"So you get it now? The girl is absolutely crazy about you and all you need to do is seal the deal," Fara explained as she drew a big circle around two stick figure foxes, one with an outrageously large rack and another with three legs.

Fox shuffled in his seat like he did back in school when he wasn't getting the subject material at all.

"…I mean-"

"Oh my god!" Fara groaned as she threw her head back in disgust. "What don't you get now?"

"It's not that I don't get something, it's just that… well…" Fox trailed off, shifting around even more. "I really care for this girl, you know? I know it sounds stupid but something about her feels different. We just seem to… connect. Not a day goes by where I don't think about her and I being together. I just don't want to mess things up."

Fara collapsed her plastic pointing stick. "You probably already did by refusing to boink her. You know how shitty and worthless that makes a girl feel? You might as well have fucked me in front of her just to make her feel somehow even worse!"

"She was drunk," Fox said laying his ears flat on his head, "we were both drunk."

"That never stopped us," Fara pointed out as a smile came to her lips. "Remember on my family yacht how we raided the wine cellar and proceeded to leave a trail of wine bottles and cu-"

"Yes! I remember," Fox said leaning over forward while rubbing his temples. "I can still feel the hangover if I blink hard enough. I really did want you to kill me that morning, not pour yourself another glass and proceed to exploit my morning wood!"

Fara shrugged. "What can I say? I was in heat!"

"Still don't know how you're not suing me for child support after that," Fox groaned to himself.

Fara bit her bottom lip. "Yeah, we were just lucky I guess. But back to Krystal now; she's not just your average floozy wanting to tame the Legendary Hero Fox McCloud, this girl actually really does care for you."

Fox shook his head. "How would you know that? You barely know her and you have every reason to hate her seeing as how she's about to take me off the market."

The fennec put her hands on her hips. "Fox, I'm a big girl. If you move on and start seeing other girls, that's fine! I had plenty of those myself when we split up. Not to mention the guys… but that's beside the point! We're adults and I think it's time you moved on and started putting it to that little tribal girl like it's your birthright! Trust me when I say I know a lot about her people, culture, and courting rituals. Has she been doing chores for you?"

Fox was about to shake his head no but then remembered just how clean the kitchen was and how every room in the Great Fox didn't look like it had a tornado run through it.

"Uh-"

"She also hangs off your every word like it was sagely wisdom of her ancestors. Plus she also already admitted she loves you, remember back in the gym when you shrugged her off?" Fara asked and couldn't help but grin evilly at the tod's face lighting up in shame. "Plus, I've had plenty of one-on-one girl talk with her. This bitch wants the D like she wants food and water. She's nuts about you and will be one devoted baby factory."

Fox sulked and his eyes grew stoney. "Don't call her that. She's a person just as everyone else. She's not-"

"She's not an object, yes I know. Blah, blah, blah," Fara said doing a rather good impression of Fox while rolling her eyes. "Look, the point is, this is some high quality, ultra-caliber piece of ass you're about to miss out on and believe me when I say there's nothing better than a Cerinian mate. I've had some of the most handsome men delivered to my doorstep from the grateful tribes of Cerinians I'm hosting. Those mother fuckers know how to give a good foot rub, unlike some girly-handed tods I know."

Fox folded his arms and made sure his hands weren't visible. "They're not girly."

Again Fara rolled her eyes. "Fox, when we used to hold hands, I had to check to make sure some lost little girl hadn't somehow slipped her hand into mine at some point. You're just lucky that old saying about big hands isn't true."

Before Fox could point out it was feet and not hands, Fara continued with her lecture. "So if you've learned anything it's that K plus F equals OTP. So go on, go get her, Tiger."

Fox rose to his feet with all the confidence in the world, that is until he reached full height and it fell away from him. Suddenly "too scared to ask Fara Phoenix, the hottest girl and richest girl in all of Corneria" fifteen year old Fox returned. He looked at the vixen for help but only found a dried pool of patience behind her eyes.

"I don't think I can! What if she says no!?" asked Fox as a thousand snakes began to crawl around in his guts.

"There's not a lot she would say no to you, at least not without a little bit of alcohol and lube. Total butt-slut that one, I'm calling it right now," the vixen reassured. "Now go get her, take her somewhere that'll blow her freaking mind, and you break yourself off a piece of that Kry-stal-bar!" she finished rather musically.

