Chapter 1, Fallen Angel
"The air, it even smells dirty" Fox thought
Fox looked around his surroundings, he was repulsed by the debauchery and sin that only the lowest of animal kingdom have to offer. He was in the heart of Kew planet, a criminal playground, with the dark wet streets lighted by gaudy bright colorful neon lights. There were drugs, guns, sex being sold in nearly ever street. But he remember while he came here, after he fired Krystal from the Star Fox, Krystal fled away to the cold alone outer space. Fox hurted her, badly. All he wanted was her to be safe, but all he really did was push her away from him. He left the Star Fox team looking for Krystal across the stars, eventually one of his informants told him where would Krystal would be. Fox wanted to see her so badly, makes things right. How he misses her fur brushes up against his, how her soothing voice calm his soul. Firing her was probably the stupidest he ever done in his life.
He found the address of the club that was given him, The Hot Suns. He went inside nothing but drunks, strobe lights, and strippers dancing. He was disgusted by the scent of Cheap beer and puke, his ears was blasted with Motley Crue's hit single "Girls, Girls, Girls" (Hey Hair metal can exist in my Fan Universe). He buried himself in his Trench Coat, so he wouldn't even touch any of these "fine gentlemen" of this club. He looked around here for 10 minutes, he asked the bartender while showing a picture of her.
"Oh you mean The Wild Sapphire" said the bartender. "Wild Sapphire? What does that mean" Fox thought. Before he can say anything, he then heard the loud DJ "One of our HOT, HOT, HOT, Stars is coming, introducing our newest star THE WILD SAPPHIRE!" Fox froze what he heard, "No, It can't be". But it was, as the sexy techno beat boomed the room, a trap door in the center stage, what arose up was Krystal and a pole, she was in a very tight and very revealing blue bikini that matches her fur, which almost made her, looked naked. She had well proportion natural breasts, and her fluffy tail poked out of her bikini bottom. Her neck wore a dog collar that was shackled with chains to a pole; the chains are long enough for dancing. She also wore a silver spiral arm bracelet on her left arm, and her gleaming Cerinian jewelry that she always wore before on her head. Fox couldn't believe it, Krystal is a stripper.
He just stood there staring at Krystal, he couldn't believe, he doesn't want to believe he felt sick, blaming himself for this. The young slender agile Cerinian fox vixen was swinging around the pole, spinning around, walking on four, she moved gracefully and beautifully. All her skills of agile fighting went into all in the dance floor, an ancient revered fighting style from a dead planet, now reduced to entertain a bunch of drunken perverts. That's probably annoyed Fox the worst, there was howling and screaming from all the people of the club, they all don't care about her caring nature, her fighting spirit, or her soul. He wanted to punch all of these freaks in the face for staring at Krystal. While everybody else was too damn busy staring at her breast and hips, Fox notices her face. Her face was saddened, her eyes were full of tears and half closed so she couldn't fully see where she is, what she become. Fox's heart sank deeper then ever before.
She was a fallen angel, where's the girl he knew a few month ago.
Author Note, Thank you for reading, and dont worry I plan to have Krystal to be a strong female character as the story goes now not just a dasmel in distress. this story may be large as 7 and 8 chapter