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The two vulpine lay intertwine after the throws of passion that had ensued. There breath heaving long deep breaths as they regained their composure. They stared at one another, taking in the beauty that was their partner. Fox(Stafford) rolled over and stood, now recovered, and headed to the bathroom. The blue vixen lay there and wondered what he was getting, her chest still rising and falling heavily. He returned a minute later carrying a box and a towel, she sighed regretting that she had forgot her's. He set both objects on the side-table and lay back down next to her. As he did so he pulled the now disheveled blankets over their naked forms, and pulled her into a tight embrace resting his mussel in between her head and body. Krystal giggled.

"What," questioned the fox.

"You," Krystal replied. "Going for the essentials just to come back an not do anything."

"Too tired, ten times is enough for me in a week. Give me about an hour." He paused a breathed deeply. "Besides we both need a shower, your furs matted all over." Krystal observed herself. The state her fur was in was just as bad as he described it and a little worse. She sighed.

"Fine, but I get to shower first." Fox laughed into her chest.

"Why not both go at once. It isn't anything we haven't seen already." She patted his head.

"Then you only get ten minutes to rest."

"Deal."

-After a Much Needed Shower-

"So John," said Krystal. "Where did you learn to play music like that?"

"I've always had a knack for music," replied Fox. "Learned to play wind in Middle and High school, played strings in a garage band, drums too. Anywhere I could get my hands on a musical instrument. Even played for the Cornerian Naval band."

"Wow, thing you could teach me to play some sort of instrument?" She gave him her puppy dog look.

"What kind of instrument do you want to learn? You've got the skin flute down. HEY!" Krystal struck Fox.

"Not that kind of instrument, you know what I mean. Guitar, piano, anything!" He smiled and brought her close.

"Anything for you."

*-Else Where-*

"Falco get your lazy ass up here," Cried a grey feline in a pink jumper. She stomped down the hall of a well maintained flagship grumbling incoherently. "When I find you I'll make you wish you were never born!" She stopped in front of a blue door and slammed a gloved fist onto its smooth metallic surface. She growled and opened the door, and strode into the room. Inside she saw, to her horror, a multitude of pizza box's and Chinese takeout strewn across the space. In the middle of this mess slept a blue and red falcon, Katt picked her way to him and poured a cup of a strange liquid on him. He jumped and screamed like a girl and ran out of the room and down the hall of the small freighter. "God. Fucking. Damn it!"

She gave chase and soon caught him on the bridge, where she wanted him to be in the first place. He glared at her.

"Now that everyone is present, I got a lead Falco." The avian looked at her wide eyed.

"From who? Where is he," He cried.

"The lead told me that a dark-brown vulpine was seen entering the atmosphere of Papetoon in a cloud-runner class black and silver Arwing." She paused and brought up the picture. "She that scratch on the bottom of the aft hull, I put that there. Fox made me mad so I got back at him and keyed his hull, lucky for us he never even took notice other wise we would be shit outta knowing where our captain has been." Falco drew closer to the screen.

"Marcus, enhance facial features." The computer did so. "Further... Further... Further, there you see that is him." He pointed at the vulpine. "Marcus set course for Papetoon.

"Affirmative, estimate time of arrival, two hours and, forty-five minutes." Katt and Falco looked at each other.

"I'll contact the General and let him know that we found a lead, go prep the gear," said Katt.

"Right." They split up.

*-Monday September 5th, 3150. 3:15 p.m.-*

John Stafford/Fox McCloud stood atop the grandstands at the West Papetoon High football stadium. He gazed down as his marching regime practiced for the upcoming Competition at the East Papetoon Winter Classic. He glanced as he noticed a blue vixen standing off in the distance he turned the microphone headset that was attached to his ear and walked down to her.

"The show sounds better in the middle," He said. She started and looked up at him.

"Christ you gave me a heart-attack," She replied and gently slapped his knee as he broke into laughter. "That's not funny!"

"Oh but it is." He said, and continued to laugh. "Come join us, my kids could use a break anyway." He turned the mic back on. "Break!" He cried, and in a moment the seventy-some students dispersed to re-hydrate. Krystal laughed. "What?"

"Oh nothing," she replied. "It's just these kids looked prepared to go to war for you and it just reminded me of my old family. We were all misfits, Our mechanic was a very eccentric genius, our ace pilot was very egotistical, our leader was very overprotective, and I am the last of my race and telepathic to-boot." Fox laughed this time. "What now?"

"These kids," He began. "Are not here to be my faithful private army, these kids are my family, we are the misfits, the eccentrics, the whatever. The thing we have in common though is that we love music, not any specific kind just music in general." He took her hands in his. "We are the lucky few that found our niche in life and enjoy it. We are in this not the fame of performing on field and in comp, even though it is nice, but for family, and if those dumb jocks on the teams that we don't play for can't understand that then they we feel sorry that they just haven't found their niche in this hell we call home." Krystal gazed misty eyed at the vulpine, his speech had touched her beyond belief, and now all she could do was act on what felt natural, she hugged him close and held on for dear life.

"I promise," she whispered into his ear. "I'll never abandon you."

"And I," He replied. "Will protect you from all harm."

"DAAAAAAAWWWW," said a majority of the band that had gathered to watch their director be a soft hearted person that he never was. " D.J. Stiff Staff finally shows he is an organic! WOOO." Fox laughed and let go of Krystal.

"Alright you hens, back to work, you've done your picking for the day," Said Stafford, a chorus of 'Aye Stafford Sir's rand out and they went back to the field. "Now let's go to set twelve we need to work on the halftime steps."

Star Fox, fuck yeah! coming again to save the mother fucking day yeah! Who gets the movie reference?

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