Fox took a deep breath and began to feel his courage return. Slowly, like an old motor he began to get revved up until he was bouncing off the tips of his toes. Energy began to course through his body until he felt ready to bench-press a planet!

"That's it! Now you're feeling it!" Fara exclaimed, picking up on Fox's hype.

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm feeling it!" Fox growled.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Fox McCloud!"

"And what are you gonna do!?"

"I'm gonna ask Krystal out!"

"Hell yeah!" Fara cried out. "And then what are you gonna do!?"

"I'm gonna-"

For the next minute and a half Fox went into rather graphic detail of what he had in store for his hopefully soon to be girlfriend. It left Fara wide eyed and scarcely able to breathe and just when she couldn't think Fox could say something any hotter or more depraved, he did. Only when he ran out of breath did he stop. A good thing too because Fara was left in a state of amp as powerful as his.

"Good… very good," Fara whispered. "Now go get her. I'm gonna take a hot shower."

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm gonna go get her!" Fox declared and tore out of the room leaving a very frustrated woman to wonder if she had enough batteries for the next six or so hours.

~X~X~X~X~X~X~

Katt's jaw threatened to come unhinged and her lungs begged for air. Her body wanted to betray her; to retch and remove the object now lodged in her throat. Yet for her best friend and currently best-girlfriend, she persisted. With one last hurrah the banana slipped from view and was fully inside her mouth. She held it there for a few more seconds before finally dislodging the saliva coated fruit from her esophagus. Once free she quickly caught her breath while her blue friend applauded.

"That was a fantastic trick, Katt! It looked like it hurt though. I'm not sure if I'm up to this. It's rather… silly," the vixen admitted by the time Katt had recovered.

"Oh it is but believe me, every red blooded guy out there loves it. It makes them feel all big and powerful having someone do it for them. They can't do it themselves so they spend their whole lives trying to get pretty gals like us to do it for them," Katt huffed and started chewing up the banana as her hunger somehow returned.

"They don't really try, do they?" a wide eyed Krystal asked.

Katt frowned. "Let's just say I've caught a certain pheasant trying before… twice… one of those times it was my birthday."

Realizing that was still a sensitive subject, Krystal returned to the zucchini in her hand. Not a drop of saliva yet touched the squash. Just the thought of putting it in her mouth with such scandalous intent made her palms sweat. Katt had already demonstrated proper techniques for sexually servicing a male and as red as that made her, nothing compared to the tomato her face had become when Katt told her to try it while thinking of Fox.

Krystal pursed her lips. "I… I don't think I can."

"Sure you can! Trust me. From what Fara's told me and the girls, doing this for him might keep you out of a wheelchair. Here," Katt said, taking the squash from Krystal's hand and holding it near her crotch. "Now pretend I'm Fox."

Krystal's mind went utterly blank. Truly the pink feline knew no meaning for the word shameful. If her parents could see her now, they would disown her and mar her name from the family tree. Everything about this felt wrong. Looking up at Katt with eyes wide, Krystal tried to deny her once more… but it wasn't Katt she found herself looking up at.

It was Fox.

His jade green eyes sparkled with love and adoration. His body was bare and hard but also a little sweaty. In her mind's eye she saw not the giggling feline, but the unknowing recipient of all her secret love and affection. Only now he knew as she sat before him, ready to show him just how much she cared through physical pleasure.

Steeling herself, Krystal opened her mouth just a little while Fox's hand reached the back of her head and pulled in. As she neared the zucchini stand in, Krystal's heart started to race with a sudden jolt of anticipation. This was for Fox. She wanted to please him in every way possible. With Katt's training she would bring the man to his knees if she even suggested the thought of her suc-

BANG!

The door to Krystal's room burst wide open. Krystal's mouth opened wide to scream but never got the chance. Because of the sudden intrusion that nearly jammed the door in the wall, Katt also reacted frightfully and accidently pulled Krystal all the way down on the zucchini. The result was a nearly inaudible "ahGULCK" and a now missing zucchini.

"FOX! You fucking bastard! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Katt shouted at the tall standing tod.

'Oh god it's stuck in my throat!' thought Krystal, unable to breathe because of the blockage. 'Why!? Why of all times is Fox- oh my god, what's that look in his eyes?'

