"Where am I?"

Falco awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar room. Looking around, he found pictures of the team all over the walls. In a corner, he found Katt sleeping on a rather large dog bed. Still weak from the tranquilizer, Falco crawled towards her.

As he approached her, his vision became clearer. He soon discovered that Katt was wearing some kind of latex-like catsuit. The material seemed to hug every inch of her body, with the exception of her hands and feet, which were trapped in large "paw" mittens and boots. Looking down at his own body, Falco found himself wearing a similar suit, except his was clearly more bird-like.

Then he remembered. Krystal. She's why he's there and probably why Katt's there too. Krystal was acting a bit strange lately, what with her disappearance, reappearance, and recent love-hate relationship with Fox.

"And I thought she wasn't going to invite Katt" he thought to himself as he crawled into the dog bed with Katt.

His thoughts soon turned to Fox. When he last saw Fox, Falco saw fear in his eyes. Falco didn't blame him. For months, Fox told him how much he feared Krystal. He feared that she might be stalking him, that she might be after him. He said he feared for his safety, for his sanity, and for whatever was left of her sanity.

At the time, Falco dismissed it as the paranoid ramblings of a man who was slowly buckling under pressure. But it slowly started to make sense. How? He didn't really know. All he cared about was snuggling with his mate.

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Meanwhile, Krystal was busy giving Fox a bath. Fox didn't mind it at first. It felt good when she massaged the soap into his fur. It sure beat the previous night.

Then she started to clean the last remaining region. Fox blushed and squirmed as she scrubbed. It wouldn't have been so bad had she not been in the bathtub with him, insisting that he sit in her lap. She grinned as his limb hardened from the stimulation.

As soon as she felt he was clean (and felt dirty) enough, she got out and grabbed a towel. Fox waited in the tub as she dried herself off. A few minutes later, she pulled the plug and helped Fox out of the tub. She dried him off quickly, making sure to keep him "stimulated". As soon as he was dry, she put a clean dress on him before getting dressed herself. After putting some make-up on Fox, she grabbed his hand and led him out.

"Don't worry Fox" she said, grinning "I already know you enjoy this. In fact, I can see it. I know everything about you, so there's no need to hide anything from me. Now let me show you the new pets."

As Krystal pulled him down the hall, Fox's free hand held his skirt up a bit so as to not trip on it as they walked faster. Looking down, Fox was shocked to find that the dress did nothing to hide his "stimulation". More than anything, he wished the dress didn't rub against it as he moved, though deep down, he knew he didn't mind.