Must put in the Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Starfox Universe which belongs to Nintendo. But I do claim Ownership of Dean Williams who is the main character from my unfinished novel The Independence War, And also a figment of my over worked Fuck up imagination. I must also give credit to xXSanitariumXx who Co-wrote this with me.

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Chapter Five
Fun in the Bedroom
March 19, 2016
03:00 hours CST
En-Route to Corneria
Meteo

Dean rapped his fingers on his abdomen, trying desperately not to think of the blue vixen Goddess that slept just down the hall. The slightest thought of Krystal sent ideas running through his head and fantasies meant only for the confidence of his own mind. But they wouldn't be kept secret if Krystal just happened to glance over his mind. It began to tear him in two, unable to even think of her without worrying about repercussions. To keep his mind off of her, he thought of other things, his term in the military, memories past, his hands caressing Krystal's impressive breasts.

"Damn it!" Dean growled and shot up out of bed. Obviously keeping his mind off of her wasn't going to work, so he decided to shut it down entirely. He turned on the television in his room and the Cornerian gaming system but he forgot he leant all his games to Slippy last. Dean considered waking up the irritable when woken toad, but thought better of it. There was nothing worse than a tired, groggy, and sometimes still sleeping toad.

The human cursed under his breath and reached for a cigarette but once again he was denied reprieve. His pack was empty. He smoked them all on Sauria and wasted one when he put it out in the eye of a Sharpclaw that was grappling him to death.

"Should have just head butted him." Dean sighed as he thought about the fallen smoke. If he had that cigarette now, his nerves would settle and he wouldn't be obsessing over Krystal.

Months had passed since he had seen another human and Cornerian women were starting to grow on him, despite him never actually making contact with one. After all the TV and pictures he had seen of them, he was starting to notice fewer and fewer differences between the Cornerian and the human race. At the rate he was going, if he ever met another Cornerian woman, he'd probably ask for her number if she was hot.

Dean moved back to his bed and once again tried to get to sleep, but Krystal's face flashed before his eyes every time his eyelids covered his reddening eyes. The longer he held his eyes closed, the more of Krystal that came into view. She was fully dressed at first but she'd start to unhook the small clasp holding her breastplate together while giving him a salacious smile.

"Oh thank God!" Dean sighed when he heard something like a loud engine knock. He jumped up out of bed and ran to the door where he found Fox, Falco, and Slippy in the hallway. "What was that noise?" Dean asked.

"Well," Falco replied a bit irritably, "judging by the fact I can see my breath, I'd say that was the ship's heaters giving out."

Dean didn't care about Falco's insolent tone because this gave him something to do.

"Well let's go fix it then." Dean said right as Krystal walked out of her bedroom door. He was a little shocked to find out that Fox had given her the room directly across from his room, and when the vixen saw his expression she couldn't help but smile.

"What's going on boys?" She asked turning her attention to the others.

"The heaters broke." Fox shrugged. "You can go back to bed; Falco, Slip, and I will take care of this."

"Hey, whoa! What about me?" Dean asked grabbing Fox's arm as the vulpine walked by.

"No offense Dean but you'd only get in the way. You're a great fighter but one lousy mechanic. Need I remind you what happened the last time you helped Slippy fix the gravitational device?" Fox asked and shrugged Dean's arm off.

Dean didn't want to be left alone again, what with Krystal being right across the hall from him possibly watching his uncontrollable mind. "Yeah but-"

"Just go back to bed Bean. We'll take care of this." Falco chortled.

Dean resisted the urge to hit Falco only because he wanted the heat turned back on, and it might take longer if Falco was unconscious.

"Bye Dean." Slippy said as he walked by and followed the rest of Star Fox to the boiler room, leaving only him and Krystal standing in the cold hallway.

Dean looked at Krystal and caught her eyes. She looked away almost instantly and played with her hair as she shivered. Dean didn't mean to, but his eyes flashed to Krystal's breasts and saw her nipples through her, almost too thin, night-robe.