The red tod stomped over to Krystal. His aura radiating confidence. Even his eyes sparkled with a light she recalled seeing only once before, back when she dangled perilously over a five-hundred foot fall to certain death. The tod opened his muzzle to speak but the moment he made the first syllable, he froze.

'God and goddesses, no!' thought Krystal, her body locked up as she slowly choked on the squash lodged in her throat.

On the one hand she could hack it up and not die of asphyxiation but rather embarrassment. On the other hand she could ride out the tod's game. Clutching the sheets of the bed she sat upon, Krystal braced herself for the long haul.

"Uh… um… K-Krystal," the tod began to say, his face awash with fiery red from the hot blood coursing through his veins. "About last night. Y-You see, I uh… I talked to Fara and… well…"

'By all that is good and for all that is holy… HURRY THE FUCK UP, FOX!' thought the vixen as her lungs began to ache just as much as her throat was.

Katt stood in utter awe of her pupil. Never before this point in life had the feline wished she had a stopwatch. It was a good thing Krystal's neck and chest was so fluffy, else the zucchini would most certainly be showing. Yet one fearful glance from Krystal reminded the feline that the vixen was in dire need for assistance. Looking to Fox, Katt quickly decided to help the spaz.

"You've come to the conclusion that it's time to move on?" Katt asked.

Fox's ears perked up and he threw a grateful smile to his first mate. "Yes! Exactly. You see, she told me she had been working on-"

"Hooking you both up. Yes. We know," Katt interrupted, noting Krystal's face was starting to turn red and her eyes water.

"Uh, yeah. Anyways… I've given it some thought and well… Krystal," Fox hesitated to shuffle about nervously and scratch the back of his head.

'This is it… this is how I die. Right in front of the man I love with a zucchini lodged in my throat,' thought the vixen as sparks began to pop around the corners of her vision.

"What Fox? Just say it already! Be a man for once in your life!" Katt egged the tod.

Through his jade green eyes, Fox shot poison laced daggers at the feline but the shot to his pride was the final straw he needed.

"Krystal!" he declared more than said. "Would you be willing to go out on a date with me? Just the two of us?"

A loud ringing entered the vixen's ears and she wasn't sure if it was from surprise or the dwindling amount of air in her lungs. Never before had she felt this close to paradise, again unknown if it was because she was dying or that the man of her dreams had openly started courting her.

Krystal wanted nothing more than to leap up, wrap her arms around the burly tod, and declare for the whole world to hear, "Yes, Fox! I will go out with you!" Yet almost nine inches of girthy squash prevented this. Instead, Krystal put on the sweetest smile she could and silently nodded.

Almost as if he expected rejection, the red fox's face lit up with relief. A wide and toothy grin crossed his muzzle and his tail began to wag uncontrollably.

"Fantastic! Oh, Krystal! You've no idea how happy this makes-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Katt interrupted once more and began pushing Fox out of the room. "Really proud of you Fox, but time to go set up a romantic date, don't you think? I'll just get Krystal all prettied and lubed up for you, so if you don't mind."

"Wha- what do you? Katt! Let me just- OW!" Fox tried to protest before Katt kicked his butt out the door. Literally.

"Now go on! We'll be out in a few," Katt said and quickly slammed the door and locked it shut.

Without further ado, Katt rushed to the now unmoving vixen and wrapped her arms around her. Shunning the urge to cop a feel of those blue and white sweater melons, Katt engaged the Heimlich maneuver and in one large heft, the zucchini came flying out. Immediately Krystal began choking down air. Heavy gasps were followed closely by fits of coughing. Katt watched from the side and offered her support by gently patting the vixen's back.

"You are ready, grasshopper. Your head game is absolutely astounding," Katt complimented, though Krystal was in no mood.

"I almost died!" she cried out before falling prey to another bout of coughs.

"If you'd have done that to Fox, he would have died," Katt purred as she pulled out her wallet from her pants pocket. "Damn, I'm going to have to hit up the bank for some loose cash. Fox just costed me a hundred credits. I never thought he'd have the balls to ask out a girl as pretty as you."

"He… he did ask me out, didn't he? It wasn't just a dream while I was unconscious?" Krystal asked aloud in disbelief.

"Nope, Fox is gonna wine and dine you then take you home to rollover more carpet than a vacuum cleaner!" Katt grinned to herself. "I'm just so proud."

