A Relaxing Tradition
"I feel like Krystal has all the fun ideas between the two of us."
Fox McCloud.
At 6:00 PM Cornerian time, Fox came home to his house in the Cornerian countryside, walked into the living room, and fell face-first onto the couch without a word. Krystal was in the room, reading a book and sitting on the recliner, and regarded the scene with a sympathetic smile.
"That bad?" she said.
Fox leveled an eye at her.
"Have you ever been in the room when your parents are arguing, pretending you're not there, and it's the most awkward thing in the world? I felt like that today at Corneria HQ," said Fox.
"How?"
"I was meeting with General Pepper about the annual renewal of Corneria agreements with Star Fox. There were two other officers in the room," said Fox. He sighed. "One of them decided to argue against it, on the grounds that Corneria needs to stop depending on Star Fox. Pepper argued against that, citing that it's never a bad thing to have the best mercenary squadron in Lylat in your corner. They were at it for a time until Pepper pulled rank hard. But until he did all I could do was sit there stewing and feeling out of place. The other office was telling me with just her look how sorry she was to have me hear this."
"That sounds...rough, to say the least," said Krystal, giving him a sorry look. "At least the renewal went through, right?"
"Yup. But the whole experience reminded me why I could never work within the military. I respect the top brass for their service, and their flight academy trained me, but I prefer to do things my way."
"Understandable," said Krystal.
Fox sighed again. He could feel the stress running through his body. He looked at Krystal with a certain question forming in his head, a question Krystal loved to hear, a question that he became familiar with once the two of them started getting close romantically. It was a question Krystal liked because there was a part of her that loved having him wrapped around her paw at times. Krystal noted the look he was giving her, and a coy smile formed on her muzzle. "Yes, Fox?" she said.
"Krys, could you spoil me for a bit?" he asked, blushing.
Krystal closed her book and sauntered over to sit beside him on the couch. "Lay down, Foxy-Woxy," she said.
Blushing hotly now, Fox spread out on the couch with his head in Krystal's lap, which he considered the softest and safest place in the universe. No sooner had he done this than the vixen began to scritch one of Fox's spots; it was the one right below his chin. Krystal began to hum as Fox drifted off into a reverie as he kicked his foot, and the humming got a hypnotic quality along the way. She stared reading her book again, and Fox felt the stress from the day melt from him.
Absentmindedly Fox turned his head straight up and blushed more at the view; a look at Krystal's large chest from below, it obscuring his vision. It was one of his guilty pleasures of this position, which Krystal knew all too well. The stories from Fay and Sheila and Marie, and her own experiences with him, were enough to clue in the vixen that he had a thing for breasts. Krystal was all too eager to push this button when she could.
"Enjoying the view of the girls?" she said.
"Yes," said Fox, smiling goofily at her pampering.
"Good," she said.
Fox lay under the spell of Krystal's touch for a little while longer before Krystal spoke again.
"Fox?" she said. "Sit up for a moment. I have an idea."
"Hm?" said Fox, sitting up.
"Why don't we take a bath together," she said. She smiled one of those smiles, the
ones both equally teasing and affectionate which made his heart do somersaults.
"Huh?" said Fox. "I mean, yes, I'd like to, but this is a bit sudden."
"As sudden as you saying yes?"
"I mean," said Fox, looking her over with a sly look. "It doesn't take much thinking."
She followed his eyes, and very intentionally crossed her arms under chest. "Well," she began, "I want to because it was a common practice on Cerinia to bathe with family or friends or loved ones at the end of the day. It was a way to ease up stress and just be with people to bond. I think you could use a little of that, Foxy-Woxy."
A comfortable tingle ran up Fox's spine as she used her pet name for him. "I like the sound of that," he said in reply.
Fox needed to ask Krystal where she got her bath supplies, because the smell enveloping the master bathroom was heavenly. Vanilla and a hint of shea butter filled the room, coming from the mix of soap and bath salts Krystal was using. Fox was already feeling more relaxed with each intake of breath.
"It's ready," said Krystal, standing up with a satisfied look. "Now, ladies first." She started to undress. The first time Krystal ever disrobed in front of Fox, ingrained politeness took over and he looked away, despite the fact it wasn't needed. Krystal corrected him then by gently taking his chin in a paw and guiding his eyes back to her. "Eyes over here, darling," she said then. Now, as her robe hit the floor, Fox took in everything. She stretched to give him more a view, and Fox saw the curve of her waist and hips and rear, the sway of her tail, the swell of her bosom. She sauntered over to the bath, giving him a look over the shoulder, and climbed in. She sighed in pleasure.
"Well, Foxy?" she said. "Come in."
Fox disrobed himself and noted in satisfaction the look she gave him. He remembered the first time she saw him in a state of undress; he had to jostle her a bit to get her to pay attention to more than just his sixpack. It had also been a little funny. She probably felt the same way when he stared at her chest sometimes. He stepped into the bath, sat down, and sighed in pleasure. It was absolutely heavenly.
"Feels good, hm?" she said. "I knew you would like it."
"Oh, yes," he said. He looked at her with a wink. "The view is nice too."
"I'm certainly enjoying a view of my own as well," she said.
"In your case, you don't have to try too hard to make me notice it."
"Oh?" she said, feigning confusion with a teasing look. "And why is that?"
"Considering what you have..."
"Yes?"
"And considering what I like..."
"You like them big, hm?"
"Yes. That's obvious."
"It is," said Krystal. She stretched again, giving an exaggerated movement to bounce her chest a little. "Before we're out of the bath, you're getting some closeup time with the girls." She winked. "My orders."
"Oh, how awful," said Fox. "Say, give me your footpaws."
"Hm?"
"A massage. I always wanted to try this."
Krystal was clearly as eager as he was, and if the sounds coming from her as he worked her paw beans were any indication, he was doing a passable job.
"We need to do this every night," she said, after letting out a soft coo when he worked out a troublesome knot in her footpaw.
"Agreed," said Fox. "It's peaceful. And..."
"Yes?"
"You said you did this on Cerinia, right?"
"Yes. It was a common practice."
"That makes me want to do it more," said Fox. "Gives you bit more of home here."
The adoring look Krystal gave him was everything. Yes, thought Fox, as he returned the look. This was pretty good.
