"Krystal? Krystal, are you okay? Dinner's getting cold!" Fox said from the other side of the bathroom door.
Krystal snapped out of her daydream and then she noticed the cold water. A few minutes ago it was hot it seemed but now it was freezing cold. She was sure she was pruned but she didn't care. For some reason her womanhood was doing strange things that it never had done before. These sudden foreign feelings of pleasure were frightening her no matter how pleasant, but now the delightful tingling had ceased and she managed to calm down.
"Um yes, Fox. I'm… I'm okay." Krystal replied as she moved to drain the tub and get out.
"Alright. Come down when you're ready, everything's ready." Fox said excitedly then left.
Krystal's teeth began to chatter as she stepped out of the cold bath. The condensation on the large mirror behind the sinks was gone. She'd been in the bath soaking and holding herself longer than she should have. If Fox's meal was wasted because of her stalling Krystal would never forgive herself. It wasn't everyday Fox made his unbelievably delicious steaks.
As quickly and proficiently as she could, Krystal fixed her hair, brushed her fur and dressed in a blue silk dress Fox got her for her birthday last year. By far it was her favorite because it complimented her fur, her eyes and it showed off her finely toned legs. Cerinians were proud people and Krystal didn't have very much to be proud of save her body. Most Cerinian women, and women in general, would kill for a body like hers.
She stopped just for a second to further admire herself. Her deep blue fur was as blue as an ocean, the white compliments as white as a pearl that snaked down her body starting from her muzzle, down to her flat belly, and stopping just six inches down the insides of her thighs. Krystal smiled as she ran her finger along the pattern of her tattoos on both of her arms and legs. They marked her as both a warrior and a hunter, something almost unheard of for a Cerinian woman. Krystal's cerulean eyes soon eyed one of her double edged features. Her breasts were, as Katt once put, "so ungodly perfect, perky, and big I just want to motorboat them!"
The vixen frowned and put her hands to them, wishing them away. One thing that most everybody noticed about her first was her breasts, and they would lust after them in their heads for hours until it gave her a headache just trying to push them out.
'At least Fox likes them. It's kind of cute when sneaks a peek every now and again… I just wish everyone else wouldn't.' Krystal thought as she let out a long sigh.
"Okay, you're going to go down there, you're going to have a lovely dinner with Fox and then later we'll… well we'll get to that later." Krystal said. It was hard even thinking of mating with Fox all of a sudden. Her daydream in the bathtub began to conflict her previous views on mating. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought, or maybe her mind was just trying to trick her with an over the top fantasy.
Still, whatever the reason, tonight was going to be special and to be special she'd need something to match the occasion. Krystal looked down at her dress, she loved the blue dress and the man that gave it to her but she decided that tonight wasn't its night. She walked back to her dresser and looked through her clothes. Krystal had a rather large arrange of clothing she had collected over the years. Some of them were gifts and the rest she bought with her own money.
One of her favorite articles of clothing was a small thong she got from Katt. Katt was a person Krystal could go to no matter what. Krystal had explained to Katt that normal female underwear felt too constricting and for some reason felt wrong. So being the good sport Katt was, she helped Krystal pick out something more comfortable after she got done laughing her pink head off.
"Okay this will work, Fox won't know what hit him." Krystal thought out loud as she stripped back down to nothing but fur. If her blue dress wouldn't work then nothing else would except something personal. Krystal decided it was time to pull it out for this special occasion….
…. Krystal padded quietly down the stairs of her new home and was a little curious as to what was making it glow so strangely. As she reached the bottom of the stairs and her vision was no longer obscured by the walls in her way and the vixen couldn't help but smile. Fox had been very busy it seemed. A trail of rose petals was laid out so thickly that not a speck of carpet was visible, there were candles arranged throughout the house that gave it a deep orange glow, and under the mouthwatering smells of Fox's steaks Krystal could smell the lavender incense burning.
"Fox? Where are you?" Krystal sang as she walked slowly through the house as if she were a guest; timidly and carefully.
"In here love!" Fox sang back from the dining room. For some reason he was sheltering his mind and that drove Krystal to be a little quicker getting to the dining room. As she rounded the corner she saw a sight she hadn't seen in ages.
"Fox! Where did you get that? I thought it was destroyed!" Krystal asked the vulpine dressed in Cerinian clothing. Fox didn't respond. "Fox? …Are you okay?" Krystal asked taking small steps closer and closer to Fox.
