Galdon had been intense, to say the least, and she’d switched things up and taken charge in a way that he hadn’t seen outside of a porno before. Oh, he’d had a few people interested in him who were willing to do all kinds of things, but that?
That was something new.
And if they’d been on the ground, he would have wanted to take it further. With the way that she kept grinding on him, he kept wondering if her other hole would be something she’d be interested in trying. He wondered if she’d like to take it and feel how it was like to be on the other end of a breeding frenzy. He wondered…
Gods, he wondered so many things.
Later, he told himself. Later, when we’re not at risk of crashing because all the blood flow’s down in your dick and you’re able to think with more than two brain cells.
Thankfully, his body was willing to accept that compromise, and the rest of the flight to Thorntail Hollow went without a hitch. He pulled the Arwing’s nose up as they passed over the clearing, turning the craft and hitting the brakes. It slowed, then began the gradual hovering descent to the same place as he’d landed before. No Sharpklaw in the area, thankfully, but that could change at any point.
As soon as the landing struts were out, Krystal stopped pushing back against him. Before he could wonder if she was doing it just to tease him or if had just been a bit of bracing herself, she looked over her shoulder.
“I think we may both need to go…less clad for this one, Fox.”
“What – oh, come on…”
He could feel it as soon as she shifted her weight. His crotch was completely soaked through, both with his juices and hers. The only consolation prize was that her loincloth – damaged as it was – had been likewise soaked through. He bit his lips, shaking his head as he imagined running across the planet in nothing but his briefs, if that, and –
He blinked.
“Did you plan this?” Fox asked, fixing Krystal with a firm stare.
“How in the world would I plan something like this? Do you think that I want to run around with…”
“…”
“Alright. I may not have planned it, but I am not opposed to it, I will admit that. And it is only fair that, after you had such a view of me in the mines, you might be considerate enough to share the same with me.”
“I thought nudity was just a casual thing to your people.”
“…Things may change during contact with other cultures.”
“…You’ve been getting pervier since looking in my mind, haven’t you?” Fox asked with a small smirk.
“I will not dignify that with a response,” she said, though he didn’t miss the way that her mouth started to turn up in a smile before she cut it off. “But for now, let’s just…take them off and make sure that we have something clean to come back to.”
“Fine, fine.”
Fox joined her in stripping down as they hopped out of the ship. There was a small sterilizer in the bottom of the Arwing, usually used for cleaning off samples from distant planets, but in this case, it would work well enough as a laundry machine. He bundled his vest, shirt, and pants into the chamber, as well as his boots. Krystal threw him her bra, her loincloth, and her sandals, and he left them in the little chamber, as well.
Oddly enough, he didn’t feel the embarrassment of nudity until he shut the chamber and it locked itself tight, sealed shut. He still had his briefs, though that was a small comfort compared to everything else being gone, particularly as all it took was one look at Krystal and –
Throb.
Throb.
Throb.
Up his cock went, rising against the white fabric and pushing forward more than enough to make itself visible. Fox refused to look down and acknowledge it, but Krystal did more than enough for both of them. The way that she looked down at his bulge, her eyes lingering on it for a full ten seconds before looking back up at him with the smallest, most knowing smile, was enough to make it even harder for him. Harder, stiffer, throbbing more than ever as she turned in place. All those curves did not make matters any easier, either.
Fox shook his head, doing his best to ignore his body’s urges as he stepped forward to stand beside her. The river ran at their feet, rushing away from the Hollow, and it was a comforting sound to listen to. However, it did nothing to answer the rather big question that he eventually had to ask out loud.
“What are we supposed to do now?” he asked, doing his level best to keep his eyes above Krystal’s shoulders. “We went up there, we got rid of Galdon, we screwed with Scales’s operations, but now that we’ve done that, what next?”
“Actually, Belinda Te gave me the answer to that.”
Fox blinked as Krystal pulled a jewel wrapped in stone from her other side. He didn’t know where she’d been carrying it – along with her staff – but he didn’t question it. The stone glimmered red and yellow, shining with a strange aura of power that even he could feel pulsing off of it. He ran his finger over the gem-face, shaking his head in disbelief.
“What is that?”
