The first thing James and his rescuers were told to do was 'take them to the showers and scrub them down.' Word about the 'zombies' and the pathogen must have reached the higher-ups, which James thought was a very fortunate thing. Otherwise, this system, wherever it was in this vast, endless universe, was totally and completely screwed. Probably a hundred times over, if the pathogen ever spread to these…animal-aliens from the human hosts. He shuddered to think what horrors they would become if it were to happen. He hoped that it wouldn't.

But now, he had to worry about being thoroughly scrubbed being confined to the brig, much to his dismay. And Panther's. But whoever was in command of the ship wouldn't have any of it and ignored the feline's pleas. However, James didn't think it was all too bad. At least he didn't have to deal with her constantly pressing her massive breasts into his back and sometimes engulfing his head between them while they were on the dropship. He rolled his eyes and folded his hands over his stomach as he lay back on the cot he was provided with after being 'taken prisoner.'

"She really has it in for me, doesn't she?" he asked himself, staring at the ceiling.

That was another thing about this species he wondered about. Were the females supposed to be this…forward all the time with males, even if they were as alien as he was? And did they all have huge — He shook his head. He shouldn't think about that either; the painful tent in his pants was evidence of why. He sighed and rolled on his side to face the door, which was some type of laser shield, and saw none other than Panther standing there. Speak of the devil, he thought to himself as he sat up and stared hard at her. "Can I help you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Her response was the door turning off with a whoosh and stepping inside before it turned on again. James's eyes widened, and his pants became even tighter.

Her vest was zipped open all the way down to the end but remained closed for the most part. However, this allowed her two huge, black-furred breasts to almost spill out from the top completely. It also told James that she does not wear a bra at all or took it off before coming here. She stood in the doorway, her green eyes staring at him hungrily, thirstily. James gulped and tugged at his collar, beads of sweat collecting along his brows. Then she walked towards him, and with each step she took, her breasts jiggled erratically and threatened to entirely fall out and bare themselves to the flustered human. He scooted himself back into the wall, trapping himself as the horny female approached him, sauntered over to him before sliding herself almost flawlessly onto his lap and placing her juicy, plump rump directly on his erection.

"I'm sure you can," she purred seductively, stroking his chin. "I've never been with a male before, and certainly not with an alien male as attractive as you are." She brought her clawed hands to the bottom of her vest and tugged. The article came free, and she shrugged her shoulders. It slid down her back and onto the floor, and James was face to face with the largest, and possibly softest, pair of boobs he'd ever seen. "I'm aching for some relief, here," she brought a clawed finger to one of her breasts and placed it just above a barely visible dark nub that was unmistakably her nipple. "Suck on me, James," she demanded softly, her voice dripping with honey and lust.

But before he could even consider doing anything of the sort, the door shut off, and Panther's head swiveled to look over her shoulder. Her ears folded down to the sides, and the lustful, hungry attitude was gone immediately. "Oh, h-hey Wolf," she said sheepishly.

The next thing he knew, James felt the weight in his lap dissipate, and Panther was on the floor facedown with her arms pinned behind her back by Wolf, whose muzzle was curled up in an angry snarl. "Jus' what the bloody feckin' hell do you think you're doin', Panther!?" she growled menacingly, sending a chill up both Panther and James's spines. "Hell, it's been barely an hour, and already you're tryin' to get into ta lad's pants?!"

"Oh come on, O'Donnell!" protested the feline, wriggling and worming fruitlessly in the lupine's grasp. "Don't tell me you don't want him, too! "Can't you-"

"Can't you just feckin' shut up, Caroso!? He's a guest, not a bloody personal boy toy. Got it?"

Panther grumbled under her breath but nodded and said, "Yes."

Wolf, satisfied with the feline's reply, released her and rose to her feet. "Good. Now get up, get you feckin' tits back in order, head up to the bridge. And you're not allowed anywhere near him again. Unless I say so."

Panther did as she was told, albeit slowly and with a slight pout. When she finally left and was out of sight, Wolf turned to James with an apologetic look. "Sorry 'bout her, lad. Ever since I convinced her to turn a new leaf, she's been taking any opportunity she sees to seduce some poor lad such as yourself and hump his brains out." She shrugged. "Can't blame her, really. Poor lass's been through several heat cycles without getting her cherry popped and some lad to call her own. A bit sad, really."

"What about you?" James asked, still a little shaken from his 'encounter' with Panther. "Do you have a boyfriend or something?"

Wolf snorted and rolled her one good eye. "Pfft. Yeah, right. As if any lad would go out with a bad bitch such as meself. Unless," she then gave him a mischievous look and approached him, her hips swaying slowly with each step, and then pinned him to the bed as she loomed over him and gave him a good view of the valley between her barely-contained bust. "You feel like yer up to it, datin' someone like me." Her voice dropped to a soft, sultry whisper. "What do ya say?" She licked his nose, the tip of her broad canine tongue brushing across him lightly as she hummed. "Want ta be my boy toy?"

She cackled when he turned into a tomato and was unable to answer. Then she stood up straight from her bent-over position, her breasts bouncing rigorously in their cloth prison. "I'm jus' kiddin', lad. Pullin' yer leg and all. But, if ya ever do want ta be friends or somethin', let me know." She winked at him. "We can work somethin' out. Come along, now. McCloud would like to see ya."

Fox was furious. With Captain Casey, to be precise. And the way he handled the being that called itself 'James.' He didn't even attempt to meet with him and instead had him imprisoned immediately after the showers. Fox objected to the "unjust treatment." But Casey just laughed her off and made a very offensive comment towards her. This earned him a mild concussion, as well as a broken jaw and nose.

This resulted in her being promptly arrested for assaulting Casey, who was nursing his wounds as he slowly staggered to his feet. He cursed them all, including the two former-Star Wolf members, and announced that he would have their 'filthy mercenary butts' put on trial and then, hopefully [for Casey] executed.

But that wasn't meant to be, as General Peppy called in for a status report. To say he was as furious as Fox was at Casey would be an understatement. He fumed, bombarding the captain with regulations and throwing the whole book at the cheetah, who was literally cowering under the hare's scolding. Peppy demanded the Star Fox team to be released effective immediately. The captain, now disgraced and his pride hurt, complied without a single word. Fox then sent Wolf to the brig to fetch James.

With the Einstein a fair distance behind them, everyone could relax. The Star Fox team had picked up James, Wolf, and Panther along the way to the hangar for transport to the Great Fox. Falco, Katt, Krystal, and Slippy were stunned by his appearance, having only barely seen his face before they were all rushed off to the showers earlier. With introductions out of the way, the CDF shuttle they had boarded transported them to the Great Fox.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Sector X nebulae, the Einstein drifted, rolling over on its axis. The reactor was superheated, well over 5000 degrees Fahrenheit, and about to go into a rather violent meltdown. Thirty seconds later, the ship disappeared in a radioactive fireball, atomizing anything and everything near it in a 430-mile radius, including a large chunk of the nebulae. The 'zombie' threat to the Lylat System was over. But for how long, nobody knew for sure.