~X~X~X~X~X~X~

Fara laid in the tub as the shower water coursed over her body like a steaming rain. Her whole body felt loose and unwound. Even her mind was aglow with a heavenly fog of contentment. Nothing could ruin this wonderful afterglow. Nothing at all she thought, until a terrifying BANG nearly caused her bones to jump out of her fur and skin. A loud scream of fright echoed through the room that was suddenly drowned out by an even louder "HURK!"

Fara scrambled to rise to her feet and when she did she looked out from behind the shower curtain to see Fox doubling over the toilet bowl.

"FOX TIBERIUS JAMES FOXY MCCLOUD! HOW DARE YOU BARGE IN HERE AND GIVE ME HALF A HEART ATTACK!?" Fara screamed but went unnoticed.

Fox Tiberius James Foxy McCloud continued to retch until his stomach was empty. By then Fara was worn of her shower and stepped out dripping and draped in a towel. She kicked the tod in the butt as he languished over the toilet bowl but immediately regretted it as Fox's buns of steel stubbed her digit. Hopping on one foot, Fara managed her way over to the sink.

"So what happened? She reject you? She call your dick small?" Fara asked, drying out her hair at the sake of her modesty.

Fox did a double take and wiped his muzzle with the shoulder of his vest. "What!? No! No, I went through with it. I probably almost died though."

Fara rolled her eyes under the towel. "Honestly! You'd be afraid of your own shadow if the lighting made it look like it had some chesticles. You're lucky I made the first move, or you'd probably still be a virgin."

"I'll have you know, I had plenty of space dock sluts after you," Fox growled, flushing the toilet and rising back up to his feet. "They let me do all kinds of things you never let me do… like being on top for example."

"You must be itching with delight at that." Fara smirked and dried out the rest of her body with the exception of her slender but bushy tail. "But really, Fox. Your childish charm is appealing but you'd better not screw this one up. Girls don't like a guy who's a gutless flip-flopper."

Fox cleaned himself up in the mirror, trying to ignore the majestic splendor of Fara's naked feminine body. It was as hard as he himself was now, but somehow he managed to brush his teeth with only a few stolen glances.

"So how is the famous, the legendary, the incorrigible Fox McCloud going to woo his pretty little tribal girl? Will he wine and dine her before luring her to the captain's quarters? Will he stuff her full of popcorn in the theatre before stuffing her full of hotdog in the janitor's closet? Or will the ever gentlemanly Fox McCloud strike out again and resume his bitter life with a dry dick?" Fara asked with a mocking, almost sighing tone.

"If you must know," Fox said, now gelling up his hair and combing the tufts of fur on his cheeks, "I plan on taking Krystal for a short flight around Sector X in my lap, fly her down to Corneria, take her dancing, wine and dine her, and then if she allows me, I'll steal a kiss for the night."

Fara's shoulders slumped and she about collapsed. "You're such a tool! Just fuck already! It's what everybody wants!"

"Everybody? Oh right! Like there's a bunch of people watching our relationship spiral out of control, just hoping Krystal and I will fuck here in the next few hours," Fox scoffed loudly, and spat in the sink. "You're something else, Fava-Bean."

Fara stopped drying her sopping wet tail and looked at Fox with a smile as bright and warm as a child's on Christmas morning. "You haven't called me that in how long?"

"Not since you had me on my knees barking like a dog just so you wouldn't dump me," Fox said, rolling his eyes as he flattened out his bushy eyebrows.

The desert vixen murred and swooned with delight before wrapping her arms around Fox's broad chest. "Oh yeah. Sorry about that. I almost took you back but we'd just fucked the night before and if I hadn't been so sore…"

"What are you doing?" Fox asked, his eyes going wide in the mirror.

Fara's eyes snapped wide open and she quickly retracted her hands from the inside of Fox's pants and boxers. "Sorry. Sorry! Old habits die hard."

Fox turned towards the vixen. "I didn't necessarily say stop."

An evil fire ignited within Fara's chocolate brown eyes. Her pointed teeth gleamed in the fluorescent lighting. Fara body moved in close and her hands neared Fox's waist. Just as her fingers touched the hem of Fox's pants, the tod pushed her away.

"You nut! I'm dating Krystal now!" he said with a shit eating grin and cold snicker.

Fara's ears furrowed and her little paws began slapping and hitting everything of Fox. "YOU DON'T TEASE A GIRL LIKE THAT, FOX!"