“She called it a Spellstone. Apparently, there’s four of them that belong on the planet, and they’ve been split between the four areas around the planet,” Krystal said, tucking the stone into her belt – the one garment she still had left. “If we get all four of them, and return them to the temples where they belong, it might be enough to pull the planet back into something resembling its original shape.”
“…Just with that?”
“…Perhaps.”
There was something that she wasn’t telling him, but at the same time, he didn’t want to push her on that. Particularly with the other questions that he had bubbling around the back of his head. He looked away again, trying to find the best way to ask what was on his mind. In the end, he decided he would just be blunt.
“So, what changed with all the sex?” he asked.
“I’m not sure I understand the question.”
“Before Galdon, you might have been a little…flirty, showing off, but you weren’t exactly pushing to get fucked, or to have it, or…well, anything like that. You were just kind of treating it like one more thing that was on the table, something that you might or might not do. But ever since we fought that thing, you’ve been…eager. Eager in a very different way, and it’s…pretty fucking had to resist, I gotta say.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yeah. And it’s…been different than what I’m used to. Not bad,” he hurried to say. “But very different. I’m not used to someone else being so…in charge.”
“You liked it.”
“…Considering how sure you are of that, I’m guessing you were up here during our fun,” Fox said, tapping his head. “And fair enough on that. But at the same time, you have to know that wasn’t what you were like before. This is…kind of a big change. I guess I just want to make sure that you’re alright.”
“I’m fine.”
And that was said so fast that he knew that she wasn’t. It was the same kind of ‘I’m fine’ that he’d heard from other soldiers that really, really weren’t, who’d just found out how close they’d come to something more dangerous than they could process.
And at the same time, he knew better than to push further. That was a rabbit hole of pain, suffering, and who knew what else that she would probably have to push through on her own. If she wanted to talk about it, he’d listen, but until then, he’d just keep it to himself and let her have her time as she needed.
He looked back at the river, trying to forget the fact that he was standing next to probably the most attractive female that he’d ever seen in his life. Fox didn’t know how he was going to forget that, particularly not with the fact that she was completely naked and he was standing there in nothing but his underwear and – yes, his boner was still there. Still very insistently there, as a matter of fact.
“So…what next?” he asked. “Don’t suppose Belinde said where the temple was?”
“The one for this one is in Moon Mountain Pass, or, at least, at the very end of it.”
“Uh-huh. And where’s that?”
“That…is where my knowledge ends, I confess,” the vixen admitted.
“Which means we’re going to need a map. And that means –”
“The shopkeeper.”
“You met him?” Fox asked.
“I see him in your mind.”
“Yeah…he’s…a piece of shit, honestly.”
“A piece of excrement…with a surprisingly long –”
“I don’t want to remember that part,” Fox said, shaking his head and sighing. “But I didn’t have money last time, and he was…very insistent on getting what he wanted out of me.”
“…Your memory implies you have maps.”
“Not of that one,” he admitted. “I remember each and every one of the maps I bought, and I have something for a different temple, but not for the one that you’re talking about. He must have kept one in reserve, or something.”
“I imagine that this is going to be a rather…awkward meeting with him.”
“Yeah, but…well, at least there’s two of us this time,” he admitted.
#
As soon as they stepped into the underground shop, the Shopkeeper appeared. Long, serpentine, with a lizard-like face and a hood over his head, he was as slimy and wretched-looking as he had been the first time. However, rather than giving Fox the same sort of leering eye as he had the first time the pilot had come to visit, he only had eyes for the naked vixen at Fox’s side.
“Heh, looks like they’re letting all kinds of preds in these days,” the Shopkeeper said, slithering forward. “Or are you just letting all of them just have their fun with you?”
“We’re here for a map of Moon Mountain Pass,” Fox said.
“Eh, eh.”
The Shopkeeper waved him off, barely giving him any acknowledgement that he was even standing there. Instead, he started to slither around Krystal, though the vixen was smart enough to keep moving. The attempt to coil around her failed, though the Shopkeeper continued to lean too close to her for Fox’s comfort.
“Mmm, maybe we can talk discounts for someone like you. Fuzzies aren’t my favorite, but you’re…different.”
“I am not interested in discounts. Just the map that Fox already asked for,” Krystal said.
“Map, map. Yes. I have that map. But I need payment for it.”