"Whoa." Fox exhaled under his breath as his eyes feasted upon the incomprehensible beauty in front of him.
"You like?" Krystal asked nervously despite the fact that Fox liking her in her Cerinian outfit she first met him in was painted all over his face and running all around his mind.
"I love it! You look so beautiful… so hot!" Fox said as he continued to eye Krystal and her goddess like figure. But then he began to feel a disturbance under his loincloth and he had to act fast to avert it becoming visible and most likely break free of its minimum security prison.
'Um baseball, nuns- err really old nuns! No? Um… walking in on Slippy in the shower while he sings High School Musical- ah there we go.' Fox thought to himself and sure enough the uprising died as well as a little part of him on the inside.
"So um where'd you get this outfit? Wasn't it lost when the Great Fox went down?" Krystal asked after she heard everything Fox thought. She didn't fully understand why he was thinking of Slippy in the shower singing girly songs but she knew enough of Fox to realize that he was hiding something.
Fox looked down at his clothes. They were almost exactly like Krystal's clothes but they were made for a man. The loincloth was larger and broader as were the sandals and shoulder plates. Fox's outfit also had half of what looked like a sheet around his chest and shin guards. The cloth itself was made of cotton and just had tribal designs embroidered around the edges.
"Yes Krystal, that outfit you made me was destroyed." Fox admitted as Krystal looked him down with deep judging and adoring eyes.
"It's looks great Fox, but where did this come from?" Krystal asked as she circled the vulpine. "Did you make these yourself?" Krystal asked as she grabbed Fox's tail to inspect the back of his loincloth.
Fox immediately flushed red. In Cornerian cultures grabbing a mammal by the tail was either an intense gesture of hostility or an extremely passionate gesture of lust when shared between couples. Fox had had his tail grabbed many times, some of which were by the most attractive women he had seen, but now Krystal was at the top of that list. To Krystal however, pulling Fox's tail meant pretty much the same as pulling his arm.
"Y- yes I did. S-Slip helped a bit." Fox said as the oblivious vixen stroked Fox's tail fur which was also a gesture of yearning for the stroked.
"They look great Fox, almost exactly like mine." Krystal said looking back at her tail. She hadn't worn her ceremonial plates in months but tonight she thought the time was right to dig them out.
"Yeah well I uh…" Fox said grabbing his tail away from Krystal before her fondling could reignite what he just put down, "kind of copied yours a bit."
"That's so sweet, Fox." Krystal said as she wrapped her arms around Fox and practically squeezed him to death. Krystal didn't look it but she was strong and that excluded when she used her powers to amplify her strength if invoked by a strong emotion. "You look so nice and well I-"
"K-Krys!" Fox wheezed as the color in his face went from red to blue.
"Oh! Sorry, Fox." Krystal blushed as she released Fox from her steely grasp. Fox panted a bit to restore the air in his lungs but no harm was done.
"It's okay, Krystal." Fox chuckled.
Krystal smiled slightly as she played with her thumbs. "Fox… I'm, grateful."
"For what?" Fox asked as he adjusted his toga.
"Seeing you like this makes me feel more at home then I have in years. I feel like you're a male in my clan and because of that I feel nostalgic… thank you."
"It's no problem Krystal." Fox said then kissed her on the cheek. "I'd do this and more to make you happy, but to tell you the truth; these clothes make me feel kind of free." Fox said then felt a draft through his loincloth. "Maybe a little too free." Fox said as he shivered.
"You get used to it, or if you're smart you wear underwear." Krystal giggled.
Fox blushed and smiled nervously. "We should eat now, before it gets too cold."
"You're right; we shouldn't keep your cooking waiting." Krystal said just as she took a seat. Another thing about Krystal was she was impeccably fast, especially when it was dinner time.
"I hope you like it Krystal, I've spent weeks creating this new blend of spices." Fox said as he took his seat right next to the vixen with a ferociously whipping tail.
"I'm sure I'll love it." Krystal said instead of diving into her steak. She took a little time to examine the food Fox had prepared for her. The steak looked fat and dribbled out sweet juices just by poking it, there was a salad bowl waiting for her with baby spinach, sliced strawberries, blackberries, and iceberg lettuce. A bowl of mashed potatoes with a bar of soft butter next to it caught her eyes before she caught sight of the bowl of sweat peas. Her mouth was already watering but when she saw Fox's homemade cornbread she almost died there on the spot. Finally to top it all off there was a bottle of red wine in a silver bucket on a stand filled with ice next to the table.