"So uh… yeah. See you tomorrow." Dean said and moved to slink back into his room but Krystal stopped him.

"Aren't you cold Dean?"

"No, my room's still warm." He admitted.

"Really? Cause my room is freezing." Krystal said bringing up an issue.

"Oh…" he said when he couldn't think of anything else.

Krystal sneezed before asking. "I know it's a little strange but… could I sleep in your room? At least until the heat is turned back on?" Krystal asked quickly, so to cover her tracks if she was overstepping some sort of boundary.

At first Dean couldn't believe his ears. He blinked rapidly before saying. "Sure, you can s-stay as long as you like." He stammered when Krystal walked over to him.

She kissed him on the cheek unexpectedly and whispered into his ear. "Thank you Dean Williams." Before walking into his room.

"Yeah… no problem." Dean said feeling really hot despite the heat being off. The human shook his head quickly and ground his teeth. He was strong; he could get through this, even if Krystal, the hottest thing he'd seen in months, was sitting on his bed. All he had to do was not do anything stupid.

"You're bed is really bouncy." Krystal said as she bounced up and down, her breasts mimicking her and alluring the human's hungry eyes.

"Err yeah, it's new." Dean said diverting his attention from Krystal's enormous breasts. He closed the door behind him and started looking for an excuse to get Krystal to stop making the bed make squeaking noises like someone was going at it.

"It's very nice, and very big." She said and laid down on the bed, her night-robe opening slightly.

'What are you doing? Don't look! And whatever you do, don't think about- oh shit!' Dean thought as he caught himself thinking.

Krystal giggled to herself as quietly as she could. She had been watching his mental anguish for quite some time now and as cute as it was, she really wished he might act on it. Ever since he rescued her from her precarious situation, she wanted to get to know him better, his likes, dislikes, desires, fantasies, and what he was like under all the cloaks of mystery. It was apparent he knew a lot about her which was strange but overlooked by the fascinated vixen. She had just assumed he was a telepath like her people had been.

"So uh… you like stuff?" Dean said before mentally face-palming himself for saying such a stupid line.

"Some stuff." Krystal admitted and laid down on Dean's bed, her robe opening slightly revealing a line down Krystal's body.

The vixen sighed. "Boy am I tired. I thought I was going to die in that prison, my body could hardly take it all in."

'Did she just say take it in? Never mind, focus on something other than her panties!'

"Yeah, well I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner." Dean said and forced his eyes to stay glued to the blank TV as he desperately searched for a channel or even a signal.

"Dean?" Krystal asked, breaking Dean's focus on the TV. His eyes turned to the supine vixen who was staring at him from an upside down angle.

The vixen rolled over and rested her head in her hands and her night-robe fell open almost deliberately. Dean couldn't see all of her breasts, merely the cleavage betwixt them, but he still let out a low moan of surprise.

"Thank you for saving me, and for letting me stay in your room for the night." Krystal said warmly.

"For the night?" Dean nearly gasped.

"Is that a problem?" Krystal asked and her robe opened even further.

"N-No, but… I just thought that once Fox and the rest fixed the heaters you'd go back to your room." Dean said using all his willpower to not gawk at Krystal's voluptuous breasts.

"It's so lonely in my room." Krystal replied. "I'd rather be here with you talking or doing things."

Dean was about to ask what she meant by, doing things, but Krystal's robe opened fully and it became apparent that Krystal wasn't wearing a bra.

The human cleared his throat and looked away but found himself looking back. "Um Krystal your uh," Dean said and looked away, "your," he said before looking back, "your b-breasts-"

"Oh!" Krystal gasped half heartedly and closed her robe, covering her bare breasts. The room wasn't warm, but rather cold and Dean could see the effects of the cold as her nipples poked little mounds through Krystal's thin robe.

