Prologue, part 3
Evening settled on the Cerinian city, the stars and twin moons coming out in full light. Inside the home of Krystal's family, the party guests had left. The only one that remained was Rena. Both she and Krystal were still catching up. Steven, on the other hand, had his hands full with her parents. Seeing him as a potential boyfriend for their daughter, Randorn decided to size him up, before allowing him to see her further. Sapphira found him to be charming enough, but Randorn was more stubborn than his wife, and the Ultra/vulpine was a little uncomfortable under his gaze as they sat in the den. It was spacious, with a large fireplace and a painting above the mantle place. Both of them were in large chairs, lined with a red, velvety cloth in front of the crackling fire. Steven shifted in his seat under Randorn's hard gaze, the other vulpine had the armrests in an iron grip. Sapphira came from a hallway behind Randorn, carrying a tray with three cups and a pitcher, each made of a red clay, and having intricate patterns on them. Setting the tray on the small table in between the two men, Sapphira set a cup in front of both her husband and poured from the pitcher into the cups a red liquid. Steven said his thanks to Sapphira, while she smiled in acknowledgement. Randorn never took his gaze off of Steven. Sapphira poured herself some of the wine, and reclined onto the sofa directly in front of the fireplace, watching the two men. She saw that Steven shifted uncomfortably under her husband's hard gaze, and cleared her throat slightly to gain their attention. Steven turned his head towards her, while Randorn only shifted his eyes at her. "Krystal told us that you've worked with her, while she was part of the, uhm, mercenary business." He heard Randorn inhale sharply at that. Apparently her telling her parents about her time with Star Fox had not set well with him.
"Well, I wasn't exactly part of the team itself. I've only worked with her occasionally."
"And it was also through you that she found out that we were still…alive." Steven nodded. "But tell me, how did you know?" Steven was afraid he's be asked this. He knew that Krystal never told them about his being an Ultra, but to be cornered like this,
"Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you," Steven said with a nervous chuckle.
"Oh, I think we can handle anything. Right dear?" Sapphira looked at her husband, but he still kept his gaze on Steven. "Randorn, will you stop watching him like a hawk? You're making our guest uncomfortable."
"I don't care. Anyone wanting to court my daughter will need my permission first, and even then…" He let the sentence hang in the air as he watched Steven's reaction. At first he was surprised, then his expression softened a bit.
"I-I wasn't looking to court your daughter, sir." Steven said.
"Oh, no? Then what are you still doing here?" Randorn asked.
"Because your daughter invited me here."
"Of course she did. She invites any boy she likes to my home. Only they have to be approved by me before they can get another step further in his relationship with my daughter." Steven looked to Sapphira for support, but looked away. "I don't know what kind of relationship you have with her. I don't even know if you've slept with her yet," Steven felt his breath catch in his throat when he heard that, "But I want to make one thing perfectly clear; no matter who you are, no matter what it is you do, you break my daughter's heart, I will make you suffer in ways you cannot begin to imagine." Randorn leaned forward as he spoke. "Having that said," he leaned back and took something of a more lax demeanor, even allowing a slight smile to play along the corners of his mouth. "I believe that any man escorting my daughter home, is worthy of some reward," Randorn spied his cup and brought it up to his lips, drinking it. He noticed that Steven had not touched his. "You should drink up. This is very fine wine, you know," he said with a broader smile. Steven returned it and drank of his as well. Randorn lowered his cup as he pondered. "Now, as to that reward…" Steven was hardly paying attention as he drank. "I know, you'd like my daughter's hand in marriage, wouldn't you?" Steven choked on his wine as he sputtered, the liquid almost spilling everywhere.
"Randorn," Sapphira started.
"What?" he asked, turning to his wife with a puzzled look. "You think our daughter isn't good enough, especially what this…this 'Fox' person had done?" Steven's head snapped up when he heard that name.
"What?! You, you know about…"
"About our daughter's dismissal from the mercenary team from a man that she had feelings for, we know." Sapphira explained.
"But, but how? She couldn't have told you…" Randorn chuckled as he got up and walked towards the fireplace, setting his cup down on the table.
