"I want Scheissenburg's fighters to escort the first wave of bombers and Squigglor's to escort the second. I don't care if any enemy forces escape. Just cripple those defenses. If you really fear those cannons will wipe out the bombers, then send in a few teams ahead of time to take them out. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now get your ass down there before I send it through the airlock."

Kursed smiled when she saw mechanics scramble frantically to check the bombers and load them with the explosives. For the first time in years, everything was going smoothly. When she left the Lylat system, she barely made it out alive. Now, she was back. Under her command were ten billion men and women, two million battleships, one million carriers, one hundred million tanks, ten million bombers, and fifty million fighters. She was going to do what Andross failed to do and conquer the entire system, establishing it as one big fortress. With Star Fox dissolved and Star Falco captured, nothing could stop her.

Kursed finished and put away her latest battle plans and left for her quarters.

"Hello, Foxy."

Lying on her bed was Fox Mccloud. She smiled as he shivered, trying desperately to disappear into the mattress. He was her lover, her pet, and her trophy. When he tried to get off the bed, she sat down and quickly wrapped her arm around him.

"Relax, Foxy." She cooed, "I know we had a rocky past, but history is to be learned from, not dwelled on. Once Corneria falls, we can begin our honeymoon. Just you and me, my pet."

Fox struggled with all his might, but he couldn't escape her grip.

"When are you going to learn you can't escape?"

"What happened to you, Krystal?" Fox asked as panic slowly began to set in, "What happened to that sweet girl I used to know, who wouldn't hurt a fly unless it was piloting an enemy fighter?"

"That sweet girl is still here." Kursed explained, "after you fired me in a misguided attempt to protect me, I was desperate for work. I needed food and shelter and neither of those were cheap. So I worked in the only place that would hire me, which was Star Wolf. Soon after, I was branded a traitor and forced to flee from the angry mobs.

I eventually learned a secret or two that allowed me to command the massive fleet that will have all of Lylat begging for mercy, just like they had me beg. Don't worry. I'm not mad at you anymore. I just want to begin again."

"What have you done with the others?"

"Let's see. Peppy was always mean to me. Sure, he pretended to be nice in front of others. Once he and I were alone, he would be incredibly nasty. He would pour dirt all over the floor and force me at gunpoint to clean it up with my tongue. He would insult my culture and my family and spit on me, always aiming for my face. It was quite amusing when he begged for his life. I made sure he choked to death on dirt and spit.

"My forces captured Star Falco. After a little 'enlightenment', I'm sure they'll 'willingly' aid my forces as we replace Corneria's corruption and hypocrisy with hard work and honesty. Fire seems to make the best cleanser when it comes to society's stains.

"As for Star Wolf, I can't say I didn't have a little fun. I dropped them off in one of Sauria's many jungles and hunted them down, beating Leon to death with my fists before I strangled Andrew, skinning him alive afterwards. I decided to spare Wolf and Panther after they both begged for mercy, going as far as to cry in fear once they saw what I did to Leon and Andrew. They work as slaves on this ship, hoping to one day earn their 'freedom'. Like I'd free those two."

Before Fox could struggle any further, Kursed forced herself on top of Fox and forced her tongue into his mouth. Fox tried to bite it, but quickly discovered that her tongue was incredibly tough. It was like biting a hard block of wood, if that block was slimy and constantly squirming.

"I'll show you how I got so powerful." She offered as she pulled her face away from his, "all you have to do is submit. All it'll take is for you to give in, to give our love one more chance to truly grow."

"And if I refuse?"

"It's not completely voluntary. Refuse for too long and you'll be forced to submit."

Fox weighed his options. He could give in now and get it over with. He would discover how she got so powerful, possibly using whatever he learns to escape. He could resist for a little longer, hoping she would give up before he does. That could lead to his freedom or his death, possibly both. In the end, he knew he couldn't resist forever. He knew Kursed was stubborn and had all the time in the world.

"I give up." Fox admitted, defeated, "I submit."

Before he could ask what she would do to him now, she grabbed his head and forced him into another kiss. This time, it felt like something was crawling out of her throat and into his. Before he could panic, whatever it was had crawled down his throat and into his stomach. A sharp pain followed as whatever it was began to pierce his stomach wall.

"What was that?" Fox asked as their faces separated.

"It's how I got so powerful. That pain in your stomach is just the insect injecting seeds and eggs into your bloodstream. Even if you back down now, it's irreversible. Let's get you dressed so that I can take you out for lunch."

Fox nodded as Kursed pulled her old loincloth out of her closet. After removing his pants, shirt, and underwear, she put the loincloth on him.

"Isn't this a nice change of pace, Foxy? Less than a month ago, you were just barely scraping by. Now you're going to marry one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy."

"I was happier when I was poor and miserable." Fox countered.

"That may be true, but you're no longer a mercenary. You're now nothing more than a trophy, won after a brief struggle and years of planning. Now our relationship can start again, this time without that stupid job of yours getting in the way."

"Funny, you used to like my job. You insisted I keep it because it made me who I am."

"I was blinded by love back then." Kursed countered as she grabbed Fox's hand and led him into the hall, "but now my love makes me stronger, not weaker. It was wrong of me to let you be the team patriarch. I should have worn the pants. I should have made you quit the team so we could start a new, simpler life on Sauria. It's a shame I didn't have the benefit of hindsight back then.

But now I call the shots. Your resistance will come crashing down once the roots reach your brain. You'll still have free will. Your decisions will only be influenced, just enough to prevent you from making any more catastrophic mistakes.

After lunch, I'll take you shopping. You need more clothes to show off your new submissive status."

-Brig-

Once again, Falco woke up screaming in agony. Ever since he was forced to swallow that bug, the pain had been growing in frequency and severity. It went from a slight tingling sensation two weeks ago to now feeling like a blender was tearing his insides apart.

"What is that?" he thought when he noticed many tiny bumps growing on his stomach. To his horror, tiny insects burst from his belly and began wrapping him in silk. Falco wanted to stop them, but was too weak to move on his own. Fueled by the pile of food the guards had left on the floor of Falco's cell, the insects continued to wrap Falco until he was completely cocooned a few hours later. Finished with their task, the insects laid their eggs in Falco's belly before crawling into his mouth to be digested later.