Chapter 1

News from the Pink

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

Fox McCloud's ears perked at the strange buzzing sound in his darkened quarters. Kissing the sweat damp fur of Krystal's neck, Fox thrust inside her a bit more deeply and asked, "Are you using a vibrator?"

Krystal, her tongue hanging out of her muzzle, drooling just a bit onto the mattress, shook her head and replied, "Don't need to."

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

Grunting as he finally managed to hilt himself in her, Fox kissed the back of her neck, pushing aside her damp purple locks with his nose. "Then what," another kiss, "Is making that," a nibble, "Damn buzzing noise?" he punctuated his question with a final kiss.

Krystal, despite wanting nothing more than to simply melt into the soft mattress of Fox's bed, managed to break herself out of her emerging sex haze and look over at the bedside stand. On it sat her and Fox's communicators and, to her dismay, Fox's was buzzing away. "Foxy?"

"Yeah?" His breath was hot on her neck as he reached between her body and the covers, grasping at her breasts as they pressed themselves into the sheets. Once he had a good a grasp, he pulled her up so she was sitting in his lap, with him on his knees. He sighed happily as Krystal's right hand migrated south to cup his balls.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

"I hate to say this but..." Krystal gasped as Fox pinched first her right nipple, than her left. "Ohhh goddesses."

"Mmmm, I love that you like that," Fox whispered in her ear. "Now, what did you want to tell me?"

Tail wiggling between them, Krystal pointed to the bedside stand. "Communicator. Yours."

Krystal regretted it the moment she said it, as Fox wilted behind her. Oh, he stayed nice and firm inside her, but she could feel all the stress that had been draining out of him the past hour beginning to flow back into him. "I'd love to ignore it but..."

"I know." Krystal reached back to cup his cheek ruff, giving him a glance that told him she understood. Slipping from his grasp she settled down on her side of the bed (something which still threw Fox for a loop every time he thought about it), not bothering to cover herself. She smiled at him and cocked her head towards the still buzzing communicator.

Sighing, Fox reached for it and answered the call, making it audio only. "McCloud."

"Fox? Why am I on audio only?"

The unmistakeable voice of Katt Monroe filled the room, making Fox smile despite himself. "Can't say. But what's up? You know Falco has a separate comm number."

"He does? What, you mean you gave him his private comm back?"

Fox chuckled, and then had to bat an exploring blue hand away from his crotch. "Y-yeah. Um, I hate to rush this but, what are you calling a-bbooout!" Fox threw a death glare at Krystal, who had gotten her hand back in position and started stroking his length with a loving, tender touch. "Stop it," he whispered fiercely back at her.

"You okay Fox?" Katt's voice asked him.

"F-fine." Fox shifted on the bed, setting his legs down on the carpeted floor, back turned to Krystal. "You were saying?"

Katt was silent for a moment, then asked, "Fox? Is Krystal there?"

"Hi Katt!" Krystal said, making her presence known as she pressed her chest against Fox's back. "Foxy-Woxy and I are kind of in the middle of something, so if you could make this quick?"

A giggle came over the commline, and Katt said, "Sure hon. I wouldn't deny you the zucchini for anything. I just wanted to let you know I'm gonna be heading your way tomorrow. Something came up on Fortuna and I think you're gonna be interested."

"A mission?" Fox's ears swiveled to focus entirely on the communicator.

"Like I said, something came up," Katt told him. "I'll fill you in on the details tomorrow. And, you should probably drop Peppy a line about it when you get a chance after we talk."

"Katt..." Fox said, feeling a growing knot of tension in his stomach. Peppy had assumed the rank of general about a month ago, replacing the aging and injured General Pepper, though Pepper continued advising Peppy as the hare managed the transition period.

"Hey, I'll tell you tomorrow," Katt told him, her tone brooking no argument from the tod. "Now, get back to that sweet love making you two were in the middle of. Catch ya later stud." And with that the commlink terminated from Katt's end.

Sighing, Fox ended the call on his end, then turned back to see Krystal giving him one of her don't-even-think-it looks. Smiling, Fox got his feet back into bed, then pushed her down onto the covers. Settling the tip of his length against her warm, wet folds, Fox smirked and said, "Now, where were we?"

Morning came too fast.

"It is now 05:30 hours Corneria City Standard Time. This is your wake up call Fox McCloud."