"Wow Fox, how long did this take you?" Krystal asked as she looked into Fox's gorgeous green eyes.
"Not too long, I did have a lot of time to prepare since you took a bit longer than I estimated. Lucky me I guess." Fox shrugged with a humored smile on his muzzle.
"Sorry." Krystal said feeling sheepish despite the fact he was smiling.
"No, don't be sorry, its fine. In fact, it gave me a longer prep time to make everything perfect." Fox said then clapped his hands. At Fox's, command a large fire ignited from behind the vulpine and a bit of smooth jazz began to play.
"A fire place in the dinning room? How did I miss that!?" Krystal whispered as the flames roared and shone in her hypnotized eyes.
Fox clapped his hands again and the fireplace covered up by a brick layout like the mantle that enclosed it. With the fire gone the spell was broken and Krystal snapped out of her stupor.
"I had it closed off at the time; I wanted it to be a surprise. Do you want to try?" Fox asked.
"Try what?"
"Opening it up again." Fox snickered.
"Okay." Krystal said and clapped as nervously as she smiled. The fire place didn't open again. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Here allow me." Fox said but instead of clapping himself he took Krystal's wrists and clapped twice in the exact synchronized clap it required as a password.
The fire place opened up and the fire that was about to die reignited into a warm blaze that gradually calmed. "Thank you Fox." Krystal said her hands began to sweat a little. Fox still was holding onto her wrists but she didn't mind. He was being gentle and she enjoyed his warmth more than any warmth from a fire.
"It was no problem, Krystal." Fox sighed. The light from the fireplace made Krystal a captivating sight and like before his mind went blank at the overwhelming levels of beauty his mind had become intoxicated in. "You know what, Krystal?"
"What, Fox?" Krystal sighed deeply. Fox's mind had begun to meld with hers and she felt just as enticed with her beauty as if she were Fox.
"Your beautiful face has not changed a bit since the second it was eternally etched into my mind as the pure definition of beautiful."
The two foxes sat there gazing into each other's fire sparkling eyes with nothing to say as overwhelming love consumed them. Krystal was the most susceptible to it though. She was feeling every feeling Fox was and it added to her own tender and near overpowering feelings. Then slowly, millimeter by millimeter the two lovers converged. It seemed to last an eternity but it was definitely worth the wait in the end. In a burst of passion the two fox's lips met. Just like their wedlock kiss this one was prized above all the rest. It felt so miraculous and special that they couldn't deny they had both made the right choice.
Fox leaned in closer to his lovely vixen and grasped behind the head to pull her in deeper to himself. Krystal did not shy away, she had become rather addicted to Fox's lips against hers. It was then after the vulpine grew tired of keeping his hands in line. His left hand, which had been pulling Krystal in, now inched down Krystal's soft neck.
Krystal opened her eyes just enough to see through her eyelashes. She didn't sense any lustful motives within Fox but she was still cautious and ready to start scrambling for excuses. Fox noticed this however. Her lack of willingness to get closer, her slight movements of shrinking away and the kiss was slowly becoming lame and dead. He felt like he wasn't welcome and that he was forcing himself onto her. Gradually the vulpine withdrew, extremely troubled with how little Krystal wanted him.
"We should eat." Fox said as he sat at the table. He didn't look at Krystal even though she was absolutely radiant in the fire light. Fox began to revert back to how he used to behave around her, quiet, at a distance and he had a feeling of little worth next to her, like comparing quartz to diamond. He cut into his steak and took a bite of the juicy thick steak but the meal he had cooked was now bitter to him.
For a while Krystal didn't eat, she sat in her chair crushing her hands together. She didn't like how small she made Fox feel. It was her duty as a Cerinian female to be obedient to her mate and fill his needs but she was afraid of what that meant. Trying to put the ordeal behind, Krystal thought of brighter times when she was just a child….
…. "Krystal, slow down!" A blue furred vixen called after the small running kit. Almost immediately the blue kit stopped running and turned around with a bright smile on her face.
"Sorry, mother. Today is just so beautiful." Krystal said as she basked in the bright warm sun and the hundreds of flowers around her. The flowers were as numerous in colors as they were in numbers. None were colored the same shades or patterns. A small summer breeze brought their abundant scents to the small twitching nose of the young kit and she smiled all the brighter.