Fox clenched his hands into fists at his sides. The last time that he’d tried pulling his blaster, the damn Shopkeeper had whisked his weapon away before he could do anything with it. The fact that the strange alien could just teleport all over the place didn’t make things easier, either. There was no way to fight –
Except…maybe there was.
Fox looked at Krystal and thought at her.
He can teleport, Fox thought. Can you track how he bounces around the place?
I could.
How good are you at hand to hand, without the staff?
Serviceable, I would say.
Heh…Follow my lead.
Fox tapped the Shopkeeper on the shoulder. When the serpent-lizard finally grumbled and looked him in the eye, Fox pointed back to the halls of maps.
“I want that map. And I want you to give it to me for free.”
“Free? Heh, you pay with your body. Or hers. Nothing’s free.”
“Let me rephrase. I’ll get it for free, or I’ll beat the crap out of you.”
“Heh. Fuzzy can’t do that.”
He’s about to teleport behind you, Krystal thought.
Fox cocked back his fist, and just as Krystal said, the Shopkeeper poofed. But this time, Fox was already turning, spinning, and when the Shopkeeper reappeared, he landed his blow right under the snake’s chin.
“Gk!”
The reptile went flying backwards, barely managing to teleport to avoid knocking over some of his own merchandise. He still hit the floor with a hard landing, groaning as he slid toward the front of the shop. Shaking his head, the Shopkeeper rubbed his face, huffing under his breath.
“Fuzzy getting above himself if he thinks he can just – ah…”
Fox rubbed the backs of his knuckles as he walked toward the Shopkeeper. He chuckled.
“I don’t think that you can just take these away, can you?” he asked, holding his hands out. “Not a weapon that I’m holding anymore. Just a fist. And if I can hit you, then you’re in trouble, aren’t you?”
“…”
“So, are you going to give me that map for free?”
He’s going to teleport to me, Krystal thought.
Can you –
Yes.
Heh. Go for it.
Fox took a step forward, and just as Krystal predicted, the Shopkeeper poofed. Fox turned, watching the smoke coalesce just behind the vixen, but before the reptile could grab her, Krystal dropped into a squat and kicked up. Her bare foot caught the reptile in the chin, and once more, he went flying.
He’s not done yet, she thought.
That’s fine. I think we can keep this up for a while.
He makes for a nice punching bag.
Yeah…it’s REALLY satisfying…
#
Eventually, they were able to leave the shop with the map that they needed. The Shopkeeper slammed the door behind them, and Fox shook his head at his comrade.
“I don’t think that he’s going to let us back in again,” he said.
“I doubt that we need anything further from him.”
“Eh, long as he doesn’t have any other maps we need, you’re probably right.”
And at least now they knew where they had to go. Fox looked at the map, memorized the route, and nodded to himself before starting to tuck it away –
Then he remembered his mostly-undressed state, and he blushed as he realized that it was either going to be stabbing down against his thigh, tucked against his (now rather sweaty) balls, or pushed down against the crack of his ass. He hesitated, then held the map out to Krystal.
“You might want to take that until I can get my clothes back.”
“How long until you can?”
“Hours.”
“Then we may as well move on.”
“…Joy. I get to climb mountains in my skivvies.”
“It could be worse. You could be doing it naked.”
“…”
“Though I admit that would be better for me.”
“Let’s just get going.”
#
The difference between the forests around Thorntail Hollow and Moon Mountain Pass was stark, to say the least. They went from lush vegetation to dark gray stone instantly. The cover of the forest branches were gone, and they could see straight up to the heavens…and a very dark heaven it was.
“Holy…”
“This…does not feel entirely natural,” Krystal muttered.
“We were in daylight. How is it night-time here?”
“I…do not know.”
They could see the stars, the moon, everything from the pass, as if the place was wrapped in eternal night. The skies above were littered with meteors flying by, as well, and meteorites were regularly falling to the gray stone ground, creating craters that added to the pockmarked surfaces all around them. It was like stepping onto another planet.
Fox looked down at the map again. There was a path forward, and it wound up and toward the temple at the top of the mountain, but the more that he looked at it, the more that he wondered if anyone had been here in the past century or so. The whole place looked utterly obliterated compared to what it had once been, as if there had been settlements where the craters were, and…
And more than that. A whole civilization, now gone.