"Surely you know that our kind is telepathic, don't you Steven? Or, should I say Shodai?" Steven stiffened when he heard his real name spoken. Randorn saw his expression, and laughed heartily. "Didn't expect us to learn about your true self, did you? Our daughter might be gifted in telepathy, but she inherited that from us, and there is nothing a child can hide from her parent." He moved back towards his seat, and sat down. "Ah, well. Even if you are an Ultra, and despite your kind saving us before, and delivering my daughter to us safely, I still have to lay down the law. After all, she's the only daughter I have."
"I perfectly understand, sir." Steven said. "But, I never had the intention of courting your daughter, or even marrying her."
"Oh? Why is that? Not good enough for you?" Steven stammered.
"N-not at all! It's just, well, it never crossed my mind, that's all."
"Never crossed your mind? Beautiful as my daughter is, courting her never crossed your mind?" Randorn asked, skeptical. "Surely something must have stirred," Randorn's smile returned, only with a mischievous hint. "Perhaps after that kiss, something had stirred."
"Randorn!" Sapphira started. "You know better than to invade your daughter's privacy."
"Eh? Privacy?" Randorn looked at his wife. "She's under my roof, isn't she? All I did was sent a simple mental scan when they were upstairs. Something about you not finding love, etc., etc., all that love stuff that most girls her age would fall for, you sly devil you." Randorn chuckled as he spoke to Steven. "She has a weakness for the hard-luck cases." Sapphira kept her gaze on her husband. "However, just remember what I said."
"Of course, sir."
"Good. Now, I believe that my daughter is waiting for you. Best not to keep her waiting." Steven nodded and left the den. When he had gone down the hall, Sapphira took the vacant spot.
"Was that really necessary, first making him nervous with your death-stare then practically giving our daughter away?" Randorn laughed a bit.
"I trust our daughter. She's old enough to choose any man she wishes. And with the recent break-up with this Fox person, she's vulnerable. Perfect opportunity for someone to sweep her off her feet and wipe her troubles away, and that's precisely what he has done. Add the fact that he is an Ultra being, well, when they do get married, the rest of the council members will split themselves with envy, hm, hm, hm." Sapphira sighed as she saw the look in her husband's eye. The same ambitious look he had in his younger days.
"So, that's what your scheme was? To get them married so you could brag to the rest of the council?" she asked, raising an eyebrow with a side-long look. Randorn got a little uncomfortable under her gaze.
"Well, of course not! That's just one of the perks, you see." he replied with an apologetic smile. "I've always had our daughter's best interests in mind and in heart. You know that."
"So you say," Sapphira said, getting up from her seat and picking up her cup. It was still full as it sloshed around. She sat in her husband's lap, sipping her cup while draping an arm around his neck. She set the glass down and cuddled up against her husband. "Remember when we were younger?" she asked, casting a loving glance at Randorn. The vulpine nodded.
"Yes. The things we did without your father knowing. He'd curse me from beyond the grave if he found out." he said with an amused chuckle. "And seeing them like this, our daughter, our only daughter, with a young man like that…it makes me remember how we were in love at that age."
"Do you think they'll couple together?" Sapphira asked. Randorn chuckled and nuzzled against his wife's neck.
"I wouldn't be surprised," They shared a kiss and got up from the couch, hand in hand while making their way to the bedroom.
In Krystal's room, both vixen's caught the conversation well enough. Having telepathy was better than using radio devices, Krystal thought. "I told you," Rena said. "Sweep you off your feet, and make your troubles go away. You're father pretty much summed it up nicely."
"I know, I know, you can stop gloating now." Krystal said, standing next to the door, keeping it open just a crack while Rena sat on the bed.
"And why are you looking out the door? Waiting for your knight in shining armor, are we?" she teased. Krystal waved a hand while hissing "Shush!" at her. "Oh, just admit it, Krystal, you want him badly, don't you?" Rena said, giggling. Krystal whirled, her gaze hard.
"Say another word," she said, and turned back to the crack of the door.
"Just admit it. You want to couple with him!" The other vixen had to use considerable restraint to keep from pouncing on her 'best friend', still keeping an out for Steven.
"Where is he?!" Krystal asked. She felt for him, and found his presence. He was gradually making his way through the hallway. This filled Krystal with relief, somewhat, that he was on his way. However, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive, even nervous at the thought of his coming. If she did tell him how she felt, what then? Would he reject her, or accept her? If he accepted her, what would that lead to?
"Imagine what the children would look like," Rena said, catching her worried thoughts. Krystal whirled on her friend, cheeks ablaze with redness.