"It's all right, Krystal. But let's get to your cousin's marriage ceremony a little slower; I'm a little tired today." The vixen who looked just like Krystal said.
"Yes mother… why are you so tired?" Krystal asked as she picked a flower and handed it to her mother.
Krystal's mother smiled. There was no hiding why she was tired from her daughter; Krystal was twice as adept as her in telepathy even at her young age.
"Your father was a little restless from yesterday's hunt… I had to tend to his needs."
Krystal's tail began to droop and her mood dropped in turn. "M-Mother?" Krystal stammered.
"Yes, Krystal?"
"Why… why do women have to tend to a male's needs like that? If it hurts them so much then why? Sometimes at night their screams wake me up and I can't sleep the rest of the night." Krystal said as they continued through the meadow of flowers.
"Because Krystal, it's a woman's duty and if a woman does a good enough job performing in her duty she is rewarded with a child." Krystal's mother responded. "And besides, if I didn't tend to your father I wouldn't have you." Krystal's mother said and bent down to nuzzle the little kit on the cheek.
"I see." Krystal sighed. She didn't think too highly of having to tend to a male especially when they can be so violent. Krystal's father was really aggressive and often when he got angry he'd take it out on her mother. Krystal's mother only just began to stop walking with a limp she got the last time her father was angry.
Krystal's mother smiled. "Don't worry Krystal, I know that one day you'll have a mate that will love you, be kind, and never hurt you."
Krystal's ears perked up. "What else will he be like?"
Krystal's mother laughed. "Well Krystal, he'll be very handsome, have eyes that shine as like the moon, strong and yet gentle, tall enough that when you're full grown you'll have to stand on your toes just to kiss him. And he'll keep you safe from harm at every turn."
The little kit smiled and knew it to be true. Her mother had never once lied to her and she wouldn't start here. If her mother said it was so, then it was so.
"He sounds amazing." Krystal giggled. "What about our children, mother? Will we have children together?"
"Many." Her mother said with a smile but a distant look in her eyes as if she was remembering something from long ago. A distant fantasy she had given up on.
"And they'll all be healthy and strong like their parents." Once more Krystal felt like running and she took off into the meadow. "Krystal! Krystal, come back here!" Krystal's mother called after the little kit. Eventually Krystal came back but she had more questions on her mind.
"Mother?"
"Yes, Krystal?" Krystal's mother panted, trying to catch her breath from chasing after the kit with endless energy.
"How bad does it hurt when a man…." Krystal said but trailed off feeling a little embarrassed and afraid.
Krystal's mother frowned. She didn't want to lie but she also didn't want to have this many conversation about mating with her daughter so young. Still, she'd find out eventually whether it was with her powers, in practice, or from one of the older girls so might as well tell her now.
"It depends on your mate and his size. When I had my first rights it hurt so badly I cried but when it was done, I didn't care."
"Why not, mother?" Krystal asked.
"Because I was officially a woman, and a woman can bear any pains. Soon after I was wed-locked to your father and it didn't hurt so badly the next time. Gradually it began to hurt less and less until I hardly notice it at all."
"Oh… what do you mean by size? Do you mean how big his muscles are or how tall he is? Because if that is the case, I want a mate who is weak and short, not strong and tall."
"Well that's not exactly what I meant in size. It's also up to the chief and fate who you will be paired with. But don't worry; I know you'll get the perfect mate." Krystal's mother said.
"Well what did you mean then?" Krystal asked.
Krystal's mother shook her head. "Children are so curious. Sit down Krystal."
Immediately the little kit sat down next to her mother. She was eager to know everything she could so she would be ready one day. She wanted to be strong like her mother and gift her with many grandchildren in her old age.
"You see Krystal… men and women all come in different sizes. Some are tall, some are short, some have all blue fur and some have blue and white like you do. And some women have smaller breasts than other and some have larger than others."
"Oh… like how you have bigger breasts than Aunty Clara!" Krystal said as she pieced what her mother told her together.
"Yes, and the same goes for men too."
"Some have larger breasts?" Krystal asked.
For reasons Krystal didn't understand her mother began to laugh. Krystal was so naïve sometimes yet she was so smart and could comprehend things as well as any adult once it was explained fully to her.
"No Krystal, not exactly…" Krystal's mother giggled as she ran her fingers along an orange and purple flower.