The tinny, artificially modulated voice of ROB 64, the Great Fox II's pilot and operations AI sounded through the ship's intercom in Fox's quarters. Groaning, Fox swung his legs out of bed and tapped the response button. "Thanks ROB, I'm up."

"Good morning Fox, would you like the night watch report?"

Glancing behind him at the still slumbering form of his magical blue space vixen, Fox shook his head. "Give it to me when I get up to the bridge."

"Affirmative. Will there be anything else?"

"Can you have the coffee running?" Fox asked absently, his gaze and attention fully on the gentle rise and fall of Krystal's chest as she slept.

"Affirmative."

"That'll be all then ROB. Thanks." Fox switched off the intercom, then got out of bed and headed for the shower. He looked between the standard sonic shower, and the more luxurious water shower. Ordinarily he restricted himself to sonic showers, but after last night? Sniffing himself Fox nodded. "Water it is."

Turning the knob to set the temperature, Fox grabbed a towel from the linen drawer and set it on the counter top. Once the shower was steaming warm he stepped in, no undressing necessary. He'd fallen asleep in his birthday suit once he and Krystal were done with each other.

Feeling the warm water blasting and trickling down his fur, Fox let out a happy breath. He and Krystal were together. After a year of waiting, shyly dancing around an attraction he'd never dared hope was mutual, he'd finally bitten the bullet and admitted how he felt once they'd gotten back to Corneria following the battle against the Aparoid Queen. It had been a close thing, that battle, and more than once Fox had been convinced none of them would get out alive. Through it all though Krystal had been his rock, the blue vixen standing by his side and keeping him confident that they would come through this with another win under their belts. And we did win, Fox thought to himself. In more ways than one.

Lathering himself up with soap, Fox did a quick rinse, then repeated the process, wanting to make sure and avoid leaving any remnant of the tell tale musk of sex. Krystal would be a bit irritated at him for it, since in her culture that scent had far fewer taboos surrounding it. Really though, the last thing Fox needed was Falco making some snide remark because of it.

Shower completed Fox shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing the towel and doing his best to dry out his hair and fur. He'd need the fur drying station though, no two ways about it. Tossing the towel in the laundry Fox went for the fur drying station, and hoped Krystal didn't catch him at an inopportune moment.

In the bedroom Krystal stirred. She sensed a curious and disturbing lack of a warm, fuzzy body next to her in bed. Eyes opening she listened to the sound of the shower running, a frown on her face. Couldn't he let her enjoy their scent on each other before he showered it all off? Oh well, she knew Fox didn't mean anything by it, even if her dear mother would have been appalled. What is it she used to say? A man with your musk is a man you can trust.

For a moment Krystal found herself caught up in bittersweet memories of her home and her family. The happiness she had felt, and that Andross had taken away. No one but her had survived Cerinia's destruction, and now it was just an ever expanding cloud of asteroids orbiting her system's sun. At least she had Fox now, and her friends. She was slowly building a new life for herself. She knew her family would be happy for her in the Celestial Realm, where they were no doubt still trying to put out the fires of her mother's latest streak of exhibtionism with her father.

Shaking away the memories before she drowned in nostalgia, Krystal's frown turned to a smile as she noticed the sound of the fur drying station. Slipping out from beneath the covers, Krystal headed straight for the bathroom. She reached for the door control and, without knocking, let herself in. She nearly burst out laughing at the sight that greeted her. "Foxy! What are you doing?"

Fox looked at her, his expression like that of a beast caught in a car's headlights. His hands were cupping his balls, though nowhere near as sensually as hers had last night. He was still glistening with shower water from head to toe, so he hadn't been there long. She half expected it to start evaporating into steam when she saw the blush on his face. "Ummm...drying off?"

"With your balls in your hands?" Krystal strutted further into the bathroom, a bemused look on her face.

Still blushing, Fox explained, "I'm sorry, it's just, they're the hardest part of the male anatomy to get dry."

"Mmhmm. Well, if you'd like to be alone..." Krystal trailed off leadingly.

Fox grunted and moved his hands. "No. You can take a shower."

"Not just yet." Krystal made her way over to him, then pulled him close to her. "Smell my scent?"

Fox breathed in through his nose, a happy look on his face. "Musky vixen."