"Why you…you…harlot!" Krystal leapt at Rena and landed on top of her, while the other vixen squealed in laughter and playfully held off Krystal's half-hearted attack.
"Why Krystal, since when were you so quick-tempered?" Rena giggled.
"Since I have a pesky little minx bothering me!" Krystal replied, still trying to take a swipe at Rena. However, she felt a smile form along the corners of her mouth.
Reaching into his tunic, Steven pulled out the communication device, the diamond-shaped object shined in the lamplight. He looked around for a place he could duck into, and bolted for one of the doors along the hallway. It was a bathroom, as is evident by the large tub, sink and toilet. However, it also led to a balcony outside. Raising an eyebrow, he walked out onto it to make sure no one was watching. With his back to the rail, he held out small object, and it began to glow like before. It floated upwards, then went to a few feet in front of him where it became a bright red and orange luminescence. In the light, Commander Zoffy stood, and if it were physically possible for him, he's be showing surprise at the sudden disruption.
"Shodai-tai?" he asked. Steven nodded.
"Sir, there is something that I need to speak with you about, and with Father and Mother of Ultra." Zoffy let his arms fall limp as he heard this.
"The Supreme Commanders? Why?" he asked. Steven looked uncomfortable.
"It's a…personal issue." Zoffy considered this. To speak with the Supreme Commanders of the Space Garrison, not to mention two of the ruling heads of M78 itself, was only required if it were of great import, at least something more than a 'personal issue'. However, Zoffy knew his subordinate well enough to know that Shodai wouldn't make such a request lightly.
"Alright. I'll see if I can arrange something." Zoffy replied. "Keep your communicator on hand at all times, and wait for my reply."
"Yes, sir." Shodai said. Zoffy nodded and signed off, making the luminescence fade away and the diamond to float back to Steven's hand. He placed it back in his tunic and sighed, leaning against the railing. He hoped he didn't have to wait too long.
As Commander Zoffy made his way through the gleaming halls of the Space Garrison Command Quarters, he couldn't help but feel puzzled at Shodai's request. Just why would Shodai want to speak to the Supreme Commanders? His record was unblemished, even though he lost one fight in the defense of a lesser race, it was deemed and honorable loss. He was even willing to trade his life force for the human that fought beside him after his final battle. Fortunately, that was not necessary, and Zoffy was able to retain one of his most trusted subordinates. The great double doors of gleaming silver and platinum loomed before him as he reached the end of the hall. The fluid and intricate designs that were on the doors looked like they were rather flowing into the metal, as opposed to being carved. Zoffy merely placed his hand on one spot of the door, and it glowed a bright yellow. Gradually, the great doors opened, and from within, a nearly blinding radiance filled the hall. The room, which was more of another realm in and of itself, looked like the interior of a star. All around, a great yellow and golden radiance came. In front of Zoffy were steps, leading up to an altar where two figures stood. Zoffy strode up the steps to the platform above, and saw two figures wearing the same red and silver mantle as he was. However, even with their back turned to them, he could see the differences between them. One was larger than the other, and the larger sported a pair of horns that curved upward from the head, while the smaller, more feminine figure had flowing hair coming from her head. They turned, and faced the kneeling Zoffy.
"Rise, Commander Zoffy," came the booming voice. Zoffy stood, and took in the sight of both the Father and Mother of Ultra. Father of Ultra sported the large, curved horns, his smooth face had a pair of 'side burns' going up the sides to meet the horns. His red and silver pattering was different from Zoffy's, in that most of his torso, chest and groin was sheathed in crimson while sporting a pair of red 'boots' and 'gloves', his blue warning light shining brightly. Beside him, Mother of Ultra was almost drastically different. She was smaller than her husband, with a slimmer figure and having her red pattern different. Below her waist, the red covered up to the thighs, but as it went upward it narrowed until it fit almost in between her chest area, where several medals rose to meet the warning light between her breasts. She also wore red 'boots' while her hands were clasped in front of her chest. Both Father and Mother of Ultra cast their glowing gaze at Zoffy. "You have something you wish to ask of us?" Father of Ultra asked.
"Yes, sir. It's about Shodai."
"We know, Commander Zoffy." In contrast to her husband's booming voice, Mother of Ultra's voice was soft and angelic, almost soothing. "We have been monitoring his actions for some time. We know what it is that he wishes to speak to us about."