"Well what then?"
"Everything of a man differs from man to man… including their manhood." Krystal's mother said. Most parents would never dream of having this sort of talk with their child but to Cerinians, sex was casual, and children learned from an early age. The reasons for this were numerous, mainly because their morals were placed in slightly different areas and the longest most Cerinians lived was to about twenty five because of how low their quality of life was. Cerinians were almost like packs of animals; they followed their prey and made their bed where they were when the sun went down. Usually there was a clan cave they flocked to but some clans chose to wonder rather than get comfortable.
"Oh…" Krystal said as she finally understood her mother's drifts. "So then how big do they get?"
Krystal's mother shook her head. "Oh dear… that is a conversation for another time Krystal. Come on we need to get to your cousin's marriage before we're late."
For the moment Krystal dropped the conversation. She was determined to remember and ask her mother later but after the marriage ceremony however, the young kit had forgotten entirely….
…. 'I'm sorry you will never be able to see your grandchildren.' Krystal thought to herself and then looked at the inner conflicting vulpine. 'But I promise you, they will be with the man you said I was destined to be with.'
Krystal took up her fork and knife and neatly carved an adequate piece of her steak off. She savored the juicy flavors in her mouth for a while and noticed Fox was rather pensive and not eating.
"This is really good Fox, as always." Krystal said trying to perk Fox up.
"Thank you Krystal, I'm glad you enjoy it." Fox said rather hollowly. Krystal bit her lips but then carved another piece. With her fork skewering the meat, she carried it to Fox's mouth.
"Come on, Foxy. You know you want it." Krystal taunted while holding the steak under Fox's nose.
Fox shook his head and smiled. "You're trying to feed me?"
"Yes but it seems you don't want it so…" Krystal said and then ate the piece intended for Fox.
"Hey! That was mine!" Fox whined.
"Mm and it was so good." Krystal said as she chewed the steak before swallowing.
"That wasn't very nice Krystal." Fox pretended to whine but then carved himself a slice. "But you know what? I forgive you." Fox said as he held the slice out to Krystal.
"Oh Fox you shouldn't have." Krystal said as she attempted to bite down on the steak but just as her muzzle closed in around it did she realize Fox yanked it away. "Hey!"
"Sorry Krystal, but now we're even." Fox said as he slowly descended the steak into his muzzle.
The vixen giggled to herself and flashed him a cute smile. Already Fox's mood was lightening. He was back to smiling and wasn't feeling so down anymore. She had her darling vulpine back and their dinner went on splendidly. Before long they had eaten their fill, drank most of the wine, and were playfully flirting with each other.
"You know Krystal, sometimes I think you use your powers to hypnotize me." Fox chuckled as he stroked her hand with his fingers.
"Maybe." Krystal giggled and bit at his fingers. "Mostly on laundry day or when there's a big spider in my room."
"No you don't, don't lie, Krysie." Fox scoffed and gave her a growl.
"Don't believe me? Well, let's see if you believe this." Krystal said rising to the challenge and diving into Fox's mind.
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard." Fox droned out like he had a frontal lobotomy. He blinked once and the blank look on his face was gone.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! You are going to get it now, Krysie!" Fox said before getting up.
"Oh really?" Krystal asked before she jumped out of her chair and ran into the kitchen.
"Get back here, Krystal!" Fox yelled. Fox tore after Krystal but she was already out of the kitchen and had to the stairs. "Oh I'm going to get you, Krystal."
Fox ran to the stairs but halfway up he heard a loud bang. It was a noise like someone falling and hitting the ground. Hard.
'Ow my head.' Krystal thought as she lay on the floor. Her head was killing her and her eyes had tears in them from the nasty fall. She held them back though and slowly stood back up. "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow." Krystal moaned.
"You okay, Krystal?" Fox asked.
Krystal opened her eyes to see Fox standing over her. "Yeah I'm fine; I just hit my head pretty hard is all."
"Oh you poor baby." Fox sighed.
For some reason Krystal didn't think he actually felt sorry for her, rather the opposite. It was like his playfulness had suddenly died.
"Ow… Fox do you have an ice pack maybe?" Krystal whined as she rubbed her head.
"No."
Krystal gritted her teeth and asked. "Well could you help me to the bedroom? I hit my head really hard."
Fox scowled but did help her to the bedroom, once there he had her sit on the bed. "You know you'll break yourself hitting your head like that. When are you going to stop acting like such a child?"