"P-Perhaps you have something more fitting, so you won't feel embarrassed?" Dean asked turning away. He heard a creaking noise of pressure lifting off his bed.

"Who's to say I'm embarrassed?" Krystal asked standing right behind the tormented human. This was all absolute torture to him. He was a person of action, a person of desire, yet he now clung to his reigns as tightly as he could so not to make a complete ass of himself into the prettiest thing he'd seen in ages.

"Well-" Dean began but the blue temptress cut him off.

"Who's to say you didn't enjoy it?" Krystal asked, her hands grazing his broad, taught shoulders.

Dean inhaled jaggedly before turning around. "Krystal, what are you doing?"

Krystal looked away innocently, then back to him slyly. "My mere thanks is not enough Dean. I must thank you a little bit more," She said and moved closer while wrapping her arms around his waist, "in depth."

Dean burned red as the vixen's hands caressed his hind, but that was just the signal he'd been waiting for, hoping for. He didn't want to make the first move and appear to be some strange, horny alien, but now that Krystal was showing such interest, all bets were off. If she thought this was right, it most certainly was. The human pulled her closer to him and moved to within an inch of her lips with his own, and Krystal moved in to fill the gap.

Her lips felt like any human's, only he never got such a massive jolt of excitement and arousal from a kiss from any other woman. His hands moved up and down her back, feeling the silky smooth texture of her thin night-robe. Through the night-robe he felt her warmth and the burning energy radiating from her amazing feminine form.

The vixen pulled away and looked into Dean's eyes. "Dean, I can read your mind and I feel you're holding back."

"I am." Dean admitted.

"Why?"

"Because…" Dean said but couldn't come up with an answer.

"Don't hold back," Krystal said before she threw Dean around her and onto the bed, "because I won't."

With that, Krystal pounced upon the surprised human and she attacked his lips with her own. Her sudden assault was the spark to the powder-keg and Dean's restraints were broken. His hands ran up and down her back one last time before making their way to Krystal's hind. He squeezed gently at first but when Krystal let out a moan, his hormones ignited and he caressed her passionately, letting every sense of the word restraint go.

Krystal licked his lips and he spared no time in letting her go unanswered. He opened his mouth and their tongues rolled and pressed against each other. As their tongues wrestled together, Krystal tore away Dean's shirt with her claws, but was careful not to cut him. Once she felt the entire shirt was gone she pulled back to get a good look at him shirtless.

"Oh Dean." She said when she looked down at Dean and his perfect torso. "Oh Dean!" Krystal gasped when she felt a poke coming from his waist.

'She's so beautiful, I can't believe this is happening.' Dean thought and the vixen heard him.

"Believe it Dean." Krystal said and opened her night robe, revealing her overwhelmingly breathtaking naked body. Her breasts had to be at least a D or even a double D, her abdomen was so perfect like it was sculpted by a god, and her cleft was already beginning to dampen.

To further plunge Dean into an uncontrollable lust, Krystal gasped again as her cleft rubbed up against the protuberance coming from Dean's pants.

The vixen looked into Dean's burning eyes as she rocked up against the bulge and said. "You're such a mystery to me Dean. A mystery," She said as the human felt his pant's button come undone, "that I want to explore deeply," her voice almost being drowned out by the sound of his zipper coming down, "until every inch of you is mine."

Krystal then refrained from rubbing up against him and proceeded to pull the agape human's pants off. As his pants slid off Krystal kept her eyes solely on the bulge hiding behind the black boxers. She looked hungry but not for sustenance. With inquisitive hands, Krystal reached her fingers underneath Dean's boxers. One pulled them off while the other grabbed him round the shaft.

"My, my, my." Krystal giggled. "I haven't seen one this big before."

The vixen began to run her hand up and down the shaft but stopped when she reached the head. Her hot breath sent shivers of pleasure and anticipation as she drew closer and closer. Krystal deliberately brought his head into her mouth but didn't let herself touch him. She breathed on his member while stroking him slowly. This was more for her pleasure than his. She enjoyed feeling the burning urges swell within him, the longing for her to make contact, however little. This made her thanks all the greater in value.