"Thanks to you, love." Krystal pecked him on the cheek. "Next time give me a chance to enjoy it too?"

Returning her kiss, Fox said, "I promise. Now go take a shower, stinky vixen."

Smacking him lightly on the chest, Krystal shook her head and muttered, "Lylatians, no respect for natural scent."

Fox just made a show of holding his nose, to which Krystal responded by grabbing his discarded towel from the laundry and throwing it at him. This was followed by the pair of them giggling to each other as Krystal got in the shower. Time to get ready to face another day.

"Katt? Here? I better hide my porn collection," Falco said, looking miffed at the thought of the pink feline coming aboard the Great Fox II. Somehow Fox got the feeling that, even on a Dreadnought like the II, there would be nowhere he could escape the sounds that always followed a reunion between the pink feline and the blue pheasant.

"Why?" Fox asked, glancing curiously at his avian best friend as they strode down the corridor leading to the launch bay. "Not like she doesn't go through eight batteries a day on her own."

"Yeah, well, she gets jealous," Falco replied, shrugging his shoulders. "What can I say? When women want me, they don't like to share me."

"Sure Falco," Fox replied, sharing a look with Krystal.

"All I can say," Slippy chimed in, "Is you need to come up with a better password for it than you have right now. 124 is not secure."

"What do you mean it ain't secure?" Falco looked down at the diminutive, but impeccably clear skinned toad, in disbelief. "It's freaking genius. They think it's gonna be 123, so they try that, and when it isn't, they'd never think that it could be 124, that would just be too obvious. I'm hiding in plain sight."

Sighing and looking pained, Slippy said, "That isn't how computer security works Falco."

Shaking his head, Fox tapped the button to open the doors to the launch bay. They stepped in, glancing towards the atmospheric shield as the Catspaw flew in as gracefully as expected with a feline at the controls. The old Invader-class fighter had seen some upgrades from what Fox could tell. He could spot the extra glow of an FTL drive on the back, and the coloring had been updated from the more subdued magenta, to a blazing hot pink.

The ship settled in one of the docking ports reserved for visiting ships, and the engine powered down with a soft, but noticeable whine. Once the engine had stopped and been given a moment to cool, the canopy popped open and Katt Monroe, in all her pink furred, platinum blonde glory hopped down, landing on the deck without a sound. Tossing her headset back into the cockpit, she strutted across the empty space separating her from the Star Fox team. Stopping in front of Fox, she gave him an appraising look, and then said, "You look better than you did last time I saw you."

"I do?" Fox asked, wondering what she meant.

"More relaxed. Less tightly wound," Katt explained. Then she looked over at Krystal, her best friend in all the world, and jumped right into the vixen's waiting arms. "Kryssy!" The pink feline planted a big, long, lingering kiss on the blue vixen's muzzle, which had Fox blushing and Falco staring, while Slippy just headed over to the Catspaw to get a look at the new upgrades. Pulling back from the kiss, Katt said, "Missed ya blue. So, you keeping Fox's plumbing nice and clean?"

Giggling, Krystal's tail wagged behind her. She'd long ago gotten used to Katt's overly affectionate nature when it came to her. Foxy didn't mind, he knew there was nothing there but Katt's typical outrageousness and Krystal's ever present flirtatiousness. Those two would do anything to get a blush from him. "Oh yes. Not a night goes by that he isn't draining the pipes."

Katt grinned and looked back at Fox. "Oh you lucky boy. You have no idea how much I'd love to get into this vixen's panties."

"You certainly tried your hardest," Krystal replied, sneaking an appreciative look at the pink feline's bottom. "Have you been doing squats?"

"Mmm. Sure have." Katt's gaze went to Falco, who was standing there looking expectant. "What do you want?"

Falco shook his head and walked up to her. "Nothin'. Just admiring the view."

"I'll let you admire it in more detail later, little man," Katt promised him. "In the meantime, we have some business to discuss. Where's the briefing room on this new boat?"

"This way," Fox said, motioning back towards the door to the central corridor. "Slip!"

There was a clang, followed by Slippy yelling, "Yikes!" before emerging from beneath the Catspaw. "I like the upgrades Katt. Though I think I could get you some more efficiency in your warp propulsion matrix, if you don't mind me working on it?"

Katt nodded and leaned down to plant a kiss on Slippy's brow. "I'd love it if you did that sugar."