Fox held the map out to the vixen, shaking his head. It was going to be a trek, that was for sure.
“At least you still have the staff and its shield,” Fox said.
“Are you going to be comfortable nestling so close…like this?” she asked, gesturing at herself.
“Comfortable, yes. Soft? That’s going to be a different question.”
“Try to nudge as little as possible.”
She’d changed again. Maybe there was something else going on now that he’d brought up the difference between the way that she used to be and the way that she was now. It was like the sensuality was no longer her comfort, no longer what she wanted. Self-consciousness? Or something more?
He didn’t know, but he hoped that she’d tell him when she figured it out. He had to know what was going on with his comrades, or he’d never be able to lead them properly. Or work with them, he supposed.
Just as he was about to take a step forward, one of the meteorites changed course. Fox leaped back into the tunnel as the rock came down with an explosive thud, slamming into the ground hard enough to almost send him to the ground. He barely caught himself against one of the nearby rock walls, shaking his head.
“Okay…keep an eye on the sky, then.”
“Indeed,” Krystal said.
“Shall we?”
“Slowly.”
“As slow as we dare…”
They left the small tunnel and crossed the crater-marked stretch of land leading to the next part of the rising path. Above them, the meteorites wobbled, and no less than four times they were forced to stop on the rising and falling path to shield themselves against the falling rocks. Every time, they were pressed close together, either with Krystal kneeling and him pressed to her with his crotch against her shoulder, or with her standing up and him pressed against her back and…well, her thighs were rather nice, he’d just leave it at that.
By the time that they reached the far side where the path started rising again, they were both jumpy and paranoid. They looked back at the heavens, then at the ruined land that they had just crossed. Fox shook his head.
“I’ve seen less scarred battlefields than that.”
“Me, too,” Krystal said, shaking her head.
“How the hell is this mountain still standing?”
“I would imagine the temple. The power that it puts out must be…substantial.”
He would have argued that, except that he had felt the spellstone, as well. It had something to it. Whether it was something scientific or something that they just couldn’t explain, he didn’t know. That was Slippy’s department. What he did know was that there was a lot that he didn’t understand, but he could function through that. He didn’t like it, but he could still function through it.
Fox looked back up the path. It wound back and forth along the mountainside, but something ticked at the back of his mind. Something that was just a little bit off, something –
Thunk.
One of the meteorites bounced off the upper part of the mountain, sending some debris falling. Fox had seen that happening several times from a distance, but this time, it was closer. His body’s instinct to seek shelter almost kicked in…then he stopped.
And stared.
And grinned.
“Heh…well, that explains a lot,” he muttered.
“What? What do you see?”
“Look at the debris.”
As he pointed at it, Krystal looked up, and her eyes widened slightly. The rocks were falling, but they were falling slowly, too slowly to be normal. As they looked toward the mountain’s heights, it was more obvious; the rocks flying by it were slowed, dragged up a bit, the gravity that had been affecting them changed and lessened.
“…I am going to try something,” Krystal said.
Before he could stop her, she jumped. He blinked, watching her soar upward, her powerful legs carrying her ten, twenty feet up in the air, only to stop at the crest of her jump. She floated there for another three, six, ten seconds before beginning a slow descent back to where she’d been standing.
Of course, that meant giving him a view that he simply could not look away from. He hadn’t expected to find staring at her feet kind of sexy – even if they were covered in gray dust from their walk across the crater-field – but between her legs was a beautiful view, too. She had spread her legs when she jumped, showing off everything down there. That slight pink of her sex, the glimpse of her other hole between her cheeks, the way that everything looked so fine down there –
Well, it made his briefs feel all the tighter, that was for sure. He bit his lips as Krystal landed beside him again, shaking her head in disbelief.
“I have never felt something like this…”
“Well, that makes getting up the mountain a bit easier, doesn’t it?” he said.
“Yes. Let us climb.”
#
They leaped up and over the winding path, fighting laughter and glee and the occasional bit of embarrassment the whole time. Krystal kept biting back giggles as the change in gravity made her breasts bounce and sway like something out of a zero-g porno, and Fox kept blushing as his balls and his cock tried to flop out of his briefs due to the way that nothing settled quite right in there.