Dean let out a moan as Krystal's lips enveloped the tip of his shaft and ran down it repeatedly. As she did, her tongue lapped and rolled all over his excited head. The vixen made her way back onto the bed and positioned herself so that she cold look up at Dean and lay on the bed. She stared into his thunder-struck eyes as she moved further and further down his member. The feelings of pleasure coming from his mind were exciting to the vixen and she rubbed her legs to try to quell the urges within.

The human noticed her eagerness, and since he was the type that took action, he grabbed Krystal around the ankles and brought them behind his head. Krystal was very surprised by her position changing from on her side to lying prone on the human's rock hard body. Her shock was near immeasurable when she felt Dean's tongue on her womanhood.

"Oh my God! Dean! Dean…" Krystal moaned as he slowly ate the vixen. Within seconds his face was doused but there was something about her, her taste was so intoxicating and addicting he didn't care. Every run of his tongue against her woman hood caused the vixen to make a moan, gasp, or delighted wail.

Dean began to fit his tongue deeper and deeper into the vixen and Krystal's muzzle hung open as she moaned. "Deeper Dean, deeper!" The human was happy to oblige.

'He's so incredible! I've never felt this much pleasure so fast before. I-I think I'm already close!' Krystal thought as she rolled around in the bliss Dean now had her locked into. What started as Dean's reward now turned into hers.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Krystal swore as her heart began to flutter and her adrenaline kicked in. She was close alright, with every stroke of Dean's tongue into her moist depths, pressure began to mount.

Dean couldn't help but smile to himself as he listened to Krystal's gasps and mews. When she let out a great cry of pleasure, he didn't care that her entire body tensed and her legs were now crushing him. A fresh splash from Krystal's womanhood doused Dean's face and he kept at it until Krystal lay limp on him. When he no longer got a response, he gently moved the vixen off of him.

"Krystal? How you feeling?" Dean asked and wiped his face off on the remains of his tattered shirt.

Krystal looked into Dean's eyes. "Dean… you're so incredible." She panted. "That was so intense that I-I…" Krystal said but lost all her words.

"You look tired." Dean said as he sat next to the prone vixen, his shaft still erect and full of burning lust. "If you want to get some rest I'll understand."

Krystal cocked an eyebrow and forced her upper body up with shaking arms.

"Don't underestimate me Dean." She growled as she smiled fiendishly. "When I get through with you, you won't wake up for a week."

Dean saw the truth in her lightning blue eyes. She wasn't kidding and there was nothing that was going to stop her, even if he said no. But why would he?

Krystal crawled over to the aroused human and planted a kiss on his lips while taking hold of his manhood. She rubbed it a few times as she kissed him and moved off the bed. She pulled away and allowed Dean to look at her to the fullest. Dean's face reddened even further and his heartbeat skyrocketed. Her legs were so well toned, her womanhood was so wet and inviting, her abdomen looked so smooth, her breasts so big and luscious, and her face looked like that of an angel. The vixen held out her hands and when Dean took them she hoisted him up and kissed him. Their tongues met again and while Dean was completely lost in the moment, Krystal moved the both of them so that Dean was facing the bed and she was able to sit down.

The vixen pushed Dean back a little before breaking away. She looked slyly at Dean before she leaned up against him.

"Take me Dean." She whispered before turning around. She bent over and placed her hands on the bed. Her tail flicked around invitingly as Dean closed in. He rubbed his shaft against her hind and caressed both cheeks firmly. As he did, he felt for her moist cleft.

"There Dean. Fuck m- oh! OH!" Krystal nearly yelled as Dean inched inside of her. His member drew so deep inside of her that Krystal could hardly keep herself up. Dean's hands moved to her upper thighs so he could add even more power to his momentum gaining thrusts. He worked her with a steady tempo that allowed her to keep herself up with her hands but that wasn't enough for the vixen.