Slippy blushed but managed not to stammer when he replied, "No problem."

The five of them headed back down the central corridor, and Katt said, "This ship looks almost identical you know."

"It is the exact same class," Fox answered. "Though with all the latest technology. She's actually a tiny bit more advanced than the one we took to the Aparoid homeworld."

"You got lucky with Pepper," Katt said, purring as Falco sidled up next to her and wrapped a prehensile wing around her waist. "He was always a softy for you, even if he tried never to let on."

Stepping into the turbolift, Fox said, "Briefing room." The lift kicked into motion.

Katt, noticing the tight quarters they were in, took the opportunity to rub her posterior up against Falco's crotch. Ever the tease was she. Falco grunted and tried to push her away, which only made Katt rub harder. When the lift doors opened again Katt sauntered out, and threw a wink back at Falco, letting the bird in on her intentions as clearly as possible.

A few meters down the hallway was the briefing room. Fox led the way in, and then took a seat at the head of a triangular table. On the walls surrounding them were various monitors and holographic displays, all of them on standby and displaying the Star Fox logo. Resting his hands on the shiny metal table, Fox looked to Katt, who had taken a seat to his left, and asked, "So, what is it exactly that you're here to tell us about?"

Leaning back a bit in her chair, Katt answered, "You guys remember Oikonny right? You know, the guy you all toasted in about six minutes flat, right before the Aparoids invaded." Heads all bobbed in recognition. "Well, turns out he may or may not be alive. There have been some sightings on Fortuna and the local rumor mills are going crazy."

"Why? Not like Oikonny was that big a deal," Falco said, his characteristic blasé attitude shining through.

Katt sighed, her tail lashing behind her. "Oikonny is a rallying cry. A symbol for people still discontented with the way things were going before Andross, and the way Corneria handled it afterwards. He might not have a fleet anymore, but as long as he's alive, he's a threat. Even if he is kind of an idiot."

"I agree." Fox nodded, glad to see he and Katt were on the same wavelength. Andrew Oikonny was the nephew of the evil emperor and maniacal scientist, Andross. As far as Fox was concerned, that made him guilty by association. "Do we have any idea where he's hiding?"

Katt shook her head. "My sources can't say. All I know is that he's been sighted a couple of times in the less reputable sections of Fortune City. My guess, he's working the criminal networks there to start building up another fleet. And given the state of the Cornerian Defense Force right now..."

"Game over," Krystal said, entering the conversation for the first time. "I must say, Oikonny and Andross certainly seem to have a way with mercenaries and low lifes. Just how many ships do you think he could acquire?"

"A lot," Falco answered before Katt could. "I rolled with Katt and the Hot Rodders long enough to get a sense for the underworld in Lylat. Trust me, they have plenty of firepower Corneria and the other planetary governments don't know about."

"He's right," Katt agreed. "He could probably scrounge up close to fifty, maybe sixty ships. Might not be enough to get through Corneria's defense grid, even given its current state, but it would be more than enough to cause havoc all across the space lanes."

Fox remained silent for a moment, considering everything that had been said. "Alright. I'll contact Peppy and see about making the arrangements for an op on Fortuna. In the meantime, Slippy, go ahead and refuel Katt's fighter, and do any refits she needs or wants. The rest of you, the day is yours. It'll take us at least twelve hours to get to Fortuna from here. Sound good?"

"Sounds purrfect," Katt responded, her eyes immediately meeting Falco's. The avian gave her a cocky grin as everyone filed out of the briefing room.

Katt paused in the doorway, and motioned for Falco to go on ahead of her. Stepping back into the briefing room, Katt said, "Hey Fox?"

"Yeah?" Fox looked over at her, pausing in his reach for the comm panel.

"Maybe don't tell Peppy that I'm in on this?"

Fox groaned. "Oh no. What is it this time?"

Biting her lip for a moment, Katt answered, "I may or may not have been involved in a...sub-legal transaction for a shipment of weapons to a group of concerned citizens on Fortuna last month."

"Aii." Fox ran his hands down his muzzle, pulling at the fur briefly. "They haven't killed anyone, have they?"

"Not to my knowledge, no," Katt replied, her voice a bit sheepish. "Look, they just wanted to be able to protect their homes and families. There are a lot of isolated settlements on Fortuna, and they're even more isolated after Oikonny and the Aparoids trashed the planet's comm lines and nearly leveled Fortune City. I just, I couldn't say no to that."