"Y-you do?" Zoffy asked.
"Of course. This is a matter best left to us. We will take it from here, Zoffy." Zoffy nodded and went down the flight of steps, heading out of the room. Behind him, both Mother and Father of Ultra looked at eachother, then at the image they were looking at. It was shimmering circle, that held the image of Steven leaning against the rail in Krystal's home. With a wave of his hand, the image became a bright light.
On Cerinia, Steven had been standing in the night for about five minutes, his thoughts going to Krystal, and what he was going to say to her. All of a sudden, a noise like thunder filled his ears, making him jump and he whirled to see a bright light in the sky. It was a golden orb of light, hovering to where he stood. He backed away from the spot until it hovered in front of him. The orb began to expand and become a new shape entirely, even splitting into two different forms. And then, before him, stood the shimmering images of both the Mother and Father of Ultra. Steven felt his jaw slacken and he stammered to get a coherent sentence out, but couldn't. Mother of Ultra chuckled and raised a hand. "You needn't be alarmed, Member Shodai. We know what it is that you wish to speak to us about."
"We know that you have strong feelings for one of the natives of this world. Krystal, I believe her name is." Steven looked away, as if unsure how to respond. "And yet, you seemed troubled."
"I just don't know what I should do. One part says that I should stay with her, but another says not to. I really want to spend my life with her, but I don't want to cause her any pain. She knows what I am, and because of that, I want to spend my time with her, even maybe, start something really special with her. But I just don't know…" Mother of Ultra chuckled again.
"Member Zenith, you are not the first Ultra to fall in love with someone who is not a native of M78." Steven looked at Mother of Ultra.
"And we strongly believe that you will not be the last. Love is something that is as unpredictable as a star. It can be stable and calm as a young sun one moment, then become as bright and great as a super nova the next. This is just one case. However, what is important now, is what you will do."
"But I am so different from her. How can we have a relationship like that?"
"Not as different as you may think. True, that we have evolved far beyond what they are now. However, at one point in our long history, we were not so different from them. And on the other hand, any race can become what we are now. Your joining with this woman is testament to that. That is, if you will have her." Steven seemed to consider this. "If she is fine with what you are, as she is with who you are, then there is no reason to worry. Everything has a way of working out in the end." Steven looked up, and nodded.
"Alright. I'll do it." Both figures nodded, and both figures faded into a golden light that winked out of existence. For some reason, Steven felt like a gigantic weight had been lifted off of his chest. He felt freer than he had since he first had thoughts about Krystal. With a deep breath, he turned from the balcony and headed for Krystal's room.
In the Light Chamber, both Father and Mother of Ultra watched the image of Steven leaving the balcony wink out, then turned to eachother. "Did we do the right thing, by bringing him together with her?"
"I believe so. In the coming days, he will need all the support he can get, especially with what's coming for him." Mother of Ultra looked away, her hands going to her chest. "I only hope that he doesn't make the mistake of pushing her away to protect her, when he will need her the most,"
"It's no use, Krystal. You can't deny your feelings, or your desires." Rena was still underneath Krystal, but only because she let her. The flustered vixen was trying to hold her adversary down on the bed but was having to struggle to accomplish it.
"Once I'm done with you, I won't have to deny nor accept anything!" Krystal replied. Her cheeks still retained their rosy color as she struggled against her friend. Rena quickly glanced at the door, too quickly for Krystal to notice, and smirked.
"What would your future husband think of his wife killing her best friend?" she asked.
"He's not my husband, for your information. And he doesn't have to know a thing!" Rena cleared her throat, and gestured with her head towards the door. Krystal looked over, and let out a startled yelp and jumped off of Rena as Steven stood in the doorway with a puzzled expression on his face, looking from Rena to Krystal.
"Uhm, I can come back later, if you like." Steven said, turning to leave. Krystal held her hands out, shouting "Wait!" Steven stopped and looked at Krystal while Rena laughed behind her hands, watching the awkward moment between them. Krystal was blushing like made while Steven was more confused than ever.
"It's, it's alright Steven. She was just leaving." Krystal cast a glare like poisoned daggers at the other vixen. Rena merely shrugged and got up from the bed. She stopped just beside Steven and spoke into his ear.