By now Krystal was completely confused, Fox was being an absolute jerk and for no reason. Just seconds ago they were playing and laughing. Why now the sudden change?
"Fox, is something wrong?" Krystal asked, the pain in her head now beginning to die down a little.
"Nothing's wrong, Krystal. Except maybe the fact that I've wanted you since the day I met you and when I have you, you make me wait. Honestly, it's like you don't even care about me! Just wanted some trophy husband! What, was Panther not good enough for you? Is that why you came back to me?"
Krystal's muzzle dropped as she stared at the wild vulpine. Fox spoke with nothing but exasperation in his voice and there were no signs of love left. It was just like before, when wounds were still fresh and he was hurt to the core. But why would he bring up these long dead problems now? They had worked out their problems long ago, settled the hate and hurt and came out stronger because of it.
"Fox why are you-" Krystal asked before suddenly Fox exploded.
"WELL I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, KRYSTAL!" Fox shouted at the top of his voice and frightened the vixen deeply. She had never seen Fox this mad, not even when the Aparoid Queen tried to trick him by using his father as a puppet. "I AM NOT SOME FUCKING BOY TOY! I WON'T HAVE YOU RUNNING AROUND TOWN WITH SOME GUY!"
"Fox what guy? What are you talking-" Krystal said before Fox slapped her.
His open hand covered most of the right side of her face. The initial impact felt like getting punched and when she hit the ground it stung so bad tears began a downpour through her fur. But the attack wasn't just physical, it was mental. Fox had never, not once, lifted so much as a finger against her. The thought of Fox hitting her turned her world upside down more than the destruction of Cerinia. The love of her life, who she was supposed to feel safest and happiest with, struck her.
"GOD DAMN IT, KRYSTAL!" Fox swore loudly and began to pace. Krystal could only lie there on the ground weeping and gapping at Fox. He didn't seem normal, he was stressed out, angry and Krystal could feel with her mind that he was also hungry. He wasn't hungry for food, it was a different hunger. One that he intended to satisfy shortly.
"Why, Fox?" Krystal whimpered.
"Why not?" Fox spat and then looked at her with a smile Krystal had only seen the sickest of men make at her. "You're mine now. My property."
Krystal saw him coming and tried to run but Fox was on her before she could get to her knees. The vulpine pinned the vixen to the ground on her stomach and growled in her ear.
"I'm done waiting, Krystal." He said as he tore the strap on Krystal's bra. Krystal yelped and tried to fight but Fox was too strong.
"Let me go, Fox! Let me go!" Krystal shouted as she struggled to wriggle free of Fox's tightly clamped hands that were already leaving bruises on her shoulders and arms. Despite her pleas, Fox continued and then ripped her loincloth off and into tattered remains. The thong she got from Katt went next.
Fox's hot breath ruffled the fur on the back of Krystal's ears and could hear his heartbeat through his heavy breathing. With all of her effort Krystal made one last desperate attempt to get away before Fox could continue and it worked. Her arm got free and she slapped him. The slap didn't hurt him but it got him off. Quickly Krystal ran before Fox could get up but before she could take two steps Fox grabbed her by the ankle and she fell, hitting her head on the side of the bed frame but she didn't black out unfortunately.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Fox thundered as he crawled on top of her and began to smash her face in. Krystal felt every hit land home on her quickly swelling face. It took only two hits to begin drawing blood. It seemed to come out from all over her face, her nose, her mouth, out from small cuts and large cuts Fox made with his claws. The pain was so incredible yet she didn't black out, she couldn't escape the pain.
"Krystal?" Fox said from a distance but Krystal didn't hear the whisper, her head hurt so badly she couldn't think straight.
"Don't you fucking do that again!" Fox shouted when he grew tired of hitting her. Then the vulpine smiled. "Well now that we've started the foreplay…" he said as he attacked her chest with his hands. He groped, clenched, bit, nibbled and even drew blood from Krystal's breasts, hurting her intently just to please himself.
"Fox please…" Krystal whined but was powerless to do anything.
"Please what? Please begin?" Fox asked as a single claw made its way down Krystal's stomach and past her waist. "If you insist." He said before making Krystal cry out in pain.
"Krystal are you okay?" Fox asked sounding much closer than before but still from far away.