Leaning back in his chair and glancing up at the ceiling, Fox replied, "And you're sure they aren't linked to any known terrorist groups operating out of Fortuna? Simian Sunrise? Fortunate Sons? Or any of the big crime syndicates?"

Katt shook her head vigorously. "I checked. No known affiliation. They just wanted to be able to defend themselves."

"And what exactly did you sell them?" Fox wanted to know. He looked directly at her. "Small arms? Explosives?"

"Small arms." Katt paused and reconsidered. "Mostly."

"Goddammit."

"I gave them one homing launcher. Not even a current one," Katt said, looking defensive. "They needed something for anti-air capacity."

"Anything else?" Fox gave Katt a death glare, letting her know the exact level of bull crap he thought that last answer was.

Gulping visibly, Katt shook her head. "Nothing else. It was all just standard issue blasters. Nothing illegal to own, assuming you have the permits."

"Except the homing launcher," Fox reminded her. "Alright. I understand why you did it, but I'm still gonna have to tell Peppy. He's going to want to know where I got this intel, and he's not going to take "anonymous" sources as an answer." Katt looked stricken. "But, I'll also tell him that you're absolutely vital to the mission, and that you've promised not to sell weapons to 'concerned citizens' ever again. Deal?"

"Deal." Katt replied, a big smile lighting up her tan muzzle. "Oh Fox I could kiss you for this."

Blushing just a bit, Fox rolled his eyes. "Save it for Falco. I think he needs it more. Now scoot, I gotta call Peppy." And I am not looking forward to explaining you to him. Again.

"...and you have a meeting with President Vulpine at two o'clock, followed by a meeting with senior lawmakers of the intelligence committee until two forty-five, and then an appointment with the Secretary of Defense at two fifty."

Peppy's ears wilted as he listened to his assistant drone on about his schedule. Not for the first time he was cursing himself for having agreed to this. Oh, it wasn't as if he hadn't known just what he would be getting into. On the contrary, he'd been fully aware just how difficult being the highest ranking military officer in an entire star system would be. No, what killed him was the fact that he had known about all the headaches, and he'd said yes anyway. Peppy looked at his assistant, a young male hound named Alec who, for a moment, Peppy thought looked a bit like Pepper had in his youth. "When is lunch?"

"I have that scheduled for two forty-five until two fifty."

Peppy stared, then nodded. Right. Of course. Heaven forbid he be allowed to take a break. Peppy had slept about six hours in the past two days. The Aparoids had left a mess all over Lylat, and even if all the blasted bugs had self-destructed, Corneria and the other worlds of Lylat were still picking up the pieces. Before he could say anything in response, the comm panel on his desk started beeping. Tapping the answer button, Peppy smiled at the young lieutenant that appeared above the holoprojector. "General Hare? We're receiving a message from Captain McCloud sir, you said any communications from him should be considered top priority."

"Send it through immediately," Peppy ordered. It would be good to speak to Fox, even if he could only spare a few minutes. Alec looked disapproving, and Peppy motioned for him to leave. Alec saluted and exited, tail tucked between his legs, likely worrying about the fact that the general had seen the look on his face. Alec had one fault, his addiction to schedule. Peppy had chosen him for that exact reason, since he knew he would need someone to remind him of the structure inherent to the military, something almost totally absent on Star Fox. Alec kept him on his toes and on schedule, and for that Peppy didn't mind putting up with an occasional bit of attitude.

"Sending it through now sir," the lieutenant said.

A second later the image changed and Peppy smiled broadly at the sight of Fox McCloud. "Fox! How are things holding up out there?"

"Pretty good Peppy," Fox said, returning the smile five fold. "I take it they're keeping you busy down on Corneria?"

"And on Macbeth. And Fichina. Aquas. Zoness. You name it, they're sending me out on tours." Peppy shook his head and heaved a sigh. "Can't believe I chose this over retirement."

Fox chuckled. "I can."

Running a hand over his mustache, Peppy said, "You think I just can't stop, don't you?"

"It's who you are Pep," Fox answered. "You've never been able to say no to a tough job."