"Be gentle with her. She's still a virgin." Now it was Steven's turn to blush, and a slipper was flung at them, only to miss and strike the wall next to Rena. Krystal became even redder as her face was showing fury, her breathing heavy. Rena winked at Krystal and left the door. The vixen let out a long groan a she shook.
"She always knows how to get under my fur," she said. She looked at Steven, and saw the expression on his face, as well as his own reddened cheeks. Suddenly, she felt her fury and frustration abate as she felt they were finally alone. "Steven, about what she said, don't pay any mind to it." she wore a soft smile as she said this, which Steven matched.
"So you're not really a virgin?" he asked. Krystal felt herself blush furiously a she replied.
"No! I, I mean, yes I am! I mean, Ohhhh!" Krystal felt herself fluster again while Steven laughed behind a hand. The vixen calmed down enough to answer coherently. "I mean, yes I am. However, what she implied, you shouldn't pay any heed to."
"What did she imply?" Steven asked. Krystal just shook her head lightly.
"Nothing. Anyway, as to why you're here, I have something I'd like to talk to you about," Krystal cast a sidelong glance at the floor as she spoke.
"I have something I like to speak to you about as well," Steven put in suddenly.
"Really?" Krystal asked sounding hopeful, then retaining her calm disposition. "I mean, what is it you want to say?"
"Well, what is it that you want to say?" he asked. Krystal looked away briefly, before meeting Steven's eye, a slight smile forming.
"Remember what I said, about the one you love most could be right under your very nose?"
"Yes," he replied. Krystal moved forward.
"Well, in your case, she's right in front of you," Steven backed up a bit. "I always thought I'd be with Fox, but then he…" Krystal faltered, but only for a moment and recovered. "You came and you gathered the remains of my broken heart, comforted me in my time of need and then brought me back home to my waiting family. You have done so much for me in just under a couple of days. It's more than I can say for most people." Krystal was just a few feet from Steven now. "I acted with my heart earlier, and I'm acting with it now. I don't care what your reply is, even if you were to leave, you'd at least left me where I belonged. But, what I want to say is, ever since I first met you on Fortuna to now, I've developed feelings for you. And now, I want to show them to you." She brushed her head against his, nuzzling against him gently. Steven's pulse quickened and his breathing got heavier. Krystal pulled away, never losing her loving gaze. "Now, what is it that you wanted to say?" she asked. Steven couldn't speak, he was just rooted to the wall, staring at her. "Steven?" Krystal asked, poking him on the nose.
"Huh?" he asked, snapping out of his funk. Krystal giggled at the sight.
"I said, what is it that you wanted to say?" The Ultra/vulpine blinked, then realized what it was that he wanted to talk to her about. He became somber, even slumped a little bit. "What's wrong?" Krystal asked. Steven looked at her.
"What I wanted to say, is possibly the exact opposite of what it is that you have said."
"What?"
"What I want to say is, are you truly certain that you want to have feelings for me, despite what I am?" Krystal gave him a funny look.
"What do you mean, despite what you are? I don't care about what you are, I just want to be with you."
"Are you sure? You know what I am."
"What has that to do with anything?" Krystal asked, wearing a slight smile. It vanished the moment she saw the look on his face, one that seemed to be pained.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Hurt…me? How?"
"You remember my telling you that I was twenty thousand years old?" Krystal thought back, and recalled. It was when he first made contact with her, when he was pursuing Baltan III in Lylat. He said that he was unable to find love, even after searching for it for twenty millennia. "Even as you grow older, I'll still look like this. As you reach your golden years, I'll still look like this. When you've lived out your life to the fullest and you pass on to the next, I'll still be alive, looking exactly like this!" She could hear his voice starting to break. "I haven't even lived out half of my own life yet, not after thousands of years. Your lifespan is but a blink of an eye to my kind. When you've grown old, you won't see your husband looking like you would, you'll still see a youthful young man before you. And that is possibly one of the worst things I could do to you." She could see his eyes watering now. "I don't want you to grow old and bitter at my not having to age like you. I don't want you to resent me because, even though we'll be together forever, you'll be the first one to pass on while I'll still be like this. I know that you want someone to love, but how could you fall in love with someone like me, who is like an immortal to you. Your life could be over, and I wouldn't even notice it. I'll still be alive when you're long gone, waiting for me on the other side. And I don't want to wait that long to be reunited with you, nor to have you become embittered because I'll live forever." Krystal never took her gaze off of him. "I do want to spend my life with you. Ever since you kissed me not too long ago, you've been the only one on my mind. All I've ever thought about for hours, even when your parents grilled into me was you. But at what price? I don't want to-" Krystal put her hand to his lips, silencing him.