~X~X~X~X~X~X~

Katt stopped mid stride and tensed up. A cold shiver ran through her body and she worried with Krystal a ghostly moan. When Krystal asked her what the matter was, Katt merely shrugged it off.

"It's nothing. Just got the weirdest sense of déjà vu- like we've been here before," Katt told the vixen before the naïve young woman could ask what déjà vu was. "I mean, it feels like only yesterday we all got dolled up for a night on the town and… DAMN! You're hot as balls!"

Much to the vixen's shame, Katt once again commented on her nightly attire. Fara once more garnished her with dress that cost about as much as a planet, that seemed adamant to cry out to the world for everyone's attention and adulation. This time Krystal was wearing a fire-red dress that seemed to dance in any light like the crimson flame it so wantonly aspired to emulate. It put all of her womanly assets on full display but still held a tormenting veil over just enough to drive an onlooker mad. Even if she were naked, it wouldn't have the same punch as the dress, for the dress beguiled just enough to prod someone's imagination, fantasies, and curiosity.

"…Thank you, Katt," Krystal quietly whispered, a small burning itch forming behind the timid face.

"I mean, if I were Fox, there's NO WAY I'd let you go without being my girl for another minute if I saw you like this. Hell, I'd probably propose right on the spot," Katt said, ravenously taking in the vixen's resplendent beauty. "Wish Fara would spoil me like this. Bitch got me a card and a gift card to Star Fox Coffee! Like I don't already get free drinks from the place that uses our team name to sell their overpriced sugar water!"

Krystal stood by patiently, waiting for Katt's little ramble to cease, yet the pink feline seemed to be able to drone on about nothing for as long as she had air to breathe. Were she not in a hurry to hopefully start the first night of her life as Fox's girlfriend, Krystal might not have worked up the courage to interrupt her.

"Katt, we should get going. We're already running late," Krystal said, stopping Katt midsentence talking about how Bigfoot probably would drink tea over coffee.

"Oh… yeah. You're right," Katt said and resumed her escorting march to the hanger bay. "Little Man is probably pulling out his hair cause he's so nervous by now. Best to get you there before he starts combing the ship like a love possessed Terminator."

Krystal tried to recall a time where when something Katt said didn't somehow confuse her, yet that was traced all the way back to the awkward greetings she gave Krystal when they first met, and all Krystal was dressed in was her traditional Cerinian garb.

The duo travelled to the hanger and like before, things went about the same. Krystal made her debut, Fox became petrified by her ornate beauty, and someone had to rose the tod from his stupor before he solidified into a perplexed statue. Katt waved goodbye and their shuttle headed straight for Corneria. Really the only difference between today and yesterday was the lack of a desert fox. When Krystal asked Fox where she was, Fox couldn't look her in the eyes and mumbled "showering."

Though Krystal's heart was fit to burst with joy and excitement, the shuttle ride to Corneria was unfavorably dull. Drumming up conversation with the tod was like asking Katt to be quiet. Things grew incredibly tense when they made eye contact, blushed, and didn't say another word until the shuttle landed on Corneria.

"We're here," Fox said aloud, and rose to his feet.

"Goody," Krystal replied and rose along with him.

Just as Krystal was afraid she had made a mistake and that Fox was only doing this to be nice, the first romantic gesture was made. Fox held out his arm to her and Krystal's breath became caught in her throat. She looked into his lavish green eyes and smiled. She snuck her arm in under his, only to stifle a gasp upon feeling the immense strength and hardness of his muscles under the black and blue accented jacket. Krystal all but melted into the arm, her body crying out to caress against the man's solid frame.

Something about the tod was so… intoxicating. She'd never felt this way about a man before. Sure, as a child and young adult she'd had her share of crushes on cute boys, but this was entirely different. Whereas back then she blushed at the thought of holding hands or stealing a peck on the cheek from the boy's she crushed on, with Fox, she wanted to do more than just hold hands and kiss like elementary sweethearts.

She couldn't explain it, but she wanted to touch Fox; to feel him, to caress his body, and learn things about him that only he himself would know. She wanted him, as well as his body. It was shameful to think. Yet when the man's muscles flexed, Krystal about fainted from a swell of endorphins.

"Shall we?" asked the tod, his hero's confidence suddenly manifesting in a warm smile that made Krystal's heart patter.

All she could do was smile meekly behind a sea of blush and nod her head.