Glancing briefly out of the window in his office, Peppy looked at the image of Corneria City. Battered and ruined in some areas, but filled to the brim with construction equipment and a bustling population pulling together to do whatever it took to rebuild. And Peppy had been given one of the most important tasks of all: rebuilding the Defense Force that would keep those people safe. And, hopefully, rebuild it in such a way that would keep them far safer than they had been in the past. "I suppose you're right." Peppy turned back to look at Fox's hologram. "Now, did you call for a chat, or is something happening that I need to know about?"

Fox's image frowned. "I wish I could say it was just to chat, but actually, something has come up."

Peppy listened intently as Fox filled him in. The details seemed sketchy, sketchy enough that he doubted anyone in intelligence would be interested in looking into this on their own. A few unconfirmed sightings of a man thought definitively dead did not make a reliable lead. More than likely anyone in intel who had heard this had put it down to post-Aparoid, post-Oikonny hysteria and moved on. But then, that was why the Cornerian Defense Force kept teams like Star Fox on retainer. "Sounds like it could be a problem. And one I wouldn't mind having you look into. We're stretched for assets at the moment, but I'll do my best to have backup available if anything goes wrong."

"Don't worry Pep, I know how things operate. Star Fox is used to doing most of the work solo," Fox replied.

That brought a smile to Peppy's face. "Where did you get this information, by the way?"

Fox's ears tipped back for a moment, and he said, "Well, funny story there..."

As Fox recounted to Peppy what Katt had told him, Peppy's smile evaporated, and he felt just about ready to start steaming at the ears. He loved Katt dearly, she'd helped them out of jams, and been a rock for Falco when he needed one. If Star Fox had been a family, which he knew it was for most of them, then Katt was certainly the crazy cousin of the group. Always doing something she shouldn't be. It infuriated him to no end, but at the same time, he respected her and knew that he could trust her not to do anything totally unethical. Katt Monroe may not have always followed Federation law and, in many cases, she had flouted it completely, but she always stuck to her own personal code of ethics, and sometimes that made all the difference in a tough situation. "I'm not happy Fox."

"I know." Fox looked almost as if he were preparing for a scolding.

"But I agree with you that she'll be important to the mission." Peppy removed his glasses for a moment to rub at his eyes. "You agree to keep an eye on her for this mission, and that's fine. I'll smooth things over with the Fortunan authorities. Assuming it comes up. Hell, what am I talking about?" Peppy put his glasses back on.

"The way things are on Fortuna, I doubt anybody noticed what she did. Just, like I said, keep an eye on her?"

Fox nodded, looking serious. "I always do. I don't think we're going to have to worry though. When it comes to dealing with anyone associated with Andross or the Venomians, Katt's as straight as an arrow in wanting to bring them to justice."

"True," Peppy conceded. "I'll get you all the clearances you need. And I'll be expecting to debrief you personally. Understood?"

"Understood." Fox smiled then. "It's good to still be working with you Pep."

Peppy smiled back. "Keep in touch. Peppy out."

The transmission terminated and Peppy sat back in his chair. "Alec?" The hound returned quickly enough that Peppy briefly wondered if he would have to add eavesdropping to the young officer's list of faults.

"Yes sir?"

"Contact Bill Grey and Bulldog Squadron, tell them I may have something for them in the near future. Then we better get going, don't want to keep Agnus waiting."

Alec nodded, making a note on his tablet. Peppy stood up and tugged on his uniform coat. Time to get back to work.

A/N: Well, for those of you who might be wondering, the reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. I am alive, and I am working on stories. A few, actually. This is one of them. It's a very short story, it'll only run three chapters. It has a plot, but it's a simple, straight forward one. This story is really more of a character piece to get everything set up for another story I intend to do in the Canonical timeline. What that story is will probably be pretty obvious by the end of this story.

Also, there's nudity and sex and blah blah blah...and yes, I started the story with sex. Fear not, I do care about my writing. And it'll be rated M, so no worries there.

First Generation is still in progress. I've done quite a bit of editing/some changes for the first five chapters, and I'm now going to be moving on to the new stuff. Like all my future stories, including this present one, I will be completing it in its entirety before posting. So you guys have a while to wait yet. Worry not, I have other ideas for one shots that'll be coming in between.

Anyway, I'll wrap this one up for now. I'll be posting this story one chapter a week from now until it's done. So, like, two weeks. Hopefully y'all enjoy it, and there's more to come in the future. Until next time...

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