"Please, stop right there." She never lost her smile. "Steven, or rather, Shodai. Yes, that's your true name, Shodai. I don't care about any of that. I don't care that you'll still look like that when I grow older. I don't care about the fact that you'll outlive me by eons. I just want to be with you for the time that I do have, because that is how the most precious of memories are formed; with the ones that you love the most." She removed her hand from his mouth. Now, it was her turn to shed some tears. "I know what it is that you're speaking about. And I know that causing me any harm or hardship is the furthest thing from your mind, if it exists at all. But that is all part of being in love. You share everything, good and bad both. The good is what we look forward to the most, and the bad just makes the good all the more sweeter in life. And based on what's happened to me so far, I think the worst is behind me. All I can see is the good." Steven looked into her eyes, saw her whole world in her clear emeralds. And was melted by them. Unconsciously, he felt his hand move to her arm, work its way up to her face, holding her cheek. Krystal placed her own hand on it. Closing her eyes she rubbed against it, letting a contented moan escape her. Steven felt drawn to her, pulled by something he could not explain, and felt her body against his, her head against his chest. Steven held her close, until she pulled away from him, looking up at him with her smiling face. "I know that you only spoke about half of how you felt for me, Steven. I can read your heart and mind like an open book," her hands traveled to her midriff, where the blouse met the skirt. "I know that you do want to spend your life with me, but also you want to be a bit more…intimate." Her fingers slipped underneath the cloth and her hands pulled the blouse up and over her body, exposing herself to a stunned Steven. Underneath her blouse, she wore no bra. Even in the gloom, he could see her lush breasts were covered by her white fur, her white tattoos on her arms evident even in the dark. Steven was dumbfounded. She stood there, hands covering her breasts, just a few feet from him, and he didn't know what move to make. Krystal saw his face go red, and giggled at the sight. Reaching out with a hand and covering her breasts with her other arm, she took Steven by the hand and led him to her bed. There, she placed her lips on his once more, only kissing him much more fiercely than she did before. They fell on the bed, Krystal on top of Steven, her breasts pressed against his body. She straddled him and looked down into his own green eyes. She still smiled, leaning in and kissed him once more, resuming their tongue duel. Steven held Krystal close to her, wanting to feel her body against his, feel her warmth on his own, her passion match his. The vixen ran a hand against his chest and felt something in his tunic. She reared up, breaking contact with his lips and reached into his breast pocket. She pulled out a cylindrical object about twelve inches long, topped with a silver cap, while a red arrow went down its white body. She held his Beta Capsule, the thing he uses to transform into his Ultra self. She held it in her hand, feeling with her fingers as she felt how warm it was, being pressed between them. "To hold the power of light in your hand," she said as she looked at it. She looked down at Steven, her smile returning. She placed the capsule on the nightstand and leaned forward, meeting Steven's lips with her own. She started to pull at his tunic, removing it from his chest and exposing his own fur-covered body. Her fingers ran over his chiseled body, feeling every hardened muscle under the fur. Steven ran his hands over her back, and to her hips, lightly squeezing them before going to her thighs. He removed his hands from her legs briefly to get his arms free of the sleeves of his tunic leaving only his belt and breeches on. Krystal tossed the tunic next to the blouse on the floor. He saw her bare breasts once more as she turned to toss the garment, and again when she faced him, her face smiling playfully. The cerulean vixen leaned forward to kiss his neck, and moved down, her lips brushing against his chest and abs. Steven's breathing became heavier as she went down, then stopped at his midriff and saw her working his belt. Realization dawned on him.
"W-wait!" he said. Krystal's head snapped up.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Steven looked embarrassed.
"I'm not…well versed in this kind of thing."
"What do you mean, 'not well versed'?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. Steven looked away as she realized what he meant. She laughed at what she came up with. "Are you telling me that you're a twenty thousand year old virgin?" she asked, still laughing. Steven couldn't look her in the eye when she said that.
"I knew you'd laugh," he said glumly. She stopped and kissed his cheek.