But up they went until the switchbacks stopped and there was only a straight path leading up to the mountain summit. In the distance, Fox could make out some sort of structure, and he could only assume that it was the temple that they were supposed to be heading for. The entrance looked less than a half-mile off now, but between them and it –
“Hang on a second,” Fox said as they reached a large stone wall, one that was littered with pictograms. “I want to take a look at this.”
“Do you think that there are answers to your questions?” Krystal asked.
“Maybe, but at the very least, it’s worth taking a picture of. This thing’s falling apart, and who knows how long it’s going to stay standing; I know that there’s plenty of people out there that’d pay good money for this sort of history.”
“Money is not all that matters.”
“Call it preservation, then.”
Fox took a few steps back, his eyes darting about the picture wall as he reached for his waist –
And had the reminder, again, that he had left his belt and everything but his blaster back at the ship. He groaned, rubbing his forehead.
“This…is so…”
“Forget something, Fox?” Krystal asked, her tone just short of teasing.
“Don’t start.”
He’d just have to remember to come back here. Considering the fact that there were other spellstones out there, he was sure that they’d have to come back eventually, and that time, he would bring the damn communicator and its camera. He’d just have to hope that the wall remained standing until –
Fox paused, his attention snagged by one pictogram on the lower right of the wall. He cocked his head to the side as he walked closer, leaning down to get a closer look.
As he ran his fingers over the chiseled in pictograms, he realized that what he’d initially taken for dinosaurs in general were actually a specific tribe of them. He traced their picture a few times, shaking his head as he realized just which one they were talking about: the Sharpklaw.
“Fox?”
“This is Sharpklaw history,” he muttered, running his hand carefully along the rock. “And…it’s pretty…uh…pornographic, actually.”
“Are you surprised?”
“Kinda, actually.”
“Why – oh.”
She must have been in his head, seeing what he was thinking and what he was reading. It was…surprisingly in-depth for pictograms, and fascinating enough that he was drawn to keep reading through it.
The Sharpklaw weren’t entirely native to Sauria. They had been on a moon that had orbited it at one point, and had come down when it had come crashing into the planet. The survivors from the impact had been forced to grow, to strengthen themselves on a planet that had more gravity than anything that they were used to, and more of the survivors had died as a result.
The fuck-meat thing was…surprising. It had started as a means for those that could not fight or hunt to be valuable. The ones that survived but weren’t strong enough to keep the tribes safe were kept as fuck-meat, ‘valuable’ for the pleasure that they brought the tribe. Used, rutted, broken in regularly, yes, but they were still kept alive when other tribes might have kicked their weak and ‘useless’ to the edge of society to die. Oddly civilized, he had to admit.
The history went on. Fuck-meat began to spread, going from the weaker members of the tribe to the captives that they took down in the lowlands. As they spread, they were more and more inclined to take captives rather than kill their opponents. For all that they were preds, they were more keen to find ways of finding value in others rather than just killing them. Despite their rough and brutal ways, it was clear that they were actually more attuned to the value of life than some of the other tribes.
Then something happened. Something else came from the sky, and appealed to General Scales. Fox traced the lines of the last pictogram –
But there was nothing. The line just ended there, and the stone was jagged, cracked, like it had been broken off.
“…Well, that’s not ominous at all,” Fox muttered as he got to his feet. “Still…kinda interesting, when you think about it.”
“Certainly…thought-provoking,” Krystal added.
“Are any of those thoughts contributing to the drip, drip, drip sound I’m hearing?”
“…No.”
“Are you lying to me?” he asked as he turned around with a small chuckle.
“…I choose not to answer that,” she said, her cheeks just a trifle red as she turned back up the mountain path. “Shall we continue? The temple isn’t far now, and I’d like to be out of the rock rain.”
“On that, we agree.”
Even so, he couldn’t help but wonder two things. First, what had happened to the Sharpklaw that had turned them from a brutal but honorable species to something obsessed with conquest? Clearly someone had visited them, changed their values, but what? And when?
Second, what was going through Krystal’s head, and why was she so much more self-conscious than she had been? That was a change that he honestly didn’t understand, and he hoped she was okay.
The End
Summary: Fox returns to Sauria with Krystal, and the pair of them get ready to head off to Moon Mountain Pass.