"I've waited so long." Fox sighed as he threw his loincloth across the room and out of the way. Krystal opened her puffy eyes and saw what she dreaded since childhood. Fox was like a snake; biding his time for the right moment. He held himself in his hand but needed both hands but Krystal doubted two would be enough to hold all of the grotesque monster.
"Fox, please don't." Krystal begged, her claws digging into the carpet and rivers tears blending with the blood that leaked out of her cuts flowing down her now mutilated face.
That was Fox's queue. He was waiting for Krystal to make a sign or tell and her pitiful plea was what set him into a frenzy. Crushing Krystal's arms into the ground Fox began. Krystal shrieked as she felt a pain that was so unimaginable, even in her darkest nightmares the pain couldn't come close to this.
Fox growled and barked in the vixen's face, taking pleasure at seeing her in pain.
"Hold on Krystal, I'll take care of you." Fox said, this time right in her ear but once again Krystal was deaf to it. The pain racked up more and more and left her deaf to everything but her screams of agony and his growls of dominance.
After what seemed like hours Fox had reached his limit. The vulpine panted with anticipation of what felt like his greatest climax and still kept going as hard and as he fast as he could. The pressure and satisfaction began to build within Fox. Like a volcano, the pressure mounted and grew until it erupted. Fox groaned with delight while Krystal shrieked with pain.
"I Love you, Krystal."Fox said as the room blacked out.
The Fox that had been so evil and cruel suddenly vanished and was replaced by the Fox that would have killed him for even touching her. The pain was the last thing to fade, as were the bruises, cuts, blood, and tears. But when Krystal came around she felt nothing but comfort.
She blinked three times and saw Fox leaving the room. She yelped in fear but covered her muzzle hoping Fox hadn't heard her. Yet much to her horror he had and slowly he turned around. He smiled but it was a nice, soft, warm smile, completely opposite of the smile Fox had on his face when he raped her seconds ago.
"Hey Krystal, how are you-" Fox said before Krystal leapt out of bed and drew her claws.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" She screeched at the top of her lungs while curling her muzzle into a vicious snarl.
"Krystal!?" Fox gapped and almost made the mistake of moving even an inch closer to Krystal.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, FOX!" Krystal yelled as she backed up into a corner. "DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING TOUCH ME!" She yelled, this time her voice cracked a bit and showed her inner suffering.
"Krystal what's wrong?" Fox asked keeping his voice soft.
"JUST GO AWAY!" Krystal thundered.
Fox bit his lips; he had no idea why Krystal was acting this way. One moment they were playing around, then she hits her head and later wakes up completely distressed.
"Did I do something wrong?" Fox asked as he stepped back to give her even more space then she already had.
"You know what you did you… you… ANIMAL!" Krystal shouted before rushing Fox.
It was something so unexpected that Fox froze as the vixen charged him. He would never hurt her but if he didn't do something Krystal would hurt him. Running wasn't an option since she was faster than he'd ever been even in his prime. Fighting was already ruled out, which left subduing her. Fox tensed as Krystal made her first strike. Her wrath was quick, painful and precise. She hit him anywhere she could but was hard pressed to land a blow with him blocking her.
It took just a few minutes before she began to tire, and Fox had almost managed to grab her and restrain her. Knowing this, the enraged vixen swung once more at his face, wildly and purposefully allowing him to grab her by the wrist.
"Krystal, stop! Please, why are you acting this-" He said before a lamp made a loud and hollow thud noise against his head. The lamp didn't break but it sent the vulpine to the ground, dazed and almost unconscious.
With the snake in fox clothing down, Krystal fearfully looked and felt herself over. Her face didn't even have a mark on it, her arms had no bruises, her Cerinian breast plate was still on and in one piece. That left her womanhood which she felt to make sure was okay. She accidently rubbed a sensitive spot and gasped partly because of it. There was no sign of any blood, scratch, or tearing like before.
"Oh my God!" Krystal gasped as she saw Fox almost for the first time in such a horrible condition. Forgetting everything Krystal immediately began to heal and alleviate Fox's wounds with her powers. The smaller scratches were easy to mend but the bigger ones she was only able to shrink. As she worked she shed more tears than she did in her nightmare. She felt so bad for hurting him when he had actually done nothing.
Halfway through the treatment Fox regained consciousness. "Ugh… Krystal? What happened?" He groaned.
"Everything's going to fine, Fox." Krystal whimpered as a river of tears fell from her face onto Fox's. "I'm so sorry."