"I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at the fact that you'd think it would matter if you were 'well versed' or not. It doesn't. And, I think that the fact that you're a virgin as well, will make this experience even better for us." At that moment, Steven felt Krystal press her hips against his groin. She pushed up and down, rocking herself as she straddled him. As she did this, he felt something stir between them, and then heat up, feeling his breeches get tighter and tighter. Krystal smiled as she felt his manhood as well. She saw his expression change from shocked to relaxed in a matter of moments, his hands going to her waist, holding a firm grip as she rode him. Krystal leaned forward and spoke softly into his ear. "At least this is no stranger to you," she kissed him on the neck, still grinding against him. He heard soft sounds coming from her, like whimpers as she buried her face in his neck. She lifted her head, and he could see the look in her eyes. The hungry, needful look. "Steven…no, Shodai…" her head was raised as her grinding increased, rocking the bed. "Shodai!" She was so close to reaching her climax, but stopped herself, and fell back on Steven. His arousal had not dissipated, and he held her close to him. Her skirt was still attached, as well as Steven's breeches. The Ultra/vulpine felt his hands head for her skirt, and gently pull them down her hips and legs. Krystal raised herself just enough let it fall to the floor. All that remained on her was her tiara and panties. She worked his belt once more, finally unfastening it and pulling his breeches down, setting his iron-hard member free. Steven looked down and saw how engorged it was, blushing at the sight of it. He'd never seen one like this, even in all the forms he has taken, he's never seen anything like this. Krystal saw it, and smiled. She rubbed her hips against him again, and he could feel a wetness build up between them. He felt his member throb from the action, and held her closer to himself. Krystal reached down and removed the panties, setting herself free and tossing it over her shoulder to land gently on her blouse and skirt. At that moment, Krystal felt Steven's hard self rub the outside of her slit, making her excited still. Then, it slipped in. She felt it push into her and how tight it felt. A moaning whimper escaped her as she settled back down on it, and then felt a pop as her virginity was finally broken, as well as Steven's. She looked down at her lover, and saw his expression. His fierce green eyes reflected her own need and felt himself push against her, sending his member deeper into her. She moaned in pleasure of it as both of their hips rocked and met, her hands gripping his shoulders as tight as they could while she raised her head, riding the pleasure wave that followed. Steven raised his head to in between her breasts, kissing her chest and her full orbs before going to her neck. He shifted himself until he turned around, lying his head on the pillows as opposed to the edge of the bed. Krystal leaned down and kissed him, letting him hold her waist up, keeping her hips in the air while he entered her, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He could feel her wetness build until her sex was as slick as oil, entering and exiting almost as easily as moving through air. However, her grip on his member tightened, making him groan out loud as he thrusted into her. Krystal raised her head, eyes shut and mouth agape as her gasping cries escaped her throat. Driven by instinct, he shifted his body again until he rolled over, putting Krystal beneath him as he thrusted even harder. Krystal raised her legs, the heat of the moment driving her. She looked up, seeing her lover raise his head high, his muscles tightening as he thrusted as hard as he could. She was on the edge, and so was he. Krystal felt her inner muscles tighten ever more as she neared her climax, arching her back and furling her toes around the pads of her feet as she raised her legs again. At that moment, she let go. She felt a cry tear through her body as a sensation like lightning course through her, starting with where her and Steven's bodies met, and finally traveling through her. Her body tensed and her back arched, and she heard a loud groan escape Steven, but it sounded weird, warped. She looked up, and saw his eyes glowing red, but only briefly as she felt a great warmth spread itself inside of her loins and pelvis. The red glow faded, and Steven's eyes went back to normal, both of them still riding out the last of the pleasure waves as he gave his final thrusts before lowering himself onto Krystal. He shifted his weight so he lied on his side, though their legs were still entwined with eachother. Krystal placed a hand on his cheek and kissed Steven full on the lips, her tongue entering his mouth. Her moans were one of passion and love as the kiss was shared, and when they broke away, Steven, aka Shodai, laid his head next to Krystal's, snuggling against her as he wrapped his arms around her. Krystal felt her hands going to his chest, her head nestled next to his while she fell asleep next to her mate with a content smile.
Outside the planet, a dark shape descends to Cerinia, the world's inhabitants unaware of the evil and terror it brings.