"Harder Dean! Faster!" She moaned.

Dean cocked an eyebrow but did not refuse. He began to surge into her with concentrated lust and desire. The vixen's arms buckled after the fifth intense thrust. Her body moved with his thrusts, rubbing up and down against the soft sheets. Krystal had just enough mentality left to resist Dean's thrusts. She pushed back as he thrust forward but he overpowered her meager resistance and sent her forward anyways.

Krystal lost all senses but touch and her mouth hung open on the bed as she squealed and made little meowing noises. Once more a pressure grew within her womanhood like when Dean ate her out, only this time it was bigger which seemed impossible to the vixen.

The vixen screamed Dean's name as the pressure mounted and finally came to an explosive climax. When she went completely limp Dean stopped and chuckled to himself. He'd never had a woman like Krystal, she could take him all with ease and she was so easy to please. Still, he was near his own release but now that Krystal was on the bed almost motionless, saver her breathing, he had no method to spark his own climax.

Krystal's ears perked when she felt Dean's problem. With every last ounce of her strength, the blue fox pushed herself up and sat up on the bed.

"Th-thank you Dean." Krystal gasped.

"You're very welcome Kryst-" Dean was saying but stopped suddenly when Krystal grabbed him around his shaft and started to rub him,

The vixen suckled Dean's tip as she rubbed his shaft. The human soon felt his release come rushing back. As Krystal suckled on his manhood he thrust a little forward but the closer he got to his climax, the faster and deeper he moved. Krystal kept tabs on how close he was and just as he was about to released she removed him from her mouth and let it all come. Several white, hot, jettisons splashed onto Krystal's muzzle and face. Dean let out a low groan as his entire body released. When he was done both he and Krystal were dirty.

"So much." Krystal said and licked her muzzle, effectively removing a vast amount of Dean's essence from her muzzle. "I'd better get cleaning." She said and went to work cleaning Dean's manhood.

"Krystal." Dean grunted as just one more jettison shot from him into Krystal's mouth causing her to blush.

"Yes Dean?" Krystal asked.

"I love yo-"Dean said before the heater kicked back on and started spewing hot air and the door slamed open and Falco was standing in the doorway.

"What the?" Falco shouted.

Krystal screamed and dove off the bed. Dean snarled as her claws punctured him as she shoved off of him to get out of sight...

"Get...the...FUCK ...out..." Dean snarled at Falco.

"NOW!" Dean snapped as the bird stood there was a dumbstruck look on his face.

"Hold on a sec..." Falco snapped back. "I am not going to listen to your shit right now..."

"GET OUT BEFORE I KNOCK YOU OUT!" Dean yelled at the top of his lungs.

Fox, Slippy, and Peppy stuck their heads around the door and duck back out when they see that Dean and Falco are nose to beak.

"Oh yeah? Try me." Falco snapped back.

Krystal stuck her nose over the bed to see who was going to win. She screamed when Dean moved faster then she could track with her eyes, but she saw his movements through his eyes when she connected to his mind.

She saw that he only swung once and that he uppercuted Flco and that he was now on the floor.

"This is why I hate birds, they talk to muck shit." Dean snapped and spit on Falco.

Dean bent over and picked up Falco and through him out of the door. Dean slammed the door and climbed in the bed and dragged Krystal into the bed

"Shall we finish what we started?" Dean asked as she layed her head on his chest.

"Sure!" Krystal almost shouted.

Dean growled in pleasure when she gripped his shaft and started to clean him up when she finished she collasped onto his chest. Dean put his arms around her and cuddled with her until she fell asleep right there on his chest...

Sorry that it took me so long get this chapter up...had to wait on XxSanitariumxX to write some of the chapter for me. He wrote every thing up to ("Krystal" Dean grunted...) and i wrote everything from there down...thx man...

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